Oprah's eyes were as big as dinner plates as she saw two of the eight women position themselves in front of the talk show queen's bare feet. One woman stood behind the chair where Oprah was bound securely. Oprah screamed into the ball gag and saw her reflection in the full length mirror a few feet in front of her. She then felt fingers lightly moving across the soles of her feet while the same sensation was coming from her bare and smooth underarms.
Oprah exploded in giggles behind the gag as her ticklish underarms and feet were tormented. In minutes, tears filled her eyes as she laughed and pleaded with muffled squeals and begging pleas. In a touch of ultimate cruelty, another female used a tissue to wipe away Oprah's tears so she could her reflection in the mirror. As she descended into this cruel nightmare, she felt the gag being removed. In seconds, the room was filled with sounds that seemed to come from insanity.
"HA,HO,HEE,,HA,HO,HEE,PLEASE STOP, HA,HO,HEE,NOT MY FEET,HA,HO,HEE,HA, NO MORE,HA,HO,HEE,HA,HEE,NOT MY UNDERARMS,HA,HO,EE,PLEASE, HA,HO,HEE,I AM EXTREMELY,HA,HO,HEE,TICKLISH,HA,HO,HEE, NO MORE,PLEASE,STOP,HA,HO,HEE,MERCY,HA,HO,HEE,PLEASE DON'T TICKLE ME,HA,HO,HEE,I CAN'T STAND IT,HA,HO,HEE,TORTURE,HA,HO,HEE,I'LL DO,HA,HO,HEE,HA,HO,HEE,ANYTHING, JUST DON'T,HA,HO,HEE,HA,HO,HEE,TICKLE ME..."
The sensations coming from her very ticklish feet and underarms were exploding in Oprah's brain like nuclear bombs. She also had this quirk that when she was in the grip of uncontrollable giggles, she snorted. That made her torturers giggle when Oprah snorted. The two women were relentless in dancing their nails up and down the wriggling bare feet while the blonde torturing her painfully ticklish armpits was enjoying her work immensely. Oprah's nude body seemed to be in seizure mode as her frame shook with force of her giggles. Her large breasts quivered and shifted back and forth.
On and on Oprah laughed, shrieked, begged, snorted and shook as she was tickled and tickled. Every few minutes, her tears were wiped from her eyes so she not only endured the frighful torture, she could see herself react.
For sixty agonizing minutes, the tickling went on. The two women tickling her feet were replaced by two new females and the woman torturing her armpits was also replaced by a fresh tormentor. Finally, the torment ceased and Oprah was free from the awful sensations. However, she still was giggling four minutes after the tickling stopped. She felt again the damp cloth close over her mouth. In seconds, she was unconscious. But before her mind slipped back into silence, she knew somehow her nightmare was not over
Oprah exploded in giggles behind the gag as her ticklish underarms and feet were tormented. In minutes, tears filled her eyes as she laughed and pleaded with muffled squeals and begging pleas. In a touch of ultimate cruelty, another female used a tissue to wipe away Oprah's tears so she could her reflection in the mirror. As she descended into this cruel nightmare, she felt the gag being removed. In seconds, the room was filled with sounds that seemed to come from insanity.
"HA,HO,HEE,,HA,HO,HEE,PLEASE STOP, HA,HO,HEE,NOT MY FEET,HA,HO,HEE,HA, NO MORE,HA,HO,HEE,HA,HEE,NOT MY UNDERARMS,HA,HO,EE,PLEASE, HA,HO,HEE,I AM EXTREMELY,HA,HO,HEE,TICKLISH,HA,HO,HEE, NO MORE,PLEASE,STOP,HA,HO,HEE,MERCY,HA,HO,HEE,PLEASE DON'T TICKLE ME,HA,HO,HEE,I CAN'T STAND IT,HA,HO,HEE,TORTURE,HA,HO,HEE,I'LL DO,HA,HO,HEE,HA,HO,HEE,ANYTHING, JUST DON'T,HA,HO,HEE,HA,HO,HEE,TICKLE ME..."
The sensations coming from her very ticklish feet and underarms were exploding in Oprah's brain like nuclear bombs. She also had this quirk that when she was in the grip of uncontrollable giggles, she snorted. That made her torturers giggle when Oprah snorted. The two women were relentless in dancing their nails up and down the wriggling bare feet while the blonde torturing her painfully ticklish armpits was enjoying her work immensely. Oprah's nude body seemed to be in seizure mode as her frame shook with force of her giggles. Her large breasts quivered and shifted back and forth.
On and on Oprah laughed, shrieked, begged, snorted and shook as she was tickled and tickled. Every few minutes, her tears were wiped from her eyes so she not only endured the frighful torture, she could see herself react.
For sixty agonizing minutes, the tickling went on. The two women tickling her feet were replaced by two new females and the woman torturing her armpits was also replaced by a fresh tormentor. Finally, the torment ceased and Oprah was free from the awful sensations. However, she still was giggling four minutes after the tickling stopped. She felt again the damp cloth close over her mouth. In seconds, she was unconscious. But before her mind slipped back into silence, she knew somehow her nightmare was not over
