Note
This is not for children. This is politically unsound, harsh, erotic, adult, and not for minors. Characters which resemble CD comics characters areincluded as tribute and in fun. No offence is intended to DC Comics or to anyone hailing from Krypton, Gotham City, Metropolis, or Olympus, or even Earth. Its still not for minors.
Practickly Supergal - by Soletk
Part 1 Lois is asked a simple question.
At superspeed I changed from a mild mannered college student into Supergal. My mild mannered persona shed as I changed costume and launch myself into the sky.
I had to try to find Lois Loins. I'd promised Superguy I'd watch over her while he was away visiting the far side of the Galaxy. He wasn't due back for a month.
I hadn't paid much attention to Lois as I'd always thought that she was such a pushy haughty bitch that she'd be able to look after herself. Unfortunately I just been informed by news reports that Lois had been kidnapped by Madam Tickle.
Nobody really knew Madam Tickle's origins. Madam Tickle was a mysterious beautiful part oriental woman who due to a technicality, recently had to be released from an mental asylum where Superguy had her put away. She was suspected of capturing rich and famous women to tickle-torture for information on passwords for computer bank accounts or secret information which could be sold or used in blackmail.
She was supported in her life of crime by her gang which she called her"Girls". These 6 henchwomen were as besotted with tickle-torture as she was!
Her victims rarely wanted to press charges because it might implicate them in criminal activities, lapses in security from which they could lose their jobs, or more importantly it would mean others would know of their extreme susceptibility to tickling torment.
I suspected that the madwoman probably intended to torture Lois until she divulged Superguy's secret identity. Since being locked up in the looney bin, Madam Tickle was obsessed with finding out who Superguy really was and exacting her vengeance. Unless I rescued Lois, she probably would be tickle-tortured endlessly as she would not be able to tell what she did not actually know.
On one hand I feared that Madam Tickle would use her dastardly tickle-torture on Lois until she went mad!. On the other hand I really I wondered if it would have any effect on Lois's haughty demeanour!
Valuable time was lost in overflying the city and scanning everywhere with my xray vision. Eventually I found Lois being held captive in an old abandoned warehouse. With my xray vision I could see through the roof of the warehouse as I hovered above. Lois was bound helpless, captive, seated on a platform stool.
I hovered above, curious as to what Madam Tickle intended. I knew I could speed in to rescue Lois should it be necessary, but I wondered what Madam Tickle planned. I was strangely curious as to whether Lois was ticklish. I thought I might see if Madam Tickle really could tickle-torture a person like Lois. I guess being invulnerable means I can't appreciate what being tickled feels like. So I didn't feel it immediately necessary to come to the rescue.
Lois struggled fearfully. Madam Tickle had already her henchwomen chain up Lois so that her arms were stretched apart with her wrists chained to a horizontal bar above her. Her legs were bound to yet another horizontal bar in front of her stool. Her legs had been crossed at the ankles and secured to the bar (at the ankles) so that her raised feet, still shod in designer high heels, hung invitingly over the edge of the bar.
I noticed that Lois's high heeled shoes were sleek sling-backs. They tantalisingly revealed her bare arches due to special long thin straps at the sides of the high heels. I was amazed at how high, wrinkly and delicate her arches were.
My gazing at Lois's delicate arches was suddenly interrupted. Two of Madam Tickle's henchwomen ripped off Lois's silk shirt and sat eagerly beside her. One sat on each side looking longingly at each armpit, each tender side and each set of exposed ribs. The other four merely stood around as if to watch the fun.
Lois looked stunning in her black lace bra with her well shaped breasts snugly cupped, her delicate ribs and long shapely sides exposed, and strangely alluring with her cream, deep armpits laid open.
I noticed that Madam Tickle had begun to speak while Lois, her eyes wide in horror, began to struggle and object. I extended my Superhearing and listened to what they were saying.
"...wont be able to stand it!!! You wouldn't?? Please? God don't tickle me?
I don't know who Superguy really is!!!! You don't understand, I'm really, really, terribly ticklish!!!..." cried Lois as a tear rolled down her cheek while she struggled in vain.
"I don't believe you. You spend entirely too much time in his company for you to be unaware of who he is!!! Anyway, I'm glad you're ticklish. It makes us HOT doesn't it Girls???" exclaimed Madam Tickle tauntingly.
The henchwomen all laughed in response and gradually wriggled their fingers tauntingly close, not close enough, but soooo tantalisingly near to Lois's ticklish ribs! She writhed in false expectation of their tickling touch only to gasp in relief as they drew their fingertips away at the last moment.
Madam Tickle laughed at Lois's alarm. "I got some bad news for you, Lois. While you where unconscious we drugged you with a substance which makes you manytimes more ticklish than you normally are. You be tickled pink to know that you are
now about ten times more ticklish!!!! So you had better tell me or the Girls will have to start giving you a rib-tickling good time!!"
"Oh, you can't be serious. I'm normally so ticklish that it would be torture to let anybody else even dry me after a bath!!! Pleeeease listen to me!!! I don't know who he is!!!! "
Lois kept begging frantically as she noticed that the Girls on either side of her were slowly sending their wriggling fingertips towards her sides. Suddenly Lois shrieked with incredible shrill mad laughter as the Girl on the left slowly dragged her fingertips and fingernails up and down her side and into her armpit. This lasted for a few seconds. Then she had a moment to gasp, and was about to scream for mercy, but was made to scream with laughter instead, as the other henchwoman began to lick and nibble from the other side on poor Lois's soft tender flesh. She was tickled this way from her tightening ribs, up her shaking sensitive side and into her other lavishly deep armpit.
Then she had a moment to gasp for air and then the other henchwoman repeated the exact same torment she inflicted last time!! Shortly after she started tickling again Lois's heightened nerve endings and her sense of victimisation from the
tickle-torture had her totally absorbed in the pattern being repeated from that henchwoman's last tickle-attack! The predicability of it had Lois shrieking her laughter in anticipation as well as from the tickle-torture itself.
While I watched I felt turned on at Lois's plight. I knew she wasn't being hurt so I didn't think it was absolutely critical that I rescue her immediately. I decided to enjoy Lois's tickling for a while. I could always rescue her if things got too serious.
Madam Tickle watched Lois's torment with a wicked gleam in her eye. I noticed she occasionally glanced at Lois's feet as if to wonder whether Lois's soles were ticklish.
Suddenly Lois had a single moment to gasp and then was again rudely interrupted by the other henchwoman licking and nibbling in the same dreadful pattern as before!!! Through shrieking laughter her mind reeled! She now knew they
intended to torment her in this systematic repetitive fashion. As they continued the dreadful certainty of each tickling touch began to make her more sensitive to each touch. Anticipation drove her as crazy as the tickle-torment itself.
On and on and on it went as she lurched from expert tickler to tickler.
Then they stopped. I noticed that Lois continued to giggle for long after the tickling had stopped, and look frantically from side to side to see if the torment would start again. From the amused smirks of the two henchwomen they'd noticed too.
At a signal from Madam Tickle the other henchwomen approached Lois's sides. When they were all standing, or kneeling, close to her sides they all raised their wriggling fingertips and very, very, slowly sent 120 wriggling digits towards Lois's vulnerable ticklish sides and armpits. Madam Tickle smiled as Lois began to scream for mercy! Suddenly Lois's bra popped off! It had been undone from behind!!! At the sight of her firm pert breasts some of the wriggling fingertips changed course and headed for the sides of her breasts and her nipples. Lois pitifully grovelled for mercy only to squeal in high pitched laughter as all the henchwomen's fingertips lightly tickled her vulnerable torso. She tearfully laughed and writhed in response to the continuously stroking tickle-torture on her breasts, ribs, sides and armpits.
Some off the henchwomen sitting on the floor ran their fingertips under Lois's chair to tickle under and between her legs and underneath her knees. One even slipped her fingers up Lois's dress and into her panties to tickle Lois's cheeks and moist loins.
Lois, flushed from tickling squealed in appreciation and maddened laughter.
Madam Tickle let this dreadful tickling continue for many many minutes until Lois was allowed to slump exhausted, but unfulfilled. While Lois hung her head in exhaustion and gasped for breath, Madam Tickle dragged a chair over so she
could sit at Lois's soles. Lois only looked up in alarm as she heard Madam Tickle say "You have such lovely arches Lois. Thanks for wearing these sling back high heels! It displays your high wrinkly arches sooooo well.! I wonder
if I was to tickle your arches while you are wearing these shoes whether they would stay on for long???"
Lois's feet began to writhe inside the shoes as if in fearful anticipation from the tickling to come.
"Really, I mean m-my feet aren't even soft. They're really hard and callused! You'd do better tickling my ribs and armpits!!" she bluffed woefully.
As she flexed her feet the shoes slipped open further away from the heels exposing more of her pink soles and wrinkly arches. It was easy to see how tender and soft her feet really were. Lois could see Madam Tickle pulling a feather from her coat.
Apparently at that moment , instead of her life passing before her eyes, Lois was reliving a very serious moment of helpless foot-tickling in her past...
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Part 2. Lois remembers College.
What a flashback Lois had!!! I was told about this later but apparently she remembered...
She remembered having been cruel to her room-mate in college, Selina. She hadn't wanted to share with Selina, who had arrived late from the country and had taken it out on her since she arrived in their first year together. The living arrangement had been permanent, unfortunately for Selina. Lois flaunted her prowess with boys. She teased Selina about her poor academic performance.
She played practical jokes on Selina to embarrass her in front of other students. But it was the last straw when Lois ignored Selina at the Spring Dance as if they weren't room-mates, as if she was nobody. And then Lois had
laughed about it with her cheerleader friends!!!
In her flashback, Lois remembered that next morning she was lying on the floor on the edge of a floor rug in their room. The sun shone through their window onto the rug. She was dozing and trying to recover from excessive boozing. Everybody had gone home for the weekend. The halls were deserted, except for Selina.
Lois remembered that Selina had crept into the room and grabbed the edge of the floor-rug and quickly rolled her up in it. Suddenly Lois felt herself spinning on the floor and then tightly trapped and wrapped up in the rug. Her arms were trapped at her sides within the rolled up rug. Only her head and shoulders extended from one end and her feet, shod in fluffy woollen slippers, extended from the other end. She started to yell and object but Selina only carried her
to her own bed and layed her on her back between pillows so Lois couldn't roll herself free from the rug's tight embrace.
"What are you doing!!! " cried Lois, "Let me out of here at once or I'll have you expelled!!"
Lois remembered that Selina ignored her cries and moved to the edge of the bed. Lois strained to see Selina lay down on the bed beside her with her head towards her feet and she saw Selina pull of her slippers, and begin to peel off her pink socks. Selina said, "I know your secret weakness, Lois. Your mom let it slip last time she visited you. I might punish you for days as you've been mean to me for years. I'm sick of the way you've been treating me Lois..." as she tickled Lois's soles slowly up and down with all her fingertips, which meant that Lois, eyes bulging and toes wriggling, suddenly erupted into cackling
shrill laughter. It only lasted about thirty seconds but Lois could see from Selina's eye's that she was to be tickle tortured for a long time. Maybe the whole weekend!!!
Selina stopped for a few seconds and said, as Lois strained to catch her breath to beg, "Are you sorry you're so mean to me, Lois?" And without giving Lois enough time to respond she began another tickling assault on both soles, and under her soles, but particularly over the tender balls of her feet. It was obvious to Selina that Lois really couldn't stand being tickled there from her incredibly loud demented laughter at each little tingling touch.
Every thirty seconds or so she would ask if Lois was sorry but maddeningly Selina would never give Lois enough time to recover to apologise and beg forgiveness. Soon Lois tried to beg as she laughed, but she could hardly talk, and if she came too close to being able to string enough words together through the laughter, Selina would lick and nibble the balls of her feet or under and between her toes so that she would frustratingly scream with uncontrollable laughter. Selina clearly meant to tickle her all weekend, but to make her wish she could beg for mercy.
It was a nightmare for Lois! Selina didn't stop for anything. She seemed passionately disposed to tickle Lois all weekend non-stop!!!
On and on Selina went all day and into the night. All Lois wanted to do was grovel and beg for mercy. To do anything, say anything, to ensure that Selina would NEVER be upset with her again!!! She was getting tired.. She was getting horny?!!??!?! How come she was getting so turned on, and why was the aching pleasure maintained even though she could not find any release towards orgasm!!!!??? But she was also getting sleepy. After a while through tears of laughter, she noticed that Selina tickled her more softly and slowly by nibbling and licking her feet, without a break!!! She realised that Selina had fallen
asleep and was tickling her as part of a dream!!!!! Even worse she realised that she was falling asleep too.
Lois remembered the nightmares!!! Captain Kid, who looked a little like Selina, tickle-tortured her feet with a wispy feather for "the" map to his treasure!! Fu Manchu, who resembled Selina, tickled her soles with his very long fingernails!!! Aliens, who could have all been clones of Selina, tickle tortured her soles with thousands of feathers, one at a time to try to find the
perfect tickling feather!!! (In the dream it turned out to be a long slender wicked-looking eagle tail feather!!!!)
She awoke to find Selina tickling her with a long slender wicked-looking eagle tail feather!!!! Deja vu???
Lois was tickled all day and all Sunday afternoon until the first of the students returned. She stopped as a knock came at the door. It was one of their neighbours.
"Lois? Is that you? Why are you laughing like that?"
"Come in," said Selina, over the sound of Lois's laughter. As Vickie entered she sniggered and looked wonderingly to Selina for an explanation, "I've been doing this to Lois all weekend want to help? We could be a tag team to tickle her poor feet??? Who'd have thought that Lois would be sooo susceptible to this kind of ticklish situation???"
Vickie took over much to Lois's horror!!!! And then others started arriving and taking over, too.
Lois remembered through insane laughter that each new tickler who arrived back at the Hall, sniggered wickedly as the situation was explained, and said something like "My Goodness Lois, I had no idea your feet were so ticklish, and
your laughter sounds soooo exciting!" And then they'd let her have a short break where she'd try so hard to gasp for air to apologise, while they tauntingly said something like, "Wouldn't you like to apologise to Selina?
Can't find the words???" Then it would start again...
After a while she realised they could go on for days. But by the end of the night when everybody knew her dreadful secret, and had tickled her for at least a few minutes (although some who tickled for half an hour clearly didn't want
to stop), she was allowed to take a breath and grovel for forgiveness.
Lois remembered she was finally released and after a bath she came back in she sincerely apologised to Selina and blurted that she'd never been so aroused in her life. Selina confessed she'd been incredible aroused too.
Lois remembered that for the rest of that last year she had to be so careful to avoid traps where her college friends tried to get her helpless for tickling. Sometimes she managed to avoid it sometimes she didn't. It was a horrible and exciting year!!!
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Part 3 Supergal to the Rescue??
Suddenly Lois's memory released her imagination back to the present. The
flashback from her college days was over. Where was she??? Oh No!!! Madam
Tickle wants to tickle her poor feet!!!! Not the feet???
"No my f-f-feet aren't ticklish!!!! Not at all, really!!!" she cried, as she
noticed the feather moving forward.
Only the strong leather of the sling-back straps enabled the shoes to stay
perched on the toes and balls of the feet. I grew very aroused to see Madam
Tickle direct the feather slowly closer and closer towards under the exposed
left arch and between the arch a small gap at the bottom of the shoe made from
the depth of her immaculate arches.
"Look, that's just a waste of time! let's not bother with this..."
Lois's wriggling became so pronounced that you could even catch a glimpse the
sweet elliptical balls of her feet as her shoes moved on her struggling feet.
"Oh NOOOH! Not my feet? Not the feet?!!! Pleeeeeeease I'd tell you if I could!!!! What are you going to do with that feather?? You wouldn't? Not my feet? No don't! Don't put that feather anywhere near my arches!!!! Not in there???? Nooo!! Don't put that in my shoe-hoo-hoo-hoo-ha-ha-ha-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! (gasp!!!) Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee!!!!"
Lois wailed in amazing laughter as Madam Tickle dusted her left arch with the feathertip. The Madam was clearly delighted at Lois's plight! In a few short strokes of the feather Lois's shoes had been flung off due to her incredible ticklish response and struggling. I was amazed by the maddened wriggling of both feet in response to this feather's dancing strokes on her left arch. BUT I was blown away by the incredible sight of her slender perfect feet. Her soles were pink like mine except that her arches were creamy. Her toes were slender like mine except that they were even longer. Her arches, however, were very, very deep, really quite long and delicately wrinkled. And, unlike me, the tops of her feet and toes were tanned and golden. Mine are pink and creamy on top.
Her toe nails were long like mine, but painted a shade of pink which almost matched her tan.
After a short tickling assault on the tender arch Madam Tickle stopped to revel in Lois's now pathetic begging. As she pleaded for mercy she giggled occasionally at the thought of her soles being tickled. Her soles wrinkled and wriggled as they tried to find some position of safety. However with crossed ankles there was no protection possible for her poor poor soles!!!. "MERCY!!!! (giggle) Please don't tickle my feet!! (chuckle-chuckle) Look, why don't you all tickle my armpits and sides again!!!! What about if I give you all my money??? I only have a little but its all yours!!!!!!!"
"All you have to do is tell me what I want to know...."said Madam Tickle sweetly as she slowly sent the diabolical feather towards Lois's soles once more.
"Noooooooo!!! P-P-P-Please (giggle) I don't know anything!!!!!!! I-I-I-I'll do anything y-y-y-you want!!!! Just d-don't tickle my feet anymore???? Pleeeeeeease?? (Chuckle, gasp, giggle!) Not my fee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-heeeeet!!!
Madam Tickle's oriental eyes gleamed as she watched Lois suffer the tickling onslaught. Lois 's feet had to endure a slow but systematic tickling which revealed through Lois's dreadfully responsive laughter where each spot on her feet was that had to be the most ticklish!!! Lois could not even beg as she screamed in demented laughter! Her arches were very ticklish, but the balls of her feet were even worse that her incredibly ticklish toes!!! Madam Tickle obviously liked to tickle trapped slender toes, because she soon sent the feather from Lois's arches to her toes and drove her crazy for a long while by tickling between and under each slender long toe. But Madam Tickle must like finding and exploiting a victim's truly ticklish spots, because when Madam Tickle noticed Lois shriek as the feather inadvertently passed over the ball of her poor left foot (due to Lois's
wriggling and wriggling so much), she concentrated her tickling assault at that place for ages! Poor Lois! Her wide eyes were begging silently for mercy, as she shrieked in looney laughter! Madam Tickle sneered and smirked in response and viscously tickle tortured Lois's soles. But I was too hot to stop watching and rescue her. I kept wanting to touch myself. I let Lois be tickled on her poor soles until the guilt got the better of me. But eventually I knew I had to intervene so I smashed through the roof and landed at Madam Tickle's side. As I tried to grab Madam Tickle I felt a wave of weakness over come me. It was purple cryponight! The horizontal bars that Lois was tied to were making me weak and would render me supervulnerable.
This was serious!!!!
I remember I fainted for a short time. On awakening I realised...
In a matter of moments they had me tied exactly as Lois was, right there beside her. Lois looked desperate as she realised that rescue was unlikely now.
"So Supergal, now you can tell me who Superguy is!!!" cried Madam Tickle as she pulled off my boots revealing my bare, soft, sweaty, soles. My long toes quivered as my soles felt the cool of the air against their warm sensitive
skin.
I was still too stunned to realise I could be ticklish now. Before I had a chance to wonder what it would be like to be super-vulnerable to ticklishness, she had started tickling my soles with that damned feather. I shrieked with lunatic superlaughter as I felt the feather tickle its way across my arches!!!
She victimised my arches for such a long time, until she decide to try my toes!!!!! This time her guess that her victim would be most ticklish under and between the toes was correct. I howled with laughter as she tickled under and between my toes. Each toe got a dreadful feathering!!!
After a while, without giving me a break she began to nibble and lick my soles and toes. I went berserk!!!! I could feel each slurping stroke of her tongue as she tickled my toes and soles. My soles writhed and my arches wrinkled in
desperate response to nibbling and licking, while I screamed and screamed with supershrill laughter!!!!
At one stage I became aware through my tickle-torment that Lois was laughing like a banshee beside me. I saw through my wincing eyes and tears of laughter that all Madam Tickle's Girl's were tickling her feet and her torso, too!!! As if my foot tickling torment wasn't enough, I felt my cape and shirt being torn from my body. And then I too felt the incredible sensation of being tickled all over my body. My superticklish breasts and ribs, sides and armpits were invaded by incredibly nimble fingers and tongues until I thought I'd die from squealing laughter!!!!
All I could hope for was some respite during questions. But no questions were asked!!! I wanted to tell them so they would stop! I laughed, and I waited, as it went on and on. I got more and more ticklish and aroused as they continued.
Occasionally Lois and I would look into each others eyes as we laughed and see each others dreadful desperation reflected there together with sympathy and devilish forced mirth.
Finally, when the terrible tickling stopped so Madam Tickle could ask us who Superguy really is, I blurted "I can't bear this!!! (Giggle!!!) No more! (Gasp! Giggle!!) You've got to stop in the name of mercy!!! I'm too ticklish
like this!!! (Chuckle!!) Clerk Kant is Superguy! Stop! Please Stop!!!!"
Unfortunately Lois and Madam Tickle' Girls all laughed at the idea. They didn't believe me!!!! They all thought he was too much of a dweeb!!!! I knew then that there was nothing for it but to be tickled and tickled and tickled.
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Madam Tickle began to discuss comparing the ticklishness of Lois and my soles with her gang!!!! There seemed to be no hope of relief!!! Unless Batgal and Wundawoman could rescue us????
Even if they find us, will we still be sane from all the tickling and feeling incredibly turned on??
I looked up too see all Madam Tickle's Girls and Madam Tickle herself move towards our feet each brandishing two feathers!!!!!! Oh No!!!!!
We went mad as our soles were invaded by the stiff tickling plumes. At that moment I wished that if only they'd stop or help us deal with this incredible sexy feeling the tickling gives us???! I think I'd do anything to make the tickling stop but I felt strangely aroused!!! I wouldn't be responsible for my actions!! I could be brainwashed!!! Maybe Lois and I would even be made to
help them ambush and tickle Batgal and Wundawoman!!!
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We were so terrified of further tickling, especially on our feet, that Lois and I each agreed to call Batgal and Wundawoman on the bat-phone to tell them to meet us in the warehouse. We told them to meet us inside after entering from the Southern entrance.
Apparently Batgal and Wundawoman crept into the warehouse. Batgal raised her hand and said," There not here! But listen, can you hear...? Is that Supergal and Lois I hear? Listen to that incredible laughter!? I've never heard anyone laugh like that!"
" ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!! Not there???? (giggle!!!!) I beg you? Hahahahahhahahaha!!! Not my toes????!!!"
They both listened to the muffled sound coming from deep inside the warehouse. They could only catch little bits of the sound.
"...oh No!!! (Gasp?!) (Giggle!!!) Please not my feet??!!! Teeeeehee, hee, hee, hee hee hee hee hahahahahahahahahaha!!!! I'll do anything!!!! Just sto-ho ho ho ho ho hop!!!!"
"That does sound like Lois and Supergal laughing!!!! They must be being tickled by Madam Tickle on their feet by the sounds of it!! And what's that other sound???" said Wundawoman, as she noticed a whooshing sound.
It wasn't long before they'd fallen victim to the automatic defence system which had gassed them into unconsciousness.
They each awoke to find they were tied up tightly. They each hung upside-down (from a single hook on a pulley), each was inside a heavy canvass bag with their heads protruding from the lower end. Their bare feet, protruding vulnerably out
of the raised end of the bags, were crossed and tied at the ankles.
Suddenly the pulley jerked into action and began to lift the captives up towards a loft. The pulley stopped, only when they were raised high enough so that their slender upturned soft soles were lifted just above the railing at the edge of the loft.
Batgal and Wundawoman could see that Lois and I were tied naked to a large single table which was the same height as the railing. We'd been secured face down with our heads towards Batgal's and Wundawoman's soft feet. Lois and my
feet were vulnerably raised at the end of the table due to pillows placed under our shins. Lois and my feet had been tied and crossed at the ankles. Lois and my elbows had been secured to the table (which was lined with purple cryptonite), as if we were leaning on them casually, but our hands and forearms were free. I knew that poor Batgal and Wundawoman would find their upturned soles were well within our reach. I suspected that Madam Tickle, who stood at the rear of the table near our exposed and upturned soles, expected us to victimise Batgal's and Wundawoman's very sensitive looking soles. I guessed that they'd already been injected with the superticklishness serum while they
were unconscious.
"What are you up to, you fiend!??", cried Batgal.
"Let us out of here and we'll put in a good word for you, you criminal!!!" shouted Wundawoman.
"You insult me so I'll have to make Supergal and Lois pay..." Said Madam Tickle. She immediately began to tickle our closely bound soles at the end of the table. Lois and I shrieked in maddened laughter as Madam Tickle's nimble fingers softly stroked our poor arches, toes and the balls of our feet.
She tickled our poor soles for a few minutes until we were crying with tears of laughter. Batgal and Wundawoman yelled at her to stop torturing us. When she stopped we immediately began to beg for mercy.
"...Oh Madam Tickle, (Gasp! Gulp!!) Please I'll do anything!!! Just don't Tickle my feet anymore!!!!???", cried Lois as she giggled at the latent sensations still tingling from her soles.
"Mercy!!! (giggle, chuckle) Tell me what I must do to make this stop????" I cried.
Batgal cried out, " Lois, Supergal, what's come over you!!!??? Don't worry she's only tickling you!!!??? I know its horrible to be tormented that way, as I'm terribly ticklish myself, but its not going to kill you!!!"
Wundawoman called out," What's the matter with you Supergal! You can't let a little tickling disturb you like this! Your supposed to be a superhero!!!! Why, I am incredibly ticklish too, but I wouldn't give in to such silly torture. I am a superhero!"
I angrily retorted, "Oh yeah??? Well we've been made superticklish! I am being radiated by purple cryptonite and Lois has been injected with a superticklishness serum. I bet Madam Tickle has done the same to you too, so don't be so sure that you can withstand such tickling torment - even if you are Heroes!"
Batgal's and Wundawoman's eyes widened in terror as they realised they might be susceptible!!!
"Oh dear, Lois and Supergal, your friends don't seem to have much sympathy for you do they? Well that might make what I've got planned a little easier for you. You see your hands are free and placed so close to their upturned feet
because I want you to tickle their soles unmercifully! Let me warn you if I find you easing up on Batgal or Wundawoman in anyway, I'll resume tickling your already tickletortured soles until you go mad!!! So on my mark..."
Batgal and Wundawoman were shocked to see we didn't even hesitate. Lois reached over with one hand to hold Batgal's feet still while she wriggled her slender fingers wickedly close to Batgal's deep wrinkly arches. Batgal gasped and her
slender perfect little toes twitched and quivered in response to the implied threat of Lois's actions.
"...get set... ", said Madam Tickle.
Likewise I used one hand to hold Wundawoman's soles close and leant forward with my mouth and fingertips soooo close to her vulnerable, upturned, curvaceous, elegant, soles. My nose was so close to her feet that it was almost inside the deep cavity of her fabulous, slender, very long and perfect toes of her right foot. She gasped and her toes wriggled and trembled delicately as my breath wafted in between. I think that she had a small premonition of the true ticklishness of her feet then, but time was running out for her to warn Batgal that they were in serious trouble!!!!
"Go!"
As I tickletortured Wundawoman's fabulous soles to her shrill laughter, I was vaguely aware of Lois making Batgal shriek for a few seconds at a time, and then beg piteously for mercy! I could see out of the corner of my eyes that poor Batgal had no special ticklish spot - but instead her soles and toes were exquisitely, horrifically ticklish everywhere!!! In a short while Lois had Batgal dramatically reeling from intense begging to shrill laughter over and over again. The breaks in between laughter only appeared to intensify Batgal's ordeal as her grovelling went ignored and her feet seemed to become more and more sensitive to each tickling touch of Lois's spidery fingertips and nails.
My tickling strategy for Wundawoman's soles was different. At the word from Madam Tickle I began to systematically and softly and gently, and ever so slowly, lick and nibble Wundawoman's sweet musty soles and toes while she
screamed in lunatic laughter. The only break in the tickling came as I switched to the other foot at the end of every slow tickling assault up the former victimised sole. She barely had time to gasp for breath as I slowly transferred my attention to the alternate foot's soft sole and toes. My mouth tasted each sole's trembling response as I licked, sucked and nibbled her salty, silky, flesh. I tasted and felt her insanely laughing to each slow movement of my lips and tongue. Her arches trembled and she wailed in deep full bell like laughter as my lips and tongue flickered each wrinkly, soft, warm curve and cavity of
her arches. The balls of her feet felt smooth and silky by comparison and she responded even more direfully to being tickled there. But, like me, her worst fear became the terrible tickling of the very tip of my tongue deep in the cavity under and between her wriggling toes!
At that point she would laugh so passionately that I began to feel sorry for her. All through the tickling I could peer over Wundawoman's upturned soles and look down to see her horrific reaction to my fiendish tickling of her soles. Sometimes she would try to bend upwards (in a kind of suspended sit-up) from the waste as if to lessen the torment by trying to see what I was doing to her poor soles. Othertimes her eyes were squeezed shut in hilarious wincing as she laughed helplessly. When delicately licked her toes her eyes popped open wide in horrific shock at the intensity of her toes ticklishness; while her mouth
formed a wide "o" of surprise from which her laughter rang out in a high-pitched shrill laughter like that of an opera singer. Sad tears of laughter trickled down her cheeks. She seemed so tortured. But I dared not stop. I couldn't bear to be tickled on my soles again, so Wundawoman had to suffer, and suffer, and suffer. But I was curiously aroused by each tickling stroke of my lips and tongue.
My torment of Wundawoman became so systematic that I watched Lois tickling Batgal out of the corner of my eye. Batgal literally flung to and fro with each tickling touch of Lois's dancing fingertips and fingernails. Every touch produced a wide eyed look of insane surprise, tears streamed down her face, and her mouth was forced into that "o" of surprise at the sheer ticklishness of her own poor feet. It seemed impossible for Batgal's feet to suffer anymore higher ticklishness or state of
laughter, but Lois achieved just that as she too began to lick and nibble Batgal's pink soles and under her sweet little toes! At this stage her laughter became primal and she squealed with shrill keening laughter.
With my supervison, I saw through the canvass bags that Batgal and Wundawoman had their hands deep between their legs and were furiously massaging their labia and clits. I was jealous and would have loved to relieve the tingling in my
loins, but there was no relief at hand (no pun intended). Lois and I could only take our frustrations out on our victims! Each victim wriggled, and laughed as their feet were tickled, and tickled and tickled until they shuddered in primal laughter and they each orgasmed. Afterwards their laughter sounded weary and desperate but we continued mercilessly.
"Stop!" cried Madam Tickle.
As our victim's tried to catch their breath so they could speak, we began to beg as we were suddenly alarmed that we might be tickled again.
"Please Madam Tickle, we are trying to tickle-torture as cruelly as we can!!!" I cried in desperation.
"There, there, " she said passing stiff turkey feathers to Lois and I, "I know you are doing your best. And you've really done so well tickling these two like crazy!!! And they seem sooo ticklish, too! But now I want you to try with these feathers. At first they will be able to beg but as you proceed they will become even more ticklish, until its insupportable!!!! But I warn you they will grovel for mercy, and if you show any at all, I will tickle you this way myself..."
Lois and I glanced at each other, silently agreeing that we'd tickle our victim's unmercifully rather than be subjected to further tickling. "Care to try follow my leader???", said Lois
"You bet, Lois!" I said, smiling as the soles before us began to squirm in anticipation. Lois and I shared a look which revealed how hot this was making us. Lois even had her tongue licking her lips in anticipation of the tickling
to come!!!!
"Oh please, Lois" begged Batgal with tears in her eyes as she saw Lois prepare to tickle her arches. She struggled intensely as she saw the feather wander from arch to arch as it approached, as if Lois was making her mind up about
which one to tickle first. Batgal became desperate, " No more, (sniff!) I can't stand it.... I'll go crazy!!! I had no idea I could be this ticklish!!!!...No Lois! Stop? Ha ha ha ha ha HA HA HA HA HA !!!!! Stop it!!!!??? Heeeeeeeeeeh
hee hee hee hee hee hee (Gasp!) Mercy!!!! Please???? Hee hee hee ha ha ha ha ha ha ha HA HA HA!!!!!" She laughed deeply and her soles writhed as Lois stroked each arch playfully in long slow stokes. Her peals of laughter matched each
stroke.
"Supergal, don't do this to me! (Sob!!) Please, not my bare feet!!!!???" cried Wundawoman, and she continued to beg piteously as we watched Lois take the first turn at tickling her victim's poor helpless arches. Wundawoman watched
fascinated but horrified as she knew that soon this would be done to her soft ticklish arches. She begged profusely until she saw Lois stop and Batgal gasp in sheer relief, her feet wriggling and quivering at their recent plight.
Realising her turn had come Wundawoman grovelled, "Please no... (gasp! Gulp!!!) not that!!! P-p-p-lease d-d-d-d-don't tickle me!!! Supergal???? Plea-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-heeeeeeese!!" My soft stroke up her left arch interrupted her begging. I lifted the feather to slowly shift the feather to commence a tickling assault on her right foot as she resumed begging. "(Giggle,
chuckle!!!!) Please Supergal, have pity on me??? How can you do this to me-hee-hee hee ha ha haha HA HA HA HA HA !!!" she resumed laughter at the next slow stroke of her arch. Batgal could be heard begging Lois for mercy over the
commotion that Wundawoman made alternating between keening with laughter and sincere begging.
As I stopped, Batgal began to laugh a little more shrilly as Lois wickedly stroked the plume over the balls of Batgal's feet causing her toes to wriggle madly. Wundawoman, her breath back began to beg me to leave her feet alone! But I was too intent o watching Lois torment the extremely ticklish Batgal who's soles were becoming more ticklish by the moment.
Then I did the same to Wundawoman and was rewarded with the same increased intensity of response! This was delicious! I knew that Wundawoman hadn't even had her most ticklish toes touched yet!
Next, Batgal went crazy as her toes were tickled underneath and in the crevices in between, but that was just the increased intensity of her already severe ticklishness. She was as ticklish as that all over her feet! I couldn't wait to tickle Wundawoman's toes as I knew she would be extremely ticklish there, and with each stroke of the feather her feet were becoming more intensely sensitive. She knew what was to happen next and she begged insanely for me to tickle her
anywhere but there. But I couldn't risk Madam Tickle tickling my soles, and I was so turned on by the thought of tickling Wundawoman's toes my loins were dripping wet. I wondered if Lois was as turned on.
Wundawoman went crazy as the tip of the plume invaded the cavity underneath her slender long toes with each terrible slow stroke. She had no breath for begging as the plume slid in between and under each toe. Her eyes were wide with mirth
and insane delight! She was so glad when I stopped she actually said" Thank you! Please no more??!!!"
But Lois and I began to independently tickle their soles and toes in a non-stop assault that had their laughter mounting to such an incredible crescendo and quaking orgasms that I thanked great Caesar's ghost that it was not I that was being tickled in this way. This went on for hours as Batgal and Wundawoman laughed in frantic demented hysterics. Madam Tickle came closer and sat nearby to watch their shrieking laughter, their desperate begging and the trembling
and trembling of their soles and toes!!!!
After a time Madam Tickle called the tickling torment to a halt and had her henchwomen bring us all to another part of the warehouse. Here, Lois and I were secured in the bags as Batgal and Wundawoman has been. (My bag had purple
cryptonite placed in it so I was still supervulnerable and weak.) Lois and I were each laid on our backs with our exposed feet upturned and secured in stocks which hung above us. As Wundawoman and Batgal were brought into the room, Batgal suddenly burst her bag and the ropes dropped from her body. In one smooth move she knocked out the two henchwomen and began to untie Wundawoman saying, "Thank god, I finally got my hands to my hidden knife, now where's my utility belt!!!"
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Part 5 Batgal and Wundawoman's Vengeance!
Once freed Batgal and Wundawoman each began to leave the room, as if they would tackle Madam Tickle and her henchwomen alone. Lois and I both cried out to be released so we could help, but Batgal whispered with a strange smile that there was no time, and Wundawoman smirked in agreement.
From inside the room we heard the sounds of battle. Then there was a silent pause where we didn't know who had won. Lois and I strained to listen for any clue. " Listen", said Lois, "what's that sound? Oh no! It sounds like Madam
Tickle talking..."
And we both strained to hear Madam Tickle's voice as we assumed she'd overpowered the others. We were so frustrated that they didn't release us when they had the chance. "Be quite Gals, I'll handle this!!!! So, what are you going to do now, Superheroes? You'll be sorry you know!!!!" Lois and I winced as we realised from her words that Madam Tickle had the upper hand!
But madam Tickle had more to say, "(Gasp!) You can't inject us like this!!! You can't do this!!!! (Groan, struggle!!!) Untie us at once!! This illegal!! You are the good guys??? What are you doing with those silly minature clockwork machines from your utility belt, Batgal??? Why are you attaching those feather-dusters to those silly machines, Wundawoman? You can't be serious??? Hey! Leave our boots alone!!!! Don't you dare take our socks off!!! Hey you leave Kelly's feet alone Batgal - don't use that machine and the feather duster to tickle her feet!! She's got rights!!!"
Kelly, who must be one of Madam Tickle's henchwomen began to scream with laughter.
We heard Madam Tickle continue to protest as each henchwoman began to laugh in turn until Madam Tickle herself began to cry," No please, I can't stand to be tickled ON MY FEET!! Plea-hee- (GASP!) -heeeeeeeeh hee hee hee hee hee hee heeHA
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA ....."
We heard the warehouse ring with the sound of Madam Tickle's (and her gang's) crazed laughter from some kind of devices that Batgal and Wundawoman must had assembled from Madam Tickle's own feather-dusters and from tools from Batgal's
utility belt.
Soon Batgal and Wundawoman came back to our room each carrying a chair, and feathers, and smirking evilly at us. As they placed the chairs before our upturned vulnerable soles, Lois and I glanced at each other knowing, but
fearing to state that they were about to tickle torture us in revenge for their tickling torment.
We each began to beg as Wundawoman and Batgal leant forward as if to lick our soles. "Oh dear, are you ticklish on the soles of your feet??? said Batgal sarcastically. "Don't worry, we'll be gentle. Very, very, very gentle" And their eyes began to glint as their mouths opened, their tongues licked their lips and we could feel their breath on our poor, poor soles.
I begged Wundawoman, " This is not fair! We had no choice but to obey Madam Tickle!!! Don't tickle me while I'm helpless like this??? Oh God Please, I'm so sorry I tickled you!!!. God, I'm really sorry!!! I had no choice!!!!??? You've no idea how terribly ticklish my feet are from this damn purple cryptonite. If you tickle my feet like this I'll just go insane!!! You'll
drive me crazy!!! I'll do anything, Wundawoman, but don't tickle my poor feet!!!"
Batgal said to Lois and I, "I wonder if your feet are as hopelessly ticklish as ours are? And I wonder where you are really really, really, really ticklish???!!! Hey Wundawoman, lets go ask our laughing Madam where these two are the most Ticklish!" she said as they left the room. But in just a moment they returned.
"Well! Now we know how to make this become a horrible tickle-torture for you. We'll revel in how horrible it is going to be for you to be tickled on your ticklish soles because you tickle tortured our feet!" she chuckled.
I gulped but I couldn't bring myself to talk, as Wundawoman said, "I'm so glad I know where the absolute worst ticklish spots are on your poor, poor, soft soles!!!! Supergal, I'm going to tickle your poor feet to bits, especially under your toes!!!
Batgal taunted Lois too, "I plan to softly slowly stroke the soft skin of the balls of your feet??? They're incredibly ticklish aren't they, Lois?!!"
"Oh God please don't!!" Lois cried, "Please don't do this to me Batgal, I'll do anything you want but don't tickle me there! We had no choice but to tickle you!!! It was under duress!!" Batgal and Wundawoman ignored our horrified
begging and raised the wicked looking turkey feathers!!!
As one slowly began to approach my soft arches I begged, "Oh God no, you wouldn't??? Please, not the feather!!! You know about feathers!! You wouldn't want them used them on you, would you!!!?"
Lois begged too, "Pleeeease, No! Feathers are the worst!!!! It'll make my feet more and more sensitive until I'm so ticklish I'll go nuts!! Not my poor feet??? Don't do this Batgal? (Gasp) Not my feet!!! (chuckle, giggle!!!) Not there??!! Hahahahaha, MERCY!!!! GASP!! Hahahahahahahahahahaaa!!! Stop!!! Hahahahahaaa!!!"
"Don't do this Wundawoman?!! Pleeeeease don't... (Shriek!!!) hahahahahahahahahaaa!!! (chuckle, giggle!!!) oh God it tickles so much!!! Hahahahahahahahahahaaa!!!" I went looney with laughter as she began to tickle
my soles with the feather.
They watched us scream with laughter with cruel delight. We giggled helplessly at the feathers tingling their way on long slow tickling strokes up our arches.
As Wundawoman tickled my arch I could feel my toes helplessly wriggling and my soles quivering. Lois squealed with giggling laughter as she responded to each grazing little brush of the tip of the plume on her poor arch. Then, thankfully they each stopped at some unseen signal. We gasped and tried to get our breath back to beg. Then they suddenly sniggered and fiendishly sent the feathers slowly back towards our soles! I begged hopelessly, "Oh Wundawoman Stop? Pleeeeease I'm
too ticklish on my feet!!! Oh no, not my toes??? Mercy!!!?? Please stop, (giggle,gulp!) Hahahahahahahahahahaaa!!! PLEASE, (Gasp!) stop? Hee, hee, hee, hee,hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee!!!! Ha ha ha haha haha hahahaaa!!!"
Lois was helplessly laughing as Batgal duplicated my torment of Wundawoman's intense tickling stroke under all my toes. But instead Batgal focused on the poor balls of Lois's soft feet.
Once more they finished their tickling. They withdrew the feathers just as we was about to go short of breath from the tickliness of the feather at our sensitive spots.
I started to gasp for mercy only to suddenly be made to squeal with mad laughter as Wundawoman tickle-tortured my toes again. She made the feather lightly tickle each trembling toe!!!!!!!!! She dragged the feather over each helpless set of toes to torment each special ticklish spot. Back and forth she tickled my toes while I could hardly gasp for air while being made to squeal in keening laughter. I soon began to buck as my fingers slid into my labia. Shortly I screamed in deep cackling laughter an intense orgasm overtook me.
Batgal smiled at Lois's eyes wide with horror and surprise. Batgal was so pleased seeing tears trickling down Lois's face that she began to send the feather to quickly caress mercilessly across the incredibly ticklish balls of
her feet!!! She too began to buck wildly...
Wundawoman soon began to tickle me between my poor wriggling toes with her hot mouth! The mad sensations in my loins kept going! I squealed with deafening laughter at each tickling flickering touch of the tip of her tongue! Her fingertips slowly grazed up and down my soles to add to the torment inflicted under my toes with her nibbling mouth. Tears trickled down my face only to be flung off as I shook in crazed merriment. I lost track of time as she mercilessly tickled me. I lost track of how many ways we were tickled on our poor soles. I think Lois and I must have orgasmed many times. We were tickled with feathers, warm mouths, and other fiendish tools until, exhausted, we were released.
We all left Madam Tickle and her gang being automatically tickled by revolving father-dusters until the Police came to release them. I understand the superticklish serum is permanent. I hear that the secret weakness of Madam Tickle and her gang is known in prison and that they laugh each night away at the insistent tickling of the other prisoners. I hear there's even a roster so they can all take turns.
Meanwhile I wonder if I shall ever be able to watch or take part in another tickling adventure. Especially as I know that Batgal, Lois Loins and Wundawoman are permanently effected by the superticklishness serum....
The End
[But anyone may continue the story if they wish...]
This is not for children. This is politically unsound, harsh, erotic, adult, and not for minors. Characters which resemble CD comics characters areincluded as tribute and in fun. No offence is intended to DC Comics or to anyone hailing from Krypton, Gotham City, Metropolis, or Olympus, or even Earth. Its still not for minors.
Practickly Supergal - by Soletk
Part 1 Lois is asked a simple question.
At superspeed I changed from a mild mannered college student into Supergal. My mild mannered persona shed as I changed costume and launch myself into the sky.
I had to try to find Lois Loins. I'd promised Superguy I'd watch over her while he was away visiting the far side of the Galaxy. He wasn't due back for a month.
I hadn't paid much attention to Lois as I'd always thought that she was such a pushy haughty bitch that she'd be able to look after herself. Unfortunately I just been informed by news reports that Lois had been kidnapped by Madam Tickle.
Nobody really knew Madam Tickle's origins. Madam Tickle was a mysterious beautiful part oriental woman who due to a technicality, recently had to be released from an mental asylum where Superguy had her put away. She was suspected of capturing rich and famous women to tickle-torture for information on passwords for computer bank accounts or secret information which could be sold or used in blackmail.
She was supported in her life of crime by her gang which she called her"Girls". These 6 henchwomen were as besotted with tickle-torture as she was!
Her victims rarely wanted to press charges because it might implicate them in criminal activities, lapses in security from which they could lose their jobs, or more importantly it would mean others would know of their extreme susceptibility to tickling torment.
I suspected that the madwoman probably intended to torture Lois until she divulged Superguy's secret identity. Since being locked up in the looney bin, Madam Tickle was obsessed with finding out who Superguy really was and exacting her vengeance. Unless I rescued Lois, she probably would be tickle-tortured endlessly as she would not be able to tell what she did not actually know.
On one hand I feared that Madam Tickle would use her dastardly tickle-torture on Lois until she went mad!. On the other hand I really I wondered if it would have any effect on Lois's haughty demeanour!
Valuable time was lost in overflying the city and scanning everywhere with my xray vision. Eventually I found Lois being held captive in an old abandoned warehouse. With my xray vision I could see through the roof of the warehouse as I hovered above. Lois was bound helpless, captive, seated on a platform stool.
I hovered above, curious as to what Madam Tickle intended. I knew I could speed in to rescue Lois should it be necessary, but I wondered what Madam Tickle planned. I was strangely curious as to whether Lois was ticklish. I thought I might see if Madam Tickle really could tickle-torture a person like Lois. I guess being invulnerable means I can't appreciate what being tickled feels like. So I didn't feel it immediately necessary to come to the rescue.
Lois struggled fearfully. Madam Tickle had already her henchwomen chain up Lois so that her arms were stretched apart with her wrists chained to a horizontal bar above her. Her legs were bound to yet another horizontal bar in front of her stool. Her legs had been crossed at the ankles and secured to the bar (at the ankles) so that her raised feet, still shod in designer high heels, hung invitingly over the edge of the bar.
I noticed that Lois's high heeled shoes were sleek sling-backs. They tantalisingly revealed her bare arches due to special long thin straps at the sides of the high heels. I was amazed at how high, wrinkly and delicate her arches were.
My gazing at Lois's delicate arches was suddenly interrupted. Two of Madam Tickle's henchwomen ripped off Lois's silk shirt and sat eagerly beside her. One sat on each side looking longingly at each armpit, each tender side and each set of exposed ribs. The other four merely stood around as if to watch the fun.
Lois looked stunning in her black lace bra with her well shaped breasts snugly cupped, her delicate ribs and long shapely sides exposed, and strangely alluring with her cream, deep armpits laid open.
I noticed that Madam Tickle had begun to speak while Lois, her eyes wide in horror, began to struggle and object. I extended my Superhearing and listened to what they were saying.
"...wont be able to stand it!!! You wouldn't?? Please? God don't tickle me?
I don't know who Superguy really is!!!! You don't understand, I'm really, really, terribly ticklish!!!..." cried Lois as a tear rolled down her cheek while she struggled in vain.
"I don't believe you. You spend entirely too much time in his company for you to be unaware of who he is!!! Anyway, I'm glad you're ticklish. It makes us HOT doesn't it Girls???" exclaimed Madam Tickle tauntingly.
The henchwomen all laughed in response and gradually wriggled their fingers tauntingly close, not close enough, but soooo tantalisingly near to Lois's ticklish ribs! She writhed in false expectation of their tickling touch only to gasp in relief as they drew their fingertips away at the last moment.
Madam Tickle laughed at Lois's alarm. "I got some bad news for you, Lois. While you where unconscious we drugged you with a substance which makes you manytimes more ticklish than you normally are. You be tickled pink to know that you are
now about ten times more ticklish!!!! So you had better tell me or the Girls will have to start giving you a rib-tickling good time!!"
"Oh, you can't be serious. I'm normally so ticklish that it would be torture to let anybody else even dry me after a bath!!! Pleeeease listen to me!!! I don't know who he is!!!! "
Lois kept begging frantically as she noticed that the Girls on either side of her were slowly sending their wriggling fingertips towards her sides. Suddenly Lois shrieked with incredible shrill mad laughter as the Girl on the left slowly dragged her fingertips and fingernails up and down her side and into her armpit. This lasted for a few seconds. Then she had a moment to gasp, and was about to scream for mercy, but was made to scream with laughter instead, as the other henchwoman began to lick and nibble from the other side on poor Lois's soft tender flesh. She was tickled this way from her tightening ribs, up her shaking sensitive side and into her other lavishly deep armpit.
Then she had a moment to gasp for air and then the other henchwoman repeated the exact same torment she inflicted last time!! Shortly after she started tickling again Lois's heightened nerve endings and her sense of victimisation from the
tickle-torture had her totally absorbed in the pattern being repeated from that henchwoman's last tickle-attack! The predicability of it had Lois shrieking her laughter in anticipation as well as from the tickle-torture itself.
While I watched I felt turned on at Lois's plight. I knew she wasn't being hurt so I didn't think it was absolutely critical that I rescue her immediately. I decided to enjoy Lois's tickling for a while. I could always rescue her if things got too serious.
Madam Tickle watched Lois's torment with a wicked gleam in her eye. I noticed she occasionally glanced at Lois's feet as if to wonder whether Lois's soles were ticklish.
Suddenly Lois had a single moment to gasp and then was again rudely interrupted by the other henchwoman licking and nibbling in the same dreadful pattern as before!!! Through shrieking laughter her mind reeled! She now knew they
intended to torment her in this systematic repetitive fashion. As they continued the dreadful certainty of each tickling touch began to make her more sensitive to each touch. Anticipation drove her as crazy as the tickle-torment itself.
On and on and on it went as she lurched from expert tickler to tickler.
Then they stopped. I noticed that Lois continued to giggle for long after the tickling had stopped, and look frantically from side to side to see if the torment would start again. From the amused smirks of the two henchwomen they'd noticed too.
At a signal from Madam Tickle the other henchwomen approached Lois's sides. When they were all standing, or kneeling, close to her sides they all raised their wriggling fingertips and very, very, slowly sent 120 wriggling digits towards Lois's vulnerable ticklish sides and armpits. Madam Tickle smiled as Lois began to scream for mercy! Suddenly Lois's bra popped off! It had been undone from behind!!! At the sight of her firm pert breasts some of the wriggling fingertips changed course and headed for the sides of her breasts and her nipples. Lois pitifully grovelled for mercy only to squeal in high pitched laughter as all the henchwomen's fingertips lightly tickled her vulnerable torso. She tearfully laughed and writhed in response to the continuously stroking tickle-torture on her breasts, ribs, sides and armpits.
Some off the henchwomen sitting on the floor ran their fingertips under Lois's chair to tickle under and between her legs and underneath her knees. One even slipped her fingers up Lois's dress and into her panties to tickle Lois's cheeks and moist loins.
Lois, flushed from tickling squealed in appreciation and maddened laughter.
Madam Tickle let this dreadful tickling continue for many many minutes until Lois was allowed to slump exhausted, but unfulfilled. While Lois hung her head in exhaustion and gasped for breath, Madam Tickle dragged a chair over so she
could sit at Lois's soles. Lois only looked up in alarm as she heard Madam Tickle say "You have such lovely arches Lois. Thanks for wearing these sling back high heels! It displays your high wrinkly arches sooooo well.! I wonder
if I was to tickle your arches while you are wearing these shoes whether they would stay on for long???"
Lois's feet began to writhe inside the shoes as if in fearful anticipation from the tickling to come.
"Really, I mean m-my feet aren't even soft. They're really hard and callused! You'd do better tickling my ribs and armpits!!" she bluffed woefully.
As she flexed her feet the shoes slipped open further away from the heels exposing more of her pink soles and wrinkly arches. It was easy to see how tender and soft her feet really were. Lois could see Madam Tickle pulling a feather from her coat.
Apparently at that moment , instead of her life passing before her eyes, Lois was reliving a very serious moment of helpless foot-tickling in her past...
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Part 2. Lois remembers College.
What a flashback Lois had!!! I was told about this later but apparently she remembered...
She remembered having been cruel to her room-mate in college, Selina. She hadn't wanted to share with Selina, who had arrived late from the country and had taken it out on her since she arrived in their first year together. The living arrangement had been permanent, unfortunately for Selina. Lois flaunted her prowess with boys. She teased Selina about her poor academic performance.
She played practical jokes on Selina to embarrass her in front of other students. But it was the last straw when Lois ignored Selina at the Spring Dance as if they weren't room-mates, as if she was nobody. And then Lois had
laughed about it with her cheerleader friends!!!
In her flashback, Lois remembered that next morning she was lying on the floor on the edge of a floor rug in their room. The sun shone through their window onto the rug. She was dozing and trying to recover from excessive boozing. Everybody had gone home for the weekend. The halls were deserted, except for Selina.
Lois remembered that Selina had crept into the room and grabbed the edge of the floor-rug and quickly rolled her up in it. Suddenly Lois felt herself spinning on the floor and then tightly trapped and wrapped up in the rug. Her arms were trapped at her sides within the rolled up rug. Only her head and shoulders extended from one end and her feet, shod in fluffy woollen slippers, extended from the other end. She started to yell and object but Selina only carried her
to her own bed and layed her on her back between pillows so Lois couldn't roll herself free from the rug's tight embrace.
"What are you doing!!! " cried Lois, "Let me out of here at once or I'll have you expelled!!"
Lois remembered that Selina ignored her cries and moved to the edge of the bed. Lois strained to see Selina lay down on the bed beside her with her head towards her feet and she saw Selina pull of her slippers, and begin to peel off her pink socks. Selina said, "I know your secret weakness, Lois. Your mom let it slip last time she visited you. I might punish you for days as you've been mean to me for years. I'm sick of the way you've been treating me Lois..." as she tickled Lois's soles slowly up and down with all her fingertips, which meant that Lois, eyes bulging and toes wriggling, suddenly erupted into cackling
shrill laughter. It only lasted about thirty seconds but Lois could see from Selina's eye's that she was to be tickle tortured for a long time. Maybe the whole weekend!!!
Selina stopped for a few seconds and said, as Lois strained to catch her breath to beg, "Are you sorry you're so mean to me, Lois?" And without giving Lois enough time to respond she began another tickling assault on both soles, and under her soles, but particularly over the tender balls of her feet. It was obvious to Selina that Lois really couldn't stand being tickled there from her incredibly loud demented laughter at each little tingling touch.
Every thirty seconds or so she would ask if Lois was sorry but maddeningly Selina would never give Lois enough time to recover to apologise and beg forgiveness. Soon Lois tried to beg as she laughed, but she could hardly talk, and if she came too close to being able to string enough words together through the laughter, Selina would lick and nibble the balls of her feet or under and between her toes so that she would frustratingly scream with uncontrollable laughter. Selina clearly meant to tickle her all weekend, but to make her wish she could beg for mercy.
It was a nightmare for Lois! Selina didn't stop for anything. She seemed passionately disposed to tickle Lois all weekend non-stop!!!
On and on Selina went all day and into the night. All Lois wanted to do was grovel and beg for mercy. To do anything, say anything, to ensure that Selina would NEVER be upset with her again!!! She was getting tired.. She was getting horny?!!??!?! How come she was getting so turned on, and why was the aching pleasure maintained even though she could not find any release towards orgasm!!!!??? But she was also getting sleepy. After a while through tears of laughter, she noticed that Selina tickled her more softly and slowly by nibbling and licking her feet, without a break!!! She realised that Selina had fallen
asleep and was tickling her as part of a dream!!!!! Even worse she realised that she was falling asleep too.
Lois remembered the nightmares!!! Captain Kid, who looked a little like Selina, tickle-tortured her feet with a wispy feather for "the" map to his treasure!! Fu Manchu, who resembled Selina, tickled her soles with his very long fingernails!!! Aliens, who could have all been clones of Selina, tickle tortured her soles with thousands of feathers, one at a time to try to find the
perfect tickling feather!!! (In the dream it turned out to be a long slender wicked-looking eagle tail feather!!!!)
She awoke to find Selina tickling her with a long slender wicked-looking eagle tail feather!!!! Deja vu???
Lois was tickled all day and all Sunday afternoon until the first of the students returned. She stopped as a knock came at the door. It was one of their neighbours.
"Lois? Is that you? Why are you laughing like that?"
"Come in," said Selina, over the sound of Lois's laughter. As Vickie entered she sniggered and looked wonderingly to Selina for an explanation, "I've been doing this to Lois all weekend want to help? We could be a tag team to tickle her poor feet??? Who'd have thought that Lois would be sooo susceptible to this kind of ticklish situation???"
Vickie took over much to Lois's horror!!!! And then others started arriving and taking over, too.
Lois remembered through insane laughter that each new tickler who arrived back at the Hall, sniggered wickedly as the situation was explained, and said something like "My Goodness Lois, I had no idea your feet were so ticklish, and
your laughter sounds soooo exciting!" And then they'd let her have a short break where she'd try so hard to gasp for air to apologise, while they tauntingly said something like, "Wouldn't you like to apologise to Selina?
Can't find the words???" Then it would start again...
After a while she realised they could go on for days. But by the end of the night when everybody knew her dreadful secret, and had tickled her for at least a few minutes (although some who tickled for half an hour clearly didn't want
to stop), she was allowed to take a breath and grovel for forgiveness.
Lois remembered she was finally released and after a bath she came back in she sincerely apologised to Selina and blurted that she'd never been so aroused in her life. Selina confessed she'd been incredible aroused too.
Lois remembered that for the rest of that last year she had to be so careful to avoid traps where her college friends tried to get her helpless for tickling. Sometimes she managed to avoid it sometimes she didn't. It was a horrible and exciting year!!!
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Part 3 Supergal to the Rescue??
Suddenly Lois's memory released her imagination back to the present. The
flashback from her college days was over. Where was she??? Oh No!!! Madam
Tickle wants to tickle her poor feet!!!! Not the feet???
"No my f-f-feet aren't ticklish!!!! Not at all, really!!!" she cried, as she
noticed the feather moving forward.
Only the strong leather of the sling-back straps enabled the shoes to stay
perched on the toes and balls of the feet. I grew very aroused to see Madam
Tickle direct the feather slowly closer and closer towards under the exposed
left arch and between the arch a small gap at the bottom of the shoe made from
the depth of her immaculate arches.
"Look, that's just a waste of time! let's not bother with this..."
Lois's wriggling became so pronounced that you could even catch a glimpse the
sweet elliptical balls of her feet as her shoes moved on her struggling feet.
"Oh NOOOH! Not my feet? Not the feet?!!! Pleeeeeeease I'd tell you if I could!!!! What are you going to do with that feather?? You wouldn't? Not my feet? No don't! Don't put that feather anywhere near my arches!!!! Not in there???? Nooo!! Don't put that in my shoe-hoo-hoo-hoo-ha-ha-ha-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! (gasp!!!) Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee!!!!"
Lois wailed in amazing laughter as Madam Tickle dusted her left arch with the feathertip. The Madam was clearly delighted at Lois's plight! In a few short strokes of the feather Lois's shoes had been flung off due to her incredible ticklish response and struggling. I was amazed by the maddened wriggling of both feet in response to this feather's dancing strokes on her left arch. BUT I was blown away by the incredible sight of her slender perfect feet. Her soles were pink like mine except that her arches were creamy. Her toes were slender like mine except that they were even longer. Her arches, however, were very, very deep, really quite long and delicately wrinkled. And, unlike me, the tops of her feet and toes were tanned and golden. Mine are pink and creamy on top.
Her toe nails were long like mine, but painted a shade of pink which almost matched her tan.
After a short tickling assault on the tender arch Madam Tickle stopped to revel in Lois's now pathetic begging. As she pleaded for mercy she giggled occasionally at the thought of her soles being tickled. Her soles wrinkled and wriggled as they tried to find some position of safety. However with crossed ankles there was no protection possible for her poor poor soles!!!. "MERCY!!!! (giggle) Please don't tickle my feet!! (chuckle-chuckle) Look, why don't you all tickle my armpits and sides again!!!! What about if I give you all my money??? I only have a little but its all yours!!!!!!!"
"All you have to do is tell me what I want to know...."said Madam Tickle sweetly as she slowly sent the diabolical feather towards Lois's soles once more.
"Noooooooo!!! P-P-P-Please (giggle) I don't know anything!!!!!!! I-I-I-I'll do anything y-y-y-you want!!!! Just d-don't tickle my feet anymore???? Pleeeeeeease?? (Chuckle, gasp, giggle!) Not my fee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-heeeeet!!!
Madam Tickle's oriental eyes gleamed as she watched Lois suffer the tickling onslaught. Lois 's feet had to endure a slow but systematic tickling which revealed through Lois's dreadfully responsive laughter where each spot on her feet was that had to be the most ticklish!!! Lois could not even beg as she screamed in demented laughter! Her arches were very ticklish, but the balls of her feet were even worse that her incredibly ticklish toes!!! Madam Tickle obviously liked to tickle trapped slender toes, because she soon sent the feather from Lois's arches to her toes and drove her crazy for a long while by tickling between and under each slender long toe. But Madam Tickle must like finding and exploiting a victim's truly ticklish spots, because when Madam Tickle noticed Lois shriek as the feather inadvertently passed over the ball of her poor left foot (due to Lois's
wriggling and wriggling so much), she concentrated her tickling assault at that place for ages! Poor Lois! Her wide eyes were begging silently for mercy, as she shrieked in looney laughter! Madam Tickle sneered and smirked in response and viscously tickle tortured Lois's soles. But I was too hot to stop watching and rescue her. I kept wanting to touch myself. I let Lois be tickled on her poor soles until the guilt got the better of me. But eventually I knew I had to intervene so I smashed through the roof and landed at Madam Tickle's side. As I tried to grab Madam Tickle I felt a wave of weakness over come me. It was purple cryponight! The horizontal bars that Lois was tied to were making me weak and would render me supervulnerable.
This was serious!!!!
I remember I fainted for a short time. On awakening I realised...
In a matter of moments they had me tied exactly as Lois was, right there beside her. Lois looked desperate as she realised that rescue was unlikely now.
"So Supergal, now you can tell me who Superguy is!!!" cried Madam Tickle as she pulled off my boots revealing my bare, soft, sweaty, soles. My long toes quivered as my soles felt the cool of the air against their warm sensitive
skin.
I was still too stunned to realise I could be ticklish now. Before I had a chance to wonder what it would be like to be super-vulnerable to ticklishness, she had started tickling my soles with that damned feather. I shrieked with lunatic superlaughter as I felt the feather tickle its way across my arches!!!
She victimised my arches for such a long time, until she decide to try my toes!!!!! This time her guess that her victim would be most ticklish under and between the toes was correct. I howled with laughter as she tickled under and between my toes. Each toe got a dreadful feathering!!!
After a while, without giving me a break she began to nibble and lick my soles and toes. I went berserk!!!! I could feel each slurping stroke of her tongue as she tickled my toes and soles. My soles writhed and my arches wrinkled in
desperate response to nibbling and licking, while I screamed and screamed with supershrill laughter!!!!
At one stage I became aware through my tickle-torment that Lois was laughing like a banshee beside me. I saw through my wincing eyes and tears of laughter that all Madam Tickle's Girl's were tickling her feet and her torso, too!!! As if my foot tickling torment wasn't enough, I felt my cape and shirt being torn from my body. And then I too felt the incredible sensation of being tickled all over my body. My superticklish breasts and ribs, sides and armpits were invaded by incredibly nimble fingers and tongues until I thought I'd die from squealing laughter!!!!
All I could hope for was some respite during questions. But no questions were asked!!! I wanted to tell them so they would stop! I laughed, and I waited, as it went on and on. I got more and more ticklish and aroused as they continued.
Occasionally Lois and I would look into each others eyes as we laughed and see each others dreadful desperation reflected there together with sympathy and devilish forced mirth.
Finally, when the terrible tickling stopped so Madam Tickle could ask us who Superguy really is, I blurted "I can't bear this!!! (Giggle!!!) No more! (Gasp! Giggle!!) You've got to stop in the name of mercy!!! I'm too ticklish
like this!!! (Chuckle!!) Clerk Kant is Superguy! Stop! Please Stop!!!!"
Unfortunately Lois and Madam Tickle' Girls all laughed at the idea. They didn't believe me!!!! They all thought he was too much of a dweeb!!!! I knew then that there was nothing for it but to be tickled and tickled and tickled.
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Madam Tickle began to discuss comparing the ticklishness of Lois and my soles with her gang!!!! There seemed to be no hope of relief!!! Unless Batgal and Wundawoman could rescue us????
Even if they find us, will we still be sane from all the tickling and feeling incredibly turned on??
I looked up too see all Madam Tickle's Girls and Madam Tickle herself move towards our feet each brandishing two feathers!!!!!! Oh No!!!!!
We went mad as our soles were invaded by the stiff tickling plumes. At that moment I wished that if only they'd stop or help us deal with this incredible sexy feeling the tickling gives us???! I think I'd do anything to make the tickling stop but I felt strangely aroused!!! I wouldn't be responsible for my actions!! I could be brainwashed!!! Maybe Lois and I would even be made to
help them ambush and tickle Batgal and Wundawoman!!!
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We were so terrified of further tickling, especially on our feet, that Lois and I each agreed to call Batgal and Wundawoman on the bat-phone to tell them to meet us in the warehouse. We told them to meet us inside after entering from the Southern entrance.
Apparently Batgal and Wundawoman crept into the warehouse. Batgal raised her hand and said," There not here! But listen, can you hear...? Is that Supergal and Lois I hear? Listen to that incredible laughter!? I've never heard anyone laugh like that!"
" ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!! Not there???? (giggle!!!!) I beg you? Hahahahahhahahaha!!! Not my toes????!!!"
They both listened to the muffled sound coming from deep inside the warehouse. They could only catch little bits of the sound.
"...oh No!!! (Gasp?!) (Giggle!!!) Please not my feet??!!! Teeeeehee, hee, hee, hee hee hee hee hahahahahahahahahaha!!!! I'll do anything!!!! Just sto-ho ho ho ho ho hop!!!!"
"That does sound like Lois and Supergal laughing!!!! They must be being tickled by Madam Tickle on their feet by the sounds of it!! And what's that other sound???" said Wundawoman, as she noticed a whooshing sound.
It wasn't long before they'd fallen victim to the automatic defence system which had gassed them into unconsciousness.
They each awoke to find they were tied up tightly. They each hung upside-down (from a single hook on a pulley), each was inside a heavy canvass bag with their heads protruding from the lower end. Their bare feet, protruding vulnerably out
of the raised end of the bags, were crossed and tied at the ankles.
Suddenly the pulley jerked into action and began to lift the captives up towards a loft. The pulley stopped, only when they were raised high enough so that their slender upturned soft soles were lifted just above the railing at the edge of the loft.
Batgal and Wundawoman could see that Lois and I were tied naked to a large single table which was the same height as the railing. We'd been secured face down with our heads towards Batgal's and Wundawoman's soft feet. Lois and my
feet were vulnerably raised at the end of the table due to pillows placed under our shins. Lois and my feet had been tied and crossed at the ankles. Lois and my elbows had been secured to the table (which was lined with purple cryptonite), as if we were leaning on them casually, but our hands and forearms were free. I knew that poor Batgal and Wundawoman would find their upturned soles were well within our reach. I suspected that Madam Tickle, who stood at the rear of the table near our exposed and upturned soles, expected us to victimise Batgal's and Wundawoman's very sensitive looking soles. I guessed that they'd already been injected with the superticklishness serum while they
were unconscious.
"What are you up to, you fiend!??", cried Batgal.
"Let us out of here and we'll put in a good word for you, you criminal!!!" shouted Wundawoman.
"You insult me so I'll have to make Supergal and Lois pay..." Said Madam Tickle. She immediately began to tickle our closely bound soles at the end of the table. Lois and I shrieked in maddened laughter as Madam Tickle's nimble fingers softly stroked our poor arches, toes and the balls of our feet.
She tickled our poor soles for a few minutes until we were crying with tears of laughter. Batgal and Wundawoman yelled at her to stop torturing us. When she stopped we immediately began to beg for mercy.
"...Oh Madam Tickle, (Gasp! Gulp!!) Please I'll do anything!!! Just don't Tickle my feet anymore!!!!???", cried Lois as she giggled at the latent sensations still tingling from her soles.
"Mercy!!! (giggle, chuckle) Tell me what I must do to make this stop????" I cried.
Batgal cried out, " Lois, Supergal, what's come over you!!!??? Don't worry she's only tickling you!!!??? I know its horrible to be tormented that way, as I'm terribly ticklish myself, but its not going to kill you!!!"
Wundawoman called out," What's the matter with you Supergal! You can't let a little tickling disturb you like this! Your supposed to be a superhero!!!! Why, I am incredibly ticklish too, but I wouldn't give in to such silly torture. I am a superhero!"
I angrily retorted, "Oh yeah??? Well we've been made superticklish! I am being radiated by purple cryptonite and Lois has been injected with a superticklishness serum. I bet Madam Tickle has done the same to you too, so don't be so sure that you can withstand such tickling torment - even if you are Heroes!"
Batgal's and Wundawoman's eyes widened in terror as they realised they might be susceptible!!!
"Oh dear, Lois and Supergal, your friends don't seem to have much sympathy for you do they? Well that might make what I've got planned a little easier for you. You see your hands are free and placed so close to their upturned feet
because I want you to tickle their soles unmercifully! Let me warn you if I find you easing up on Batgal or Wundawoman in anyway, I'll resume tickling your already tickletortured soles until you go mad!!! So on my mark..."
Batgal and Wundawoman were shocked to see we didn't even hesitate. Lois reached over with one hand to hold Batgal's feet still while she wriggled her slender fingers wickedly close to Batgal's deep wrinkly arches. Batgal gasped and her
slender perfect little toes twitched and quivered in response to the implied threat of Lois's actions.
"...get set... ", said Madam Tickle.
Likewise I used one hand to hold Wundawoman's soles close and leant forward with my mouth and fingertips soooo close to her vulnerable, upturned, curvaceous, elegant, soles. My nose was so close to her feet that it was almost inside the deep cavity of her fabulous, slender, very long and perfect toes of her right foot. She gasped and her toes wriggled and trembled delicately as my breath wafted in between. I think that she had a small premonition of the true ticklishness of her feet then, but time was running out for her to warn Batgal that they were in serious trouble!!!!
"Go!"
As I tickletortured Wundawoman's fabulous soles to her shrill laughter, I was vaguely aware of Lois making Batgal shriek for a few seconds at a time, and then beg piteously for mercy! I could see out of the corner of my eyes that poor Batgal had no special ticklish spot - but instead her soles and toes were exquisitely, horrifically ticklish everywhere!!! In a short while Lois had Batgal dramatically reeling from intense begging to shrill laughter over and over again. The breaks in between laughter only appeared to intensify Batgal's ordeal as her grovelling went ignored and her feet seemed to become more and more sensitive to each tickling touch of Lois's spidery fingertips and nails.
My tickling strategy for Wundawoman's soles was different. At the word from Madam Tickle I began to systematically and softly and gently, and ever so slowly, lick and nibble Wundawoman's sweet musty soles and toes while she
screamed in lunatic laughter. The only break in the tickling came as I switched to the other foot at the end of every slow tickling assault up the former victimised sole. She barely had time to gasp for breath as I slowly transferred my attention to the alternate foot's soft sole and toes. My mouth tasted each sole's trembling response as I licked, sucked and nibbled her salty, silky, flesh. I tasted and felt her insanely laughing to each slow movement of my lips and tongue. Her arches trembled and she wailed in deep full bell like laughter as my lips and tongue flickered each wrinkly, soft, warm curve and cavity of
her arches. The balls of her feet felt smooth and silky by comparison and she responded even more direfully to being tickled there. But, like me, her worst fear became the terrible tickling of the very tip of my tongue deep in the cavity under and between her wriggling toes!
At that point she would laugh so passionately that I began to feel sorry for her. All through the tickling I could peer over Wundawoman's upturned soles and look down to see her horrific reaction to my fiendish tickling of her soles. Sometimes she would try to bend upwards (in a kind of suspended sit-up) from the waste as if to lessen the torment by trying to see what I was doing to her poor soles. Othertimes her eyes were squeezed shut in hilarious wincing as she laughed helplessly. When delicately licked her toes her eyes popped open wide in horrific shock at the intensity of her toes ticklishness; while her mouth
formed a wide "o" of surprise from which her laughter rang out in a high-pitched shrill laughter like that of an opera singer. Sad tears of laughter trickled down her cheeks. She seemed so tortured. But I dared not stop. I couldn't bear to be tickled on my soles again, so Wundawoman had to suffer, and suffer, and suffer. But I was curiously aroused by each tickling stroke of my lips and tongue.
My torment of Wundawoman became so systematic that I watched Lois tickling Batgal out of the corner of my eye. Batgal literally flung to and fro with each tickling touch of Lois's dancing fingertips and fingernails. Every touch produced a wide eyed look of insane surprise, tears streamed down her face, and her mouth was forced into that "o" of surprise at the sheer ticklishness of her own poor feet. It seemed impossible for Batgal's feet to suffer anymore higher ticklishness or state of
laughter, but Lois achieved just that as she too began to lick and nibble Batgal's pink soles and under her sweet little toes! At this stage her laughter became primal and she squealed with shrill keening laughter.
With my supervison, I saw through the canvass bags that Batgal and Wundawoman had their hands deep between their legs and were furiously massaging their labia and clits. I was jealous and would have loved to relieve the tingling in my
loins, but there was no relief at hand (no pun intended). Lois and I could only take our frustrations out on our victims! Each victim wriggled, and laughed as their feet were tickled, and tickled and tickled until they shuddered in primal laughter and they each orgasmed. Afterwards their laughter sounded weary and desperate but we continued mercilessly.
"Stop!" cried Madam Tickle.
As our victim's tried to catch their breath so they could speak, we began to beg as we were suddenly alarmed that we might be tickled again.
"Please Madam Tickle, we are trying to tickle-torture as cruelly as we can!!!" I cried in desperation.
"There, there, " she said passing stiff turkey feathers to Lois and I, "I know you are doing your best. And you've really done so well tickling these two like crazy!!! And they seem sooo ticklish, too! But now I want you to try with these feathers. At first they will be able to beg but as you proceed they will become even more ticklish, until its insupportable!!!! But I warn you they will grovel for mercy, and if you show any at all, I will tickle you this way myself..."
Lois and I glanced at each other, silently agreeing that we'd tickle our victim's unmercifully rather than be subjected to further tickling. "Care to try follow my leader???", said Lois
"You bet, Lois!" I said, smiling as the soles before us began to squirm in anticipation. Lois and I shared a look which revealed how hot this was making us. Lois even had her tongue licking her lips in anticipation of the tickling
to come!!!!
"Oh please, Lois" begged Batgal with tears in her eyes as she saw Lois prepare to tickle her arches. She struggled intensely as she saw the feather wander from arch to arch as it approached, as if Lois was making her mind up about
which one to tickle first. Batgal became desperate, " No more, (sniff!) I can't stand it.... I'll go crazy!!! I had no idea I could be this ticklish!!!!...No Lois! Stop? Ha ha ha ha ha HA HA HA HA HA !!!!! Stop it!!!!??? Heeeeeeeeeeh
hee hee hee hee hee hee (Gasp!) Mercy!!!! Please???? Hee hee hee ha ha ha ha ha ha ha HA HA HA!!!!!" She laughed deeply and her soles writhed as Lois stroked each arch playfully in long slow stokes. Her peals of laughter matched each
stroke.
"Supergal, don't do this to me! (Sob!!) Please, not my bare feet!!!!???" cried Wundawoman, and she continued to beg piteously as we watched Lois take the first turn at tickling her victim's poor helpless arches. Wundawoman watched
fascinated but horrified as she knew that soon this would be done to her soft ticklish arches. She begged profusely until she saw Lois stop and Batgal gasp in sheer relief, her feet wriggling and quivering at their recent plight.
Realising her turn had come Wundawoman grovelled, "Please no... (gasp! Gulp!!!) not that!!! P-p-p-lease d-d-d-d-don't tickle me!!! Supergal???? Plea-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-heeeeeeese!!" My soft stroke up her left arch interrupted her begging. I lifted the feather to slowly shift the feather to commence a tickling assault on her right foot as she resumed begging. "(Giggle,
chuckle!!!!) Please Supergal, have pity on me??? How can you do this to me-hee-hee hee ha ha haha HA HA HA HA HA !!!" she resumed laughter at the next slow stroke of her arch. Batgal could be heard begging Lois for mercy over the
commotion that Wundawoman made alternating between keening with laughter and sincere begging.
As I stopped, Batgal began to laugh a little more shrilly as Lois wickedly stroked the plume over the balls of Batgal's feet causing her toes to wriggle madly. Wundawoman, her breath back began to beg me to leave her feet alone! But I was too intent o watching Lois torment the extremely ticklish Batgal who's soles were becoming more ticklish by the moment.
Then I did the same to Wundawoman and was rewarded with the same increased intensity of response! This was delicious! I knew that Wundawoman hadn't even had her most ticklish toes touched yet!
Next, Batgal went crazy as her toes were tickled underneath and in the crevices in between, but that was just the increased intensity of her already severe ticklishness. She was as ticklish as that all over her feet! I couldn't wait to tickle Wundawoman's toes as I knew she would be extremely ticklish there, and with each stroke of the feather her feet were becoming more intensely sensitive. She knew what was to happen next and she begged insanely for me to tickle her
anywhere but there. But I couldn't risk Madam Tickle tickling my soles, and I was so turned on by the thought of tickling Wundawoman's toes my loins were dripping wet. I wondered if Lois was as turned on.
Wundawoman went crazy as the tip of the plume invaded the cavity underneath her slender long toes with each terrible slow stroke. She had no breath for begging as the plume slid in between and under each toe. Her eyes were wide with mirth
and insane delight! She was so glad when I stopped she actually said" Thank you! Please no more??!!!"
But Lois and I began to independently tickle their soles and toes in a non-stop assault that had their laughter mounting to such an incredible crescendo and quaking orgasms that I thanked great Caesar's ghost that it was not I that was being tickled in this way. This went on for hours as Batgal and Wundawoman laughed in frantic demented hysterics. Madam Tickle came closer and sat nearby to watch their shrieking laughter, their desperate begging and the trembling
and trembling of their soles and toes!!!!
After a time Madam Tickle called the tickling torment to a halt and had her henchwomen bring us all to another part of the warehouse. Here, Lois and I were secured in the bags as Batgal and Wundawoman has been. (My bag had purple
cryptonite placed in it so I was still supervulnerable and weak.) Lois and I were each laid on our backs with our exposed feet upturned and secured in stocks which hung above us. As Wundawoman and Batgal were brought into the room, Batgal suddenly burst her bag and the ropes dropped from her body. In one smooth move she knocked out the two henchwomen and began to untie Wundawoman saying, "Thank god, I finally got my hands to my hidden knife, now where's my utility belt!!!"
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Part 5 Batgal and Wundawoman's Vengeance!
Once freed Batgal and Wundawoman each began to leave the room, as if they would tackle Madam Tickle and her henchwomen alone. Lois and I both cried out to be released so we could help, but Batgal whispered with a strange smile that there was no time, and Wundawoman smirked in agreement.
From inside the room we heard the sounds of battle. Then there was a silent pause where we didn't know who had won. Lois and I strained to listen for any clue. " Listen", said Lois, "what's that sound? Oh no! It sounds like Madam
Tickle talking..."
And we both strained to hear Madam Tickle's voice as we assumed she'd overpowered the others. We were so frustrated that they didn't release us when they had the chance. "Be quite Gals, I'll handle this!!!! So, what are you going to do now, Superheroes? You'll be sorry you know!!!!" Lois and I winced as we realised from her words that Madam Tickle had the upper hand!
But madam Tickle had more to say, "(Gasp!) You can't inject us like this!!! You can't do this!!!! (Groan, struggle!!!) Untie us at once!! This illegal!! You are the good guys??? What are you doing with those silly minature clockwork machines from your utility belt, Batgal??? Why are you attaching those feather-dusters to those silly machines, Wundawoman? You can't be serious??? Hey! Leave our boots alone!!!! Don't you dare take our socks off!!! Hey you leave Kelly's feet alone Batgal - don't use that machine and the feather duster to tickle her feet!! She's got rights!!!"
Kelly, who must be one of Madam Tickle's henchwomen began to scream with laughter.
We heard Madam Tickle continue to protest as each henchwoman began to laugh in turn until Madam Tickle herself began to cry," No please, I can't stand to be tickled ON MY FEET!! Plea-hee- (GASP!) -heeeeeeeeh hee hee hee hee hee hee heeHA
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA ....."
We heard the warehouse ring with the sound of Madam Tickle's (and her gang's) crazed laughter from some kind of devices that Batgal and Wundawoman must had assembled from Madam Tickle's own feather-dusters and from tools from Batgal's
utility belt.
Soon Batgal and Wundawoman came back to our room each carrying a chair, and feathers, and smirking evilly at us. As they placed the chairs before our upturned vulnerable soles, Lois and I glanced at each other knowing, but
fearing to state that they were about to tickle torture us in revenge for their tickling torment.
We each began to beg as Wundawoman and Batgal leant forward as if to lick our soles. "Oh dear, are you ticklish on the soles of your feet??? said Batgal sarcastically. "Don't worry, we'll be gentle. Very, very, very gentle" And their eyes began to glint as their mouths opened, their tongues licked their lips and we could feel their breath on our poor, poor soles.
I begged Wundawoman, " This is not fair! We had no choice but to obey Madam Tickle!!! Don't tickle me while I'm helpless like this??? Oh God Please, I'm so sorry I tickled you!!!. God, I'm really sorry!!! I had no choice!!!!??? You've no idea how terribly ticklish my feet are from this damn purple cryptonite. If you tickle my feet like this I'll just go insane!!! You'll
drive me crazy!!! I'll do anything, Wundawoman, but don't tickle my poor feet!!!"
Batgal said to Lois and I, "I wonder if your feet are as hopelessly ticklish as ours are? And I wonder where you are really really, really, really ticklish???!!! Hey Wundawoman, lets go ask our laughing Madam where these two are the most Ticklish!" she said as they left the room. But in just a moment they returned.
"Well! Now we know how to make this become a horrible tickle-torture for you. We'll revel in how horrible it is going to be for you to be tickled on your ticklish soles because you tickle tortured our feet!" she chuckled.
I gulped but I couldn't bring myself to talk, as Wundawoman said, "I'm so glad I know where the absolute worst ticklish spots are on your poor, poor, soft soles!!!! Supergal, I'm going to tickle your poor feet to bits, especially under your toes!!!
Batgal taunted Lois too, "I plan to softly slowly stroke the soft skin of the balls of your feet??? They're incredibly ticklish aren't they, Lois?!!"
"Oh God please don't!!" Lois cried, "Please don't do this to me Batgal, I'll do anything you want but don't tickle me there! We had no choice but to tickle you!!! It was under duress!!" Batgal and Wundawoman ignored our horrified
begging and raised the wicked looking turkey feathers!!!
As one slowly began to approach my soft arches I begged, "Oh God no, you wouldn't??? Please, not the feather!!! You know about feathers!! You wouldn't want them used them on you, would you!!!?"
Lois begged too, "Pleeeease, No! Feathers are the worst!!!! It'll make my feet more and more sensitive until I'm so ticklish I'll go nuts!! Not my poor feet??? Don't do this Batgal? (Gasp) Not my feet!!! (chuckle, giggle!!!) Not there??!! Hahahahaha, MERCY!!!! GASP!! Hahahahahahahahahahaaa!!! Stop!!! Hahahahahaaa!!!"
"Don't do this Wundawoman?!! Pleeeeease don't... (Shriek!!!) hahahahahahahahahaaa!!! (chuckle, giggle!!!) oh God it tickles so much!!! Hahahahahahahahahahaaa!!!" I went looney with laughter as she began to tickle
my soles with the feather.
They watched us scream with laughter with cruel delight. We giggled helplessly at the feathers tingling their way on long slow tickling strokes up our arches.
As Wundawoman tickled my arch I could feel my toes helplessly wriggling and my soles quivering. Lois squealed with giggling laughter as she responded to each grazing little brush of the tip of the plume on her poor arch. Then, thankfully they each stopped at some unseen signal. We gasped and tried to get our breath back to beg. Then they suddenly sniggered and fiendishly sent the feathers slowly back towards our soles! I begged hopelessly, "Oh Wundawoman Stop? Pleeeeease I'm
too ticklish on my feet!!! Oh no, not my toes??? Mercy!!!?? Please stop, (giggle,gulp!) Hahahahahahahahahahaaa!!! PLEASE, (Gasp!) stop? Hee, hee, hee, hee,hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee!!!! Ha ha ha haha haha hahahaaa!!!"
Lois was helplessly laughing as Batgal duplicated my torment of Wundawoman's intense tickling stroke under all my toes. But instead Batgal focused on the poor balls of Lois's soft feet.
Once more they finished their tickling. They withdrew the feathers just as we was about to go short of breath from the tickliness of the feather at our sensitive spots.
I started to gasp for mercy only to suddenly be made to squeal with mad laughter as Wundawoman tickle-tortured my toes again. She made the feather lightly tickle each trembling toe!!!!!!!!! She dragged the feather over each helpless set of toes to torment each special ticklish spot. Back and forth she tickled my toes while I could hardly gasp for air while being made to squeal in keening laughter. I soon began to buck as my fingers slid into my labia. Shortly I screamed in deep cackling laughter an intense orgasm overtook me.
Batgal smiled at Lois's eyes wide with horror and surprise. Batgal was so pleased seeing tears trickling down Lois's face that she began to send the feather to quickly caress mercilessly across the incredibly ticklish balls of
her feet!!! She too began to buck wildly...
Wundawoman soon began to tickle me between my poor wriggling toes with her hot mouth! The mad sensations in my loins kept going! I squealed with deafening laughter at each tickling flickering touch of the tip of her tongue! Her fingertips slowly grazed up and down my soles to add to the torment inflicted under my toes with her nibbling mouth. Tears trickled down my face only to be flung off as I shook in crazed merriment. I lost track of time as she mercilessly tickled me. I lost track of how many ways we were tickled on our poor soles. I think Lois and I must have orgasmed many times. We were tickled with feathers, warm mouths, and other fiendish tools until, exhausted, we were released.
We all left Madam Tickle and her gang being automatically tickled by revolving father-dusters until the Police came to release them. I understand the superticklish serum is permanent. I hear that the secret weakness of Madam Tickle and her gang is known in prison and that they laugh each night away at the insistent tickling of the other prisoners. I hear there's even a roster so they can all take turns.
Meanwhile I wonder if I shall ever be able to watch or take part in another tickling adventure. Especially as I know that Batgal, Lois Loins and Wundawoman are permanently effected by the superticklishness serum....
The End
[But anyone may continue the story if they wish...]
