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Usual disclaimer applies here, if you’re under 18 reading this will make you blind so
go away. This story deals with underage sex so if offended please close the door on your
way out.
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Tickled at work
Enough is enough I thought
3;every time I walked near this little piss ant she
tickled me.It only lasted for a few seconds,
but it always got be flustered.No matter how
many times I told her to leave me alone she just laughed and replied, “tickle.
Tickle”.
Her
name was Becky, and she was only 5’2.That’s
why I was so amazed she always tickled me, I was 5’8 and 140lbs.I towered over her and I could squash her with one
step.
Becky
was a pretty girl, always new what was in style.Always
smiling and talking to someone, she was a little gossip queen. She had the perfect body,
nails were always done and body always had a tan.Her
hair was normally tied up, and she always had some makeup on.
I
worked with her three days a week at a movie theater on the outside of town. There were
several girls that worked with us, and they all were getting aggravated with Becky.No one had the heart to confront her; we all just
took the short tickle and went on with our day.
While she finally went to far, after we let in the crowd for the last movie of the
night we started to clean up.There were only
four of us left to clean, and all of us girls all worked together for the past year,
except Becky.So we were all comfortable with
each other.
While Becky was not intimidated by me, or my friends.We were all taller and heavier then her, yet she
still tickled us knowing we could take her down with no trouble at all. It was all fun to
her, just passing the time while having fun at work.None of the others were as ticklish as me so Becky always tried to get me good at
least once a night.
It was my job to take the tickets from the people as they entered the theaters.I had to stay there until ten minutes after the
start of the movie.I had to take such a piss
I thought my bladder would burst.
As
soon as I could I made my way toward the ladies room.I began walking faster, trying to not have an accident.My body was begging for me to urinate!As I pushed open the door my mind wanted one
thing, to be pee.
It just so happened that Becky was cleaning out the sinks as I turned the corner.She jumped in front of me and playfully
askes,”what ya doin?”. She noticed I was crossing my legs as we talked and
asked, “How bad do you have to go”.Trying
to act cool I said,” just move, I’m just trying to hurry up and finish my
stuff”.Then I pushed her aside and was
walking towards the stall, reaching for the door
3;
That little bitch snuck up behind me and dug her claws into my sides, saying,”
Do you have to pee”.
I lost my footing when I tried to turn around and push her, ending up on my back
with her legs pinning my arms.She was still
tickling me, her tiny ass above my face and her tickling fingers digging in trying to
force out loud laughter from her tickling touch.
I realized she was more aggressive then normal, tickling me longer then ever
before.I was not in control of my body
anymore, my body only reacting to the evil, tormenting fingers of this little giant.My body danced to her touch
3;and I believe she
was enjoying and loving watching my body wiggle and squirm at her every touch.Maybe too caught up in the moment, tickling and in
control of a bigger, more dominate woman.
She was making fun of me as well, “does this tickle?Tell me you want me to tickle you
3;come on,
try to stop laughing”.
My legs were moving from side to side, as if I was in the snow making snow angles.
I began trying to buck her off, but she didn’t fall off.My sides were tingling from the abuse and my lungs
were burning from all the laughter. I was thinking how embarrassing it would be to wet my
self and have to tell everyone I let a smaller, weaker girl humiliate me.
Then
she stopped, looked over her shoulder at me
3;turned around and slowly began lifting my
shirt up.Pulling my shirt out from my
pants
3;then pulling on it so my belly would be exposed to her tormenting fingers was a
little unsettling.
I was screaming for help, begging for her to stop.“That’s enough I reasoned, you got me, please stop”.
This just seemed to add to her fun, she was giggling as I pleaded with her.When her long nails began drawing circles on my
belly I jolted and shook to her every touch.With
every circle she drew I got closer to having an all out crying, screaming fit.As the speed of her tickling increased so did the
sound of my laughter.
As she drew circles on my belly she would ask, “where is that bladder, over
here
3;no just more ticklish skin, lets try over here
3;
That’s when she got to brave for her own good, she dove down at my feet and
was about to take off my sneaker.I was able
to kick her off me and get to the toilet as my kidney exploded.
The only evidence from my assault was a few drops that squirted out, nothing the
blow dryer wouldn’t fix.I was filled
with rage; I was going to tickle her till she peed in her pants.She needed to see how horrible it felt, to be
tickled and not be able to stop it.
I looked around for Becky, knowing she was in charge of cleaning the food and soda
area I headed in that direction. The other girls were all moving around cleaning.Then I saw her, perfect
3;she was cleaning the
ice machine.To clean the inside she had to
dive in head first to reach the back of the machine.Her legs were sticking in the air outside of the machine.
I walked right up to her legs, looked in and saw her trying to use her arms to push
herself out of the machine so she could talk to me.When
she got half way out I placed a hand on the bottom of each one of her sneakers and pushed
her back in.
“What the hell
3;what was that for?”
I locked her left foot under my arm and pulled off her sneaker.She was wearing ankle socks that only covered the
toes and went up to the middle of her foot.“You
won’t need these” I said, and peeled them of her.
As soon as my nails scrapped down her foot from toe to heal she burst out laughing.My fingers kept going up and down over and over
again.“Oh
3;this must tickle, I
think you should be laughing louder”.
Faster
and faster my fingers went, then I slowed down and scratched at her heal, which she
thought was funny.I was determined to tickle
the hell out of her.I new she was
ticklish
3;her other foot was kicking my arms trying to get me to stop.Her fists were pounding the sides of the ice
machine and she was laughing so hard she was crying.
The others began walking over
3;curious to why I
flipped out.They stood around watching the
show, egging me on.“Get her
3;come
on tickle her, make her scream” they said.As
the tickling went on they jumped up and sat on the counters enjoying the sight of Becky
getting a taste of her own medicine.
Little
Becky was screaming and hollering as her foot was tickled.She was banging around as she got a taste of her own medicine.I took no pity on this little devil.
“Having fun in there Becky?I’m just getting started you little bitch”.
I continued to use my fingers to run down her soles, as if I was painting her feet.My arm was locked around her foot as she tried to
kick to get free.“What’s a
matter
3;are you ticklish? Does this tickle, I think you are very ticklish”.
Then I reached and grabbed her other foot.I
pulled off her sneaker and sock, tossed them on the floor; the girls were all clapping as
I did this.Now I got cruel, I noticed that
her toes would scrunch down when I tickled her under her toes, so I shoved a finger under
her toes and sent her into tickle hell.
The
others were cheering as Becky’s cries for help got more frantic.“Someone help
3;STOOOPPP”, she
called out, as she could not get free from my grip. It was amazing how good this felt;
revenge could be so sweet.It made me feel
good tickling her worse then she got me.
Tiara and Kat could not sit still any longer. They both pulled out forks from the
kitchen and walked over.“Let’s see
how she likes this.You can’t have all
the fun,” they said.I held her feet in
my arms and watched them run the forks down her tiny feet.
It was a magical, torturous laugh she had now.There was nothing for her to grip onto to pull free, just stainless steal.I saw her trying to climb into the ice machine.I was too strong for her to get away.
The girls were laughing at Becky’s reaction to the forks.: Ah, does little Becky not like the
tickling
3;tell us why you don’t like it and we will stop.Wait, she likes to tickle us so she must like it.Tickle tickle Becky is ticklish
3;laugh Becky
laugh”.
We tickled her feet for a good twenty minutes.We were having fun but I wanted to really tickle her.I wanted to really get her screaming.So I told them I was going to pull her out, this
is what we should do
3;
Becky was in a daze when I pulled her out.She
quickly found herself on the floor with me sitting on her waist tickling her belly and
sides.Tiara and Kat were sitting on a leg
each with a foot in hand tickling her with their fingers.
With all three of us now tickling her
at once I could see that she was going to be in real trouble.I could feel her tiny body shuddering and
exploding with laughter.She tried sitting
up
3;trying to grab my arms, but she quickly collapsed back on the floor.There were tears running down her red face and her
mouth was frozen open.Her laughter was wild
and uncontrolled now.
It
was interesting to watch us all tickling the hell out of Becky.I was waiting for someone to say she had enough.We all were having fun torturing this little girl,
watching her get more and more desperate with every passing second.Trying to escape the tickling
3;all she could
do was try.
The closer we took
her to the edge the faster we tickled her.As
I looked at her body, all sweaty and tired I couldn’t help but verbally abuse her.
“What’s
a matter
3; looks like you can’t get away.How
do you like getting tickled?I think you are
getting what you deserve.”
Again
I looked over my shoulder to see her feet getting tickled with a vengeance. My friends
were running their fingers up and down her wiggling feet.They were delighted to see her getting tortured, smiling and acting like little
kids who know they are doing something that they should not be.They moved their fingers as if they were playing a
guitar, and they fed off her laughs and wiggling body as if she was an audience begging
for more.
Then
it happened
3;I saw her body relax, and then she jerked around for a couple minutes.We all stood over her watching her flop around
like a fish out of water.All three of us
just looked at her
3;still laughing even though we long ago stopped tickling her.I took one last look at the enormous wet spot on
her pants, watched her crawl up into a little ball.