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THE MOST TICKLISH GIRL ON CAMPUS: LYNN'S STORY, PART 3
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The afternoon-long tickle session from Carlene and Lisa
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was over; I was exhausted, but victorious! Carlene and Lisa
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looked at me, their mouths wide open with amazement and
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wonder. "My God, Lynn!" Lisa exclaimed, "You never even
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came CLOSE to begging us to stop! Is there any way to make
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you beg people NOT to tickle you?"
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It was a challenge I couldn't resist; not even I
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expected to endure all that tickling on my feet! The three
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of us decided to discuss the idea. However, there was the
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matter of getting a badly need bubble bath and massage; all
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those hours of tickling and fighting the restraints were
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tougher than any aerobics class I had ever been in! Again,
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Lisa and Carlene didn't let me down; the drew a bath for me,
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with the best bath salts & body moisturizers. Then they
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proceeded to treat me to a full body massage. I must admit,
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I really enjoyed their attention to me, and found them very
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attractive! Well, we never got around to any discussions;
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the 3 of us all fell asleep in each other's arms around 7:30
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in the evening.
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We awoke after 12 solid hours of sleep, and bounced
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around various ideas on what to do with me. Carlene asked
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me, "Say, are you ticklish anywhere else?" I gave it some
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thought; outside of the foot tickling games with my sister
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when I was younger, I couldn't remember ever being tickled
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anywhere but the soles of my feet! When I mentioned this,
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Lisa and Carlene's eye's widened with evil delight! "Lynn,"
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Lisa commanded, "stand up, and raise your arms in the air!"
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I did as Lisa commanded. "Now," Lisa continued, "Keep them
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up as long possible!"
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I then felt a pair of long fingernails glide up and down
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my rib cage-once. There was no second time; I shreiked and
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grabbed my sides! The two Amazons then threw me on the bed,
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and went to work on my ribs, underarms, stomach and breasts;
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I was actually screaming for mercy after about 30 seconds!
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"I think we hit the jackpot!" Carlene exclaimed, "However,
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there is more exploration to be done!"
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Carlene then spread my legs apart, binding my ankles to
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the posts of my bed board. She began to tickle the insides
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and tops of my thighs by scraping them with her long finger-
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nails. Lisa then went to work on the area just above my
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knees, working her thumbs and forefingers into the affected
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areas. I was insane with laughter! Before long, I found
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out that the backs of my legs were unbelievably ticklish!
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Lisa tied my arms to the headboard &, starting with wrist
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area just below my palms, began to use her finger-nails up
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and down my arms; I shivered and shaked in agony and ecstasy!
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However, here was the topper: Lisa started to tickle my
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palms and Carlene began to tickle me behind my ears with a
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pair of make up brushes. On both counts, I shreiked like a
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crazy woman! The entire exploration process lasted one hour,
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but I was excited; I couldn't handle all this tickling, but I
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wanted it to HAPPEN!
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We then came up with a vicious plan to break me. Labor
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Day weekend was the next weekend. Lisa and Carlene would
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make me their "prisoner" from that moment until Labor Day was
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finished at midnight. For the rest of the week, with the
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exception of attending classes, I would spend the week at
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their dorm room. The would provide me with my change of
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clothes and other needs. However, they would spend the whole
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week softening me up! This meant nightly massages with lots
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of moisturizing lotion, to soften my skin up even more than
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ever. Second, it meant NO GUYS for an entire week; I was to
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turn down all date invitations. Even worse, they would make
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me watch their large collection of Playgirl videos to make me
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horny beyond belief! In essence, I was confined to being in
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the company of Carlene and Lisa!
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The week leading up to my ultimate tickle torment was
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long and miserable. It seemed like every good looking guy on
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campus spent their every available moment flirting with me
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and trying to turn me on. Guys would "accidentally" brush up
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against me on the stairs; that was the worst! And, even
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worse, I turned down 3 invitations for dates. I was losing
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my mind! Carlene and Lisa kept me in sexual agony all week,
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forcing me to watch their Playgirl videos, and taunting me,
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letting me know what I was missing. The nightly massages and
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bubble baths from Carlene and Lisa were even worse, because
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it made me yearn for the touch of a man even more.
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By Sunday, the day before Labor Day, every nerve ending
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in my body was on edge; I was a sexual timebomb about to
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explode! That evening, Carlene and Lisa laid out their
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plans. "You see, Lynn," Lisa explained, "Jerry Lewis has his
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telethon every Labor Day. Well, we're going to have a Labor
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Day Tickle-a-thon, with you has the hostess!" Carlene chimed
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in that, "the Tickle-a-thon will start at 10:30 this evening,
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and will continue for the duration of the Jerry Lewis
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Telethon! You will be tickled until Jerry packs it in!"
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I looked at them in horror; I was scared to death! "My
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God," I said, "the telethon lasts until 5:00 the next
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afternoon! I'll be tickled for 18.5 hours! I'll never
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last!" Lisa only retorted, "Oh, yes you will, my sweet! If
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you pass out, we'll revive you with smelling salts! There
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will be no mercy!"
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10:OO PM came, and I was led to the basement at the
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dorm. I went in and was ordered to dress up in a very skimpy
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bikini; I complied. I was then introduced to my "prison":
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a large modified with immovable foot rests. The back rest
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was designed to go just up to the area just below my neck.
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Sticking out at the sides of the back rest was a long board
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with velcro cuffs on each end. The back rest was just wide
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enough to support my back, but thin enough to expose my
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sides. A Halo brace for my head was attached to the back
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rest. The sight of this chair made me break into a cold
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sweat; however, I couldn't chicken out!
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Carlene and Lisa strapped me into the chair. My ankles
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were bound in the velcro cuffs on the foot rest so that my
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legs were spread apart as well, exposing my legs and thigs.
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My arms were spread out on the board on the back rest. They
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even immobilized my fingers with brackets nailed into the
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board, so that they could tickle my palms with me wiggling my
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fingers. To top this all off, the halo brace was put on my
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forehead to keep my head from moving when my ears were
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tickled!
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I was set up for my agony in 15 minutes, and Lisa
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announced that she had some assistants, because "you have so
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many tickle spots, two people can't do the job!" I met their
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11 assistants: Holly was in charge of my ears; Alicia and
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Bambi were assigned to my arms; Delana and Eve would tickle
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my palms; Felicia would work on my ribs, while Gabrielle
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would titillate my breasts; Iris and Janice were responsible
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for the insides of my thighs; Kelly and Maryanne were to
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torment me above my knees and behind my kneecaps; and,
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finally, Carlene and Lisa would put their nails to work on
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the soles of my feet.
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Suddenly, I heard a sound from the TV: Ed McMahon
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announced, "Ladies and gentleman, Jerry Lewis!"
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That would be the last sound I would hear, other than my
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own voice, for the next several hours. My feet felt the same
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familiar light scraping sensations; my knees began to feel
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the onslaught of fingertips jabbing into those special nerve
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endings; Kelly and Maryanne began to slowly stroke the inside
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of my thighs; Felicia and Gabrielle inundated my ribs and
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breasts with sensory overload; Alicia and Bambi fingertips
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were gliding effortlessly up and down my arms; Delana and Eve
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began to draw circles on my palms with their fingernails; and
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Holly went to work on my ears, simply running a forefinger
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around in circles around my ears.
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The sensations were unlike anything I had ever felt
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before! I held my breath and bit my lips to keep from
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laughing; if I could just keep it in.......sensations....oh,
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God, can't hold it in.....HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I
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was helpless, at the mercy of 13 bikini clad women. Laughter
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and shreiks poured from my lips; the sound of forced laughter
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filled the room. "OH NOOOOOOOOO, IT T-T-T-TICKLES TOOOO
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MUCHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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The first hour was hell, and it would only get worse.
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My torturers remained silent, as I kept laughing hysterical-
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ly. The longer the tickling went on, the more acutely
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sensitive my body became, making me laugh even harder. I
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laughing harder and harder and harder, as hour 3 came up. By
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then, I was in tears-I felt like I had inhaled an entire tank
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of laughing gas and my entire body felt like it had been
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rolled in poison ivy leaves. I was in agony/ecstasy; it was
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agony, because I was being stimulated beyond imagination with
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no relief in sight, and it was ecstasy because the tickling
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sensations on my sensitive body simply felt wonderful! The
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fourth hour came and went, and my "record" of prolonged
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laughter when my feet were tickled was being demolished! At
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this point, I was in the height of enjoyment! The touches of
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these beautiful women felt wonderful; they made it a point to
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brush their bodies up against mine, heightening my arousal.
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Tears rolled down my cheeks; right then, my shreiks of
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laughter were yowls of pleasure. Maybe, just maybe, I could
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get used to this, and last the entire 18.5 hours!
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5 hours...6 hours....and now the full torture of the
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tickling would begin to get to me, as the morning came. By
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now, I was laughing harder than I had ever laughed in my
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life! I had much practice with strenuous workouts before; I
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was on the swim team in high school, and did aerobic 4 times
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per week and was in great shape. However, the ticklishness
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in my body was beginning to wear me down. My body was now so
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acutely sensitive to tickling that I my laughs were coming
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from deep down in my stomach; my sides felt like someone was
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filling them with air and that they would burst like a
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balloon! As the clock tolled 6:00 AM, I couldn't handle
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any more torment-"OK, OK, I G-G-HAHAHAHAAHHHHHHH-GIVE!!!!
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STOP THE TICKLING! Y-YOU ALL WIN! I'LL D-DO ANYTHING!"
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My tormentors ignored me. After what seemed like hours,
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things started to go black.....suddenly, the powerful smell
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of ammonia awakened my, courtesy of smelling salts placed
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directly under my nose to keep me from passing out. I heard
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the clock chime 8 times: 8 AM! The smelling salts did it; I
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strengthened my resolve-I was in agony! My arms ached from
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being restrained, and my sides ached from laughter. However,
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I screamed into the deathly silence of my torturers, "KEEP IT
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UP-HAHAH-M-MORE!!!!!!!!" Carlene spoke for the firs time.
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"You see, Lynn," she explained, "you are only at the first
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of FOUR stages of the breaking point. You are at the
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physical breaking point-the ache from the bondage, the pains
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from the workout your lungs are getting."
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"Oh God" I thought, "what will happen at the 2nd and 3rd
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stages?" I could only wait and laugh and laugh and laugh....
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I was still suffering-each time I thought I'd pass out,
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the smelling salts were placed under my nose. Soon, my
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attention turned from my exploding lungs and to the
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sensations I was subjected to. All this stimulation; I
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tickled ALL over and could scratch myself, and there was no
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relief in sight! This was like the Chinese Water Torture-the
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steady drip, drip, drip on one's forhead would drive them
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insane. In this case, the endless light, teasing touches
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were too much. The clock chimed that it was now 12 noon.
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The sensations grew more and more nervewracking; it was so
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relentless. Finally, as the clock struck one, I screamed,
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"THE TICKLING-TICKLES TOO MUCH-NO MORRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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PLEASSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEE! I HAVE TO SCRATCH!!!!!!
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STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!!!!!"
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"Ah, stage 2!" exclaimed Lisa. "The mental stage!
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We've broken her physically and mentally! Stage 3 should
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come VERY soon! That will be the worst of all!"
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The tickling went on. I experienced heaven knows how
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many orgasms during this entire tickle-a-thon. However, the
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time between orgasm was growing shorter and shorter and
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shorter. By the time 3:00 rolled around, my body was
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experienced one orgasm after another! It was wonderful...and
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pure hell. I needed a man. I tried to just concentrate on
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laughing, but the area between my legs wouldn't let up.
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Finally, I couldn't take anymore......
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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH
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AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! I-I AM SOOOOOO HORNY-LET ME GO, GET ME A
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GUY!!!!!!!!!! NO MORE PLEASE!" Carlene noted that I "was at
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the sexual breaking point-you are so horny, you are desperate
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for satisfaction! It is now 4 PM-one more hour and you will
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be free. However, stage 4 will be the final breaking point,
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and that will come VERY soon!"
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That remark from Carlene did it. Suddenly, the full
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impact of the tickling hit me: the endless stimulation on my
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skin drove me mad; the endless sexual arousal pushed my
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sexual tension to heights I had never known to exist; and the
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endless laughter had me in more pain than I had ever known.
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All I could do was cry between my giggles. At 4:30, I had
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it. It had to stop. "OH GOD, PLEEEASE STOP!!!! I'LL DIE!
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CAN'T BREATH; LOSING MY MIND; I NEEEED A GUY!!!!!"
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"Stage 4! We did it!" announced Lisa "Now, keep it up
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until 5!" "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I
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screamed. It wasn't to be.....
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The next 30 minutes were the longest of my life-I was
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screaming for the torture to end....finally, an alarm rang.
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The tickling stopped..........
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Carlene ushered everyone from out of the room, and let
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me out of the chair. I collapsed in her arms. She
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whispered, "Lynn, you've won...now for your prize....." She
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placed me on a bed and opened the door. In walked one of the
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guys who I was forced to say no to......
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The next thing I remember was absolutely tearing off his
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pants! I had been kept in a state of sexual arousal for 18.5
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hours; I was going to be satisfied if it took another 18.5
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