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Game 4 Outline |
You started running down a dimly lit hallway. You then got to a part of the hallway where the floor and walls were made completely out of feathers. Since you are barefoot and your feet are extremely ticklish; every time you slid around a corner you started laughing. When you looked closely you could see 5 other cages that each held a girl about your age. They started begging you to release them and you did. But when you unlocked the 5th one, they tackled you to the ground and ripped all of your clothes off. The prettiest one, and obviously the leader, straddled your waist. She was latino and deathly georgous. She said to you, "We are loyal to the parrots and whenever someone tries to escape we convince them to let us out and we tickle them like crazy. Ok girls you know the drill!!." she said. She then got off of your waist and went down to your left, and most ticklish, foot and sat down on the spot right below your knee. She then told another latino girl to do the same while two white girls sat on your forearm and the last one straddled your hips with each foot near a girl on youd forearms. You started breathing heavily and your bouncing breasts showed that. Finally, the torture began. You felt fingers running up and down your ribs and you exploded into laughter. Then you felt fingers entering each of your armpits and scratching around. This doubled your laughter. Then, finally, you felt fingers scrabbling all over the arches and balls of your extremely ticklish feet and soles. Even though you didnt think it was possible, you laughed even harder. After awile you noticed that the girl straddling your hips was laughing too, and then you saw why. The girls tickling your armpits were tickling her feet also. Apparently that must be part of 'The Drill' you thought. The three girls ticklimg your upper body suddenly stopped. Then you saw the three girls lean in toward your face. The girl that was tickling your left armpit spoke to you, "Since you are so pretty and ticklish we are going to try to help you escape, ok? We need to make it look VERY real though so the other two wont suspect anything. Thats why when we give this signal-she scratches your armpit up and down three times-the plan will go into action. Now all of these girls know that mine and the other girl tickling your armpit's breasts are our most ticklish spot." The other girls nodded. "When we lean towards you like this-she put her left breast in your face while the other girl put her right breast in your face-your are going to lick our breasts twice each. Then we'll fall backwards laughing, thus, freeing your hands. Then you are going to quickly scrabble your fingers on her feet up and down twice-demonstrating on and indicating the girl that was straddling your hips(she laughs)-and when she rolls away laughing you are going to sit up and be ready to jump up and run the moment your legs are free while we-she indicates her and the girl that was tickling your right armpit-tickle their feet untill they roll off of you. After you jump up and start running your fair game for all of us and we wont help you again if we catch you so you better make this one time count." Apparrentaly sensing that you werent laughing as hard, the two girls looked back at your face, but the other three were already back to tickling. The girls on your arms tickling your armpits and the other gis feet, while the other girl tickled your bellybutton, ribs, stomach, and breasts. The armpit ticklers suddenly stop tickling and wait for a few seconds before scratching your armpits up and down three times. Then they both lean in and put their breasts in your face and you lick the nipples three times, not two because you enjoyed it, and they roll off of your arms. Then you scratch the girl that is straddling your hips' feet four times. Again not two because you loved that even more. She laughs and squeals and jumps off of your hips, allowing you to sit up. Then the girls that were tickling your armpits start tickling the latino girls' feet. They scream and laugh and squeal and practically fly off of your feet. Then you jump up and take off running. Unfortunately the prettiest latino girl landed in front of you and when you started running she grabbed onto your left ankle to try and stop you. Your left foot starts dragging across the feather covered floor and you start laughing again. Quickly running out of strength and stamina, and noticing that the other girls are recovering you are frantically trying to think of a plan. What do you do?!?!
Written by Miguel Avila
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