FF/F - Voodoo Tickling

[TickleTheater]

Theresa waited patiently at the door of Wendy's third floor apartment. Theresa
was 25

with shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, about 5' 5', 125 pounds. She
worked with

Wendy at the local TV station. That was until three days ago, when Wendy was
replaced as

the evening anchor woman by none other than the gorgeous but wickedly dangerous

Sharon Bradley. Sharon had managed to sleep and scheme her way to the top in
only 2

years. She happily hurt other peoples careers and families to get what she
wanted. She had

recently started and widely spread some awful untrue rumors about Wendy so that

everyone in the station was talking of them. Even the local newspaper wrote a
small article

on Wendy and the talk going around. Well, her boss decided that she was too
much of a

risk to have on the newscast, and asked her to fulfill other duties around the
station, at the

same rate of pay. Wendy exploded and quit on the spot.




Theresa glanced at her watch. Wendy was late. The movie was starting in
about 20

minutes. While staring at the door she caught sight of a blue piece of string
hanging slightly

out of the door frame. She pulled it out to find a key attached. Apparently
Wendy planned

on locking herself out in the future. She decided Wendy wouldn't mind if she
waited inside,

so she let herself in. It was dark inside. She slid her hand along the wall in
search of the

switch. Upon finding it, she turned it on. The apartment looked the same as she

remembered it. She had only been up here twice before, even though she and
Wendy were

pretty close friends. She strolled through the living room towards the bedroom
door,

passing many candles on the way.




"I shouldn't snoop," she thought to herself. But curiosity took charge
and she slowly

turned the knob and entered Wendy's bedroom. She had always loved to look
through

other peoples things, especially closets and drawers. As soon as she walked in
she noticed

part of a foot sticking out from under the bed. The rest of the foot and leg
were hidden

behind the dust ruffle hanging down from the mattress.




"Wendy?" she said softly as she slowly approached and kneeled to get a
better look. No

answer. As she pushed back the dust ruffle she realized that it was not real,
but a

mannequin of some sort. She listened carefully for a moment to be sure Wendy
was not

coming into the apartment. Then she slid the rubber and plastic body out,
revealing it's

identity. Her mouth dropped open! This was very shocking! There before her on
the floor

was a life size clone........of Sharon Bradley. It was completely naked. It
looked very much

like her. The long, strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, full lips, perfect
breasts, long legs,

and even the tiny mole above the left side of her upper lip. The very strange
part though,

was that this mannequin was in a spread eagle position, and all the fingers and
toes were

spread apart so that in between there were sizeable spaces. The rib and stomach
area were

soft to the touch, packed smoothly with some kind of silicone gel substance.
Theresa poked

a finger on the stomach leaving an indentation. This was really strange! She
had no idea

why Wendy had this replica of Sharon under her bed.




"So you found her," said a voice from behind. Completely startled,
Theresa let out a short

scream and flinched. She spun around on her knees and saw Wendy standing right
in front

of her, smiling. Now Wendy was in her early thirties and had straight black
hair down her

back. She was 5' 8', around 140 pounds, and had a very pretty smile. Her
sparkling blue

eyes stared joyfully at Theresa.




"Oh Wendy," Theresa apoligized, "I am so embarrassed. I was just
waiting for you and I

found the key and I.....I am just way to curious." Wendy continued smiling.





"Don't worry about it. I was going to show her to you tonight anyway.
Isn't she just

perfect?" Theresa looked back at the mannequin, then at Wendy.




"Yes.....yes, she is real nice." Wendy spoke again, "Sorry I am so
late. I was just picking

up the rest of my things at the station. Would you help me get her into the
living room,"

asked Wendy as she bent down and begin to lift Sharon's double.




As they escorted the body to the living room floor, Theresa asked,
"May I ask what this is

for? Is it supposed to look so much like Sharon?"




"Why yes, it is supposed to look like her," replied Wendy. "How else
would it be able to

work?" she added.




Theresa gave a puzzled look and asked, "Work? What do you mean?"





Wendy's face got serious as she slowly and clearly asked Theresa, "Have
you ever heard of

voodoo?" Theresa snickered.




"Of course. Voodoo dolls, that type of thing?" she replied. "I take it
we're not going to the

movie tonight," joked Theresa.




"That's right," said Wendy as she pulled a pair of earings from her box
of things.

Theresa's eyes widened with surprise.




"Are those?......"




Wendy answered, "Yes, they are Sharon's, her favorite pair. Somehow I
got them mixed

up in my things at the station," she giggled. She handed them to Theresa.
"Please put them

on Sharon, it's nearly showtime."




"Showtime?" inquired Theresa as she slid the earings through the holes
on the

mannequin's ears.




"You know what I mean," answered Wendy, "it's time for the 6 oclock
news, with are

favorite anchor women, Sharon." Wendy hopped up and turned on the television.
"There

is a yellow-orange feather in the top left hand drawer of my dresser. Will you
get it

please?" she asked.




"A feather?" thought Theresa as she went into the bedroom to fetch it.
When she returned,

the lightswere out and Wendy was lighting candles all around the room. Theresa
was

getting nervous.




"Ummm....Wendy? What's going on here?"




Wendy calmly replied, "You will see in just a few minutes my dear." She
asked Theresa to

sit near the left side of the mannequin, and she herself sat in between
Sharon's spread legs.

The mannequin lay on her back, spread eagle, with her head towards the
television. The 6

oclock news was beginning.




"I stole the earings because I needed to have a personal item from her
to make this work,"

informed Wendy.




"For what to work?" insisted Theresa. "Are you really going to try
somekind of witchcraft

or something on her?"




"I'm not gonna try.... I'm gonna do," answered Wendy, as she took the
stiff feather from




Theresa's hand. Just then Sharon appeared on the screen. She looked as
beautiful as ever.

If you didn't know her personally, you would think she was the sweetest thing.
"Theresa,

are little Miss. Sharon has ruined someones career for the last time," uttered
Wendy. "I'll

have her out of a job in a jiffy," she added.




"Tell me what you are going to do," said Theresa. "Watch what I do and
then watch the

TV," ordered Wendy. Sharon had just started a storyline and Wendy knew that the

camera would be on Sharon for at least 60 seconds. She put the feather right in
between

the mannequin's legs and stroked it up and down a few times. Theresa looked at
the

screen. Instantly Sharon's eyes widened and she stopped in the middle of her
sentence. She

moved in her chair slightly and tried to pick up where she left off as smoothly
as she could.

Theresa's mouth dropped open and she said with a smile,




"No way! Did you just tickle Sharon's crotch?"




"I sure did," replied Wendy, "I'll do it some more, watch, I'll
actually make her laugh."

She worked the feather continuously as they watched Sharon stop talking again,
then

stutter and try to keep composure. First, a silly grin formed on her face which
was bad

timing because the story she was reporting was about a young child dieing of a
terrible

disease. Just after she told of the very low odds of survival for the disease,
she let out an

uncontrolled laugh.




"Ha ha ha...mmmph...he he aaaahh!" She doubled over and put her elbows
in her crotch

area to try and stop the tickling. At that moment Wendy dropped the feather and
with her

finger nails attacked the mannequin's exposed underarms. Sharon shrieked and
stood up,

ripping of her microphone. She crossed her arms and placed each of her hands
under the

opposite armpit in attempt to stop the tickling.




She had no idea what was going on, but she could feel invisible fingers
tickling her. The

camera crew was stunned, and the other anchors just stared at her in
wonderment. The

station cut to an emergency commercial promptly. Wendy stopped tickling.
Theresa just

looked at her in amazement. Wendy smiled. "I can do this to her whenever I
want, as

much as I want. We are lucky because she is very, very ticklish. I didn't even
tickle her that

much just now. If they don't fire her tonight, I'll get her real good tomorrow
night."




Theresa then spoke, "This is absolutely incredible! I can't believe it.
I want to tickle her

too. I can't stand the bitch."




"Calm down, calm down," replied Wendy, "you will get your chance. Spend
the night here

ok?" Theresa knodded yes. When the news came back on, Sharon's chair was empty
and

her spots were filled by the other anchors.




Later that evening, Sharon lay in her bed asleep after this incredibly
strange happening.

She could not even try to explain to her boss why she acted like she did on the
air. She

didn't know herself. What would they think of her if she told them that someone
or

something was tickling her crotch and underarms? Earlier in the day Wendy had
gone to

Sharon's home and attached a listening device about the size and shape of a
small

firecracker to the window frame of Sharon's room. All of those Sundays with her
dad in

the garage when she was younger paid off. She used a small portable drill to
make a hole,

and then slid it in with the recieving end flush to the inside of the frame,
thus being able to

pick up sounds inside the room. At around midnight Wendy and Theresa placed

headphones over their ears and plugged them in the receiving device. Theresa
kneeled

down next to the life size doll's spread toes. She looked at Wendy for her
approval. Wendy

knodded an affirmative.




Theresa then picked up a long, fluffy feather and placed it between the
2nd and 3rd toe of

the left foot and began to slowly run it back and forth while holding both
ends. They

listened carefully for sounds from Sharon's room, ten miles away. They heard
something.




"Mmmmmmmmm.....feels so nice..mmmmmmm" They smiled at each other.
Sharon

must have been sound asleep, and apparently she was talking in her sleep about
the soft

tickle senstations between her toes.




"Let's wake her up," said Wendy as she started circling the doll's
belly button with her

fingernail. They listened as they continued.




"Mmmmmmm...tickles....mmmmmmmmm......so nice.......he he......mmmm."
Sharon

must have been dreaming that some man or woman was tickling her lightly and
eroticly.

Theresa dropped the feather and went at both soles with each of her
hands.




Instead of circling, Wendy began to randomly poke and pinch around her
sides and

stomach, each time leaving a dent in the silicone filled torso.




"Aaaaaaahhhh! Stop! No...ha ha ha ha ha......!" Sharon had awakened.
She tossed, turned

and rolled around her king size bed screaming and laughing. She placed her
hands over

her stomach areas trying to ward off the tickling. But what was there to ward
off? At the

same time Theresa's soft, repetitive scratching on her arches and toes was
another concern.




"Ha ha aeeeeeiiiiiiiiih!....No more!....Who...he he he he he....are
you?.....Ha ha ha ha!" She

sprung out ofbed and started towards the door, laughing and twisting her body
wildly. At

that instant Theresa begin to squeeze firmly above both of Sharon's knees.
Sharon was

extremely ticklish there. She instantly fell to the floor as if her legs had
become wet noodles.

She rolled up into an embryo position and laughed uncontrollably. Her long
beautiful hair

stuck to her sweaty face.




"EEEEEEEEEEEHA HA HA HA HA! ...... PLEASE OH PLEASE NO!!!!! HE HE HA HA

HA EEEEEEAAAAAAAH!!!!




HA HA HA HA HE HE HEEEEEE AHHH AH HA HA HA HE HE PLEEEEEEEEZE!!!!"

She rolled around the floor, unable to stand. Wendy and Theresa could hear
every laugh

and cry for mercy. They looked at each other with smiles of satisfaction as
they continued

their tickling from afar. They wished they could actually see what Sharon
looked like now.




Wendy turned the attention of her wicked fingers to Sharon's rib cage,
vibrating and

poking at them flawlessly. Theresa moved up to her inner thighs using a feather
in each

hand. They heard Sharon's laughter rise to another level.




Pleads of mercy continued. "NOOOOOOOOO! ......HAAAAAAAAAA HAAAAA HAAA

HA AH HA!!!!!! OH PLEASE!!!!!! OH PLEASE STOP!!! HEEEEEE HA HA AH EEEEE

HEE HE HE HAAAAAAA!!!!" Sharon managed to pull off her sleepwear, hoping

somehow that it would help her not be tickled. Now she lay there on the floor
naked, feeling

more vulnerable, and as ticklish as ever! Wendy and Theresa stopped and
carefully turned

over the doll so that she lay on her stomach. They waited and listened as the
laughing

started to decrease. They were amazed to hear that Sharon actually continued
laughing

and giggling for ten to fifteen seconds after they had stopped tickling.





"God....(sniffle sniffle)....what is happening .....he he...to me?
(giggle) Oh god that tickled...

ha ha....." Sharon was hoping and assuming the torture was over. She started to
her knees

in an attempt to rise. The two girls looked at each other and knodded yes.
Theresa started

to run one feather without interuption up and down her crack. The other feather
sheran

up and down the back of her legs from her cheeks to back of the knees. Wendy
did

nothing. Sharon responded instantly.




"AHHHHH! ...NO!....AAAH! AAH!...STOP IT! STOP IT!!!! HEEEE HE HE
EEEEE!!!!"

The tickle sensation on her crack was unbearable! She fell back to the floor on
her stomach

and just lay there laughing. She didn't move around at all because she knew it
would not

help. There she lay on her bedroom floor, motionless, except for laughter,
feeling the touch

of the feathers on her skin, unable to prevent it, submitting humbly to it.





"HA HA HAAAA HE HEEEE HEH HEEE HE HE HE HE HE HEHAAAAA!!!

AAAAAAAHA HA HA HA ......AAAHA HA HA.... EEEEEH! HE HE HE HE...... P-

PLEEEZE NO M-MORE.... HE HE HAA HA HA HAAAAA!!!!!!"




Wendy now stood above the dolls buttocks, bent down and dug her fingers
into the sides of

her waste, and wriggled them.




"EEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!..... HA.....HA..HEEEEEEK!!!.....NO...NO...NO!!!! HA
HA HA HE

HE HEEEEAAAAAHA HA HA HA HA HA HA AH HE HA HA HA AH HA!!!!"




They tickled her in just those areas for the next ten minutes and then
decided to call it

quits. a few minutes after they stopped tickling, Sharon, still ten shades of
red, rose off of

the floor and fell into bed naked and exhausted.




Her sexy feet hung off the bed with toes pointing down. As she fell
asleep a drop of sweat

dripped off her big toe down to the carpet.




The next day she was on the set, ready to go on the air. The girls were
watching and

waiting. Wendy had a great plan. This was the day Sharon was to get fired. The
male

anchor began talking first, but all 3 newscasters were on the screen, including
Sharon. She

looked very nervous as she waited her turn.




"OK," said Wendy, "Do it just how we planned it."




"You got it!" replied Theresa. Wendy kneeled between the dolls legs and
turned on the

vibrator in her hand. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. She slowly moved it around the proper
area

between the dolls legs. With Sharon on the screen they could see the reward of
their efforts.




She instantly perked up, adjusted slightly in her chair and
straightened her papers. You

could see the fear in her eyes. Wendy continued, doing to the doll exactly how
she would to

herself. Sharon's nervousness increased as she squirmed and again straightened
her notes

as if it were needed. She began to breath heavily, and brought her hands down
below the

table. The girls could see pleasure start to show in her eyes and face. "Now,"
said Wendy.

Theresa began stroking both of Sharon's nipples wtih feathers. The plan was not
to tickle

her yet, but to make her have an orgasm on the air. The soft tickly sensations
on her

nipples coupled with the vibrator down below had her well on her way. The girls
noticed

her lips start to tremble and her body began to move in a rythmic motion. She
was feeling

intense pleasure as the first newscaster finished his spot and concluded with,
"and now

Sharon Bradley will tell us about crime in the city." The pleasure was so
intense that she

didn't have the strength in her legs to get up and run or she just flat out
didn't want to.

Perhaps she wanted nothing to interupt this heavenly feeling. The camera
switched to

Sharon as she put her palms down flat on the table to brace herself and began
to moan

aloud.




"Mmmmmm......ooooohhhhh!....ooohhhh!....mmmmmmmm.. ahhhhhh!" Her face

quivered with pleasure in front of 500,000 viewers as she had an extremely
intense orgasm.




"Oh yessssss .... yessss!" were her words as the camera switched to
another anchor's face.

Wendy held the vibrator steadily in place right where it needed to be and
pressed it hard

against her. "AAAAAAAH! OH YESSSS!" could be heard in the background as the
other

newscaster tried to add lib. They broke to a commercial. Wendy and Theresa
laughed

hysterically for about five minutes. That was the funniest thing they had ever
seen. Sharon

was fired shortly after. A half hour later Wendy received a phone call from the
station

begging her to return to work that evening. She accepted. That night Thersa
tickled

Sharon some more for about an hour. She was walking down the street when
Theresa

began to tickle. She rolled on the sidewalk in front of everyone on the street,
laughing and

pleading out loud for it to stop. Someone called the police and she was taken
by ambulance

to the city psyciatric center. The medication given did not stop her tickle
torture so they

were forced to admit her into a padded room. They strapped her down to the bed
so that

she would not injure herself. They were given word from the station that she
had burst out

in uncontrolled laughter on the set for no reason. So even after Theresa
stopped tickling,

they kept her strapped down for safety measures. Late that night the young man
who

worked the night shift at the mental institution, walked into her private room
and stood

over her bed. She opened her eyes and looked back at him. He was 6' 1", 190
pounds, blue

eyes and brown hair. He looked a lot like that handsome doctor on E.R. He
looked her

body up and down. The straps were on her ankles, knees, elbows and wrists. She
looked

into his eyes and didn't like what she saw. Yes, as fate would have it, he had
a strong fetish

for tickling beautiful women. He walked back to the door and closed the window.
The

rooms were sound proof when the window was closed because people were screaming
crazy

things all the time, day and night. She became very nervous when she saw him do
that. As

he approached her with a grin on his face she asked to see the doctor. She was
barely

clothed.... She was beautiful.... She was utterly helpless..... She was
ticklish.....




She was in for a long night. The young man replied, "You don't need the
doctor, you just

need to laugh." He started probing his strong fingers around her exposed
underarms as

she began to laugh.

[PunKyGurl]

That is the most terrifying story i've ever read oh my god...that was really scary...lol...but it was great!!!

[SadisticTickler]

I want such a voodoo doll!!!

Let's ask Santa

[scot_tickler]

V Cool story I wish I had one of those dolls!!

[Whacked Out Me]

I first read this when it was originally posted on Ticklegirl's site a long time ago...it still is the most disturbing and terrifying story I've ever read

Yet..I suppose there is a beautiful bitch in all of our lives that deserves an unholy punishment like this...and when we put her in the position of this Sharon Bradley...the story isn't bad at all

[sole seeker]

This is a great story. It's also an intriguing idea. Terrific fantasy material. You might consider writing a sequel.

Please post some more.

[TickleTheater]

Thanks, but I can't take credit for that great story. It's just a classic tickling story I have come across, but I forget who the author was.

[Whacked Out Me]

The author went by the name of Sierra, I believe...

Does anyone else want to write a sequel? If they don't, I'm an on-off author, so I could do it...

[TickleTheater]

Don't know exactly what the copyright laws allow, but I for one would love to read the sequel.

[Exile]

I don't know who originally authored this but I'd read it a couple times in the past during my excursions for good tickling fiction and
it was truly great to read it again. Thanks for the repost!