The hostess of an orgasmic tickling game show becomes trapped in one of the pleasure chairs. Female security guards and female cops become trapped in the pleasure chairs too. The women are given laughing gas and cannot stop laughing to explain who they are. The fully automated game show begins broadcasting as the hostess, guards and cops are teased to orgasm as they try in vain to resist.

Chapter 1: Introduction

The sultry air in the studio thickened with sexual tension as Jane Smith made her grand entrance onto the stage. Dressed in a tight fitting red latex suit that accentuated every curve of her voluptuous body, she strutted with confidence towards the center of the room. High heels clicked against the polished floors, announcing her arrival to the eager audience. As she approached the massive LED screen broadcasting the opening credits, her stride slowed to a teasing crawl, leaving no doubt about what lay ahead for the night’s contestants.

"Welcome to the show. Tonight we have three ticklish cheerleaders!" Jane said.

Lisa, Maria and Emily started to explain who they really were. There was a sudden hiss of giggle gas.

Each of our sexy ladies tried to suppress it; however, it was too much for even these professionals. They couldn't stop the irresistible urge to burst into hysterical fits of laughter. Their bodies shook violently underneath the soft confines of the pleasurable restraints encircling their waists and legs. All four limbs bound firmly in place so there would be nothing to distract from the pure, undiluted erotic torture awaiting them in the following minutes.

The show was about to begin. Emily struggled to explain who she really was.

The sound of her own laughter filled her ears, making it hard to concentrate. Still, she managed to force out words through her maniacal giggles: "My name is Officer Emily Parker, I am a—" With the abrupt release of more giggle gas, she lost her train of thought completely. Instead, she laughed heartily along with her fellow captives, enjoying the delicious chaos around her.

Jane Smith moved gracefully behind the trio of helpless women.

She paused briefly, taking in the sight before her: Three gorgeous, professional women, reduced to giggly messes by the effects of the laughing gas. Each had unique features – Lisa’s strength, Maria’s fierceness, and Emily’s beauty. But now, they shared something else: vulnerability.

As if reading Jane’s thoughts, Emily suddenly felt a jolt of electricity race down her spine. Was it fear? Excitement? Or maybe just the aftereffects of the tickling gas?