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Here is the complete story. I figured I'd just post everything together here rather than just posting Part 3. As stated earlier, I'll start working on the sequel, but I'm not sure when it will be finished. Please leave any comments. They are greatly appreciated.
Part 1
Lois Lane groaned. Why did she have to be in Smallville, possibly the most boring town in the country? Lois Lane was a big city girl, and Smallville was just so uncivilized to a sophisticated woman like her. This had been her second visit to the town. Last year, she was sent to Smallville on assignment with her partner to investigate a big story, and she now found herself in the same town to investigate another story for the Daily Planet. Both times, the town was holding an annual event called the Corn Festival.
Her partner, Clark Kent, of course, was just having a blast. Smallville was his hometown, so he was close friends with just about every Farmer Joe in town. The sheriff of the town, Rachel Harris, had asked Clark to participate in the festival, and he agreed to host the dunk tank. Of course, he said that he would help Lois work on their story later, but Lois Lane didn’t want to wait to work. Instead, she planned on writing the story herself if she had to do so to get the job done.
The story involved a Kansas bank robber who just so happened to be hiding in Smallville. After his arrest, Lois and Clark had interviewed him, so the only thing to do now was to write the actual story.
She sat in the grass with her laptop on her lap, trying to type out her story. However, even a stick-in-the-mud like Lois Lane couldn’t help but want to play “hooky” as she saw everybody around her having so much fun. Last year, the same thing had happened to her. She ended up having some fun last year, and she still finished her story, so maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if she stopped working for an hour or so.
Lois glanced around to see which booth she wanted to go to. Ugh! Lois could see Sheriff Rachel Harris trying to get a volunteer for her booth, and for some reason, nobody seemed interested. Lois Lane and Rachel Harris didn’t really get along. Rachel had gone with Clark Kent to their senior prom, and it was obvious to Lois that the good sheriff still had a crush on Clark Kent. On the other hand, even though she didn’t want to admit it, Lois Lane was also attracted to Clark.
“Why, Lois Lane! I’ll bet a big city girl like you can take it! Why don’t you step up here as my volunteer?” Rachel asked.
Darn! She had been spotted. Lois put away her laptop and stood up. “I’m not so sure, Rachel. I think I’m going to try something else,” Lois answered.
“I think she’s scared, folks! It looks like Miss Lois Lane, star reporter for a big metropolitan newspaper, is afraid of the bumbling sheriff of a small hick town!” Rachel taunted Lois Lane. She smiled as she noticed Lois Lane’s face turning red as the crowd laughed.
Lois was not one to be pushed around by anybody, especially Clark Kent’s hick ex-girlfriend. “So, exactly what do you want me to do?” Lois said as she approached Sheriff Rachel Harris. “I’ll bite.”
“I knew I could get you up here. See folks, Miss Lane is really competitive, and she certainly wouldn’t want to be outdone by the likes of me. She’s a pretty big snob, you know. To her, we’re just a bunch of hicks who worship corn,” Sheriff Rachel Harris continued to embarrass Lois in front of the crowd.
As the crowd began to increase, Lois felt even more pressure. She was being outsmarted by a simple country bumpkin. “I’ll do anything you want me to do. Just tell me what it is.”
”You heard her ladies and gentlemen. Now, if she doesn’t go through with it, we know we have a chicken on our hands,” Rachel continued her humiliation of Lois Lane. It almost seemed as though Rachel enjoyed making a city girl like Lois Lane look like a fool.
“Just tell me what you want me to do,” Lois persisted.
“Folks, should I tell her?” the sheriff asked the crowd. The crowd cheered loudly. “Well alright then. Miss Lane, I want you to get into these stocks, and I want to tickle torture you in front of this crowd for exactly 1 hour.”
Lois gulped. She was ticklish, but it couldn’t be that bad, could it? “Fine, I’ll do it.”
“In that case, step this way Miss Lane,” Rachel told the nervous reporter. “I’ll need your jacket.” Lois Lane was wearing a brown business outfit, complete with a jacket and a skirt, and she wore matching brown high heels over her hosed feet. As Rachel removed Lois’ jacket, she revealed a white sleeveless blouse underneath.
“I’m ready,” Lois said, even though she was still quite tense. She sat in the stocks as Rachel locked her in. Next, the sheriff blindfolded Lois despite a few protests from the haughty reporter.
”Boy, this is the way she should always be,” Rachel joked as she walked around Lois Lane’s body. ”Who can honestly say they don’t just want to leave her like this?”
“I swear Rachel if you –EEP!” Lois practically jumped out of her seat, but her secured feet left her in place. Rachel, using one index finger, had poked Lois in the ribs.
“Ticklish, much?” Rachel asked. Lois Lane could hear ruckus laughter coming from the crowd.
“You can take this,” Lois thought to herself. “Do not let this stupid hick get the best of you.”
“I’ll stop playing around,” Rachel said. “On the count of three, start the clock. One…” She removed Lois Lane’s left shoe to reveal a hosed foot. “Two…” She removed Lois Lane’s other shoe to reveal her other foot. “Three!” As the clock started, Rachel began to run her finger up Lois Lane’s sole. Lois began to giggle instantly.
Part 2
Lois Lane was cackling as Rachel continued tickling her hosed soles. Rachel danced her fingertips across Lois Lane’s hosed soles as Lois continued to howl with laughter. Within a few minutes, Rachel already had Lois Lane looking like a sweaty mess, and the real torture hadn’t even begun.
“HAHAAHAAHAA HOHOHOHOOHOO!” Lois laughed.
After her few moments of tickling Lois, Rachel stopped for a moment. “Just take a look at her! She’s already huffing and puffing, and we’re only a few minutes in! I suppose that comes from all them years of bein’ a smoker. I’ll bet you wish you coulda put down those cigarettes now.” Rachel illustrated her point with a quick poke to Lois’ ribs.
“Eep! My smoking is none of your business. I am a grown woman and – HeeHeeHee!” Rachel had gone back to running her fingers up and down Lois Lane’s hosed soles. ”I can HAHA smoke HEHE as much OOH OOHH as I want AHH AHH toHOOHOOHOO!” In truth, at this point, Lois was regretting her status as a smoker, but there was no way she was going to admit it to this crowd.
“Koochi koochie koo! Are you really that ticklish, Lois? I’ve never had anybody quite so ticklish in these stocks. They sure do make ‘em ticklish in the big cities like Metropolis. I doubt you’d find a girl as ticklish as you are in Smallville,” Rachel ridiculed Lois as she thrashed her feet as much as she could in the stocks.
“You can’t do this to meHEEHEE! OHH EEP AHH! I’m not more HOHAHAHO ticklish than OH NO NO AH AH than anybody else HOHOHO!” This was worse than any other torture Lois Lane had ever received.
“You sure do have a big mouth for someone in this situation. I sure would like to shut you up, but I think it’s kinda funny to see you sufferin’ for once,” Rachel said.
“If youHOOHOOHOOO think you CAHAHAHAN BREAHAYAYK MEHHEEEHHE, think again. I’m used HAHAHA to being in HEEHEEHEE tough jams. OOHOHHH! Remember, I’m HHHAHHHA HAAHAAH I’m ticklish!” Lois blurted out.
“Oh you’re ticklish? I could have figured that out on my own. And it looks like I already am breaking you,” Rachel told Lois as she ran her fingers across her soles again.
“I meant to HAHHAHH say HAYHAY HAYHAY I’m a HAHAHA!” Lois trailed off in laughter.
“You’re a what? Spit it out, city girl,” Rachel ordered Lois.
“INVESTIGATIVE REPORTER HHEEHHEEEHOOHOOHAAHAAA” Lois yelled. “I’ve been through HOOOOHOOOHOO worse situations HAHAHA than this.”
“Looks like this is a pretty tough jam to me. Wanna cigarette?” Rachel asked sarcastically.
Lois was a bit humbled by all the cigarette jokes. She really did need to stop smoking, but she didn’t want to be told to stop smoking during a tickle torture event. “HAAHAAHHAAAA!”
“Look at her, folks. She came here as a tough girl, and she’ll leave here as a fool. She sure does have sensitive feet!” Rachel said.
“This is so unfair! You can’t HAHAHA!” Lois cackled. “Stop it. HAHAHAHA!”
“What’s wrong?” Rachel asked.
Lois had begun to wriggle her toes as she continued to giggle. “HAHHAHH HHUMHUMHUM NOTHING! AHHAHHAHH Nothing at all! HOOHOOHOO Just ticklish, HEEEHEEEE that’s it!”
“You sure are a toe wriggler,” Rachel commented as she pointed to Lois Lane’s wriggling toes. “I guess it’s time for some toe tickling!” Rachel ran her fingers across Lois Lane’s toes.
“HAHHAA HHAAA HAA!” Lois tried to escape the fingers, but it was no use. If Lois Lane had ever been taken down a few pegs, this was that moment. She was sweating, she was exhausted, and she felt completely defeated by Rachel. Usually, people feared Lois Lane, but how could anybody fear this purple-faced giggling lady that Lois Lane had become. Lois Lane had been outsmarted and tricked into this situation by someone she once thought was beneath her. Obviously, Rachel Harris was the better woman because she was the one who was publicly humiliating Lois Lane as she tortured her.
By now, Rachel had finished with Lois’ toes, and she was poking Lois in the sides. With each and every poke, Lois jumped as high as she could.
“It almost looks like she thinks she can jump to the sky,” Rachel announced.
At the feeling of being poked again, Lois Lane let out a sound that could be described as being somewhat similar to the whimper of a whooped kitten. She was extremely embarrassed as she tried to somehow outmaneuver Rachel’s fingers, but Rachel began to scribble her fingers all over Lois Lane’s sides. Lois could hear the crowd laughing at her as she tried to squirm away from Rachel, who obviously had the upper hand in this situation.
”How much longer?” Lois asked. “I can’t take much more!”
“You still have another half hour!” Rachel answered. “You little hypocrite. You think you are so tough, but you can’t even take an hour of tickling. Halfway through, and I have Lois Lane begging me to stop!”
Lois was upset because she wouldn’t really call this begging. “Eep! AHH! OOH! HEEHEEHEEHEE! I’m not AHAHAHA begging! Lois HOHO Lane HeeHee never HAHAHA begs.”
“Somehow, I never knew what a wimp you were, Miss Lane. It seems to me that you’ve whined more than anybody else I’ve ever tickled,” Rachel told Lois in a superior tone that made Lois feel both angry and embarrassed at the same time.
Somehow, it seemed that the more Lois laughed, the more she lost some of her normal cocky attitude. At times, Lois could be very proud and arrogant, but she was now at the mercy of somebody who made her realize that she wasn’t as superior to the people of Smallville as she originally had assumed. After all, it wasn’t a Smallville resident in the stocks; it was Lois Lane, who at one point had believed that her time in a big city had made her smarter than anybody in some small town such as Smallville.
Rachel began to tickle Lois Lane’s toes again, making Lois hop in her seat with horror. “Rachel, I think I’m done. Please stop the tickling. I really am begging you this time,” Lois asked the sheriff.
“Lois Lane is begging me? Are you sure you’re really begging this time?” Rachel asked.
“Yes, I’m begging. Please, I’m just too ticklish. I admit it. Maybe city girls are more ticklish than farm girls. I’ll also admit that my smoking definitely got the best of me today. You just plain outsmarted me, Rachel. Congratulations, you win. You made a fool of me in front of the entire town,” Lois admitted.
“Thank you, Lois. I’m surprised you would admit this so soon,” Rachel said.
“Cherish this moment. I guarantee you will never experience this again,” Lois said in a somber tone.
“Well, I guess I’ll get back to tickling you for the last 20 minutes before the time runs out. After all, your hour isn’t up,” Rachel informed Lois.
“What? I want to quit now. I admitted that you beat me,” Lois said.
“But I’m not done with you, yet,” Rachel told her.
Part 3
Rachel was back to tickling Lois again, and Lois was back to laughing like a fool. How was this possible? Not only had Rachel tricked Lois Lane into the stocks, but she went so far as to humiliate the brilliant reporter as she was torturing her. Even worse, after getting Lois to beg her, Rachel still wanted to tickle Lois Lane until the hour was up.
“This is one ticklish city girl,” Rachel commented. “Since her hosed feet are so ticklish, I suppose her bare feet must be really ticklish. Should I take off these pantyhose?”
“NONONONO HAAHAAHAA! Please don’t HEEEHEEHEE do this toHOOHOOHHOO meHEEHEEEHEE!” Lois blurted out.
“I think I will,” Rachel announced. She proceeded to tickle Lois’ feet as she pulled off the stockings.
“HOOHHOOOHOOHOO! HAHAHHAHAHHAHA! HEEHEEHEHHEHHEEEE! Leave my HAHHAAAHAA feet alone. HAHHAAHAA! I’m just HAAHAAHAA too HOOHOOOHOOO ticklish! I’m ticklish! My feet are TICKLISH!” Lois Lane yelled as if she thought Rachel would listen to her pleas.
Rachel ran one finger up Lois Lane’s bare sole, and it seemed as though Lois Lane was ready to blast off to the moon. The reporter bounced around like never before, trying her best to escape. Lois Lane almost looked like a bucking bronco as Rachel ran her fingers up and down her soles, beginning at her heels and stopping just short of Lois Lane’s wriggling toes. She kept up the same motion, up and down, up and down, up and down…
“Stop it! HEEHEE HEEHEE! It teeheehee tickles!” Lois giggled.
Rachel continued her up and down motions and finally stopped to scribble her fingers across Lois Lane’s soles quickly. Lois couldn’t help but wriggle her toes some more. Her nails continued to caress Lois Lane’s bare feet as the reporter guffawed some more.
Lois was past the point of begging. All she was able to do at this point was laugh. She continued to laugh and laugh as Rachel continued the tickling and as the crowd took numerous photographs of the defeated city girl.
Finally, the tickling came to an abrupt stop. “Time?” Lois asked as she turned to Rachel.
Rachel held up a feather duster, which had been sitting on a nearby table. “15 more minutes, Piggy Toes,” Rachel smirked. She ran the feather duster across Lois Lane’s toes, and Lois once again began to laugh. Up and down her toes, across her toes, in between her toes…all over her bare feet! The feathers were everywhere, and the more Lois wriggled her toes, the more her toes got tickled.
“Come on, Piggy Toes. If you stop laughing, I’ll tickle you somewhere else for awhile,” Rachel taunted, but Lois couldn’t stop the laughter.
The hysterical Lois Lane continued to laugh and laugh as her lungs heaved and heaved and heaved. She was obviously out of breath, but the tickling just kept coming. Finally, Rachel again stopped.
“Are we done?” Lois asked.
“Of course not,” Rachel told her.
“You can’t do this to me,” Lois said.
“Just think, Lois. If you weren’t so ticklish, then you wouldn’t be in this situation. Face it,” Rachel said. “You’re a pathetic, ticklish mess.”
“No, I’m not.”
Rachel glanced down at Lois’ toenails, which were painted red. “Pedicures must be awful for you,” she said. “How on Earth can somebody like you bear to sit still for a pedicure.”
“I hope you’re enjoying this because heehee…oh dear HAHAHAAAAHAAA!” Rachel had begun to tickle Lois Lane’s toes, and once again, her wriggling toes just made the whole situation that much more enjoyable for Rachel.
“There are only ten more minutes left, everybody, and I have a special treat for you. If you’ll just form a line, then I’ll let each of you get a chance at tickling the lovely Lois Lane. Now remember, take advantage of this opportunity. After all, how many Metropolis women are going to be dumb enough to get themselves locked in stocks like this.”
“You mean just about the whole town is going to get a chance to tickle my bare feet!” Lois screamed. “You can’t! You just can’t!”
It was too late to argue, though. The line had been formed, and people were making sure that everybody got to tickle Lois Lane in some way, sometimes with as many as 10 people tickling her at once. Lois could even see people taking more pictures of her in this state, meaning the hysterical Lois Lane would be caught on film in this situation for all of eternity! As Lois looked at the many photographers out there, one face stood out from the rest.
“Jimmy!” Lois yelled out.
“Keep it up, Miss Lane. This is perfect for the Entertainment section of the paper. Mr. White asked CK to write an article on the Smallville Corn festival as an extra assignment, so I’m supposed to provide the photos,” Jimmy Olsen said as he continued snapping photos of the tickle torture scene in front of him.
How humiliating! Now, millions of readers would open up their papers to see a particularly embarrassed Lois Lane as she was being tickled by a bunch of farmers! Lois Lane’s day just wasn’t going too well, but suddenly, the tickling stopped.
“You survived,” Rachel said. “The time is finally up. I must say I’m a bit surprised you were so ticklish.”
Rachel helped her out of the stocks. The worn-out Lois Lane attempted to regain her composure as she looked at the crowd, quickly noticing Clark Kent. She really hoped that Clark hadn’t seen too much of her in this situation.
“Uh huh,” Lois said as she limped away from the stage.
She didn’t bother to get her jacket or her pantyhose, but she did manage to slip on one shoe. She was too humiliated to bother looking for the other shoe. The reporter just wanted to get away from the crowd and off that stage with her remaining dignity intact.
“Let’s get to work on that damn story,” Lois said as she looked at Clark.
“Sure thing,” he replied with a bit of a smirk.
Part 1
Lois Lane groaned. Why did she have to be in Smallville, possibly the most boring town in the country? Lois Lane was a big city girl, and Smallville was just so uncivilized to a sophisticated woman like her. This had been her second visit to the town. Last year, she was sent to Smallville on assignment with her partner to investigate a big story, and she now found herself in the same town to investigate another story for the Daily Planet. Both times, the town was holding an annual event called the Corn Festival.
Her partner, Clark Kent, of course, was just having a blast. Smallville was his hometown, so he was close friends with just about every Farmer Joe in town. The sheriff of the town, Rachel Harris, had asked Clark to participate in the festival, and he agreed to host the dunk tank. Of course, he said that he would help Lois work on their story later, but Lois Lane didn’t want to wait to work. Instead, she planned on writing the story herself if she had to do so to get the job done.
The story involved a Kansas bank robber who just so happened to be hiding in Smallville. After his arrest, Lois and Clark had interviewed him, so the only thing to do now was to write the actual story.
She sat in the grass with her laptop on her lap, trying to type out her story. However, even a stick-in-the-mud like Lois Lane couldn’t help but want to play “hooky” as she saw everybody around her having so much fun. Last year, the same thing had happened to her. She ended up having some fun last year, and she still finished her story, so maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if she stopped working for an hour or so.
Lois glanced around to see which booth she wanted to go to. Ugh! Lois could see Sheriff Rachel Harris trying to get a volunteer for her booth, and for some reason, nobody seemed interested. Lois Lane and Rachel Harris didn’t really get along. Rachel had gone with Clark Kent to their senior prom, and it was obvious to Lois that the good sheriff still had a crush on Clark Kent. On the other hand, even though she didn’t want to admit it, Lois Lane was also attracted to Clark.
“Why, Lois Lane! I’ll bet a big city girl like you can take it! Why don’t you step up here as my volunteer?” Rachel asked.
Darn! She had been spotted. Lois put away her laptop and stood up. “I’m not so sure, Rachel. I think I’m going to try something else,” Lois answered.
“I think she’s scared, folks! It looks like Miss Lois Lane, star reporter for a big metropolitan newspaper, is afraid of the bumbling sheriff of a small hick town!” Rachel taunted Lois Lane. She smiled as she noticed Lois Lane’s face turning red as the crowd laughed.
Lois was not one to be pushed around by anybody, especially Clark Kent’s hick ex-girlfriend. “So, exactly what do you want me to do?” Lois said as she approached Sheriff Rachel Harris. “I’ll bite.”
“I knew I could get you up here. See folks, Miss Lane is really competitive, and she certainly wouldn’t want to be outdone by the likes of me. She’s a pretty big snob, you know. To her, we’re just a bunch of hicks who worship corn,” Sheriff Rachel Harris continued to embarrass Lois in front of the crowd.
As the crowd began to increase, Lois felt even more pressure. She was being outsmarted by a simple country bumpkin. “I’ll do anything you want me to do. Just tell me what it is.”
”You heard her ladies and gentlemen. Now, if she doesn’t go through with it, we know we have a chicken on our hands,” Rachel continued her humiliation of Lois Lane. It almost seemed as though Rachel enjoyed making a city girl like Lois Lane look like a fool.
“Just tell me what you want me to do,” Lois persisted.
“Folks, should I tell her?” the sheriff asked the crowd. The crowd cheered loudly. “Well alright then. Miss Lane, I want you to get into these stocks, and I want to tickle torture you in front of this crowd for exactly 1 hour.”
Lois gulped. She was ticklish, but it couldn’t be that bad, could it? “Fine, I’ll do it.”
“In that case, step this way Miss Lane,” Rachel told the nervous reporter. “I’ll need your jacket.” Lois Lane was wearing a brown business outfit, complete with a jacket and a skirt, and she wore matching brown high heels over her hosed feet. As Rachel removed Lois’ jacket, she revealed a white sleeveless blouse underneath.
“I’m ready,” Lois said, even though she was still quite tense. She sat in the stocks as Rachel locked her in. Next, the sheriff blindfolded Lois despite a few protests from the haughty reporter.
”Boy, this is the way she should always be,” Rachel joked as she walked around Lois Lane’s body. ”Who can honestly say they don’t just want to leave her like this?”
“I swear Rachel if you –EEP!” Lois practically jumped out of her seat, but her secured feet left her in place. Rachel, using one index finger, had poked Lois in the ribs.
“Ticklish, much?” Rachel asked. Lois Lane could hear ruckus laughter coming from the crowd.
“You can take this,” Lois thought to herself. “Do not let this stupid hick get the best of you.”
“I’ll stop playing around,” Rachel said. “On the count of three, start the clock. One…” She removed Lois Lane’s left shoe to reveal a hosed foot. “Two…” She removed Lois Lane’s other shoe to reveal her other foot. “Three!” As the clock started, Rachel began to run her finger up Lois Lane’s sole. Lois began to giggle instantly.
Part 2
Lois Lane was cackling as Rachel continued tickling her hosed soles. Rachel danced her fingertips across Lois Lane’s hosed soles as Lois continued to howl with laughter. Within a few minutes, Rachel already had Lois Lane looking like a sweaty mess, and the real torture hadn’t even begun.
“HAHAAHAAHAA HOHOHOHOOHOO!” Lois laughed.
After her few moments of tickling Lois, Rachel stopped for a moment. “Just take a look at her! She’s already huffing and puffing, and we’re only a few minutes in! I suppose that comes from all them years of bein’ a smoker. I’ll bet you wish you coulda put down those cigarettes now.” Rachel illustrated her point with a quick poke to Lois’ ribs.
“Eep! My smoking is none of your business. I am a grown woman and – HeeHeeHee!” Rachel had gone back to running her fingers up and down Lois Lane’s hosed soles. ”I can HAHA smoke HEHE as much OOH OOHH as I want AHH AHH toHOOHOOHOO!” In truth, at this point, Lois was regretting her status as a smoker, but there was no way she was going to admit it to this crowd.
“Koochi koochie koo! Are you really that ticklish, Lois? I’ve never had anybody quite so ticklish in these stocks. They sure do make ‘em ticklish in the big cities like Metropolis. I doubt you’d find a girl as ticklish as you are in Smallville,” Rachel ridiculed Lois as she thrashed her feet as much as she could in the stocks.
“You can’t do this to meHEEHEE! OHH EEP AHH! I’m not more HOHAHAHO ticklish than OH NO NO AH AH than anybody else HOHOHO!” This was worse than any other torture Lois Lane had ever received.
“You sure do have a big mouth for someone in this situation. I sure would like to shut you up, but I think it’s kinda funny to see you sufferin’ for once,” Rachel said.
“If youHOOHOOHOOO think you CAHAHAHAN BREAHAYAYK MEHHEEEHHE, think again. I’m used HAHAHA to being in HEEHEEHEE tough jams. OOHOHHH! Remember, I’m HHHAHHHA HAAHAAH I’m ticklish!” Lois blurted out.
“Oh you’re ticklish? I could have figured that out on my own. And it looks like I already am breaking you,” Rachel told Lois as she ran her fingers across her soles again.
“I meant to HAHHAHH say HAYHAY HAYHAY I’m a HAHAHA!” Lois trailed off in laughter.
“You’re a what? Spit it out, city girl,” Rachel ordered Lois.
“INVESTIGATIVE REPORTER HHEEHHEEEHOOHOOHAAHAAA” Lois yelled. “I’ve been through HOOOOHOOOHOO worse situations HAHAHA than this.”
“Looks like this is a pretty tough jam to me. Wanna cigarette?” Rachel asked sarcastically.
Lois was a bit humbled by all the cigarette jokes. She really did need to stop smoking, but she didn’t want to be told to stop smoking during a tickle torture event. “HAAHAAHHAAAA!”
“Look at her, folks. She came here as a tough girl, and she’ll leave here as a fool. She sure does have sensitive feet!” Rachel said.
“This is so unfair! You can’t HAHAHA!” Lois cackled. “Stop it. HAHAHAHA!”
“What’s wrong?” Rachel asked.
Lois had begun to wriggle her toes as she continued to giggle. “HAHHAHH HHUMHUMHUM NOTHING! AHHAHHAHH Nothing at all! HOOHOOHOO Just ticklish, HEEEHEEEE that’s it!”
“You sure are a toe wriggler,” Rachel commented as she pointed to Lois Lane’s wriggling toes. “I guess it’s time for some toe tickling!” Rachel ran her fingers across Lois Lane’s toes.
“HAHHAA HHAAA HAA!” Lois tried to escape the fingers, but it was no use. If Lois Lane had ever been taken down a few pegs, this was that moment. She was sweating, she was exhausted, and she felt completely defeated by Rachel. Usually, people feared Lois Lane, but how could anybody fear this purple-faced giggling lady that Lois Lane had become. Lois Lane had been outsmarted and tricked into this situation by someone she once thought was beneath her. Obviously, Rachel Harris was the better woman because she was the one who was publicly humiliating Lois Lane as she tortured her.
By now, Rachel had finished with Lois’ toes, and she was poking Lois in the sides. With each and every poke, Lois jumped as high as she could.
“It almost looks like she thinks she can jump to the sky,” Rachel announced.
At the feeling of being poked again, Lois Lane let out a sound that could be described as being somewhat similar to the whimper of a whooped kitten. She was extremely embarrassed as she tried to somehow outmaneuver Rachel’s fingers, but Rachel began to scribble her fingers all over Lois Lane’s sides. Lois could hear the crowd laughing at her as she tried to squirm away from Rachel, who obviously had the upper hand in this situation.
”How much longer?” Lois asked. “I can’t take much more!”
“You still have another half hour!” Rachel answered. “You little hypocrite. You think you are so tough, but you can’t even take an hour of tickling. Halfway through, and I have Lois Lane begging me to stop!”
Lois was upset because she wouldn’t really call this begging. “Eep! AHH! OOH! HEEHEEHEEHEE! I’m not AHAHAHA begging! Lois HOHO Lane HeeHee never HAHAHA begs.”
“Somehow, I never knew what a wimp you were, Miss Lane. It seems to me that you’ve whined more than anybody else I’ve ever tickled,” Rachel told Lois in a superior tone that made Lois feel both angry and embarrassed at the same time.
Somehow, it seemed that the more Lois laughed, the more she lost some of her normal cocky attitude. At times, Lois could be very proud and arrogant, but she was now at the mercy of somebody who made her realize that she wasn’t as superior to the people of Smallville as she originally had assumed. After all, it wasn’t a Smallville resident in the stocks; it was Lois Lane, who at one point had believed that her time in a big city had made her smarter than anybody in some small town such as Smallville.
Rachel began to tickle Lois Lane’s toes again, making Lois hop in her seat with horror. “Rachel, I think I’m done. Please stop the tickling. I really am begging you this time,” Lois asked the sheriff.
“Lois Lane is begging me? Are you sure you’re really begging this time?” Rachel asked.
“Yes, I’m begging. Please, I’m just too ticklish. I admit it. Maybe city girls are more ticklish than farm girls. I’ll also admit that my smoking definitely got the best of me today. You just plain outsmarted me, Rachel. Congratulations, you win. You made a fool of me in front of the entire town,” Lois admitted.
“Thank you, Lois. I’m surprised you would admit this so soon,” Rachel said.
“Cherish this moment. I guarantee you will never experience this again,” Lois said in a somber tone.
“Well, I guess I’ll get back to tickling you for the last 20 minutes before the time runs out. After all, your hour isn’t up,” Rachel informed Lois.
“What? I want to quit now. I admitted that you beat me,” Lois said.
“But I’m not done with you, yet,” Rachel told her.
Part 3
Rachel was back to tickling Lois again, and Lois was back to laughing like a fool. How was this possible? Not only had Rachel tricked Lois Lane into the stocks, but she went so far as to humiliate the brilliant reporter as she was torturing her. Even worse, after getting Lois to beg her, Rachel still wanted to tickle Lois Lane until the hour was up.
“This is one ticklish city girl,” Rachel commented. “Since her hosed feet are so ticklish, I suppose her bare feet must be really ticklish. Should I take off these pantyhose?”
“NONONONO HAAHAAHAA! Please don’t HEEEHEEHEE do this toHOOHOOHHOO meHEEHEEEHEE!” Lois blurted out.
“I think I will,” Rachel announced. She proceeded to tickle Lois’ feet as she pulled off the stockings.
“HOOHHOOOHOOHOO! HAHAHHAHAHHAHA! HEEHEEHEHHEHHEEEE! Leave my HAHHAAAHAA feet alone. HAHHAAHAA! I’m just HAAHAAHAA too HOOHOOOHOOO ticklish! I’m ticklish! My feet are TICKLISH!” Lois Lane yelled as if she thought Rachel would listen to her pleas.
Rachel ran one finger up Lois Lane’s bare sole, and it seemed as though Lois Lane was ready to blast off to the moon. The reporter bounced around like never before, trying her best to escape. Lois Lane almost looked like a bucking bronco as Rachel ran her fingers up and down her soles, beginning at her heels and stopping just short of Lois Lane’s wriggling toes. She kept up the same motion, up and down, up and down, up and down…
“Stop it! HEEHEE HEEHEE! It teeheehee tickles!” Lois giggled.
Rachel continued her up and down motions and finally stopped to scribble her fingers across Lois Lane’s soles quickly. Lois couldn’t help but wriggle her toes some more. Her nails continued to caress Lois Lane’s bare feet as the reporter guffawed some more.
Lois was past the point of begging. All she was able to do at this point was laugh. She continued to laugh and laugh as Rachel continued the tickling and as the crowd took numerous photographs of the defeated city girl.
Finally, the tickling came to an abrupt stop. “Time?” Lois asked as she turned to Rachel.
Rachel held up a feather duster, which had been sitting on a nearby table. “15 more minutes, Piggy Toes,” Rachel smirked. She ran the feather duster across Lois Lane’s toes, and Lois once again began to laugh. Up and down her toes, across her toes, in between her toes…all over her bare feet! The feathers were everywhere, and the more Lois wriggled her toes, the more her toes got tickled.
“Come on, Piggy Toes. If you stop laughing, I’ll tickle you somewhere else for awhile,” Rachel taunted, but Lois couldn’t stop the laughter.
The hysterical Lois Lane continued to laugh and laugh as her lungs heaved and heaved and heaved. She was obviously out of breath, but the tickling just kept coming. Finally, Rachel again stopped.
“Are we done?” Lois asked.
“Of course not,” Rachel told her.
“You can’t do this to me,” Lois said.
“Just think, Lois. If you weren’t so ticklish, then you wouldn’t be in this situation. Face it,” Rachel said. “You’re a pathetic, ticklish mess.”
“No, I’m not.”
Rachel glanced down at Lois’ toenails, which were painted red. “Pedicures must be awful for you,” she said. “How on Earth can somebody like you bear to sit still for a pedicure.”
“I hope you’re enjoying this because heehee…oh dear HAHAHAAAAHAAA!” Rachel had begun to tickle Lois Lane’s toes, and once again, her wriggling toes just made the whole situation that much more enjoyable for Rachel.
“There are only ten more minutes left, everybody, and I have a special treat for you. If you’ll just form a line, then I’ll let each of you get a chance at tickling the lovely Lois Lane. Now remember, take advantage of this opportunity. After all, how many Metropolis women are going to be dumb enough to get themselves locked in stocks like this.”
“You mean just about the whole town is going to get a chance to tickle my bare feet!” Lois screamed. “You can’t! You just can’t!”
It was too late to argue, though. The line had been formed, and people were making sure that everybody got to tickle Lois Lane in some way, sometimes with as many as 10 people tickling her at once. Lois could even see people taking more pictures of her in this state, meaning the hysterical Lois Lane would be caught on film in this situation for all of eternity! As Lois looked at the many photographers out there, one face stood out from the rest.
“Jimmy!” Lois yelled out.
“Keep it up, Miss Lane. This is perfect for the Entertainment section of the paper. Mr. White asked CK to write an article on the Smallville Corn festival as an extra assignment, so I’m supposed to provide the photos,” Jimmy Olsen said as he continued snapping photos of the tickle torture scene in front of him.
How humiliating! Now, millions of readers would open up their papers to see a particularly embarrassed Lois Lane as she was being tickled by a bunch of farmers! Lois Lane’s day just wasn’t going too well, but suddenly, the tickling stopped.
“You survived,” Rachel said. “The time is finally up. I must say I’m a bit surprised you were so ticklish.”
Rachel helped her out of the stocks. The worn-out Lois Lane attempted to regain her composure as she looked at the crowd, quickly noticing Clark Kent. She really hoped that Clark hadn’t seen too much of her in this situation.
“Uh huh,” Lois said as she limped away from the stage.
She didn’t bother to get her jacket or her pantyhose, but she did manage to slip on one shoe. She was too humiliated to bother looking for the other shoe. The reporter just wanted to get away from the crowd and off that stage with her remaining dignity intact.
“Let’s get to work on that damn story,” Lois said as she looked at Clark.
“Sure thing,” he replied with a bit of a smirk.
