YouNeverKnow175
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The rules of the Tickle Fight Round were simple - one surrendered by calling out the safeword, “Doctor”.
Tess vs. Ashley was first. The two girls wore sports bras, and gym shorts - nothing else. Ashley was physically about two inches shorter, and slightly less athletic. Tess, the alpha god, was the clear favorite. Not only was she clearly less ticklish, she was dominant in her personality and she was strong. Ashley was neither, and seemed destined for a good tickling.
The bell rang to start the round, with Antonio on the outskirts of the ring, officiating. The two girls circled each other. Tess’s eyes were focused and intense. Ashley’s were tentative and scared. They looked at each other, and Ashley looked away.
Tess took a few pokes toward Ashley’s bare midriff and Ashley jumped out of the way. Then Tess charged harder, moving toward Ashley very quickly. Ashley screamed in anticipation. When Tess reached her, she was standing right in front of her, face to face, and grabbed both sides and began to tickle. Ashley screamed again, and then began to giggle. Tess smiled mischievously. She kept going, and Ashley tried to turn around and run. In doing so, she slipped and fell onto the ground. Tess quickly pounced, and had Ashley pinned flat on her stomach, face-down.
She continued tickling Ashley’s ribs from behind. Ashley wriggled and giggled, but didn’t show any signs of surrendering. Tess decided to explore Ashley’s body for spots that might be even worse. “How about your feet?” she teased, and slid down, still completely pinning Ashley to the ground.
“No!” Ashley yelped. Tess began dancing her fingers on Ashley’s size 8 soles. Ashley began to giggle harder than she had been. “Ohhh!!! Oh my gosh!!” she yelled. Tess’s tickling grew more vigorous, and she began to tickle Ashley’s toes. Ashley screamed loudly when this started. She laughed harder, and yelled out, “Myy - hahhahaha - my TOOEEESSSS!! Hahahahaha”
Drew watched with glee. After they had broken up, many years before, he had managed to ask Ashley about a massage she had recently had, and she’d confessed that the foot part had been the worse. She said the therapist used a lot of oils and her toes “got lost between his fingers” and it tickled a lot.
Tess didn’t have the good fortune of having oil, but she did have a relentless ler in her, it appeared, and she was not letting up. After focusing on the left foot for a while, she focused on the right, which seemed to be even more ticklish. Ashley’s toes were long, so there was lots of room for Tess to play. While she continued to laugh hard, Ashley didn’t seem panicked or pushed to the brink.
Tess decided to try Ashley’s inner thighs. She grabbed her opponent - or, at this point, victim - and rolled her over, face-up. “We’re going to find the spot that does you in!” she told her. “Inner thighs?”
Ashley’s eyes widened. “No, no, no - please, no....”
Tess smiled menacingly. She began to dance her fingers all around Ashley’s inner right thigh. Ashley began to buck wildly, trying to get away. Her laughter became almost silent as she thrashed. Desperately, she reacher her hand to Tess’s side and dug her fingers in and wiggled them. Tess, startled, rolled backward off of Ashley. It was almost as if she had forgotten she was in a tickle fight and that her opponent had any possibility of tickling her back. Ashley lay on the ground trying to catch her breath. “You little punk!” Tess yelled playfully and came back at her. Ashley put both arms straight out in the air to try to push her off, yelling, “NO!” It worked for a second as she shoved Tess lightly back, but Tess was too strong, and before Ashley knew it, she had one arm pinned above her head.
“You seem like the kind of girl that would have ticklish armpits, is that true?”
“No no no no no no no!! Get off!” Ashley squealed as she felt fingers wriggling around on her exposed armpit. She began to laugh feverishly. She tried hard to throw Tess off of her but Tess was too strong. She just kept tickling and tickling. Ashley was able to reach around to Tess’s stomach and get in a few quick tickles, which would make Tess smile and jerk for a second, but then she just pushed Ashley away and kept tickling her armpit. Soon, between her giggles, Ashley yelled, “DOCTOR!”
Tess would advance to the final round.
Moments lady, Brittany and Darcy strode into the ring. This looked to be an interesting matchup. Darcy was far more ticklish than Brittany, but also feistier and stronger. She had fought off a strong older brother tickling her all her life. She wanted to win, badly. Brittany, meanwhile, was less competitive in nature - she was more of a party girl who just liked to have a good time. If she could find the right spots, Darcy stood a chance.
The girls circled each other. Both looked slightly nervous, biting their lips. Brittany took a few swipes at Darcy and Darcy jumped out of the way. She took a few more, and the same thing. She kept going, and quickly had Darcy backpeddling - then she started essentially running. She squealed and began to run away, along the sides of the ring, in a circle. It was an ingrained reaction that Darcy had - if someone was going to tickle her, she would do everything in her power to get away, and typically that meant running, if she could. Unfortunately for her, there wasn’t a whole lot of room to maneuver, and eventually, Brittany closed in on her in a corner.
“You seem scared....” Brittany said in a soft voice with a smile. She touched her right hand to Darcy’s side and stroked her long fingernails up and down. Darcy squealed and tried to run again, but Brittany grabbed her. She began to tickle her sides and Darcy screamed - but she was stronger than Brittany and managed to get away.
Darcy darted to the other side of the ring and sized Brittany up, head to toe. I’ve got to find a way to win, she thought. She had seen that Brittany was fairly ticklish on her ribs. She just had to somehow avoid being pinned down and tortured herself. She was scared to move too aggressively toward Brittany for fear of being tickled herself. Then she noticed Brittany inching toward her slowly. Darcy stayed put, not wanting to show fear. Brittany neared until they were inches from one another.
Brittany reached down for Darcy’s stomach and Darcy swatted her arm away. Darcy used the momentum to turn Brittany around and bear hug her from behind. Now, standing behind Brittany with both arms wrapped around her so her hands rested on her exposed belly and ribs, she started tickling.
Surprised to suddenly be in this position, Brittany let out a loud, “HA! HA! HA!” Brittany’s real-life being-tickled laugh was so much like the stereotypical “Ha” laughter that it was comical. She wriggled and twisted but couldn’t get away. Darcy, when not incapacitated by being tickled, was strong.
Using her elbows to try to knock Darcy away, Brittany fought hard but Darcy wouldn’t let go. The more Darcy tickled her sides, the more Brittany felt like she couldn’t stand being in this position much longer. “Hahahaa!!! OKAY!!! OKAY!!!!! Hahaha - that’s -hahaha - that’s enough -ahahahahah!” she tried to play like she was remaining calm and in control. Then she couldn’t take it anymore and crumpled to the ground. Darcy dropped with her and tickled hard and mercilessly. It was like all the tickling Darcy had endured in her life was being revenged in this moment. Her fingers moved feverishly all over Brittany’s ribs as she pinned her face down on the ground. Then she swept her right hand underneath Brittany’s leg to her inner thigh.
Brittany began thrashing. “HAHAHAHAHAHA!! OKAY, STOP, STOP!!!! HAHAHAHAHAH!! Darcy had found a gold mine. The cocky, “I’m not as ticklish as any of you” party girl was totally at her mercy. Darcy decided to go for the kill and reached both hands down underneath Brittany’s pinned body so each hand was on an innter thigh. She squeezed and danced her fingers. “HAHAHAHOOOOO!!!! HAHAHAHOO!!!! DAM- HAHAHAH - DAMMIT - HAHAHAHAHAHHAA THAT - GOD DAMMIT THAT TICKLES - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA” Her slight southern drawl came out and she laughed and begged. Sweating and wriggling helplessly, she finally yelled, “DOCTOR!!!!”
Darcy stood up and leapt in the air with her arms up. The unthinkable had happened, and Darcy had somehow won a tickle fight. She would meet Tess in the final round.
Antonio gathered the two finalists to explain the final round, which had not yet been revealed.
“What we will do for the final round,” his voice boomed. “Is re-enact a real-life tickling scenario that you endured and told Drew about while you were dating. The choice of story is his, and he has made it. I will now confirm the stories with each of you.”
Both girls looked terrified. Which story would he have chosen?
TO BE CONTINUED...
Part 2
Part 3
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The rules of the Tickle Fight Round were simple - one surrendered by calling out the safeword, “Doctor”.
Tess vs. Ashley was first. The two girls wore sports bras, and gym shorts - nothing else. Ashley was physically about two inches shorter, and slightly less athletic. Tess, the alpha god, was the clear favorite. Not only was she clearly less ticklish, she was dominant in her personality and she was strong. Ashley was neither, and seemed destined for a good tickling.
The bell rang to start the round, with Antonio on the outskirts of the ring, officiating. The two girls circled each other. Tess’s eyes were focused and intense. Ashley’s were tentative and scared. They looked at each other, and Ashley looked away.
Tess took a few pokes toward Ashley’s bare midriff and Ashley jumped out of the way. Then Tess charged harder, moving toward Ashley very quickly. Ashley screamed in anticipation. When Tess reached her, she was standing right in front of her, face to face, and grabbed both sides and began to tickle. Ashley screamed again, and then began to giggle. Tess smiled mischievously. She kept going, and Ashley tried to turn around and run. In doing so, she slipped and fell onto the ground. Tess quickly pounced, and had Ashley pinned flat on her stomach, face-down.
She continued tickling Ashley’s ribs from behind. Ashley wriggled and giggled, but didn’t show any signs of surrendering. Tess decided to explore Ashley’s body for spots that might be even worse. “How about your feet?” she teased, and slid down, still completely pinning Ashley to the ground.
“No!” Ashley yelped. Tess began dancing her fingers on Ashley’s size 8 soles. Ashley began to giggle harder than she had been. “Ohhh!!! Oh my gosh!!” she yelled. Tess’s tickling grew more vigorous, and she began to tickle Ashley’s toes. Ashley screamed loudly when this started. She laughed harder, and yelled out, “Myy - hahhahaha - my TOOEEESSSS!! Hahahahaha”
Drew watched with glee. After they had broken up, many years before, he had managed to ask Ashley about a massage she had recently had, and she’d confessed that the foot part had been the worse. She said the therapist used a lot of oils and her toes “got lost between his fingers” and it tickled a lot.
Tess didn’t have the good fortune of having oil, but she did have a relentless ler in her, it appeared, and she was not letting up. After focusing on the left foot for a while, she focused on the right, which seemed to be even more ticklish. Ashley’s toes were long, so there was lots of room for Tess to play. While she continued to laugh hard, Ashley didn’t seem panicked or pushed to the brink.
Tess decided to try Ashley’s inner thighs. She grabbed her opponent - or, at this point, victim - and rolled her over, face-up. “We’re going to find the spot that does you in!” she told her. “Inner thighs?”
Ashley’s eyes widened. “No, no, no - please, no....”
Tess smiled menacingly. She began to dance her fingers all around Ashley’s inner right thigh. Ashley began to buck wildly, trying to get away. Her laughter became almost silent as she thrashed. Desperately, she reacher her hand to Tess’s side and dug her fingers in and wiggled them. Tess, startled, rolled backward off of Ashley. It was almost as if she had forgotten she was in a tickle fight and that her opponent had any possibility of tickling her back. Ashley lay on the ground trying to catch her breath. “You little punk!” Tess yelled playfully and came back at her. Ashley put both arms straight out in the air to try to push her off, yelling, “NO!” It worked for a second as she shoved Tess lightly back, but Tess was too strong, and before Ashley knew it, she had one arm pinned above her head.
“You seem like the kind of girl that would have ticklish armpits, is that true?”
“No no no no no no no!! Get off!” Ashley squealed as she felt fingers wriggling around on her exposed armpit. She began to laugh feverishly. She tried hard to throw Tess off of her but Tess was too strong. She just kept tickling and tickling. Ashley was able to reach around to Tess’s stomach and get in a few quick tickles, which would make Tess smile and jerk for a second, but then she just pushed Ashley away and kept tickling her armpit. Soon, between her giggles, Ashley yelled, “DOCTOR!”
Tess would advance to the final round.
Moments lady, Brittany and Darcy strode into the ring. This looked to be an interesting matchup. Darcy was far more ticklish than Brittany, but also feistier and stronger. She had fought off a strong older brother tickling her all her life. She wanted to win, badly. Brittany, meanwhile, was less competitive in nature - she was more of a party girl who just liked to have a good time. If she could find the right spots, Darcy stood a chance.
The girls circled each other. Both looked slightly nervous, biting their lips. Brittany took a few swipes at Darcy and Darcy jumped out of the way. She took a few more, and the same thing. She kept going, and quickly had Darcy backpeddling - then she started essentially running. She squealed and began to run away, along the sides of the ring, in a circle. It was an ingrained reaction that Darcy had - if someone was going to tickle her, she would do everything in her power to get away, and typically that meant running, if she could. Unfortunately for her, there wasn’t a whole lot of room to maneuver, and eventually, Brittany closed in on her in a corner.
“You seem scared....” Brittany said in a soft voice with a smile. She touched her right hand to Darcy’s side and stroked her long fingernails up and down. Darcy squealed and tried to run again, but Brittany grabbed her. She began to tickle her sides and Darcy screamed - but she was stronger than Brittany and managed to get away.
Darcy darted to the other side of the ring and sized Brittany up, head to toe. I’ve got to find a way to win, she thought. She had seen that Brittany was fairly ticklish on her ribs. She just had to somehow avoid being pinned down and tortured herself. She was scared to move too aggressively toward Brittany for fear of being tickled herself. Then she noticed Brittany inching toward her slowly. Darcy stayed put, not wanting to show fear. Brittany neared until they were inches from one another.
Brittany reached down for Darcy’s stomach and Darcy swatted her arm away. Darcy used the momentum to turn Brittany around and bear hug her from behind. Now, standing behind Brittany with both arms wrapped around her so her hands rested on her exposed belly and ribs, she started tickling.
Surprised to suddenly be in this position, Brittany let out a loud, “HA! HA! HA!” Brittany’s real-life being-tickled laugh was so much like the stereotypical “Ha” laughter that it was comical. She wriggled and twisted but couldn’t get away. Darcy, when not incapacitated by being tickled, was strong.
Using her elbows to try to knock Darcy away, Brittany fought hard but Darcy wouldn’t let go. The more Darcy tickled her sides, the more Brittany felt like she couldn’t stand being in this position much longer. “Hahahaa!!! OKAY!!! OKAY!!!!! Hahaha - that’s -hahaha - that’s enough -ahahahahah!” she tried to play like she was remaining calm and in control. Then she couldn’t take it anymore and crumpled to the ground. Darcy dropped with her and tickled hard and mercilessly. It was like all the tickling Darcy had endured in her life was being revenged in this moment. Her fingers moved feverishly all over Brittany’s ribs as she pinned her face down on the ground. Then she swept her right hand underneath Brittany’s leg to her inner thigh.
Brittany began thrashing. “HAHAHAHAHAHA!! OKAY, STOP, STOP!!!! HAHAHAHAHAH!! Darcy had found a gold mine. The cocky, “I’m not as ticklish as any of you” party girl was totally at her mercy. Darcy decided to go for the kill and reached both hands down underneath Brittany’s pinned body so each hand was on an innter thigh. She squeezed and danced her fingers. “HAHAHAHOOOOO!!!! HAHAHAHOO!!!! DAM- HAHAHAH - DAMMIT - HAHAHAHAHAHHAA THAT - GOD DAMMIT THAT TICKLES - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA” Her slight southern drawl came out and she laughed and begged. Sweating and wriggling helplessly, she finally yelled, “DOCTOR!!!!”
Darcy stood up and leapt in the air with her arms up. The unthinkable had happened, and Darcy had somehow won a tickle fight. She would meet Tess in the final round.
Antonio gathered the two finalists to explain the final round, which had not yet been revealed.
“What we will do for the final round,” his voice boomed. “Is re-enact a real-life tickling scenario that you endured and told Drew about while you were dating. The choice of story is his, and he has made it. I will now confirm the stories with each of you.”
Both girls looked terrified. Which story would he have chosen?
TO BE CONTINUED...
