TicklingDuo
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Laughing Stocks
by Ann
Rich and Ann were friends from online. They found that they shared some commono interests. Among those interests was the annual Renaissance Fair. They decided that it would be fun to meet in person. So, since they both enjoyed the fair, they chose to meet there.
When the day arrived, Rich and Ann met at the designated place near the fair grounds. They were both happy to finally be meeting and having this opportunity to spend some time together. They exchanged a friendly hug. Then, they proceeded to the gate.
For about an hour, they wandered through the grounds, enjoying the sites. Then, they came accross something that made them both giggle with excitement. They'd found a pair of stocks.
Rich had shared with Ann long before this day how he loved women's feet...especially ticklish ones. He'd often teased about wanting to get her in a set of stocks and have some fun. Ann, in turn, had shared how much she loved tickling and being tickled. Seeing the stocks right there in front of them brought those conversations to mind. They would definately have to return to this spot before the day was over!
After strolling through the grounds for another couple of hours, they decided to grab something to eat. To their surprise and amusement, there was a booth near the eatery where people could pay for the opportunity to throw a custard pie into the face of a volunteer. They were a bit surprised that business at the booth seemed rather slow. This was another thing that Rich had admitted a fondness for. The wheels in his mind began to turn.
As they ate, they chatted and clowned about the coincidence of finding both of his pet activities so close to one another. They decided that it might be fun to live out a fantasy that he'd shared with her. So, once they'd finished their meal, they decided to see if it could work out. Things had been quite slow at the pie-in-the-face booth. So, the woman was pleased to cooperate with the request for several of her pies to be used by the same people. She was a bit puzzled, however, to hear that they were to be taken elsewhere for use.
Once the pies had been placed in a box for them, Rich and Ann headed over to the set of stocks. Since they were intended only as a display, there were very few people around them. Nobody thought to question them as they approached to try them out.
There were tow pairs of stocks, one being for the hands and the other for the feet. A bench was also there for the victim to lay on. Once secured in the stocks, the person's feet would be out in front of them and their arms stretched well above the head. There was also a belt on the bench. Once fastened accross the hips, movement would be very limitted.
This was how Ann ended up positiooned. Rich had made quick work of the restraints, lest she have time to reconsider. They'd laughed and joked about this for months. Now, he had his chance...and he wasn't about to give it up! He'd come well prepared with a bag full of tickling instruments. He was eager to use each and every one of them on his now very vulnerable friend. At Rich's request, Ann had worn a sleveless top that exposed her midsection and a pair of low-cut shorts. There would be little protection for her once he began.
By the time Ann was secured in the stocks, a group of curious bystanders had begun to gather. They thought that this was going to be just another demonstration set up by fair organizers. Rich realized what they were thinking and decided to indulge them. As he made his final preparations, he began a running commentary for the crowd.
"Ladies and gentlemen, inthe days when stocks were used, there was a simpler idea of justice and punishment. A young lady, like my victim here, who was caught flirting or doing some other unseemly activity was quickly and strictly dealt with. Once placed into the stocks, the young woman would be subject to tickle torture for whatever length of time she had been sentenced to or until the crowd gathered in the public square with her asked for mercy.
Several excited chuckles emerged from the crowd as they now realized what they were about to witness. Ann was growing very nervous at this point, not knowing how far Rich would go with this or how much she'd actually be able to take. Seeing the enthusiasm of the crowd, Rich decided to enlist their services. He had one man stand by at the box of pies, announcing to the crowd that the safe word that Ann had chosen was "pie". When she was reaching her limit with the tickling, she was to say this word in order to get a break from it. The catch was that, each time, she would get one of the pies in the face.
By the time Rich was ready to begin, he had the crowd eating out of the palms of his hands. "We won't be needing these now. Will we?!", he joked as he flipped the sandals off her feet. Finally, with all the flair of his introduction, he drew out two soft plumes, holding them high in the air for all to see. As the crowd stirred and chuckled, he slowly lowered them to Ann's feet. She jumped and let out a yelp as they made contact, causing a cheer to araise from the crowd. "AAAAAAAAAHHH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOO!!! DON'T! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Ann laughed in earnest, thrashing to and fro as he began to mercilessly tickle her bare feet.
A few minutes later, Ann was growing breathless and finally cried out, "PIE!" A moment later, a young boy from the crowd came up and shoved one of the custard pies in her face. The crowd roared in approval, acting to spur Rich on.
After giving her a quick break, Rich started in on Ann once again. This time, he used two little artist brushes. "Concentrates the sensation!", he commented to the crowd as he began to swirl the brushes round and round all over her feet. Ann squeeled and wiggled her toes in a desperate attempt to avoid them. "AAAAAAAHHH!!! HELLLLLP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOHAHAPPP!!! PLEHEEHEEHEEASE!!! NO MORE TICKLING!!!", she begged. But, there was no escape. On and on he went, saveagely tickling her soles, toes, ankles and tops of her feet. Nothing was left untouched by the brushes. AAAAAAAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEEHEEASE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Ann was laughing hysterically and again gasping for breath. Once again, she cried out, "PIE!" As before, she then got a pie in the face.
Nearly an hour later, after several similar rounds using feathers, brushes, a quill pen, an electric toothbrush and more, the custard from the pies was splattered all over Ann...including on her belly. Someone from the crowd decided to have some fun. He brought over a hungry kitten that had been wandering through the fairgrounds looking for food. He placed the cat on top of Ann and stepped back. As Rich was starting back in on Ann's feet, the kitten began to lick the custard off her belly. The sensation was so intense that Ann screamed and thrashed wildly trying to get away. "AAAAAAAH!!! HEHEHELLLLLLPPP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEEHEEASE!!!" Though momentarily startled, the kitten was hungry enough to remain there, licking away at ther quivering belly. This brought a loud cheer from the crowd.
Taking the cat's lead, Rich decided to treat himself by going at her feet in similar fashion. He knealt down and began nibbling her toes. Then, two daring young men from the crowd stepped forward and joined in the fun. One went at her underarms, while the other went for her belly and sides. Ann went wild as the combined sensations proved too much to handle. "NOOOOO! NO! NO! NO! NO!!! PLEHEEHEEASE!!! STOHAHAHAHAHAPPP!!! OH GOD!!! PLEHEHEEASE!!! NOHOHO MOHOHORE!!!" She screamed and laughed in hysterics, totally overcome by ticklish agony.
Rich was enjoying himself so much that he failed to notice just how much this was getting to her. Finally, the crowd began to chant "Mercy". Hearing this, Rich finally stopped and released Ann, helpiing her to her feet and giving her a hug before a cheering crowd.
The crowd finally began to disperse as Ann sat down on the bench. She was too exhausted to go anywhere just yet. As she sat there, a man stepped forward with a smile asking, "So, when's the next show?" Ann just rolled her eyes and winced.
by Ann
Rich and Ann were friends from online. They found that they shared some commono interests. Among those interests was the annual Renaissance Fair. They decided that it would be fun to meet in person. So, since they both enjoyed the fair, they chose to meet there.
When the day arrived, Rich and Ann met at the designated place near the fair grounds. They were both happy to finally be meeting and having this opportunity to spend some time together. They exchanged a friendly hug. Then, they proceeded to the gate.
For about an hour, they wandered through the grounds, enjoying the sites. Then, they came accross something that made them both giggle with excitement. They'd found a pair of stocks.
Rich had shared with Ann long before this day how he loved women's feet...especially ticklish ones. He'd often teased about wanting to get her in a set of stocks and have some fun. Ann, in turn, had shared how much she loved tickling and being tickled. Seeing the stocks right there in front of them brought those conversations to mind. They would definately have to return to this spot before the day was over!
After strolling through the grounds for another couple of hours, they decided to grab something to eat. To their surprise and amusement, there was a booth near the eatery where people could pay for the opportunity to throw a custard pie into the face of a volunteer. They were a bit surprised that business at the booth seemed rather slow. This was another thing that Rich had admitted a fondness for. The wheels in his mind began to turn.
As they ate, they chatted and clowned about the coincidence of finding both of his pet activities so close to one another. They decided that it might be fun to live out a fantasy that he'd shared with her. So, once they'd finished their meal, they decided to see if it could work out. Things had been quite slow at the pie-in-the-face booth. So, the woman was pleased to cooperate with the request for several of her pies to be used by the same people. She was a bit puzzled, however, to hear that they were to be taken elsewhere for use.
Once the pies had been placed in a box for them, Rich and Ann headed over to the set of stocks. Since they were intended only as a display, there were very few people around them. Nobody thought to question them as they approached to try them out.
There were tow pairs of stocks, one being for the hands and the other for the feet. A bench was also there for the victim to lay on. Once secured in the stocks, the person's feet would be out in front of them and their arms stretched well above the head. There was also a belt on the bench. Once fastened accross the hips, movement would be very limitted.
This was how Ann ended up positiooned. Rich had made quick work of the restraints, lest she have time to reconsider. They'd laughed and joked about this for months. Now, he had his chance...and he wasn't about to give it up! He'd come well prepared with a bag full of tickling instruments. He was eager to use each and every one of them on his now very vulnerable friend. At Rich's request, Ann had worn a sleveless top that exposed her midsection and a pair of low-cut shorts. There would be little protection for her once he began.
By the time Ann was secured in the stocks, a group of curious bystanders had begun to gather. They thought that this was going to be just another demonstration set up by fair organizers. Rich realized what they were thinking and decided to indulge them. As he made his final preparations, he began a running commentary for the crowd.
"Ladies and gentlemen, inthe days when stocks were used, there was a simpler idea of justice and punishment. A young lady, like my victim here, who was caught flirting or doing some other unseemly activity was quickly and strictly dealt with. Once placed into the stocks, the young woman would be subject to tickle torture for whatever length of time she had been sentenced to or until the crowd gathered in the public square with her asked for mercy.
Several excited chuckles emerged from the crowd as they now realized what they were about to witness. Ann was growing very nervous at this point, not knowing how far Rich would go with this or how much she'd actually be able to take. Seeing the enthusiasm of the crowd, Rich decided to enlist their services. He had one man stand by at the box of pies, announcing to the crowd that the safe word that Ann had chosen was "pie". When she was reaching her limit with the tickling, she was to say this word in order to get a break from it. The catch was that, each time, she would get one of the pies in the face.
By the time Rich was ready to begin, he had the crowd eating out of the palms of his hands. "We won't be needing these now. Will we?!", he joked as he flipped the sandals off her feet. Finally, with all the flair of his introduction, he drew out two soft plumes, holding them high in the air for all to see. As the crowd stirred and chuckled, he slowly lowered them to Ann's feet. She jumped and let out a yelp as they made contact, causing a cheer to araise from the crowd. "AAAAAAAAAHHH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOO!!! DON'T! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Ann laughed in earnest, thrashing to and fro as he began to mercilessly tickle her bare feet.
A few minutes later, Ann was growing breathless and finally cried out, "PIE!" A moment later, a young boy from the crowd came up and shoved one of the custard pies in her face. The crowd roared in approval, acting to spur Rich on.
After giving her a quick break, Rich started in on Ann once again. This time, he used two little artist brushes. "Concentrates the sensation!", he commented to the crowd as he began to swirl the brushes round and round all over her feet. Ann squeeled and wiggled her toes in a desperate attempt to avoid them. "AAAAAAAHHH!!! HELLLLLP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOHAHAPPP!!! PLEHEEHEEHEEASE!!! NO MORE TICKLING!!!", she begged. But, there was no escape. On and on he went, saveagely tickling her soles, toes, ankles and tops of her feet. Nothing was left untouched by the brushes. AAAAAAAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEEHEEASE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Ann was laughing hysterically and again gasping for breath. Once again, she cried out, "PIE!" As before, she then got a pie in the face.
Nearly an hour later, after several similar rounds using feathers, brushes, a quill pen, an electric toothbrush and more, the custard from the pies was splattered all over Ann...including on her belly. Someone from the crowd decided to have some fun. He brought over a hungry kitten that had been wandering through the fairgrounds looking for food. He placed the cat on top of Ann and stepped back. As Rich was starting back in on Ann's feet, the kitten began to lick the custard off her belly. The sensation was so intense that Ann screamed and thrashed wildly trying to get away. "AAAAAAAH!!! HEHEHELLLLLLPPP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEEHEEASE!!!" Though momentarily startled, the kitten was hungry enough to remain there, licking away at ther quivering belly. This brought a loud cheer from the crowd.
Taking the cat's lead, Rich decided to treat himself by going at her feet in similar fashion. He knealt down and began nibbling her toes. Then, two daring young men from the crowd stepped forward and joined in the fun. One went at her underarms, while the other went for her belly and sides. Ann went wild as the combined sensations proved too much to handle. "NOOOOO! NO! NO! NO! NO!!! PLEHEEHEEASE!!! STOHAHAHAHAHAPPP!!! OH GOD!!! PLEHEHEEASE!!! NOHOHO MOHOHORE!!!" She screamed and laughed in hysterics, totally overcome by ticklish agony.
Rich was enjoying himself so much that he failed to notice just how much this was getting to her. Finally, the crowd began to chant "Mercy". Hearing this, Rich finally stopped and released Ann, helpiing her to her feet and giving her a hug before a cheering crowd.
The crowd finally began to disperse as Ann sat down on the bench. She was too exhausted to go anywhere just yet. As she sat there, a man stepped forward with a smile asking, "So, when's the next show?" Ann just rolled her eyes and winced.
So tell me, when are you and Drew planning on visiting a Renaisance Fair? I'll spring for a couple of the pies. 
