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Moved from the non-tickling story section. I might review the original and take out the tickling. Zoe will be tickled more and with less mercy at the castle event....
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Zoe ran barefoot along the shoreline the morning sea breeze filling her lungs and pulling at her pony tail. Zoe was extremely athletic with long shapely legs and long dark hair that could never decide whether it was curly or straight and stayed somewhere in between; this annoyed Zoe who would have settled for either. She wore three quarters length jogging trousers and a sports top her exercise keeping the early morning chill at bay. Her feet were cold. She had left her trainers and a towel in their usual hiding place. They would be safe in plain view though, it was too early for anyone to steal them. Zoe had watched the sunrise on her warm-up walk to the beach as she wished the swimming pool would open before 5:30am. She would go swimming after her run instead.
Zoe had always been energetic which had been a problem in school apart from Sports which she excelled at. She was determined and had worked hard to get the grades to work towards becoming a personal trainer, this had proven a challenge in Science, but she had persevered. She had hated her history teacher who was so dull she could never focus or sit still during lessons. This was a shame because she had always enjoyed visiting castles as a child especially during those events where people dressed up.
Zoe slowed as the good patch of sand came to an end and stopped to do her stretches. She normally ran on springy grass, hating running tracks and knowing full well the health risks running on concrete and hard surfaces posed. During her studies since leaving school she had been massaged by students practising for physiotherapy certificate at the same sports college. They had identified the familiar issues in her lower back and passed the message along to her supervisor when she didn't listen.... With horrifying consequences!
Zoe had continued to insist upon making four laps of her regular route around campus, that was until her supervisor Katie had volunteered her to another training centre this time for reflexology. Zoe had cringed and squirmed as countless strangers touched her feet. Zoe was very ticklish and hated having her feet touched by anyone. Her supervisor had learnt this when Zoe: ever wanting a go at every course, signed up to an extra-curricular martial arts club. She had done quite well until aiming a kick at an experienced opponent who grabbed her ankle with one hand and proceeded to tickle her captive foot with the other. The result delighted the class, who had witnessed this trick several times but never known such a vicious kicker reduced to such helpless laughter so quickly, Zoe collapsed within seconds and became helpless unable to use her strength or poise to defend herself from the wicked middle-aged woman and her sharp scratchy nails.
Zoe had never returned to the martial arts club, her response to the quick tickles that incapacitated her led to a subsequent hellish tickle session on the mats at the end of the session. Her initial response led the prankster to tickle her for long than usual until she collapsed in a fit of giggles unable to control herself, this was not enough for Tracy who found several co-conspirators and plotted at the lesson continued. At the end of the lesson Tracy with several accomplices snuck up on Zoe as she was stretching. Zoe held one foot at a time to stretch out her Quadriceps, starting her cool-down routine. Suddenly five sharp nails scrambled across her arch. Seconds later her ribs and sides were simultaneously tickled. As she collapse Zoe's tormentors seized her and guided her onto the nearby blue mats the instructor had yet to put away. Before too long everyone had to come and tickle the lively ninja! Zoe's long hair started to escape her pony tail as she thrashed and screamed. There was no escape for Zoe though. Despite being extremely agile and possessing a wiry strength her tormentors took it in turns to pin her down so that others could tickle her. Zoe did not know how long her tickle session had lasted but hated every second as much as she hated defeat. First they had pinned her down on her back pulling out her arms and legs in a star position before rolling her over so they could sit on her. Her upper body and legs received a merciless tickling through her white karate kit but it was her feet that proved the favourite spot. One at a time each of Zoe's tormentors had a turn at her 'sweet-spot' until tears filled her eyes and her screams were replaced by a horrible silent laughter that accompanied a level of torment Zoe never thought possible. Eventually the instructor stepped in having lingered whilst packing away. Had he not intervened the twelve other members of his club would have kept tickling her until the next group arrived to use the hall.
"Well that's one new member who will never come back to my Dojo!" He thought....
Damn that Tracy! Why does she have to use her tickle trick on newbies! It scares them off!"
The next week Zoe's supervisor Katie asked her;
"So going to your martial arts club tonight?" The Crimson haired temptress teased grinning.
Zoe just shook her head remembering the horrible tickling and unforgettable defeat. Katie grinned, she had heard about Zoe's ticklish exploits and had an evil scheme. Katie was in her late twenties almost a decade older than Zoe, she looked after herself but was no match for Zoe's vibrant enthusiasm. She had eventually settled on this job by being vaguely sporty and training to be a teacher before realising her hatred of long hours and bratty kids. Managing these endorphin driven goddesses was ideal for Katie, she rarely supervised the testosterone fuelled male body builders finding their egotism and odour tiresome and repellent. Still they were worth a look, Katie got to spend the day stealing glances at both men and women striving for a state of physical perfection her clear pale complexion and unnaturally bright crimson hair gave her as a bonus. As Zoe bounced away to make her daily laps around her concrete floored well stamped route Katie raised one eyebrow and contemplated Zoe's reputed ticklishness. She remembered what her friend Jackie had said about some of her trainees struggling to relax their potential client when taking her reflexology course down the road.
The next week Zoe squirmed as an assortment of would-be reflexologists touched and tickled her feet. She was sure some of them were doing it on purpose! A dreadlocked hippy chick in Camouflage was the worse than the five or six so far! she had strangely calloused and ridged fingertips. After her a guy with dreadlocks also caused her to squirm although this time he at least tried not to. Zoe just focused on a patch in the patterned carpet and tried to relax resisting the irrepressible urge to giggle as his comparatively soft fingertip caressed her feet. Jackie guided and directed him saying things like;
"Now Sam, be gentle with that spot it influences her Chie" In her soothing voice.
Despite having to work extra hard to get a C in Science Zoe detested this pseudo-science; 'How was touching her feet supposed to relax or help her!'
"So which area's help her lower back?" Katie asked from behind Sam
Zoe seethed: 'How had she let Katie talk her into this!' she thought.
"Well I will show you when Sam is finished" Jackie replied, oblivious to the cruel nature of the favour she had returned to Katie who had lent her money when she was last short on her rent.
Zoe's squirms and repulsion continued as she fidgeted on the massage table until Sam had finished his tutorial.
"Well essentially the arches are all connected to the Hamstring and the lower back" Jackie explained.
"Uh-huh!" Katie feigned interest hungrily eying her student's delicious arches.
"...So it is best to use a long stroke moving from just above the heels to just below the balls of the feet detecting the areas of stress and working them out" Katie continued.
"Like this?" Katie asked, slowly drawing her short but effective nails up Zoe's soft arches.
"Ahhh! Nooo!" Zoe Screamed thrashing around and almost tipping the massage table over.
"No!" Jackie added... "You gently use your fingertips?" The gentle hippy was bewildered how Jackie didn't know this having watched almost all of her students treat Zoe for around twenty minutes.
"Ah okay! So like this?" Katie asked gentle fluttering her fingertips over Zoe's soft soles she had quickly returned to their position.
"Ahhh! Ha-Ha-ha...Ka-ha-ha-ha-atie! Stop!" Zoe begged struggling to free herself but only reducing her torture by causing Katie to trap her feet by grabbing her ankles and them pushing down onto the soft padding.
"You’re tickling her!" Jackie stated, more amazed than angry.
"Yeah! I think it’s good for her!" Katie replied.
"Okay?" Jackie stumbled, astounded at her friend's unusual behaviour.
Zoe was too weak to make an effective struggle, normally she was quick and strong with lightning reflexes and cat's grace but the tickling had incapacitated her and she beats against the massage table.
"I hope she doesn't damage my equipment!" Was all Jackie could say.
"I can help with that!" Jackie's one remaining student piped up: an 18 year old blonde with an evil grin.
"Erm...." Jackie stumbled as Lena; a normally quiet straw-haired temptress bounded forwards to use her paisley silk scarf to secure Zoe's wrists under the massage table.
"Now Zoe my dear...." Katie started slowing her torment to an evil examination of Zoe's arches and Lena grabbed her toes and used the hair-bobble round her wrist to tie them together
".... I think we need to talk about your running on concrete!" Katie continued.
"NYAAAH! PLEASE STOP!" Zoe begged as Lena joined the fun, holding Zoe's toes with one hand and tickling her with the other.
"WHA.....ARHHH.....IIIIII....AAAAH!" Was all Zoe could manage, the tickling pushing her beyond her limit.
"So as you know running on hard surfaces like concrete is bad for your back, especially as frequently as you do! I explained this to you but you didn't seem to take my advice" Jackie continued.
Zoe had reached the point of silent laughter again whilst Jackie stood back astounded, Lena just smirked. The rest of the students had left and thought the torture laughter came from the ticklish girl they had all failed to treat properly having already been criticised by Jackie.
"So will you take my advice now, and spare yourself future back problems?" Katie asked sweetly
"Ye-es... Ye-he-es!" Zoe begged her voice a hoarse whisper.
"Okay well I think Blondie here still needs her lesson! So will leave you on that table". Katie added, not sure when Lena had used her necklace to pull the hair-tie around Zoe's toes back.
"Katie, I... erm..." Jackie started.
"You know that months rent you owe me?" Katie interrupted.
"Yes" Jackie replied, the debt hanging heavy over her head.
"Forget about it! Just keep this one here until Lena has had her lesson and I make sure I have tickled some sense into her". Katie finished.
Zoe needed a back massage from Jackie who noted the tension in her lower back and assured Zoe that Katie had caught it just in time....
"You run downhill too, don't you!" Jackie asked, knowing her craft.
Lena took her lesson varying between the correct method Jackie had taught her and the tickling she was usually forced to include in small doses but could now intermittently inflict to full effect.
"Like this?" Lena would ask.... "So not like this!" would follow as Lena played her fun game, Jackie grew tired of saying yes to the correct technique and grew frustrated with this silly game.
Katie gave Zoe another tickle making her promise to follow her direction and to keep this little game a secret....
"I have fingers in many pies!" Katie threatened using all ten fingers on Zoe's trapped soles.
Zoe shuddered remembering the horrific torture and forced herself to stretch out her quads. She was averse to doing the stretch after the incident at the karate club or whatever martial art it was. She had moved it from the start of her routine to the end having checked that absolutely nobody was around to tickle her. She resumed her run along the beach running back to her shoes the sand feeling good despite being cold and wet. She hated being tickled but the feel of and between her toes was good; like dipping her hand in a bag full of grain or seeds. She had done this once at an event at a castle as a child; those shows were so great, we couldn't history lesson with Mr Humphrey have been more like that. As she ran her thought moved from her recent tickle torture to a similar memory, a year or two back when on a trip down memory lane she watch a group of performers at a castle show a set of stocks and describe a rack and iron maiden along with various other torture instruments that weren't there. Just as the first children were started to get squeamish the main performer asked....
"So who thinks the stocks are so bad!" He was greeted by silence at first as the crowd remembered the sadistic rant he had barely interrupted in time.
"Well if we don't have a volunteer for the stocks perhaps we shall have to get the organ grinder!" He declared.
"Here's a volunteer!" someone shouted raising their friend’s hand.
After a quick scuffle in which the victim tried to pull her arm down and protest a compromise was reached.
"Well our set has eight holes so that's four ankles four wrists and two of you!" He proudly summed up.
To the jeers of their friends and the rest of the crowd the two girls in their late teens approached. One was a tall gangly blonde the other a petite and quick eyed brunette who had volunteered her awkward but pretty friend. Each was secured in the stocks and the lock turned, there was no padlock but a latch was turned keeping the stocks closed. The young Zoe watched entranced, the sixteen year old was horrified but unable to look away. The nineteen year old Zoe remembered the scene whilst running along the beach where a week or so before similar scene was beheld by many in more reasonable hours. She tried not to think about her own ticklish experiences but lately had been having nightmares where she was trapped in those stocks, there was something about being powerless and unable to fight back! It had started with that woman defeating her at the karate club and then Katie's cruel trick... Katie! Zoe and her had been such good friend's! Zoe had dismissed her friend's threats before the incident out of hand but had taken to wearing ankle socks instead of bare-feet in her trainers. Katie had threatened to line her trainers with itching powder if she didn't stop running on concrete a few days before the reflexology incident... What was that devious red-head capable of?...
Zoe's shuddered and tried to think of something else, however her distressed mind just returned to her memories of that day at the castle....
"Now what can we do with these two lovely ladies?!" The man in medieval dress asked the crowd gesturing to the shy Blonde and the impish Brunette.....
He was met with the usual silence.
"We can pelt them with rotten fruit...." he continued used to the Initial British reluctance for audience participation...
A few people laughed and joked amongst themselves but did not answer the man who strutted and pontificated...
"Do you have any rotten fruit?" He asked, finally getting some engagement from the crowd who answer 'No' & 'Left it all at home'.
"Well them we will just have to tickle them!" The man gleefully declared having cunningly positioned himself by the blonde's feet.
Both girls screamed and tried to escape as their feet were tickled through their sandals which were eventually removed. The tickling did not last long to the regret of the crowd and the other performers that latter of which joined in.
'Wish I could do that for longer but it would land us in trouble!' All of the performers thought as the two teens were released.
"Did you enjoy that Em’?!" The brunette asked.
"Yeah!" The tall blonde answered in a slight daze, she had been unable to stand the finger tickles but when the solider used the plume from his helmet it felt... Good!
Emily's friend gave her a quizzical look unaware she had put Emily on the path to discover her tickling fetish a few years later at the beach where Zoe would later run, also unaware of the similarity of her thoughts to the tickle troupes former show.
Zoe brushed the sand from her feet. She hated doing this! Her feet were so sensitive and the scratchy sand drove her mad! With the abrasive particles even her own fingertips made Zoe cringe. Zoe finished brushing the soft dry sand that had coated her wet feet and used a small flannel-like towel to ensure that no sand would get in her expensive trainers. She did not buy them for vanity but because she wore through cheap ones within a few weeks. She folded the bag and towel and placed them in her pockets, her brightly coloured trainers were her most prized possession and she would not ruin them with sea-water or sand: once it got in there you couldn't get it out... She jumped up from her position on the concrete walkway at the edge of the beach and started to make her way to the swimming pool which would be opening soon. Before leaving the beach something caught her eye, a poster showing some kind of medieval tent... Zoe got a closer look and noticed the Words 'Miss Us?'....
Yes!... Yes! She had missed their show... And there was something about an event at a castle! Zoe tore of one of the little slips at the bottom and put it in her wallet, excited at the chance to relive her childhood dreams of princesses and Knights. She always wanted to both and never understood why she couldn't have a pretty dress and swing a sword. As she contemplated the fun the event could bring Zoe strode through town to the swimming pool a mere half mile from the beach, she hated the fact she had to walk instead of run but sullenly dawdled past the juice shop she worked at to fund her studies but dare not disobey Katie. It was unlikely that her mentor would find out of course but Zoe had dreamt of the Redhead tickling her feet in those stocks at the castle and the run hadn't shaken it from her mind. She managed to think instead about the event she had found the flyer for instead, naturally that led her back to her memories of that Summer three years ago of the stocks but she also remember all the other fun times. There was something about those girls in the stocks though... She had enjoyed the trips as a child but kept going alone after that incident, more often! She would always look around for the stocks hoping to get another chance to see other victims locked I t hem and ticked and dreading that she would be picked.
Zoe eventually reached the swimming pool and went to her locker where she kept her things, she was a frequent swimmer so decided to invest in one not wanting to miss a swim due to not having her swimsuit. She selected a black set from the many in this phase of their cycle through the laundry with her other gym clothes which outnumber her casual and smart ones around six to one. There was only one pair of flip-flops which Zoe exchanged for her pristine trainers and made her way tot he showers. She hated it when people went barefoot pool-side this was a swimming pool not a Verruca exchange!
As Zoe began her many lengths she went into a Zen state. The pool slowly filled around her, she was always the first one in and on her days off left long after the early bird group for the elderly. Naturally she went and got a coffee when the children's session began but free of work and study she was free to return to swim, which to be fair to Katie was the best form of exercise for her back which she had noticed had started to ache. Free of her concerns her brain made up for the lack of rest her disturbed night of sleep. Zoe always got up at dawn but today had slunk past drunks to get to the beach before sunrise. She knew if she went back to sleep she would dream of being tickled again. She rested during the repetitive length by hooking her toes under the metal bat at the shallow end and letting her body relax enjoying the way the way her body moved with the water. Her legs were tight too so she turned around to hold the metal bar with her hands kicking out and holding them out pointing with her toes. She did this many times unaware of the looks it brought as her tanned legs and perfect feet rose out of the water slightly to become clear from the twisted writhing distorted impression of loveliness that the water alluded to in its ripples.
All of a sudden Zoe shrieked as something tickled her feet, she splashed around her hours of grace replaced by a moment of frantic panic. She sighed and panted, aware of the stares her outburst had earned her. Had she fallen asleep, did that really happen? She thought. She swam though her concerns until she convinced herself it was all in her mind. Zoe’s bad-back began to complain so she stretched out again keeping her toes under the bar this time. In the second lane she focused on her breathing. Suddenly her trapped high arches were explored again from the gap between the tiles and the soft skin that twitched and tried to escape. As she screamed and struggled she tried desperately to escape but from her position it was impossible for her to free her toes. After what seemed like an eternity but was really only a few seconds the lifeguard blew his whistle.
"Is everything alright?" He asked.
Zoe stuttered still shocked by the sudden ticklish assault.
"Yes what's wrong dear?" The voice of a sweet old woman asked.
"I...I" Zoe stuttered.
"Now my niece has epilepsy but it only affects her around water..." The voice of an older woman to Zoe's other side chipped in.
"Best you go and have a lie-down dear!" The first voice answered.
As Zoe got out of the pool to take a shower she looked back. She couldn't believe it! It was the woman who tickled her at karate!
Zoe took her shower and headed home, she had been humiliated again and was both enraged and distraught. She fought back tears as the water coursed over her afraid that her tormentor would see the effect of her cruel nails and fingertips. As Zoe dried herself off and re-donned her running clothes she felt woozy. How much had she really slept? And how many lengths had she swum? What time was it? As she lay down on the bench she wondered if her breakfast was enough, she knew about nutrition and worked hard to maintain the many calories necessary to maintain her active lifestyle without absorbing too many fats or toxins but what time did the clock say before she left the pool, was it two or four was it in 24 hour time?. As the room swirled Zoe realised she had been swimming like the devil was chasing her, why did she always run? Who was she running from?
Zoe dreamed again of being tickling, her usual nightmares were replaced with a dream of her running. Behind her was a snapping pair of stocks that approached slowly like a malevolent alligator; Zoe tried to run faster but her legs felt like they were weighed down and surrounded by treacle. She began sinking struggling ever terrified of being powerless and trapped. As her dreams returned to that of tickling the many faces changes from Katie to Lena and even Jackie. Most frequently though the face of the middle aged woman who had trapped her ankle and more recently tickled her as she tried to relax at the edge of the pool. Zoe struggled but could not escape, the stocks changed to one of those thingies that stretched people..... Around her many ticklers pored over her and she was unable to move. Zoe didn't notice the seam in her dream when she returned to the stocks, eventually in her fevered dreams she noticed that the woman tickling her was... Her!
Zoe was running again, this time as she looked over her shoulder it was not always the snapping stocks in pursuit but a tall brunette with the straight hair she always wanted and a slightly prettier face. No matter how fast Zoe ran her evil pursuer was right behind her. Suddenly she was freed from the awful invisible mud that trapped her ankles fast and kicked out. Her ankle was grabbed and the changing room returned to half clarity as the middle aged woman came into semi-focus...
"Why are you sleeping here? Silly ticklish girl!" Tracy teased.
"Stop!" Zoe begged.
"Where you waiting for me to tickle your feet?" Tracy teased more.
Zoe giggled and squirmed her dream replaced with a genuine tickle torture. The tickling did not last long as Tracy caught dirty glance form a mother of two young girls emerging from the pool. Tracy considered continuing her fun but didn't want to be banned from the pool. The Mother was pretty though a real MILT Tracy thought to herself watching her pad barefoot into the shower in her conservative cosy holding her two girls hands tightly guiding them away from the strange woman.
Zoe hugged her knees on longed for her flip flops that had fallen off in response to the woman's tickling...
"What's the matter?" Tracy asked noticing the tears.
Zoe just shook her head.
"Did you not want to be tickled? I saw you laying down and assumed you had been waiting for me..." Tracy continued realising how stupid she had been and lowering her voice to avoid the MILT overhearing her.
Zoe was confused, this woman was evil she had defeated her, and such failure could never be forgiven.
"Oh I'm sorry! I thought you liked it!" Tracy whispered.
Zoe shyly looked away.
Tracy considered offering the pretty girl a chance to tickle her, perhaps at the karate club but didn't want to be accused of soliciting....
"I'm really sorry... You know some people like to be tickled like that..."
Zoe looked up confused. How could anyone enjoy such torture and humiliation Zoe thought to herself as she walked home.
She truly had lost track of time, she had no idea how long she had been swimming and how long her doze had lost her before the woman whose name she had learnt to be Tracy had tickled her silly.
Tracy had followed her out nervously trying to make amends. After revealing her name she tried to help the distressed young girl.
"I have seen you running..." Tracy revealed, suddenly giving away her stalker's tendencies and cursing herself.
"....You always run so fast...." Tracy babbled...
"Like you're trying to get away from something..."
Zoe mumbled wishing the deranged woman would leave her alone...
"I once knew a young man who ran like you...." Tracy continued....
"Oh really!" Zoe continued getting annoyed at the woman's refusal to take the hint.
"He...He...He... had nothing to run from really..." Tracy stuttered noticing the stares from the high street but needing to help the young girl she had distressed.
"...Except for himself!" Tracy shouted unable to keep up with Zoe's swift powerwalk. It had been five years since her husband's heart-attack. He had never truly been able to accept his tickling fetish and despite the support of his loving wife the stress along with his alcohol and caffeine dependency had shortened his life: Denying Tracy many years of love and happy tickle induced laughter at the hands of the man she loved. She sighed as the Pretty Blonde marched away exactly like her Malcolm!....
Zoe paused slightly then dismissed the plump woman's words. She carried on home and collapsed into her bed and sank into a deep dreamless sleep. It didn't last long as her Mum returned home from work. She hadn't kept up her routine of washing her swimming and sports cloths, but she was more relaxed. Her Mum bumbled around chatting and not noticing her daughter's unusual distance. It wasn't until she mentioned Anna's party that Zoe perked up with a start. She had forgotten about the party. She quickly bounded upstairs to get changed, she text Anna to remind her of the time and relieved when she had time to get ready. Zoe made sure she ate remembered her earlier light-headedness and cursing that she: a personal trainer in training and expensive trainers! Had made such a stupid mistake. As Zoe text Anna making arrangements, she cursed as her friends reminder of 'No-Trainers!' Zoe dug out her one of her few pairs of shoes not for sport; a pair of elegant heels: black with the toes and heels covered but her arches mostly on display with crossed fabric strips. Zoe didn't like the idea and wanting something that covered all of her sensitive feet but Anna had bought her the shoes and she hadn't seen her ages, losing her to University. Anna and Zoe had annoyed Mr Humphreys by talking through his lessons and in detention Anna had taught Zoe about make-up and convinced her she was pretty. As she settled on a black pair of nylons Zoe remembered tickling Anna's feet in a similar pair at a sleep over before narrowly avoiding being tickled herself by being lithe and quick, Anna becoming the favoured victim.....
Why was she thinking about this? And why did she tickle Anna! She adored Anna!
Zoe thought of what the old woman had said about her running away from herself, she was always running and after a few drinks she did always want to tickle her friend's feet. Anna was her only victim since that time they first snuck a bottle of Lambrini up to Anna's room when Anna's parents were out and her Grandma asleep on the sofa, Zoe had got brave and tickled her feet. Rather than pull away Anna giggled and tried to keep her feet still.
Zoe stopped that train of thought, she couldn't think about that. She could never admit her secret fetish to anyone, not even to herself! She finished getting dressed secretly wanting to look pretty for Anna, as she transferred the contents of her wallet to her purse she found the leaflet entitled 'Miss us?'
'I've got time, just about...' Zoe thought. She quickly sent an e-mail to the address and was amazed at the quick response. It was an automated e-mail with a link. She opened the link and filled typed in the numbers to confirm she wasn't a robot. There was some kind of quiz thing... 'I'm in a hurry I'll skip it!' Zoe thought.
The page changed to a page with two boxes. One read 'return to quiz' The other: 'I'm lost get me out of here!'. There was some other text at the top but Zoe was in too much of a hurry to read it. She returned to the quiz and correctly identified the feather on a knight’s helmet as a plume. Next there was a picture of a monk holding a feather quill, easy enough Q U I L L… the dyslexic Zoe typed making sure that there were two L's using her computer's spellchecker. Finally there was a picture of a pair of stocks. Instead of the usual question the text read: 'What do all of these have in common?'
Zoe thought for a moment. All of them were medieval.... All could be at the castle.... She suddenly remembered her nightmares and in a moment of pure madness she typed in;
"All can be used for tkicle troture"... Not noticing the spell-mistakes as she quickly submitted her answer...
If asked later she would not know why she did it but it changed her life, possibly saving her from the same fate as Tracy's husband Malcolm.
Zoe had stopped drinking since leaving school and found she could not keep up with her old friends who university had hardened to the lurid cocktails they ordered as they danced. Zoe enjoyed dancing but hated the volume of the music. She found a pair of earplugs kept the noise to a level where the music sounded pleasant and she could hear her old friend's. But since the nice bartender she had missed checking her out only had the reflective kind wore by staff every conversation went along the lines of....
"Why are you wearing earplugs?!"
"Because the music's too loud!"
"What?!"
Zoe got bored, she tried to catch up with Anna, but her friend couldn't hear a word she was saying. Also being her 19th birthday Anna was having drinks poured down her throat and ended up kissing a variety of men and women but payed little attention to Zoe who felt like a spare wheel with all her more academically gifted but not-currently-so-clever friends share stories of "Uni" and "how drunk they got!"….
Zoe left early, the mediocre amount of alcohol in her blood making her head spin. She had drunk water and fruit juice by choice but had drinks bought for her and after her unusual day felt very strange. Normally she kept a good handle on herself but from the get-go this day had been a write-off. Those dreams this morning were bad enough with the tickling and Anna....
...She had forgotten about that!
Zoe stumbled home confused and alone. Before collapsing in bed she realised she had left the computer switched on in her hurry to leave. She moved the mouse and in her drunken state typed her password rather than press the little button to switch it off. Her e-mail was still on the screen. A new message had arrived from the castle thing, she decided to open it and skim-read the message not taking much of it in, she made a note of the date on a post-it and carbon copied the directions to a text file. At the bottom was another link. She clicked on it almost half asleep already. It said something about payments, below were range of prices;
Green Feather = £10
Blue Feather = £300
Purple Feather = £500
Yellow feather = £50
Orange feather £100
White Feather = £1500
Extra's;
Pink Feather = £20
Red feather £30
Zoe was confused. She had skim read something about this, the words 'tactical simulation' were used a lot. Was that right? The dyslexic and drunk Zoe swayed her head. She had looked into joining groups like this before and hated the rules and bureaucracy. She just wanted a pretty dress and a sword but no! She either had to have one or the other!
She was just about to close the window and maybe look at it tomorrow when she suddenly decided ' Bollocks to it' and clicked on the Green one that was only a tenner! It changed to say she would have to complete payment tomorrow from another e-mail.... What was it with these people and e-mails!
Zoe collapsed and slept another dreamless sleep this time for long enough to satisfy the needs she had been denying her body. When she awoke she was thirsty and hung-over. She did not have work at the juice shop until the afternoon but did not study for her course or exercise as she had planned. Initially Zoe felt depressed that her routine was broken but it actually felt good to take the day off. She marked the date of the castle event on her wall calendar and made the payment ticking the box for the terms and agreements which she did not read. What was all that stuff about traction stimulation she thought, remembering the other e-mail but the link was no longer active....
Zoe resumed her routine, running swimming and striving to be better than herself without realising the impossibility of her task. The days went by and she excitedly anticipated the event. There was an e-mail for enquiries and she asked "will costumes be available or do I have to make my own?" A friendly reply said she could make her own if she wished but a range of historical and other attire would be available. Pleased with this reply she also asked after a couple of glasses of wine with her Mum... 'Will there be stocks and a demonstration of medieval torture devices'. Zoe was thrilled and relished the dream of putting Anna in stocks and tickling her sexy feet before catching herself and doing thirty push-ups in order to forget her fantasy.
An e-mail returned saying "Naturally and we look forwards to such delights". Betty was curious about the e-mail but assumed one of the patrons was particularly keen to be locked in stocks and 'demonstrated' whilst she was tickled. There were twelve e-mails an hour on average and keeping up with them was exhausting, particularly when patrons made complicated and detailed requests at the last minute.
"Good idea, perhaps we can facilitate that at our next event" had become a frequent response.
Betty considered that perhaps somehow, someone had slipped through the net and not realised what they were signing up for... But how could that possibly happen? Amy and Her had spent ages making the test and the contract you had to read before selecting your feathers....
She yawned and opened another e-mail whilst Simon tinkered with another tiny contraption. If the weekend would be half exhausting for this Zoe wearing her Green feather then she would spend almost the entire time being constantly tickled.....
Oh well as long as she's happy...
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Zoe ran barefoot along the shoreline the morning sea breeze filling her lungs and pulling at her pony tail. Zoe was extremely athletic with long shapely legs and long dark hair that could never decide whether it was curly or straight and stayed somewhere in between; this annoyed Zoe who would have settled for either. She wore three quarters length jogging trousers and a sports top her exercise keeping the early morning chill at bay. Her feet were cold. She had left her trainers and a towel in their usual hiding place. They would be safe in plain view though, it was too early for anyone to steal them. Zoe had watched the sunrise on her warm-up walk to the beach as she wished the swimming pool would open before 5:30am. She would go swimming after her run instead.
Zoe had always been energetic which had been a problem in school apart from Sports which she excelled at. She was determined and had worked hard to get the grades to work towards becoming a personal trainer, this had proven a challenge in Science, but she had persevered. She had hated her history teacher who was so dull she could never focus or sit still during lessons. This was a shame because she had always enjoyed visiting castles as a child especially during those events where people dressed up.
Zoe slowed as the good patch of sand came to an end and stopped to do her stretches. She normally ran on springy grass, hating running tracks and knowing full well the health risks running on concrete and hard surfaces posed. During her studies since leaving school she had been massaged by students practising for physiotherapy certificate at the same sports college. They had identified the familiar issues in her lower back and passed the message along to her supervisor when she didn't listen.... With horrifying consequences!
Zoe had continued to insist upon making four laps of her regular route around campus, that was until her supervisor Katie had volunteered her to another training centre this time for reflexology. Zoe had cringed and squirmed as countless strangers touched her feet. Zoe was very ticklish and hated having her feet touched by anyone. Her supervisor had learnt this when Zoe: ever wanting a go at every course, signed up to an extra-curricular martial arts club. She had done quite well until aiming a kick at an experienced opponent who grabbed her ankle with one hand and proceeded to tickle her captive foot with the other. The result delighted the class, who had witnessed this trick several times but never known such a vicious kicker reduced to such helpless laughter so quickly, Zoe collapsed within seconds and became helpless unable to use her strength or poise to defend herself from the wicked middle-aged woman and her sharp scratchy nails.
Zoe had never returned to the martial arts club, her response to the quick tickles that incapacitated her led to a subsequent hellish tickle session on the mats at the end of the session. Her initial response led the prankster to tickle her for long than usual until she collapsed in a fit of giggles unable to control herself, this was not enough for Tracy who found several co-conspirators and plotted at the lesson continued. At the end of the lesson Tracy with several accomplices snuck up on Zoe as she was stretching. Zoe held one foot at a time to stretch out her Quadriceps, starting her cool-down routine. Suddenly five sharp nails scrambled across her arch. Seconds later her ribs and sides were simultaneously tickled. As she collapse Zoe's tormentors seized her and guided her onto the nearby blue mats the instructor had yet to put away. Before too long everyone had to come and tickle the lively ninja! Zoe's long hair started to escape her pony tail as she thrashed and screamed. There was no escape for Zoe though. Despite being extremely agile and possessing a wiry strength her tormentors took it in turns to pin her down so that others could tickle her. Zoe did not know how long her tickle session had lasted but hated every second as much as she hated defeat. First they had pinned her down on her back pulling out her arms and legs in a star position before rolling her over so they could sit on her. Her upper body and legs received a merciless tickling through her white karate kit but it was her feet that proved the favourite spot. One at a time each of Zoe's tormentors had a turn at her 'sweet-spot' until tears filled her eyes and her screams were replaced by a horrible silent laughter that accompanied a level of torment Zoe never thought possible. Eventually the instructor stepped in having lingered whilst packing away. Had he not intervened the twelve other members of his club would have kept tickling her until the next group arrived to use the hall.
"Well that's one new member who will never come back to my Dojo!" He thought....
Damn that Tracy! Why does she have to use her tickle trick on newbies! It scares them off!"
The next week Zoe's supervisor Katie asked her;
"So going to your martial arts club tonight?" The Crimson haired temptress teased grinning.
Zoe just shook her head remembering the horrible tickling and unforgettable defeat. Katie grinned, she had heard about Zoe's ticklish exploits and had an evil scheme. Katie was in her late twenties almost a decade older than Zoe, she looked after herself but was no match for Zoe's vibrant enthusiasm. She had eventually settled on this job by being vaguely sporty and training to be a teacher before realising her hatred of long hours and bratty kids. Managing these endorphin driven goddesses was ideal for Katie, she rarely supervised the testosterone fuelled male body builders finding their egotism and odour tiresome and repellent. Still they were worth a look, Katie got to spend the day stealing glances at both men and women striving for a state of physical perfection her clear pale complexion and unnaturally bright crimson hair gave her as a bonus. As Zoe bounced away to make her daily laps around her concrete floored well stamped route Katie raised one eyebrow and contemplated Zoe's reputed ticklishness. She remembered what her friend Jackie had said about some of her trainees struggling to relax their potential client when taking her reflexology course down the road.
The next week Zoe squirmed as an assortment of would-be reflexologists touched and tickled her feet. She was sure some of them were doing it on purpose! A dreadlocked hippy chick in Camouflage was the worse than the five or six so far! she had strangely calloused and ridged fingertips. After her a guy with dreadlocks also caused her to squirm although this time he at least tried not to. Zoe just focused on a patch in the patterned carpet and tried to relax resisting the irrepressible urge to giggle as his comparatively soft fingertip caressed her feet. Jackie guided and directed him saying things like;
"Now Sam, be gentle with that spot it influences her Chie" In her soothing voice.
Despite having to work extra hard to get a C in Science Zoe detested this pseudo-science; 'How was touching her feet supposed to relax or help her!'
"So which area's help her lower back?" Katie asked from behind Sam
Zoe seethed: 'How had she let Katie talk her into this!' she thought.
"Well I will show you when Sam is finished" Jackie replied, oblivious to the cruel nature of the favour she had returned to Katie who had lent her money when she was last short on her rent.
Zoe's squirms and repulsion continued as she fidgeted on the massage table until Sam had finished his tutorial.
"Well essentially the arches are all connected to the Hamstring and the lower back" Jackie explained.
"Uh-huh!" Katie feigned interest hungrily eying her student's delicious arches.
"...So it is best to use a long stroke moving from just above the heels to just below the balls of the feet detecting the areas of stress and working them out" Katie continued.
"Like this?" Katie asked, slowly drawing her short but effective nails up Zoe's soft arches.
"Ahhh! Nooo!" Zoe Screamed thrashing around and almost tipping the massage table over.
"No!" Jackie added... "You gently use your fingertips?" The gentle hippy was bewildered how Jackie didn't know this having watched almost all of her students treat Zoe for around twenty minutes.
"Ah okay! So like this?" Katie asked gentle fluttering her fingertips over Zoe's soft soles she had quickly returned to their position.
"Ahhh! Ha-Ha-ha...Ka-ha-ha-ha-atie! Stop!" Zoe begged struggling to free herself but only reducing her torture by causing Katie to trap her feet by grabbing her ankles and them pushing down onto the soft padding.
"You’re tickling her!" Jackie stated, more amazed than angry.
"Yeah! I think it’s good for her!" Katie replied.
"Okay?" Jackie stumbled, astounded at her friend's unusual behaviour.
Zoe was too weak to make an effective struggle, normally she was quick and strong with lightning reflexes and cat's grace but the tickling had incapacitated her and she beats against the massage table.
"I hope she doesn't damage my equipment!" Was all Jackie could say.
"I can help with that!" Jackie's one remaining student piped up: an 18 year old blonde with an evil grin.
"Erm...." Jackie stumbled as Lena; a normally quiet straw-haired temptress bounded forwards to use her paisley silk scarf to secure Zoe's wrists under the massage table.
"Now Zoe my dear...." Katie started slowing her torment to an evil examination of Zoe's arches and Lena grabbed her toes and used the hair-bobble round her wrist to tie them together
".... I think we need to talk about your running on concrete!" Katie continued.
"NYAAAH! PLEASE STOP!" Zoe begged as Lena joined the fun, holding Zoe's toes with one hand and tickling her with the other.
"WHA.....ARHHH.....IIIIII....AAAAH!" Was all Zoe could manage, the tickling pushing her beyond her limit.
"So as you know running on hard surfaces like concrete is bad for your back, especially as frequently as you do! I explained this to you but you didn't seem to take my advice" Jackie continued.
Zoe had reached the point of silent laughter again whilst Jackie stood back astounded, Lena just smirked. The rest of the students had left and thought the torture laughter came from the ticklish girl they had all failed to treat properly having already been criticised by Jackie.
"So will you take my advice now, and spare yourself future back problems?" Katie asked sweetly
"Ye-es... Ye-he-es!" Zoe begged her voice a hoarse whisper.
"Okay well I think Blondie here still needs her lesson! So will leave you on that table". Katie added, not sure when Lena had used her necklace to pull the hair-tie around Zoe's toes back.
"Katie, I... erm..." Jackie started.
"You know that months rent you owe me?" Katie interrupted.
"Yes" Jackie replied, the debt hanging heavy over her head.
"Forget about it! Just keep this one here until Lena has had her lesson and I make sure I have tickled some sense into her". Katie finished.
Zoe needed a back massage from Jackie who noted the tension in her lower back and assured Zoe that Katie had caught it just in time....
"You run downhill too, don't you!" Jackie asked, knowing her craft.
Lena took her lesson varying between the correct method Jackie had taught her and the tickling she was usually forced to include in small doses but could now intermittently inflict to full effect.
"Like this?" Lena would ask.... "So not like this!" would follow as Lena played her fun game, Jackie grew tired of saying yes to the correct technique and grew frustrated with this silly game.
Katie gave Zoe another tickle making her promise to follow her direction and to keep this little game a secret....
"I have fingers in many pies!" Katie threatened using all ten fingers on Zoe's trapped soles.
Zoe shuddered remembering the horrific torture and forced herself to stretch out her quads. She was averse to doing the stretch after the incident at the karate club or whatever martial art it was. She had moved it from the start of her routine to the end having checked that absolutely nobody was around to tickle her. She resumed her run along the beach running back to her shoes the sand feeling good despite being cold and wet. She hated being tickled but the feel of and between her toes was good; like dipping her hand in a bag full of grain or seeds. She had done this once at an event at a castle as a child; those shows were so great, we couldn't history lesson with Mr Humphrey have been more like that. As she ran her thought moved from her recent tickle torture to a similar memory, a year or two back when on a trip down memory lane she watch a group of performers at a castle show a set of stocks and describe a rack and iron maiden along with various other torture instruments that weren't there. Just as the first children were started to get squeamish the main performer asked....
"So who thinks the stocks are so bad!" He was greeted by silence at first as the crowd remembered the sadistic rant he had barely interrupted in time.
"Well if we don't have a volunteer for the stocks perhaps we shall have to get the organ grinder!" He declared.
"Here's a volunteer!" someone shouted raising their friend’s hand.
After a quick scuffle in which the victim tried to pull her arm down and protest a compromise was reached.
"Well our set has eight holes so that's four ankles four wrists and two of you!" He proudly summed up.
To the jeers of their friends and the rest of the crowd the two girls in their late teens approached. One was a tall gangly blonde the other a petite and quick eyed brunette who had volunteered her awkward but pretty friend. Each was secured in the stocks and the lock turned, there was no padlock but a latch was turned keeping the stocks closed. The young Zoe watched entranced, the sixteen year old was horrified but unable to look away. The nineteen year old Zoe remembered the scene whilst running along the beach where a week or so before similar scene was beheld by many in more reasonable hours. She tried not to think about her own ticklish experiences but lately had been having nightmares where she was trapped in those stocks, there was something about being powerless and unable to fight back! It had started with that woman defeating her at the karate club and then Katie's cruel trick... Katie! Zoe and her had been such good friend's! Zoe had dismissed her friend's threats before the incident out of hand but had taken to wearing ankle socks instead of bare-feet in her trainers. Katie had threatened to line her trainers with itching powder if she didn't stop running on concrete a few days before the reflexology incident... What was that devious red-head capable of?...
Zoe's shuddered and tried to think of something else, however her distressed mind just returned to her memories of that day at the castle....
"Now what can we do with these two lovely ladies?!" The man in medieval dress asked the crowd gesturing to the shy Blonde and the impish Brunette.....
He was met with the usual silence.
"We can pelt them with rotten fruit...." he continued used to the Initial British reluctance for audience participation...
A few people laughed and joked amongst themselves but did not answer the man who strutted and pontificated...
"Do you have any rotten fruit?" He asked, finally getting some engagement from the crowd who answer 'No' & 'Left it all at home'.
"Well them we will just have to tickle them!" The man gleefully declared having cunningly positioned himself by the blonde's feet.
Both girls screamed and tried to escape as their feet were tickled through their sandals which were eventually removed. The tickling did not last long to the regret of the crowd and the other performers that latter of which joined in.
'Wish I could do that for longer but it would land us in trouble!' All of the performers thought as the two teens were released.
"Did you enjoy that Em’?!" The brunette asked.
"Yeah!" The tall blonde answered in a slight daze, she had been unable to stand the finger tickles but when the solider used the plume from his helmet it felt... Good!
Emily's friend gave her a quizzical look unaware she had put Emily on the path to discover her tickling fetish a few years later at the beach where Zoe would later run, also unaware of the similarity of her thoughts to the tickle troupes former show.
Zoe brushed the sand from her feet. She hated doing this! Her feet were so sensitive and the scratchy sand drove her mad! With the abrasive particles even her own fingertips made Zoe cringe. Zoe finished brushing the soft dry sand that had coated her wet feet and used a small flannel-like towel to ensure that no sand would get in her expensive trainers. She did not buy them for vanity but because she wore through cheap ones within a few weeks. She folded the bag and towel and placed them in her pockets, her brightly coloured trainers were her most prized possession and she would not ruin them with sea-water or sand: once it got in there you couldn't get it out... She jumped up from her position on the concrete walkway at the edge of the beach and started to make her way to the swimming pool which would be opening soon. Before leaving the beach something caught her eye, a poster showing some kind of medieval tent... Zoe got a closer look and noticed the Words 'Miss Us?'....
Yes!... Yes! She had missed their show... And there was something about an event at a castle! Zoe tore of one of the little slips at the bottom and put it in her wallet, excited at the chance to relive her childhood dreams of princesses and Knights. She always wanted to both and never understood why she couldn't have a pretty dress and swing a sword. As she contemplated the fun the event could bring Zoe strode through town to the swimming pool a mere half mile from the beach, she hated the fact she had to walk instead of run but sullenly dawdled past the juice shop she worked at to fund her studies but dare not disobey Katie. It was unlikely that her mentor would find out of course but Zoe had dreamt of the Redhead tickling her feet in those stocks at the castle and the run hadn't shaken it from her mind. She managed to think instead about the event she had found the flyer for instead, naturally that led her back to her memories of that Summer three years ago of the stocks but she also remember all the other fun times. There was something about those girls in the stocks though... She had enjoyed the trips as a child but kept going alone after that incident, more often! She would always look around for the stocks hoping to get another chance to see other victims locked I t hem and ticked and dreading that she would be picked.
Zoe eventually reached the swimming pool and went to her locker where she kept her things, she was a frequent swimmer so decided to invest in one not wanting to miss a swim due to not having her swimsuit. She selected a black set from the many in this phase of their cycle through the laundry with her other gym clothes which outnumber her casual and smart ones around six to one. There was only one pair of flip-flops which Zoe exchanged for her pristine trainers and made her way tot he showers. She hated it when people went barefoot pool-side this was a swimming pool not a Verruca exchange!
As Zoe began her many lengths she went into a Zen state. The pool slowly filled around her, she was always the first one in and on her days off left long after the early bird group for the elderly. Naturally she went and got a coffee when the children's session began but free of work and study she was free to return to swim, which to be fair to Katie was the best form of exercise for her back which she had noticed had started to ache. Free of her concerns her brain made up for the lack of rest her disturbed night of sleep. Zoe always got up at dawn but today had slunk past drunks to get to the beach before sunrise. She knew if she went back to sleep she would dream of being tickled again. She rested during the repetitive length by hooking her toes under the metal bat at the shallow end and letting her body relax enjoying the way the way her body moved with the water. Her legs were tight too so she turned around to hold the metal bar with her hands kicking out and holding them out pointing with her toes. She did this many times unaware of the looks it brought as her tanned legs and perfect feet rose out of the water slightly to become clear from the twisted writhing distorted impression of loveliness that the water alluded to in its ripples.
All of a sudden Zoe shrieked as something tickled her feet, she splashed around her hours of grace replaced by a moment of frantic panic. She sighed and panted, aware of the stares her outburst had earned her. Had she fallen asleep, did that really happen? She thought. She swam though her concerns until she convinced herself it was all in her mind. Zoe’s bad-back began to complain so she stretched out again keeping her toes under the bar this time. In the second lane she focused on her breathing. Suddenly her trapped high arches were explored again from the gap between the tiles and the soft skin that twitched and tried to escape. As she screamed and struggled she tried desperately to escape but from her position it was impossible for her to free her toes. After what seemed like an eternity but was really only a few seconds the lifeguard blew his whistle.
"Is everything alright?" He asked.
Zoe stuttered still shocked by the sudden ticklish assault.
"Yes what's wrong dear?" The voice of a sweet old woman asked.
"I...I" Zoe stuttered.
"Now my niece has epilepsy but it only affects her around water..." The voice of an older woman to Zoe's other side chipped in.
"Best you go and have a lie-down dear!" The first voice answered.
As Zoe got out of the pool to take a shower she looked back. She couldn't believe it! It was the woman who tickled her at karate!
Zoe took her shower and headed home, she had been humiliated again and was both enraged and distraught. She fought back tears as the water coursed over her afraid that her tormentor would see the effect of her cruel nails and fingertips. As Zoe dried herself off and re-donned her running clothes she felt woozy. How much had she really slept? And how many lengths had she swum? What time was it? As she lay down on the bench she wondered if her breakfast was enough, she knew about nutrition and worked hard to maintain the many calories necessary to maintain her active lifestyle without absorbing too many fats or toxins but what time did the clock say before she left the pool, was it two or four was it in 24 hour time?. As the room swirled Zoe realised she had been swimming like the devil was chasing her, why did she always run? Who was she running from?
Zoe dreamed again of being tickling, her usual nightmares were replaced with a dream of her running. Behind her was a snapping pair of stocks that approached slowly like a malevolent alligator; Zoe tried to run faster but her legs felt like they were weighed down and surrounded by treacle. She began sinking struggling ever terrified of being powerless and trapped. As her dreams returned to that of tickling the many faces changes from Katie to Lena and even Jackie. Most frequently though the face of the middle aged woman who had trapped her ankle and more recently tickled her as she tried to relax at the edge of the pool. Zoe struggled but could not escape, the stocks changed to one of those thingies that stretched people..... Around her many ticklers pored over her and she was unable to move. Zoe didn't notice the seam in her dream when she returned to the stocks, eventually in her fevered dreams she noticed that the woman tickling her was... Her!
Zoe was running again, this time as she looked over her shoulder it was not always the snapping stocks in pursuit but a tall brunette with the straight hair she always wanted and a slightly prettier face. No matter how fast Zoe ran her evil pursuer was right behind her. Suddenly she was freed from the awful invisible mud that trapped her ankles fast and kicked out. Her ankle was grabbed and the changing room returned to half clarity as the middle aged woman came into semi-focus...
"Why are you sleeping here? Silly ticklish girl!" Tracy teased.
"Stop!" Zoe begged.
"Where you waiting for me to tickle your feet?" Tracy teased more.
Zoe giggled and squirmed her dream replaced with a genuine tickle torture. The tickling did not last long as Tracy caught dirty glance form a mother of two young girls emerging from the pool. Tracy considered continuing her fun but didn't want to be banned from the pool. The Mother was pretty though a real MILT Tracy thought to herself watching her pad barefoot into the shower in her conservative cosy holding her two girls hands tightly guiding them away from the strange woman.
Zoe hugged her knees on longed for her flip flops that had fallen off in response to the woman's tickling...
"What's the matter?" Tracy asked noticing the tears.
Zoe just shook her head.
"Did you not want to be tickled? I saw you laying down and assumed you had been waiting for me..." Tracy continued realising how stupid she had been and lowering her voice to avoid the MILT overhearing her.
Zoe was confused, this woman was evil she had defeated her, and such failure could never be forgiven.
"Oh I'm sorry! I thought you liked it!" Tracy whispered.
Zoe shyly looked away.
Tracy considered offering the pretty girl a chance to tickle her, perhaps at the karate club but didn't want to be accused of soliciting....
"I'm really sorry... You know some people like to be tickled like that..."
Zoe looked up confused. How could anyone enjoy such torture and humiliation Zoe thought to herself as she walked home.
She truly had lost track of time, she had no idea how long she had been swimming and how long her doze had lost her before the woman whose name she had learnt to be Tracy had tickled her silly.
Tracy had followed her out nervously trying to make amends. After revealing her name she tried to help the distressed young girl.
"I have seen you running..." Tracy revealed, suddenly giving away her stalker's tendencies and cursing herself.
"....You always run so fast...." Tracy babbled...
"Like you're trying to get away from something..."
Zoe mumbled wishing the deranged woman would leave her alone...
"I once knew a young man who ran like you...." Tracy continued....
"Oh really!" Zoe continued getting annoyed at the woman's refusal to take the hint.
"He...He...He... had nothing to run from really..." Tracy stuttered noticing the stares from the high street but needing to help the young girl she had distressed.
"...Except for himself!" Tracy shouted unable to keep up with Zoe's swift powerwalk. It had been five years since her husband's heart-attack. He had never truly been able to accept his tickling fetish and despite the support of his loving wife the stress along with his alcohol and caffeine dependency had shortened his life: Denying Tracy many years of love and happy tickle induced laughter at the hands of the man she loved. She sighed as the Pretty Blonde marched away exactly like her Malcolm!....
Zoe paused slightly then dismissed the plump woman's words. She carried on home and collapsed into her bed and sank into a deep dreamless sleep. It didn't last long as her Mum returned home from work. She hadn't kept up her routine of washing her swimming and sports cloths, but she was more relaxed. Her Mum bumbled around chatting and not noticing her daughter's unusual distance. It wasn't until she mentioned Anna's party that Zoe perked up with a start. She had forgotten about the party. She quickly bounded upstairs to get changed, she text Anna to remind her of the time and relieved when she had time to get ready. Zoe made sure she ate remembered her earlier light-headedness and cursing that she: a personal trainer in training and expensive trainers! Had made such a stupid mistake. As Zoe text Anna making arrangements, she cursed as her friends reminder of 'No-Trainers!' Zoe dug out her one of her few pairs of shoes not for sport; a pair of elegant heels: black with the toes and heels covered but her arches mostly on display with crossed fabric strips. Zoe didn't like the idea and wanting something that covered all of her sensitive feet but Anna had bought her the shoes and she hadn't seen her ages, losing her to University. Anna and Zoe had annoyed Mr Humphreys by talking through his lessons and in detention Anna had taught Zoe about make-up and convinced her she was pretty. As she settled on a black pair of nylons Zoe remembered tickling Anna's feet in a similar pair at a sleep over before narrowly avoiding being tickled herself by being lithe and quick, Anna becoming the favoured victim.....
Why was she thinking about this? And why did she tickle Anna! She adored Anna!
Zoe thought of what the old woman had said about her running away from herself, she was always running and after a few drinks she did always want to tickle her friend's feet. Anna was her only victim since that time they first snuck a bottle of Lambrini up to Anna's room when Anna's parents were out and her Grandma asleep on the sofa, Zoe had got brave and tickled her feet. Rather than pull away Anna giggled and tried to keep her feet still.
Zoe stopped that train of thought, she couldn't think about that. She could never admit her secret fetish to anyone, not even to herself! She finished getting dressed secretly wanting to look pretty for Anna, as she transferred the contents of her wallet to her purse she found the leaflet entitled 'Miss us?'
'I've got time, just about...' Zoe thought. She quickly sent an e-mail to the address and was amazed at the quick response. It was an automated e-mail with a link. She opened the link and filled typed in the numbers to confirm she wasn't a robot. There was some kind of quiz thing... 'I'm in a hurry I'll skip it!' Zoe thought.
The page changed to a page with two boxes. One read 'return to quiz' The other: 'I'm lost get me out of here!'. There was some other text at the top but Zoe was in too much of a hurry to read it. She returned to the quiz and correctly identified the feather on a knight’s helmet as a plume. Next there was a picture of a monk holding a feather quill, easy enough Q U I L L… the dyslexic Zoe typed making sure that there were two L's using her computer's spellchecker. Finally there was a picture of a pair of stocks. Instead of the usual question the text read: 'What do all of these have in common?'
Zoe thought for a moment. All of them were medieval.... All could be at the castle.... She suddenly remembered her nightmares and in a moment of pure madness she typed in;
"All can be used for tkicle troture"... Not noticing the spell-mistakes as she quickly submitted her answer...
If asked later she would not know why she did it but it changed her life, possibly saving her from the same fate as Tracy's husband Malcolm.
Zoe had stopped drinking since leaving school and found she could not keep up with her old friends who university had hardened to the lurid cocktails they ordered as they danced. Zoe enjoyed dancing but hated the volume of the music. She found a pair of earplugs kept the noise to a level where the music sounded pleasant and she could hear her old friend's. But since the nice bartender she had missed checking her out only had the reflective kind wore by staff every conversation went along the lines of....
"Why are you wearing earplugs?!"
"Because the music's too loud!"
"What?!"
Zoe got bored, she tried to catch up with Anna, but her friend couldn't hear a word she was saying. Also being her 19th birthday Anna was having drinks poured down her throat and ended up kissing a variety of men and women but payed little attention to Zoe who felt like a spare wheel with all her more academically gifted but not-currently-so-clever friends share stories of "Uni" and "how drunk they got!"….
Zoe left early, the mediocre amount of alcohol in her blood making her head spin. She had drunk water and fruit juice by choice but had drinks bought for her and after her unusual day felt very strange. Normally she kept a good handle on herself but from the get-go this day had been a write-off. Those dreams this morning were bad enough with the tickling and Anna....
...She had forgotten about that!
Zoe stumbled home confused and alone. Before collapsing in bed she realised she had left the computer switched on in her hurry to leave. She moved the mouse and in her drunken state typed her password rather than press the little button to switch it off. Her e-mail was still on the screen. A new message had arrived from the castle thing, she decided to open it and skim-read the message not taking much of it in, she made a note of the date on a post-it and carbon copied the directions to a text file. At the bottom was another link. She clicked on it almost half asleep already. It said something about payments, below were range of prices;
Green Feather = £10
Blue Feather = £300
Purple Feather = £500
Yellow feather = £50
Orange feather £100
White Feather = £1500
Extra's;
Pink Feather = £20
Red feather £30
Zoe was confused. She had skim read something about this, the words 'tactical simulation' were used a lot. Was that right? The dyslexic and drunk Zoe swayed her head. She had looked into joining groups like this before and hated the rules and bureaucracy. She just wanted a pretty dress and a sword but no! She either had to have one or the other!
She was just about to close the window and maybe look at it tomorrow when she suddenly decided ' Bollocks to it' and clicked on the Green one that was only a tenner! It changed to say she would have to complete payment tomorrow from another e-mail.... What was it with these people and e-mails!
Zoe collapsed and slept another dreamless sleep this time for long enough to satisfy the needs she had been denying her body. When she awoke she was thirsty and hung-over. She did not have work at the juice shop until the afternoon but did not study for her course or exercise as she had planned. Initially Zoe felt depressed that her routine was broken but it actually felt good to take the day off. She marked the date of the castle event on her wall calendar and made the payment ticking the box for the terms and agreements which she did not read. What was all that stuff about traction stimulation she thought, remembering the other e-mail but the link was no longer active....
Zoe resumed her routine, running swimming and striving to be better than herself without realising the impossibility of her task. The days went by and she excitedly anticipated the event. There was an e-mail for enquiries and she asked "will costumes be available or do I have to make my own?" A friendly reply said she could make her own if she wished but a range of historical and other attire would be available. Pleased with this reply she also asked after a couple of glasses of wine with her Mum... 'Will there be stocks and a demonstration of medieval torture devices'. Zoe was thrilled and relished the dream of putting Anna in stocks and tickling her sexy feet before catching herself and doing thirty push-ups in order to forget her fantasy.
An e-mail returned saying "Naturally and we look forwards to such delights". Betty was curious about the e-mail but assumed one of the patrons was particularly keen to be locked in stocks and 'demonstrated' whilst she was tickled. There were twelve e-mails an hour on average and keeping up with them was exhausting, particularly when patrons made complicated and detailed requests at the last minute.
"Good idea, perhaps we can facilitate that at our next event" had become a frequent response.
Betty considered that perhaps somehow, someone had slipped through the net and not realised what they were signing up for... But how could that possibly happen? Amy and Her had spent ages making the test and the contract you had to read before selecting your feathers....
She yawned and opened another e-mail whilst Simon tinkered with another tiny contraption. If the weekend would be half exhausting for this Zoe wearing her Green feather then she would spend almost the entire time being constantly tickled.....
Oh well as long as she's happy...
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I have alot in store for Zoe ;-)
