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Tickleween Pt 1

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LAST NIGHT--TICKLEWEEN! PT 1
TICKLISH GOING ONS IN A TOWN NEAR YOU!








In the modestly decorated break room of their office, 4 co-workers sat at a rectangular table discussing their plans for the evening.It was Halloween morning, and surprisingly, none of them had plans for the evening. Carrie was 22, just out of college, a bit on the pensive side, but with an adventurous streak in her. She was a cute, light brown-haired woman with a dancers body. Alma was 22 also, a dark-haired Mexican beauty who smiled easily and always had a pleasant word. Not as noticeable as the others, she still had an inherant sweetness about her that made you feel at ease around her. Dawn, 25 and wild, constantly drew comparisons between her and Cindy Crawford. A shoulder length brunette, she was easily the most outgoing of the bunch, and she had a reputation for never backing down from a confrontation. Then there was Shane, who at 27, was somewhat like the "big sister" of the group. A creole woman with short hair, and a former gymnast, she managed to always appear smaller than she really was. Since none of them had a "steady", or concrete plans for the evening, they all decided that whatever they ended up doing, the would do together. As their break drew nearer to it's end, the situation still looked bleak, as nobody could come up with an acceptable itenerary for the night. Then, in walked Grace. Though she was 36, and worked in a different department, the ladies all knew Grace pretty well. A pretty blonde, with a slim curvy figure, she had the kind of bubbly, contagious personality that everyone liked.

"What's the good word?" Grace asked smilingly.
"Trying to come up something to do tonight." answered Shane.
"And not having very much luck!" piped in Dawn.
"Well", answered Grace, "I'm going to a battle of the bands tonight, and then there's a after party at this haunted house afterwards."
"Battle of the Bands, that sounds like fun" Dawn remarked.
"The haunted house party too" added Carrie.
"Yep, the house has secret rooms and prizes and other goodies hidden throughout too. You guys are more than welcome to come, but you gotta dress up!" Grace said.
"What kind of costumes are we going to be able to get now?" asked Alma.
"Yeah, they're all scraps and leftovers" said Dawn.
"Actually" Carrie started, "I'm still wardrobe manager for the drama department at my alma mater, and we're doing a play next week with harem scenes in it, I can get the outfits, if you guys don't mind being harem girls....they kind of look like Jeanie, you know from t.v.?"
"Ooooh cool, I think that would be so fun!" said Shane excitedly
"You guys would definitely be a sight!!" laughed Grace, as she started humming the tune to the t.v. show, all the ladies began to giggle.
"Well, time to get back to work" Shane broke in. "But we're all settled for tonight's plan right?"
"Right" everyone answered.

Later on that evening, the girls all pulled up in front of the haunted house in Carrie's car.
"Is this it" she asked
"It's the right address" answered Shane.
Each girl had on their harem outfits. Dawn and Alma had pink, Shane and Carrie red. The costume basically consisted of two parts. A top which was like a halter top, and matching cotton shorts. Then there was the flimsy covering for both the legs and the arms. All four girls felt like the outfits made them a little sexier. There were only a couple of cars out, so the girls figured they were early. Two of them wanted to go into the house and get "scared" before everybody else could get there and ruin the "feel". But the other two wanted to wait. So they waited about 10 minutes, and when no one else showed up, they all decided that they would go inside together. The house looked more like a hall than an actual residence. It was a dark, victorianesque structure, 2 stories, and pointed at the top with black windows facing it's front. This was actually the rear of the house. There were shutters on the windows, painted black also. Overall, it gave a good "haunted" effect. About halfway there, Alma noticed a car pulling up, so they stopped. It was Grace. She hurried to catch up to them, and assured them that they should get a taste of the house before all the party people arrived.

When the ladies got to the door, after walking up the winding steps, there was a figure dressed like "Jason" from "Friday the 13" fame, holding a bowl of cold, wet spaghetting that he made the reach in for a ticket. The rules were that each person had to go in alone, with no less than 3 minutes passed before the next person comes in, and try to explore and find their way to the ball room, on their own. But Carrie and Alma refused to go in by themselves, and insisted on staying together. Grace laughed and called them chicken, and said it was cheating, but that it was okay anyway.
Alma reached in, and drew out a card that said: "Room........F". They didn't know what it meant, but they went in anyway, since Jason wasn't giving any clues.
Carrie and Alma walked inside, and there was a rather large entrance way, built for guests. It was dark inside, and what little light there was, reflected deceptively off of all of the mirrors situated in the hall, and on the walls. The hall was long, with doors situated on each side, and a wide staircase at then end, leading to the upstairs. There were the usual spooky sounds, and rigged effects, which when tripped made the women jump, then scream, then eventually laugh. As they made their way through, towards the left side, away from the staircase, Carrie noticed a double door with glittery gold writing: F Room. They both went in.

Shane stuck her hand in the wet noodles, and pulled out a card: "Room.....A". For some reason, the whole thing seemed funny to her, and she had begun snickering to herself. She had no idea what "A" could stand for, but as the doorman signaled 3 minutes were up, Shane smilingly walked on in. She chuckled at the spooky gimmicks as the popped up. She strode quickly, trying to find prizes, her light red veils flowing all about her. Shane headed right, towards the staircase, and as she placed her hand on the banister for balance, she felt something underneath her hand. It was paper, and when she picked it up, it was a check for $500! She let out a shreik of joy, and proceeded leap up the stairs happily. Once she got to the top, something gold and glittery caught her eye. The very last door down the pathway had writing on it. As she got nearer, she could see it read: A Room. Laughing to herself, she went in.

Lastly, Dawn reached into the moist pasta, and pulled out her card: "Room.....R". She shook her head, because none of these cards made any sense. Grace just laughed at her, and told her to give it a chance. Dawn walked in slowly at first, and thought she heard laughing somewhere, but figured it was just more scare tactics. Unlike the others, she decided to check out the first door she came accross. It opened into some sort of sitting room, with a couple of chairs and desks in it. She could imagine old men smoking cigars, and discussing the stock market in a room like this. Then, she noticed a peculiar door in the far wall, like some sort of storage cabinet. With dreams of a prize, she opened it. Immediately, a soundtrack was cued of a vicious dog barking, while at the same time a stuffed Rottweiler popped out. Though she was more startled than scared Dawn let out a short scream, and ran out of the room, heading towards the staircase. She ran up, and this time went inside the second door she encountered.....the one that read: R Room.

Carrie and Alma walked into the medium sized room. There was no light save for a single candle on the opposite wall. There was no furniture in the room except two chairs seated against the wall nearest them. Then Alma noticed that there were too shoe-box sized gold, glittery boxes on the floor underneath the candle. They went to investigate, and found that they were imported chocolate truffles. Feeling satisfied with a prize, they turned to leave the room. It was just as they turned to face the way they had com in, that they noticed yet another glittery sign posted on the chairs:
"To win more treats, Take you seats". Neither had to be told twice to sit down, thinking maybe they might lead to one of those secret rooms. Once each was seated, loops from the chair automatically fastened around each woman's wrists, ankles, and waist, so that they were immobilized. Shocked for a few seconds, the began to protest, when they were cut off by the voice of a man's eletronically altered voice:
You have entered the F Room.
At that, the wall behind them opened, and their chairs began to tilt backwards, as if on a swivel, until they lay on their backs.....
Services will be provided for FEET
"Carrie, what's going on here?" asked Alma. "Feet, what services for feet? Why can't we move!!"
Services will be provided in the form of TICKLING
"I don.." answered Carrie "TICKLING!!! What's going on here! Let me out of here!!"
Tickling will cover the soles, insteps, arches, backs of the knees and the toes
....No harm will come to you, no other service will be done other than tickling
"Carrie....I'm really ticklish.." Alma said worriedly as the women both noticed two stiff orange feathers descending from the ceiling.
"So am I Alma.."

Shane walked into the room with eyes searching for the next check, or prize or anything she could get her hands on. She was about to make her way towards the close door when she spied the window up above, and there was something sitting on the sill. Curiosity piqued, she just had to have it. The window was in sort of a loft area, so she couldn't see the actual window, but could see faint light coming through it. Her prize was sitting, almost teetering on the edge. There were no chairs in the room, but Shane was sure she could reach it if she stretched. She tried grabbing for it, but couldn't quite get it with one hand, so in order to get a little extra stretch, she placed her back against the wall, and reached up with both hands. As she was reaching as far she could, she suddenly felt something loop around her wrists, then tighten, leaving her arms pulled up, over her head. She was so caught by surprise that she didn't struggle, but by the time she did begin, the wall panels on either side of her had been removed, and her feet were soon fastened to. She was about the yell this isn't funny when a voice came on:
You have entered the A Room.
Services will be provided for Armpits.
Shane was confused. "Hey, who are you!! Let me go!" She yelled
Services will be provided in form of TICKLING
Tickling will cover underarms, neck and ears.
"Noooo!!!" Shane protested. "I can't take being tickled! Not tied up like this. Heeelppp!!!"

Dawn was trying to catch her breath as she ran into the room. She knew the dog wasn't real, she knew none of this was real, and she knew that she just needed to calm down, and get a hold of her bearings. She'd about had enough of this house already, but she was determined not to let it break her, and also to beat her friends out also. She looked at bed which stood in the room, near the center. Dawn figured she needed to have a seat and plan her next mood. She sat down, but as she sank into the mattress, all should could think of was how good it would feel if she just layed down...so she did. Sprawled out on the bed. She thought she felt something course rubbing against her hands, but she didn't pay it any mind, until she realized it was her wrists, and ankles. She was now being stretched, and couldn't move. All she could do is squirm, then she heard a voice.
You have entered the R Room
Services will be provided for the Ribs
With the image of the dog still fresh in her head, Dawn spoke. "This Can Not be happening to me!" "Who's behind all of this! Let me up now!"
Services will be provided in the form of TICKLING
Tickling will cover the ribcage, sides, belly and bellybutton.
"Tickling!!?? I can't...You can't!! NO!"

© Terorizer 1996
 
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