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TRICK OR TREAT: Tickle Street Chapter 8
by Strelnikov
Copyright 2003 by the author
Dramatis Personae (in order of appearance)
Candice Wade
A little beauty, 18 years old, with crystal blue eyes and ash blonde hair, and a very trim and shapely body. Loves to be tickled and get in ticklish situations, but if the tickling goes too far, she's out of control. Lately her lust to be tickled has grown and grown, and now she'll do anything to get tickled. She's lived with her parents and sister on Tickle Street since she was five. Her older sister Nicole is away at college.
Brittany Righetti
Brittany is 18 years old and has lived on Tickle Street all of her life. She has long, dark hair and brown eyes, a beautiful Italian face and features, curves in all the right places. She has a bit of an attitude, but it can quickly be destroyed if she's tickled. She's by far the most ticklish person on Tickle Street.
Sara Rosen
Sara is an 18-year-old adrenaline junkie, a risk-taker who likes to…let’s just say bend…the law. She’s built like Dolly Parton, a small girl with a slender waist and big…personality. She has long dark brown hair, beautiful green eyes, and a fit, toned body. Her ticklishness is her greatest weakness. She’s an enthusiastic tickler, on the principle that it’s more blessed to give than to receive.
Meghan Meyer
The tiniest girl on Tickle Street, 18 years old, very small and petite, with strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes and freckled fair skin. Her father's job got transferred, so they ended up in Tieson City, on Tickle Street. She never knew that she had a nack for tickling… but she soon found out. For Meghan, Tickle Street is a target-rich environment, with plentiful opportunities to hone her skill.
Joanna Shaw
Joanna is Brittany’s cousin – their mothers are sisters. She has lived all of her 18 years on Tickle Street. She has always been the perfect female athlete - her room is filled with trophies. She’s extremely fit and very attractive, with blue eyes, dark brown hair cut in a page bob, and freckled fair skin. She always felt invincible due to her greatness in sports, but if she gets tickled, she loses it.
Ashley Curtis
A.K.A Beauty Queen. She’s 18, tall and shapely, long blonde hair , perfect skin, and crystal blue eyes. Her mother started entering her in beauty pageants and contests as soon as she could walk. Ashley and her mother moved to Tickle Street at the end of summer. Besides being exceptionally beautiful, Ashley is also exceptionally ticklish – an ideal combination.
Emily MacDonald
Emily is a fiery red-head, a petite girl with bright green eyes and shoulder-length hair. She's somewhat older than the rest of the senior class at TCHS – she spent a year in rehab after a car wreck. She and her widowed father moved to Tickle Street last summer. Emily is a little wild, always looking for fun, even if it involves getting in trouble. She’s super-ticklish but can't stand to be tickled, she feels it makes her too girly and weak... She's in for a big shock.
The Sadistic Sibling
Joanna’s little sister Jamie is quite the little imp, five years younger than Joanna, who loves to sneak up on her older sister and tickle her. Like her sister, she has brown hair, blue eyes, and freckles.
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The Saturday afternoon meeting of the Ancient and Honorable Society of Vellatrices was in session. They had convened at Meghan’s house, in the family room – her parents had gone out, wouldn’t be back until late that night.
Today’s program started with a contest of endurance. The object was to see who could endure tummy tickling the longest. The forfeit was that the loser got tickle tortured by everyone else.
The girls had tickled each other in rotation – Candice tickled Brittany, who then tickled Sara, who then tickled Candice. Meghan, Joanna and Ashley did the same. Brittany and Meghan had held out longest – it was ruled a tie. But Brittany had hit just the right combination with Sara and tickled her into submission in just 57 seconds.
Now, Sara laughed her head off at the top of her lungs. She sat in the recliner, hands tied behind her back, sneakered feet tied together to the raised footrest. The jeans and long sleeve shirts appropriate to late October weren’t conducive to whole-body tickling, so Joanna had started by lifting the bottom of Sara’s shirt to expose her abs and sides. Those abs were getting a workout now, as Joanna tickled side to side and hand over hand.
Joanna tickled onto Sara’s sides, lobster clawing, then tickled up and down Sara’s ribs. Sara laughed helplessly, tears of laughter streaming down her cheeks. Then back to the tummy, and Sara lapsed into ticklish delirium. A series of rib pokes, just for variety, more rib tickling, then the sides, and onto the tummy yet again as Sara laughed like mad, squirming to escape the tickling.
Brittany checked her watch. “Five minutes, Joanna. Give her a breather.”
Joanna stopped tickling, cracked her knuckles as Sara gasped for air, then kneeled at Sara’s feet. She pulled off Sara’s sneakers, then her socks, ever so slowly. She traced a fingernail the length of Sara’s foot, toes to heel.
”Hehehehe!” Sara giggled. “Get…on…with…it!”
“You asked for it,” Joanna replied, and went to work with a will.
Sara howled with forced mirth as Joanna drew circles, figure-eight’s and other tickling shapes on her heels. The tickling fingers spider walked up the arches to the soles, and Joanna watched her friend’s toes twitch and curl. Then toe tickling, starting between the left little and next toes and moving across, tickling between each pair, and back again.
Sara strained against the bonds, laughing like mad, as Joanna held her toes back and tickled under them. Still holding the toes back, she tickled back and forth on the stretched out soles, paying special attention to the creases in the midle. And then the finishing touch – she used two fingernails to scratch the exact middle of the balls of Sara’s feet, under the big toes, reducing Sara to gasping, red faced silent laughter.
“Wow!” said Candice, as Sara gasped for air. “Tickle me next? Pleeease?”
Joanna stood up. “We’ll make time for you later, Candice,” she said, as she gently wiped Sara’s face with a towel. “We always do. But first, Sara’s gonna get it from the rest of you.” And then, with the zeal of the newly converted, she said “This is great fun. We need to expand this club.”
“I’m working on it,” Candice said. “I think I can bring Melissa around in a month or two. She’s already helping her brother.”
The others looked at her oddly. Candice blushed. “Yah, I know. But her brother’s a foot tickler, that gave me an “in”, and it’s fun for both of us. Melissa too – we have Meghan to thank for getting her started. She’s just getting used to being a ‘ler. She’ll decide she wants to play with us – trust me.”
It was Meghan’s turn to blush now. Her tickle attack on Melissa in early September had backfired and gotten her tickled silly.
Ashley said, “I’ve got the Girl Genius. Morgan and I are doing a History project together. The topic is made to order for bringing her on board with us. Give me until Christmas break.”
“How about Nicole?” Meghan asked. “She’ll be back for Thanksgiving, won’t she?”
“My sister’s gonna be tough,” Candice said. “She never did like tickle play. We’ll just have to see. Leave her to me, too.”
“Vicky and Veronica are ‘lers,” Brittany said. “They’ll take some convincing to be ‘lees – I’ll handle that, but it will take time.”
“That leaves Emily,” Sara said from her place in the chair. She had her breath back again.
Candice walked over to Sara, held her toes back, used a fingernail to draw fast, looping figure-eight’s around the balls of Sara’s feet. Sara burst into laughter again. “You tried once, girlfriend, in your own inimitable fashion,” Candice said. The loops got smaller, tighter, covering every square inch of ticklish flesh as Sara squirmed and wiggled and laughed herself silly again. “Didn’t work out too well, as I recall.”
“Knock it off, Candice,” Joanna said. “Give her a rest – she’s gonna need it. Besides, she needs to hear this. We’re gonna get Emily on Halloween. Here’s my plan…”
***
Ashley, Candice, Meghan and Sara converged on Joanna’s house at 8:30 Halloween night, dressed in dark jeans and jackets. The street was pretty much empty, even the older kids were headed home. Ashley stepped over a puddle of barf - for at least one kid, all of those candy bars they hadn’t waited to eat had gotten a round trip.
Joanna’s porch light was already turned off. Sara rang the bell, waited, listened. She rang again, and Joanna’s mom opened the door.
“Hi, Mrs. Shaw,” Ashley said with a smile. “Is Joanna…”
“Come on in,” Joanna’s mom said. “They’re in the living room.”
The others followed her inside to the living room. Brittany was sitting in the armchair – Joanna was on the sofa with two grinning little princesses, her little sister Jamie and a red-headed girl about the same age. “Enjoy yourselves, girls,” Joanna’s mom said as she left the room.
“Time to earn your pay,” Joanna said.
“Whenever you’re ready, sis,” Jamie said. Both princesses stood up.
“You all know Jamie,” Joanna said to her friends. “This is her friend Jessica. They’re kinda like Sara and Candice, and they’re our decoys.” She slipped her feet into Birkenstock slides, and Brittany stood up and did likewise. Joanna continued: “I’m sure you know that my mom is “One Of Us.” I had her call Emily’s dad and set this up – he’s cool with it. Let’s go.”
***
The trick-or-treat crowd had thinned out to a few stragglers by 8:30 PM. Emily MacDonald turned off the porch light and locked the door. She changed into her pajamas – an old, soft LibertyCon t-shirt and loose, comfortable gym shorts – added a robe and slippers, brushed her fiery red hair. She had the house to herself tonight, her police officer father had gotten a phone call and gone to the station house to deal with some urgent paperwork.
Emily was older than her classmates at TCHS– she had spent nearly a year in rehab. She had struggled at the start of the school year, but by now her grades were solid if unspectacular. She had little to do with her classmates, rebuffed their advances politely, without comment or elaboration. She kept to herself and minded her own business, and required the same courtesy from everyone else.
There had been one odd incident with Sara Rosen – the girl had talked some nonsense about a “secret society” and then assaulted her with a tickle attack. Emily hated being tickled – she detested the sensation and the loss of control. Sara had been fortunate that Emily wasn’t quite back to 100% physically. Emily had redirected and pulled the punch while it was in the air, and even so had blacked Sara’s eye. It could have been much worse. But the word had gotten around, and now her classmates mostly left her alone.
Her main social outlet was Science Fiction conventions. She attended about one a month. As was customary, the other attendees accepted her on her own terms and asked no questions she was unwilling to answer.
Emily had just settled in on the couch with a book when the door bell rang.
“Trick or Treat!”
What the hell – they had candy left. She grabbed a handful from the bowl in the entryway and opened the door.
Two little girls, 12 or 13 maybe, stood there in their Princess costumes. “Trick or Treat!” they repeated.
Emily’s survival radar had kept her alive. It was usually in excellent working order, but the sight of the two young girls fooled it completely. She reached out to drop the candy into their bags.
Someone shouted “TRICK!” and six girls swarmed over Emily. She didn’t scream, saved her breath for fighting, but the odds were against her. They dragged her inside and bulldogged her down to the floor.
Emily took stock of her situation. Experience kicked in – she stopped struggling. They had her pinned on her back. The best thing to do was wait, save her strength – she might need it desperately later on.
She knew her attackers now – neighborhood girls and classmates. Joanna and Brittany had her wrists, Ashley and Meghan her ankles, Sara and Candice stood by, the latter with a canvas tote in her hand. Emily sensed no malice in them, but that could change – it would be best if she regained control of the situation right now.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she asked. “Right now, you’re looking at assault and trespassing. Keep it up, and it will turn into unlawful imprisonment, maybe kidnapping. That’s five years in the Gray Bar Hotel, at least. You might want to reconsider this situation.”
“You’ll see,” Candice said, grinning. “Relax and enjoy it!” She dumped the tote out onto the floor - it had held two small dog collars, some long narrow straps, a folded bandana and a small water bottle. Sara moved the coffee table, then she and Sara shifted the big arm chair.
Candice strapped Emily’s wrists together over her head with a collar, then ran a strap through the leash ring, tied it off to a leg of the couch. Sara strapped Emily’s ankles together with another collar, elevated them with a throw pillow off the couch, tied them off with a longer strap to a chair leg.
Brittany stepped out of her Birkenstocks, spread Emily’s robe open and straddled her waist. Meghan kneeled next to Emily’s feet and flipped off her left slipper – the right slipper had come adrift in the struggle.
Horrified realization came to Emily. Tickling! She would almost rather take a beating!
“NOOOOO!” she yelled. “NOT THAT! I’LL GET YOU FOR THIS!”
In response, Brittany pushed up the bottom of Emily’s t-shirt. She reached up under the t-shirt and flicked her nails in the girl’s armpits, while Meghan scrabbled on Emily’s soles with both hands. Emily bucked violently, laughing helplessly at the top of her lungs, struggling desperately to escape the tickling.
The others watched appreciatively as Brittany tickled her way down Emily’s exposed ribcage, tickling each rib, then back up, tickling the spaces in between. Meghan held Emily’s toes back and tickled across the stretched out soles, left to right, then back across the soft skin under the toes. Emily bucked again, laughing harder, red faced, tears streaming.
“Hey, check it out,” Meghan called. “Her toes are really, really ticklish! Let’s remember that!”
Brittany lobster clawed Emily’s ribs, then switched to the sensitive sides, while Meghan switched one hand to the back of Emily’s knee, meanwhile tickling both arches with the other. Emily bounced and squirmed, laughing like mad.
Now Meghan’s tickle torture concentrated on both knees, moved up the back of the thighs, then lobster clawed down the front of the thighs to the knees again. Brittany’s tickling hands moved onto Emily’s tummy, side to side, crossing over, back to the sides again, over and over. She tickled back onto the tummy again and then circled one perfect nail around Emily’s navel, and her victim’s laughter went off the scale.
Meghan tickled around to the backs of the thighs again. She kept it up with one hand, and tickled Brittany’s upturned bare sole with the other. Brittany squeaked, jumped, then dismounted, still tickling Emily’s tummy as she did so. Meghan knee walked her way up the opposite side of Emily while tickling a thigh, then a hip, then joined in for some four-handed tickling on Emily’s tummy. Brittany tickled down the other hip to the other thigh, shifted slightly and lobster clawed both thighs down to the knees. Then Meghan put a leg over Emily and, from her straddle position, tickle tortured the tummy – sides – tummy – sides – over and over.
Brittany and Meghan kept it up while Emily laughed and laughed, sweaty, red faced, tears streaming down her face. Meghan tickled up and down Emily’s sides, hips to armpits, while Brittany tickled up and down the backs of her thighs and knees. Brittany kept it up with one hand, switching to Emily’s arches with the other while Emily’s musical laughter filled the room. Then Brittany spider walked the nails of both hands up and down Emily’s feet, toes to heels and back again, tickling as fast as she could manage. Meghan switched back to navel tickling, and Brittany added the final touches – she spread Emily’s toes and tickled between them, tickling between each pair, then held them back and tickled under them, side to side, over and over, covering both feet. Emily arched her back and laughed herself breathless.
And so it went. Ashley and Joanna took their turn at tickle-torturing Emily, Emily laughed and laughed until she thought she would go mad. These two weren’t nearly as skilled as Brittany and Meghan, but they managed well enough. Ashley especially – she knew all about foot tickling from the inside, and used every trick she knew on the redhead’s ticklish feet. She even gave Joanna a tutorial – not that the girl needed it, because she, too, knew all about tickling from the inside, courtesy of her cousins. They reduced Emily to red-faced silent laughter for the second time.
Candice and Sara went last. By now, Emily had lost all power of resistance, or even coherent thought. Sara had tickled Emily once before, and knew all of the ticklish spots. With Candice’s help, she tickled every one. Emily slipped into ticklish delirium as she laughed – and laughed – and laughed some more. Finally, Sara and Candice faced each other across Emily’s body. The started by tickling Emily’s armpits, tickled up and down her ribs and sides, onto the tummy, and on her sides again. Then the thighs, knees, feet – oh ghod, the feet! – and Emily laughed herself breathless for the third time.
Ashley tossed the bandana to Candice, who used it to gently wipe Emily’s face. Joanna unstrapped the girl’s wrists, Meghan her ankles. Sara helped Emily to sit up – she was still short of breath, and her muscles weren’t quite under her control yet.
Emily drew her legs up and winced – her abs and sides ached like she’d been beaten with a board. Her lungs felt like she had run a race, her throat was desert dry. Sara handed her the water bottle – she drained it in three long draughts.
“Well, that was the trick,” Joanna said. “And as a bonus, that was also the initiation ceremony to our club – the Ancient and Honorable Society of Vellatrices, Tickle Street Chapter. You’re in if you want to be.”
“Here’s the treat,” Sara added. “You get to take revenge.”
Emily took stock of herself. Oddly enough, she felt great. The laughing must have released a lot of natural endorphins. Tickling wasn’t so bad after all – she just hadn’t taken it far enough.
“OK,” she said. “I’ll join. And Sara started this, so she’s gonna be my first victim.”
“Oh shit!” Sara said. She had always felt that it was better to give than to receive.
“How about some toe tickling, Sara?” Emily asked sweetly. “I want to hear you sing.”
With a look of resignation on her face, Sara sat and pulled off her shoes and socks. She laid down on the floor, and Candice hogtied her with the collars and straps. “Here ya go, Emily,” Candice said cheerfully. “Toes are good, but here…” She tickled the balls of Sara’s feet, forcing a burst of ticklish laughter. “…is even better! And don’t forget her arches and heels,” she added, demonstrating, while Sara laughed and squirmed.
Candice stopped tickling. “Bitch!” Sara gasped out – but there was a smile on her face. “Come on, Emily – I’ll sing for you!”
Emily retied her robe, kneeled with one knee on each side of Sara’s legs to prevent a roll over. She held Sara’s toes back, scrabbbled her nails on the ball of Sara’s right foot, switched to the left, then back again, over and over. Sara laughed helplessly at the top of her lungs.
I really have spent too much time alone this past year, Emily thought. One weekend a month doesen’t quite make it. These are good people, fun loving and playful, and there’s not an ounce of meanness in them. I’m glad they recruited me.
She tickled the soft skin under Sara’s toes, then released them and tickled the soles, watching the toes twitch and curl. As she tickled down Sara’s arches to her heels, she had another thought: SciFi cons were infested with closet ticklephiles. They’d tried to tickle her often enough. She’d bring her… friends… to the next con, and teach the others a lesson!
Yes, friends, she thought, as Sara laughed and laughed. It’s time I rejoined the human race.
***THE END***
For those who came in late, links to the other stories in this series are here:
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Copyright 2003 by the author
Dramatis Personae (in order of appearance)
Candice Wade
A little beauty, 18 years old, with crystal blue eyes and ash blonde hair, and a very trim and shapely body. Loves to be tickled and get in ticklish situations, but if the tickling goes too far, she's out of control. Lately her lust to be tickled has grown and grown, and now she'll do anything to get tickled. She's lived with her parents and sister on Tickle Street since she was five. Her older sister Nicole is away at college.
Brittany Righetti
Brittany is 18 years old and has lived on Tickle Street all of her life. She has long, dark hair and brown eyes, a beautiful Italian face and features, curves in all the right places. She has a bit of an attitude, but it can quickly be destroyed if she's tickled. She's by far the most ticklish person on Tickle Street.
Sara Rosen
Sara is an 18-year-old adrenaline junkie, a risk-taker who likes to…let’s just say bend…the law. She’s built like Dolly Parton, a small girl with a slender waist and big…personality. She has long dark brown hair, beautiful green eyes, and a fit, toned body. Her ticklishness is her greatest weakness. She’s an enthusiastic tickler, on the principle that it’s more blessed to give than to receive.
Meghan Meyer
The tiniest girl on Tickle Street, 18 years old, very small and petite, with strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes and freckled fair skin. Her father's job got transferred, so they ended up in Tieson City, on Tickle Street. She never knew that she had a nack for tickling… but she soon found out. For Meghan, Tickle Street is a target-rich environment, with plentiful opportunities to hone her skill.
Joanna Shaw
Joanna is Brittany’s cousin – their mothers are sisters. She has lived all of her 18 years on Tickle Street. She has always been the perfect female athlete - her room is filled with trophies. She’s extremely fit and very attractive, with blue eyes, dark brown hair cut in a page bob, and freckled fair skin. She always felt invincible due to her greatness in sports, but if she gets tickled, she loses it.
Ashley Curtis
A.K.A Beauty Queen. She’s 18, tall and shapely, long blonde hair , perfect skin, and crystal blue eyes. Her mother started entering her in beauty pageants and contests as soon as she could walk. Ashley and her mother moved to Tickle Street at the end of summer. Besides being exceptionally beautiful, Ashley is also exceptionally ticklish – an ideal combination.
Emily MacDonald
Emily is a fiery red-head, a petite girl with bright green eyes and shoulder-length hair. She's somewhat older than the rest of the senior class at TCHS – she spent a year in rehab after a car wreck. She and her widowed father moved to Tickle Street last summer. Emily is a little wild, always looking for fun, even if it involves getting in trouble. She’s super-ticklish but can't stand to be tickled, she feels it makes her too girly and weak... She's in for a big shock.
The Sadistic Sibling
Joanna’s little sister Jamie is quite the little imp, five years younger than Joanna, who loves to sneak up on her older sister and tickle her. Like her sister, she has brown hair, blue eyes, and freckles.
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The Saturday afternoon meeting of the Ancient and Honorable Society of Vellatrices was in session. They had convened at Meghan’s house, in the family room – her parents had gone out, wouldn’t be back until late that night.
Today’s program started with a contest of endurance. The object was to see who could endure tummy tickling the longest. The forfeit was that the loser got tickle tortured by everyone else.
The girls had tickled each other in rotation – Candice tickled Brittany, who then tickled Sara, who then tickled Candice. Meghan, Joanna and Ashley did the same. Brittany and Meghan had held out longest – it was ruled a tie. But Brittany had hit just the right combination with Sara and tickled her into submission in just 57 seconds.
Now, Sara laughed her head off at the top of her lungs. She sat in the recliner, hands tied behind her back, sneakered feet tied together to the raised footrest. The jeans and long sleeve shirts appropriate to late October weren’t conducive to whole-body tickling, so Joanna had started by lifting the bottom of Sara’s shirt to expose her abs and sides. Those abs were getting a workout now, as Joanna tickled side to side and hand over hand.
Joanna tickled onto Sara’s sides, lobster clawing, then tickled up and down Sara’s ribs. Sara laughed helplessly, tears of laughter streaming down her cheeks. Then back to the tummy, and Sara lapsed into ticklish delirium. A series of rib pokes, just for variety, more rib tickling, then the sides, and onto the tummy yet again as Sara laughed like mad, squirming to escape the tickling.
Brittany checked her watch. “Five minutes, Joanna. Give her a breather.”
Joanna stopped tickling, cracked her knuckles as Sara gasped for air, then kneeled at Sara’s feet. She pulled off Sara’s sneakers, then her socks, ever so slowly. She traced a fingernail the length of Sara’s foot, toes to heel.
”Hehehehe!” Sara giggled. “Get…on…with…it!”
“You asked for it,” Joanna replied, and went to work with a will.
Sara howled with forced mirth as Joanna drew circles, figure-eight’s and other tickling shapes on her heels. The tickling fingers spider walked up the arches to the soles, and Joanna watched her friend’s toes twitch and curl. Then toe tickling, starting between the left little and next toes and moving across, tickling between each pair, and back again.
Sara strained against the bonds, laughing like mad, as Joanna held her toes back and tickled under them. Still holding the toes back, she tickled back and forth on the stretched out soles, paying special attention to the creases in the midle. And then the finishing touch – she used two fingernails to scratch the exact middle of the balls of Sara’s feet, under the big toes, reducing Sara to gasping, red faced silent laughter.
“Wow!” said Candice, as Sara gasped for air. “Tickle me next? Pleeease?”
Joanna stood up. “We’ll make time for you later, Candice,” she said, as she gently wiped Sara’s face with a towel. “We always do. But first, Sara’s gonna get it from the rest of you.” And then, with the zeal of the newly converted, she said “This is great fun. We need to expand this club.”
“I’m working on it,” Candice said. “I think I can bring Melissa around in a month or two. She’s already helping her brother.”
The others looked at her oddly. Candice blushed. “Yah, I know. But her brother’s a foot tickler, that gave me an “in”, and it’s fun for both of us. Melissa too – we have Meghan to thank for getting her started. She’s just getting used to being a ‘ler. She’ll decide she wants to play with us – trust me.”
It was Meghan’s turn to blush now. Her tickle attack on Melissa in early September had backfired and gotten her tickled silly.
Ashley said, “I’ve got the Girl Genius. Morgan and I are doing a History project together. The topic is made to order for bringing her on board with us. Give me until Christmas break.”
“How about Nicole?” Meghan asked. “She’ll be back for Thanksgiving, won’t she?”
“My sister’s gonna be tough,” Candice said. “She never did like tickle play. We’ll just have to see. Leave her to me, too.”
“Vicky and Veronica are ‘lers,” Brittany said. “They’ll take some convincing to be ‘lees – I’ll handle that, but it will take time.”
“That leaves Emily,” Sara said from her place in the chair. She had her breath back again.
Candice walked over to Sara, held her toes back, used a fingernail to draw fast, looping figure-eight’s around the balls of Sara’s feet. Sara burst into laughter again. “You tried once, girlfriend, in your own inimitable fashion,” Candice said. The loops got smaller, tighter, covering every square inch of ticklish flesh as Sara squirmed and wiggled and laughed herself silly again. “Didn’t work out too well, as I recall.”
“Knock it off, Candice,” Joanna said. “Give her a rest – she’s gonna need it. Besides, she needs to hear this. We’re gonna get Emily on Halloween. Here’s my plan…”
***
Ashley, Candice, Meghan and Sara converged on Joanna’s house at 8:30 Halloween night, dressed in dark jeans and jackets. The street was pretty much empty, even the older kids were headed home. Ashley stepped over a puddle of barf - for at least one kid, all of those candy bars they hadn’t waited to eat had gotten a round trip.
Joanna’s porch light was already turned off. Sara rang the bell, waited, listened. She rang again, and Joanna’s mom opened the door.
“Hi, Mrs. Shaw,” Ashley said with a smile. “Is Joanna…”
“Come on in,” Joanna’s mom said. “They’re in the living room.”
The others followed her inside to the living room. Brittany was sitting in the armchair – Joanna was on the sofa with two grinning little princesses, her little sister Jamie and a red-headed girl about the same age. “Enjoy yourselves, girls,” Joanna’s mom said as she left the room.
“Time to earn your pay,” Joanna said.
“Whenever you’re ready, sis,” Jamie said. Both princesses stood up.
“You all know Jamie,” Joanna said to her friends. “This is her friend Jessica. They’re kinda like Sara and Candice, and they’re our decoys.” She slipped her feet into Birkenstock slides, and Brittany stood up and did likewise. Joanna continued: “I’m sure you know that my mom is “One Of Us.” I had her call Emily’s dad and set this up – he’s cool with it. Let’s go.”
***
The trick-or-treat crowd had thinned out to a few stragglers by 8:30 PM. Emily MacDonald turned off the porch light and locked the door. She changed into her pajamas – an old, soft LibertyCon t-shirt and loose, comfortable gym shorts – added a robe and slippers, brushed her fiery red hair. She had the house to herself tonight, her police officer father had gotten a phone call and gone to the station house to deal with some urgent paperwork.
Emily was older than her classmates at TCHS– she had spent nearly a year in rehab. She had struggled at the start of the school year, but by now her grades were solid if unspectacular. She had little to do with her classmates, rebuffed their advances politely, without comment or elaboration. She kept to herself and minded her own business, and required the same courtesy from everyone else.
There had been one odd incident with Sara Rosen – the girl had talked some nonsense about a “secret society” and then assaulted her with a tickle attack. Emily hated being tickled – she detested the sensation and the loss of control. Sara had been fortunate that Emily wasn’t quite back to 100% physically. Emily had redirected and pulled the punch while it was in the air, and even so had blacked Sara’s eye. It could have been much worse. But the word had gotten around, and now her classmates mostly left her alone.
Her main social outlet was Science Fiction conventions. She attended about one a month. As was customary, the other attendees accepted her on her own terms and asked no questions she was unwilling to answer.
Emily had just settled in on the couch with a book when the door bell rang.
“Trick or Treat!”
What the hell – they had candy left. She grabbed a handful from the bowl in the entryway and opened the door.
Two little girls, 12 or 13 maybe, stood there in their Princess costumes. “Trick or Treat!” they repeated.
Emily’s survival radar had kept her alive. It was usually in excellent working order, but the sight of the two young girls fooled it completely. She reached out to drop the candy into their bags.
Someone shouted “TRICK!” and six girls swarmed over Emily. She didn’t scream, saved her breath for fighting, but the odds were against her. They dragged her inside and bulldogged her down to the floor.
Emily took stock of her situation. Experience kicked in – she stopped struggling. They had her pinned on her back. The best thing to do was wait, save her strength – she might need it desperately later on.
She knew her attackers now – neighborhood girls and classmates. Joanna and Brittany had her wrists, Ashley and Meghan her ankles, Sara and Candice stood by, the latter with a canvas tote in her hand. Emily sensed no malice in them, but that could change – it would be best if she regained control of the situation right now.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she asked. “Right now, you’re looking at assault and trespassing. Keep it up, and it will turn into unlawful imprisonment, maybe kidnapping. That’s five years in the Gray Bar Hotel, at least. You might want to reconsider this situation.”
“You’ll see,” Candice said, grinning. “Relax and enjoy it!” She dumped the tote out onto the floor - it had held two small dog collars, some long narrow straps, a folded bandana and a small water bottle. Sara moved the coffee table, then she and Sara shifted the big arm chair.
Candice strapped Emily’s wrists together over her head with a collar, then ran a strap through the leash ring, tied it off to a leg of the couch. Sara strapped Emily’s ankles together with another collar, elevated them with a throw pillow off the couch, tied them off with a longer strap to a chair leg.
Brittany stepped out of her Birkenstocks, spread Emily’s robe open and straddled her waist. Meghan kneeled next to Emily’s feet and flipped off her left slipper – the right slipper had come adrift in the struggle.
Horrified realization came to Emily. Tickling! She would almost rather take a beating!
“NOOOOO!” she yelled. “NOT THAT! I’LL GET YOU FOR THIS!”
In response, Brittany pushed up the bottom of Emily’s t-shirt. She reached up under the t-shirt and flicked her nails in the girl’s armpits, while Meghan scrabbled on Emily’s soles with both hands. Emily bucked violently, laughing helplessly at the top of her lungs, struggling desperately to escape the tickling.
The others watched appreciatively as Brittany tickled her way down Emily’s exposed ribcage, tickling each rib, then back up, tickling the spaces in between. Meghan held Emily’s toes back and tickled across the stretched out soles, left to right, then back across the soft skin under the toes. Emily bucked again, laughing harder, red faced, tears streaming.
“Hey, check it out,” Meghan called. “Her toes are really, really ticklish! Let’s remember that!”
Brittany lobster clawed Emily’s ribs, then switched to the sensitive sides, while Meghan switched one hand to the back of Emily’s knee, meanwhile tickling both arches with the other. Emily bounced and squirmed, laughing like mad.
Now Meghan’s tickle torture concentrated on both knees, moved up the back of the thighs, then lobster clawed down the front of the thighs to the knees again. Brittany’s tickling hands moved onto Emily’s tummy, side to side, crossing over, back to the sides again, over and over. She tickled back onto the tummy again and then circled one perfect nail around Emily’s navel, and her victim’s laughter went off the scale.
Meghan tickled around to the backs of the thighs again. She kept it up with one hand, and tickled Brittany’s upturned bare sole with the other. Brittany squeaked, jumped, then dismounted, still tickling Emily’s tummy as she did so. Meghan knee walked her way up the opposite side of Emily while tickling a thigh, then a hip, then joined in for some four-handed tickling on Emily’s tummy. Brittany tickled down the other hip to the other thigh, shifted slightly and lobster clawed both thighs down to the knees. Then Meghan put a leg over Emily and, from her straddle position, tickle tortured the tummy – sides – tummy – sides – over and over.
Brittany and Meghan kept it up while Emily laughed and laughed, sweaty, red faced, tears streaming down her face. Meghan tickled up and down Emily’s sides, hips to armpits, while Brittany tickled up and down the backs of her thighs and knees. Brittany kept it up with one hand, switching to Emily’s arches with the other while Emily’s musical laughter filled the room. Then Brittany spider walked the nails of both hands up and down Emily’s feet, toes to heels and back again, tickling as fast as she could manage. Meghan switched back to navel tickling, and Brittany added the final touches – she spread Emily’s toes and tickled between them, tickling between each pair, then held them back and tickled under them, side to side, over and over, covering both feet. Emily arched her back and laughed herself breathless.
And so it went. Ashley and Joanna took their turn at tickle-torturing Emily, Emily laughed and laughed until she thought she would go mad. These two weren’t nearly as skilled as Brittany and Meghan, but they managed well enough. Ashley especially – she knew all about foot tickling from the inside, and used every trick she knew on the redhead’s ticklish feet. She even gave Joanna a tutorial – not that the girl needed it, because she, too, knew all about tickling from the inside, courtesy of her cousins. They reduced Emily to red-faced silent laughter for the second time.
Candice and Sara went last. By now, Emily had lost all power of resistance, or even coherent thought. Sara had tickled Emily once before, and knew all of the ticklish spots. With Candice’s help, she tickled every one. Emily slipped into ticklish delirium as she laughed – and laughed – and laughed some more. Finally, Sara and Candice faced each other across Emily’s body. The started by tickling Emily’s armpits, tickled up and down her ribs and sides, onto the tummy, and on her sides again. Then the thighs, knees, feet – oh ghod, the feet! – and Emily laughed herself breathless for the third time.
Ashley tossed the bandana to Candice, who used it to gently wipe Emily’s face. Joanna unstrapped the girl’s wrists, Meghan her ankles. Sara helped Emily to sit up – she was still short of breath, and her muscles weren’t quite under her control yet.
Emily drew her legs up and winced – her abs and sides ached like she’d been beaten with a board. Her lungs felt like she had run a race, her throat was desert dry. Sara handed her the water bottle – she drained it in three long draughts.
“Well, that was the trick,” Joanna said. “And as a bonus, that was also the initiation ceremony to our club – the Ancient and Honorable Society of Vellatrices, Tickle Street Chapter. You’re in if you want to be.”
“Here’s the treat,” Sara added. “You get to take revenge.”
Emily took stock of herself. Oddly enough, she felt great. The laughing must have released a lot of natural endorphins. Tickling wasn’t so bad after all – she just hadn’t taken it far enough.
“OK,” she said. “I’ll join. And Sara started this, so she’s gonna be my first victim.”
“Oh shit!” Sara said. She had always felt that it was better to give than to receive.
“How about some toe tickling, Sara?” Emily asked sweetly. “I want to hear you sing.”
With a look of resignation on her face, Sara sat and pulled off her shoes and socks. She laid down on the floor, and Candice hogtied her with the collars and straps. “Here ya go, Emily,” Candice said cheerfully. “Toes are good, but here…” She tickled the balls of Sara’s feet, forcing a burst of ticklish laughter. “…is even better! And don’t forget her arches and heels,” she added, demonstrating, while Sara laughed and squirmed.
Candice stopped tickling. “Bitch!” Sara gasped out – but there was a smile on her face. “Come on, Emily – I’ll sing for you!”
Emily retied her robe, kneeled with one knee on each side of Sara’s legs to prevent a roll over. She held Sara’s toes back, scrabbbled her nails on the ball of Sara’s right foot, switched to the left, then back again, over and over. Sara laughed helplessly at the top of her lungs.
I really have spent too much time alone this past year, Emily thought. One weekend a month doesen’t quite make it. These are good people, fun loving and playful, and there’s not an ounce of meanness in them. I’m glad they recruited me.
She tickled the soft skin under Sara’s toes, then released them and tickled the soles, watching the toes twitch and curl. As she tickled down Sara’s arches to her heels, she had another thought: SciFi cons were infested with closet ticklephiles. They’d tried to tickle her often enough. She’d bring her… friends… to the next con, and teach the others a lesson!
Yes, friends, she thought, as Sara laughed and laughed. It’s time I rejoined the human race.
***THE END***
For those who came in late, links to the other stories in this series are here:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=30219
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I'm glad that you have revived it.
