Fantastklr
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"Village of the Tickled"
by Fantastklr
Chapter Three
Three of Michelle's own classmates were next in line, and they gladly paid for three minutes. "Oh God, not YOU guys!" Michelle wailed. She had recently angered them by refusing to help them cheat on a math quiz. "Ooh, it looks like payback time, Michelle!" one of the girls said. "Yeah, her little feet look sooo sensitive and soft. I'll bet she just got a pedicure, tickle, tickle, tickle!"
Two of the girls took some Q-tips and began to tickle the bases of her toes, while the third girl used a pair of nylon hairbrushes to torment both of her soles. "YIIIIIHHEEEEEHAAAHAAAAHEEE!! STOPPHAAHAAHAA!!!" Michelle screamed in ticklish agony as all three classmates tickled her feet for the entire three minutes, even though they had obviously 'won' within the first ten seconds! It appeared that Michelle was even more ticklish than Jen, and that even the most inept tickler in the crowd would certainly walk away with a prize.
And so it was. Everyone who tickled Michelle easily made her laugh within seconds. She laughed and laughed as she pulled uselessly on the straps that held her arms up high. She threw her head from side to side as her long red hair lashed against the wooden post behind her. Dozens of people lined up to tickle Michelle during her first hour in the stocks. It was a small town and she knew many of them. Neighbors, other students, several teachers, two policemen, even a former boyfriend! It seemed as if everyone had their own special fun tickling Michelle into fits of hysterics.
Michelle's hour of torture mercifully came to an end, and it was now Jen's turn, once again. She'd recovered well during her break period, and was ready for the challenge of holding back her laughter, if at all possible. She was doing great until her own doctor decided to try his hand at making her laugh. "Hello Jen, how are you feeling?" he asked with an evil grin. "OK, I guess" replied Jen. "Well, I think that you need to have your Babinski reflex tested!" He then removed two tongue depressors from his pocket and began to scrape them up and down her soles. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" Jen laughed out loud, as the doctor smiled and then chose his prize from the rack of toys animals.
Jen was unable to restrain her ticklish laughter during the remainder of her second session in the stocks. It appeared that the more 'experienced' ticklers in the crowd were now on line, patiently waiting their turn to tickle Jen to tears. That became especially evident when a young man took a simple ball point pen and began to scribble on her feet with it. "HAHAHAHAHAHEEHEEHEEE!!" screamed Jen, as he played tic-tac-toe on her bare soles. Her time was finally up, and Michelle reluctantly took her place in the stocks for the fourth and final hour of the event. As before, everyone who tickled Michelle's pretty little feet got her to laugh within seconds. It was becoming a challenge for her to simply catch her breath and keep from passing out!
Michelle's second hour of ticklish torment was almost over when the next group of people on line paid their money and stepped up to the stocks. They were the Hendersons, a young family who lived down the street from Michelle's dorm building. They were here at the carnival today with their little boy and their two dogs.
"Oh, Hi Michelle! How wonderful it is that you are helping to raise money for the Children's Hospital by letting people tickle your feet!" said Mrs. Henderson with a giggle. "I would NEVER have thought up such a crazy game! But we just made a ten dollar donation and want to win a toy for our little Johnny, so get ready to be TICKLED!!" Just as she reached for a feather, little Johnny's chocolate ice cream cone began to melt and drip onto Michelle's right foot. "EEEEEKK!!" she screamed as the frigid liquid oozed between her pink little toes. "HeeHeeHAHAHAHAHA!!" she then suddenly burst out laughing, even though her neighbor hadn't begun to tickle her yet. But she felt her right foot being mercilessly tickled and she was laughing hysterically.
"Oh my Lord!" exclaimed Mrs. Henderson, "LOOK, Duke is LICKING Johnny's ice cream from her foot!" Sure enough, the big, black dog was happily licking Michelle's right foot. "Johnny, give me your ice cream cone, I'll buy you another one later!" said Mr. Henderson as he took the melting cone from his son and let it drip onto both of Michelle's captive bare feet. He then smiled to Mrs. Henderson who guided their other dog Daisy over to Michelle's left foot, since Duke had already claimed her right foot. With a thick layer of melted chocolate ice cream now covering both of her naked feet, the two large hungry dogs, with their powerful raspy tongues, licked and licked till there wasn't a drop left. They licked and licked at every square inch, every tiny ticklish crevice, of her extremely ticklish pretty little feet! She went completely berserk with deranged, maniacal laughter. "HEEEHEEEHAAAHAAAHEEEHEEEHAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
The crowd also went wild with laughter as they watched the two dogs licking Michelle's feet, as she sat helplessly in the stocks with her big toes pinned back and her wrists bound to the post. There was nothing, absolutely NOTHING that she could do to stop those awful tickling tongues. The laughter was so loud and intense, some of the students who were operating several nearby booths came over to join the crowd. Their booths were practically empty anyway, thanks to the huge success of 'the tickling game'.
When it was all over, both Jen and Michelle were completely drained of energy. They had each spent a total of two torturous hours being tickled in the stocks, but they had collected almost twelve-hundred dollars during those four hours! With Mr. Nelson's pledged matching fund, that brought their total to nearly three-thousand six-hundred dollars, much more money than any other group had raised. Yes, they received their prizes and mayoral commendations with pride and honor. When the mayor asked the girls if it was worth it, Michelle replied "well YES, except maybe for those damned DOGS!!"
by Fantastklr
Chapter Three
Three of Michelle's own classmates were next in line, and they gladly paid for three minutes. "Oh God, not YOU guys!" Michelle wailed. She had recently angered them by refusing to help them cheat on a math quiz. "Ooh, it looks like payback time, Michelle!" one of the girls said. "Yeah, her little feet look sooo sensitive and soft. I'll bet she just got a pedicure, tickle, tickle, tickle!"
Two of the girls took some Q-tips and began to tickle the bases of her toes, while the third girl used a pair of nylon hairbrushes to torment both of her soles. "YIIIIIHHEEEEEHAAAHAAAAHEEE!! STOPPHAAHAAHAA!!!" Michelle screamed in ticklish agony as all three classmates tickled her feet for the entire three minutes, even though they had obviously 'won' within the first ten seconds! It appeared that Michelle was even more ticklish than Jen, and that even the most inept tickler in the crowd would certainly walk away with a prize.
And so it was. Everyone who tickled Michelle easily made her laugh within seconds. She laughed and laughed as she pulled uselessly on the straps that held her arms up high. She threw her head from side to side as her long red hair lashed against the wooden post behind her. Dozens of people lined up to tickle Michelle during her first hour in the stocks. It was a small town and she knew many of them. Neighbors, other students, several teachers, two policemen, even a former boyfriend! It seemed as if everyone had their own special fun tickling Michelle into fits of hysterics.
Michelle's hour of torture mercifully came to an end, and it was now Jen's turn, once again. She'd recovered well during her break period, and was ready for the challenge of holding back her laughter, if at all possible. She was doing great until her own doctor decided to try his hand at making her laugh. "Hello Jen, how are you feeling?" he asked with an evil grin. "OK, I guess" replied Jen. "Well, I think that you need to have your Babinski reflex tested!" He then removed two tongue depressors from his pocket and began to scrape them up and down her soles. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" Jen laughed out loud, as the doctor smiled and then chose his prize from the rack of toys animals.
Jen was unable to restrain her ticklish laughter during the remainder of her second session in the stocks. It appeared that the more 'experienced' ticklers in the crowd were now on line, patiently waiting their turn to tickle Jen to tears. That became especially evident when a young man took a simple ball point pen and began to scribble on her feet with it. "HAHAHAHAHAHEEHEEHEEE!!" screamed Jen, as he played tic-tac-toe on her bare soles. Her time was finally up, and Michelle reluctantly took her place in the stocks for the fourth and final hour of the event. As before, everyone who tickled Michelle's pretty little feet got her to laugh within seconds. It was becoming a challenge for her to simply catch her breath and keep from passing out!
Michelle's second hour of ticklish torment was almost over when the next group of people on line paid their money and stepped up to the stocks. They were the Hendersons, a young family who lived down the street from Michelle's dorm building. They were here at the carnival today with their little boy and their two dogs.
"Oh, Hi Michelle! How wonderful it is that you are helping to raise money for the Children's Hospital by letting people tickle your feet!" said Mrs. Henderson with a giggle. "I would NEVER have thought up such a crazy game! But we just made a ten dollar donation and want to win a toy for our little Johnny, so get ready to be TICKLED!!" Just as she reached for a feather, little Johnny's chocolate ice cream cone began to melt and drip onto Michelle's right foot. "EEEEEKK!!" she screamed as the frigid liquid oozed between her pink little toes. "HeeHeeHAHAHAHAHA!!" she then suddenly burst out laughing, even though her neighbor hadn't begun to tickle her yet. But she felt her right foot being mercilessly tickled and she was laughing hysterically.
"Oh my Lord!" exclaimed Mrs. Henderson, "LOOK, Duke is LICKING Johnny's ice cream from her foot!" Sure enough, the big, black dog was happily licking Michelle's right foot. "Johnny, give me your ice cream cone, I'll buy you another one later!" said Mr. Henderson as he took the melting cone from his son and let it drip onto both of Michelle's captive bare feet. He then smiled to Mrs. Henderson who guided their other dog Daisy over to Michelle's left foot, since Duke had already claimed her right foot. With a thick layer of melted chocolate ice cream now covering both of her naked feet, the two large hungry dogs, with their powerful raspy tongues, licked and licked till there wasn't a drop left. They licked and licked at every square inch, every tiny ticklish crevice, of her extremely ticklish pretty little feet! She went completely berserk with deranged, maniacal laughter. "HEEEHEEEHAAAHAAAHEEEHEEEHAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
The crowd also went wild with laughter as they watched the two dogs licking Michelle's feet, as she sat helplessly in the stocks with her big toes pinned back and her wrists bound to the post. There was nothing, absolutely NOTHING that she could do to stop those awful tickling tongues. The laughter was so loud and intense, some of the students who were operating several nearby booths came over to join the crowd. Their booths were practically empty anyway, thanks to the huge success of 'the tickling game'.
When it was all over, both Jen and Michelle were completely drained of energy. They had each spent a total of two torturous hours being tickled in the stocks, but they had collected almost twelve-hundred dollars during those four hours! With Mr. Nelson's pledged matching fund, that brought their total to nearly three-thousand six-hundred dollars, much more money than any other group had raised. Yes, they received their prizes and mayoral commendations with pride and honor. When the mayor asked the girls if it was worth it, Michelle replied "well YES, except maybe for those damned DOGS!!"
