My first story here, I had posted a few others on DA as BrazenGlory. Any criticisms would be welcome!
Karen loved haunted houses, even when she was a little girl, so when the opportunity came to work at one, she jumped on it immediately. As a college student, Karen looked for anything to distract her from her studies of gravimetric theories and hyper spatial coordinates, and this job worked perfectly. She got to scare the snot out of everyone she saw, and she would laugh loudly every time.
One particular night she was scaring exceptionally well, and jumped out from behind her stand and a group of girls screamed so loudly one almost fainted. Karen laughed and turned around, and in an instant her laughter turned into screams as well. Two of the girls attacked her, but knowing they would get in serious trouble if they assaulted Karen, instead started tickling her. Karen immediately started screaming and thrashing; she was extremely, horrifically, and unbelievably ticklish. As soon as the tickle assault started, three huge guys came out of nowhere to Karen’s rescue and moved the girls along quickly. One guy checked on Karen to make sure she was okay, and when she convinced him she was, he left also.
Karen had always been that ticklish, and it proved difficult in her personal life. Everyone with a stray finger, or a surprise back rub, or god forbid a foot rub, sent her into a frenzy of wild laughter. At first she tolerated it, but eventually she came to hate it, and tried her best to hide her ticklishness as much as possible. But when you’re 5’3” and curvy, your clothes don’t always cover you, and people love to poke your exposed skin.
On the last weekend of the haunted house, Karen was stationed in a different part, a slightly more secluded area where only a few brave souls ventured. She scared everyone who came through, but was getting bored with the light traffic of this area. It was around 11 when she heard another group of people coming through, and taking her place, waited patiently for them to walk through. As she waited, her mind began to wander and suddenly she lost her concentration and missed her opportunity. When she finally did jump out, there was only one person in the room, a slightly taller girl wearing a cloak that covered her face. Karen could barely discern the shape of her body under the cloak it was so thick and dark. Karen turned around to get back into position, and suddenly everything went black.
Karen woke up dazed and unsure of where she was. She jumped up when she realized she was stripped down to her bra and panties, and started screaming for help. She looked around the room she was in, which was somewhat large, and it looked like it was decorated exactly as the haunted house was, which confused her even more. She quickly set about finding something to cover herself with, frantically praying she would find something before someone saw her like this. Eventually she went around the whole room and came up empty. She hugged herself and started to shake, terrified that she may be trapped here, since no one answered her screams for help, fire, or even rape.
Karen’s analytical mind started coming through, and she began working on a plan to get out. She started diligently searching for anything that she could find to help her escape, and came upon a strange box above her head. It looked like it was made of clear plastic, roughly the size of a shoe box, with two circular holes cut into the bottom. Inside was a smaller puzzle box with what looked like a key inside. Karen quickly started looking for the lock the key would fit, and finally found a round hatch with a small lock on it. The hatch seemed to fit the wall perfectly, there was no way she could pry it off and bypass the lock. Karen went back to the box and studied it. She would have to put both hands into the box to work open the puzzle box, that was sure. Her mind flooded with all of the horror movies she watched, all of the death traps in those movies as well.
Karen knew she had to open the puzzle box to get out, and steeled herself for what she had to do. Reaching up with both hands, she was barely able to reach inside without standing on her tiptoes when the box activated and trapped both her hands inside. Karen knew this would happen, but she didn’t plan on the holes being so tight, and so comfortable. She felt no pain when the holes closed, but she was still able to reach the puzzle box and start on the solution. Suddenly there was a heavy sliding sound behind her, and a million thoughts raced through her head, each one more terrifying than the last. Eventually her terror became reality when she felt someone touch her back. She jerked the best she could away from the touch, which wasn’t much, and started panicking over what this person was going to do. Eventually whoever it was came around so Karen could see them, and it was the girl in the cloak!
Karen freaked out even more and started screaming at her. After several seconds of language not fit to print here, the girl in the cloak pulled up her right sleeve, revealing a Freddy Krueger glove. Karen started crying immediately, thinking this woman was going to cut her to ribbons, but her cries turned to shock when she realized the knives on the glove were replaced with feathers.
“Oh god no please! Not that, PLEASE! Don’t TICKLE me! I’m so ticklish, I couldn’t stand it. PLEASE!!!”
Karen’s cries fell on deaf ears as the woman crept closer. Suddenly she heard a light, lilting voice coming from the hood:
“I will only tickle you until you get the key. As soon as the puzzle box is solved, the cuffs will release and you can be on your way. It is up to you on how long you get tickled.”
With that, the young woman set upon Karen’s side, trailing the feathers up and down from her exposed and very ticklish armpit, to her vulnerable and rather ticklish tummy. Karen squealed and started laughing hysterically as soon as the feathers touched her bare skin. They tickled more than a feather should, she thought. The girl’s fingers wiggled menacingly as her hand went slowly up and down, causing the feathers to dance on Karen’s overly ticklish flesh. Karen hung there for almost a full minute laughing, her face turning red as the feathers tickled and tickled her. Eventually she remembered about the puzzle box and tried to open it. As soon as her hands reached the box, the feathers changed pace and position, suddenly fluttering quickly over her abdomen. Karen shrieked at the change of sensation and dropped the puzzle box. Her laughter was constant now, ebbing and flowing with her breathing, and it was making it impossible for her to focus. Eventually her tormenter changed positions again, and now the feathers were situated directly in her right armpit. Karen’s eyes flew open at the new sensation and an unearthly cackle escaped her lips. With renewed vigor, she started working on the puzzle box again, trying desperately to see through eyes welled with tears from this ticklish assault.
After several long minutes of this feathery tickle torture, she got the box open and grabbed the key. As soon as that happened, the tickling stopped immediately and the cuffs opened, releasing her hands. Karen lay on the floor for a few minutes trying to catch her breath. The girl in the cloak stood watching her, the fingers in the feather glove tapping on her arm, making the feathers wave in the air.
Karen slowly got to her feet and walked on shaky legs to the hatch, and unlocked it with the key. The hatch slid over, revealing a smallish tube that Karen had to army crawl through to get out of this room. Karen put her head in and slowly made her way through, only to have a metal plate slide down in front of her with some polynumeric equations and a keypad on it, and another metal plate slide down around her legs, effectively trapping her from her knees down in that awful room with that tickle-crazed woman. From a small speaker next to her head she heard the same voice of the woman.
“Since you’re so good at math, let’s see you figure out this equation while I play with your feet!”
Karen screamed bloody murder. Her feet were her most ticklish spot, and now they were exposed and unprotected from that girl, and she was going to tickle her senseless while Karen tried to do math. She barely got the puzzle box solved without dying! Just as Karen started working on the math problem in her head, she felt the feathers return, taking an extremely ticklish trip on her bare soles. Karen screamed, howled, cackled, and laughed her heart out as those feathers went everywhere on her feet. Up and down her soles, all along the sides, over the tops of her feet, between her toes, and the worst of all, tickling her arches. Her arches were the most ticklish part of her feet, and this girl was playing with them non-stop. As much as she would tickle everywhere else on Karen’s feet, she always came back to her arches, and each time all Karen could do was scream in tortured laughter.
Karen began again to solve the equation, trying her best to push out the torturous tickling sensations coming from her feet. If this girl would just leave her arches alone for a few minutes, she could get it and put in the answer on the keypad, but apparently she was having too much fun making Karen suffer through her excruciatingly ticklish arches. After what felt like hours to Karen, she finally solved the problem and punched in the answer. Both metal plates retracted and Karen quickly crawled through to freedom, hearing an audible sigh coming from her torturer.
Karen lay on the floor in this new room and again tried to catch her breath. The severe tickling she had just received took so much out of her she could barely stand, let alone sit up. But she forced herself up to see where she was, and she groaned out loud. Karen was in another room, this one the same size as the last, but with different decorations. Everywhere she looked, all Karen could see was pictures, paintings, drawings, and other forms of art all showing the same thing. Tickling. Everywhere she looked, young women like herself were in grips of tortured hilarity, all of them being tickled mercilessly by feathers, fingers, brushes, and many other implements of tickle torture. All of these women had looks of pure desperation on their faces, a look that Karen had worn many times as a result of everyone she knew tickling her insane. As Karen looked around, tears started welling in her eyes. She didn’t know who trapped her here, but apparently this woman knew her worst fear.
Suddenly the wall opened and the mysterious cloaked girl walked through. The door slid shut immediately, and sealed itself with a hiss.
“How do you like my artwork, Karen? I thought of you as I found all of these images online, each one a perfect picture of tickle torture hell, each one framed perfectly by a screaming, laughing face.”
“What do you want with me, damnit?!?” wailed Karen. “Why go through all of this? Why me?”
The cloaked girl shook her head and said “You still have one trial to go before you are completely free. You must WILLINGLY submit yourself to ten minutes of tickling before I will let you go and reveal everything to you.”
Karen’s mind raced. Ten minutes of tickling and she would be free, but she had to willingly accept the torture. After several minutes of deciding, she finally shook her head yes. The girl motioned for Karen to lay down on a table, and such a weird table it was. There were holes cut out at different places all along the length of the table, as well as cuffs and belts arranged above and below those holes. Karen took her place on the table, and the cloaked girl set about securing her tightly. As she tightened the cuffs and belts, Karen noticed they were also attached to metal poles which allowed a lot of movement. The girl was also adding ropes attached to pulleys to her ankles, wrists, knees, elbows, and head. Karen had no idea what they were for, but she was sure it was going to tickle immensely.
After making sure she was secured properly, the girl then went to a winch and started winding. As the ratchet clanked away, Karen saw several feathers come into view through the holes. They were stationed at her armpits, sides, lower back, belly, thighs, knees, and of course her feet. She started giggling when they made contact, but held still. Karen already figured out it was a kinetic tickling device. If she moved, so would the feathers, and she would effectively tickle herself.
When the table was in place, the girl walked over and gave Karen’s arches a tickle. Karen squealed and laughed, but did her best not to move her feet. The tickling grew in intensity, as did Karen’s laughter, and eventually she jerked her feet away. Suddenly, the feathers on her belly started swaying, and caused Karen to jerk violently to one side, and that started the entire apparatus. Suddenly all of the feathers were moving across her extremely ticklish body, and Karen was in tickle hell. Everywhere she moved, she had feathers tickling her. No matter what she did, they continued tickling her mercilessly. The cloaked girl laughed with Karen, and for an instant she thought she recognized that laugh. That thought was quickly booted out of her head as a thousand tickly spines of the feathers savaged all of her ticklish spots.
Karen had found a new sense of hell as the feathers found a new tickle spot. The backs of her knees were intensely ticklish, and she had never known. That caused her knees to tremble and made the feathers in her armpits move faster, which made her pull on her wrists, which then caused the feathers on her feet to pick up in intensity, which then made the feathers on her belly sway violently side to side, tickling her entire midriff and inside her belly button. Karen was laughing so hard her face was red and tear stained. The cloaked girl was also laughing hysterically, so much so she threw back her head and finally revealed her face. Karen’s mind reeled when she saw it was her own younger sister. The same girl Karen would tickle torment herself for all those years, sitting there laughing hysterically at her predicament. What Karen had no idea of knowing was her sister Nicole was just as trapped as she was. Nicole’s feet were bare and secured in a small box with a large rotating brush. The more Karen struggled, the faster the brush turned and tickled Nicole’s helpless feet.
Eventually Karen’s body could take no more and mercifully she passed out. Nicole, however, was still being tickle tortured with the brush, and she loved every second of it. She pushed her feet further into the super soft bristles and screamed in ticklish laughter as they invaded her toes, tickling the super sensitive spaced between. Nicole looked at Karen and noticed that the feathers were still moving on her body, and even though she was passed out, her body still jerked and twitched, which meant Nicole was in for a very long tickling session.
She couldn’t think of a better way to spend her Halloween Night.
Karen loved haunted houses, even when she was a little girl, so when the opportunity came to work at one, she jumped on it immediately. As a college student, Karen looked for anything to distract her from her studies of gravimetric theories and hyper spatial coordinates, and this job worked perfectly. She got to scare the snot out of everyone she saw, and she would laugh loudly every time.
One particular night she was scaring exceptionally well, and jumped out from behind her stand and a group of girls screamed so loudly one almost fainted. Karen laughed and turned around, and in an instant her laughter turned into screams as well. Two of the girls attacked her, but knowing they would get in serious trouble if they assaulted Karen, instead started tickling her. Karen immediately started screaming and thrashing; she was extremely, horrifically, and unbelievably ticklish. As soon as the tickle assault started, three huge guys came out of nowhere to Karen’s rescue and moved the girls along quickly. One guy checked on Karen to make sure she was okay, and when she convinced him she was, he left also.
Karen had always been that ticklish, and it proved difficult in her personal life. Everyone with a stray finger, or a surprise back rub, or god forbid a foot rub, sent her into a frenzy of wild laughter. At first she tolerated it, but eventually she came to hate it, and tried her best to hide her ticklishness as much as possible. But when you’re 5’3” and curvy, your clothes don’t always cover you, and people love to poke your exposed skin.
On the last weekend of the haunted house, Karen was stationed in a different part, a slightly more secluded area where only a few brave souls ventured. She scared everyone who came through, but was getting bored with the light traffic of this area. It was around 11 when she heard another group of people coming through, and taking her place, waited patiently for them to walk through. As she waited, her mind began to wander and suddenly she lost her concentration and missed her opportunity. When she finally did jump out, there was only one person in the room, a slightly taller girl wearing a cloak that covered her face. Karen could barely discern the shape of her body under the cloak it was so thick and dark. Karen turned around to get back into position, and suddenly everything went black.
Karen woke up dazed and unsure of where she was. She jumped up when she realized she was stripped down to her bra and panties, and started screaming for help. She looked around the room she was in, which was somewhat large, and it looked like it was decorated exactly as the haunted house was, which confused her even more. She quickly set about finding something to cover herself with, frantically praying she would find something before someone saw her like this. Eventually she went around the whole room and came up empty. She hugged herself and started to shake, terrified that she may be trapped here, since no one answered her screams for help, fire, or even rape.
Karen’s analytical mind started coming through, and she began working on a plan to get out. She started diligently searching for anything that she could find to help her escape, and came upon a strange box above her head. It looked like it was made of clear plastic, roughly the size of a shoe box, with two circular holes cut into the bottom. Inside was a smaller puzzle box with what looked like a key inside. Karen quickly started looking for the lock the key would fit, and finally found a round hatch with a small lock on it. The hatch seemed to fit the wall perfectly, there was no way she could pry it off and bypass the lock. Karen went back to the box and studied it. She would have to put both hands into the box to work open the puzzle box, that was sure. Her mind flooded with all of the horror movies she watched, all of the death traps in those movies as well.
Karen knew she had to open the puzzle box to get out, and steeled herself for what she had to do. Reaching up with both hands, she was barely able to reach inside without standing on her tiptoes when the box activated and trapped both her hands inside. Karen knew this would happen, but she didn’t plan on the holes being so tight, and so comfortable. She felt no pain when the holes closed, but she was still able to reach the puzzle box and start on the solution. Suddenly there was a heavy sliding sound behind her, and a million thoughts raced through her head, each one more terrifying than the last. Eventually her terror became reality when she felt someone touch her back. She jerked the best she could away from the touch, which wasn’t much, and started panicking over what this person was going to do. Eventually whoever it was came around so Karen could see them, and it was the girl in the cloak!
Karen freaked out even more and started screaming at her. After several seconds of language not fit to print here, the girl in the cloak pulled up her right sleeve, revealing a Freddy Krueger glove. Karen started crying immediately, thinking this woman was going to cut her to ribbons, but her cries turned to shock when she realized the knives on the glove were replaced with feathers.
“Oh god no please! Not that, PLEASE! Don’t TICKLE me! I’m so ticklish, I couldn’t stand it. PLEASE!!!”
Karen’s cries fell on deaf ears as the woman crept closer. Suddenly she heard a light, lilting voice coming from the hood:
“I will only tickle you until you get the key. As soon as the puzzle box is solved, the cuffs will release and you can be on your way. It is up to you on how long you get tickled.”
With that, the young woman set upon Karen’s side, trailing the feathers up and down from her exposed and very ticklish armpit, to her vulnerable and rather ticklish tummy. Karen squealed and started laughing hysterically as soon as the feathers touched her bare skin. They tickled more than a feather should, she thought. The girl’s fingers wiggled menacingly as her hand went slowly up and down, causing the feathers to dance on Karen’s overly ticklish flesh. Karen hung there for almost a full minute laughing, her face turning red as the feathers tickled and tickled her. Eventually she remembered about the puzzle box and tried to open it. As soon as her hands reached the box, the feathers changed pace and position, suddenly fluttering quickly over her abdomen. Karen shrieked at the change of sensation and dropped the puzzle box. Her laughter was constant now, ebbing and flowing with her breathing, and it was making it impossible for her to focus. Eventually her tormenter changed positions again, and now the feathers were situated directly in her right armpit. Karen’s eyes flew open at the new sensation and an unearthly cackle escaped her lips. With renewed vigor, she started working on the puzzle box again, trying desperately to see through eyes welled with tears from this ticklish assault.
After several long minutes of this feathery tickle torture, she got the box open and grabbed the key. As soon as that happened, the tickling stopped immediately and the cuffs opened, releasing her hands. Karen lay on the floor for a few minutes trying to catch her breath. The girl in the cloak stood watching her, the fingers in the feather glove tapping on her arm, making the feathers wave in the air.
Karen slowly got to her feet and walked on shaky legs to the hatch, and unlocked it with the key. The hatch slid over, revealing a smallish tube that Karen had to army crawl through to get out of this room. Karen put her head in and slowly made her way through, only to have a metal plate slide down in front of her with some polynumeric equations and a keypad on it, and another metal plate slide down around her legs, effectively trapping her from her knees down in that awful room with that tickle-crazed woman. From a small speaker next to her head she heard the same voice of the woman.
“Since you’re so good at math, let’s see you figure out this equation while I play with your feet!”
Karen screamed bloody murder. Her feet were her most ticklish spot, and now they were exposed and unprotected from that girl, and she was going to tickle her senseless while Karen tried to do math. She barely got the puzzle box solved without dying! Just as Karen started working on the math problem in her head, she felt the feathers return, taking an extremely ticklish trip on her bare soles. Karen screamed, howled, cackled, and laughed her heart out as those feathers went everywhere on her feet. Up and down her soles, all along the sides, over the tops of her feet, between her toes, and the worst of all, tickling her arches. Her arches were the most ticklish part of her feet, and this girl was playing with them non-stop. As much as she would tickle everywhere else on Karen’s feet, she always came back to her arches, and each time all Karen could do was scream in tortured laughter.
Karen began again to solve the equation, trying her best to push out the torturous tickling sensations coming from her feet. If this girl would just leave her arches alone for a few minutes, she could get it and put in the answer on the keypad, but apparently she was having too much fun making Karen suffer through her excruciatingly ticklish arches. After what felt like hours to Karen, she finally solved the problem and punched in the answer. Both metal plates retracted and Karen quickly crawled through to freedom, hearing an audible sigh coming from her torturer.
Karen lay on the floor in this new room and again tried to catch her breath. The severe tickling she had just received took so much out of her she could barely stand, let alone sit up. But she forced herself up to see where she was, and she groaned out loud. Karen was in another room, this one the same size as the last, but with different decorations. Everywhere she looked, all Karen could see was pictures, paintings, drawings, and other forms of art all showing the same thing. Tickling. Everywhere she looked, young women like herself were in grips of tortured hilarity, all of them being tickled mercilessly by feathers, fingers, brushes, and many other implements of tickle torture. All of these women had looks of pure desperation on their faces, a look that Karen had worn many times as a result of everyone she knew tickling her insane. As Karen looked around, tears started welling in her eyes. She didn’t know who trapped her here, but apparently this woman knew her worst fear.
Suddenly the wall opened and the mysterious cloaked girl walked through. The door slid shut immediately, and sealed itself with a hiss.
“How do you like my artwork, Karen? I thought of you as I found all of these images online, each one a perfect picture of tickle torture hell, each one framed perfectly by a screaming, laughing face.”
“What do you want with me, damnit?!?” wailed Karen. “Why go through all of this? Why me?”
The cloaked girl shook her head and said “You still have one trial to go before you are completely free. You must WILLINGLY submit yourself to ten minutes of tickling before I will let you go and reveal everything to you.”
Karen’s mind raced. Ten minutes of tickling and she would be free, but she had to willingly accept the torture. After several minutes of deciding, she finally shook her head yes. The girl motioned for Karen to lay down on a table, and such a weird table it was. There were holes cut out at different places all along the length of the table, as well as cuffs and belts arranged above and below those holes. Karen took her place on the table, and the cloaked girl set about securing her tightly. As she tightened the cuffs and belts, Karen noticed they were also attached to metal poles which allowed a lot of movement. The girl was also adding ropes attached to pulleys to her ankles, wrists, knees, elbows, and head. Karen had no idea what they were for, but she was sure it was going to tickle immensely.
After making sure she was secured properly, the girl then went to a winch and started winding. As the ratchet clanked away, Karen saw several feathers come into view through the holes. They were stationed at her armpits, sides, lower back, belly, thighs, knees, and of course her feet. She started giggling when they made contact, but held still. Karen already figured out it was a kinetic tickling device. If she moved, so would the feathers, and she would effectively tickle herself.
When the table was in place, the girl walked over and gave Karen’s arches a tickle. Karen squealed and laughed, but did her best not to move her feet. The tickling grew in intensity, as did Karen’s laughter, and eventually she jerked her feet away. Suddenly, the feathers on her belly started swaying, and caused Karen to jerk violently to one side, and that started the entire apparatus. Suddenly all of the feathers were moving across her extremely ticklish body, and Karen was in tickle hell. Everywhere she moved, she had feathers tickling her. No matter what she did, they continued tickling her mercilessly. The cloaked girl laughed with Karen, and for an instant she thought she recognized that laugh. That thought was quickly booted out of her head as a thousand tickly spines of the feathers savaged all of her ticklish spots.
Karen had found a new sense of hell as the feathers found a new tickle spot. The backs of her knees were intensely ticklish, and she had never known. That caused her knees to tremble and made the feathers in her armpits move faster, which made her pull on her wrists, which then caused the feathers on her feet to pick up in intensity, which then made the feathers on her belly sway violently side to side, tickling her entire midriff and inside her belly button. Karen was laughing so hard her face was red and tear stained. The cloaked girl was also laughing hysterically, so much so she threw back her head and finally revealed her face. Karen’s mind reeled when she saw it was her own younger sister. The same girl Karen would tickle torment herself for all those years, sitting there laughing hysterically at her predicament. What Karen had no idea of knowing was her sister Nicole was just as trapped as she was. Nicole’s feet were bare and secured in a small box with a large rotating brush. The more Karen struggled, the faster the brush turned and tickled Nicole’s helpless feet.
Eventually Karen’s body could take no more and mercifully she passed out. Nicole, however, was still being tickle tortured with the brush, and she loved every second of it. She pushed her feet further into the super soft bristles and screamed in ticklish laughter as they invaded her toes, tickling the super sensitive spaced between. Nicole looked at Karen and noticed that the feathers were still moving on her body, and even though she was passed out, her body still jerked and twitched, which meant Nicole was in for a very long tickling session.
She couldn’t think of a better way to spend her Halloween Night.
