tickle-me-mike
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After at least 5 more replies, I'll post the conclusion.
Part 2
Lois Lane was cackling as Rachel continued tickling her hosed soles. Rachel danced her fingertips across Lois Lane’s hosed soles as Lois continued to howl with laughter. Within a few minutes, Rachel already had Lois Lane looking like a sweaty mess, and the real torture hadn’t even begun.
“HAHAAHAAHAA HOHOHOHOOHOO!” Lois laughed.
After her few moments of tickling Lois, Rachel stopped for a moment. “Just take a look at her! She’s already huffing and puffing, and we’re only a few minutes in! I suppose that comes from all them years of bein’ a smoker. I’ll bet you wish you coulda put down those cigarettes now.” Rachel illustrated her point with a quick poke to Lois’ ribs.
“Eep! My smoking is none of your business. I am a grown woman and – HeeHeeHee!” Rachel had gone back to running her fingers up and down Lois Lane’s hosed soles. ”I can HAHA smoke HEHE as much OOH OOHH as I want AHH AHH toHOOHOOHOO!” In truth, at this point, Lois was regretting her status as a smoker, but there was no way she was going to admit it to this crowd.
“Koochi koochie koo! Are you really that ticklish, Lois? I’ve never had anybody quite so ticklish in these stocks. They sure do make ‘em ticklish in the big cities like Metropolis. I doubt you’d find a girl as ticklish as you are in Smallville,” Rachel ridiculed Lois as she thrashed her feet as much as she could in the stocks.
“You can’t do this to meHEEHEE! OHH EEP AHH! I’m not more HOHAHAHO ticklish than OH NO NO AH AH than anybody else HOHOHO!” This was worse than any other torture Lois Lane had ever received.
“You sure do have a big mouth for someone in this situation. I sure would like to shut you up, but I think it’s kinda funny to see you sufferin’ for once,” Rachel said.
“If youHOOHOOHOOO think you CAHAHAHAN BREAHAYAYK MEHHEEEHHE, think again. I’m used HAHAHA to being in HEEHEEHEE tough jams. OOHOHHH! Remember, I’m HHHAHHHA HAAHAAH I’m ticklish!” Lois blurted out.
“Oh you’re ticklish? I could have figured that out on my own. And it looks like I already am breaking you,” Rachel told Lois as she ran her fingers across her soles again.
“I meant to HAHHAHH say HAYHAY HAYHAY I’m a HAHAHA!” Lois trailed off in laughter.
“You’re a what? Spit it out, city girl,” Rachel ordered Lois.
“INVESTIGATIVE REPORTER HHEEHHEEEHOOHOOHAAHAAA” Lois yelled. “I’ve been through HOOOOHOOOHOO worse situations HAHAHA than this.”
“Looks like this is a pretty tough jam to me. Wanna cigarette?” Rachel asked sarcastically.
Lois was a bit humbled by all the cigarette jokes. She really did need to stop smoking, but she didn’t want to be told to stop smoking during a tickle torture event. “HAAHAAHHAAAA!”
“Look at her, folks. She came here as a tough girl, and she’ll leave here as a fool. She sure does have sensitive feet!” Rachel said.
“This is so unfair! You can’t HAHAHA!” Lois cackled. “Stop it. HAHAHAHA!”
“What’s wrong?” Rachel asked.
Lois had begun to wriggle her toes as she continued to giggle. “HAHHAHH HHUMHUMHUM NOTHING! AHHAHHAHH Nothing at all! HOOHOOHOO Just ticklish, HEEEHEEEE that’s it!”
“You sure are a toe wriggler,” Rachel commented as she pointed to Lois Lane’s wriggling toes. “I guess it’s time for some toe tickling!” Rachel ran her fingers across Lois Lane’s toes.
“HAHHAA HHAAA HAA!” Lois tried to escape the fingers, but it was no use. If Lois Lane had ever been taken down a few pegs, this was that moment.. She was sweating, she was exhausted, and she felt completely defeated by Rachel. Usually, people feared Lois Lane, but how could anybody fear this purple-faced giggling lady that Lois Lane had become. Lois Lane had been outsmarted and tricked into this situation by someone she once thought was beneath her. Obviously, Rachel Harris was the better woman because she was the one who was publicly humiliating Lois Lane as she tortured her.
By now, Rachel had finished with Lois’ toes, and she was poking Lois in the sides. With each and every poke, Lois jumped as high as she could.
“It almost looks like she thinks she can jump to the sky,” Rachel announced.
At the feeling of being poked again, Lois Lane let out a sound that could be described as being somewhat similar to the whimper of a whooped kitten. She was extremely embarrassed as she tried to somehow outmaneuver Rachel’s fingers, but Rachel began to scribble her fingers all over Lois Lane’s sides. Lois could hear the crowd laughing at her as she tried to squirm away from Rachel, who obviously had the upper hand in this situation.
”How much longer?” Lois asked. “I can’t take much more!”
“You still have another half hour!” Rachel answered. “You little hypocrite. You think you are so tough, but you can’t even take an hour of tickling. Halfway through, and I have Lois Lane begging me to stop!”
Lois was upset because she wouldn’t really call this begging. “Eep! AHH! OOH! HEEHEEHEEHEE! I’m not AHAHAHA begging! Lois HOHO Lane HeeHee never HAHAHA begs.”
“Somehow, I never knew what a wimp you were, Miss Lane. It seems to me that you’ve whined more than anybody else I’ve ever tickled,” Rachel told Lois in a superior tone that made Lois feel both angry and embarrassed at the same time.
Somehow, it seemed that the more Lois laughed, the more she lost some of her normal cocky attitude. At times, Lois could be very proud and arrogant, but she was now at the mercy of somebody who made her realize that she wasn’t as superior to the people of Smallville as she originally had assumed. After all, it wasn’t a Smallville resident in the stocks; it was Lois Lane, who at one point had believed that her time in a big city had made her smarter than anybody in some small town such as Smallville.
Rachel began to tickle Lois Lane’s toes again, making Lois hop in her seat with horror. “Rachel, I think I’m done. Please stop the tickling. I really am begging you this time,” Lois asked the sheriff.
“Lois Lane is begging me? Are you sure you’re really begging this time?” Rachel asked.
“Yes, I’m begging. Please, I’m just too ticklish. I admit it. Maybe city girls are more ticklish than farm girls. I’ll also admit that my smoking definitely got the best of me today. You just plain outsmarted me, Rachel. Congratulations, you win. You made a fool of me in front of the entire town,” Lois admitted.
“Thank you, Lois. I’m surprised you would admit this so soon,” Rachel said.
“Cherish this moment. I guarantee you will never experience this again,” Lois said in a somber tone.
“Well, I guess I’ll get back to tickling you for the last 20 minutes before the time runs out. After all, your hour isn’t up,” Rachel informed Lois.
“What? I want to quit now. I admitted that you beat me,” Lois said.
“But I’m not done with you, yet,” Rachel told her.
To Be Continued...
Part 2
Lois Lane was cackling as Rachel continued tickling her hosed soles. Rachel danced her fingertips across Lois Lane’s hosed soles as Lois continued to howl with laughter. Within a few minutes, Rachel already had Lois Lane looking like a sweaty mess, and the real torture hadn’t even begun.
“HAHAAHAAHAA HOHOHOHOOHOO!” Lois laughed.
After her few moments of tickling Lois, Rachel stopped for a moment. “Just take a look at her! She’s already huffing and puffing, and we’re only a few minutes in! I suppose that comes from all them years of bein’ a smoker. I’ll bet you wish you coulda put down those cigarettes now.” Rachel illustrated her point with a quick poke to Lois’ ribs.
“Eep! My smoking is none of your business. I am a grown woman and – HeeHeeHee!” Rachel had gone back to running her fingers up and down Lois Lane’s hosed soles. ”I can HAHA smoke HEHE as much OOH OOHH as I want AHH AHH toHOOHOOHOO!” In truth, at this point, Lois was regretting her status as a smoker, but there was no way she was going to admit it to this crowd.
“Koochi koochie koo! Are you really that ticklish, Lois? I’ve never had anybody quite so ticklish in these stocks. They sure do make ‘em ticklish in the big cities like Metropolis. I doubt you’d find a girl as ticklish as you are in Smallville,” Rachel ridiculed Lois as she thrashed her feet as much as she could in the stocks.
“You can’t do this to meHEEHEE! OHH EEP AHH! I’m not more HOHAHAHO ticklish than OH NO NO AH AH than anybody else HOHOHO!” This was worse than any other torture Lois Lane had ever received.
“You sure do have a big mouth for someone in this situation. I sure would like to shut you up, but I think it’s kinda funny to see you sufferin’ for once,” Rachel said.
“If youHOOHOOHOOO think you CAHAHAHAN BREAHAYAYK MEHHEEEHHE, think again. I’m used HAHAHA to being in HEEHEEHEE tough jams. OOHOHHH! Remember, I’m HHHAHHHA HAAHAAH I’m ticklish!” Lois blurted out.
“Oh you’re ticklish? I could have figured that out on my own. And it looks like I already am breaking you,” Rachel told Lois as she ran her fingers across her soles again.
“I meant to HAHHAHH say HAYHAY HAYHAY I’m a HAHAHA!” Lois trailed off in laughter.
“You’re a what? Spit it out, city girl,” Rachel ordered Lois.
“INVESTIGATIVE REPORTER HHEEHHEEEHOOHOOHAAHAAA” Lois yelled. “I’ve been through HOOOOHOOOHOO worse situations HAHAHA than this.”
“Looks like this is a pretty tough jam to me. Wanna cigarette?” Rachel asked sarcastically.
Lois was a bit humbled by all the cigarette jokes. She really did need to stop smoking, but she didn’t want to be told to stop smoking during a tickle torture event. “HAAHAAHHAAAA!”
“Look at her, folks. She came here as a tough girl, and she’ll leave here as a fool. She sure does have sensitive feet!” Rachel said.
“This is so unfair! You can’t HAHAHA!” Lois cackled. “Stop it. HAHAHAHA!”
“What’s wrong?” Rachel asked.
Lois had begun to wriggle her toes as she continued to giggle. “HAHHAHH HHUMHUMHUM NOTHING! AHHAHHAHH Nothing at all! HOOHOOHOO Just ticklish, HEEEHEEEE that’s it!”
“You sure are a toe wriggler,” Rachel commented as she pointed to Lois Lane’s wriggling toes. “I guess it’s time for some toe tickling!” Rachel ran her fingers across Lois Lane’s toes.
“HAHHAA HHAAA HAA!” Lois tried to escape the fingers, but it was no use. If Lois Lane had ever been taken down a few pegs, this was that moment.. She was sweating, she was exhausted, and she felt completely defeated by Rachel. Usually, people feared Lois Lane, but how could anybody fear this purple-faced giggling lady that Lois Lane had become. Lois Lane had been outsmarted and tricked into this situation by someone she once thought was beneath her. Obviously, Rachel Harris was the better woman because she was the one who was publicly humiliating Lois Lane as she tortured her.
By now, Rachel had finished with Lois’ toes, and she was poking Lois in the sides. With each and every poke, Lois jumped as high as she could.
“It almost looks like she thinks she can jump to the sky,” Rachel announced.
At the feeling of being poked again, Lois Lane let out a sound that could be described as being somewhat similar to the whimper of a whooped kitten. She was extremely embarrassed as she tried to somehow outmaneuver Rachel’s fingers, but Rachel began to scribble her fingers all over Lois Lane’s sides. Lois could hear the crowd laughing at her as she tried to squirm away from Rachel, who obviously had the upper hand in this situation.
”How much longer?” Lois asked. “I can’t take much more!”
“You still have another half hour!” Rachel answered. “You little hypocrite. You think you are so tough, but you can’t even take an hour of tickling. Halfway through, and I have Lois Lane begging me to stop!”
Lois was upset because she wouldn’t really call this begging. “Eep! AHH! OOH! HEEHEEHEEHEE! I’m not AHAHAHA begging! Lois HOHO Lane HeeHee never HAHAHA begs.”
“Somehow, I never knew what a wimp you were, Miss Lane. It seems to me that you’ve whined more than anybody else I’ve ever tickled,” Rachel told Lois in a superior tone that made Lois feel both angry and embarrassed at the same time.
Somehow, it seemed that the more Lois laughed, the more she lost some of her normal cocky attitude. At times, Lois could be very proud and arrogant, but she was now at the mercy of somebody who made her realize that she wasn’t as superior to the people of Smallville as she originally had assumed. After all, it wasn’t a Smallville resident in the stocks; it was Lois Lane, who at one point had believed that her time in a big city had made her smarter than anybody in some small town such as Smallville.
Rachel began to tickle Lois Lane’s toes again, making Lois hop in her seat with horror. “Rachel, I think I’m done. Please stop the tickling. I really am begging you this time,” Lois asked the sheriff.
“Lois Lane is begging me? Are you sure you’re really begging this time?” Rachel asked.
“Yes, I’m begging. Please, I’m just too ticklish. I admit it. Maybe city girls are more ticklish than farm girls. I’ll also admit that my smoking definitely got the best of me today. You just plain outsmarted me, Rachel. Congratulations, you win. You made a fool of me in front of the entire town,” Lois admitted.
“Thank you, Lois. I’m surprised you would admit this so soon,” Rachel said.
“Cherish this moment. I guarantee you will never experience this again,” Lois said in a somber tone.
“Well, I guess I’ll get back to tickling you for the last 20 minutes before the time runs out. After all, your hour isn’t up,” Rachel informed Lois.
“What? I want to quit now. I admitted that you beat me,” Lois said.
“But I’m not done with you, yet,” Rachel told her.
To Be Continued...