Theresa gripped the handrail in fearful anticipation as she climbed the stairs up to the Haunted House of Tickles. A group of fellow sick fucks in the tk community had worked on putting this together for months. This had been billed as a terrifying, hair raising, immersive haunted house experience.
She stood in the waiting area with about fourteen other people, as they waited patiently for the last fifteen people to finish exiting. The previous patrons all stumbled out, hair mussed, blearly eyed, wiping away tears, and breathing heavily, interspersed with spontaneous laughter. Those patrons who had come with friends clutched each other for stability as they stumbled, and talked about how scary and torturous it had been. Theresa gulped, and wrung her hands together.
The volunteer usher then drew a black curtain open, and the group of fifteen entered, single file. The usher gave each of them a sadistic grin as they entered, his eyes burning with lust, even though he had been ushering people to their doom for the past seven hours straight.
In the corridor to the first room was a man bound up to a metal table. A woman in a lab coat and goggles was busying herself with something on a counter behind him. "For God's sake don't do it!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed at the newcomers. "RUN, YOU STILL HAVE TIME!!!! YOU CAN TURN BACK!!!" The woman began slowly approaching the man. "No...no!!!...NOOOOOOO!!!!!" She began mercilessly nipping her wiggling long, red nails at his armpits, sides, ribs, and belly, as he flailed as much as possible and shrieked with laughter.
A man dressed as Lucifer greeted them in the first room, and announced that they were about to enter the laboratory of a deranged tickle fetishist who had tickled his victims to death, turning them into tickle zombies. They were doomed to wander this delapitaded mansion for all eternity, retaining only the horrors they had experienced as memories for how to interact with others. And, they were instinctively always on the look out for new victims to recruit.
He flung the door open. "So enter if you dare!" The sounds of ticklish screams of laughter echoed from within. The fifteen guests tiptoed hesitantly into the darkness. Those who came with people clutched each other, and all made little whimpers and squeals of aprehension.
"RAAAAAWWRRRR!!!!!!!" male zombies jumped out wriggling their fingers all over the guests' bellies and backs. The guests screamed in fear, shock, and ticklishness. Their ticklishness so much more intensified by their heightened nerves, and the unexpectedness of the tickle attack. They were all left trying to catch their breath, giggling nervously, and pushed themselves to go on.
They went through a long metallic looking room, with flashing lights, and a lot of twists and turns. A woman zombie approached the crowd with a sick and demonic look in her eyes. "You really think you'll get out of here alive, DON'T YOU?!!!! Well, you didn't count on having to get through me!" She invaded the guests' personal space, laughing wickedly in their faces. Just then someone shouted "The zombies are behind us!" The guests turned their heads to see the zombies from the first room slowly staggering towards them. In dread, they realized the only way out was through. Her. Single file. They lined up in front the female zombie who stood in front of the narrow door out, feet apart and fists on her hips. She wriggled her horrible, horrible long red nails deep into each guest's belly for no less than ten seconds before letting them through. Their knees buckled as they laughed, paralyzed, and then she used her tickling hands to push them through the narrow door, into a pitch black corridor.
The guests could not see a thing. Only hear the shrieks behind them, and the growing heavy breathing and moans of recovery filling the corridor. They tried their best to shuffle forward and put out their hands to try to feel around. Suddenly a light flashed on. To their left, a woman tied to a metal table became visible. "HELP US!!!", and the light went out as quickly as it had gone on. Another flash of light. Another woman on the other side of the corridor. "HELP US!!!!" Darkness. Then suddenly, the crowd knew what was coming. If they were screaming for help, there had to be someone else in the room causing them such terror. Another flash of light. A huge 6'5 man, a tower of muscle was right in front of them!!!! He grinned sadistically, raised wiggling fingers, and lunged. Then darkness. Then nothing. For five seconds. Almost long enough to raise audible confusion in the poor guests. Then in the darkness, a crowd of male and female ler zombies materialized. They wrapped one arm around their respective victim's chest as bondage, and used the other to tickle, goose, and poke all over their torso. Some zombie lers pinned their guest's arm up with one hand, and tickled the exposed armpit with the other. Some of the women selected the more diminutive patrons as their victims. Others opted for big strong men to restrain their patrons while they did all the tickling. Particularly those female zombie lers who wanted to tickle other big strong men. All the while, the lights flashed on and off. While Theresa laughed wildly, she saw glimpses of other people's anguish with every flash of light. A man with his arm pinned up by another man, his armpit taut from being stretched so much, and a woman running her wiggling nails all over it, making his whole arm, armpit, and torso shudder. "NOHOHOHOHOHO!!!!" He screamed. Then darkness. Another flash of light. A woman zombie ler had a slight woman in her clutches, about 5'2 and very thin. She buckled over as the ler held her in a full nelson, attacking her armpits. Darkness. Another flash of light. Theresa had been tickle jostled into facing the first, bound up, screaming woman to the crowd's left. The 6'5 mass of muscle was tormenting her armpits as she shook with silent laughter, his grinning face placed inches from hers. Suddenly, the lights stopped flashing on and off, and a steady strobe light was kept on, which made the scene appear, feel, and even made the ticklish screaming that filled the room sound much more horrifying. Especially now that the entire scene was brought to light.
The zombie lers used their tickling hands to usher out the guests.
The guests stumbled into the next room, trying to adjust their eyes, and catch their breath. They began to murmer to each other about how truly scary this experience was. After about ten seconds there was a click, and music started playing. Circus music. Oh no. The patrons looked around in horror. Yep, killer clown paraphanilia was displayed all over the walls. They stood there frozen in fright, until someone finally whispered "go, go, just go." and they started creeping forward. All of a sudden, an evil clown giggle came from behind the cardboard cut outs of killer clowns that were lining the room. The crowd screamed. But, nothing happened. Another evil clown giggle from a different corner of the room! They screamed again. But, nothing. When the guests in front were about three feet away from the door, a killer clown leapt from the ceiling right down in front of them. The crowd screamed. The clown gave a sinister killer clown giggle "Ohohohoho and where do you think you're going???? Don't you want to stick around for some laughs? uhhhhh Gootchie gootchie goo!!!!" and he began rubbing his gloved index finger deep into the patrons' bellies. He gave another clown giggle "Oh, Giggles loves it when he can make people laugh!" He ran amongst the crowd, giving everyone belly tickles with his index finger that made them buckle over with laughter, and made them crook their arms, trying to shield their bellies from tickles that that had already come and gone. Once he noticed a patron recovering from their laughter enough to start straightening up, they became his next target. After three rounds of everyone being reduced to jello, he finally stood at the door and announced that everyone could leave, single file. "You all come back and visit Giggles again real soon, you hear?" he said, as he gave each patron one last crippling belly tickle before shoving them forward into the next corridor.
Another corridor. Another round of total darkness. The patrons clutched each other whether they had known each other in the beginning or not. At this point, they were all pretty well trauma bonded. They tiptoed through, waiting for the flashing light. The screaming, bound up victims. But, neither appeared. All of a sudden, male and female hands were on them, coming from god knows where! In pitch darkness they were completely unable to defend themselves. This time around there were 3-4 zombie lers per patron, and each patron had a mix of male and female. The hands worked under the patron's shirts, sped around from tickle spot to tickle spot. There was not a moment when any patron was not caught completely off guard. In the commotion, some of the patrons tried to run away, and this soon led to the fifteen guests tripping and falling to the floor. Making them into even more helpless victims. Their attackers straddled them, held them down. And, had them rolling on the floor as much as they could, kicking their legs, and begging and howling with laughter. Suddenly it stopped, a black curtain opened, and a guiding light shone through. The participants wearily crawled out on their hands and knees from exhaustion.
Once out, zombies held bottled water to their mouths and they sipped. They sat with their backs against the wall, catching their breath for a few minutes. Then the caretaking zombies extended their hands out, helped them to their feet, and said "All right, now you have your strength up for the grand finale. Enjoy! 3
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The patrons trudged into a laboratory, where a mad scientist with hair sticking straight up towards the ceiling was tickling a handsome man who was easily the most ticklish person any of the patrons had ever seen. This poor man was being tickled to death! Every tightly bound muscle of his was twitching, tears were pouring from his eyes, and he was screaming bloody murder, his face beet red. It didn't help that this mad scientist seemed to be abnormally skilled. The perverted patrons all stared, mesmorized, their eyes clouded and dialated with lust, breathing heavily. Completely entranced, they didn't notice the big, strong men approaching from behind. Each one 6'5 - 7'0 tall, and a mass of muscle. Suddenly each patron was nabbed from behind by one of the shirtless "lab assistants". Each restrained patron then suddenly had a second enormous man in front of them. The man restraining them lifted them up in the air, and the second man grabbed their feet and placed them on his broad right shoulder, pinning their feet to it with his left hand. The man in back hoisted the top half of his victim onto his broad, right shoulder, and both men marched in unison, facing forward, like pallbearers. As they marched, the man leading the way raked his nails up and down the victim's feet, and the man in back goosed up and down the victim's side. If the patrons' involuntarily thrashing caused the man in back to lose his grip on them, he would hold them by the arms, and let them dangle while screwing his thumbs into their armpits.
All of the patrons had their eyes screwed shut in hysteria, and were not even aware of where they were being carried. The men put their victims on metal tables, just like the ones they had seen tickle tortured victims on throughout this whole hellish experience. The men tied the patrons down tight, and stepped against the wall. The patrons all began to "come to", realize what had happened to them, and started screaming in panic. After a few seconds of collective panicked screaming, fifteen identical mad scientists appeared. There was some scripted monologue about cloning or something, but the patrons...or should I just say victims at this point...were unable to hear it over their screams.
The mad scientists then began the experiment to find the most deadly tickle spot on his respective victim. The spot that would end their life, and turn them into tickle zombies, forever doomed to wander these halls. With incredible speed and dexterity, they hit every conceivable nerve ending on their victim's body. And, only stopped once it had been determined with certainy that they had found the spot that would kill them for sure. And, proceeded to work that spot with just the right technique for it, for the next ten minutes.
When it was over, the scientists left them there for fifteen minutes of recovery. The room was filled with residual laughter for nearly the full fifteen. Then caretaking zombies appeared, untied them, and helped them up. They brought the patrons to the door and politely waved goodbye as they filed out into the gift shop. A person with a cashier's name tag and zombie makeup snapped flash photography of their exhausted and tortured faces as they filed in, and offered them prints for $20 each. As the patrons looked into the camera at the digital versions, they began to giggle, and tickling had nothing to do with it. Soon nearly all of them were purchasing prints, posing for pictures with tickle zombies, and buying t-shirts with phrases like "Tickle Zombie" and "Tickled To Death." As they started to exit, someone said "anyone want to come back here?" "noooooooooo!!!!!" the rest of them chorused in unison, and they broke into laughter. All of them knew that part of the joke was that they would certainly be back. They all enjoyed one last tingle as they looked at the trembling group who was up next.
She stood in the waiting area with about fourteen other people, as they waited patiently for the last fifteen people to finish exiting. The previous patrons all stumbled out, hair mussed, blearly eyed, wiping away tears, and breathing heavily, interspersed with spontaneous laughter. Those patrons who had come with friends clutched each other for stability as they stumbled, and talked about how scary and torturous it had been. Theresa gulped, and wrung her hands together.
The volunteer usher then drew a black curtain open, and the group of fifteen entered, single file. The usher gave each of them a sadistic grin as they entered, his eyes burning with lust, even though he had been ushering people to their doom for the past seven hours straight.
In the corridor to the first room was a man bound up to a metal table. A woman in a lab coat and goggles was busying herself with something on a counter behind him. "For God's sake don't do it!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed at the newcomers. "RUN, YOU STILL HAVE TIME!!!! YOU CAN TURN BACK!!!" The woman began slowly approaching the man. "No...no!!!...NOOOOOOO!!!!!" She began mercilessly nipping her wiggling long, red nails at his armpits, sides, ribs, and belly, as he flailed as much as possible and shrieked with laughter.
A man dressed as Lucifer greeted them in the first room, and announced that they were about to enter the laboratory of a deranged tickle fetishist who had tickled his victims to death, turning them into tickle zombies. They were doomed to wander this delapitaded mansion for all eternity, retaining only the horrors they had experienced as memories for how to interact with others. And, they were instinctively always on the look out for new victims to recruit.
He flung the door open. "So enter if you dare!" The sounds of ticklish screams of laughter echoed from within. The fifteen guests tiptoed hesitantly into the darkness. Those who came with people clutched each other, and all made little whimpers and squeals of aprehension.
"RAAAAAWWRRRR!!!!!!!" male zombies jumped out wriggling their fingers all over the guests' bellies and backs. The guests screamed in fear, shock, and ticklishness. Their ticklishness so much more intensified by their heightened nerves, and the unexpectedness of the tickle attack. They were all left trying to catch their breath, giggling nervously, and pushed themselves to go on.
They went through a long metallic looking room, with flashing lights, and a lot of twists and turns. A woman zombie approached the crowd with a sick and demonic look in her eyes. "You really think you'll get out of here alive, DON'T YOU?!!!! Well, you didn't count on having to get through me!" She invaded the guests' personal space, laughing wickedly in their faces. Just then someone shouted "The zombies are behind us!" The guests turned their heads to see the zombies from the first room slowly staggering towards them. In dread, they realized the only way out was through. Her. Single file. They lined up in front the female zombie who stood in front of the narrow door out, feet apart and fists on her hips. She wriggled her horrible, horrible long red nails deep into each guest's belly for no less than ten seconds before letting them through. Their knees buckled as they laughed, paralyzed, and then she used her tickling hands to push them through the narrow door, into a pitch black corridor.
The guests could not see a thing. Only hear the shrieks behind them, and the growing heavy breathing and moans of recovery filling the corridor. They tried their best to shuffle forward and put out their hands to try to feel around. Suddenly a light flashed on. To their left, a woman tied to a metal table became visible. "HELP US!!!", and the light went out as quickly as it had gone on. Another flash of light. Another woman on the other side of the corridor. "HELP US!!!!" Darkness. Then suddenly, the crowd knew what was coming. If they were screaming for help, there had to be someone else in the room causing them such terror. Another flash of light. A huge 6'5 man, a tower of muscle was right in front of them!!!! He grinned sadistically, raised wiggling fingers, and lunged. Then darkness. Then nothing. For five seconds. Almost long enough to raise audible confusion in the poor guests. Then in the darkness, a crowd of male and female ler zombies materialized. They wrapped one arm around their respective victim's chest as bondage, and used the other to tickle, goose, and poke all over their torso. Some zombie lers pinned their guest's arm up with one hand, and tickled the exposed armpit with the other. Some of the women selected the more diminutive patrons as their victims. Others opted for big strong men to restrain their patrons while they did all the tickling. Particularly those female zombie lers who wanted to tickle other big strong men. All the while, the lights flashed on and off. While Theresa laughed wildly, she saw glimpses of other people's anguish with every flash of light. A man with his arm pinned up by another man, his armpit taut from being stretched so much, and a woman running her wiggling nails all over it, making his whole arm, armpit, and torso shudder. "NOHOHOHOHOHO!!!!" He screamed. Then darkness. Another flash of light. A woman zombie ler had a slight woman in her clutches, about 5'2 and very thin. She buckled over as the ler held her in a full nelson, attacking her armpits. Darkness. Another flash of light. Theresa had been tickle jostled into facing the first, bound up, screaming woman to the crowd's left. The 6'5 mass of muscle was tormenting her armpits as she shook with silent laughter, his grinning face placed inches from hers. Suddenly, the lights stopped flashing on and off, and a steady strobe light was kept on, which made the scene appear, feel, and even made the ticklish screaming that filled the room sound much more horrifying. Especially now that the entire scene was brought to light.
The zombie lers used their tickling hands to usher out the guests.
The guests stumbled into the next room, trying to adjust their eyes, and catch their breath. They began to murmer to each other about how truly scary this experience was. After about ten seconds there was a click, and music started playing. Circus music. Oh no. The patrons looked around in horror. Yep, killer clown paraphanilia was displayed all over the walls. They stood there frozen in fright, until someone finally whispered "go, go, just go." and they started creeping forward. All of a sudden, an evil clown giggle came from behind the cardboard cut outs of killer clowns that were lining the room. The crowd screamed. But, nothing happened. Another evil clown giggle from a different corner of the room! They screamed again. But, nothing. When the guests in front were about three feet away from the door, a killer clown leapt from the ceiling right down in front of them. The crowd screamed. The clown gave a sinister killer clown giggle "Ohohohoho and where do you think you're going???? Don't you want to stick around for some laughs? uhhhhh Gootchie gootchie goo!!!!" and he began rubbing his gloved index finger deep into the patrons' bellies. He gave another clown giggle "Oh, Giggles loves it when he can make people laugh!" He ran amongst the crowd, giving everyone belly tickles with his index finger that made them buckle over with laughter, and made them crook their arms, trying to shield their bellies from tickles that that had already come and gone. Once he noticed a patron recovering from their laughter enough to start straightening up, they became his next target. After three rounds of everyone being reduced to jello, he finally stood at the door and announced that everyone could leave, single file. "You all come back and visit Giggles again real soon, you hear?" he said, as he gave each patron one last crippling belly tickle before shoving them forward into the next corridor.
Another corridor. Another round of total darkness. The patrons clutched each other whether they had known each other in the beginning or not. At this point, they were all pretty well trauma bonded. They tiptoed through, waiting for the flashing light. The screaming, bound up victims. But, neither appeared. All of a sudden, male and female hands were on them, coming from god knows where! In pitch darkness they were completely unable to defend themselves. This time around there were 3-4 zombie lers per patron, and each patron had a mix of male and female. The hands worked under the patron's shirts, sped around from tickle spot to tickle spot. There was not a moment when any patron was not caught completely off guard. In the commotion, some of the patrons tried to run away, and this soon led to the fifteen guests tripping and falling to the floor. Making them into even more helpless victims. Their attackers straddled them, held them down. And, had them rolling on the floor as much as they could, kicking their legs, and begging and howling with laughter. Suddenly it stopped, a black curtain opened, and a guiding light shone through. The participants wearily crawled out on their hands and knees from exhaustion.
Once out, zombies held bottled water to their mouths and they sipped. They sat with their backs against the wall, catching their breath for a few minutes. Then the caretaking zombies extended their hands out, helped them to their feet, and said "All right, now you have your strength up for the grand finale. Enjoy! 3
"The patrons trudged into a laboratory, where a mad scientist with hair sticking straight up towards the ceiling was tickling a handsome man who was easily the most ticklish person any of the patrons had ever seen. This poor man was being tickled to death! Every tightly bound muscle of his was twitching, tears were pouring from his eyes, and he was screaming bloody murder, his face beet red. It didn't help that this mad scientist seemed to be abnormally skilled. The perverted patrons all stared, mesmorized, their eyes clouded and dialated with lust, breathing heavily. Completely entranced, they didn't notice the big, strong men approaching from behind. Each one 6'5 - 7'0 tall, and a mass of muscle. Suddenly each patron was nabbed from behind by one of the shirtless "lab assistants". Each restrained patron then suddenly had a second enormous man in front of them. The man restraining them lifted them up in the air, and the second man grabbed their feet and placed them on his broad right shoulder, pinning their feet to it with his left hand. The man in back hoisted the top half of his victim onto his broad, right shoulder, and both men marched in unison, facing forward, like pallbearers. As they marched, the man leading the way raked his nails up and down the victim's feet, and the man in back goosed up and down the victim's side. If the patrons' involuntarily thrashing caused the man in back to lose his grip on them, he would hold them by the arms, and let them dangle while screwing his thumbs into their armpits.
All of the patrons had their eyes screwed shut in hysteria, and were not even aware of where they were being carried. The men put their victims on metal tables, just like the ones they had seen tickle tortured victims on throughout this whole hellish experience. The men tied the patrons down tight, and stepped against the wall. The patrons all began to "come to", realize what had happened to them, and started screaming in panic. After a few seconds of collective panicked screaming, fifteen identical mad scientists appeared. There was some scripted monologue about cloning or something, but the patrons...or should I just say victims at this point...were unable to hear it over their screams.
The mad scientists then began the experiment to find the most deadly tickle spot on his respective victim. The spot that would end their life, and turn them into tickle zombies, forever doomed to wander these halls. With incredible speed and dexterity, they hit every conceivable nerve ending on their victim's body. And, only stopped once it had been determined with certainy that they had found the spot that would kill them for sure. And, proceeded to work that spot with just the right technique for it, for the next ten minutes.
When it was over, the scientists left them there for fifteen minutes of recovery. The room was filled with residual laughter for nearly the full fifteen. Then caretaking zombies appeared, untied them, and helped them up. They brought the patrons to the door and politely waved goodbye as they filed out into the gift shop. A person with a cashier's name tag and zombie makeup snapped flash photography of their exhausted and tortured faces as they filed in, and offered them prints for $20 each. As the patrons looked into the camera at the digital versions, they began to giggle, and tickling had nothing to do with it. Soon nearly all of them were purchasing prints, posing for pictures with tickle zombies, and buying t-shirts with phrases like "Tickle Zombie" and "Tickled To Death." As they started to exit, someone said "anyone want to come back here?" "noooooooooo!!!!!" the rest of them chorused in unison, and they broke into laughter. All of them knew that part of the joke was that they would certainly be back. They all enjoyed one last tingle as they looked at the trembling group who was up next.
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