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Because someone seemed offended by another story I wrote, I'll at least let you know that this story is about girls that are sort of taken against their will and tickled in bondage...some sexuality and nudity...the characters consider their ticklers "freaks at a freak show". I figure that's common with stories on here, but in case that's not your thing, letting you know. otherwise, enjoy!
Samantha and Alice sat around one summer day running out of things to do. They were at Samantha’s cabin in the woods, with windows open practically banging their head against the wall with boredom. They would go up their pretty much every weekend of the summer, mostly just to get away from their parents, and it gave them some time just them...sometimes they would secretly bring some guys to hook up with. Both being 21, it shouldn’t be a big deal, but there weren’t a lot of opportunities for that kind of alone time because they both still lived with their parents when on break from college. . For the most part there wasn’t a lot to do in the remote area. It was mostly hanging out near the lake, avoiding bears, there really wasn’t even a bar nearby...not one that these two young ladies would want to go to. Maybe a townie bar where they would just be hit on incessantly from a bunch of hillbillies...that’s the last thing they would want. They sat on the couch in the cabin one Saturday morning scrolling through instagram, tik tok and snapchat. Samantha was 5'8'' with medium length dark brown hair, brown eyes, a gorgeous smile with eyes that totally drew you in. She was fairly tan at this point, and it being the middle of summer, both girls mostly wore bikinis and if they were going anywhere, would throw on some shorts. She has on a bikini top that mostly just covers her nipples, someone interested could get a nice view of most of her breasts, and her delicious cleavage. She had a gorgeous stomach. Hard to explain, but you just wanted to eat it. She's fit and in shape, but doesn't look overly "ripped". She has on a pair of light blue cut off short shorts, and has the button open, showing a bit of the area right above her panties.
Alice was dressed basically just like her close friend. Her jean shorts were a darker blue, and she was shorter, at about 5'2'', and a little bit thinner, a smaller frame, smaller boobs covered by a colorful bikini top, she also has a belly button ring, which always catches the eyes of those that have a deep interest in tummies. Her hair was a little bit lighter than her friend's but about the same length. They both had cloth headbands, Samantha's purple and Alice's pink. Alice looked a bit more dainty than Samantha. Samantha was a bit more sturdy, but both girls were intensely gorgeous.
Alice laid on the couch scrolling through snapchat, looking at the public snaps that are in their radius, most of which are happening in the next down over, but she started to see some activity basically within walking distance from them...strange, they are pretty remote. She opens snaps and there are very intimidating and strange looking people...basically what they would call "freaks" doing a "freak show"...playing strange music, the people clearly live in the woods in a trailer or tents, most likely nomads...it intrigues her. "Hey Sam so...there's like a *quote* show happening nearby....there's an audience of like 10...and I don't even know how they would have found it. We should totally crash it." Sam shoots her a confused look. "HUH? What do you mean? What kind of show?" Alice points the phone at her, and as described there are strange magic tricks, but very low tech....a guy throwing knives, someone who is showing off his fingernails which may hold world record....as she described, they were a bunch of freaks, it was like a low budget hillbilly circus in the middle of the woods, it was the strangest thing they'd ever seen. "Ok, why in the hell would we crash this? We'd probably get like...kidnapped and sacrificed or some shit." Sam says with a laugh. Alice has an idea. "Why don't we walk down the hill to the store, it looks like this is on the way...THEN on our way back, we fucking egg them or throw garbage at those assholes. It would be HILARIOUS. Sam laughs "Oh my GOD...If we did that we'd better RUN they probably have some flame throwers or something. They look like their out of a horror move or something." Alice basically dares Sam to participate. "what else are we gonna do today? This is literally the only source of entertainment we have". Sam shakes her head. "you have a point...yeah, let's check this crazy ass thing out." They get up and head out of the cabin and walk about 10 or 20 minutes down the road. The "show" is on the way to the store, and as they get closer and closer they can hear very strange sounds getting louder and louder. "What in the actual fuck is this?? Are we going to stumble into something illegal? The person they snapchatted, are they an "audience member" Or one of them? Do these freaks even have phones? I just have a lot of questions." Sam is thinking of every worst case scenerio, and unfortunately, she's probably right on most of them. "Seriously, if we get killed today, I'm gonna be so mad" She laughs, but deep down, she is indeed sort of scared. She has this sinking feeling that what they are walking into is extremely dangerous and the perfect plot to a horror movie. 2 cute young girls in the woods, no cell reception, go hang out with a bunch of freaks...and attack them? If shit goes down she's running as fast as she can to get out of their. She will ditch the hell out of Alice. For Alice, this is pure curiosity and she has a bully streak where she finds it hilarious to make fun of or even abuse people that are very different from her. It's not something she's proud of, but she has that streak in her, a prankster that loves causing chaos, and this was just entirely too tempting for her not to go.
As they come on the show, they see in the distance it is basically what the expected. 10 or so "freaks" that have very bizarre talents, many have to do with some oddity to their physical form. Sam definitely found it odd that they were "performing" somewhere where there wasn't much of audience, and it's literally on the side of the path, so it wouldn't be a place anyone would find it. That being said, what is the audience for this. Based on the limited audience standing watching the show, it is hard to tell if they are in this "performing troupe", or if they are friends or if they sought this out. There are too many questions and there will never be answers. Out of the group watching, there was one girl that sort of stood out. She looked fairly normal. She was about their age with long brown hair, pretty, but not in the same way as Alice or Sam. More "girl next door", not tan, but has a good body and a cute face. She comes off very shy, even though she wouldn't be talking...you just get that sense from her, that she is shy and maybe she doesn't even know why she is there. There is a leader that seems to be the Emcee that keeps looking over to her, and it seems like there is a relationship there. It makes you wonder if she's a young woman who ran away from home? was sort of lured into this life? Is she one of them? Is she interested in this stuff? She stands out because she appears a bit normal. Alice doesn't really notice her, but Sam definitely takes notice. The girl has on Jean shorts, a short sleeve almost military style button up brown shirt and brown flip flops. Her feet look taken care of, but not like she gets pedicures... just that she is clean and does her nails, even though they are fairly plain.
As the next act starts and is introduced...the frontrunner of the group, we'll just call him "the emcee." He is a short, frail, but frightening creature. Any description given to him wouldn't give him justice because so much of what makes him scary or intimidating has nothing to do with how he looks, but at the same time much of it has everything to do with how he looks, but there is also a very strong vibe you get from him. He stands in front of the audience and tries with everything he can to be charming and have good presentation skills. He fails at this. "Now lady and gentleman....Our next act will get you laughing..or at least it will get SOMEONE LAUGHIN! come 'ere my dear!" He extends his hand to the girl with long brown hair, who stands casually with her arms crossed, but when she notices that she is being summoned, her eyes dart open and shake her head. "NO! What??" It's clear that she's never had to do this, but she's fully aware of what is going to be done. As sam and Alice scan the crowd, they see there are some other young ladies, that are neither attractive or extremely pretty, but clearly are apart of this group. It becomes a bit more clear. They may be in a way, brainwashed and sort of forced to follow this leader and perform as he sees fit....they are the ones that have no particular talent...they are just the ones that are put into his deranged acts. As Sam looks through the crowd a bit more, no one seems to actually be paying attention in any way that an audience member would....it sort of seems like they are performing for themselves. She sort of freezes, takes a few steps back not wanting to draw any sort of attention to her, and maybe they can get out alive when there is a distraction.
The girl who is being brought "onstage is very much defiant in that she absolutely can't. She cries and pleads. "NO. NO You can't" 2 large men behind her, block her from running away and grab onto her, drag her as she lets her legs go limp to the front of the crowd by the Emcee. There really is no sense in fighting, these men tower over her and she really can't escape. If you didn't know what was happening, you would assume she was being executed. Her reactions were that extreme...totally frightful but somehow able to accept her fate.. Alice turns to same and mutters quietly out of the corner of her mouth "what in the holy fuck is this?" Sam shushes her and whispers "I really don't think we should be here. I don't think this is a show. But we will have to wait to leave when there are some people moving...I think we're witnessing some sort of hate crimes or some shit."
The girl with brown hair stands sad but defiant, accepting her fate as the Emcee continues "We are gonna find out what kinda laughs we can get out of dis young lady! and we ain't stoppin' until we've got em all!" His voice crescendo's on that, completely idiotic phrase and many of the people in the group cheer and scream as if they were hearing the greatest speaker they've ever heard. It's clear this guy, the Emcee has some sort of charm to the most vulnerable people who just need a sense of belonging. It almost feels like a cult, and he's the leader everyone would die for...except for those who just need a place to belong, but aren't quite in the position of worshiping him as of yet. Maybe they are getting special attention they've never experienced, but are still frightened by the things he puts them through...Though, it seems eventually they become almost addicted to what is happening...particularly when he introduces tickling to them.
The Emcee orders, very directly to the two men holding the girl with the brown hair "Get her ready!" They take a few steps back to a fence. It's a fence along the path with 7 inch round fence posts. One lays flat on the ground horizontally, or a few inches off the ground, and there are two in the ground about 4 feet apart, connecting them are a few more posts horizontally. The two men seat her on the ground so her back is resting against the bottom post, one of the other horizontal posts lines up so her head rests upon it. They stretch her arms like a T shape, almost like she is being crucified sitting down, and securely tie her wrists to the vertical fence posts, then, they take thin rope put it in her mouth to gag her and secure her head to the horizontal fence post that lines up to her head. They tie these knots as if they do this every day to someone....maybe they do. Her head is completely immobile, secured to the fence post. Then, they grab a stick place her legs stretched on the ground at about shoulder level and tie both of her ankles to that post so they are still in a spread eagle position, although she is seated and of course take off her flip flops revealing her bare feet. Her arms and legs are open, unable to move leaving her body totally vulnerable to whatever anyone would want to do to her. To make her feel more sensitive and vulnerable, the gagged and bound girl has a thick tan scarf put over her eyes as a blindfold, they unbutton and unzip her jean shorts revealing the top of her panty line and bottom of her tummy. They also unbutton her shirt revealing her gorgeous upper body. Her skin is pale and milky, and her maroon colored bra is exposed for all to see. Her eyes her hidden from the blindfold, must of her mouth is immobile as her gag is tied securely to the post. With how vulnerable she is and the sense of sight gone, everything is heightened with her sensitivity.
The Emcee seems satisfied with the girl's level of bondage and decides to move on...he treats this as if he is putting on a very complicated illusion, when in reality, all he is doing is he is going to tickle a very ticklish girl, but acts like it's a miracle. "Now, we are gonna find lots of laugh spots and get the out of her. Now, this young lady can't tell you, but I don't know ANY of her tickle spots! I never once touched her, so I'm gonna find them right before your eyes!
He walks over to her. Although she can't move much, the fact she can hear hear his footsteps get closer and closer to her, and being blindfolded she has no idea what body part he is interested in touching, all of which, are completely vulnerable, and there is no one to save her, she begins moaning, whimpering and thrashing as much as she can, but it's not a lot. "Ohhhh girly, I'll be gentle to start....but I won't be for long!" Again, that idiotic remark gets a laugh from this audience, showing how pathetic they are.
He climbs over the fence so he is directly behind her, and as promised, does start slow...it's almost like her knowing what he starts with is the easiest is going to be builds something inside her. He starts simply by gently massaging her ears and stroking her neck and collarbone with his fingertips. High pitched giggles escape her lips, because of how her face and head are so tightly secured, she is unable to defend that spot by throwing her chin down to her chest, all she can do is whine and giggle. High pitched fluttery giggles escape her lips. Moving on to find other jewels of spots, he knows there has to be a hidden spot that is going to get her truly insane. He strokes her arms from the top of her shoulders down down the top of her bicep, forearm, right to her tied wrists and slowly and softly runs his fingers on the inner side of her arms. once he hits around her elbow, she is shaking and wiggling as much as she can, although fairly limited, as he inches closer to her underarms, her voice gets more and more desperate and once he hits them, she is totally screwed. he lets his fingertips flutter on her totally exposed underarms, and she quickly finds out because her head is secured to the post, she really can't lurch forward, but she squirms and giggles as much as she possibly can. Fluttery high pitched giggles escape her lips, and although muffled echo through the wilderness, you can hear muffled pleas of "no!" and "you can't!" but he is pretty relentless, beginning to change his technique to more of a deep massage, which changes her laughter from the light high pitched flutter to a deep belly laugh as she is challenged to catch her breath.
Without giving her any sort of break, he moves his fingers gently, but a bit more forceful down to her ribs, He really digs into them as if he is counting each one. Without getting any sort of break, she explodes into a strong belly laugh. She is desperate to be able to scrunch her legs up to block her midriff or be able to clamp her arms to her torso to defend herself, neither of which is possible, but ticklish energy absolutely surges through her poor little body as she snickers and explodes with laughter depending on his exact technique on her ribs. After giving her ribs some great attention, he moves to her sides. At first he just starts poking them gently, and wriggling his index fingers in them. With that kind of touch she is immediately is brought back to when she was younger and her friends would sneak up behind her and poke her sides causing her to drop her books or squeak...but then, she was able to defend herself. There is no way here, and part of her doesn't want to give her the satisfaction of laughing, but she really has no choice as she melts into ticklish squeaks and giggles, squirming as much as she possibly can. He sits in front her her and for a second, just admires her bare feet, that are attached to that pole, He begins to stroke her arches very lightly, causing her feet to flinch as much as she can due to the movement restrictions, as he gently explores her soles she begs through her giggles "not there!" He playfully, but forcefully tells her "you don't tell me what to do!" and scribbles her soles causing her to scream, screech and buck as as much as she can. High pitched screams and laughs explode from her gagged mouth as she struggles and begs for him to stop.
He says he will give her a break, but what he does next is far from that. He explores her legs, which have not been really explored by someone else's hands before. She's been tickled in all of the conventional places, but she howls in desperation as his fingers gently move up her inner ankle, legs and sides of her knees. He gets up and sits next to her, lined up with her knee, and starts gently playing with her knee cap and she gets so much more desperate than she has before. We hear intense begging as he places his hand on her knee, but doesn't do anything she is a total puddle of ticklishness in anticipation and he begins massaging her right above her knee sending her into complete hysterics, none like you've ever seen, he continues this until he feels she is truly past her limit, as she begs for him to stop he ignores her, and anyone watching might think her life is in danger as he manipulates her kneecap and behind her knees, which is just as intense, but a higher more desperate laugh explodes, she wiggles as much as she can and begs for mercy. As she screams, he wraps up and everyone applauds. Alice says not in a whisper, but in a fairly loud voice, "well that was the strangest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life!" Sam jabs her with her shoulder as she notices a few heads dart towards them. "are you serious? They're gonna jump us" she snarls out the side of her mouth...Sam looks to see if the coast is clear. "Let's just get out of here. Skip the store." A large men among the freaks draw attention to them. "Do we have a critic in the crowd?
Suddenly feeling very uneasy, Sam tries do downplay what was said "She didn't mean it, she's just talking out of her ass. Ignore her." Alice, not phased at all re-iterates her statement. "No. I did mean it! what the fuck WAS that? What the fuck IS this??? You all are freaks! Is this suppose to be a show? Is anyone here NOT a part of your group? Did anyone pay for this?" The Emcee stares at her with intensity. "Oh YOU"LL pay for this.. He pauses. "you'll pay." She is struck by his intensity, and then scoffs. "What are you threatening me?" I got mace in my purse!" The Emcee stares her right in the eye from about ten feet away. He walks very steady, and slow towards her, never losing eye contact with her. She grasps her purse as if to warn him that she's willing to discharge her weapon. As he gets closer and closer, Sam pushes Alice "just apologize! She's sorry. Guys....she's sorry. Please, just let us go." He gets about 2 feet away from her, and without batting an eye, suddenly he slaps her purse right out of her hand and it tumbles down the hill. She runs to the fence but it's too late. While she is distracted by her purse tumbling away from her down the steep hill he quickly grabs each of their wrists, causing them to gasp and try to pull away but his grip is tight and his instincts and ability to grab them swiftly is impressive. "Get some hands on them!" he summons his henchmen in their strange little club as 2 large leather clad men with a sleeve of tattoos come forward and grab onto the girls, lifting them up and carrying them down the road. They scream and struggle, but who knows if there's ears to hear. They truly didn't think there were people for miles, and were surprised to see this freak show, so the screaming could be totally in vain. The girls are fully aware of the awful mistake the have made in not only leaving the cabin to watch the freak show, let along draw attention to themselves. They are both in their own way terrified of what's to come next. Is it actually possible they will be taken somewhere and murdered? This seems completely insane, and how can there be this many people so freely kidnapping two innocent girls, in public, even if remote. As they are carried through the woods, they consider options of escape. If put down, could they possibly outrun everyone? They are both young and fairly athletic. That doesn't seem to be the case, particularly with the ringleaders, but then again are they armed? Could they be killed by trying to escape? "Where are you taking us??" Samantha asks. "You better let us go, or we're totally gonna kick your ass!" That was a very bold thing for Alice to say, considering it is in no way possible. She is going at her struggling and finding a way out by threatening and intimidation, which is totally the wrong approach, considering her audience, who basically define threatening and intimidating. Samantha's approach is much more hoping for the best. If she can comply as much as possible, not be difficult, not seem like a threat, she feels that gives her the best chance of being set free. Maybe even providing humanity to her captors. If they have any decency or compassion, they will not hurt someone who they see as a precious human life. With that thought, she begins just talking about herself. "My name is Samantha Jones." Alice shoots a look at her "What the fuck are you doing?" Samantha continues. "I am a physical education major in college. I have an older brother Brad. My parents are named Scott and Barbara. We love taking trips to Maine every year and my mom and I have a really special relationship. I'm close to her, and if she never saw me again, I don't know if she could survive. I am really looking forward to graduating from college, and getting a teaching position. I have a boyfriend named Sam. I love him a lot, and I suspect he will propose to me in the next year." Alice, not understanding what Sam is doing, tries her own way "Yeah, My boyfriend is a hunter, and he will shoot your ass if he hears about this." "Never fear ladies. On our word, you will survive and be unharmed. We just would like to give you an insight on our way of life to understand us more, and potentially you will have an interest in contributing in some way." "Contributing? Like money? Did you need us to pay a ticket for your show??? We didn't see a sign." Says Alice. "No." Says one of the gruff bear like men carrying her. "In that you may be interested enough in what we do to join us." "Well, that's certainly not happening!" Alice says with a chuckle. "But it's good to know you're not going to like, make our skin into a doll or something." Sam shushes Alice, worried their safety is contingent on not angering them.
After several minutes of walking they come upon their secondary location. There are a few dilapidated trailers, some of which have no tires, so are permanently settled in this location. There are small fires that have been put out, with various pots and pans nearby...bones laying in the dirt...it's clear that is where all cooking is done. There are no signs of any modern conveniences like electricity, running or bottled water, any way of drying clothes other than laying them out or hanging them up, or much evidence of having several changes of clothes. There are thrown about various "tricks" evidence of them practicing various illusions, trying new ones, and of course....a lot of bondage. The girls are placed standing in this space, but still held with a man on each arm, and are walked to what looks like 2 racks from the middle ages, only very crudely put together. With some struggles, they are lifted on it. "NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Alice screams as she is placed on the bondage table. "This is just so you don't run away. We just want to talk to you and show you a few things" says the Emcee. Both girls try to make the process of trying them up as difficult as possible, but their efforts are in vain. They are successfully bound to the table, Ankles restrained, and arms restrained over their head. "Please don't hurt us" Says Sam, again trying to comply without forcing them to kill her or hurt her in order to shut her up.
The Emcee takes his place sort of at the foot of the girls so they can see him, and does his typical sort of pacing and presenting as if he's giving a Ted Talk, although he has zero charisma or presenting skills. He points to Sam "as we said before, we will not be hurting you." He continues. "So, you see, you may have noticed when you were watching our little show we put together for you and others back there, that there is a particular part of the show where we have a beautiful girl getting tickled....This is a lot to ask one of our cast members, so we like to rotate it among the team..the more cast members we have that can endure that, and are exciting to watch enduring that...the better! So, we thought the two of you, being the gorgeous pretty girls you are, would be EXCELLENT candidates to join us in this particular role... In fact, you are what we would say more...conventionally attractive, and unless you hadn't noticed, many of us....well, we are not, and therefore do not have a lot of life experiences getting the opportunity to tickle the ticklish body parts of a gorgeous woman. or let alone witness that...and to be fully honest....that excites us very, VERY much." What he was saying made absolutely perfect sense. They were a bunch of creeps totally taking advantage of women that joined them..it was a very one sided thing, and the fact that these women are continuing to participate, haven't run away seems cult-ish, and makes absolutely no sense. How much lack of self worth would you need to have to comply with this? "Well I'm not even ticklish, so you can just let me go." Says Alice, lying in a way, that seems casual, yet no one would believe her. "Trust me, we will find some spot to get a good reaction, even if it's just one...we have some experience with people saying that." says the Emcee with great inflated confidence. The truth is she's insanely ticklish...not everywhere, but there is no way she's going to be able to hide that... she begins to sweat as the sun beats down on her through the gently blowing leaves.
The Emcee approaches Alice at her feet, and gently removes her flip flops and begins gently stroking his nails on her arches, which immediately impulsively wrinkle. She lets out an extremely high pitched squeak and giggle with explodes into a full on belly laugh. She fights to talk, but manages to get out "You didn't say you were going to tickle my feet!" It's amazing how when you tickle someone who is "vanilla", they don't imagine what a tickler will do. The thought of being tickled is so off their radar, that something as simple as knowing she has ticklish feet, but never imagining someone would try to tickle them is common. To her, despite what she witnessed, she imagines being tickled as someone going after your tummy, and she will find out it's so much more than that. "I told you! we will go wherever we need to! So your feet ARE very ticklish!" He says as he continues to scribble them, her entire body thrashing, eyes tightly closed, trying to bury her face into her shoulder to hide it, thinking that somehow if she hides her face it will hide her ticklishness and they might leave her alone. It's amazing the delusional things you will think about when you are desperate for a sensation and experience to stop. The emcee does his cursurary search of her body...mostly just lightly stroking each exposed body part and taking special notice of her reactions. The other members of the "gang", particularly the ones who will be doing the tickling take a few steps closer to her and watch as if they are watching pornography in the privacy of their own homes....obviously extremely turned on and staring at the movement of her gorgeous young body, the tittering of her young feminine laughter and begging, the look of her face as she thrashes her head from side to side as he takes notice of the different levels of ticklishness as his fingers explore her body.
Sam becomes intensely aware that she is not able to move and she is most likely next.The Emcee moves over to Sam to begin testing her body. For her, he begins at the top of her body. She is intensely nervous, but is relieved he didn’t start at her feet. She’s not sure if she could handle being able to not give away how ticklish her feet are if he started there. He goes to her under arms, starting at around her elbow she has the instinct to pull her arms down immediately but she’s not able to. He begins sputtering his fingers along right under her elbows and she has a great urge to crumble her body into a ball and defend it but because her ankles and her wrists are so securely in bondage, there is just no way. She lets out a hooting laugh, something she never really has hurt herself escape her lips but then again no one has really had her this vulnerable and in such A predicament where she is not able to just run away or tickle back when she is attempted to be tickled like she has done all of her life. Just feels very different she feels extremely exposed as his fingers lightly go down her biceps touching her very soft sensitive skin moving into her sensitive and smooth and her arms dancing lightly on them as she thrashes her head from side to side gasping for breath going into immediate silent laughter and then letting out a very feminine soft laugh, gasps yet again and sends out a fluttery giggle that echoes through the forest. That is confirmed to be a ticklish spot and he begins gently tracing his fingers along her ribs. He’s able to feel each one and she thrashes from side to side, thrashing her head from side to side and begging him not to. Even though she is trying to be compliant she is fully aware at this point that she is in so much trouble. He flutters his fingers and gently take them into her sides, something she has not felt for several years as she lets out a squeak. She has always been intensely sensitive to having her sides poked, and he is fully taking advantage of that, using his index fingers to poke her sides and get all of the laughter out he then begins massaging her hips right on the bone and she absolutely explodes. He very lightly runs his fingers down her bare thighs causing goosebumps, and frankly she starts getting wet, although she is not attracted to him having her legs played with is something that arouses her very much. As he reaches her knee she lets out a Omai God no not there, and just a test he begins spider and his fingers on her kneecap and she goes absolutely ballistic. He also tries to gently put his fingers behind her knees, which she is absolutely furious she is unable to defend as she lets out another insane laugh that she has never heard come out of her before. As he walks his fingers down her legs she curls her toes and begged him not to go there. She says she will fly off the table, he assures her that she is well strapped down and she will be just fine. Sam gives in a little bit and coyly says OK… Trusting that she will in fact be OK. That little invitation tells him more about her and how easily she will be broken than anything he could be given thus far other than directly asking her if she is OK with being tickled. He lightly scratches her balls of her feet, sending her into intense giggles and thrashing. She tries desperately to pull her feet back. She has never had her feet tickled and not been able to move them. However, the more she gets used to it the more she is able to handle. It doesn’t mean that she isn’t intensely ticklish or still reacting in a very extreme manner, it just means that she can find a way to make it OK for her. Similar to when she works out. If she is running long distances, her body may tell her she can't breathe and she needs a break, but she knows she is ok and can push through. This is similar to how she is handling this as she flies around the table as much as she can, contorting her feet and laughing her ass off...but she knows deep down she is ok and safe and this will not kill her.
The Emcee goes back to tries to show Sam some friendliness and playfulness to win her over and asks "Do you feel vulnerable with your arms up like this?" she responds as if it's an obvious question "uh well kind of" He asks "oh? and why is that?" she replies matter of factly "well it is a really vulnerable position all stretched out like this" He tries to get in her head "mmmm vulnerable to what exactly?" "mmmmf" she makes a frustrated noise, knowing what he wants her to say, but stubbornly not wanting to admit it. "Pardon me, dear, I didn't get an answer out of you." "RRRR vulnerable to nothing! I take it all back!" "Oh ok...I was just chatting with you. I think you know what I meant" He gently massages her underarm right where her skin meets the fabric of her sleeveless shirt. “Snrk!” She shuts her lips tight, tensing as she feels the ticklish sensation, resolving not to move or react to it as much as possible, even though she’s found out. The Emcee tries to tease, “mmmm does someone like this?” as he lightly drags his fingers on bare her exposed underarms. This makes her shiver, and she tries to keep her mouth closed so she doesn’t let out a giggle and tries to stay as still as possible. Trying to break her, he gently runs his fingertips over her exposed underarms “I think you liiiike this! I think you’re tiiiiicklish!” he teases. a shudder runs through her as she hears him say that word, a silly grin stuck on her face as that light teasing gets to her, making her want to giggle but stubbornly trying her best not to, her belly quivering with holding it in. As he continues, he asks to see if he can get her to enjoy this “ "is there somewhere you'd rather my fingers explore? is there a little spot that would make you giggly and happy?"” “mmmmffff... n-nooho... she gets out in almost a squeak, the light dragging of his nails causing a blushy giggly feeling in her, although with these light tickles she’s able to hold still. He whispers “are you suuuure? I can make it fun if you just tell me where to gooo.” She starts to waver, blushing as he whispers inher ear, considering it...* Mmff... hehe... o-ok... uhh... f-fine, you can go t-to my stomach.... He takes this invitation, to straddle her at her hips, gently lifts her shirt “So you want your tummy played with, huh? You want that?” She blushes and turns her head “uh, I guess you can if you want to.” He prods “but why of all places is that where you want my hands?” she blushes as he tries to get her to admit liking this “I don’t know it’s just the first place I thought of.” He gently strokes her tummy “so when getting tickled, your tummy is the first place you think of?” her tummy flinches as he start to stroke, then gradually relaxes* Uhh... m-maybe....I hadn't thought about it…” He tries to turn on the charm and say “I might try to give your tummy a massage” Her voice quivers and says “Oh? That sounds like fun...go ahead” He takes his fingers and starts kneading her tummy muscles like dough. as he kneeds, she tenses up as that feeling really starts to tickle, her eyes widen as before. She starts to snicker and giggle from that touch. He continues this and teases "oh is your tummy ticklish?" "It...mfff hehehehehe ....ah! whhhat do you thihihihihnk??" she says sarcarstically as she sputters and giggles, clearly quite tickled by this. her tummy shaking. "ohhhh but this is just a massage! do you love it???" he asks as his fingers all start getting involved individually clawing and prodding at her tummy. "I heheheeh i think it'sss more than just a mahahahhsage!" she says having trouble getting her words out without disolving into more laughter. her tummy shaking as the kneeding and clawing really tickles." He continues, and involves her ribs "is it your favorite massage?" She shakes her head in denial giggling herself silly, feeling weak and ticklish under his fingers. He teases, “you have a big smile on your face! I think it might be!” He continues to gently, but with some pressure start massaging her exposed ribs. She couldn't stop grinning and giggling if she tried now, unable to resist the ticklish feeling, although her laughter softens a little as he move up to her ribs. He securess his hands on hersides, basically placing his fingers on her lower back and his thumbs right above her hips and massage deeply in her sides. Sam lets out a surprised yelp and begin to laugh loudly, not expecting how much that tickles, arching her back and throwing her head back in constant laughter, wriggling underneath him. “I think i found a hot spot!: he shouts as he teases and continues and speed up this motion on her sides. Sam shakes her head in a very futile denial as his tickling causes her to laugh hysterically as he digs into her lower sides, her body tensing and reacting to every massage and squeeze. He continues this, unrelenting, having a good grasp on her sides. “is this your favorite spot so far???” She sputters “I.....nyeeehehehehe....aHAHAhahahaha!” She laughs, unable to talk and just shake her head, feeling super ticklish from what he’s doing and causing her to feel as weak as a kitten. He tries to get her to ask for more “do you want me to keep going?” He continues, at the same speed and pressure, thumbing the soft spot right above her hip bone. She shakes her head as the giggles just pour out of her, jolting with each thumb squeeze at that spot, feeling incredibly ticklish. He pretends to not understand her. “"you don't want me to stop? ok! just let me know when you do!” His thumb circling firmly on that sweet spot on her upper hip, and side/tummy. This makes her super giggly and distracted by every little ticklish movement of his thumb, making her squirm and wiggle under him in a silly, ticklish, giggling state. He says “Raise your hand if you want me to tickle somewhere else!” with difficulty she raises one arm, lifting it up and above her head, all the while snickering and giggling hysterically. “Oh we have a winner!” He gently stop tickling but his hands don't leave her sides. “Catch your breath...where do you want my hands?” She gasps and giggles for a long moment before finally catching her breath, still very aware of his hands resting on that spot. “Um... ok... lemme think...You.... could go back to my underarms again? Or... my ribs? Trying to think of spots. hmm... maybe thighs too... my choice... hmmm…” She ponders the decision, feeling a little distracted by his hands resting on her. “Ok, maybe underarms again? Just... we can stay away from my hips for a while…”
He teases, to make it seem like she’s asking for it “look at you! instructing me where to tickle you...I think you're a pretty big fan of this attention!” the rest of the onlookers laugh. She downplays this “I... uh... *I clam up, blushing, feeling like I wandered right into a trap you set”
He moves down so he’s sitting on her ankles and grabs on each of her upper inner thighs and squeeze them firmly and purposefully. She twitches at this, making little “eep” and then keeping quiet. She shivers, twitching from that feeling and her eyes widen, biting her lip.His fingers gets more involved, tickling her inner thighs on a more light surface level, she starts to softly snicker under her breath, getting goosebumps and feeling more ticklish and shivery from the light feathery touches. She shivers and giggles breathily, arching her back a little as he gets higher up. “Uh huhhuhuh...mmmf it’s not bahhahahad” He flutters her fingers right along the panty line “want me to go a little higher?” She’s surprised by him asking. “ah... mmmffff....y-you c-cahan...she says breathily, blushing and arching her back a little again, feeling warm and flustered as he teases there. He gently flutters all of his fluttery fingers right over her shorts on the outside over her clit and vagina area, and lets them flutter “tickle tickle!’ She giggles, snickers and blushes, arching her back as she is teased over her shorts, gasping and sighing as he gently tickles and teases right there…”Mmfff...ok, th-this-s... isn't all that b-bad....her face red, as the intimate tickling gets to her more and more. He tries to get her to admit to her ticklishness “are you so so ticklish?” it’s vulnerable to admit to all of that, so she says, I... ah…” feels very distracted by the arousing ticklish feeling of his fingers teasing there, her hips wriggling a little. “I'm... mmm....pretty t-ticklish in spots....” He continues unrelentlessly. “Do you like being my little tickle toy? you better not lie or i'll stop tickling!” She wiggles, mmm.... w-well... hehe... ah... it's n-not b-bad right now.... “ she says bashfully, her face red from everything he’s doing to her, her hips rocking a little more. He continues fluttering faster, “ you better admit to me right now where you're ticklish!” She struggles and wiggles “mmffff... ok, ok... y-you're already f-figuring it out... my underarms are t-ticklish..” she is getting a little caught on her words as she admit it, and very distracted by his fingers* and my midriff is t-t-ticklish, especially my hips.....” He continues to interrogate. “where else? you better not lie!”
“mmm,.... hehe... ah....” she giggles breathily and moans softly. “M-my thighs are ticklish t-too... you already-y found that... uuuhhhh…” she hesitates as she tries to come up with more spots. M-my breasts are-ticklish too, and k-kinda there where you're tickling right now…” He laughs “Oh i'll get to them later! anywhere else???” she thinks for a second “uhhh... n-not that I can think of…” He stares at her breasts, “I might want those boobies” as he continues to flick and flitter her groin She squeals and gasps at the finger play “ahhh....uhhh... alright..” he gasps and and flicks his fingers over her shirt on her nipples and screams in a high pitched voice “TICKLETICKLETICKLE”
She gasps as she’s pulled out of the erotic daze as he flicks his fingers over her perky nipples, making her wish she could curl up as she lets out a surprised bout of giggles. He flicks and tickles them relentlessly “oh does that tickle???” She squirms and admits to it, feeling highly sensitive. He has her right where he wants her, as he moves onto the more difficult one...Alice. As he leaves Samantha, she is in disbelief of how incredibly turned on she is….what just went on was absolutely amazing.
The Emcee moves over to Alice's feet. "I think my memory serves me correctly, but I think you have some ticklish feet, don't you?" She squirms, and giggles before she is even touched. She shrieks, knowing her feet are going to be tickled, and there's no way she can hold in any sort of reaction. That, and the fact her is fully aware of that and that she can't move her ankles one inch makes her so much more ticklish. The building of anticipation is complete torture for her. "yes! Oh my God! please don't start with my feet! They will get me so ticklish, and hyped up and I just can't handle it!"
He ignores her plea, "I promise by the time I'm done with you, you will love this...trust me." Hearing this, she has no idea how that can be true. This is her worst nightmare. He begins fluttering his fingertips on her arches. The way her foot contorts is nothing like any of the crowd has seen before. Some of her toes curl, others arch, and it just looks like she is intensely effected and desperate for relief as she thrashes all around the table cackling. That is the only way to describe the sound when her feet are tickled. Unlike her normal humorous laugh or when she's tickled on other body parts, when her feet are tickled, she absolutely dies and cackles. She does notice that she loves physical attention and being watched, but the torture is hard to block out.
As he finishes tickling her feet he says “your hip bones look TASTEY to me!” She laughs “They-eeehehehee whahahahaaht?” She asks in her distracted, tickly state, slowly realizing what he’s saying. He continues to gently poke and prod, slowing a bit so she can focus more “I just i might wanna eat them” he says “ehehehe..” her laughter lightens, but can't quite stop giggling* ee-eat thehehemm? She asks, her eyes widening. He slowly moves his head down and makes contact, begins "gumming" her hip bone with his lips over his teeth making munching noises.
This causes her to curl to that side as much as she can, gasping and snickering and flinching as she feels him nibbling at her hip. He shakes his head and push his mouth in deeper and licks her hip bone. As she feels his tongue lick along the inside of her hip she shudders under the touch and she gasps, arches her back and giggles. He breathes in and blows a raspberry into her tummy and sides. “Nyaaahahahaha!” a burst of loud laughter spills out of her as she feels that raspberry reverberating on her skin, feeling so ticklish. He takes a gasp and blows another one, reaching up and wiggling both hands trying to find her underarms. She starts cackling hysterically as he attacks multiple spots, squirming instinctively as she feel incredibly tickled. He deeply inalels again, but instead of blowing, he just sort kisses her tummy and buries his face in it. She tenses up as she expects the next raspberry coming, but as he start to kiss her tummy, she slowly relaxes with a sigh as her laughter lightens.
She begins to see the Emcee’s Rasputin style way of luring women in… and she begins to be in the trance. He stands next to the rack and instructs, “close your eyes, and i have a surprise for you.” She struggles with the thought of giving that freedom of not knowing what’s happening next. “uuuhhhh... mmfff, alright…” She hesitates a moment, but slowly does as he asks, trying to relax, closing her eyes, taking a deep breath. He waits a moment to build anticipation in her before making his next move. She takes a few deep breaths, each time anticipating something to come...probably something super tickly, but nothing yet...she bites her lip a little...waiting….He straddles her and places his mouth near her underarms and starts to gently lick them. Her entire body tenses and takes a sharp intake of breath, feeling his wet tongue rasp against her underarm, feeling oddly ticklish and making her grin. He gently kisses and licks it. She starts to snicker and laugh softly, giggling breathily at the sensual ticklish feeling in the sensitive skin. He gently breathes and moves his mouth at the bottom part of her underarm and gently kisses it, then a little deeper. She sighs, giggling softly, as it tickles a little...feeling an odd mix of sensual and ticklish and blushing from it, biting her lip a little. Breathing escapes his nose as he starts to gently talk “mmm how’s this?” She relaxes a bit and smiles “mmmm this isn’t bad” she licks her lips enjoying the lighter, more sensual feeling of the breath giving her goosebumps. He starts to kiss and more aggressively “munching” her underarms and asks “So, you could get use to this?” she snickers “I...m m-maybe….” she sighs at the kissing and tenses and giggles softly as he starts to much. He gently blows on her skin of her underarms and with his other hand, gently, very gently tickles her other underarm.She gasps quietly and arches her back a little grinning, biting her lip, and finding herself enjoying what she is doing. He pulls her shirt up so it sits right under her bra, exposing her midriff, and starts licking and gently kissing her ribs. She coos, arches her back even more and allows herself to get deeply caught in the feelings of his lips and tongue trailing down her body, grinning and shivering. His mouth makes it to the squishy part of her tummy and sides, gently licking and deeply kissing that area. She sighs, moans softly but also starts to tense as her sides are licked, the sensation tickling her. Once he feels the exact spot that caused the tension, he stays on it, licking it to see how powerful tickling that spot can be. She flinches ever so slightly, and tenses at each flick of his tongue, grinning and gasping from what he is doing. He tries to speed up the flicking but doesn’t move from that sensitive spot, and goes in with a little more pressure. She starts to snicker and wiggle, her muscles tenses and react to the flicking and licking over her ticklish taut skin.
Without any warning, he sits up and begins kneading her tummy muscles with his fingers, very directly. “AH!” she gasps and bursts out of her pleasant and sensual ticklish reverie, and before long, dissolving into gigging “NYahahahahahahhha nohohohoh!” He teases her “you’re loving this aren’t you?” he continues with his tickling and interrogates her. “I...eeehehehehe wahahhas liking what you were juhuhuhuhust doohohohohing!” he continues poking and prodding her tummy, “ohh??? Why??” He’s desperate to get words out of her to have her admit her enjoyment of tickling. “Eeeeheheheehe ….ah...your...tounge felt niihheehhhece ok???” he continues to poke “Oh? Where do you want it? Where would it be good to tickle??? She melts into more giggles, sort of loving the attention “uuhhh... eeehehehe... anywhere? Ah! Hehehe... m-my belly, my b-breasts... my th-thighs..... I dohohon';t know! just knowing that sensual light tickle under my arms and down my side was pleasant”
He suggests, “maybe i'll start at one end of your body and make my way to the other…his poking continues, but is much less frequent, “Ah...hehehe....” she continues to giggle and twitch, although calming down a little as he slows down.” he lets her decide how the next part will go “do you want me to start at the top or bottom of you?” :uhh... top”, she says blushing.
He lays over her, hovering and licking and nibbling her earlobes. “oh, mmm…” she sighs happily. He breathes out his nose onto her skin, and gently licks the side of her neck.” She stretches her neck out and coo’s very much enjoying this, grinning happily. He kisses and licks her collar bone. She coo’s and arches her back a little, blushing as his tongue and lips move over him, feeling more than a little turned on by the public physical attention. He sits up a bit, reaches down, tearing open his shirt and bra, exposing her bare breasts. He kisses her chest and without much warning, starts to flick her nipples of one of her breasts with his tongue. She gasps and moans softly. He moves on from that, not wanting to distract from the ticklish matter at hand as he sits up and flutters his fingertips on her exposed nipples “AH! OH! Heheheheh” the feeling switches from erotic to ticklish, making her into a tickling giggly puddle. He moves down and kisses and nibbles her tummy. She coo’s happily from the kisses and flinches and gasps ticklishly from the nibbling, sucking her stomach in from it, giggling more and more. The kissing and nibbling makes its way to her bare hip bone. She moans as she feels his lips on her hip bone, but then giggles quickly as he nibbles, as they feel quite ticklish. He licks as much as the area as he can, trying to make her crack. She giggles breathily, feeling both ticklish and aroused from the touch at the same time. He undoes her shorts, pulling them down, exposing her in her panties, and puts his mouth where her thigh meets her groin, burying his face in and licking. She gasps and arches her back, her hips bucking up into that touch with an eager moan, pleasantly surprised by what is happening to her. His mouth gums her upper inner thigh, making her jump and quickly get very giggly. He slowly kisses every inch of her inner thigh, gumming it from her groin to the side of her knee. She pants as he kisses along her inner thigh, getting more and more aroused, but breaks into quick giggles every time, he switches to gumming her skin. He continues as he gets to her kneecap and starts gently licking it. She is forced to snicker and flinch, he moves down, kissing her her lower leg, shin, calf and ankle.Her ankle is secure, but he holds onto her foot so it can’t move an inch for his next bit of attention. He starts sucking each of her toes, which causes her to screech, she has never had this kind of attention with someone's mouth on her feet. He sticks his tongue in between each of her toes, slowly one by one and she sputters, throws her head from side to side, and feels intensely on display making it known how ticklish she is in such a specific spot. For some reason, although she's had way more "sexual" spots of hers touched in front of people, having her feet given attention in this way felt intensely intimate, and through her giggles you also heard some involuntary moans that she desperately tried to hide. It wasn't really possible though. For some reason having her feet tickled with fingers was one thing, but having attention paid to them with a mouth and tongue, it was like a direct route to her vagina. She was both ticklish and aroused at the same time, and she realized she would never be able to tell a boyfriend this, and no guy she would ever date would probably think do to do this...or so she thinks. She sputters, laughs and moans admitting through her giggles 'I think I like this!"
As Alice gets increasingly tickled and turned on, the crowd cleers, noticing her break….He asks her “will you join us? Will you be a part of us? Will you let us tiiiiickle you? She finally squirms and even though it’s impossible for her to admit she shouts “YES! YES! OH MY GOD! Yes… I’m sold! I’m in….I’m one of your girls who you can tickle now. Holy shit that was hot.” From Samantha’s spot, although it was no longer her turn, and she wasn’t asked directly, hearing and witnessing Alice get tickled and noticing how she has never been so turned on in her life, she chimes in… “Me too! I’m in too! We are so in.”
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Because someone seemed offended by another story I wrote, I'll at least let you know that this story is about girls that are sort of taken against their will and tickled in bondage...some sexuality and nudity...the characters consider their ticklers "freaks at a freak show". I figure that's common with stories on here, but in case that's not your thing, letting you know. otherwise, enjoy!
Samantha and Alice sat around one summer day running out of things to do. They were at Samantha’s cabin in the woods, with windows open practically banging their head against the wall with boredom. They would go up their pretty much every weekend of the summer, mostly just to get away from their parents, and it gave them some time just them...sometimes they would secretly bring some guys to hook up with. Both being 21, it shouldn’t be a big deal, but there weren’t a lot of opportunities for that kind of alone time because they both still lived with their parents when on break from college. . For the most part there wasn’t a lot to do in the remote area. It was mostly hanging out near the lake, avoiding bears, there really wasn’t even a bar nearby...not one that these two young ladies would want to go to. Maybe a townie bar where they would just be hit on incessantly from a bunch of hillbillies...that’s the last thing they would want. They sat on the couch in the cabin one Saturday morning scrolling through instagram, tik tok and snapchat. Samantha was 5'8'' with medium length dark brown hair, brown eyes, a gorgeous smile with eyes that totally drew you in. She was fairly tan at this point, and it being the middle of summer, both girls mostly wore bikinis and if they were going anywhere, would throw on some shorts. She has on a bikini top that mostly just covers her nipples, someone interested could get a nice view of most of her breasts, and her delicious cleavage. She had a gorgeous stomach. Hard to explain, but you just wanted to eat it. She's fit and in shape, but doesn't look overly "ripped". She has on a pair of light blue cut off short shorts, and has the button open, showing a bit of the area right above her panties.
Alice was dressed basically just like her close friend. Her jean shorts were a darker blue, and she was shorter, at about 5'2'', and a little bit thinner, a smaller frame, smaller boobs covered by a colorful bikini top, she also has a belly button ring, which always catches the eyes of those that have a deep interest in tummies. Her hair was a little bit lighter than her friend's but about the same length. They both had cloth headbands, Samantha's purple and Alice's pink. Alice looked a bit more dainty than Samantha. Samantha was a bit more sturdy, but both girls were intensely gorgeous.
Alice laid on the couch scrolling through snapchat, looking at the public snaps that are in their radius, most of which are happening in the next down over, but she started to see some activity basically within walking distance from them...strange, they are pretty remote. She opens snaps and there are very intimidating and strange looking people...basically what they would call "freaks" doing a "freak show"...playing strange music, the people clearly live in the woods in a trailer or tents, most likely nomads...it intrigues her. "Hey Sam so...there's like a *quote* show happening nearby....there's an audience of like 10...and I don't even know how they would have found it. We should totally crash it." Sam shoots her a confused look. "HUH? What do you mean? What kind of show?" Alice points the phone at her, and as described there are strange magic tricks, but very low tech....a guy throwing knives, someone who is showing off his fingernails which may hold world record....as she described, they were a bunch of freaks, it was like a low budget hillbilly circus in the middle of the woods, it was the strangest thing they'd ever seen. "Ok, why in the hell would we crash this? We'd probably get like...kidnapped and sacrificed or some shit." Sam says with a laugh. Alice has an idea. "Why don't we walk down the hill to the store, it looks like this is on the way...THEN on our way back, we fucking egg them or throw garbage at those assholes. It would be HILARIOUS. Sam laughs "Oh my GOD...If we did that we'd better RUN they probably have some flame throwers or something. They look like their out of a horror move or something." Alice basically dares Sam to participate. "what else are we gonna do today? This is literally the only source of entertainment we have". Sam shakes her head. "you have a point...yeah, let's check this crazy ass thing out." They get up and head out of the cabin and walk about 10 or 20 minutes down the road. The "show" is on the way to the store, and as they get closer and closer they can hear very strange sounds getting louder and louder. "What in the actual fuck is this?? Are we going to stumble into something illegal? The person they snapchatted, are they an "audience member" Or one of them? Do these freaks even have phones? I just have a lot of questions." Sam is thinking of every worst case scenerio, and unfortunately, she's probably right on most of them. "Seriously, if we get killed today, I'm gonna be so mad" She laughs, but deep down, she is indeed sort of scared. She has this sinking feeling that what they are walking into is extremely dangerous and the perfect plot to a horror movie. 2 cute young girls in the woods, no cell reception, go hang out with a bunch of freaks...and attack them? If shit goes down she's running as fast as she can to get out of their. She will ditch the hell out of Alice. For Alice, this is pure curiosity and she has a bully streak where she finds it hilarious to make fun of or even abuse people that are very different from her. It's not something she's proud of, but she has that streak in her, a prankster that loves causing chaos, and this was just entirely too tempting for her not to go.
As they come on the show, they see in the distance it is basically what the expected. 10 or so "freaks" that have very bizarre talents, many have to do with some oddity to their physical form. Sam definitely found it odd that they were "performing" somewhere where there wasn't much of audience, and it's literally on the side of the path, so it wouldn't be a place anyone would find it. That being said, what is the audience for this. Based on the limited audience standing watching the show, it is hard to tell if they are in this "performing troupe", or if they are friends or if they sought this out. There are too many questions and there will never be answers. Out of the group watching, there was one girl that sort of stood out. She looked fairly normal. She was about their age with long brown hair, pretty, but not in the same way as Alice or Sam. More "girl next door", not tan, but has a good body and a cute face. She comes off very shy, even though she wouldn't be talking...you just get that sense from her, that she is shy and maybe she doesn't even know why she is there. There is a leader that seems to be the Emcee that keeps looking over to her, and it seems like there is a relationship there. It makes you wonder if she's a young woman who ran away from home? was sort of lured into this life? Is she one of them? Is she interested in this stuff? She stands out because she appears a bit normal. Alice doesn't really notice her, but Sam definitely takes notice. The girl has on Jean shorts, a short sleeve almost military style button up brown shirt and brown flip flops. Her feet look taken care of, but not like she gets pedicures... just that she is clean and does her nails, even though they are fairly plain.
As the next act starts and is introduced...the frontrunner of the group, we'll just call him "the emcee." He is a short, frail, but frightening creature. Any description given to him wouldn't give him justice because so much of what makes him scary or intimidating has nothing to do with how he looks, but at the same time much of it has everything to do with how he looks, but there is also a very strong vibe you get from him. He stands in front of the audience and tries with everything he can to be charming and have good presentation skills. He fails at this. "Now lady and gentleman....Our next act will get you laughing..or at least it will get SOMEONE LAUGHIN! come 'ere my dear!" He extends his hand to the girl with long brown hair, who stands casually with her arms crossed, but when she notices that she is being summoned, her eyes dart open and shake her head. "NO! What??" It's clear that she's never had to do this, but she's fully aware of what is going to be done. As sam and Alice scan the crowd, they see there are some other young ladies, that are neither attractive or extremely pretty, but clearly are apart of this group. It becomes a bit more clear. They may be in a way, brainwashed and sort of forced to follow this leader and perform as he sees fit....they are the ones that have no particular talent...they are just the ones that are put into his deranged acts. As Sam looks through the crowd a bit more, no one seems to actually be paying attention in any way that an audience member would....it sort of seems like they are performing for themselves. She sort of freezes, takes a few steps back not wanting to draw any sort of attention to her, and maybe they can get out alive when there is a distraction.
The girl who is being brought "onstage is very much defiant in that she absolutely can't. She cries and pleads. "NO. NO You can't" 2 large men behind her, block her from running away and grab onto her, drag her as she lets her legs go limp to the front of the crowd by the Emcee. There really is no sense in fighting, these men tower over her and she really can't escape. If you didn't know what was happening, you would assume she was being executed. Her reactions were that extreme...totally frightful but somehow able to accept her fate.. Alice turns to same and mutters quietly out of the corner of her mouth "what in the holy fuck is this?" Sam shushes her and whispers "I really don't think we should be here. I don't think this is a show. But we will have to wait to leave when there are some people moving...I think we're witnessing some sort of hate crimes or some shit."
The girl with brown hair stands sad but defiant, accepting her fate as the Emcee continues "We are gonna find out what kinda laughs we can get out of dis young lady! and we ain't stoppin' until we've got em all!" His voice crescendo's on that, completely idiotic phrase and many of the people in the group cheer and scream as if they were hearing the greatest speaker they've ever heard. It's clear this guy, the Emcee has some sort of charm to the most vulnerable people who just need a sense of belonging. It almost feels like a cult, and he's the leader everyone would die for...except for those who just need a place to belong, but aren't quite in the position of worshiping him as of yet. Maybe they are getting special attention they've never experienced, but are still frightened by the things he puts them through...Though, it seems eventually they become almost addicted to what is happening...particularly when he introduces tickling to them.
The Emcee orders, very directly to the two men holding the girl with the brown hair "Get her ready!" They take a few steps back to a fence. It's a fence along the path with 7 inch round fence posts. One lays flat on the ground horizontally, or a few inches off the ground, and there are two in the ground about 4 feet apart, connecting them are a few more posts horizontally. The two men seat her on the ground so her back is resting against the bottom post, one of the other horizontal posts lines up so her head rests upon it. They stretch her arms like a T shape, almost like she is being crucified sitting down, and securely tie her wrists to the vertical fence posts, then, they take thin rope put it in her mouth to gag her and secure her head to the horizontal fence post that lines up to her head. They tie these knots as if they do this every day to someone....maybe they do. Her head is completely immobile, secured to the fence post. Then, they grab a stick place her legs stretched on the ground at about shoulder level and tie both of her ankles to that post so they are still in a spread eagle position, although she is seated and of course take off her flip flops revealing her bare feet. Her arms and legs are open, unable to move leaving her body totally vulnerable to whatever anyone would want to do to her. To make her feel more sensitive and vulnerable, the gagged and bound girl has a thick tan scarf put over her eyes as a blindfold, they unbutton and unzip her jean shorts revealing the top of her panty line and bottom of her tummy. They also unbutton her shirt revealing her gorgeous upper body. Her skin is pale and milky, and her maroon colored bra is exposed for all to see. Her eyes her hidden from the blindfold, must of her mouth is immobile as her gag is tied securely to the post. With how vulnerable she is and the sense of sight gone, everything is heightened with her sensitivity.
The Emcee seems satisfied with the girl's level of bondage and decides to move on...he treats this as if he is putting on a very complicated illusion, when in reality, all he is doing is he is going to tickle a very ticklish girl, but acts like it's a miracle. "Now, we are gonna find lots of laugh spots and get the out of her. Now, this young lady can't tell you, but I don't know ANY of her tickle spots! I never once touched her, so I'm gonna find them right before your eyes!
He walks over to her. Although she can't move much, the fact she can hear hear his footsteps get closer and closer to her, and being blindfolded she has no idea what body part he is interested in touching, all of which, are completely vulnerable, and there is no one to save her, she begins moaning, whimpering and thrashing as much as she can, but it's not a lot. "Ohhhh girly, I'll be gentle to start....but I won't be for long!" Again, that idiotic remark gets a laugh from this audience, showing how pathetic they are.
He climbs over the fence so he is directly behind her, and as promised, does start slow...it's almost like her knowing what he starts with is the easiest is going to be builds something inside her. He starts simply by gently massaging her ears and stroking her neck and collarbone with his fingertips. High pitched giggles escape her lips, because of how her face and head are so tightly secured, she is unable to defend that spot by throwing her chin down to her chest, all she can do is whine and giggle. High pitched fluttery giggles escape her lips. Moving on to find other jewels of spots, he knows there has to be a hidden spot that is going to get her truly insane. He strokes her arms from the top of her shoulders down down the top of her bicep, forearm, right to her tied wrists and slowly and softly runs his fingers on the inner side of her arms. once he hits around her elbow, she is shaking and wiggling as much as she can, although fairly limited, as he inches closer to her underarms, her voice gets more and more desperate and once he hits them, she is totally screwed. he lets his fingertips flutter on her totally exposed underarms, and she quickly finds out because her head is secured to the post, she really can't lurch forward, but she squirms and giggles as much as she possibly can. Fluttery high pitched giggles escape her lips, and although muffled echo through the wilderness, you can hear muffled pleas of "no!" and "you can't!" but he is pretty relentless, beginning to change his technique to more of a deep massage, which changes her laughter from the light high pitched flutter to a deep belly laugh as she is challenged to catch her breath.
Without giving her any sort of break, he moves his fingers gently, but a bit more forceful down to her ribs, He really digs into them as if he is counting each one. Without getting any sort of break, she explodes into a strong belly laugh. She is desperate to be able to scrunch her legs up to block her midriff or be able to clamp her arms to her torso to defend herself, neither of which is possible, but ticklish energy absolutely surges through her poor little body as she snickers and explodes with laughter depending on his exact technique on her ribs. After giving her ribs some great attention, he moves to her sides. At first he just starts poking them gently, and wriggling his index fingers in them. With that kind of touch she is immediately is brought back to when she was younger and her friends would sneak up behind her and poke her sides causing her to drop her books or squeak...but then, she was able to defend herself. There is no way here, and part of her doesn't want to give her the satisfaction of laughing, but she really has no choice as she melts into ticklish squeaks and giggles, squirming as much as she possibly can. He sits in front her her and for a second, just admires her bare feet, that are attached to that pole, He begins to stroke her arches very lightly, causing her feet to flinch as much as she can due to the movement restrictions, as he gently explores her soles she begs through her giggles "not there!" He playfully, but forcefully tells her "you don't tell me what to do!" and scribbles her soles causing her to scream, screech and buck as as much as she can. High pitched screams and laughs explode from her gagged mouth as she struggles and begs for him to stop.
He says he will give her a break, but what he does next is far from that. He explores her legs, which have not been really explored by someone else's hands before. She's been tickled in all of the conventional places, but she howls in desperation as his fingers gently move up her inner ankle, legs and sides of her knees. He gets up and sits next to her, lined up with her knee, and starts gently playing with her knee cap and she gets so much more desperate than she has before. We hear intense begging as he places his hand on her knee, but doesn't do anything she is a total puddle of ticklishness in anticipation and he begins massaging her right above her knee sending her into complete hysterics, none like you've ever seen, he continues this until he feels she is truly past her limit, as she begs for him to stop he ignores her, and anyone watching might think her life is in danger as he manipulates her kneecap and behind her knees, which is just as intense, but a higher more desperate laugh explodes, she wiggles as much as she can and begs for mercy. As she screams, he wraps up and everyone applauds. Alice says not in a whisper, but in a fairly loud voice, "well that was the strangest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life!" Sam jabs her with her shoulder as she notices a few heads dart towards them. "are you serious? They're gonna jump us" she snarls out the side of her mouth...Sam looks to see if the coast is clear. "Let's just get out of here. Skip the store." A large men among the freaks draw attention to them. "Do we have a critic in the crowd?
Suddenly feeling very uneasy, Sam tries do downplay what was said "She didn't mean it, she's just talking out of her ass. Ignore her." Alice, not phased at all re-iterates her statement. "No. I did mean it! what the fuck WAS that? What the fuck IS this??? You all are freaks! Is this suppose to be a show? Is anyone here NOT a part of your group? Did anyone pay for this?" The Emcee stares at her with intensity. "Oh YOU"LL pay for this.. He pauses. "you'll pay." She is struck by his intensity, and then scoffs. "What are you threatening me?" I got mace in my purse!" The Emcee stares her right in the eye from about ten feet away. He walks very steady, and slow towards her, never losing eye contact with her. She grasps her purse as if to warn him that she's willing to discharge her weapon. As he gets closer and closer, Sam pushes Alice "just apologize! She's sorry. Guys....she's sorry. Please, just let us go." He gets about 2 feet away from her, and without batting an eye, suddenly he slaps her purse right out of her hand and it tumbles down the hill. She runs to the fence but it's too late. While she is distracted by her purse tumbling away from her down the steep hill he quickly grabs each of their wrists, causing them to gasp and try to pull away but his grip is tight and his instincts and ability to grab them swiftly is impressive. "Get some hands on them!" he summons his henchmen in their strange little club as 2 large leather clad men with a sleeve of tattoos come forward and grab onto the girls, lifting them up and carrying them down the road. They scream and struggle, but who knows if there's ears to hear. They truly didn't think there were people for miles, and were surprised to see this freak show, so the screaming could be totally in vain. The girls are fully aware of the awful mistake the have made in not only leaving the cabin to watch the freak show, let along draw attention to themselves. They are both in their own way terrified of what's to come next. Is it actually possible they will be taken somewhere and murdered? This seems completely insane, and how can there be this many people so freely kidnapping two innocent girls, in public, even if remote. As they are carried through the woods, they consider options of escape. If put down, could they possibly outrun everyone? They are both young and fairly athletic. That doesn't seem to be the case, particularly with the ringleaders, but then again are they armed? Could they be killed by trying to escape? "Where are you taking us??" Samantha asks. "You better let us go, or we're totally gonna kick your ass!" That was a very bold thing for Alice to say, considering it is in no way possible. She is going at her struggling and finding a way out by threatening and intimidation, which is totally the wrong approach, considering her audience, who basically define threatening and intimidating. Samantha's approach is much more hoping for the best. If she can comply as much as possible, not be difficult, not seem like a threat, she feels that gives her the best chance of being set free. Maybe even providing humanity to her captors. If they have any decency or compassion, they will not hurt someone who they see as a precious human life. With that thought, she begins just talking about herself. "My name is Samantha Jones." Alice shoots a look at her "What the fuck are you doing?" Samantha continues. "I am a physical education major in college. I have an older brother Brad. My parents are named Scott and Barbara. We love taking trips to Maine every year and my mom and I have a really special relationship. I'm close to her, and if she never saw me again, I don't know if she could survive. I am really looking forward to graduating from college, and getting a teaching position. I have a boyfriend named Sam. I love him a lot, and I suspect he will propose to me in the next year." Alice, not understanding what Sam is doing, tries her own way "Yeah, My boyfriend is a hunter, and he will shoot your ass if he hears about this." "Never fear ladies. On our word, you will survive and be unharmed. We just would like to give you an insight on our way of life to understand us more, and potentially you will have an interest in contributing in some way." "Contributing? Like money? Did you need us to pay a ticket for your show??? We didn't see a sign." Says Alice. "No." Says one of the gruff bear like men carrying her. "In that you may be interested enough in what we do to join us." "Well, that's certainly not happening!" Alice says with a chuckle. "But it's good to know you're not going to like, make our skin into a doll or something." Sam shushes Alice, worried their safety is contingent on not angering them.
After several minutes of walking they come upon their secondary location. There are a few dilapidated trailers, some of which have no tires, so are permanently settled in this location. There are small fires that have been put out, with various pots and pans nearby...bones laying in the dirt...it's clear that is where all cooking is done. There are no signs of any modern conveniences like electricity, running or bottled water, any way of drying clothes other than laying them out or hanging them up, or much evidence of having several changes of clothes. There are thrown about various "tricks" evidence of them practicing various illusions, trying new ones, and of course....a lot of bondage. The girls are placed standing in this space, but still held with a man on each arm, and are walked to what looks like 2 racks from the middle ages, only very crudely put together. With some struggles, they are lifted on it. "NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Alice screams as she is placed on the bondage table. "This is just so you don't run away. We just want to talk to you and show you a few things" says the Emcee. Both girls try to make the process of trying them up as difficult as possible, but their efforts are in vain. They are successfully bound to the table, Ankles restrained, and arms restrained over their head. "Please don't hurt us" Says Sam, again trying to comply without forcing them to kill her or hurt her in order to shut her up.
The Emcee takes his place sort of at the foot of the girls so they can see him, and does his typical sort of pacing and presenting as if he's giving a Ted Talk, although he has zero charisma or presenting skills. He points to Sam "as we said before, we will not be hurting you." He continues. "So, you see, you may have noticed when you were watching our little show we put together for you and others back there, that there is a particular part of the show where we have a beautiful girl getting tickled....This is a lot to ask one of our cast members, so we like to rotate it among the team..the more cast members we have that can endure that, and are exciting to watch enduring that...the better! So, we thought the two of you, being the gorgeous pretty girls you are, would be EXCELLENT candidates to join us in this particular role... In fact, you are what we would say more...conventionally attractive, and unless you hadn't noticed, many of us....well, we are not, and therefore do not have a lot of life experiences getting the opportunity to tickle the ticklish body parts of a gorgeous woman. or let alone witness that...and to be fully honest....that excites us very, VERY much." What he was saying made absolutely perfect sense. They were a bunch of creeps totally taking advantage of women that joined them..it was a very one sided thing, and the fact that these women are continuing to participate, haven't run away seems cult-ish, and makes absolutely no sense. How much lack of self worth would you need to have to comply with this? "Well I'm not even ticklish, so you can just let me go." Says Alice, lying in a way, that seems casual, yet no one would believe her. "Trust me, we will find some spot to get a good reaction, even if it's just one...we have some experience with people saying that." says the Emcee with great inflated confidence. The truth is she's insanely ticklish...not everywhere, but there is no way she's going to be able to hide that... she begins to sweat as the sun beats down on her through the gently blowing leaves.
The Emcee approaches Alice at her feet, and gently removes her flip flops and begins gently stroking his nails on her arches, which immediately impulsively wrinkle. She lets out an extremely high pitched squeak and giggle with explodes into a full on belly laugh. She fights to talk, but manages to get out "You didn't say you were going to tickle my feet!" It's amazing how when you tickle someone who is "vanilla", they don't imagine what a tickler will do. The thought of being tickled is so off their radar, that something as simple as knowing she has ticklish feet, but never imagining someone would try to tickle them is common. To her, despite what she witnessed, she imagines being tickled as someone going after your tummy, and she will find out it's so much more than that. "I told you! we will go wherever we need to! So your feet ARE very ticklish!" He says as he continues to scribble them, her entire body thrashing, eyes tightly closed, trying to bury her face into her shoulder to hide it, thinking that somehow if she hides her face it will hide her ticklishness and they might leave her alone. It's amazing the delusional things you will think about when you are desperate for a sensation and experience to stop. The emcee does his cursurary search of her body...mostly just lightly stroking each exposed body part and taking special notice of her reactions. The other members of the "gang", particularly the ones who will be doing the tickling take a few steps closer to her and watch as if they are watching pornography in the privacy of their own homes....obviously extremely turned on and staring at the movement of her gorgeous young body, the tittering of her young feminine laughter and begging, the look of her face as she thrashes her head from side to side as he takes notice of the different levels of ticklishness as his fingers explore her body.
Sam becomes intensely aware that she is not able to move and she is most likely next.The Emcee moves over to Sam to begin testing her body. For her, he begins at the top of her body. She is intensely nervous, but is relieved he didn’t start at her feet. She’s not sure if she could handle being able to not give away how ticklish her feet are if he started there. He goes to her under arms, starting at around her elbow she has the instinct to pull her arms down immediately but she’s not able to. He begins sputtering his fingers along right under her elbows and she has a great urge to crumble her body into a ball and defend it but because her ankles and her wrists are so securely in bondage, there is just no way. She lets out a hooting laugh, something she never really has hurt herself escape her lips but then again no one has really had her this vulnerable and in such A predicament where she is not able to just run away or tickle back when she is attempted to be tickled like she has done all of her life. Just feels very different she feels extremely exposed as his fingers lightly go down her biceps touching her very soft sensitive skin moving into her sensitive and smooth and her arms dancing lightly on them as she thrashes her head from side to side gasping for breath going into immediate silent laughter and then letting out a very feminine soft laugh, gasps yet again and sends out a fluttery giggle that echoes through the forest. That is confirmed to be a ticklish spot and he begins gently tracing his fingers along her ribs. He’s able to feel each one and she thrashes from side to side, thrashing her head from side to side and begging him not to. Even though she is trying to be compliant she is fully aware at this point that she is in so much trouble. He flutters his fingers and gently take them into her sides, something she has not felt for several years as she lets out a squeak. She has always been intensely sensitive to having her sides poked, and he is fully taking advantage of that, using his index fingers to poke her sides and get all of the laughter out he then begins massaging her hips right on the bone and she absolutely explodes. He very lightly runs his fingers down her bare thighs causing goosebumps, and frankly she starts getting wet, although she is not attracted to him having her legs played with is something that arouses her very much. As he reaches her knee she lets out a Omai God no not there, and just a test he begins spider and his fingers on her kneecap and she goes absolutely ballistic. He also tries to gently put his fingers behind her knees, which she is absolutely furious she is unable to defend as she lets out another insane laugh that she has never heard come out of her before. As he walks his fingers down her legs she curls her toes and begged him not to go there. She says she will fly off the table, he assures her that she is well strapped down and she will be just fine. Sam gives in a little bit and coyly says OK… Trusting that she will in fact be OK. That little invitation tells him more about her and how easily she will be broken than anything he could be given thus far other than directly asking her if she is OK with being tickled. He lightly scratches her balls of her feet, sending her into intense giggles and thrashing. She tries desperately to pull her feet back. She has never had her feet tickled and not been able to move them. However, the more she gets used to it the more she is able to handle. It doesn’t mean that she isn’t intensely ticklish or still reacting in a very extreme manner, it just means that she can find a way to make it OK for her. Similar to when she works out. If she is running long distances, her body may tell her she can't breathe and she needs a break, but she knows she is ok and can push through. This is similar to how she is handling this as she flies around the table as much as she can, contorting her feet and laughing her ass off...but she knows deep down she is ok and safe and this will not kill her.
The Emcee goes back to tries to show Sam some friendliness and playfulness to win her over and asks "Do you feel vulnerable with your arms up like this?" she responds as if it's an obvious question "uh well kind of" He asks "oh? and why is that?" she replies matter of factly "well it is a really vulnerable position all stretched out like this" He tries to get in her head "mmmm vulnerable to what exactly?" "mmmmf" she makes a frustrated noise, knowing what he wants her to say, but stubbornly not wanting to admit it. "Pardon me, dear, I didn't get an answer out of you." "RRRR vulnerable to nothing! I take it all back!" "Oh ok...I was just chatting with you. I think you know what I meant" He gently massages her underarm right where her skin meets the fabric of her sleeveless shirt. “Snrk!” She shuts her lips tight, tensing as she feels the ticklish sensation, resolving not to move or react to it as much as possible, even though she’s found out. The Emcee tries to tease, “mmmm does someone like this?” as he lightly drags his fingers on bare her exposed underarms. This makes her shiver, and she tries to keep her mouth closed so she doesn’t let out a giggle and tries to stay as still as possible. Trying to break her, he gently runs his fingertips over her exposed underarms “I think you liiiike this! I think you’re tiiiiicklish!” he teases. a shudder runs through her as she hears him say that word, a silly grin stuck on her face as that light teasing gets to her, making her want to giggle but stubbornly trying her best not to, her belly quivering with holding it in. As he continues, he asks to see if he can get her to enjoy this “ "is there somewhere you'd rather my fingers explore? is there a little spot that would make you giggly and happy?"” “mmmmffff... n-nooho... she gets out in almost a squeak, the light dragging of his nails causing a blushy giggly feeling in her, although with these light tickles she’s able to hold still. He whispers “are you suuuure? I can make it fun if you just tell me where to gooo.” She starts to waver, blushing as he whispers inher ear, considering it...* Mmff... hehe... o-ok... uhh... f-fine, you can go t-to my stomach.... He takes this invitation, to straddle her at her hips, gently lifts her shirt “So you want your tummy played with, huh? You want that?” She blushes and turns her head “uh, I guess you can if you want to.” He prods “but why of all places is that where you want my hands?” she blushes as he tries to get her to admit liking this “I don’t know it’s just the first place I thought of.” He gently strokes her tummy “so when getting tickled, your tummy is the first place you think of?” her tummy flinches as he start to stroke, then gradually relaxes* Uhh... m-maybe....I hadn't thought about it…” He tries to turn on the charm and say “I might try to give your tummy a massage” Her voice quivers and says “Oh? That sounds like fun...go ahead” He takes his fingers and starts kneading her tummy muscles like dough. as he kneeds, she tenses up as that feeling really starts to tickle, her eyes widen as before. She starts to snicker and giggle from that touch. He continues this and teases "oh is your tummy ticklish?" "It...mfff hehehehehe ....ah! whhhat do you thihihihihnk??" she says sarcarstically as she sputters and giggles, clearly quite tickled by this. her tummy shaking. "ohhhh but this is just a massage! do you love it???" he asks as his fingers all start getting involved individually clawing and prodding at her tummy. "I heheheeh i think it'sss more than just a mahahahhsage!" she says having trouble getting her words out without disolving into more laughter. her tummy shaking as the kneeding and clawing really tickles." He continues, and involves her ribs "is it your favorite massage?" She shakes her head in denial giggling herself silly, feeling weak and ticklish under his fingers. He teases, “you have a big smile on your face! I think it might be!” He continues to gently, but with some pressure start massaging her exposed ribs. She couldn't stop grinning and giggling if she tried now, unable to resist the ticklish feeling, although her laughter softens a little as he move up to her ribs. He securess his hands on hersides, basically placing his fingers on her lower back and his thumbs right above her hips and massage deeply in her sides. Sam lets out a surprised yelp and begin to laugh loudly, not expecting how much that tickles, arching her back and throwing her head back in constant laughter, wriggling underneath him. “I think i found a hot spot!: he shouts as he teases and continues and speed up this motion on her sides. Sam shakes her head in a very futile denial as his tickling causes her to laugh hysterically as he digs into her lower sides, her body tensing and reacting to every massage and squeeze. He continues this, unrelenting, having a good grasp on her sides. “is this your favorite spot so far???” She sputters “I.....nyeeehehehehe....aHAHAhahahaha!” She laughs, unable to talk and just shake her head, feeling super ticklish from what he’s doing and causing her to feel as weak as a kitten. He tries to get her to ask for more “do you want me to keep going?” He continues, at the same speed and pressure, thumbing the soft spot right above her hip bone. She shakes her head as the giggles just pour out of her, jolting with each thumb squeeze at that spot, feeling incredibly ticklish. He pretends to not understand her. “"you don't want me to stop? ok! just let me know when you do!” His thumb circling firmly on that sweet spot on her upper hip, and side/tummy. This makes her super giggly and distracted by every little ticklish movement of his thumb, making her squirm and wiggle under him in a silly, ticklish, giggling state. He says “Raise your hand if you want me to tickle somewhere else!” with difficulty she raises one arm, lifting it up and above her head, all the while snickering and giggling hysterically. “Oh we have a winner!” He gently stop tickling but his hands don't leave her sides. “Catch your breath...where do you want my hands?” She gasps and giggles for a long moment before finally catching her breath, still very aware of his hands resting on that spot. “Um... ok... lemme think...You.... could go back to my underarms again? Or... my ribs? Trying to think of spots. hmm... maybe thighs too... my choice... hmmm…” She ponders the decision, feeling a little distracted by his hands resting on her. “Ok, maybe underarms again? Just... we can stay away from my hips for a while…”
He teases, to make it seem like she’s asking for it “look at you! instructing me where to tickle you...I think you're a pretty big fan of this attention!” the rest of the onlookers laugh. She downplays this “I... uh... *I clam up, blushing, feeling like I wandered right into a trap you set”
He moves down so he’s sitting on her ankles and grabs on each of her upper inner thighs and squeeze them firmly and purposefully. She twitches at this, making little “eep” and then keeping quiet. She shivers, twitching from that feeling and her eyes widen, biting her lip.His fingers gets more involved, tickling her inner thighs on a more light surface level, she starts to softly snicker under her breath, getting goosebumps and feeling more ticklish and shivery from the light feathery touches. She shivers and giggles breathily, arching her back a little as he gets higher up. “Uh huhhuhuh...mmmf it’s not bahhahahad” He flutters her fingers right along the panty line “want me to go a little higher?” She’s surprised by him asking. “ah... mmmffff....y-you c-cahan...she says breathily, blushing and arching her back a little again, feeling warm and flustered as he teases there. He gently flutters all of his fluttery fingers right over her shorts on the outside over her clit and vagina area, and lets them flutter “tickle tickle!’ She giggles, snickers and blushes, arching her back as she is teased over her shorts, gasping and sighing as he gently tickles and teases right there…”Mmfff...ok, th-this-s... isn't all that b-bad....her face red, as the intimate tickling gets to her more and more. He tries to get her to admit to her ticklishness “are you so so ticklish?” it’s vulnerable to admit to all of that, so she says, I... ah…” feels very distracted by the arousing ticklish feeling of his fingers teasing there, her hips wriggling a little. “I'm... mmm....pretty t-ticklish in spots....” He continues unrelentlessly. “Do you like being my little tickle toy? you better not lie or i'll stop tickling!” She wiggles, mmm.... w-well... hehe... ah... it's n-not b-bad right now.... “ she says bashfully, her face red from everything he’s doing to her, her hips rocking a little more. He continues fluttering faster, “ you better admit to me right now where you're ticklish!” She struggles and wiggles “mmffff... ok, ok... y-you're already f-figuring it out... my underarms are t-ticklish..” she is getting a little caught on her words as she admit it, and very distracted by his fingers* and my midriff is t-t-ticklish, especially my hips.....” He continues to interrogate. “where else? you better not lie!”
“mmm,.... hehe... ah....” she giggles breathily and moans softly. “M-my thighs are ticklish t-too... you already-y found that... uuuhhhh…” she hesitates as she tries to come up with more spots. M-my breasts are-ticklish too, and k-kinda there where you're tickling right now…” He laughs “Oh i'll get to them later! anywhere else???” she thinks for a second “uhhh... n-not that I can think of…” He stares at her breasts, “I might want those boobies” as he continues to flick and flitter her groin She squeals and gasps at the finger play “ahhh....uhhh... alright..” he gasps and and flicks his fingers over her shirt on her nipples and screams in a high pitched voice “TICKLETICKLETICKLE”
She gasps as she’s pulled out of the erotic daze as he flicks his fingers over her perky nipples, making her wish she could curl up as she lets out a surprised bout of giggles. He flicks and tickles them relentlessly “oh does that tickle???” She squirms and admits to it, feeling highly sensitive. He has her right where he wants her, as he moves onto the more difficult one...Alice. As he leaves Samantha, she is in disbelief of how incredibly turned on she is….what just went on was absolutely amazing.
The Emcee moves over to Alice's feet. "I think my memory serves me correctly, but I think you have some ticklish feet, don't you?" She squirms, and giggles before she is even touched. She shrieks, knowing her feet are going to be tickled, and there's no way she can hold in any sort of reaction. That, and the fact her is fully aware of that and that she can't move her ankles one inch makes her so much more ticklish. The building of anticipation is complete torture for her. "yes! Oh my God! please don't start with my feet! They will get me so ticklish, and hyped up and I just can't handle it!"
He ignores her plea, "I promise by the time I'm done with you, you will love this...trust me." Hearing this, she has no idea how that can be true. This is her worst nightmare. He begins fluttering his fingertips on her arches. The way her foot contorts is nothing like any of the crowd has seen before. Some of her toes curl, others arch, and it just looks like she is intensely effected and desperate for relief as she thrashes all around the table cackling. That is the only way to describe the sound when her feet are tickled. Unlike her normal humorous laugh or when she's tickled on other body parts, when her feet are tickled, she absolutely dies and cackles. She does notice that she loves physical attention and being watched, but the torture is hard to block out.
As he finishes tickling her feet he says “your hip bones look TASTEY to me!” She laughs “They-eeehehehee whahahahaaht?” She asks in her distracted, tickly state, slowly realizing what he’s saying. He continues to gently poke and prod, slowing a bit so she can focus more “I just i might wanna eat them” he says “ehehehe..” her laughter lightens, but can't quite stop giggling* ee-eat thehehemm? She asks, her eyes widening. He slowly moves his head down and makes contact, begins "gumming" her hip bone with his lips over his teeth making munching noises.
This causes her to curl to that side as much as she can, gasping and snickering and flinching as she feels him nibbling at her hip. He shakes his head and push his mouth in deeper and licks her hip bone. As she feels his tongue lick along the inside of her hip she shudders under the touch and she gasps, arches her back and giggles. He breathes in and blows a raspberry into her tummy and sides. “Nyaaahahahaha!” a burst of loud laughter spills out of her as she feels that raspberry reverberating on her skin, feeling so ticklish. He takes a gasp and blows another one, reaching up and wiggling both hands trying to find her underarms. She starts cackling hysterically as he attacks multiple spots, squirming instinctively as she feel incredibly tickled. He deeply inalels again, but instead of blowing, he just sort kisses her tummy and buries his face in it. She tenses up as she expects the next raspberry coming, but as he start to kiss her tummy, she slowly relaxes with a sigh as her laughter lightens.
She begins to see the Emcee’s Rasputin style way of luring women in… and she begins to be in the trance. He stands next to the rack and instructs, “close your eyes, and i have a surprise for you.” She struggles with the thought of giving that freedom of not knowing what’s happening next. “uuuhhhh... mmfff, alright…” She hesitates a moment, but slowly does as he asks, trying to relax, closing her eyes, taking a deep breath. He waits a moment to build anticipation in her before making his next move. She takes a few deep breaths, each time anticipating something to come...probably something super tickly, but nothing yet...she bites her lip a little...waiting….He straddles her and places his mouth near her underarms and starts to gently lick them. Her entire body tenses and takes a sharp intake of breath, feeling his wet tongue rasp against her underarm, feeling oddly ticklish and making her grin. He gently kisses and licks it. She starts to snicker and laugh softly, giggling breathily at the sensual ticklish feeling in the sensitive skin. He gently breathes and moves his mouth at the bottom part of her underarm and gently kisses it, then a little deeper. She sighs, giggling softly, as it tickles a little...feeling an odd mix of sensual and ticklish and blushing from it, biting her lip a little. Breathing escapes his nose as he starts to gently talk “mmm how’s this?” She relaxes a bit and smiles “mmmm this isn’t bad” she licks her lips enjoying the lighter, more sensual feeling of the breath giving her goosebumps. He starts to kiss and more aggressively “munching” her underarms and asks “So, you could get use to this?” she snickers “I...m m-maybe….” she sighs at the kissing and tenses and giggles softly as he starts to much. He gently blows on her skin of her underarms and with his other hand, gently, very gently tickles her other underarm.She gasps quietly and arches her back a little grinning, biting her lip, and finding herself enjoying what she is doing. He pulls her shirt up so it sits right under her bra, exposing her midriff, and starts licking and gently kissing her ribs. She coos, arches her back even more and allows herself to get deeply caught in the feelings of his lips and tongue trailing down her body, grinning and shivering. His mouth makes it to the squishy part of her tummy and sides, gently licking and deeply kissing that area. She sighs, moans softly but also starts to tense as her sides are licked, the sensation tickling her. Once he feels the exact spot that caused the tension, he stays on it, licking it to see how powerful tickling that spot can be. She flinches ever so slightly, and tenses at each flick of his tongue, grinning and gasping from what he is doing. He tries to speed up the flicking but doesn’t move from that sensitive spot, and goes in with a little more pressure. She starts to snicker and wiggle, her muscles tenses and react to the flicking and licking over her ticklish taut skin.
Without any warning, he sits up and begins kneading her tummy muscles with his fingers, very directly. “AH!” she gasps and bursts out of her pleasant and sensual ticklish reverie, and before long, dissolving into gigging “NYahahahahahahhha nohohohoh!” He teases her “you’re loving this aren’t you?” he continues with his tickling and interrogates her. “I...eeehehehehe wahahhas liking what you were juhuhuhuhust doohohohohing!” he continues poking and prodding her tummy, “ohh??? Why??” He’s desperate to get words out of her to have her admit her enjoyment of tickling. “Eeeeheheheehe ….ah...your...tounge felt niihheehhhece ok???” he continues to poke “Oh? Where do you want it? Where would it be good to tickle??? She melts into more giggles, sort of loving the attention “uuhhh... eeehehehe... anywhere? Ah! Hehehe... m-my belly, my b-breasts... my th-thighs..... I dohohon';t know! just knowing that sensual light tickle under my arms and down my side was pleasant”
He suggests, “maybe i'll start at one end of your body and make my way to the other…his poking continues, but is much less frequent, “Ah...hehehe....” she continues to giggle and twitch, although calming down a little as he slows down.” he lets her decide how the next part will go “do you want me to start at the top or bottom of you?” :uhh... top”, she says blushing.
He lays over her, hovering and licking and nibbling her earlobes. “oh, mmm…” she sighs happily. He breathes out his nose onto her skin, and gently licks the side of her neck.” She stretches her neck out and coo’s very much enjoying this, grinning happily. He kisses and licks her collar bone. She coo’s and arches her back a little, blushing as his tongue and lips move over him, feeling more than a little turned on by the public physical attention. He sits up a bit, reaches down, tearing open his shirt and bra, exposing her bare breasts. He kisses her chest and without much warning, starts to flick her nipples of one of her breasts with his tongue. She gasps and moans softly. He moves on from that, not wanting to distract from the ticklish matter at hand as he sits up and flutters his fingertips on her exposed nipples “AH! OH! Heheheheh” the feeling switches from erotic to ticklish, making her into a tickling giggly puddle. He moves down and kisses and nibbles her tummy. She coo’s happily from the kisses and flinches and gasps ticklishly from the nibbling, sucking her stomach in from it, giggling more and more. The kissing and nibbling makes its way to her bare hip bone. She moans as she feels his lips on her hip bone, but then giggles quickly as he nibbles, as they feel quite ticklish. He licks as much as the area as he can, trying to make her crack. She giggles breathily, feeling both ticklish and aroused from the touch at the same time. He undoes her shorts, pulling them down, exposing her in her panties, and puts his mouth where her thigh meets her groin, burying his face in and licking. She gasps and arches her back, her hips bucking up into that touch with an eager moan, pleasantly surprised by what is happening to her. His mouth gums her upper inner thigh, making her jump and quickly get very giggly. He slowly kisses every inch of her inner thigh, gumming it from her groin to the side of her knee. She pants as he kisses along her inner thigh, getting more and more aroused, but breaks into quick giggles every time, he switches to gumming her skin. He continues as he gets to her kneecap and starts gently licking it. She is forced to snicker and flinch, he moves down, kissing her her lower leg, shin, calf and ankle.Her ankle is secure, but he holds onto her foot so it can’t move an inch for his next bit of attention. He starts sucking each of her toes, which causes her to screech, she has never had this kind of attention with someone's mouth on her feet. He sticks his tongue in between each of her toes, slowly one by one and she sputters, throws her head from side to side, and feels intensely on display making it known how ticklish she is in such a specific spot. For some reason, although she's had way more "sexual" spots of hers touched in front of people, having her feet given attention in this way felt intensely intimate, and through her giggles you also heard some involuntary moans that she desperately tried to hide. It wasn't really possible though. For some reason having her feet tickled with fingers was one thing, but having attention paid to them with a mouth and tongue, it was like a direct route to her vagina. She was both ticklish and aroused at the same time, and she realized she would never be able to tell a boyfriend this, and no guy she would ever date would probably think do to do this...or so she thinks. She sputters, laughs and moans admitting through her giggles 'I think I like this!"
As Alice gets increasingly tickled and turned on, the crowd cleers, noticing her break….He asks her “will you join us? Will you be a part of us? Will you let us tiiiiickle you? She finally squirms and even though it’s impossible for her to admit she shouts “YES! YES! OH MY GOD! Yes… I’m sold! I’m in….I’m one of your girls who you can tickle now. Holy shit that was hot.” From Samantha’s spot, although it was no longer her turn, and she wasn’t asked directly, hearing and witnessing Alice get tickled and noticing how she has never been so turned on in her life, she chimes in… “Me too! I’m in too! We are so in.”
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