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Happy Halloween! You Choose Her Fate!

ThatGam3rChick

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Happy Halloween! (You Choose The Fate, fiction)
**Hey everyone, so this is my very first tickle fiction that I have ever posted. I wanted to do something Halloween themed and I thought this was perfect. I hope everyone likes it and that you all have a Happy Halloween.**

Meghan Leigh walked alongside her friend Tiffany Faye as they looked at all the Halloween fanfare; they were at their local Halloween carnival, and every year their community went all out. As far as the eye could see were pumpkins, and candy, and all sorts of clowsn and scary things waiting to jump out at you, and Meghan loved every second of it. She was a usually shy girl, but when Halloween came around she was a completely different person. Dressed up in a black pleated skirt, fishnet stockins, combat boots, a plain zip up jacket way too big for her that she'd decorated with chains and buckles as well as several pins of some of her favorite bands and weird nerd things she was into. Underneath her jacket she wore a simple black camisol and black bra underneath. Her face was covered in gothic like make-up and she was having the time of her life! Her friend, Tiffany, however was not; Tiffany wasn't really into Halloween as much as Meghan, though she did love the Halloween parties Meghan dragged her to, which was where they were headed now. Tiffany wasn't like Meghan who was a shorter, bigger, brunette beauty with long brown hair and chocolate brown eyes, she was very tall and slender with a near perfect figure. Her hair was a beautiful aburn color, and her eyes were a dark green, almost hazel color. The costume she chose fit her perfectly, it was a beautiful green sequined dress that showed off her figure and she wore makeup that made her look like a movie star from the 1920s. "So, where is this party supposed to be?" Tiffany almost had to yell at Meghan for her to hear. Meghan chuckled, and pointed to a dark house far away from all the commotion they were in right now. It was a rather large two story Victorian style home with a beautiful porch complete with designer furniture and a swing; Their mutual friend, Patrick, had put this together. Meghan and Tiffany worked at a small diner in the center of town, the only one for miles until you hit the city, and Patrick was one of the cooks. "We've got at least an hour, lets have some fun first!" Meghan chirped excitedly, in the distance a fun house caught her eye. It was one of those run of the mill fun houses, with clowns and flashing lights, but to Meghan it was the most amazing thing ever. Tiffany pulled away from her "I'm good...I don't really like clowns." she admitted, feeling a chill go up her spine, "I'll go over to Patrick's and wait, you have fun." and without waiting for an answer she rushed away and disappeared through the crowd of people. Meghan sighed, well so much for having fun and scaring Tiffany, which she had been looking forward to. Deciding she'd get her later, she walked towards the fun house. Of course, we've all been in a fun house, we know what it looks like- cheap looking effects, mirrior mazes, weird mirrors that made you look strange, but to Meghan it was a wonderland! She loved every minute of it. She could stay in there and have fun for hours, but after thirty minutes she decided she'd better join Tiffany at the party. Pulling out her phone from her jacket pocket, she quickly typed out a text message. Hey. Where r u? She waited a few seconds, but there was no reply. Meghan thought for a moment. Tiffany was glued to her phone, it wasn't like her to not answer. She tried again, deciding there must be loud music where she's at and that's why she's not answering. I'm on my way to the party. She texted, figuring Tiffany would check her phone at some point, otherwise she might get withdraws.
She put her phone back into her pocket and headed over towards Patrick's. Along the way, she gazed at all of the Halloween decorations, all of the pure magic that seemed to lift her soul every year, and felt a little sting of disappointment when she exited onto the quiet street lined with darkened homes. One of the newer things for neighborhoods to do was hold a giant trick or treat party insead of the normal going from house to house thing, it seemed safer that way, and some people had to work the next morning, so having kids constantly ring your doorbell in the middle of the night could be a real pain. She made her way down the street, took a left and walked up the walkway to the house. To her surprise, it was quiet, and there didn't seem to be anyone here, the only parked car being Patrick's. Shrugging it off she went and knocked on the door, minutes went by, and finally the door opened to a very tired looking Patrick, holding an ice pack to his head. "Oh, hey Megs." He mumbled through a stuffy nose, "Sorry, I'm sick. The party was cancelled. You just missed Tiffany, she was coming to tell you." Meghan let out a disappointed "Aww!" then patted him on the shoulder "It's ok. Better luck next year. I hope you feel better, okay?" and with that, a very sad and unhappy Meghan turned to walk back down the street. I should probably call Tiffany and tell her I know. That way she won't go looking for me anymore. She pulled out her phone, and pushed Tiffany's quick dial. The phone rang, rang, rang, rang, and then "Hi, you've reached Tiffany! Leave it at the beep." beep. "Uh, hey Tiffers...you didn't answer your phone...are you alright? I just went to Patrick's house so, you don't need to go looking for me. Just give me a call back when you can, okay?" And with that she hung up; a pit formed in her stomach- this wasn't like Tiffany. Unsure of what to do, Meghan returned to the trick or treat party, which had started to settle down. It was close to 11pm, and most of the kids attending were headed off to bed. Some parents were still out, chatting with the others. Meghan politely asked each of them if they'd seen Tiffany, and finally one of them pointed her towards the fun house. Meghan felt bad, knowing how afraid Tiffany was of the place; she decided she'd invite her over for wine and horror movies instead of the party. She reached the funhouse, looked around carefully, but still couldn't see Tiffany. The funhouse was quiet now, it's neon lights dark, and even Meghan had to admit it looked a little creepy. "Hello?" she called out, there was no answer, "Tiffany!" no answer. Meghan pulled out her phone and dialed her number again, but this time her heart sank as she heard the familiar ring of Tiffany's phone coming from a trash can by the bushes. Slowly, horrified, she walked over, and peered in to see TIffany's phone. Panic hit Meghan like a brick, as she frantically looked around, unsure of what to do, as she did this a worker for the fun house, the one who picks up all the trash afterwards, caught her eye "Sir, oh thank God! My friend came here looking for me and I just found her phone in the trash! Have you seen her? Here's her picture." She showed him a picture of a smiling Tiffany on her phone. Recognition came into the man's eyes "Yeah, I saw her hon! She went with a few boys around the back of the funhouse, they were pretty drunk by the time they left, so maybe she dropped her phone on accident. Come on, I'll walk you there!" they walked around the surprisingly large building to the back, far less glamourous side. There were three men smoking and laughing around the back, and when they caught sight of them, they waved their hands in greeting "Hey, Arty! What do we have here?" The man talking was creepy looking, he was very thin and had messy hair and light beard forming, and he smelled of cigarettes and booze "A little present." The janitor's voice was dark, not friendly like before. Meghan turned slowly to look at him, realizing her mistake too late, "She came looking for the other girl. Figured you guys would like another playmate." creep spoke now "Oh, that we would. Her friend wasn't very fun, so lets see if she is." Meghan trembled with fear as the four men tried to corner her, but she was quick, pulling a pocken knife from her boot and flashing it at them. "I am not afraid to use this!" she tried not to sound terrified as she spoke; she forced her hands to steady themselves and glared at the four of them. One of the other men, the one who'd stood back away from the others, stepped forward now. He was much cuter, and more inviting than the rest of them "It's alright, miss." his voice was like velvet, the kind of voice that makes you melt like butter, but Meghan stood her ground "What have you done with Tiffany! I swear I'll stab every one of you!" The mystery man held up his hands in a calming gesture, "She's safe, I promise." Meghan glared at him angrilly "I know she didn't go with you willingly! She wouldn't do that!" "Listen, we can take you to her. Just put your knife away and we'll get going, okay?" Meghan's hands shook slightly as she looked from one person to another and back then, sheathed the pocket knife and headed along with them.


After a few minutes, the five of them came across a barn in the middle of nowhere, but it wasn't for tobacco or animals like you'd usually see, this barn had pounding music and tons of lights, inside there were cheers and excited whistles. They led her to a door, where a large man dressed as Frankenstein's monster was standing "It's ok, Lars, she's with us." the velvet man said from behind her, his breath on her hair sent goosebumps across her skin. Lars nodded once, and opened the door to the apparently sound-proofed room. What she thought was whistling turned out to be screaming laughter coming from inside. There were forty to fifty men sitting around a large glass enclosure in the middle of the barn, and inside-tied to a table was a young woman...but not Tiffany. The mystery woman was nude, tied upside down in some kind of mechanical contraption Meghan had never seen. Tight ropes wrapped around her wrists, elbows, neck and head, under and over the breasts, around the midsection, around each thigh and shin, and her feet were secured in stocks with each individual toe pulled back. Meghan stared in horror, the two people in there with her were tickling her! Mercilessly! Immediately, Meghan had a flashback to when she was a child, being held down and tickled by her older brother until she nearly peed herself. She'd never given anyone a chance to tickle her again...except for...Tiffany! She gazed at one of the woman's tormentors, it was the aburn haired Tiffany, her dress pulled down around her waist to expose her gorgeous tits underneath. Meghan glared at the men who brought her here "You perverted freaks! I'll fucking kill you!" Meghan's scream was loud enough to make the entire barn go silent. Velvet man, backing away in fear from Meghan, suddenly turned his attention to someone behind her "Is this the girl you wanted us to bring?" Meghan's blood ran cold as she heard TIffany behind her "Yeah, that's her. Hi, Meg." Meghan realed around to see Tiffany, her eyes glowing mischieviously, "Welcome to our little party." "Tiffany...you...know about this?" Tiffany scoffed and rolled her eyes "Yes, Meghan. I do this every year." Meghan's eyes widened "What, capture and tickle people? Why?" Tiffany chuckled "Because I can. Because I'm good at it. And because I can finally teach concieted bitches like you a lesson!" Meghan opened her mouth and shook her head in confusion, "You are always flaunting yourself! In the diner, so you'll make better tips! Every Halloween, you dress like this hot goth chick because you think you're so cool and prettier than I am!" Tiffany's eyes burned with rage, "Well let me tell you something, Meghan, YOU'RE NOT!" Meghan took a step back, her confused look replaced with an angry one "You're fucking crazy, bitch. I'm out of here!" She turned to leave, but Velvet man, creep, Mr. Janitor, and Lars stood in her way. "Leave? But you're my guest of honor!" Tiffany's voice was mockingly cheerful, "Don't you remember that night? We both went to your place after work, and we decided to play around? I barely poked your ribs and you screamed louder than any woman I've every tickled." Tiffany had closed in on her, her eyes gleaming excitedly as she grinned at Meghan, "And now, I can finally have you," she turned to Lars, "Bring her to the stage." Meghan gasped as large strong hands picked her up and carried her to the enclosure. The other woman had already been untied and taken away, leaving the contraption open for a new victim. Meghan started struggling, trying to wriggle out of Lars's strong grip, but it was no use. She resorted to insults and cursing when that didn't work "You bitch! You fucking crazy bitch! I swear I'll call the fucking cops once I get out of here!" Tiffany smiled at her, and as Lars passed by, she whispered in Meghan's ear "If I let you out, you mean?" Meghan's eyes widened in horror "No! Stop, you crazy....Help! Help!" she turned to the people in the crowd as Lars and the other men helped to tie her down, "Please help me! Please!" Tiffany stood beside her and adressed them "Ladies and gentlemen! You wanted a victim that was torturously ticklish! You wanted a victim who hated being tickled! Well, here she is!" the audience cheered happily and Meghan's heart began to beat rapidly; she tried to struggle but Lars was holding onto her, so she couldn't. She even bit him hard enough to draw blood, but he simply winced and tightened his grip on her. "And, on top of that, we're taking donations! Anyone who wants to tickle her, it's going to be $100 an hour. The more you pay, the more you play!" the audience glanced around at eachother, and Meghan spat an insult at her, but Tiffany didn't seem at all disuaded, in fact she seemed calm and clever, "oh, I see. After the last two victims, you're not sure about the ticklishness of this one. Perhaps a demonstration is in order?" again cheers from the audience. Now fully secured to the machine, Tiffany walked over and pushed a button, which turned the tied girl around so she was facing the floor. "You fucking crazy bitch, fuck you! Get me out of here!" Tiffany chuckled darkly as she reached into Meghan's combat boot, and pulled out her pocket knife, then raising it dramatically to the audience, she began cutting away Meghan's clothing, leaving on the fishnet stockings. Meghan screamed and tried to struggle, but there was no use, she was fully tethered to the machine and couldn't get free. Tiffany quickly shredded Meghan's skirt, jacket, and camisol until she was down to her underwear, then stepped away. Boos errupted from the audience. "Oh, you want to see everything?" Tiffany asked, it was followed by an erruption of cheers, Meghan's eyes clouded with tears, and she instinctively closed her legs; unfortunately for her, Tiffany noticed "Oh, no, Meghan. We can't have that can we?" she signaled to the helpers to hold her down, while she pressed a button on the machine and with a click, the two sections meant to tie her legs down to separated. Meghan was quickly tied back up, and at Tiffany's command the helpers spread the two sides as far as Meghan's body would allow. Tiffany pressed another button and the Machine turned Meghan upside down, where Tiffany used the knife to slowly cut off her bra, all the while Meghan cursed through tears and violent thrashes to escape, and with one final cut, Meghan's breast bounced free. Oohs and Awes came from the crowd as Meghan closed her eyes. "We want to see everything!" one spectator screeched, which were followed by agreements "Patience." Tiffany assured them, "with this one, I want to take my time."


**Now, I'm going to try something that I haven't really tried before. I'm going to let you decide what happenes to Meghan, where she's tickled, how she's tickled, and with what tickle torture tools. I'll pick and choose between the comments and use them in the next chapter! Meghan's fate is in your hands, and there are no limits to your imagination!**
 
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Good start! 🙂 I will vote that you continue ASAP describing how tiffany demonstrates Meghan's ticklish spots for the crowd, using her hands and maybe some feathers. She should start with her victim's upper body then move on to boot removal at foot tickling. After Meghan's ticklish spots are exposed and discovered members of the crowd take turns to bring other comments to life, using tickle tools snd repositioning poor Meghan.
 
Good start! 🙂 I will vote that you continue ASAP describing how tiffany demonstrates Meghan's ticklish spots for the crowd, using her hands and maybe some feathers. She should start with her victim's upper body then move on to boot removal at foot tickling. After Meghan's ticklish spots are exposed and discovered members of the crowd take turns to bring other comments to life, using tickle tools snd repositioning poor Meghan.

Thank you for the feedback. I'm currently writing the second part
 
you could add some more line breaks. This wall of text is hard to read.
 
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