Note:
This is the second in a series of stories. You can find the first entry at https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/stacys-game-show-appearance-round-1-tigs-machine-ffff-navel-feet-hips-underarms.450507/. As usual, there's a bit of setup in this entry before the tickling starts. If you want to skip straight to that, search for [tklst].Round 1 Part 2
Racquel steps into the center room carrying a towel.“Stacy! Come join me,” she calls out. Stacy slowly pushes herself to her feet. Gathering her confidence, she puts on her winner’s smile and strides to Racquel’s side. Stacy takes the offered towel and wiping the sweat off as she listens to Racquel.
“As promised, you get a reward for winning this competition. This time, your prize is … ‘knowledge,’ and a bit of a break.”
She waves her arm with a flourish as a large screen rotates down from the ceiling. First, Amber appears. Stacy and Racquel watch the replay from earlier in the competition together as Amber quits before the feathers near her armpits.
“Well, her weak spots definitely include her pits” Racquel remarks.
Turning to Racquel, Stacy frowns, “How’s that going to help me? Isn’t she out of the competition?”
Racquel just smiles, “You’ll see. Next, let’s watch Rachel’s demise.”
An image of a confident Rachel appears on the screen. As the video begins, Stacy can see Rachel’s feet being tickled.
“Not much reaction there,” Racquel notes, “but wait for it…”. She laughs as the first arm tweaks Rachel’s side and Rachel falls over, tilting the bar.
“You have to admire her determination,” Stacy murmurs as she watches the tickling machines nearly cover Rachel before she gives up and her remaining hand falls from the bar.
“Yes, that was impressive. And I hope you caught that her hips were VERY sensitive… nearly as sensitive as your cute little belly button” Racquel adds, feinting a poke at Stacy’s navel.
Stacy jerks back, warning in her eyes as she studies Racquel.
“All in good fun,” Racquel laughs.
“Finally,” she continues, “we have Olivia. She managed to hold on through the first bit of foot tickling, but she just couldn’t handle it when we surprised her.”
Stacy watches closely as Olivia, the screen-helmet covering her head, stiffens as the oil’s applied to her underarms. As soon as the hair brushes scrape violently across her feet, Olivia leaps forward, jerking the bar out of her own hands. Landing softly, she reaches down to rub the tickles off her soles, clearly frustrated with herself.
“You’ll definitely want to get a hold of her soles… I wonder if her toes are just as ticklish,” Racquel muses.
She claps her hands together, “Anyway, that’s half your prize. You now know your opponents' most ticklish spots.” Giggling, she softly adds, “Not that they don’t know about your own little sensitive spot.” Turning to face the camera she says, “Now, you may have noticed that everyone except our winner has a timer above their head. Well, I promised Stacy a break and everyone else a little punishment. So, Stacy, your break is that you aren’t going to be tickled any more this round. Instead, you’ll get the opportunity to put all that knowledge to use, and maybe gain a bit more. To start, you’re going to tickle Olivia for, seven minutes and …,” Racquel glances at Olivia’s timer, “twenty six seconds. Then the two of you will be tickling Rachel for just over fifteen minutes. Finally, all three of you get to tickle Amber for over twenty eight minutes.” Eyeing Amber she adds, “After all, we have to make sure everyone tries their best.”
Amber pounds the glass wall and yells what looks like "Fuck You Bitch!" though no sound reaches Stacy's ears. Racquel laughs derisively, letting her bombshell fill the room.
Racquel lets the silence fill the room uncomfortably. Stacy looks around at the other women, hatred filling their eyes as they realize her determination made their punishment all the worse.
“Um…,” Stacy nervously asks Racquel, “What if I don’t want to tickle them.”
“Of course, that’s your choice. We would consider that a breach of the spirit of fair play that you agreed to. As such, you’d be immediately disqualified from the competition.”
She pauses, letting it sink in. “Oh, and Olivia would be punished by our wonderful tickling devices. So, it’s really better for both of you if you decide to continue. As I said, it’s your choice though.”
Stacy watches Olivia’s complexion pale, the anger in her gaze at Stacy replaced by fear when Racquel utters “tickling devices”.
“Okay, I’ll do it, I’ll play,” Stacy says.
“What a winner!" Racquel beams. "Make sure you are trying hard to tickle them. You always need to be trying your best. Oh. Just in case any of our contestants decide to tickle anyone other than the current punishment target, you'd be disqualified immediately. So don’t worry Stacy, no one’s getting back at you… not this round anyway.”
“We’re going to take a 5 minute break to give Stacy some time to decide how she wants Olivia restrained.” She whispers to Stacy, “Don’t worry, we’ve got a bunch of standard options if you don’t have your own ideas.” Continuing, Racquel says to the camera, “In the meantime, our standard feed will be showing highlights of the first round and of course, you can always pick a contestant’s feed and skip around to your favorite bits. There’ll be a notification when we’re about to start our first punishment.”
Racquel hands Stacy a tablet and says, “You can browse the standard options here, but if you dream up something, just let us know and we can probably accommodate you.”
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Stacy spends most of the 5 minutes paging through the options on the tablet. Many showed the target with a manacle around the wrists and ankles, with chains or arms fixing their location. But the variety of those locations blew Stacy’s mind. They could be suspended vertically, horizontally, face up, face down, bent over, upside down… any position a human body could possibly sustain appeared to be an option. More mechanical options appeared too. She was pretty sure one was basically a medieval rack and another had the person bent backwards along a wheel’s rim. The one that caught in her mind though was what seemed to be two sets of stocks. The victim was seated on a small platform. The diagram showed them with their legs extended fully, trapped in two holes in a large board. Another board floated above them, trapping their arms fully extended above. This all seemed pretty standard to Stacy, but her eyes kept returning to some several projections out of the long edge of the boards, each with a line that pointed towards the nearest hand or foot. Curious, she walked over to Racquel.
“Wow, there are a lot of options. I get most of them, but this one has me confused. I get that they’re stocks, but what’re those projections coming out of them?”
Racquel glanced over at the tablet then laughed. “Oh, that’s a great choice for Olivia. Trust me, you won’t regret it. As for those things? Well, I think I’ll let them be a pleasant surprise for you to discover.”
Shrugging, Stacy replies, “Huh. OK. Yeah, I’ll go with this one.”
“Awesome, just in time, we’re about to get started again.”
Racquel turns to the camera, her face distant as she listens to something Stacy can’t hear. She flashes a bright smile then says, “Welcome back! We’re here for Olivia’s punishment round and Stacy’s chosen how she wants to tickle her.”
She turns to Olivia, “Please stand on the footprints again and put your hands above your head. Our arms will guide you into the right position and then we’ll get started.”
Stacy watches as a platform rises from the ground behind Olivia. The arms gently grab her ankles and wrists, lifting Olivia off the ground. They sit her on the platform, her legs pulled taut in front of her. A wooden board rises out of the floor on a long metal pole. It flips open and Olivia’s legs are positioned in the holes before it closes shut again. A loud clunk makes Olivia and Stacy both jump.
“Don’t worry, that’s just the lock engaging,” Racquel assures them. The process is quickly repeated with the board holding Olivia’s arms vertically.
Once Olivia’s settled, Racquel turns to Stacy. “Time for you to get started. The clock will start once you start tickling. We’ll give you a few toys to try out about halfway through. Oh, and to try out those things you asked me about, just tap the side of the stocks three times.”
Stacy nods and walks through the door, coming to a halt by Olivia’s feet. She can’t help but smile as she watches them twitch and curl as she approaches.
You know, this might be kind of fun.
She studies the soles in front of her. Hesitantly, she reaches out her hand and strokes a single finger from Olivia’s heel up to her arch. The foot jerks immediately back, the toes curling. Stacy looks up at Olivia and smiles. Locking eyes with her, she flutters her fingertips up and down Olivia’s arches. She watches Olivia struggle to maintain her composure, her neck straining with the effort of not laughing. The next time Stacy’s fingertips move up to the balls of her feet, she misses and instead strokes the base of Olivia’s toes.
Olivia lets out a shriek of laughter, shocking Stacy, before managing to clamp her lips shut. Smiling, at Olivia, she says, “Well, I’ve found one spot, let’s see what else I can find…” Stacy walks to the other side of the board and strokes Olivia’s calves, the backs of her knees and thighs but gets little reactions. Glancing up at the clock and seeing five minutes remaining, she continues her exploration. She strokes Olivia’s sides softly, and notes a slight twitch as she pulls away. Stacy tries tickling her ribs, stomach, and twirling a finger inside Olivia’s belly button but is rewarded with nothing more than a few giggles.
“Hmm, one last spot to try,” Stacy muses out loud. She walks behind Olivia and without preamble spiders her fingers in the hollows of Olivia’s armpits. Olivia bursts out laughing. “Finally!” Stacy exclaims. She’s surprised how much she’s enjoying the feeling of power as Olivia can’t stop her laughter. Stacy alternates between using her fingernails to tickle along the rims of her underarms and stiffening them to prod the center of the pits.
“Three minutes thirty remaining,” Racquel reminds her as Stacy brings her fingers to a halt. She walks back towards Olivia’s feet where a tray of implements has risen from the floor. She sees an assortment of soft brushes, hair brushes, electric tooth brushes and flossers on the tray. She picks up two of the toothbrushes, turns them on, then glides them along the base of Olivia’s toes. Olivia shrieks “Nooo," curling her toes tightly to protect the soft skin. Stacy frowns in frustration, as the vulnerable flesh is suddenly hidden.
From behind her, Stacy hears Racquel's voice: “Try special surprise I mentioned.” She taps the side of the stocks three times and watches in amazement as ten little rods extend from the top of the stock. Lightning fast, cords fly out from them, circling each toe before curling back to attach to the rod. Olivia moans as the cords tighten, pull her toes firmly back and spread them apart. Stacy marvels as each toe struggles in vain, the cords not giving an inch.
Grinning evilly at Olivia, Stacy says “Let’s see how strong those cords are, huh?” Olivia’s eyes plead with her as she shakes her head, silently begging Stacy to leave her toes alone.
Stacy just looks down and says, “This little piggie went to market,” as she places the spinning bristles against the tender pad of Olivia’s big toe. Olivia's scream made Stacy start in surprise, but after a moment to gather her wits, she slid the brushes along the sensitive flesh on the side of the toe.
“This little piggie went home,” she continued, moving the brushes to the side of each of Olivia’s long second toes. Olivia’s desperate laughter went up a pitch, her whole body twisting as she tried to get a moment’s relief. Stacy slowly moves the brushes up and down, left and right, making sure that every inch of Olivia’s toes is thoroughly tormented. As she lifts the brushes to move to the next toe, Olivia manages to catch a breath.
Olivia's wide, pleading eyes seek Stacy's: “Please stop! I can’t take it! It tickles too much! You don’t understand how ticklish my toes are.”
Thinking of the nightmare that was the brush in her navel, Stacy shudders.
Oh, I bet I do understand.
Walling off any budding sympathy, Stacy says: “Sorry, I have to do my best. Or, you could just say your safeword and bow out of the competition,” reminding both Olivia and herself that Olivia could choose to end this at any time. She laughs to herself as Olivia just frowns at her. “Your choice!” Stacy places the toothbrushes on the pad of the third toe and watches in fascination at the little twitches the toe makes, trying to get away.
“Oh right, where was I… let’s see…” Stacy ponders out loud, tormenting the base of Olivia’s toe. “Right, this little piggie had roast beef…”. Stacy pauses, drawing out the moment as she savors Olivia’s laughter.
“And this little piggie had none,” she continues, moving the brushes to her fourth toes. Olivia’s reduced to silent laughter, her face reddening as the brushes nearly engulf her smaller toe.
“Fifteen seconds,” Racquel reminds Stacy.
“And this little piggie cried wee wee wee, all the way home.” Stacy finishes, moving the toothbrushes to Olivia’s final, smallest, toe. She just holds the brushes there, watching as Olivia thrashes, her muscles taut and sharply defined as they strain and pull.
“And time,” Racquel says. Stacy immediately removes the brushes, not wanting to risk breaking any rules. She quickly steps back, away from Olivia and to the door of the central room, wanting to put as much distance between her and her former victim.
The toe ties release Olivia’s toes and the arms gently lower her to the floor. The moment she's free, she's rubbing her toes firmly, trying to drive the residual tickling away. Shaking her head, she deliberately rises from the floor.
“Congrats Olivia! You’ll be moving on to round two!” Racquel chirps. “Now Stacy and Olivia, come join me in the central room so you can plan Rachel’s punishment. Again, we’ll take a five minute break while these two plan their attack.”
Stacy quickly steps into the room, keeping Racquel between herself and Olivia. She can't help but again admire Olivia's figure as she lifts herself from the floor. She quails under Olivia's steely gaze, which sends a single message: revenge. Olivia cracks a satisfied smile when Stacy instinctively shies away.
