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Round 1 Part 3
Olivia takes the rigging tablet from Racquel and starts paging through it. Stacy sidles up beside her, peering around her arm as she swipes through the options.
“Any thoughts?” Olivia barks, startling Stacy.
“Um… it seemed like her hips were her worst spot, so they should be easy to tickle? I didn’t really watch her much before she was out.”
Olivia nods, “I agree. Let’s test the usual spots as well. I want to know her every weakness.” She pauses, looking at a person suspended horizontally by cuffs around their wrists and ankles. “What do you think of this?”
“I think that’s a good choice…. but—”.
“What, not up to your standards?”
Stacy blushes. “No, it’s just that she’ll be able to swing and shake a lot. I wonder if we could get them to put a little round platform under the small of her back and have that push her up. She’d end up stretched out even more and she wouldn’t be able to get away at all.”
Olivia bites back a response. She frowns in thought, before her mouth curves into a wide, malevolent grin.
“You know what? I like that.” Stacy’s surprised to see a glint of respect in Olivia’s eyes as she continues, “You’re good at this. Had much practice?”
Stacy blushes, looking down. “No! This is all new to me.”
Olivia chuckles, “Suuuure…”
Turning to Racquel, she asks “Hey, we’d like this one, but can you add a bit?” Olivia describes their idea to Racquel.
After a few clarifications, Raquel listens in her ear and says, “Yep. We can definitely do that. Our viewers will love your idea. Just in time, too! We’re about to start.”
Racquel turns to face the camera. “Welcome back! We’ve got a surprise for all you viewers. Our inventive duo here,” she indicates Olivia and Stacy, “have devised a custom rig for Rachel. We’ll get her set up and start momentarily.”
Stacy sees Rachel nervously raise her hand. “Can I ask a question?”
“Of course,” Racquel replies, “What’s up?”
“What... what if I don’t want them to... tickle me?” Her voice drops to a whisper at the end.
“That’s your choice, of course,” says Racquel. “Here at TIGS we always give people choices.” Her voice takes an ominous tone as she continues, “But with choices, come consequences. If you choose not to let these two tickle you, you’ll be disqualified from the contest. We’ll also engage a suitable replacement aligned with the terms of your contract. After all, we’ve made promises to all our viewers, and we always keep our promises.”
Suitable replacement? Racquel? Other show workers? What do they mean?
She watches Rachel hold her chin, deep in thought.
I bet those ‘suitable replacements’ are what they tickled her with before, when she fell.
She watches Rachel’s face pale at the same moment, She knows it too.
“I’ll do it!” Rachel exclaims to Racquel.
“Great choice,” she replies. “Now please stand on the yellow footprints and we’ll get you set up.”
What else could she choose? Anything’s better than that.
The moment Rachel settles in place, four arms whip out from the walls, wrapping cuffs around her ankles and wrists. They lift and rotate her until she’s hanging, facing up towards the ceiling. Stacy watches as a small mound atop a metal pole rises from the floor below Rachel. It slowly pushes up, forcing Rachel’s hips to rise as her arms and legs are pulled down. In just a few seconds, her body’s pulled taut as a bowstring.
Wow! I can see her ribs and her belly’s so flat. She looks good hanging there.
Racquel turns to Stacy and Olivia, “Have at it ladies. The timer will start when you start tickling her. Also, you'll find some toys on a tray when there are five minutes remaining. Enjoy!”
Stacy and Olivia enter the room, separating so each can take a position at Rachel’s side. Olivia raises her hand, just beyond Rachel's view, giving Stacy a silent count down: 3… 2… 1… At zero, they shoot their hands out, roughly pinching Rachel’s hips. Laughter explodes from Rachel. Her body strains at the restraints, trying to cover up—but only twitches slightly. Stacy smiles at Olivia as they take turns teasing and tickling Rachel’s hips. They discover that light scratching just inside the hip bone makes Rachel giggle constantly, but that pokes and pinches to the same area make her laugh deeply.
After several minutes, Stacy looks up at the clock. “Let’s see what other weak spots we can find.”
Olivia nods. “Sounds good. You go high, I’ll go low,” Her fingers trail down Rachel’s legs, towards her feet.
Stacy strides over to Rachel’s head and crouches down, her lips close to Rachel’s ear.
“How ya doing Rache?” she asks. “Any suggestions on what we should try next?” She laughs as Rachel’s glare melts into a forced grin as laughter flows from her mouth. Stacy calls down to Olivia, “That’s a good spot, what’d you find?”
“There’s a spot just above her heel that seems extra sensitive, especially when I flick my fingernails over it.”
Stacy stands, her fingers digging into Rachel’s armpits. She’s disappointed at the lack of reaction and after a few moments of trying different techniques and spots, she moves down to Rachel’s side. Rachel giggles consistently as she counts Rachel’s ribs, her fingers poking between each bone before moving to the next.
Stacy glances at the clock.
Only seven minutes left?
“Hey Olivia, let’s explore some more.”
Let’s try her flank…
Stacy’s fingers probe Rachel’s flank, causing an explosion of laughter.
“Wow, this is nearly as good as her hips!”
Soft teasing slows Rachel’s laughter slightly, but the goosebumps trailing Stacy’s fingers are just as rewarding.
She watches Olivia move up Rachel’s legs, fingers rapidly spidering on the backsides of her calves to no effect. They exchange a glance when Olivia’s fingers brush the backs of Rachel’s knees and her legs bounce up.
“That’s interesting,” Olivia remarks to Stacy. “Let’s see…”
Olivia bends over and runs her fingernails along Rachel’s hamstrings, which contract desperately to escape the torment.
“Uh oh Rachel,” Olivia taunts. “Can you handle this?” she asks, hands pinching the insides of Rachel’s thighs, then slide back under to flick rapidly along the bottom hem of Rachel’s shorts. Stacy pauses, admiring the screech of laughter Olivia draws out.
“Five minutes remaining, tools are now available.” Racquel calls out from behind them. “Back to the hips?” Olivia asks Stacy. Stacy nods and they both take a brief break to examine the tools available. Olivia takes a paint brush and draws it across the sensitive skin just inside Rachel’s right hip bone. She frowns as Rachel just giggles in response. Olivia tosses it to the floor in disgust, turning back to the tray of options.
Stacy, meanwhile, has been studying the tools and picks up a vibrating electric toothbrush. She turns it on and slides the bristles over and around Rachel’s left hip. She smiles as she’s rewarded with full belly laughs from Rachel. Olivia quickly follows Stacy’s lead, leaving Rachel nearly breathless with laughter.
“Two minutes remaining,” Racquel reminds them. Stacy realizes that Rachel responds most when the bristles pass over the sensitive spot they had such success prodding initially.
“Olivia… Olivia!” she calls again to get her attention. “Let me try something?” she asks, motioning for Olivia to lift her brush. Olivia looks quizzically at her, then shrugs and waits expectantly.
“Let’s hit deep.”
Stacy pauses a moment, waiting for Rachel’s heaving chest to slow slightly, then flips the toothbrush over and firmly places the back of the head deep into the spot she’d been eyeing.
“No! Please—not that!” Rachel cries, bursting into uncontrolled laughter. Looking up, Stacy meets Olivia’s gaze. A feral grin spreads Olivia’s lips as mirrors Stacy’s motion. An inhuman scream tears from Rachel’s throat. Together, they watch the clock count down from thirty seconds as Rachel’s struggles wane, her laughter gone silent.
As the clock hits zero, they lift the brushes and step back from Rachel. “Excellent job all around,” Racquel says as Rachel’s lowered to the floor; her chest heaving with rapid shallow breaths. Rachel lies there for a minute, her limbs trembling, covered in sweat. As she sits up, Stacy notices the tear stains flowing from the corner of her eyes up to her hairline.
She cried! Why does that make me feel powerful?
As she shifts, slickness gathers between her folds.
And aroused?
As Rachel stands, unsteady and listing to one side, she shakes her head at Stacy and Olivia and says, “You two are evil. I’ll get you back!” Stacy and Olivia exchange knowing smiles.
My navel, your hips. It’ll be fun.
“And now, it’s Amber’s turn!” Racquel says, a little more excitement filling her voice. The four women turn to face Amber.
“Oh hell no!” Amber yells. “I’m not letting those bitches tickle me! Not for thirty seconds and definitely not thirty minutes.”
Bitches? Oh, I’m going to enjoy this.
“That is your choice,” Racquel calmly replies. “I already explained the consequences of refusing to Rachel.”
“What the hell do I care if I get disqualified, I’m already out!”
Oh, wow. She doesn’t have a clue.
“Your final answer?”
“Yes! Now give me my prize!” Amber snaps.
Turning her face to the ceiling, Racquel says, “You heard her, give her what she deserves.”
Stacy’s eyes widen as four arms snake from the walls, tightly gripping Amber’s wrists and ankles. She's hoisted from the floor, her veneer of confidence shattering. Pulling with all her might, she claws the air, desperately trying to find any purchase to allow her to escape. Horror covers her face as the army of tickling devices surround her. "Wait—no!" she begs.
As the tools near Amber’s body, Racquel waves her hand at the glass which turns opaque, saying to the three women, “Trust me you don’t need to see this.”
She faces the camera. “For our viewers at—” She’s cut off by a wail of laughter from behind the black wall. Looking at the ceiling once more, she raises an eyebrow. “Or hear it!” she adds dryly. The wail cuts off suddenly as the glass drops from the ceiling, sealing off all sound.
She was arrogant. And stupid. But does anyone deserve that?
Racquel clears her throat. “As I was saying, we’re going to take a 15 minute break for our remaining contestants to tidy up, get changed, and rest before we start the next round. Those of you watching at home can follow Amber’s feed in a side channel on the right. You'll get a popup just before we resume.”
Racquel turns back to Stacy, Olivia, and Rachel. “Sorry, you don’t get a chance at Amber, especially you Rachel. But it is what it is. Head back to your dressing rooms, your next outfit awaits! We’ll notify you when the next round is about to start.”
The women exchange shaken glances, Amber's desperate face burns in their memories. They separate, each silently retreating to their dressing rooms. As Stacy enters her dressing room, the wails of Amber and Rachel echo in her mind—and her arousal swells.
What am I becoming?
Author's Note:
Hi all, thanks for reading through the end of round 1. In case anyone's especially excited to see what happens to Amber, I wanted to let you know that we get to see that, but immediately. The next few postings will follow Stacy. Once her arc's done, we'll see what Amber's been up to.Looking forward to hearing what y'all think!
