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Hi again everyone, here is the final section of Part 2 before we move on to the third and final section. As always thanks for the comments on the previous parts, I do appreciate them.
Part 1a: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/summer-fair-nightmare-part-1a.448699/
Part 1b: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/summer-fair-nightmare-part-1b.448785/
Part 2a: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/summer-fair-nightmare-part-2a.448988/
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Leah smiles at the two contestants, ushering Kara to follow a staff member to the campervan and Emilia to hop up onto the table. Kara was far more willing to follow instructions than Emilia.
“Oh, by the way, don’t either of you think of trying to escape and run away. We will catch you… And when we do, that will be an automatic forfeit of the game. You have both been warned.” She threated playfully.
“Em, I wish you the worst of luck. I hope they absolutely tickle the shit out of you.” Kara told her friend as she began to walk backstage.
“Fuck you! Fuck off!” was the response. Kara’s little mind game had rattled Emilia. She knew that she needed to hold out and she wasn’t sure if going first was the better option. Leah had said it would allow her to set the winning time but deep down she felt it would be agony sitting in that campervan and waiting for Kara to finish. The table looked scary as well. Emilia was instructed to lie down on her back as Megan began to spread her legs to each side of the table and locked each foot into a miniature stock at the two bottom corners. Megan then proceeded to tie each of her toes apart, something that Emilia was not pleased about after having them free on the Y-frame previously. Natalie had strapped a tight leather belt across her hips, very much restricting any wriggling. Georgia had the honour of grabbing both of her arms and lifting them up to the top corners of the table. Emilia felt helpless, she knew she wouldn’t last long in this position, and she just hoped that Kara would last even less.
“Before we start, lets get some live interviews from our amazing crowd!” Leah announced, making her was over to Sarah and Jess first.
“I have to say, both have done better than I thought so far. I’m going for Em to win though, she seems to be holding it together a bit better than Kara. I can’t wait to get my hands back on Kara. Will I be allowed to use the brushes on her feet?” Jess asked. Many in the crowd cheered in agreement
“Of course, our tickle toys will be available for any tickler to use. You’ll love her scream with those brushes on her feet. Trust me… they tickle. And you Sarah?”
“Well, I actually think that Kara will win. She is certainly a Scream Queen. I have already changed her nickname on my messenger to that. But… I think she is more determined than Emilia. I don’t know, either way I am more than ready to do the deed and tickle the shit out of either of them” Sarah put in her opinion. Once again, many in the crowd agreed, seemingly split on who the loser will be.
“Great, thank you friends for those opinions. Let’s ask some in the front row”. Leah went down to the edge of the stage and lay down, moving along the crowd, eager to join in.
“Hi, I’m Emily, I’m not sure who it will be. All I have to say is that I would hate to be on that table right now. I am extremely ticklish, like everywhere. God knows why these two would have agreed to be tickled. If you need an extra tickler, let me know!” a woman of a similar age to the four friends stated.
“Hi, I’m Julie what a great show it has been so far. I really hope it’s Kara who loses. I think I’ve seen her at my local gym so I’m going with her. She deserves it as well with all that swearing that she has shouted out.”
Meanwhile, Kara had sat down in the campervan backstage. A staff member, Betty, handed her a set of chunky headphones and explained that they’ll play her music to block out any sounds. Kara obliged and put them on as Betty asked her what music she wanted.
“Heavy metal. Something about death!”
“Oh… ok” Betty responded, taken aback by the response.
“Oh, don’t worry, I’m not thinking about your death, just my friends’.” Kara reassured her. ‘Yeah, and Leah, Georgia, Natalie and Megan’s deaths as well!’.
Betty turned the music on, just about loud enough so that she could hear it before offering Kara a glass of water. She then went back to scrolling on her phone whilst Kara daydreamed about death. This made her angrier and angrier and combined with the unbearable humidity of the campervan, she was becoming irritable. She tried to look around for a clock, but the campervan was void of any indications, the windows positioned the wrong way to see through the gap in the curtains and onto the stage. All she could do was wait and wish that Emilia caved at the first touch. ‘Surely all four of them are going to just go for her armpits! It might be my go before this song is over!’ she half hoped.
Back on stage, the ticklers had positioned themselves around the woman in black. Georgia had adopted her feet, Megan her legs, Natalie her stomach and Leah at the head of the table ready to get a go at her underarms. In the all-body rounds, the ticklers always used the same tactic when they started. That was to dive straight in and torture each spot, none of this gentle build up tickling one spot at a time. That was too merciful. Every once in a while, a contestant would be caught so off-guard by this tactic that they surrendered almost immediately. Once again, there was no countdown. There was however a roar from the crowd, and a scream which even Kara may have heard.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA….. EEEEKKKKK HEHEHEHEHEHE” Emilia screamed, the sensations all across her body shooting up her nervous system. Georgia had begun by slowly dragging her claws up and down the two arches in front of her, Megan squeezed her kneecaps, Natalie goosed her sides, and Leah wriggled her own talons across the shaved pits. It was torture and this position left her extremely vulnerable. Even her own thoughts had downgraded to pure laughter. ‘HAHAHAHAHA…. NO! COME ON! COME ON!.... OHH GOOOODDDD! I CAN’T TAKE THIS! I CAN’T TAKE THIS! Oh god!... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…’
“That’s it Em, give us a good laugh!” Sarah shouted.
Emilia had managed to survive the ticklers’ initial onslaughts, but nobody was in the mood to slow down. At her feet, Georgia had once again decided to have a sing-song, scratching her nail against each little piggy as she moved along each foot. She noted how Emilia’s feet were much smaller than Kara’s, but this wasn’t an issue, Georgia was an expert at tormenting feet big and small, just as she was doing now. Once she had finished on the toes, she finished the song of by frantically scribbling her nails all the way down Emilia’s pale arches before scratching again at her heels. She decided that she liked the song, repeating the whole process once again, much to her victim’s dismay.
Megan had begun by squeezing the two kneecaps in front of her, loving how no matter how much Emilia tried to free her legs, they were stretched out too much to escape the nails. She moved on, her nails now focusing on the soft stretched skin under Emilia’s knees. Megan knew just how sensitive this area was, it was never anyone’s most ticklish spot but was extremely irritating. She continued to wriggle her fingers there, joining in with Georgia’s little song on its encore. As the torment on her feet increased, Megan moved up to the woman’s thighs, pinching her inner thighs right into the muscle, eliciting more screams.
Further up her body, Natalie had cupped her hands on each of Emilia’s sides. Her spread-eagle nature only allowed for a small bit of wriggling. Nat decided to have some fun to highlight her ticklee’s helplessness. She squeezed and poked Emilia’s right side and as expected, the contestant had squirmed to the left to escape her fingers. This only led her straight into Natalie’s other hand, ready to pounce. This continued for a while before Natalie slowly spidered her fingers up the sides and into the ribs, paying special attention the chunks of flesh in between each one.
Leah was having fun. Emilia was not. Leah knew Emilia’s weakness and had started off by slowly tracing her talons from the elbows and along her biceps, never quite entering the warm skin of the underarm. This continued for a few laps of her biceps and just when Emilia had started to become accustomed to the sensation, rather than Leah’s nails heading back up to her elbows they instead continued down into her pits and began to scribble around on the mounds of flesh. The effect was soul-destroying. Leah knew that this was contributing far more to the screams than that of the other three tormenters.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. PLEASE, EVERYONE PLEASE JUST STOP I CAN’T TAKE THIS AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” the ticklee screamed. She begged and pleaded, swallowing her pride and shyness. It was too much.
“There’s only one way this ends sweety.” Leah reminded her. Sarah and Jess began to chant the word black. Emilia wanted to give up, yet she knew the risk, and knew the horror that awaited her if she didn’t build up enough time.
“BLACK! BLACK! BLACK!” her friends chanted. Leah had decided that it was the right time for the ticklers to ramp up the torment.
Kara nodded her head along to the music, fully emersed in the drums and guitars. She didn’t know how long it had been but sweat now poured down her as the campervan felt like a furnace. She looked at Betty, who had plonked her feet across the chairs and next to Kara. The same smiley face socks that all the staff wore. Kara took off the headphones, Betty still scrolling through her phone
“Jesus! It’s hot in here can we open a window.” She asked.
“Hey! You can’t take your headphones off!”
“Oh, come on, I’ll put them back on in a sec, it’s roasting! Besides, this thing is soundproof I can’t hear a think in here.”
“Sorry we can’t open the window, you would hear then wouldn’t you! Now headphones back on.”
“Ok, ok, one last question? Have you ever been tickled in one of these before?” she asked Betty
“Me? Oh yeah, I lost a contest at another fair a few years ago. Hours of my bare feet being punished. I haven’t seen you guys on stage today but trust me you do not want to be a Grand Loser. It is a nightmare. Headphones, now…”
The campervan was soundproof, but it was fortunate that Kara had just about put her headphones on when the torturers ramped up their game. The scream which was emitted by Emilia could have shattered glasses if she was nearer to a microphone. Her ticklers had introduced tickle toys.
Emilia wondered what she had done in life to deserve this level of torture. She had always been the ‘good girl’ of the group, she followed the rules, she was well-mannered, she was kind to everyone, she was always happy to help. Somewhere, a God had clearly decided that wasn’t good enough and had sentenced her to this. At her feet, Georgia had initially started by using two firm feathers on the toes of each foot. She would insert the feather in between each one and then drag it out, the individual bristles gliding against the soft skin. She repeated this several times before moving on to her main event as Emilia felt the dreaded hairbrushes against both feet again. Georgia had slowly dragged them once down the full length of each foot as a warning before rapidly beginning to scrub, paying special attention to the arches. She was careful not to scrub to hard, so she didn’t hurt her plaything. Emilia couldn’t tale it, 10 nails on her soles were deathly, 20 were torture, but hundreds of firm, plastic bristles were the seventh level of hell.
“AHHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOOOOOPPPPPP!”
Megan had also reunited the contestant’s thighs with the firm feathers as she fluttered them along the exposed skin. Within the deep hellhole that she was stuck in, this was the one sensation that she could tolerate. The higher the feathers travelled up her thighs, the more she decided she could tolerate it and so she tried desperately to zone in on the little tickly sensations moving towards her crotch. As time ticked on, Megan then decided to move use on hand to lift the hem of her shorts and then slowly trace the feathers along her hips and the line of her underwear. Megan did this several times before placing both feathers inside of the sports shorts with the tips pointing out at Emilia’s waist. Digging her fingers back into Emilia’s inner thighs, the feathers than added an extra touch as she squirmed around.
On her torso, Natalie had opted skip the feathers. This was supposed to be tickle torture after all. Instead, she decided to use a new toy as she planted a physio gun straight into her ticklee’s tummy. It was only on a medium setting, but the rapid vibrations rippled across Emilia’s stomach. Natalie moved in clockwise motions starting just below the bra and moving along one of Em’s sides before circling around her navel and going back up along the other side. This motion continued for what felt like an eternity, driving the contestant mad. ‘Ahhh fuck! Turn it down…. TURN IT DOWN!’ the woman in black cried to herself. It did not turn down as Natalie now decided to try it on the taunt thin skin of her ribs.
Some in the crowd would have thought the trapped woman would be relieved that Leah had decided not to use any tools. Emilia knew otherwise, they were not currently as unfortunate enough to have their arms tied above their heads. She knew how evil Leah was. She screamed like a madwoman as Leah had decided that no tool could torture her as much as the slow tickles inflicted by her pointy nails. Everything became too much for the woman in black, the brushes on her feet, the squeeze of her thighs, the massager on her stomach and those nails in her pits. If she didn’t give up, she would end the day in a mental asylum. ‘Ahhhh! I can do this! Ahhhhhh no I can’t. Surely, I’ve done enough. I can’t take it!’ she thought as she took a deep breath.
“BLACKKKK! STOP! STOP! STOP! PLEASE LET ME OUT! BLACK!... Thank you…” she panted as her ticklers stopped, some phantom sensations still registering in her head. The crowd clapped at her effort, they themselves unsure on the time she had achieved. She got up off of the table as she was released, a small amount of energy saved purely to get her far away from that table. She looked at her friends, her friends who only mocked her predicament.
“Congratulations Emilia, what a good effort. Ticklers, please reset the table for our next contestant. Emilia, please head backstage to meet our colleague Betty who will look after you. Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome back Kara!”
As Emilia walked off stage, Kara walked on. Both looked at each other, neither said a word. They loved each other as friends, this whole thing had probably brought them closer, but at this very moment, they were sheer enemies. This was the only person which could get them out of this torment. Betty kept an eager eye on both, ready to pounce if either tried anything funny to escape. Jess and Sarah watched as Kara hopped onto the table and was tied down in the same position Emilia had just been. The screens now showing an arial shot of her body, shining in sweat from the campervan. Emilia entered the campervan followed by Betty who, closed the door after her. Handing the contestant the headphones, Betty asked her what music she wanted to listen to. Emilia asked for classical music, much to Betty’s amusement at the complete contrast in tastes. Emilia didn’t have the energy to explain that a doctor had once told her that classical music helps with anxiety. She certainly hoped it would.
“Ok guys, look… I had a think whilst I was in that campervan. I’m sorry for all the swearing and names I’ve called you in the last few rounds, it was just my way of dealing with the tickling. Please just start of easy on MEEEEEEEE AHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Kara had started off in a voice of calmness. That calmness was soon shattered as the game begun. The four ticklers had started how they had with Emilia, digging in with no mercy. At her armpits, Leah’s nails had begun once again by tracing along her upper arms and swirling along her triceps. Leah pinched at her biceps before diving straight into the pits, poking at the flesh. She had decided that they were not at soft as her previous victim, but the sweat allowed for her nails to scribble with ease. After a while of spidering her nails around in the centre of the two hollows, she started to dig her fingers into the flesh between Kara’s boobs and her pits, knowing how bad this was before. Even within the screaming, this added a little more desperation.
People watching the screens would have seen Natalie also begin by digging her nails deep into Kara’s torso. She was in search of that six-pack which her friends had assured the ticklers was there somewhere. The deeper she went, the more the flesh twitched and squirmed. She flicked a nail or two inside of Kara’s bellybutton to remind her contestant that she hadn’t forgot about that little spot, before clawing back into the main section of the stretched tummy. She also gave Kara’s ribs a fair share of finger wriggling as well. Nat then remembered something which she had forgot to do with Emilia and felt that she needed to make up for it, it would still be a fair enough competition anyways. Nat took a deep breath and then lowered her head and blew out as hard as she could against Kara’s tummy. She was lucky that Kara was chained up otherwise she wouldn’t have seen the light of tomorrow.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKING HELL! NOT THAT! NOT THAT! NO NOT AGAIN! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Kara pleaded as Jess cheered Natalie on, not giving a care in the world that it could have been her.
Further down, Megan was continuing to squeeze the two kneecaps in front of her, pinching at the thin layer of skin that offered no protection to the knees. She moved her nails up Kara’s thighs and settled on scribbling her nails on her inner thighs before digging into the crotch. As with before, a small wet patch had developed in Kara’s shorts. With the soles of her feet facing towards the crowd and her legs spread apart, this patch was now visible for the crowd to see. Any embarrassment that Kara had from this was not a reason for the contest to stop, if anything it suggested for Natalie to keep on going. Her hands slipped underneath the white fabric of Kara’s shorts to get some direct contact with her groin, regrettably to Kara, one of the only places actually covered by the thin material. Natalie continued to dig her fingers into the warm skin.
Whilst many in the crowd watched the screen to get a view of Kara’s entire body, many were fixated at the two bare soles facing them, toetied in each corner of the table. Georgia was certainly fixated as she dragged her nails up and down the woman’s arches. Georgia was happy for two reasons, firstly that she wasn’t in Kara’s position and more importantly, that it was her who was the cause of the most desperate pleading and begging. She couldn’t wait to introduce Kara to some of her so-called toys. Georgia added in an extra rendition of the little piggies’ song. The feet in front of her were bigger than Emilia’s and so Georgia had decided that she needed to sing it three times as by the time she had gotten to the last toe on the first rendition, she had forgotten the lyrics. Each rendition, she paid special attention to a different toe to keep Kara on edge. Even after the third rendition, Kara’s toes still got special attention from the manicured nails. Kara’s cries to be released from the toeties were likely being picked up on satellites in orbit at this point. That didn’t stop Georgia, heck, if she gives up soon then she’ll have to get used to it for several more hours.
“PLEEEEEASSSSE! PLEEEEASSSE! I HATE ITTTT. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I FUCKING HATE ITTTTTT! SOMEONE CALLED THE HAHAHAHAHAHA… POLICEEEEE!” Kara screamed, hoping that some sympathetic woman in the crowd would come to the rescue. None did, the women with the most ticklish feet continued to watch, some happy to see the torture, others too scared to get involved in case they were dragged away into a set of stocks.
Emilia sat in silence listening to the orchestra perform. She questioned the advice that her doctor had given, no matter how hard she listened, her nervousness continued to increase. Whereas seconds felt like minutes when she was on the table, minutes now felt like seconds whilst she waited for Kara. Sweat continued to drip down her head, as she didn’t get an opportunity to cool down between her torture ending and going into the campervan. No matter how much she tried to wipe the sweat from her face, more formed and flowed out of her pours. This only increased her anxiousness. She really hated how it made her look. Then she saw Betty reach over and lift up one of the headphones.
“You do know that this won’t help you at all, don’t you? Your friend was just as sweaty, heck I am, it is bloody hot in here. The faster your friend gives up, the faster we’re both out of it. Trust me, as I said to her, you do not want to be the Grand Loser. If you are… well, you end up a lot sweatier than this with all that torture!”
“You… You… You…”
“I… I… I… spit it out, I won’t bite sweety.”
“You’ve been tickled in those stocks before?”
“Of course I have, we all have. Georgia hates her armpits being tickled, Meg her feet, Nat on her sides. And Leah… well I’ve seen her begging and screaming more than once. Anyway, I probably shouldn’t have said that… Headphones! NOW!” Betty ordered, reminiscing about previous events.
Many in the crowd now needed headphones as the time had come to also give Kara a taste of some more tickle tools. The screaming reached a deafening level. The cursing could have been reported as death threats to the police. At her underarms, Leah had decided to introduce a firm feather into one armpit whilst she continued to dig her fingers into the flesh of the other. The feather swirled around, first clockwise and then anticlockwise. It swirled and swirled before Leah decided to gently drag it up Kara’s bicep. The two contrasting sensations were driving her mad. Leah had to get a new feather before switching pits, the first feather now soaked in sweat, so it had lost its effect. She continued to do the same on the other armpit, her free hand now gliding along Kara’s other bicep before frantically scribbling away inside the hollow. No matter how hard she tugged at the wrist cuffs, nothing budged.
“Come on, give up now Kara. You know you can’t take it. You’ll never be able to beat Emilia’s time… Just say it… White… White and then all this torment stops for a few minutes” Leah teased her.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA FUCK YOU LEAH! FUCKING BITCHES!”
“That’s not very nice, is it?” Natalie added.
Natalie heard Kara’s cries during the torso round before and she knew something that made Kara melt. Natalie’s tickle toy of choice was a fluffy feather. A fluffy feather that was now swirling around like a tornado inside of Kara’s bellybutton. It twisted and turned inside of her navel, its soft plume hitting every single atom of skin as Natalie constantly switched its direction. The feather left her navel and made a few journeys along the top of her shorts and across her tummy before Nat decided to ramp it up. Kara’s eyes shot open as she was also given a taste of the physio gun. Natalie mocked her screams as the massager vibrated across the skin of her tummy, circling around her bellybutton. Natalie had told Kara that this was only the medium setting and that if she lost, she would get a taste of the full power of it. Kara did not want that as the vibrations now reached up to the skin just underneath her ribs. Her laughter continued as it made contact with her first rib, far worse than the sensation of 10 fingers.
Megan had adopted the same tactics she had used with Emilia as firm feathers glided over the exposed skin in front of her. The slow tracing across Kara’s inner thighs was the only pleasurable thing that she was feeling. That pleasure ended as the feathers went lower down her legs and began swirling across the skin under her knees. ‘FUCK YOU! OOOHHHH GOOODDDD! Please Megan… PLEASE go back to the thighs with it!’ she thought. Megan’s feathers made one last trip up Kara’s legs and along the top of her shorts before Megan decided to once again ramp up the torture by digging her fingers into her thighs.
Whilst the six hands of Leah, Megan and Natalie were dangerous, the true torture was at the hands of Georgia, the crowd getting a perfect view of the treatment on the soles directly facing them. Kara’s toes had been on the receiving end at first as Georgia once again used a pair of feathers to explore the sensitive skin in between each of Kara’s toes. Kara cursed as the toe ties held each one spread apart to expose that sensitive skin that was being targeted. Many women in the crowd cringed at the thought of their feet being tied up and feathers fluttering between their toes. Thankfully for them, their feet were on the ground and protected by a variety of footwear. Kara now wished that she could be back in her boots, the thick leather would have been perfect protection against those feathers. Georgia had other ideas however, soon the feathers were replaced with something that Kara may have reported to police as a weapon rather than a toy. Her screams broke the sound barrier as a hundred plastic bristles made contact with both of her arches. Her thrashing became so extreme that Leah became concerned that the table might break. Kara hadn’t had a taste of the brushes as her feet were off-limit during the previous punishment, but now, Georgia was making sure that she had her fair dose of them. They scrubbed up and down her arches in random patterns, circled around her heels and scratched at the pads of her feet near her toes. Kara despised it, the plastic bristles were far more intense than the soft touches of a feather. They were much bigger than the feathers, covering more of Kara’s feet in tickling sensations. They scrubbed and scrubbed whilst Kara thrashed and thrashed, she couldn’t bare them. ‘AHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUCCKKK! FUCK! FUCK! NOOOO… COME ONE KARA! COME ON! JUST LAST A BIT LONGER…. OH GOD, OH GOD, I HATE THEM, I HATE THEM’ she pleaded to herself to not give up, knowing full well that otherwise there would be a few more hours with the tormenting bristles.
“GEORGIA, I HATE IT! I HATE ITTTTTT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA…. ARGHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. EVERYONE JUST STOP.”
Eventually the sensations became too unbearable for Kara as Georgia continued to increase the speed of her brushing, ensuring that no part of the soles in front of her were left out. Kara screamed and pleaded for it to stop but she knew there was only one way to make that happen. Her brain was in battle with her heart. Her heart telling her to give up, to end the torment. Her brain telling her to carry on, every second was precious in the battle between black and white. Her heart won, and Kara only hoped that she would not need to meet those hairbrushes once again.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH NOOOOOOOOOO! WAIT….. WAIT…. WHITE! STOP! STOP!” she screamed, not entirely sure how her vocal cords had not already shattered.
“There we have it folks, well done Kara! What do we think, has Kara done what it takes to earn her freedom, or will she be our entertainment for the rest of the day?” the announcer asked. The crowd shouted out their thoughts, some saying that she had and some that she hadn’t. Kara studied the crowd, making a mental note of those women who suggested she had lost. She pictured herself with those women, their bare feet locked in the stocks with their toes tied, as Kara herself ran brushes up their soles, ignorant to their cries for mercy. Following Kara’s release from the table, she was led back into the campervan behind stage. Leah went back up to the microphone to once again address the crowd.
“There we have it folks, the end of Round 2! Thank you for watching so far. Now, now, the times for both girls will be announced soon but whilst Kara is having a short rest, we have a little detour from the main event to bring to you. If you watched yesterday’s events, we asked people to come and speak with us about nominations for a special prize. Well, you guys certainly did and so we had a hard decision of choosing the 5 people who we thought deserved the prize most, and luckily for them, their friends or partners have made sure that they are here in the audience today. Huray! If I read out your name and age, please make your way onto the stage.” Leah explained. “Ok so the first one is a Miss Millie Jenson, age 22.” A young girl hesitantly made her way to the bottom of the stage’s steps before stopping. “Come on Millie, no need to be shy. Ok everyone, I’ll explain… I’ll explain. To celebrate your nomination, you will each be given the chance to choose a special someone to tickle torture in a set of stocks. So come on, head up onto stage.” Leah reassured the girl. Millie walked up onto the centre of the stage, as staff members wheeled five sets of stocks, identical to those the four friends were originally locked in.
“Right so here is Millie. So, our second nominee is a Miss Amy Smith, age 18…. Mrs Lydia Humphries, age 43… Ms Katherine O’Neill, age 50… and our final nominee is a Mrs Emily Jones, age 32. Give our five winners a round of applause.” Leah finished. Five women now stood on-stage, all wearing clothes fit for the hot weather from crop tops and short shorts to tank tops and mini-shorts. All of them looked eager to choose their victim for their special reward, signing the contract that they had been given to confirm their eagerness. That was until Leah ordered her staff members to pounce on the girls. In a matter of seconds, any struggling was quickly squashed, and all five women were locked into a set of stocks, their footwear removed, their toes tied to the frame, a belt across their hips, and their arms locked high above their heads. Sarah noticed that Emily was one of the women that had been interviewed before.
“Ok, ok…. So, I may have told a little white lie… these women were all nominated and won our recognition… but… their prize isn’t to tickle someone else, it is to be tickled, hooray!” To the protests of all the now bound women, Leah explained that it was all in the contracts they just eagerly signed. Leah made her way down the line of women.
“So, let’s see, Millie Jenson, we were told that you ran an around an obstacle course an incredible 25 times for charity. Wow. So, to thank you for your noble efforts, you will get 25 minutes of fun tickle-time!” Millie squirmed in her chair, desperately trying to escape.
“Next, we have Amy Smith. Now Amy, your mother told us that you two enjoyed our show so much yesterday. Is that correct, did you enjoy us torturing ticklish girls? So, for everyone in the crowd, Amy turned 18 the other week. Happy birthday! Our birthday present to you is 18 minutes.” Amy cried and pleaded to be released, crying out to replace her with her mother as a birthday gift instead.
“And here we have Lydia Humphries. Now Lydia is a receptionist, and her manager and husband came together to tell us how hard she has been working recently. In fact, she has been working so hard that her manager only had 41 minutes outside of meetings last Friday. So, to thank her for her hard work, she will get 41 minutes of torture to consider her scheduling skills” Lydia sat silently in shock, 41 minutes of insanity. Leah moved onto the next woman.
“Get me out of these fucking stocks now! I will NOT be tickled like those stupid girls before.” The 50-year-old women commanded.
“This is Katherine O’Neill everyone. And yes… she will be tickled. In fact, Katherine is a project manager, and her 49 staff members told us that she has worked so hard on a project recently that she deserves some recognition for her efforts in managing her team. Katherine… I will make sure that my girlies know to ensure that those 49 minutes are hell.” Leah looked at her in a sinister manner.
“Ok last but not least we have Emily Jones. Now Emily has recently won a very special reward according to her husband. Emily is a teacher, and she has recently won Teacher of the Year at her school. Everyone give her a clap. Now Emily, I can imagine how hard it must be to be a teacher, never mind the best teacher. 82 students who voted for you certainly think so. To celebrate this, we’re giving you a whopping 82 minutes of laughter!” Emily pleaded, thrashing around in her bondage and screaming that it isn’t fair. This joined the begging of the four other women.
“There we have it fairgoers, five special women who are getting five special rewards. Now I do have to make this a bit more merciful on them, boohoo I know. Each woman will be allowed to choose one off-limits area which will not be tickled. Girls, I will go down the line and I want you to tell me the one spot. If I hear any pleading or begging I will add 10 minutes onto your times.” The screens above the stocks turned on to indicate each woman’s remaining time. Millie chose her feet, Amy her sides, Lydia selected her underarms, and Katherine angrily nominated her feet. Emily looked and told Leah everywhere. She couldn’t stand being tickled anywhere, her body now exposed and vulnerable in her tight crop-top and shorts, certainly not appropriate for a teacher.
“Well, everyone, Emily has chosen ‘EVERYWHERE’. Emily did you watch Round 1 before?... Yes, you did, good. Do you remember what I said to Kara and Emilia about what would happen if they didn’t choose? That would mean that they automatically have their nose as off-limits” Leah stated.
“OK! OK! SORRY! I’ll choose my ……” Emily responded before being interrupted.
“Sorry Miss Teacher, it’s nose. I made the decision for you. You know for Teacher of the Year I thought you would be good at decision-making!” Leah clarified. “Now, I may have told another white lie, the contract which was signed by these women doesn’t actually mention a safe word… My five special women, thank you for telling us your most ticklish spots, we’ll make sure to pay special attention to them. Girls, wheel them off to the Tent of Laughter!”
The five women were wheeled off as Emilia and Kara re-entered the stage to the crowd’s cheers, both very happy to get out of the heat trap that was the campervan. Both were not however happy to see to two new chairs which awaited them. The two chairs looked almost like an elongated dentist chair. At the top of the chair there were two cuffs that would hold their arms high above their heads, only allowing for a small amount of arm movement. At the hips was once again a belt, both girls now knowing how much that also stopped any wriggling around. The bottom of the seat would cause for their legs to be slightly spread apart, an individual stock with toeties in each corner to hold their feet. Their upper bodies would be positioned on in a diagonal position, their bodies pointing up at a 45’ angle. Their legs positioned horizontally so that the soles of their feet directly faced the crowd, and their tied toes pointing upwards. Both girls already despised it before even getting into them. Both friends hesitantly complied when asked to take a seat, anxiousness consuming them as staff members locked them in place. Emilia cringed as she was asked to lift her arms up. She tugged at the wrist cuffs to see how much leeway she had and gulped when she realised that she could only move them a bit. Her elbows could touch the sides of her head but nothing she did could lower her arms to protect her pits. Kara cringed likewise as her toes were tied back up at each stock having only had a few minutes of freedom. The toes were spread out once again, ripe and vulnerable to attack from a range of nails and feathers. Neither girl had spoken much when they were both in the campervan, but both knew that the next few moments would change their afternoon, one for the better, and one for the worse. Leah told the crowd that there was one more surprise for the girls as they felt a thick black blindfold cover their eyes in complete darkness. Neither could see a single ounce of anything, just an endless void. Emilia sat in silence, dread overtaking her entire body. Kara couldn’t take it, the constant bondage bad enough to make her feel out of control, the blindfold only intensifying it. Over the ambient noise of the crowd, both girls heard a shuffle at the microphone before Leah spoke again.
“Fellow tickle torture enthusiasts, with that little intermission of the main event, I happily now bring you the result of Round 2.” The crowd once again erupting in cheers. “I have to say, this is one of the closest we have ever seen! So, what happens next you might be thinking, I’ll explain. The two girlies here cannot see a thing and are stuck in these wonderful chairs, all your favourite tickle spots on them exposed and ripe for tickles. Me, Meg, Nat and Georgia will position ourselves around both contestants. The winner of Round 2 will feel their cuffs released, free to escape the torment. The loser however… well I’m sure they know what they will feel. We have changed our mind on the Tent of Laughter, instead, the loser will remain on stage here for everyone to enjoy the ticklish spectacle. The winner along with Sarah and Jess will be invited to remain on stage to assist us in making the loser remember just how much they have failed. This punishment will continue all through the remainder of the day, but we will give them several breaks along the way… we’re not evil…. And so, without further a-do, I’ll hand the microphone to my friend Julia to begin the countdown”
“Thanks Leah, ok once again, let’s do a countdown everyone! Ten… Nine… Eight… Seven… Six… Five… Four… Three… Two… One…” The friends tensed, both hoping for the feeling of their bondage being undone. They felt nothing.
“Oh, don’t be daft… maybe we are evil… There won’t be a countdown, let’s keep the two remaining contestants waiting for their result.” Julia continued.
The teasing had driven both girls mad, both internally begging for something to happen. Kara was in deep internal panic, this new chair felt worse than any of the others. The only upside she had had in previous rounds was that she could watch her ticklers and prepare, albeit poorly, for the start of the sensations. Well, maybe not for her feet. This blindfold stopped that, no matter who much she tried to shake her head to at least move it an inch to see something apart from total darkness. ‘NO! NO! NO! PLEASE! LET ME OUT! I can’t take this… oh this is bad, very bad… the feet are killers, but I didn’t realise how bad the rest of my body was… I very much would have punched Sarah at the suggestion if I had known… SHIT!... Breath Kara… I was definitely on that bloody table for far longer than Em was… I know it… I know it… I’ve won…. I’ve FUCKING WON…’
Emilia’s thoughts echoed those of Kara’s. ‘That’s it, deep breaths… deep breaths…. Oh god this blindfold is bad! Fuck why didn’t I just wait a few more seconds… it would have been that stupid bitch Sarah in this seat…Oh god…. Right, think…. I was sat in that campervan for far less time than I was tickled for… I have won!... I’m so sorry Kara!’ she reassured herself. Kara continued her thoughts, hoping that the more she said it, the more it would become true. ‘I’VE WON… I’VE WON… I’VE FUCKING WON… Have that you three bitches I bet you all thought I’d lose… hahaha… I’ll be taking some of your prize money to Sarah… I’ve won…’
Both girls continued to lay there in complete darkness, entailed in their thoughts. Kara began to panic as she felt someone near her feet, her previous thoughts now collapsing in like an avalanche. Her panic turned to screams of begging and pleading, as the only response she got was one of evil laughs from behind her. Laughs from someone ready to pounce on her upper body. Emilia was relieved. The sounds of Kara’s pleas and begging for mercy all but confirmed her thoughts, she was sat in that campervan for less time. Emilia felt a pair of hands on her wrist cuffs, beginning their work to release her.
Then one of the women felt a set of sharp nails trace down their soles…
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This one is a longer one, I’m still trying to get used to story lengths on here. The next part hopefully won’t be too far behind, much of it was actually the first parts that I planned out. Once again, any feedback is appreciated.
So who do we think lasted that little bit extra to earn their freedom?
Part 1a: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/summer-fair-nightmare-part-1a.448699/
Part 1b: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/summer-fair-nightmare-part-1b.448785/
Part 2a: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/summer-fair-nightmare-part-2a.448988/
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Summer Fair Nightmare (Part 2b)
Leah smiles at the two contestants, ushering Kara to follow a staff member to the campervan and Emilia to hop up onto the table. Kara was far more willing to follow instructions than Emilia.
“Oh, by the way, don’t either of you think of trying to escape and run away. We will catch you… And when we do, that will be an automatic forfeit of the game. You have both been warned.” She threated playfully.
“Em, I wish you the worst of luck. I hope they absolutely tickle the shit out of you.” Kara told her friend as she began to walk backstage.
“Fuck you! Fuck off!” was the response. Kara’s little mind game had rattled Emilia. She knew that she needed to hold out and she wasn’t sure if going first was the better option. Leah had said it would allow her to set the winning time but deep down she felt it would be agony sitting in that campervan and waiting for Kara to finish. The table looked scary as well. Emilia was instructed to lie down on her back as Megan began to spread her legs to each side of the table and locked each foot into a miniature stock at the two bottom corners. Megan then proceeded to tie each of her toes apart, something that Emilia was not pleased about after having them free on the Y-frame previously. Natalie had strapped a tight leather belt across her hips, very much restricting any wriggling. Georgia had the honour of grabbing both of her arms and lifting them up to the top corners of the table. Emilia felt helpless, she knew she wouldn’t last long in this position, and she just hoped that Kara would last even less.
“Before we start, lets get some live interviews from our amazing crowd!” Leah announced, making her was over to Sarah and Jess first.
“I have to say, both have done better than I thought so far. I’m going for Em to win though, she seems to be holding it together a bit better than Kara. I can’t wait to get my hands back on Kara. Will I be allowed to use the brushes on her feet?” Jess asked. Many in the crowd cheered in agreement
“Of course, our tickle toys will be available for any tickler to use. You’ll love her scream with those brushes on her feet. Trust me… they tickle. And you Sarah?”
“Well, I actually think that Kara will win. She is certainly a Scream Queen. I have already changed her nickname on my messenger to that. But… I think she is more determined than Emilia. I don’t know, either way I am more than ready to do the deed and tickle the shit out of either of them” Sarah put in her opinion. Once again, many in the crowd agreed, seemingly split on who the loser will be.
“Great, thank you friends for those opinions. Let’s ask some in the front row”. Leah went down to the edge of the stage and lay down, moving along the crowd, eager to join in.
“Hi, I’m Emily, I’m not sure who it will be. All I have to say is that I would hate to be on that table right now. I am extremely ticklish, like everywhere. God knows why these two would have agreed to be tickled. If you need an extra tickler, let me know!” a woman of a similar age to the four friends stated.
“Hi, I’m Julie what a great show it has been so far. I really hope it’s Kara who loses. I think I’ve seen her at my local gym so I’m going with her. She deserves it as well with all that swearing that she has shouted out.”
Meanwhile, Kara had sat down in the campervan backstage. A staff member, Betty, handed her a set of chunky headphones and explained that they’ll play her music to block out any sounds. Kara obliged and put them on as Betty asked her what music she wanted.
“Heavy metal. Something about death!”
“Oh… ok” Betty responded, taken aback by the response.
“Oh, don’t worry, I’m not thinking about your death, just my friends’.” Kara reassured her. ‘Yeah, and Leah, Georgia, Natalie and Megan’s deaths as well!’.
Betty turned the music on, just about loud enough so that she could hear it before offering Kara a glass of water. She then went back to scrolling on her phone whilst Kara daydreamed about death. This made her angrier and angrier and combined with the unbearable humidity of the campervan, she was becoming irritable. She tried to look around for a clock, but the campervan was void of any indications, the windows positioned the wrong way to see through the gap in the curtains and onto the stage. All she could do was wait and wish that Emilia caved at the first touch. ‘Surely all four of them are going to just go for her armpits! It might be my go before this song is over!’ she half hoped.
Back on stage, the ticklers had positioned themselves around the woman in black. Georgia had adopted her feet, Megan her legs, Natalie her stomach and Leah at the head of the table ready to get a go at her underarms. In the all-body rounds, the ticklers always used the same tactic when they started. That was to dive straight in and torture each spot, none of this gentle build up tickling one spot at a time. That was too merciful. Every once in a while, a contestant would be caught so off-guard by this tactic that they surrendered almost immediately. Once again, there was no countdown. There was however a roar from the crowd, and a scream which even Kara may have heard.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA….. EEEEKKKKK HEHEHEHEHEHE” Emilia screamed, the sensations all across her body shooting up her nervous system. Georgia had begun by slowly dragging her claws up and down the two arches in front of her, Megan squeezed her kneecaps, Natalie goosed her sides, and Leah wriggled her own talons across the shaved pits. It was torture and this position left her extremely vulnerable. Even her own thoughts had downgraded to pure laughter. ‘HAHAHAHAHA…. NO! COME ON! COME ON!.... OHH GOOOODDDD! I CAN’T TAKE THIS! I CAN’T TAKE THIS! Oh god!... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…’
“That’s it Em, give us a good laugh!” Sarah shouted.
Emilia had managed to survive the ticklers’ initial onslaughts, but nobody was in the mood to slow down. At her feet, Georgia had once again decided to have a sing-song, scratching her nail against each little piggy as she moved along each foot. She noted how Emilia’s feet were much smaller than Kara’s, but this wasn’t an issue, Georgia was an expert at tormenting feet big and small, just as she was doing now. Once she had finished on the toes, she finished the song of by frantically scribbling her nails all the way down Emilia’s pale arches before scratching again at her heels. She decided that she liked the song, repeating the whole process once again, much to her victim’s dismay.
Megan had begun by squeezing the two kneecaps in front of her, loving how no matter how much Emilia tried to free her legs, they were stretched out too much to escape the nails. She moved on, her nails now focusing on the soft stretched skin under Emilia’s knees. Megan knew just how sensitive this area was, it was never anyone’s most ticklish spot but was extremely irritating. She continued to wriggle her fingers there, joining in with Georgia’s little song on its encore. As the torment on her feet increased, Megan moved up to the woman’s thighs, pinching her inner thighs right into the muscle, eliciting more screams.
Further up her body, Natalie had cupped her hands on each of Emilia’s sides. Her spread-eagle nature only allowed for a small bit of wriggling. Nat decided to have some fun to highlight her ticklee’s helplessness. She squeezed and poked Emilia’s right side and as expected, the contestant had squirmed to the left to escape her fingers. This only led her straight into Natalie’s other hand, ready to pounce. This continued for a while before Natalie slowly spidered her fingers up the sides and into the ribs, paying special attention the chunks of flesh in between each one.
Leah was having fun. Emilia was not. Leah knew Emilia’s weakness and had started off by slowly tracing her talons from the elbows and along her biceps, never quite entering the warm skin of the underarm. This continued for a few laps of her biceps and just when Emilia had started to become accustomed to the sensation, rather than Leah’s nails heading back up to her elbows they instead continued down into her pits and began to scribble around on the mounds of flesh. The effect was soul-destroying. Leah knew that this was contributing far more to the screams than that of the other three tormenters.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. PLEASE, EVERYONE PLEASE JUST STOP I CAN’T TAKE THIS AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” the ticklee screamed. She begged and pleaded, swallowing her pride and shyness. It was too much.
“There’s only one way this ends sweety.” Leah reminded her. Sarah and Jess began to chant the word black. Emilia wanted to give up, yet she knew the risk, and knew the horror that awaited her if she didn’t build up enough time.
“BLACK! BLACK! BLACK!” her friends chanted. Leah had decided that it was the right time for the ticklers to ramp up the torment.
Kara nodded her head along to the music, fully emersed in the drums and guitars. She didn’t know how long it had been but sweat now poured down her as the campervan felt like a furnace. She looked at Betty, who had plonked her feet across the chairs and next to Kara. The same smiley face socks that all the staff wore. Kara took off the headphones, Betty still scrolling through her phone
“Jesus! It’s hot in here can we open a window.” She asked.
“Hey! You can’t take your headphones off!”
“Oh, come on, I’ll put them back on in a sec, it’s roasting! Besides, this thing is soundproof I can’t hear a think in here.”
“Sorry we can’t open the window, you would hear then wouldn’t you! Now headphones back on.”
“Ok, ok, one last question? Have you ever been tickled in one of these before?” she asked Betty
“Me? Oh yeah, I lost a contest at another fair a few years ago. Hours of my bare feet being punished. I haven’t seen you guys on stage today but trust me you do not want to be a Grand Loser. It is a nightmare. Headphones, now…”
The campervan was soundproof, but it was fortunate that Kara had just about put her headphones on when the torturers ramped up their game. The scream which was emitted by Emilia could have shattered glasses if she was nearer to a microphone. Her ticklers had introduced tickle toys.
Emilia wondered what she had done in life to deserve this level of torture. She had always been the ‘good girl’ of the group, she followed the rules, she was well-mannered, she was kind to everyone, she was always happy to help. Somewhere, a God had clearly decided that wasn’t good enough and had sentenced her to this. At her feet, Georgia had initially started by using two firm feathers on the toes of each foot. She would insert the feather in between each one and then drag it out, the individual bristles gliding against the soft skin. She repeated this several times before moving on to her main event as Emilia felt the dreaded hairbrushes against both feet again. Georgia had slowly dragged them once down the full length of each foot as a warning before rapidly beginning to scrub, paying special attention to the arches. She was careful not to scrub to hard, so she didn’t hurt her plaything. Emilia couldn’t tale it, 10 nails on her soles were deathly, 20 were torture, but hundreds of firm, plastic bristles were the seventh level of hell.
“AHHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOOOOOPPPPPP!”
Megan had also reunited the contestant’s thighs with the firm feathers as she fluttered them along the exposed skin. Within the deep hellhole that she was stuck in, this was the one sensation that she could tolerate. The higher the feathers travelled up her thighs, the more she decided she could tolerate it and so she tried desperately to zone in on the little tickly sensations moving towards her crotch. As time ticked on, Megan then decided to move use on hand to lift the hem of her shorts and then slowly trace the feathers along her hips and the line of her underwear. Megan did this several times before placing both feathers inside of the sports shorts with the tips pointing out at Emilia’s waist. Digging her fingers back into Emilia’s inner thighs, the feathers than added an extra touch as she squirmed around.
On her torso, Natalie had opted skip the feathers. This was supposed to be tickle torture after all. Instead, she decided to use a new toy as she planted a physio gun straight into her ticklee’s tummy. It was only on a medium setting, but the rapid vibrations rippled across Emilia’s stomach. Natalie moved in clockwise motions starting just below the bra and moving along one of Em’s sides before circling around her navel and going back up along the other side. This motion continued for what felt like an eternity, driving the contestant mad. ‘Ahhh fuck! Turn it down…. TURN IT DOWN!’ the woman in black cried to herself. It did not turn down as Natalie now decided to try it on the taunt thin skin of her ribs.
Some in the crowd would have thought the trapped woman would be relieved that Leah had decided not to use any tools. Emilia knew otherwise, they were not currently as unfortunate enough to have their arms tied above their heads. She knew how evil Leah was. She screamed like a madwoman as Leah had decided that no tool could torture her as much as the slow tickles inflicted by her pointy nails. Everything became too much for the woman in black, the brushes on her feet, the squeeze of her thighs, the massager on her stomach and those nails in her pits. If she didn’t give up, she would end the day in a mental asylum. ‘Ahhhh! I can do this! Ahhhhhh no I can’t. Surely, I’ve done enough. I can’t take it!’ she thought as she took a deep breath.
“BLACKKKK! STOP! STOP! STOP! PLEASE LET ME OUT! BLACK!... Thank you…” she panted as her ticklers stopped, some phantom sensations still registering in her head. The crowd clapped at her effort, they themselves unsure on the time she had achieved. She got up off of the table as she was released, a small amount of energy saved purely to get her far away from that table. She looked at her friends, her friends who only mocked her predicament.
“Congratulations Emilia, what a good effort. Ticklers, please reset the table for our next contestant. Emilia, please head backstage to meet our colleague Betty who will look after you. Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome back Kara!”
As Emilia walked off stage, Kara walked on. Both looked at each other, neither said a word. They loved each other as friends, this whole thing had probably brought them closer, but at this very moment, they were sheer enemies. This was the only person which could get them out of this torment. Betty kept an eager eye on both, ready to pounce if either tried anything funny to escape. Jess and Sarah watched as Kara hopped onto the table and was tied down in the same position Emilia had just been. The screens now showing an arial shot of her body, shining in sweat from the campervan. Emilia entered the campervan followed by Betty who, closed the door after her. Handing the contestant the headphones, Betty asked her what music she wanted to listen to. Emilia asked for classical music, much to Betty’s amusement at the complete contrast in tastes. Emilia didn’t have the energy to explain that a doctor had once told her that classical music helps with anxiety. She certainly hoped it would.
“Ok guys, look… I had a think whilst I was in that campervan. I’m sorry for all the swearing and names I’ve called you in the last few rounds, it was just my way of dealing with the tickling. Please just start of easy on MEEEEEEEE AHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Kara had started off in a voice of calmness. That calmness was soon shattered as the game begun. The four ticklers had started how they had with Emilia, digging in with no mercy. At her armpits, Leah’s nails had begun once again by tracing along her upper arms and swirling along her triceps. Leah pinched at her biceps before diving straight into the pits, poking at the flesh. She had decided that they were not at soft as her previous victim, but the sweat allowed for her nails to scribble with ease. After a while of spidering her nails around in the centre of the two hollows, she started to dig her fingers into the flesh between Kara’s boobs and her pits, knowing how bad this was before. Even within the screaming, this added a little more desperation.
People watching the screens would have seen Natalie also begin by digging her nails deep into Kara’s torso. She was in search of that six-pack which her friends had assured the ticklers was there somewhere. The deeper she went, the more the flesh twitched and squirmed. She flicked a nail or two inside of Kara’s bellybutton to remind her contestant that she hadn’t forgot about that little spot, before clawing back into the main section of the stretched tummy. She also gave Kara’s ribs a fair share of finger wriggling as well. Nat then remembered something which she had forgot to do with Emilia and felt that she needed to make up for it, it would still be a fair enough competition anyways. Nat took a deep breath and then lowered her head and blew out as hard as she could against Kara’s tummy. She was lucky that Kara was chained up otherwise she wouldn’t have seen the light of tomorrow.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKING HELL! NOT THAT! NOT THAT! NO NOT AGAIN! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Kara pleaded as Jess cheered Natalie on, not giving a care in the world that it could have been her.
Further down, Megan was continuing to squeeze the two kneecaps in front of her, pinching at the thin layer of skin that offered no protection to the knees. She moved her nails up Kara’s thighs and settled on scribbling her nails on her inner thighs before digging into the crotch. As with before, a small wet patch had developed in Kara’s shorts. With the soles of her feet facing towards the crowd and her legs spread apart, this patch was now visible for the crowd to see. Any embarrassment that Kara had from this was not a reason for the contest to stop, if anything it suggested for Natalie to keep on going. Her hands slipped underneath the white fabric of Kara’s shorts to get some direct contact with her groin, regrettably to Kara, one of the only places actually covered by the thin material. Natalie continued to dig her fingers into the warm skin.
Whilst many in the crowd watched the screen to get a view of Kara’s entire body, many were fixated at the two bare soles facing them, toetied in each corner of the table. Georgia was certainly fixated as she dragged her nails up and down the woman’s arches. Georgia was happy for two reasons, firstly that she wasn’t in Kara’s position and more importantly, that it was her who was the cause of the most desperate pleading and begging. She couldn’t wait to introduce Kara to some of her so-called toys. Georgia added in an extra rendition of the little piggies’ song. The feet in front of her were bigger than Emilia’s and so Georgia had decided that she needed to sing it three times as by the time she had gotten to the last toe on the first rendition, she had forgotten the lyrics. Each rendition, she paid special attention to a different toe to keep Kara on edge. Even after the third rendition, Kara’s toes still got special attention from the manicured nails. Kara’s cries to be released from the toeties were likely being picked up on satellites in orbit at this point. That didn’t stop Georgia, heck, if she gives up soon then she’ll have to get used to it for several more hours.
“PLEEEEEASSSSE! PLEEEEASSSE! I HATE ITTTT. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I FUCKING HATE ITTTTTT! SOMEONE CALLED THE HAHAHAHAHAHA… POLICEEEEE!” Kara screamed, hoping that some sympathetic woman in the crowd would come to the rescue. None did, the women with the most ticklish feet continued to watch, some happy to see the torture, others too scared to get involved in case they were dragged away into a set of stocks.
Emilia sat in silence listening to the orchestra perform. She questioned the advice that her doctor had given, no matter how hard she listened, her nervousness continued to increase. Whereas seconds felt like minutes when she was on the table, minutes now felt like seconds whilst she waited for Kara. Sweat continued to drip down her head, as she didn’t get an opportunity to cool down between her torture ending and going into the campervan. No matter how much she tried to wipe the sweat from her face, more formed and flowed out of her pours. This only increased her anxiousness. She really hated how it made her look. Then she saw Betty reach over and lift up one of the headphones.
“You do know that this won’t help you at all, don’t you? Your friend was just as sweaty, heck I am, it is bloody hot in here. The faster your friend gives up, the faster we’re both out of it. Trust me, as I said to her, you do not want to be the Grand Loser. If you are… well, you end up a lot sweatier than this with all that torture!”
“You… You… You…”
“I… I… I… spit it out, I won’t bite sweety.”
“You’ve been tickled in those stocks before?”
“Of course I have, we all have. Georgia hates her armpits being tickled, Meg her feet, Nat on her sides. And Leah… well I’ve seen her begging and screaming more than once. Anyway, I probably shouldn’t have said that… Headphones! NOW!” Betty ordered, reminiscing about previous events.
Many in the crowd now needed headphones as the time had come to also give Kara a taste of some more tickle tools. The screaming reached a deafening level. The cursing could have been reported as death threats to the police. At her underarms, Leah had decided to introduce a firm feather into one armpit whilst she continued to dig her fingers into the flesh of the other. The feather swirled around, first clockwise and then anticlockwise. It swirled and swirled before Leah decided to gently drag it up Kara’s bicep. The two contrasting sensations were driving her mad. Leah had to get a new feather before switching pits, the first feather now soaked in sweat, so it had lost its effect. She continued to do the same on the other armpit, her free hand now gliding along Kara’s other bicep before frantically scribbling away inside the hollow. No matter how hard she tugged at the wrist cuffs, nothing budged.
“Come on, give up now Kara. You know you can’t take it. You’ll never be able to beat Emilia’s time… Just say it… White… White and then all this torment stops for a few minutes” Leah teased her.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA FUCK YOU LEAH! FUCKING BITCHES!”
“That’s not very nice, is it?” Natalie added.
Natalie heard Kara’s cries during the torso round before and she knew something that made Kara melt. Natalie’s tickle toy of choice was a fluffy feather. A fluffy feather that was now swirling around like a tornado inside of Kara’s bellybutton. It twisted and turned inside of her navel, its soft plume hitting every single atom of skin as Natalie constantly switched its direction. The feather left her navel and made a few journeys along the top of her shorts and across her tummy before Nat decided to ramp it up. Kara’s eyes shot open as she was also given a taste of the physio gun. Natalie mocked her screams as the massager vibrated across the skin of her tummy, circling around her bellybutton. Natalie had told Kara that this was only the medium setting and that if she lost, she would get a taste of the full power of it. Kara did not want that as the vibrations now reached up to the skin just underneath her ribs. Her laughter continued as it made contact with her first rib, far worse than the sensation of 10 fingers.
Megan had adopted the same tactics she had used with Emilia as firm feathers glided over the exposed skin in front of her. The slow tracing across Kara’s inner thighs was the only pleasurable thing that she was feeling. That pleasure ended as the feathers went lower down her legs and began swirling across the skin under her knees. ‘FUCK YOU! OOOHHHH GOOODDDD! Please Megan… PLEASE go back to the thighs with it!’ she thought. Megan’s feathers made one last trip up Kara’s legs and along the top of her shorts before Megan decided to once again ramp up the torture by digging her fingers into her thighs.
Whilst the six hands of Leah, Megan and Natalie were dangerous, the true torture was at the hands of Georgia, the crowd getting a perfect view of the treatment on the soles directly facing them. Kara’s toes had been on the receiving end at first as Georgia once again used a pair of feathers to explore the sensitive skin in between each of Kara’s toes. Kara cursed as the toe ties held each one spread apart to expose that sensitive skin that was being targeted. Many women in the crowd cringed at the thought of their feet being tied up and feathers fluttering between their toes. Thankfully for them, their feet were on the ground and protected by a variety of footwear. Kara now wished that she could be back in her boots, the thick leather would have been perfect protection against those feathers. Georgia had other ideas however, soon the feathers were replaced with something that Kara may have reported to police as a weapon rather than a toy. Her screams broke the sound barrier as a hundred plastic bristles made contact with both of her arches. Her thrashing became so extreme that Leah became concerned that the table might break. Kara hadn’t had a taste of the brushes as her feet were off-limit during the previous punishment, but now, Georgia was making sure that she had her fair dose of them. They scrubbed up and down her arches in random patterns, circled around her heels and scratched at the pads of her feet near her toes. Kara despised it, the plastic bristles were far more intense than the soft touches of a feather. They were much bigger than the feathers, covering more of Kara’s feet in tickling sensations. They scrubbed and scrubbed whilst Kara thrashed and thrashed, she couldn’t bare them. ‘AHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUCCKKK! FUCK! FUCK! NOOOO… COME ONE KARA! COME ON! JUST LAST A BIT LONGER…. OH GOD, OH GOD, I HATE THEM, I HATE THEM’ she pleaded to herself to not give up, knowing full well that otherwise there would be a few more hours with the tormenting bristles.
“GEORGIA, I HATE IT! I HATE ITTTTTT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA…. ARGHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. EVERYONE JUST STOP.”
Eventually the sensations became too unbearable for Kara as Georgia continued to increase the speed of her brushing, ensuring that no part of the soles in front of her were left out. Kara screamed and pleaded for it to stop but she knew there was only one way to make that happen. Her brain was in battle with her heart. Her heart telling her to give up, to end the torment. Her brain telling her to carry on, every second was precious in the battle between black and white. Her heart won, and Kara only hoped that she would not need to meet those hairbrushes once again.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH NOOOOOOOOOO! WAIT….. WAIT…. WHITE! STOP! STOP!” she screamed, not entirely sure how her vocal cords had not already shattered.
“There we have it folks, well done Kara! What do we think, has Kara done what it takes to earn her freedom, or will she be our entertainment for the rest of the day?” the announcer asked. The crowd shouted out their thoughts, some saying that she had and some that she hadn’t. Kara studied the crowd, making a mental note of those women who suggested she had lost. She pictured herself with those women, their bare feet locked in the stocks with their toes tied, as Kara herself ran brushes up their soles, ignorant to their cries for mercy. Following Kara’s release from the table, she was led back into the campervan behind stage. Leah went back up to the microphone to once again address the crowd.
“There we have it folks, the end of Round 2! Thank you for watching so far. Now, now, the times for both girls will be announced soon but whilst Kara is having a short rest, we have a little detour from the main event to bring to you. If you watched yesterday’s events, we asked people to come and speak with us about nominations for a special prize. Well, you guys certainly did and so we had a hard decision of choosing the 5 people who we thought deserved the prize most, and luckily for them, their friends or partners have made sure that they are here in the audience today. Huray! If I read out your name and age, please make your way onto the stage.” Leah explained. “Ok so the first one is a Miss Millie Jenson, age 22.” A young girl hesitantly made her way to the bottom of the stage’s steps before stopping. “Come on Millie, no need to be shy. Ok everyone, I’ll explain… I’ll explain. To celebrate your nomination, you will each be given the chance to choose a special someone to tickle torture in a set of stocks. So come on, head up onto stage.” Leah reassured the girl. Millie walked up onto the centre of the stage, as staff members wheeled five sets of stocks, identical to those the four friends were originally locked in.
“Right so here is Millie. So, our second nominee is a Miss Amy Smith, age 18…. Mrs Lydia Humphries, age 43… Ms Katherine O’Neill, age 50… and our final nominee is a Mrs Emily Jones, age 32. Give our five winners a round of applause.” Leah finished. Five women now stood on-stage, all wearing clothes fit for the hot weather from crop tops and short shorts to tank tops and mini-shorts. All of them looked eager to choose their victim for their special reward, signing the contract that they had been given to confirm their eagerness. That was until Leah ordered her staff members to pounce on the girls. In a matter of seconds, any struggling was quickly squashed, and all five women were locked into a set of stocks, their footwear removed, their toes tied to the frame, a belt across their hips, and their arms locked high above their heads. Sarah noticed that Emily was one of the women that had been interviewed before.
“Ok, ok…. So, I may have told a little white lie… these women were all nominated and won our recognition… but… their prize isn’t to tickle someone else, it is to be tickled, hooray!” To the protests of all the now bound women, Leah explained that it was all in the contracts they just eagerly signed. Leah made her way down the line of women.
“So, let’s see, Millie Jenson, we were told that you ran an around an obstacle course an incredible 25 times for charity. Wow. So, to thank you for your noble efforts, you will get 25 minutes of fun tickle-time!” Millie squirmed in her chair, desperately trying to escape.
“Next, we have Amy Smith. Now Amy, your mother told us that you two enjoyed our show so much yesterday. Is that correct, did you enjoy us torturing ticklish girls? So, for everyone in the crowd, Amy turned 18 the other week. Happy birthday! Our birthday present to you is 18 minutes.” Amy cried and pleaded to be released, crying out to replace her with her mother as a birthday gift instead.
“And here we have Lydia Humphries. Now Lydia is a receptionist, and her manager and husband came together to tell us how hard she has been working recently. In fact, she has been working so hard that her manager only had 41 minutes outside of meetings last Friday. So, to thank her for her hard work, she will get 41 minutes of torture to consider her scheduling skills” Lydia sat silently in shock, 41 minutes of insanity. Leah moved onto the next woman.
“Get me out of these fucking stocks now! I will NOT be tickled like those stupid girls before.” The 50-year-old women commanded.
“This is Katherine O’Neill everyone. And yes… she will be tickled. In fact, Katherine is a project manager, and her 49 staff members told us that she has worked so hard on a project recently that she deserves some recognition for her efforts in managing her team. Katherine… I will make sure that my girlies know to ensure that those 49 minutes are hell.” Leah looked at her in a sinister manner.
“Ok last but not least we have Emily Jones. Now Emily has recently won a very special reward according to her husband. Emily is a teacher, and she has recently won Teacher of the Year at her school. Everyone give her a clap. Now Emily, I can imagine how hard it must be to be a teacher, never mind the best teacher. 82 students who voted for you certainly think so. To celebrate this, we’re giving you a whopping 82 minutes of laughter!” Emily pleaded, thrashing around in her bondage and screaming that it isn’t fair. This joined the begging of the four other women.
“There we have it fairgoers, five special women who are getting five special rewards. Now I do have to make this a bit more merciful on them, boohoo I know. Each woman will be allowed to choose one off-limits area which will not be tickled. Girls, I will go down the line and I want you to tell me the one spot. If I hear any pleading or begging I will add 10 minutes onto your times.” The screens above the stocks turned on to indicate each woman’s remaining time. Millie chose her feet, Amy her sides, Lydia selected her underarms, and Katherine angrily nominated her feet. Emily looked and told Leah everywhere. She couldn’t stand being tickled anywhere, her body now exposed and vulnerable in her tight crop-top and shorts, certainly not appropriate for a teacher.
“Well, everyone, Emily has chosen ‘EVERYWHERE’. Emily did you watch Round 1 before?... Yes, you did, good. Do you remember what I said to Kara and Emilia about what would happen if they didn’t choose? That would mean that they automatically have their nose as off-limits” Leah stated.
“OK! OK! SORRY! I’ll choose my ……” Emily responded before being interrupted.
“Sorry Miss Teacher, it’s nose. I made the decision for you. You know for Teacher of the Year I thought you would be good at decision-making!” Leah clarified. “Now, I may have told another white lie, the contract which was signed by these women doesn’t actually mention a safe word… My five special women, thank you for telling us your most ticklish spots, we’ll make sure to pay special attention to them. Girls, wheel them off to the Tent of Laughter!”
The five women were wheeled off as Emilia and Kara re-entered the stage to the crowd’s cheers, both very happy to get out of the heat trap that was the campervan. Both were not however happy to see to two new chairs which awaited them. The two chairs looked almost like an elongated dentist chair. At the top of the chair there were two cuffs that would hold their arms high above their heads, only allowing for a small amount of arm movement. At the hips was once again a belt, both girls now knowing how much that also stopped any wriggling around. The bottom of the seat would cause for their legs to be slightly spread apart, an individual stock with toeties in each corner to hold their feet. Their upper bodies would be positioned on in a diagonal position, their bodies pointing up at a 45’ angle. Their legs positioned horizontally so that the soles of their feet directly faced the crowd, and their tied toes pointing upwards. Both girls already despised it before even getting into them. Both friends hesitantly complied when asked to take a seat, anxiousness consuming them as staff members locked them in place. Emilia cringed as she was asked to lift her arms up. She tugged at the wrist cuffs to see how much leeway she had and gulped when she realised that she could only move them a bit. Her elbows could touch the sides of her head but nothing she did could lower her arms to protect her pits. Kara cringed likewise as her toes were tied back up at each stock having only had a few minutes of freedom. The toes were spread out once again, ripe and vulnerable to attack from a range of nails and feathers. Neither girl had spoken much when they were both in the campervan, but both knew that the next few moments would change their afternoon, one for the better, and one for the worse. Leah told the crowd that there was one more surprise for the girls as they felt a thick black blindfold cover their eyes in complete darkness. Neither could see a single ounce of anything, just an endless void. Emilia sat in silence, dread overtaking her entire body. Kara couldn’t take it, the constant bondage bad enough to make her feel out of control, the blindfold only intensifying it. Over the ambient noise of the crowd, both girls heard a shuffle at the microphone before Leah spoke again.
“Fellow tickle torture enthusiasts, with that little intermission of the main event, I happily now bring you the result of Round 2.” The crowd once again erupting in cheers. “I have to say, this is one of the closest we have ever seen! So, what happens next you might be thinking, I’ll explain. The two girlies here cannot see a thing and are stuck in these wonderful chairs, all your favourite tickle spots on them exposed and ripe for tickles. Me, Meg, Nat and Georgia will position ourselves around both contestants. The winner of Round 2 will feel their cuffs released, free to escape the torment. The loser however… well I’m sure they know what they will feel. We have changed our mind on the Tent of Laughter, instead, the loser will remain on stage here for everyone to enjoy the ticklish spectacle. The winner along with Sarah and Jess will be invited to remain on stage to assist us in making the loser remember just how much they have failed. This punishment will continue all through the remainder of the day, but we will give them several breaks along the way… we’re not evil…. And so, without further a-do, I’ll hand the microphone to my friend Julia to begin the countdown”
“Thanks Leah, ok once again, let’s do a countdown everyone! Ten… Nine… Eight… Seven… Six… Five… Four… Three… Two… One…” The friends tensed, both hoping for the feeling of their bondage being undone. They felt nothing.
“Oh, don’t be daft… maybe we are evil… There won’t be a countdown, let’s keep the two remaining contestants waiting for their result.” Julia continued.
The teasing had driven both girls mad, both internally begging for something to happen. Kara was in deep internal panic, this new chair felt worse than any of the others. The only upside she had had in previous rounds was that she could watch her ticklers and prepare, albeit poorly, for the start of the sensations. Well, maybe not for her feet. This blindfold stopped that, no matter who much she tried to shake her head to at least move it an inch to see something apart from total darkness. ‘NO! NO! NO! PLEASE! LET ME OUT! I can’t take this… oh this is bad, very bad… the feet are killers, but I didn’t realise how bad the rest of my body was… I very much would have punched Sarah at the suggestion if I had known… SHIT!... Breath Kara… I was definitely on that bloody table for far longer than Em was… I know it… I know it… I’ve won…. I’ve FUCKING WON…’
Emilia’s thoughts echoed those of Kara’s. ‘That’s it, deep breaths… deep breaths…. Oh god this blindfold is bad! Fuck why didn’t I just wait a few more seconds… it would have been that stupid bitch Sarah in this seat…Oh god…. Right, think…. I was sat in that campervan for far less time than I was tickled for… I have won!... I’m so sorry Kara!’ she reassured herself. Kara continued her thoughts, hoping that the more she said it, the more it would become true. ‘I’VE WON… I’VE WON… I’VE FUCKING WON… Have that you three bitches I bet you all thought I’d lose… hahaha… I’ll be taking some of your prize money to Sarah… I’ve won…’
Both girls continued to lay there in complete darkness, entailed in their thoughts. Kara began to panic as she felt someone near her feet, her previous thoughts now collapsing in like an avalanche. Her panic turned to screams of begging and pleading, as the only response she got was one of evil laughs from behind her. Laughs from someone ready to pounce on her upper body. Emilia was relieved. The sounds of Kara’s pleas and begging for mercy all but confirmed her thoughts, she was sat in that campervan for less time. Emilia felt a pair of hands on her wrist cuffs, beginning their work to release her.
Then one of the women felt a set of sharp nails trace down their soles…
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This one is a longer one, I’m still trying to get used to story lengths on here. The next part hopefully won’t be too far behind, much of it was actually the first parts that I planned out. Once again, any feedback is appreciated.
So who do we think lasted that little bit extra to earn their freedom?
This is a fine series. 
