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Hi again everyone, here is the first section of Part 3. This will be the final part of the story and focuses on one person being tickled. This one is a long section but Part 3b is likely to be smaller, more of a finale and outro type thing. I haven't really put any times in it so feel free to think of each section of it for as long as you want it to last. Once again, I hope you enjoy. Took a bit longer than the others, added some extra things following feedback.
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/
Part 2b: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/summer-fair-nightmare-part-2b.449135/
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That was it, that was all it took. A single trace of nails down a pair of arches. That was all it took to seal the fate of two women. One woman’s fate of freedom and one woman’s fate of horror. The crowd roared at the sight in front of them, the two friends already free of the stocks gasped and then laughed. Their laughter joined in with that of the woman whose torment had just begun.
‘No, No, No! This can’t be happening!’ the woman thought. The suspense had forced her to shut her eyes as she awaited her fate but as soon as she felt Leah’s horrendous talons scrape against her arches, they bulged wide open to a sea of darkness under her blindfold. That darkness didn’t stop the woman from knowing one thing, those nails were certainly Leah’s. She screamed as the tickling started, hoping that it was a joke to trick the actual loser and it would soon stop. It wasn’t a joke and that scream soon developed into desperate laughter. The two contestants had distinct reactions to tickling which the crowd now knew, Kara’s was that of screaming and pleading whilst Emilia’s was that of girlish giggles and squeals. The crowd was now about to get well acquainted with one of these laughs far more. As for the other woman, the moment couldn’t have been anymore different as that laughter signalled their victory. A second voice then joined in with the laughter.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, there we have it… the end of today’s main contest… The 4 Endurers Challenge. As you can see, and well… hear, our Grand Loser how now be crowned and their punishment has started. As Leah said, it was extremely close today. The winner lasted for 3:17 minutes and our loser lasted for 3:13 minutes, those four seconds sealing their fate for the rest of today. As you can see, our winning contestant is now being released, and I’ll get a few words from. Can we please give a big round of applause to our third winner…. Kara!”
Kara’s pleading had stopped when she felt the cuffs holding her arms up being opened, and Emilia’s laughter began to fill the air. She lowered her arms and removed her blindfold to see Natalie untying her toes and unlocking the stocks. Her hatred for Natalie before was now replaced with love. Kara had thought about running far away before getting in that chair, but she knew that Jess, Sarah and a hundred others would have stopped her and that would be a forfeit. Now, the decision to stay was even better. She looked over to her friend who was now fully immersed in a torturous nightmare, laughing and pleading with her torturer whilst squirming as much as the chair would allow her. She desperately pulled at the stocks to try and free her feet to no avail. ‘HOLY FUCKING HELL… I can’t believe I actually won! HAHA. Poor Em, this chair is far more vulnerable than those stocks! Actually no, not poor Em, thank God it is Em and not me.’ Kara thought as the announcer beckoned her over.
“Well congratulations Kara, you’re free. As promised, here is your cash prize for winning Round 2. How are you feeling?”
“I can’t believe it… honestly, I thought I was a goner. It would have been a death sentence for me to lose that. And trust me, all you women out there in the crowd, consider yourselves lucky that it’s not you in there, it’s absolutely torture.”
“So, Kara, now you have won you’re welcome to go backstage if you don’t want to join in on as you call it… the torture. There’s a shower to freshen up and put your normal clothes back on. I imagine you’ll be happy to see those boots again.”
“Oh no, I’m good for now thanks. Trust me, I said it was torture to be tickled in one of those seats, but… as you can see, I’m not in one. I’ve earnt my chance to tickle my dearest Emilia!” the crowd cheered at Kara’s response.
“HAHA! I know a sadist when I see one, well, enjoy your reward along with Sarah and Jess. That’s it today folks on our main stage, although for a small donation you can enter the Tent of Laughter and join in on our punishment of other losers from today, or… maybe you’re brave enough to join in on some of the minigames we have in there. Anyway, stop again tomorrow for another main event where 12 women will take on the Battle of Two.”
Emilia was in hell. Nothing she did was working to free her from the dammed chair. Whilst Kara was on the table, she had been able to physically recover from her ordeal but mentally she was exhausted, unable now to have the mental ability to try and think of something else to block out the sensations. Every single ticklish sensation now shot up directly to her unprotected brain. She cursed herself; she wanted to run away when it was Kara’s turn before. Deep down though, she knew that she stayed because she wanted to get a go on Kara. She thought Kara had lost, that was her big mistake, she should have ran to the hills. Giggly laughter poured out of her mouth as Leah’s sharp nails continued to slowly trace across her soles, scraping at her heels before following the lines of her arches all the way up to her tied toes. What Emilia’s blindfold was concealing, much to the delight of everyone else including Kara, was Georgia kneeling behind the chair with her nails ready to pounce on Emilia’s exposed armpits. She thought she was in hell, that was until she felt a second pair of hands slowly scribble across her underarms, now glistening in a layer of sweat.
“HAHAHAHA AHHHHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO PLEASE! PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
“As you can see, Leah and Georgia are slowly tracing across her feet and armpits now. Each woman reacts differently to tickling, some find the fast scribbling worse, some find slow teasing touches worse, unfortunately for our loser, the ticklers are experts at working out which one it is…. Sarah, Jess…. Do you want to move your seats closer to us here for a better view, Leah can teach you three some tips before you all get a go if you want”
“Of course we do!” they said in unison like telepathic twins.
“Ok folks, we’re going to say goodbye to Megan and Natalie now as they are needed in the Tent of Laughter. Give them a clap for their hard work today”
At her feet, Leah’s nails once again began to tease the gaps between each toe, her captive unable to scrunch her toes together for protection. Leah loved the girlish laughter that was being emitted, finding the bound woman to be a beauty which she wished she could keep forever, hers to torment whenever she wanted to. Further north, Georgia was having an equal amount of fun, the soft underarms she was tormenting were now even softer and easier to tickle as the layer of sweat allowed for her nails to glide across them with ease. Emilia squeezed her arms against the side of her head as hard as she could, but it was futile, the cuffs held them high, her pits open and vulnerable for whatever torment Georgia could think of. Her friends looked on at her, thrashing around like a madwoman. They had never seen their friend laugh this loud for this long, it was usually a small giggle before the blushing woman would cover her mouth. Nor had they ever heard her beg and plead but they would all agree that the sight in front of them was hot.
With her three friends sat down around her, Georgia and Leah lessened the torment, Leah slowly scribbling at her heels and Georgia working on her biceps. This caused for the laughter to return to giggles. Leah decided it was time to break her, usually they did this later into the torment but the opportunity with this beautiful woman in front of her was too much to resist. She grabbed a microphone and placed it nearby so the crowd could fully hear the conversation.
“You know Emmy Ems, I have been speaking with your friends today and they have told me that you didn’t think you were very ticklish anymore before the contest. Well…. I think you have been lying to us, haven’t you?” Leah asked.
“Coochie coochie coooo. Well, are you? If you admit it, we’ll reward you!” Georgia added as she scribbled down the biceps.
“Hehehehehe argghh pfft hehehe… Ok! OK! I’ll admit it… I’m still a bit ticklish… I haven’t grown out of it. Eeeek, heheheh… please just stop!” Em admitted.
“Good girl, did everyone hear… we have a ticklish little thing stuck in our chair. Now for your reward…” Leah teased.
“Ok, please just stop! EEEEKKKK WAIT! WAIT! NOOOOO YOU SAID A REWARD” she screamed as Georgia slipped her hands back into the armpits.
“Well, of course there’s a reward… more tickles!” Georgia clarified. Sarah, Jess and Leah watched on, amused by their friend’s situation.
Georgia continued to spider her fingers across the skin of each hollow, picking up her speed before slowing right down and gradually picking it up again. She scribbled in a random pattern to always keep Emilia on edge, only heightening her torment. Her nails were perfect for the job, sharp and pointy but not too sharp to cause any injury as her prisoner squirmed and moved her arms as much as she could. Georgia loved it, she knew the underarms were a weak spot for many people and were often overlooked compared to other spots. As she endlessly wriggled around inside of the pits, she daydreamed about the other woman who she had previously tied up and died of shock when their pits were touched, unaware of the sensitivity. She knew she had hit the jackpot with this woman, she seemed to be extra sensitive, and these exposed underarms were some of the most sensitive she had ever seen.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GEORGIA! NOOOOOOOO! PLEASE STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” the begging continued.
Leah had stuck with the feet in front of her, her nails now slowly tracing every wrinkle on each arch, much to the dismay of the loser. She could tell that Emilia cared for her whole body even if she had spent half the day blushing. Leah admitted that it was a pattern she had notice with all the woman in this friendship group, their skin seemed perfect for tickling and this pair of soles was no different. She watched as the toes tied to scrunch together whilst her nails dug into each wrinkle line like they were deep in a ravine. Once she got to the end of one, she would turn around and trace back up it before hopping over to the next line but on this one, she would not trace back up it and instead move onto another. Once she had mapped out the lines of the arches, she decided to give Emilia a surprise and began to frantically wriggle her nails across the milky soles in random patterns. The friends cringed at the sight in front of them, all glad that they were not stuck in the chair.
Leah and Georgia then stopped and decided to give her feet and armpits a rest, allowing for Emilia to refill her lungs with some much need oxygen. They waited for a few seconds before diving back in. Screams once again filled the air as Leah dug into her kneecaps and Georgia began spidering her fingers over the ribs. Emilia was slightly relieved as her two worst spots her given a break, although this relief was only slight as the tickling continued elsewhere. Emilia and many in the crowd thought that the ticklers were being merciful, but Leah and Georgia knew better. This was merely a break to allow for those spots to regain their sensitivity. If there was no such thing as becoming desensitised, Georgia and Leah would not hesitate to spend the rest of the day purely on these two spots.
Leah’s fingers cupped over each kneecap and dug in as deep as she could and goosing them for what her victim felt was over 100 times. Emilia squealed as her kneecaps were squeezed, she hated it, but her knees were now exposed and vulnerable. She would have given anything to have a thick set of jeans covering her legs. Leah’s fingers soon ventured upwards and traced along her inner thighs before squeezing the skin all the way up to the woman’s crotch. Georgia had now done several laps of Emilia’s ribcage and had decided to dig her fingers into Emilia’s tummy, wondering if maybe it was her who she could find a hidden six-pack on instead of Kara. Giggles and squeals continued to ring out, like music in her ticklers’ ears, a good indication that they were doing the right thing. Emilia’s hourglass figure offered no fat to protect her against Georgia’s nimble fingers as they continued to squeeze her sides. After what felt like hours to Emilia, the two finally stopped and gave her a much-needed break.
During the small break, Megan returned to the stage and spoke with Leah before returning to the Tent of Laughter. Leah addressed the crowd.
“Just to give you all an update on the five woman we rewarded before, Millie has now been released…. Boooo I know…. After her thanks for her charity effort. Amy has also been released after a birthday present to remember. Lydia has also had her reward although I have been told that she screamed as she was tickled almost as much as tickly Em here…. Now…. Katherine continued to curse and swear during her reward and so her boss and husband decided she needed a punishment as she wasn’t grateful for her reward… she’s still in there if anyone wants to see….. and finally, Emily the teacher…. Well, her husband has told us that she actually won Teacher of the Year last year as well with 67 votes, so we felt it was only fair to add this onto her reward…. Anyway, back to the main event”
Emilia wished that the break had been longer, her brain now too exhausted to work out how long it had been, she just felt sorry for every woman in that tent. Sympathy turned to fear as Leah invited her so-called friends to kneel around her. They didn’t waste their time following the instruction.
“Ok guys, here is the deal. You all take a turn tickling her spots and me and Georgia will give you tips… to help out of course, not to make it worse for your friend.”
“Guys, please don’t. I can’t do this”
“Sorry Ems, you lost! We didn’t, not our problem.” Jess reminded her.
“So, Jess you can go first. We’ll just use fingers for now”
Emilia’s giggles and screams started once again as Jess had her mentoring session. Georgia and Leah watched her as she started at Em’s feet. They told her exactly when to slow down or speed up, where to focus on, or if she had missed somewhere. Jess then moved to her legs, happy to squeeze at her knees. She took a particular interest in Emilia’s torso, happy to oblige when Georgia told her to squeeze deeper and deeper. Jess had found this a reward for all the times she had to lighten up a situation when her friend’s awkwardness in front of people had taken over. Leah watched on, still surprised about how a tickler always took the most delight in tickling the spot which was their own worst place. Jess had spent that much time poking at her torso that she only got a few minutes of armpit tickling before it was Sarah’s go.
Sarah dived in straight away and was all too happy to take Georgia’s suggestion to start at the feet as they hadn’t been tickled in a while. Sarah was so happy to start that she decided to frantically wriggle her nails around on the arches and smiled as the laughter started again. Georgia had to remind her that if she truly wanted to make her friend suffer, to add in some slow strokes. Sarah considered it payback for all the times that the four friends couldn’t go in a certain place on night outs if Em had panicked about how busy it was.
“Poor Ems, just think… if you had held out for a second longer against me… this could all have been different. I know I would be going mad if someone was doing this to me know.” The only response Sarah got was more laughter.
“Knees?” Georgia suggested.
“Oh well if it’s ok with you guys, I don’t mind skipping the knees, I’d like to stay here for just a bit longer!” Sarah asked.
“Ooooo my, my…. Ok then…. But don’t forget the toes.” Leah added.
Sarah spent a few more minutes before she moved around and began to spider her fingers over Emilia’s underarms. Sarah had decided that Jess had followed the routine of make her way across the body, so Sarah had decided to switch things up and go in a random order. She took all advice onboard about how to tickle better and eventually began to dig into the flesh between her friend’s breast and underarm. Sarah’s turn finally finished with a few tips of her fingers skipping from Em’s ribs down to her hips and back again.
Kara was extremely eager to start, assuring Leah and Georgia that she had been listening to their teachings when it was Jess and Sarah turns. She wanted to dive straight in, Emilia’s flesh like a magnet to her hands. ‘Let’s do this! I’ve earnt it more than those two…Sorry Em’ she motivated herself. She decided that a bit of teasing was fair enough.
“Ready Em, I’m already well-trained from watching the others, I can’t wait to get a go… I’m even going to get Leah and Georgia to teach me some master tickler techniques, none of that beginner’s stuff Jess and Sarah were doing” Kara told her friend, much to the amusement of everyone on stage and in the crowd. Well, everyone on stage apart from their victim.
“Kara…. Please…. Please, don’t do this. You know more than any of them how bad it is!” Emilia begged.
“Sorry Em, you lost. Annnnddd…. You made me get tickled far more than I wanted to so that I could win. Besides, the contract says the loser gets tickled for the rest of the day. You lost. Isn’t that right Leah?” Kara teased as her friend shuffled around anxiously.
“That’s correct! The only way that she gets out is if someone takes her place in the chair. I would tell you how long there is left but I wouldn’t want to spoil that for tickly Ems here. Maybe minutes… Maybe hours. So, Jess, Sarah… Kara… any of you want to save you friend?” Leah asked. The three friends all ensured Leah was aware they would not be swapping with Emilia. Leah then asked the crowd. Tumbleweed blew across the stage. Emilia began to plead again, so Kara reassured her.
“Don’t worry Ems, I’m only joking. You’re right, I certainly know that its torture. Tell you what, I’ll go easy on you I promise. I’ll even tell you where I’m going to tickle you… I would take your blindfold off but that wouldn’t be as fun. So, I’m sure the crowd are getting bored so let’s get started! I’ll start with your…. Your feet!”
Emilia relaxed slightly, the tickling was bad, but the blindfold stopped her from seeing. She couldn’t anticipate anything which only heightened the sensations. At this moment she liked Kara, Kara had told her where she would start so that was something anyway. Emilia prepared herself for the torment on her feet to continue. She squealed loudly as Kara began poking her sides.
“EEEEEKKKK AHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHA KAAARRRRAAAA NOOOO HAHAHAHA”
“Sorry Ems, you didn’t think I would let Jess and Sarah do worse than me did you. Coochie, Coochie, Coooooo!” Kara teased, much to the amusement of everyone watching her. Leah and Georgia certainly didn’t need to give her any tips as Kara moved up and had a go at the ribs.
“You’re almost as evil as me!” Leah joked to Kara. The crowd watched on in fascination as this tickler tormented her so-called friend, oblivious to the calls for mercy that could have well been her own. Kara shuffled to a new position and began to squeeze the two knees in front of her, determined to create as much suffering as possible. After a few squeezes of Emilia’s thighs, Kara gave her a quick break.
“KARA! PLEASE! I WOULDN’T HAVE DONE IT TO YOU IF I HAD WON!” Em pleaded.
“Now, now… I’ve met you parents and I’m sure they taught their goody two-shoes daughter not to lie. I was going to give you a longer break but I think this deserves a punishment!” Kara responded.
“I agree, it’s naughty to lie. Even my kids know that!” Sarah added.
“NO! NO! I’M SOR… HAHAHAHAHAHA” Emilia screamed as Kara’s fingers now explored her soles. Kara’s fingers explored every skin cell of the bound soles, remembering every single technique which drove her mad before and reenacting it as ruthlessly as possible. The crowd joined in as Kara began to sing a rendition of the little piggies’ song even though she had lost track of how many times it had been sung today.
Kara continued her torment of her friend’s feet for far too long for Emilia’s liking before Kara gave her another quick break. Emilia definitely thought that Leah was giving Kara more time than the other two. She would have done anything now to have an hour of Jess and Sarah tickling her than an hour of Georgia and Kara. Leah, well she didn’t want to feel those nails every again.
“Your time’s almost over Kara, make the most of it for now…” Georgia reminded her.
“Oh, don’t worry, I will! So, Ems….. I think your feet are your second most ticklish spot….. but…. Let’s finish on a bang ay!” Kara once again teased. Emilia squirmed around knowing exactly where Kara had meant. Her soul returned to hell as Kara’s nails dipped into her underarms and wriggled around, like with her feet, the nails felt like they were each trying to out-do each other to inflict the most horror.
“My, my… someone is very sweaty and very, very… very ticklish. What silly little ticklish girl would get themselves stuck in a chair like this… I know I wouldn’t” Kara’s teasing only added fuel to the already burning torment.
“I think that’s a borderline lie as well, Kara!” Jess teased to a threat of Kara pretending to poke her sides. Leah and Georgia had sat in silence as the show continued, enjoying it as much as the crowd. Kara certainly didn’t need any tips, even about teasing. They watched as Kara stopped tickling the armpits for a moment.
“Sooooo Ems…. Leah got you to admit that you’re still ticklish… buuuutttt… Now, you might be the clever one, but I think there’s more to this! I don’t just think you’re ticklish… I think you’re the most ticklish one out of the four of us, aren’t you?... I think you’re just a bit better at holding your screams in than me…”
“No… I’m ticklish ok, I’ve already said so…. Please Kara, just let me out!... I’m ticklish but not your level…” Em responded.
“Are you sure, I think that could be another lie… and I think your three friends might agree with me” Leah continued, remembering she actually had a show to run.
“Last chance Ems… otherwise….” Kara warned.
“OK! JUST STOP THE TEASING! YEAH, I’M VERY TICKLISH! I HATE IT, I WANT OUT! PLEASSSEE JUST STOP!” Emilia pleaded.
“Awwww, can sweety Ems not take a bit of tickling… I knew you were a silly tickly loser, I think you’re deathly ticklish. Actually… now that that’s out of the way… I think that we can get you screaming more than me!” Kara bet.
“I’ll accept that challenge!” Sarah said, much to the agreement of the other ticklers. The crowd loved it.
“NO, please guys… please… please.. eeeek hehehehe” Emilia’s giggles started to ring out once again as Kara’s nails slowly began to trace inside of Emilia’s armpits. Over the next few minutes, Kara ramped up her torment and Emilia’s begging continued. If someone had a sound meter, the screams may well have been louder than Kara’s. Leah eventually told Kara her time was over and that the loser needed a rest to recover as the crowd applauded the three tickler friends.
The rest was appreciated by Emilia, her lungs had been emptied by her friends and her mind had been broken. She wasn’t religious but she was asking any god what she had done to deserve this. Somewhere out there she felt there was a devil that wanted her to die from the torture so that she could be dragged tickle hell. That, or Leah and her staff were members of some sort of cult to a Goddess of Tickling. Her break had given her the chance to recover a bit, she had cooled down, filled her lungs and even some of the phantom fingers had gone. ‘Shit! What do I do… I’ll die if this doesn’t stop… Don’t plead! Don’t plead Emilia… it’s embarrassing!’ she thought to herself.
Her pleading soon rang out once again as Leah asked her friends what so-called toys they wanted to have a go with. Kara and Sarah had instantly chosen the hairbrushes before Jess could even open her mouth. Jess remembered and decided to go for the massage gun that had been used before. Georgia and Leah decided that they would use some feathers for some lighter torment whilst the friends went full-force.
“Kara, Sarah, here is a hairbrush each. One foot each but remember to be gentle. Don’t scrub too hard otherwise it will hurt. Jess, here’s the massage gun… I suggest you turn it up to maximum.” Leah advised the friends.
“Ok guys… give her hell!” Georgia shouted.
And with that, the next part of the torment started, and Emilia’s nightmare continued. She screamed as Kara and Sarah had pressed a hairbrush against each of her arches and began to brush around over the taunt skin. Leah had chosen the thighs to stroke her feathers across, making sure to keep an eye on Kara and Sarah in case they got too enthusiastic. The soft feathers explored every inch of her upper legs. Further up her body, the situation was just as bad. Emilia hadn’t experienced the massager on full power and now she questioned if it actually was a massager at all as Jess did not hesitate to push it into her torso and ribs and guide it across the skin. Georgia had decided to introduce two firm feathers into her armpits, the crowd may have seen this as an act of mercy, but Georgia knew too well what Leah likely had planned.
Time ticked by and the torment never stopped. Kara and Sarah had kept their brushes and cringed at the thought of their own arches undergoing this torment. That didn’t stop them though. Georgia had moved away from the armpits and was swirling a feather in Emilia’s navel as Jess used the gun on her ribs. The loser was taken by surprise as Georgia’s feather was removed, and she soon felt several hard raspberries in the centre of her tummy. This was another first for Emilia, with Natalie having forgot to do it on her before. She couldn’t say that it didn’t tickle, and her giggles were a sign for Georgia to continue. Leah had dropped the feathers and was making her way from kneecap to hips, squeezing and pinching every inch of skin available. She slipped her hands under the black shorts and had dug into Emilia’s hips before moving down and squeezing at the part of her skin where the upper thigh met her groin. Her hand accidentally glanced over the centre of Emilia’s shorts and Leah felt a small wet patch. Emilia wanted to die under the blindfold and wasn’t sure if Leah had done that on purpose or not.
The thirty-year-old woman was in a nightmare as hands and tools tickled her body, goosing her knees, squeezing her sides, counting her ribs and scraping along her arches. Suddenly everyone stopped. ‘Thank God, that’s the end. It has to be!’ she thought. Leah had motioned everyone to stop and without saying a word positioned herself in a new position. Rather than feeling the release of all of her cuffs, Emilia felt something warm and wet drag across the surface of her left armpit. The result was instantaneous.
“EEEEEEKKKKK FUCK! AHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
The constant squirming and heat of the summer afternoon had left her soft, moist hollows a sea of glistening sweat. Leah didn’t seem to mind as her face was now squashed up against the loser, her tongue now deep in the centre of the pit and licking the sweat up. ‘She tastes quite salty, and she smells amazing, I’ll have to ask her what shower products she uses’ Leah thought as she took a deep breath in before getting back to work. She used her right hand to help balance her and her free hand continued to goose Em’s side. She licked the skin of the hollow nearest to her bicep, only stopping to breathe.
“We’ll isn’t Miss Emmy a little sweaty tickle slave” Georgia teased. There was no response, Emilia was now deep in silent laughter. “What do you prefer in your armpits, a tongue or nails?”
“Neither! NEITHER! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE!” was the response. Kara, Sarah and Jess looked on at the scene.
“Well, I can’t say that when I first woke up this morning, I was expecting the day to have a stranger licking Em’s armpit.” Joked Jess.
“Don’t forget the other one” Kara smirked.
“Oh, don’t worry, we haven’t” Georgia responded and with an evil smile, she joined Leah as her face hugged against Emilia’s bicep and her tongue slowly teased its way up the arm all the way into the glistening hollow. Georgia licked as hard a Leah, their tongues licking up every single droplet of sweat that covered the moist flesh. Leah pushed her head that deep into Emilia’s underarm that she had to stop every so often for a deep breath. Leah loved the heat of the velvety skin warming up her face, armpit licking always got contestants and this was no different.
Both ticklers continued to like the wet skin of her armpits as her laugher remained silent. Nothing she did could free her arms and she was prepared to break her wrists if that meant escaping and being able to lower her arms. She decided that she would never wear a sleeveless top again and would certainly never lift her arms up again. Many in the crowd were shocked at the sight in front of them, many women covering their arms up whilst imagining the feeling of the tongues in their own pits. Many husbands and boyfriends watching on and making a note of yet another way to torment their own lover. The licking continued as the madwoman continued to thrash around, unaware that her attempts to squeeze her arms against her head only moved their tongues closer to her skin. ‘AHHHHHHH I am going to die! I’m dead! I’m in Hell. Fuck these… this AHHHHHHHH this should be a war crime’ Emilia thought. Unfortunately for her, she wasn’t dead, she was still stuck in her chair as punishment for her failings. Her list of war crimes continued.
The armpit licking continued for what Emilia felt was a lifetime before Leah and Georgia lifted their heads out of her pits. The friends watched on, noticing that they had licked so much that the skin still looked as moist as it had before.
“It looks like you’ve both missed a bit, both armpits still look wet!” Sarah chimed in, laughing as Emilia begged her to shut up.
“Oh, don’t worry, I can assure you it’s all licked up. She’ll get sweaty again though and I’m sure we can see if two of you can do a better job than us.” Leah reassured them.
“NO!.... NO! Let me out NOW!...... Please….I’m sorry…. Please just let me go.”
“Oh sunshine, your torment isn’t over, we’re all having so much fun, aren’t we?” Georgia responded, the crowd cheering in response.
“In fact…. We’re having so much fun that your friends are going to start tickling your legs and sides again.” Leah added.
And with that, the torment started again. Sarah and Jess adopted a section of her stomach each, goosing at her sides and poking her ribs. Kara slipped her hands into the black shorts and once again began to squeeze her friend’s crotch and upper thighs. The giggles started again as Emilia felt another strange sensation, her toeties were being undone. Any confusion was quickly answered when for the second time in a matter of minutes, Leah and Georgia’s mouths now tasted her skin. Georgia had begun to suck each of the toes on her left foot whilst Leah had begun by dragging her tongue across the arch of the right foot. It certainly wasn’t as bad as the hairbrushes on her feet or the licking of her pits, but she cringed at the feeling of the tongues exploring her feet.
Leah gave her arches a few more licks before joining in on the toes. Both tongues now swirled around each toe and before moving onto the next one, the swirled around in the skin between each. Sarah and Kara looked on in horror, they knew full well that they wouldn’t be able to take it as their eyes followed the movement of Leah and Georgia’s mouths. Annoyingly for Emilia, this never stopped either girl’s hands for their own tickling motions. Georgia made a point to make a popping noise on each toe before she moved onto the next. After a few minutes of the toe sucking and tickling, Leah told everyone to stop so that she could have a break.
“Ok folks, thanks for watching so far. Who enjoyed that tickling because I certainly did. We’re just going to give our loser a small break to get some of her energy back but don’t go anywhere… we still need to finish off big!” Leah addressed the crowd. She ran backstage and brought out a cold-water bottle to offer Emilia a drink and the bound woman certainly obliged.
“Wait, can you just pour some over my head please… to cool me down” Emilia asked politely, even under the blindfold she could tell her hair and face were all sweaty.
“I won’t sorry” Leah leaned in and whispered to her ear. Leah had to admire the girl’s politeness even after being tortured for this long. “I won’t because I have to admit that you look super fucking sexy now, shining in the sun. Sorry not sorry sweety” she continued. She wasn’t able to tell if the sudden redness of Emilia’s face was due to blushing or a sudden increase in the temperature. Either way, she had tickling to be getting back to.
“Hi again everyone, who’s ready to start again. I’m sure Kara, Jess and Sarah certainly are” Leah asked.
“Too right, so where are we tickling next?” Kara asked enthusiastically
“Well, this is the big send off but first, something a bit gentler. Follow my lead” Leah explained, whilst passing Georgia and the three friends feathers, some firm and some soft.
Emilia’s face scrunched up as ten feathers began to explore the skin. Feathers traced along her neck, tickled her nose and swirled around her eyes. It was light tickling, far from the intensity she had already experienced, but it was just enough to really irritate her. The only consolation that she had was that her head was the one part of her body that she could move and try to escape the tickles. No matter how much she flicked her head, the feathers zoned in like vultures to inflict more gentle sensations. ‘If only it was all this… I can take this… fuck I hate it!’ she thought. Sarah had begun to swirl a soft feather inside of her friend’s ear whilst using a firm one to trace along the side of her neck, whilst Jess did the same in her other ear. Georgia and Leah used firm feathers to tickle her chin and the front of her next, sometimes dragging their feathers all the way down to her chest. Kara was annoying Em the most, she wriggled two fluffy feathers across her nose as Em tried her best to avoid it.
“That woman Leah, one of those five you sent to the tent before… Did you choose her nose as her off-limit zone… what was her name… Emily?” Kara asked.
“Oh yeah, Emily she was the teacher. Yeah, last I heard she was going absolutely crazy and probably wasn’t far off begging for her nose to be tickled.” Leah responded. The ticklers all giggled at her comment but were taken off guard when Emilia sneezed, unable to cope with Kara’s feathers anymore.
“Bless you, so sunshine I think that’s enough rest for you don’t you think. Time to go back to the fun!” Leah assured everyone.
“NO! Please… please enough, I get it I lost”
Leah ignored her pleas and rushed backstage, returning moments later with a bottle of clear liquid. The friends were confused about it and began to ask Leah what it was; this only panicked their blindfolded friend who had to sit and wait for her new fate. Leah poured some of the liquid onto Georgia’s hands and then some onto her own. Leah began to rub the lotion all over the two bound soles in front of her whilst Georgia rubbed it all up the knees and thighs up to Emilia’s sport shorts. She then got some more of the liquid and rubbed it over Emilia’s tummy.
“This, oh this is baby oil. I think we’ve tortured her quite a bit haven’t we, it’s only fair that she gets a massage” Leah explained although what Emilia couldn’t see was Leah winking to her friends.
“Yeah, the oil really helps the skin, and it makes massages feel amazing.” Georgia added
“There is however one problem, I think her pits are a bit too wet now, the oil won’t work. Jess, Sarah, Kara…. anyone fancy helping us out?” Leah asked
“NO! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE…. FUCK YOU GUYS! I DON’T NEED MY UNDERARMS MASSAGED!”
“Haha, I’d love to help. Sorry Em but like Leah said, if I don’t help, they won’t be able to put any lotion on.” Kara volunteered.
“Perfect! There’s still on pit in need of help. Jess?”
“Urmm, I’m not sure. Sorry Em, I love you but I’m not sure I’m close enough to you to want to like lick you there.” Jess responded.
“Looks like I get a go, I loved it when she screamed at this before. It’s only a bit of skin.” Sarah added.
“Perfect, well go on then, there’s no time to waste. I don’t want to see a single drop of sweat on them so I can put the lotion on later… lick her until its gone, I don’t care how bad it tickles her. Me and Georgia will start to… massage her feet. Jess you can start to massage her sides.” Leah instructed, winking at everyone.
No matter how much Emilia begged for Kara and Sarah not to do it, nothing she said stopped her two supposed friends from burying their heads into her armpits. Their tongues started to swirl around across the flesh, hesitant at first, but soon finding a rhythm to send her into a ticklish agony. Kara was eager to inflict as much torture as possible on her mousy friend and explored every inch of the pit with her rough tongue. Sarah had been a bit more hesitant at first, she didn’t have the experience of Leah with licking armpits, but she soon decided that she wouldn’t let Kara have all the fun. Besides, she had raised children and seen far worse than the moist armpits of a friend she had known since childhood. Both took happiness in the fact that they were contributing greatly to the loser’s ticklish torment. Sarah licked on, making sure to tickle every inch of the soft, warm flesh. ‘I’m glad it isn’t Kara in this now, she would be trying her hardest to bite into me now… Em would never be that evil… I hope it tickles… badly’ Sarah thought.
“AHHHHHH AHAHAHAHAHAHA…. EEEEKKKKK. GUYS STOP!”
“Sorry Em! These armpits need a good licking. Be honest you would have done this if I had lost the round”
“NO! KARA! STOPPPPP HAHAHAHAHAHA. I WOULDN’T HAVE! I WOULDN’T. I PROMISEEEE HAHAHAHAHA”
“I don’t believe that for a second, tickly little Emmy” Kara responded.
“By the way Em, do you like shave every day, I still can’t believe how soft your skin is. If I didn’t have kids, maybe I could” Sarah added.
At her soles, Leah and Georgia were prepared to start her massage, or so Emilia had heard. With a final wink to Jess. Emilia was expecting a massage, what she got was the return of two plastic hairbrushes scrubbing her soles. Her screams became even more desperate as the plastic bristles tickled her arches. They had been bad before. This lotion only added to the sensations, allowing for her ticklers to scrub faster with less concern about hurting her. There was nothing she could do. All she could do was sit there, sit there whilst two hairbrushes covered every skin cell of her feet. Kara and Sarah had both stopped licking for a few seconds to see what the reaction was about, the sight that both saw terrified them and they soon quickly returned their heads to her armpits. Jess had begun her massage of Emilia’s sides, the oil likewise allowing her fingers to shoot around even faster.
Leah and Georgia scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed. Kara and Sarah licked and licked and licked. Jess had moved on to her thighs, once again squeezing as hard as she could against the soft skin. The screams and pleads died down and were replaced by exhaustive silent laughter.
Time ticked by, and the crowd’s enjoyment never ceasing as the minutes ticked on.
Eventually, Leah decided that it was at a point to finish on the main stage, they didn’t want to kill the girl anyway. She ordered everyone to stop and approached the microphone. Emilia gasped for air as Georgia offered her some more water.
“Well done guys, you’ve certainly licked them well! We’ll be able to put the oil over her underarms soon.”
“Oh goodie!” Kara and Sarah exclaimed.
“Thank you everyone who has stayed to watch the punishment of today’s Grand Loser. She’s certainly given us a show hasn’t she. Now, you may be asking… Leah isn’t there like over an hour left before the fair closes? Well yes there is but as always, the last part of their punishment is always off the main stage and in the terrifying…… Tent of Despair! So yeah, we’re going to wheel your poor contestant over there but if you want some more tickling action, there is still some minigames and punishments going on in the Tent of Laughter. I’ll hopefully see you all again tomorrow! Love you!” Leah addressed the crowd, some upset that the main event was over.
“That does not sound good… The Tent of Despair!... Well not good for you anyway Em!” Jess joked.
“Please… let me out… You’ve tickled me, I’ve regretted losing... just stop!”
The blindfolded woman felt the chairs locks being unclipped from the stage and soon she felt herself being rolled across the stage. Leah and Georgia rolled the chair and told her friends that they were welcome to join the two of them in the tent. Naturally, all three accepted.
Off the six women went, the four friends all now wondering what awaited in the Tent of Despair.
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So, there we have Part 3a, once again I hope you enjoyed it as it was a move away from different people being targeted. Any feedback is appreciated.
So, what do you think awaits our loser in the Tent of Despair.
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/
Part 2b: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/summer-fair-nightmare-part-2b.449135/
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Summer Fair Nightmare (Part 3a)
That was it, that was all it took. A single trace of nails down a pair of arches. That was all it took to seal the fate of two women. One woman’s fate of freedom and one woman’s fate of horror. The crowd roared at the sight in front of them, the two friends already free of the stocks gasped and then laughed. Their laughter joined in with that of the woman whose torment had just begun.
‘No, No, No! This can’t be happening!’ the woman thought. The suspense had forced her to shut her eyes as she awaited her fate but as soon as she felt Leah’s horrendous talons scrape against her arches, they bulged wide open to a sea of darkness under her blindfold. That darkness didn’t stop the woman from knowing one thing, those nails were certainly Leah’s. She screamed as the tickling started, hoping that it was a joke to trick the actual loser and it would soon stop. It wasn’t a joke and that scream soon developed into desperate laughter. The two contestants had distinct reactions to tickling which the crowd now knew, Kara’s was that of screaming and pleading whilst Emilia’s was that of girlish giggles and squeals. The crowd was now about to get well acquainted with one of these laughs far more. As for the other woman, the moment couldn’t have been anymore different as that laughter signalled their victory. A second voice then joined in with the laughter.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, there we have it… the end of today’s main contest… The 4 Endurers Challenge. As you can see, and well… hear, our Grand Loser how now be crowned and their punishment has started. As Leah said, it was extremely close today. The winner lasted for 3:17 minutes and our loser lasted for 3:13 minutes, those four seconds sealing their fate for the rest of today. As you can see, our winning contestant is now being released, and I’ll get a few words from. Can we please give a big round of applause to our third winner…. Kara!”
Kara’s pleading had stopped when she felt the cuffs holding her arms up being opened, and Emilia’s laughter began to fill the air. She lowered her arms and removed her blindfold to see Natalie untying her toes and unlocking the stocks. Her hatred for Natalie before was now replaced with love. Kara had thought about running far away before getting in that chair, but she knew that Jess, Sarah and a hundred others would have stopped her and that would be a forfeit. Now, the decision to stay was even better. She looked over to her friend who was now fully immersed in a torturous nightmare, laughing and pleading with her torturer whilst squirming as much as the chair would allow her. She desperately pulled at the stocks to try and free her feet to no avail. ‘HOLY FUCKING HELL… I can’t believe I actually won! HAHA. Poor Em, this chair is far more vulnerable than those stocks! Actually no, not poor Em, thank God it is Em and not me.’ Kara thought as the announcer beckoned her over.
“Well congratulations Kara, you’re free. As promised, here is your cash prize for winning Round 2. How are you feeling?”
“I can’t believe it… honestly, I thought I was a goner. It would have been a death sentence for me to lose that. And trust me, all you women out there in the crowd, consider yourselves lucky that it’s not you in there, it’s absolutely torture.”
“So, Kara, now you have won you’re welcome to go backstage if you don’t want to join in on as you call it… the torture. There’s a shower to freshen up and put your normal clothes back on. I imagine you’ll be happy to see those boots again.”
“Oh no, I’m good for now thanks. Trust me, I said it was torture to be tickled in one of those seats, but… as you can see, I’m not in one. I’ve earnt my chance to tickle my dearest Emilia!” the crowd cheered at Kara’s response.
“HAHA! I know a sadist when I see one, well, enjoy your reward along with Sarah and Jess. That’s it today folks on our main stage, although for a small donation you can enter the Tent of Laughter and join in on our punishment of other losers from today, or… maybe you’re brave enough to join in on some of the minigames we have in there. Anyway, stop again tomorrow for another main event where 12 women will take on the Battle of Two.”
Emilia was in hell. Nothing she did was working to free her from the dammed chair. Whilst Kara was on the table, she had been able to physically recover from her ordeal but mentally she was exhausted, unable now to have the mental ability to try and think of something else to block out the sensations. Every single ticklish sensation now shot up directly to her unprotected brain. She cursed herself; she wanted to run away when it was Kara’s turn before. Deep down though, she knew that she stayed because she wanted to get a go on Kara. She thought Kara had lost, that was her big mistake, she should have ran to the hills. Giggly laughter poured out of her mouth as Leah’s sharp nails continued to slowly trace across her soles, scraping at her heels before following the lines of her arches all the way up to her tied toes. What Emilia’s blindfold was concealing, much to the delight of everyone else including Kara, was Georgia kneeling behind the chair with her nails ready to pounce on Emilia’s exposed armpits. She thought she was in hell, that was until she felt a second pair of hands slowly scribble across her underarms, now glistening in a layer of sweat.
“HAHAHAHA AHHHHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO PLEASE! PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
“As you can see, Leah and Georgia are slowly tracing across her feet and armpits now. Each woman reacts differently to tickling, some find the fast scribbling worse, some find slow teasing touches worse, unfortunately for our loser, the ticklers are experts at working out which one it is…. Sarah, Jess…. Do you want to move your seats closer to us here for a better view, Leah can teach you three some tips before you all get a go if you want”
“Of course we do!” they said in unison like telepathic twins.
“Ok folks, we’re going to say goodbye to Megan and Natalie now as they are needed in the Tent of Laughter. Give them a clap for their hard work today”
At her feet, Leah’s nails once again began to tease the gaps between each toe, her captive unable to scrunch her toes together for protection. Leah loved the girlish laughter that was being emitted, finding the bound woman to be a beauty which she wished she could keep forever, hers to torment whenever she wanted to. Further north, Georgia was having an equal amount of fun, the soft underarms she was tormenting were now even softer and easier to tickle as the layer of sweat allowed for her nails to glide across them with ease. Emilia squeezed her arms against the side of her head as hard as she could, but it was futile, the cuffs held them high, her pits open and vulnerable for whatever torment Georgia could think of. Her friends looked on at her, thrashing around like a madwoman. They had never seen their friend laugh this loud for this long, it was usually a small giggle before the blushing woman would cover her mouth. Nor had they ever heard her beg and plead but they would all agree that the sight in front of them was hot.
With her three friends sat down around her, Georgia and Leah lessened the torment, Leah slowly scribbling at her heels and Georgia working on her biceps. This caused for the laughter to return to giggles. Leah decided it was time to break her, usually they did this later into the torment but the opportunity with this beautiful woman in front of her was too much to resist. She grabbed a microphone and placed it nearby so the crowd could fully hear the conversation.
“You know Emmy Ems, I have been speaking with your friends today and they have told me that you didn’t think you were very ticklish anymore before the contest. Well…. I think you have been lying to us, haven’t you?” Leah asked.
“Coochie coochie coooo. Well, are you? If you admit it, we’ll reward you!” Georgia added as she scribbled down the biceps.
“Hehehehehe argghh pfft hehehe… Ok! OK! I’ll admit it… I’m still a bit ticklish… I haven’t grown out of it. Eeeek, heheheh… please just stop!” Em admitted.
“Good girl, did everyone hear… we have a ticklish little thing stuck in our chair. Now for your reward…” Leah teased.
“Ok, please just stop! EEEEKKKK WAIT! WAIT! NOOOOO YOU SAID A REWARD” she screamed as Georgia slipped her hands back into the armpits.
“Well, of course there’s a reward… more tickles!” Georgia clarified. Sarah, Jess and Leah watched on, amused by their friend’s situation.
Georgia continued to spider her fingers across the skin of each hollow, picking up her speed before slowing right down and gradually picking it up again. She scribbled in a random pattern to always keep Emilia on edge, only heightening her torment. Her nails were perfect for the job, sharp and pointy but not too sharp to cause any injury as her prisoner squirmed and moved her arms as much as she could. Georgia loved it, she knew the underarms were a weak spot for many people and were often overlooked compared to other spots. As she endlessly wriggled around inside of the pits, she daydreamed about the other woman who she had previously tied up and died of shock when their pits were touched, unaware of the sensitivity. She knew she had hit the jackpot with this woman, she seemed to be extra sensitive, and these exposed underarms were some of the most sensitive she had ever seen.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GEORGIA! NOOOOOOOO! PLEASE STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” the begging continued.
Leah had stuck with the feet in front of her, her nails now slowly tracing every wrinkle on each arch, much to the dismay of the loser. She could tell that Emilia cared for her whole body even if she had spent half the day blushing. Leah admitted that it was a pattern she had notice with all the woman in this friendship group, their skin seemed perfect for tickling and this pair of soles was no different. She watched as the toes tied to scrunch together whilst her nails dug into each wrinkle line like they were deep in a ravine. Once she got to the end of one, she would turn around and trace back up it before hopping over to the next line but on this one, she would not trace back up it and instead move onto another. Once she had mapped out the lines of the arches, she decided to give Emilia a surprise and began to frantically wriggle her nails across the milky soles in random patterns. The friends cringed at the sight in front of them, all glad that they were not stuck in the chair.
Leah and Georgia then stopped and decided to give her feet and armpits a rest, allowing for Emilia to refill her lungs with some much need oxygen. They waited for a few seconds before diving back in. Screams once again filled the air as Leah dug into her kneecaps and Georgia began spidering her fingers over the ribs. Emilia was slightly relieved as her two worst spots her given a break, although this relief was only slight as the tickling continued elsewhere. Emilia and many in the crowd thought that the ticklers were being merciful, but Leah and Georgia knew better. This was merely a break to allow for those spots to regain their sensitivity. If there was no such thing as becoming desensitised, Georgia and Leah would not hesitate to spend the rest of the day purely on these two spots.
Leah’s fingers cupped over each kneecap and dug in as deep as she could and goosing them for what her victim felt was over 100 times. Emilia squealed as her kneecaps were squeezed, she hated it, but her knees were now exposed and vulnerable. She would have given anything to have a thick set of jeans covering her legs. Leah’s fingers soon ventured upwards and traced along her inner thighs before squeezing the skin all the way up to the woman’s crotch. Georgia had now done several laps of Emilia’s ribcage and had decided to dig her fingers into Emilia’s tummy, wondering if maybe it was her who she could find a hidden six-pack on instead of Kara. Giggles and squeals continued to ring out, like music in her ticklers’ ears, a good indication that they were doing the right thing. Emilia’s hourglass figure offered no fat to protect her against Georgia’s nimble fingers as they continued to squeeze her sides. After what felt like hours to Emilia, the two finally stopped and gave her a much-needed break.
During the small break, Megan returned to the stage and spoke with Leah before returning to the Tent of Laughter. Leah addressed the crowd.
“Just to give you all an update on the five woman we rewarded before, Millie has now been released…. Boooo I know…. After her thanks for her charity effort. Amy has also been released after a birthday present to remember. Lydia has also had her reward although I have been told that she screamed as she was tickled almost as much as tickly Em here…. Now…. Katherine continued to curse and swear during her reward and so her boss and husband decided she needed a punishment as she wasn’t grateful for her reward… she’s still in there if anyone wants to see….. and finally, Emily the teacher…. Well, her husband has told us that she actually won Teacher of the Year last year as well with 67 votes, so we felt it was only fair to add this onto her reward…. Anyway, back to the main event”
Emilia wished that the break had been longer, her brain now too exhausted to work out how long it had been, she just felt sorry for every woman in that tent. Sympathy turned to fear as Leah invited her so-called friends to kneel around her. They didn’t waste their time following the instruction.
“Ok guys, here is the deal. You all take a turn tickling her spots and me and Georgia will give you tips… to help out of course, not to make it worse for your friend.”
“Guys, please don’t. I can’t do this”
“Sorry Ems, you lost! We didn’t, not our problem.” Jess reminded her.
“So, Jess you can go first. We’ll just use fingers for now”
Emilia’s giggles and screams started once again as Jess had her mentoring session. Georgia and Leah watched her as she started at Em’s feet. They told her exactly when to slow down or speed up, where to focus on, or if she had missed somewhere. Jess then moved to her legs, happy to squeeze at her knees. She took a particular interest in Emilia’s torso, happy to oblige when Georgia told her to squeeze deeper and deeper. Jess had found this a reward for all the times she had to lighten up a situation when her friend’s awkwardness in front of people had taken over. Leah watched on, still surprised about how a tickler always took the most delight in tickling the spot which was their own worst place. Jess had spent that much time poking at her torso that she only got a few minutes of armpit tickling before it was Sarah’s go.
Sarah dived in straight away and was all too happy to take Georgia’s suggestion to start at the feet as they hadn’t been tickled in a while. Sarah was so happy to start that she decided to frantically wriggle her nails around on the arches and smiled as the laughter started again. Georgia had to remind her that if she truly wanted to make her friend suffer, to add in some slow strokes. Sarah considered it payback for all the times that the four friends couldn’t go in a certain place on night outs if Em had panicked about how busy it was.
“Poor Ems, just think… if you had held out for a second longer against me… this could all have been different. I know I would be going mad if someone was doing this to me know.” The only response Sarah got was more laughter.
“Knees?” Georgia suggested.
“Oh well if it’s ok with you guys, I don’t mind skipping the knees, I’d like to stay here for just a bit longer!” Sarah asked.
“Ooooo my, my…. Ok then…. But don’t forget the toes.” Leah added.
Sarah spent a few more minutes before she moved around and began to spider her fingers over Emilia’s underarms. Sarah had decided that Jess had followed the routine of make her way across the body, so Sarah had decided to switch things up and go in a random order. She took all advice onboard about how to tickle better and eventually began to dig into the flesh between her friend’s breast and underarm. Sarah’s turn finally finished with a few tips of her fingers skipping from Em’s ribs down to her hips and back again.
Kara was extremely eager to start, assuring Leah and Georgia that she had been listening to their teachings when it was Jess and Sarah turns. She wanted to dive straight in, Emilia’s flesh like a magnet to her hands. ‘Let’s do this! I’ve earnt it more than those two…Sorry Em’ she motivated herself. She decided that a bit of teasing was fair enough.
“Ready Em, I’m already well-trained from watching the others, I can’t wait to get a go… I’m even going to get Leah and Georgia to teach me some master tickler techniques, none of that beginner’s stuff Jess and Sarah were doing” Kara told her friend, much to the amusement of everyone on stage and in the crowd. Well, everyone on stage apart from their victim.
“Kara…. Please…. Please, don’t do this. You know more than any of them how bad it is!” Emilia begged.
“Sorry Em, you lost. Annnnddd…. You made me get tickled far more than I wanted to so that I could win. Besides, the contract says the loser gets tickled for the rest of the day. You lost. Isn’t that right Leah?” Kara teased as her friend shuffled around anxiously.
“That’s correct! The only way that she gets out is if someone takes her place in the chair. I would tell you how long there is left but I wouldn’t want to spoil that for tickly Ems here. Maybe minutes… Maybe hours. So, Jess, Sarah… Kara… any of you want to save you friend?” Leah asked. The three friends all ensured Leah was aware they would not be swapping with Emilia. Leah then asked the crowd. Tumbleweed blew across the stage. Emilia began to plead again, so Kara reassured her.
“Don’t worry Ems, I’m only joking. You’re right, I certainly know that its torture. Tell you what, I’ll go easy on you I promise. I’ll even tell you where I’m going to tickle you… I would take your blindfold off but that wouldn’t be as fun. So, I’m sure the crowd are getting bored so let’s get started! I’ll start with your…. Your feet!”
Emilia relaxed slightly, the tickling was bad, but the blindfold stopped her from seeing. She couldn’t anticipate anything which only heightened the sensations. At this moment she liked Kara, Kara had told her where she would start so that was something anyway. Emilia prepared herself for the torment on her feet to continue. She squealed loudly as Kara began poking her sides.
“EEEEEKKKK AHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHA KAAARRRRAAAA NOOOO HAHAHAHA”
“Sorry Ems, you didn’t think I would let Jess and Sarah do worse than me did you. Coochie, Coochie, Coooooo!” Kara teased, much to the amusement of everyone watching her. Leah and Georgia certainly didn’t need to give her any tips as Kara moved up and had a go at the ribs.
“You’re almost as evil as me!” Leah joked to Kara. The crowd watched on in fascination as this tickler tormented her so-called friend, oblivious to the calls for mercy that could have well been her own. Kara shuffled to a new position and began to squeeze the two knees in front of her, determined to create as much suffering as possible. After a few squeezes of Emilia’s thighs, Kara gave her a quick break.
“KARA! PLEASE! I WOULDN’T HAVE DONE IT TO YOU IF I HAD WON!” Em pleaded.
“Now, now… I’ve met you parents and I’m sure they taught their goody two-shoes daughter not to lie. I was going to give you a longer break but I think this deserves a punishment!” Kara responded.
“I agree, it’s naughty to lie. Even my kids know that!” Sarah added.
“NO! NO! I’M SOR… HAHAHAHAHAHA” Emilia screamed as Kara’s fingers now explored her soles. Kara’s fingers explored every skin cell of the bound soles, remembering every single technique which drove her mad before and reenacting it as ruthlessly as possible. The crowd joined in as Kara began to sing a rendition of the little piggies’ song even though she had lost track of how many times it had been sung today.
Kara continued her torment of her friend’s feet for far too long for Emilia’s liking before Kara gave her another quick break. Emilia definitely thought that Leah was giving Kara more time than the other two. She would have done anything now to have an hour of Jess and Sarah tickling her than an hour of Georgia and Kara. Leah, well she didn’t want to feel those nails every again.
“Your time’s almost over Kara, make the most of it for now…” Georgia reminded her.
“Oh, don’t worry, I will! So, Ems….. I think your feet are your second most ticklish spot….. but…. Let’s finish on a bang ay!” Kara once again teased. Emilia squirmed around knowing exactly where Kara had meant. Her soul returned to hell as Kara’s nails dipped into her underarms and wriggled around, like with her feet, the nails felt like they were each trying to out-do each other to inflict the most horror.
“My, my… someone is very sweaty and very, very… very ticklish. What silly little ticklish girl would get themselves stuck in a chair like this… I know I wouldn’t” Kara’s teasing only added fuel to the already burning torment.
“I think that’s a borderline lie as well, Kara!” Jess teased to a threat of Kara pretending to poke her sides. Leah and Georgia had sat in silence as the show continued, enjoying it as much as the crowd. Kara certainly didn’t need any tips, even about teasing. They watched as Kara stopped tickling the armpits for a moment.
“Sooooo Ems…. Leah got you to admit that you’re still ticklish… buuuutttt… Now, you might be the clever one, but I think there’s more to this! I don’t just think you’re ticklish… I think you’re the most ticklish one out of the four of us, aren’t you?... I think you’re just a bit better at holding your screams in than me…”
“No… I’m ticklish ok, I’ve already said so…. Please Kara, just let me out!... I’m ticklish but not your level…” Em responded.
“Are you sure, I think that could be another lie… and I think your three friends might agree with me” Leah continued, remembering she actually had a show to run.
“Last chance Ems… otherwise….” Kara warned.
“OK! JUST STOP THE TEASING! YEAH, I’M VERY TICKLISH! I HATE IT, I WANT OUT! PLEASSSEE JUST STOP!” Emilia pleaded.
“Awwww, can sweety Ems not take a bit of tickling… I knew you were a silly tickly loser, I think you’re deathly ticklish. Actually… now that that’s out of the way… I think that we can get you screaming more than me!” Kara bet.
“I’ll accept that challenge!” Sarah said, much to the agreement of the other ticklers. The crowd loved it.
“NO, please guys… please… please.. eeeek hehehehe” Emilia’s giggles started to ring out once again as Kara’s nails slowly began to trace inside of Emilia’s armpits. Over the next few minutes, Kara ramped up her torment and Emilia’s begging continued. If someone had a sound meter, the screams may well have been louder than Kara’s. Leah eventually told Kara her time was over and that the loser needed a rest to recover as the crowd applauded the three tickler friends.
The rest was appreciated by Emilia, her lungs had been emptied by her friends and her mind had been broken. She wasn’t religious but she was asking any god what she had done to deserve this. Somewhere out there she felt there was a devil that wanted her to die from the torture so that she could be dragged tickle hell. That, or Leah and her staff were members of some sort of cult to a Goddess of Tickling. Her break had given her the chance to recover a bit, she had cooled down, filled her lungs and even some of the phantom fingers had gone. ‘Shit! What do I do… I’ll die if this doesn’t stop… Don’t plead! Don’t plead Emilia… it’s embarrassing!’ she thought to herself.
Her pleading soon rang out once again as Leah asked her friends what so-called toys they wanted to have a go with. Kara and Sarah had instantly chosen the hairbrushes before Jess could even open her mouth. Jess remembered and decided to go for the massage gun that had been used before. Georgia and Leah decided that they would use some feathers for some lighter torment whilst the friends went full-force.
“Kara, Sarah, here is a hairbrush each. One foot each but remember to be gentle. Don’t scrub too hard otherwise it will hurt. Jess, here’s the massage gun… I suggest you turn it up to maximum.” Leah advised the friends.
“Ok guys… give her hell!” Georgia shouted.
And with that, the next part of the torment started, and Emilia’s nightmare continued. She screamed as Kara and Sarah had pressed a hairbrush against each of her arches and began to brush around over the taunt skin. Leah had chosen the thighs to stroke her feathers across, making sure to keep an eye on Kara and Sarah in case they got too enthusiastic. The soft feathers explored every inch of her upper legs. Further up her body, the situation was just as bad. Emilia hadn’t experienced the massager on full power and now she questioned if it actually was a massager at all as Jess did not hesitate to push it into her torso and ribs and guide it across the skin. Georgia had decided to introduce two firm feathers into her armpits, the crowd may have seen this as an act of mercy, but Georgia knew too well what Leah likely had planned.
Time ticked by and the torment never stopped. Kara and Sarah had kept their brushes and cringed at the thought of their own arches undergoing this torment. That didn’t stop them though. Georgia had moved away from the armpits and was swirling a feather in Emilia’s navel as Jess used the gun on her ribs. The loser was taken by surprise as Georgia’s feather was removed, and she soon felt several hard raspberries in the centre of her tummy. This was another first for Emilia, with Natalie having forgot to do it on her before. She couldn’t say that it didn’t tickle, and her giggles were a sign for Georgia to continue. Leah had dropped the feathers and was making her way from kneecap to hips, squeezing and pinching every inch of skin available. She slipped her hands under the black shorts and had dug into Emilia’s hips before moving down and squeezing at the part of her skin where the upper thigh met her groin. Her hand accidentally glanced over the centre of Emilia’s shorts and Leah felt a small wet patch. Emilia wanted to die under the blindfold and wasn’t sure if Leah had done that on purpose or not.
The thirty-year-old woman was in a nightmare as hands and tools tickled her body, goosing her knees, squeezing her sides, counting her ribs and scraping along her arches. Suddenly everyone stopped. ‘Thank God, that’s the end. It has to be!’ she thought. Leah had motioned everyone to stop and without saying a word positioned herself in a new position. Rather than feeling the release of all of her cuffs, Emilia felt something warm and wet drag across the surface of her left armpit. The result was instantaneous.
“EEEEEEKKKKK FUCK! AHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
The constant squirming and heat of the summer afternoon had left her soft, moist hollows a sea of glistening sweat. Leah didn’t seem to mind as her face was now squashed up against the loser, her tongue now deep in the centre of the pit and licking the sweat up. ‘She tastes quite salty, and she smells amazing, I’ll have to ask her what shower products she uses’ Leah thought as she took a deep breath in before getting back to work. She used her right hand to help balance her and her free hand continued to goose Em’s side. She licked the skin of the hollow nearest to her bicep, only stopping to breathe.
“We’ll isn’t Miss Emmy a little sweaty tickle slave” Georgia teased. There was no response, Emilia was now deep in silent laughter. “What do you prefer in your armpits, a tongue or nails?”
“Neither! NEITHER! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE!” was the response. Kara, Sarah and Jess looked on at the scene.
“Well, I can’t say that when I first woke up this morning, I was expecting the day to have a stranger licking Em’s armpit.” Joked Jess.
“Don’t forget the other one” Kara smirked.
“Oh, don’t worry, we haven’t” Georgia responded and with an evil smile, she joined Leah as her face hugged against Emilia’s bicep and her tongue slowly teased its way up the arm all the way into the glistening hollow. Georgia licked as hard a Leah, their tongues licking up every single droplet of sweat that covered the moist flesh. Leah pushed her head that deep into Emilia’s underarm that she had to stop every so often for a deep breath. Leah loved the heat of the velvety skin warming up her face, armpit licking always got contestants and this was no different.
Both ticklers continued to like the wet skin of her armpits as her laugher remained silent. Nothing she did could free her arms and she was prepared to break her wrists if that meant escaping and being able to lower her arms. She decided that she would never wear a sleeveless top again and would certainly never lift her arms up again. Many in the crowd were shocked at the sight in front of them, many women covering their arms up whilst imagining the feeling of the tongues in their own pits. Many husbands and boyfriends watching on and making a note of yet another way to torment their own lover. The licking continued as the madwoman continued to thrash around, unaware that her attempts to squeeze her arms against her head only moved their tongues closer to her skin. ‘AHHHHHHH I am going to die! I’m dead! I’m in Hell. Fuck these… this AHHHHHHHH this should be a war crime’ Emilia thought. Unfortunately for her, she wasn’t dead, she was still stuck in her chair as punishment for her failings. Her list of war crimes continued.
The armpit licking continued for what Emilia felt was a lifetime before Leah and Georgia lifted their heads out of her pits. The friends watched on, noticing that they had licked so much that the skin still looked as moist as it had before.
“It looks like you’ve both missed a bit, both armpits still look wet!” Sarah chimed in, laughing as Emilia begged her to shut up.
“Oh, don’t worry, I can assure you it’s all licked up. She’ll get sweaty again though and I’m sure we can see if two of you can do a better job than us.” Leah reassured them.
“NO!.... NO! Let me out NOW!...... Please….I’m sorry…. Please just let me go.”
“Oh sunshine, your torment isn’t over, we’re all having so much fun, aren’t we?” Georgia responded, the crowd cheering in response.
“In fact…. We’re having so much fun that your friends are going to start tickling your legs and sides again.” Leah added.
And with that, the torment started again. Sarah and Jess adopted a section of her stomach each, goosing at her sides and poking her ribs. Kara slipped her hands into the black shorts and once again began to squeeze her friend’s crotch and upper thighs. The giggles started again as Emilia felt another strange sensation, her toeties were being undone. Any confusion was quickly answered when for the second time in a matter of minutes, Leah and Georgia’s mouths now tasted her skin. Georgia had begun to suck each of the toes on her left foot whilst Leah had begun by dragging her tongue across the arch of the right foot. It certainly wasn’t as bad as the hairbrushes on her feet or the licking of her pits, but she cringed at the feeling of the tongues exploring her feet.
Leah gave her arches a few more licks before joining in on the toes. Both tongues now swirled around each toe and before moving onto the next one, the swirled around in the skin between each. Sarah and Kara looked on in horror, they knew full well that they wouldn’t be able to take it as their eyes followed the movement of Leah and Georgia’s mouths. Annoyingly for Emilia, this never stopped either girl’s hands for their own tickling motions. Georgia made a point to make a popping noise on each toe before she moved onto the next. After a few minutes of the toe sucking and tickling, Leah told everyone to stop so that she could have a break.
“Ok folks, thanks for watching so far. Who enjoyed that tickling because I certainly did. We’re just going to give our loser a small break to get some of her energy back but don’t go anywhere… we still need to finish off big!” Leah addressed the crowd. She ran backstage and brought out a cold-water bottle to offer Emilia a drink and the bound woman certainly obliged.
“Wait, can you just pour some over my head please… to cool me down” Emilia asked politely, even under the blindfold she could tell her hair and face were all sweaty.
“I won’t sorry” Leah leaned in and whispered to her ear. Leah had to admire the girl’s politeness even after being tortured for this long. “I won’t because I have to admit that you look super fucking sexy now, shining in the sun. Sorry not sorry sweety” she continued. She wasn’t able to tell if the sudden redness of Emilia’s face was due to blushing or a sudden increase in the temperature. Either way, she had tickling to be getting back to.
“Hi again everyone, who’s ready to start again. I’m sure Kara, Jess and Sarah certainly are” Leah asked.
“Too right, so where are we tickling next?” Kara asked enthusiastically
“Well, this is the big send off but first, something a bit gentler. Follow my lead” Leah explained, whilst passing Georgia and the three friends feathers, some firm and some soft.
Emilia’s face scrunched up as ten feathers began to explore the skin. Feathers traced along her neck, tickled her nose and swirled around her eyes. It was light tickling, far from the intensity she had already experienced, but it was just enough to really irritate her. The only consolation that she had was that her head was the one part of her body that she could move and try to escape the tickles. No matter how much she flicked her head, the feathers zoned in like vultures to inflict more gentle sensations. ‘If only it was all this… I can take this… fuck I hate it!’ she thought. Sarah had begun to swirl a soft feather inside of her friend’s ear whilst using a firm one to trace along the side of her neck, whilst Jess did the same in her other ear. Georgia and Leah used firm feathers to tickle her chin and the front of her next, sometimes dragging their feathers all the way down to her chest. Kara was annoying Em the most, she wriggled two fluffy feathers across her nose as Em tried her best to avoid it.
“That woman Leah, one of those five you sent to the tent before… Did you choose her nose as her off-limit zone… what was her name… Emily?” Kara asked.
“Oh yeah, Emily she was the teacher. Yeah, last I heard she was going absolutely crazy and probably wasn’t far off begging for her nose to be tickled.” Leah responded. The ticklers all giggled at her comment but were taken off guard when Emilia sneezed, unable to cope with Kara’s feathers anymore.
“Bless you, so sunshine I think that’s enough rest for you don’t you think. Time to go back to the fun!” Leah assured everyone.
“NO! Please… please enough, I get it I lost”
Leah ignored her pleas and rushed backstage, returning moments later with a bottle of clear liquid. The friends were confused about it and began to ask Leah what it was; this only panicked their blindfolded friend who had to sit and wait for her new fate. Leah poured some of the liquid onto Georgia’s hands and then some onto her own. Leah began to rub the lotion all over the two bound soles in front of her whilst Georgia rubbed it all up the knees and thighs up to Emilia’s sport shorts. She then got some more of the liquid and rubbed it over Emilia’s tummy.
“This, oh this is baby oil. I think we’ve tortured her quite a bit haven’t we, it’s only fair that she gets a massage” Leah explained although what Emilia couldn’t see was Leah winking to her friends.
“Yeah, the oil really helps the skin, and it makes massages feel amazing.” Georgia added
“There is however one problem, I think her pits are a bit too wet now, the oil won’t work. Jess, Sarah, Kara…. anyone fancy helping us out?” Leah asked
“NO! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE…. FUCK YOU GUYS! I DON’T NEED MY UNDERARMS MASSAGED!”
“Haha, I’d love to help. Sorry Em but like Leah said, if I don’t help, they won’t be able to put any lotion on.” Kara volunteered.
“Perfect! There’s still on pit in need of help. Jess?”
“Urmm, I’m not sure. Sorry Em, I love you but I’m not sure I’m close enough to you to want to like lick you there.” Jess responded.
“Looks like I get a go, I loved it when she screamed at this before. It’s only a bit of skin.” Sarah added.
“Perfect, well go on then, there’s no time to waste. I don’t want to see a single drop of sweat on them so I can put the lotion on later… lick her until its gone, I don’t care how bad it tickles her. Me and Georgia will start to… massage her feet. Jess you can start to massage her sides.” Leah instructed, winking at everyone.
No matter how much Emilia begged for Kara and Sarah not to do it, nothing she said stopped her two supposed friends from burying their heads into her armpits. Their tongues started to swirl around across the flesh, hesitant at first, but soon finding a rhythm to send her into a ticklish agony. Kara was eager to inflict as much torture as possible on her mousy friend and explored every inch of the pit with her rough tongue. Sarah had been a bit more hesitant at first, she didn’t have the experience of Leah with licking armpits, but she soon decided that she wouldn’t let Kara have all the fun. Besides, she had raised children and seen far worse than the moist armpits of a friend she had known since childhood. Both took happiness in the fact that they were contributing greatly to the loser’s ticklish torment. Sarah licked on, making sure to tickle every inch of the soft, warm flesh. ‘I’m glad it isn’t Kara in this now, she would be trying her hardest to bite into me now… Em would never be that evil… I hope it tickles… badly’ Sarah thought.
“AHHHHHH AHAHAHAHAHAHA…. EEEEKKKKK. GUYS STOP!”
“Sorry Em! These armpits need a good licking. Be honest you would have done this if I had lost the round”
“NO! KARA! STOPPPPP HAHAHAHAHAHA. I WOULDN’T HAVE! I WOULDN’T. I PROMISEEEE HAHAHAHAHA”
“I don’t believe that for a second, tickly little Emmy” Kara responded.
“By the way Em, do you like shave every day, I still can’t believe how soft your skin is. If I didn’t have kids, maybe I could” Sarah added.
At her soles, Leah and Georgia were prepared to start her massage, or so Emilia had heard. With a final wink to Jess. Emilia was expecting a massage, what she got was the return of two plastic hairbrushes scrubbing her soles. Her screams became even more desperate as the plastic bristles tickled her arches. They had been bad before. This lotion only added to the sensations, allowing for her ticklers to scrub faster with less concern about hurting her. There was nothing she could do. All she could do was sit there, sit there whilst two hairbrushes covered every skin cell of her feet. Kara and Sarah had both stopped licking for a few seconds to see what the reaction was about, the sight that both saw terrified them and they soon quickly returned their heads to her armpits. Jess had begun her massage of Emilia’s sides, the oil likewise allowing her fingers to shoot around even faster.
Leah and Georgia scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed. Kara and Sarah licked and licked and licked. Jess had moved on to her thighs, once again squeezing as hard as she could against the soft skin. The screams and pleads died down and were replaced by exhaustive silent laughter.
Time ticked by, and the crowd’s enjoyment never ceasing as the minutes ticked on.
Eventually, Leah decided that it was at a point to finish on the main stage, they didn’t want to kill the girl anyway. She ordered everyone to stop and approached the microphone. Emilia gasped for air as Georgia offered her some more water.
“Well done guys, you’ve certainly licked them well! We’ll be able to put the oil over her underarms soon.”
“Oh goodie!” Kara and Sarah exclaimed.
“Thank you everyone who has stayed to watch the punishment of today’s Grand Loser. She’s certainly given us a show hasn’t she. Now, you may be asking… Leah isn’t there like over an hour left before the fair closes? Well yes there is but as always, the last part of their punishment is always off the main stage and in the terrifying…… Tent of Despair! So yeah, we’re going to wheel your poor contestant over there but if you want some more tickling action, there is still some minigames and punishments going on in the Tent of Laughter. I’ll hopefully see you all again tomorrow! Love you!” Leah addressed the crowd, some upset that the main event was over.
“That does not sound good… The Tent of Despair!... Well not good for you anyway Em!” Jess joked.
“Please… let me out… You’ve tickled me, I’ve regretted losing... just stop!”
The blindfolded woman felt the chairs locks being unclipped from the stage and soon she felt herself being rolled across the stage. Leah and Georgia rolled the chair and told her friends that they were welcome to join the two of them in the tent. Naturally, all three accepted.
Off the six women went, the four friends all now wondering what awaited in the Tent of Despair.
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So, there we have Part 3a, once again I hope you enjoyed it as it was a move away from different people being targeted. Any feedback is appreciated.
So, what do you think awaits our loser in the Tent of Despair.
This is a fine series. 
