The theme park was packed, but Joanna only had eyes for Claire. They were there with two of Claire’s female friends and their partners, but Joanna was the only one who truly knew the "target" Claire was hiding under her shirt.
In all their time together, Joanna had learned the hierarchy of Claire’s body. On a ticklish scale of 1 to 10, Claire’s feet were a 38—she was the type who would’ve ended up in a state of total, sobbing regret if she were ever locked in the stocks at Cannelli. But her stomach? That was on a whole different level. Her belly button was the absolute "No-No Zone." It was the freak-out button. Joanna had only managed to actually get to it three or four times in their entire relationship because it was a hard limit. Tickling Claire’s feet caused shrieks and swearing, but the stomach? That triggered an extracted guffaw—an uncontrollable, deep, gasping laughter that could drop Claire into total cataplexy.
Then they sat down on the flight simulator.
The ride was designed like a motorcycle with a high center console. Joanna watched as Claire straddled the seat, tucked her legs back, and leaned her soft stomach right into the console to reach the handlebars.
The backrest surged up behind Claire, shoving her forward and pinning her stomach firmly against the console. It was a total lock-down. Before the ride started, the attendant came by and gave the backrest an extra push, getting those last couple clicks of security. Claire was squished, her most sensitive, off-limits area pressed tight against the machine.
Joanna saw Claire’s eyes go wide on the console’s video feed. She was already starting to let out those nervous, panicked giggles. She knew she was trapped.
As the lights dimmed for the "mind-syncing" sequence, the column began to pulse. It didn't just vibrate; it throbbed with a vigorous, rhythmic intensity right against Claire’s belly button.
"Oh! Oh, Joanna!" Claire shrieked.
The machine was relentless. It would pulse, stop, and then start again with increasingly long intervals and sharper intensity. Claire was in total hysteria. She was quite literally restrained against a high-tech stomach-tickling device. The shrieks turned into that deep, wailing, gasping laughter. She was bucking against the restraints, but the backrest held her flush against the vibration. For forty-five seconds, Claire was at the mercy of the machine, her "No-No Zone" being worked over while the whole group watched her meltdown on the monitors.
When the ride finally hissed open, Claire’s legs were like jelly. Joanna had to practically peel her off the console and catch her in her arms, feeling the lingering tremors in Claire’s midsection.
As they walked down the exit ramp, Claire was flushed, her eyes watery and bright. "That was amazing!" she gasped, leaning into Joanna with a flirty, breathless energy. "But I can’t believe they tickled my stomach!"
"We all can't believe it," Sarah, one of her friends, chimed in with a wicked grin. "I thought you were going to vibrate right out of your skin, Claire. I've never heard you make noises like that."
"It was the screen for me," the other friend added, laughing. "The look on your face when that pulse hit your belly... you looked like you were losing your mind."
Joanna slid her hand down, her fingers just barely brushing the bottom of Claire’s shirt, feeling her girl flinch and giggle instantly. "It’s a good thing the ride ended when it did," Joanna whispered into her ear, loud enough for the others to hear. "I think you were about two seconds away from a total collapse."
Claire swatted Joanna’s hand away, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. "It’s off-limits! You know it’s off-limits!"
"The machine didn't seem to care," Joanna teased, watching Claire’s chest heave as she tried to recover. "And honestly? Watching you trapped like that was the best part of the day."
Claire leaned in close, her voice a mix of exhaustion and sensual heat. "You’re a brat. But if you think you’re getting anywhere near my stomach tonight after that... you’ve got another thing coming."
Joanna just smiled, knowing that the "world’s worst kept secret" had just become a lot more fun to play with.
In all their time together, Joanna had learned the hierarchy of Claire’s body. On a ticklish scale of 1 to 10, Claire’s feet were a 38—she was the type who would’ve ended up in a state of total, sobbing regret if she were ever locked in the stocks at Cannelli. But her stomach? That was on a whole different level. Her belly button was the absolute "No-No Zone." It was the freak-out button. Joanna had only managed to actually get to it three or four times in their entire relationship because it was a hard limit. Tickling Claire’s feet caused shrieks and swearing, but the stomach? That triggered an extracted guffaw—an uncontrollable, deep, gasping laughter that could drop Claire into total cataplexy.
Then they sat down on the flight simulator.
The ride was designed like a motorcycle with a high center console. Joanna watched as Claire straddled the seat, tucked her legs back, and leaned her soft stomach right into the console to reach the handlebars.
The backrest surged up behind Claire, shoving her forward and pinning her stomach firmly against the console. It was a total lock-down. Before the ride started, the attendant came by and gave the backrest an extra push, getting those last couple clicks of security. Claire was squished, her most sensitive, off-limits area pressed tight against the machine.
Joanna saw Claire’s eyes go wide on the console’s video feed. She was already starting to let out those nervous, panicked giggles. She knew she was trapped.
As the lights dimmed for the "mind-syncing" sequence, the column began to pulse. It didn't just vibrate; it throbbed with a vigorous, rhythmic intensity right against Claire’s belly button.
"Oh! Oh, Joanna!" Claire shrieked.
The machine was relentless. It would pulse, stop, and then start again with increasingly long intervals and sharper intensity. Claire was in total hysteria. She was quite literally restrained against a high-tech stomach-tickling device. The shrieks turned into that deep, wailing, gasping laughter. She was bucking against the restraints, but the backrest held her flush against the vibration. For forty-five seconds, Claire was at the mercy of the machine, her "No-No Zone" being worked over while the whole group watched her meltdown on the monitors.
When the ride finally hissed open, Claire’s legs were like jelly. Joanna had to practically peel her off the console and catch her in her arms, feeling the lingering tremors in Claire’s midsection.
As they walked down the exit ramp, Claire was flushed, her eyes watery and bright. "That was amazing!" she gasped, leaning into Joanna with a flirty, breathless energy. "But I can’t believe they tickled my stomach!"
"We all can't believe it," Sarah, one of her friends, chimed in with a wicked grin. "I thought you were going to vibrate right out of your skin, Claire. I've never heard you make noises like that."
"It was the screen for me," the other friend added, laughing. "The look on your face when that pulse hit your belly... you looked like you were losing your mind."
Joanna slid her hand down, her fingers just barely brushing the bottom of Claire’s shirt, feeling her girl flinch and giggle instantly. "It’s a good thing the ride ended when it did," Joanna whispered into her ear, loud enough for the others to hear. "I think you were about two seconds away from a total collapse."
Claire swatted Joanna’s hand away, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. "It’s off-limits! You know it’s off-limits!"
"The machine didn't seem to care," Joanna teased, watching Claire’s chest heave as she tried to recover. "And honestly? Watching you trapped like that was the best part of the day."
Claire leaned in close, her voice a mix of exhaustion and sensual heat. "You’re a brat. But if you think you’re getting anywhere near my stomach tonight after that... you’ve got another thing coming."
Joanna just smiled, knowing that the "world’s worst kept secret" had just become a lot more fun to play with.
