Hello all. Sometimes, rarely in fact, I get into the mood to write stories. Recently, I've done some fiction about KTLA reporter Samantha Cortese and a sequel of sorts on KTLA producer Kara Marken. Those stories are here.
I then dipped into fictional stories dealing with political news stories involving Cassidy Hutchison and Sarah Matthews, both whistle blowers of sorts in the first Trump administration. That two-parter is here.
I decided to write a story where the target is a reporter, so I picked CNN's White House Correspondent Alayna Treene. I've seen her in the briefing room, and I like her look, so I figured: why not? As in previous stories, if you want to do straight to the tickling and skip the set up, go to the *****
It was both an exasperating but thrilling session at the recent press conference at the White House Briefing, but CNN reporter Alayna Treene felt very proud of her work. The normally polite but persistent correspondent found herself in an unintended but heated exchange with White House Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt. Alayna had pounced on some inconsistencies in Karoline's prepared statements to the point where the Press Secretary inadvertently revealed calamitous admissions in her boss' economic policy that was now going viral. The news cycles were having a field day, and for the next few days Alayna's face and takes were seen everywhere. It seemed that her inclusion on Forbes magazine's 30 under 30 list in 2021 seemed justified.
Alayna just finished another interview with MSNBC about Leavitt's accidental revelations, and she was walking in downtown Washington DC to another interview with her former employers Axios, having received a text from one of their reporters; she didn't recognize the name, but she was always willing to the news corps that gave her break into her career. As she was walking to the hotel conference room where the Axios interview would occur, Alayna went over the interview she had just finished. Jen Psaki ended it by saying "Did you notice the perturbed look Karoline Leavitt had when she abruptly ended the press conference?" Both women had chuckled. Alayna allowed herself to smile. While she did not admit it on air, Alayna did enjoy the look on Karoline's face; she found the Press Secretary infuriatingly cocky most of the time, and it was nice to see her deflated publicly. "I wonder if there will be consequences for what happened?" she asked herself; little did Alayna know that there would be, but not in the way she assumed....
Alayna continued to her walk to the next interview. Her high heels clicked confidently on the sidewalk matching the cadence of her long brown hair bouncing on her bare shoulders. It was a comfortable evening, and her choice of wearing a dark navy sleeveless dress without the jacket seemed a smart choice. She looked forward to a quiet night after this interview. "Some me time will be nice tonight. I'm glad all my loved ones will give me some alone time tonight" she thought to herself as she entered the hotel and headed to the front desk. "Conference Room 5? I'm here to do the TV interview." The front desk clerk seemed to give a quizzical look for a nanosecond, but he told her the needed information, and Alayna mounted the elevator to the indicated floor. She entered the conference room, noting how it seemed smaller and more isolated than the others. "More privacy, I suppose." She entered the room, and she noticed that there were no cameras or lights. There were no reporters, only a young intern. She smiled shyly at Alayna and said "Hi Alayna. We're a bit behind schedule, but we're all in Suite 2500. It's a large suite, and we figured it would be more efficient if we did it there, so we unpacked everything in the room. Are you ok with that?" Alayna readily agreed. The two women walked to the elevator and went to the 25th floor; it was the penthouse suite and the only room on the floor. As she entered the room, the lights were out. She walked in further into the room as the intern stayed back to close the door; wait, why did she lock the door? The intern then clicked the light on, and Alayna saw a woman with her back to her, and a couple of men whom she assumed were camera men. Where was the equipment for the interview, Alayna asked herself. No cameras? She approached the woman, who stood up and face her with a sinister grin on her face. Alayna gasped: Karoline Leavitt!
"Karoline! What are you doing here?! I'm supposed to be with Axios!"
"Oh, you can thank Chelsie for that." Karoline pointed at the young intern, who had a look of guilt on her face. "We convinced her to text you, and you came without question. Pretty silly for such a great reporter." Karoline's voice dripped with sarcasm.
"Ok, so what now?"
"You made me look really bad in Trump's eyes. Your questions are inappropriate! I was almost fired. The only chance I have to keep my job is to get you to do a report that will exonerate me and tamp down this so-called scandal. So, you're going to interview me, and I'll write up the questions, and my answers will make all this go away."
"Do you think I'm actually going to do that? You're crazy. I'm leaving!" Alayna turned on her heels, walking past the guilty-ridden intern, but she found her way blocked by one of the men who she thought was part of the interview crew.
"Get out of my way!" The man refused to move. "Get out of my way now!" As she said that, she felt the presence of the other man behind her. Without a word, they both grabbed her. Alayna screamed as she felt herself picked up and dragged into the bedroom. The men were strong, and her struggles were useless. Karoline decided to add to her panic with verbal taunts. "We're the only ones on this floor. We rented out the suite below us too. No one will help you. You're stuck with us!" Alayna continued to struggle in vain, and then she notice the bed; there were bondage straps on it! The shock of the discovery momentarily halted her struggles. What were those for? The pause in her struggles allowed the men to forcefully throw her on the bed and pin her down. Alayna struggled again, but there was nothing she could do as the weight of the men prevented any real movement. She felt both her arms slowly pulled and pinned above her head. Karoline barked to the intern, and together they strapped the reporter's wrists into the restraints. She then felt the men get up and drag her ankles toward the foot of the bed. Karoline and Chelsie strapped Alayna's ankles in place. Karoline then stood up and admired her handiwork. There was CNN's Alayna Treene, bound and spread eagle helplessly on a bed, her struggles simply in vain.
"What are you going to do with me?" The reporter shouted defiantly.
"Are you going to do that interview with me?"
"Never! You think your cheap tricks are going to work here? I'm a respected journalist, and I have a good reputation, unlike you. You're just a hack! A puppet! A mouthpiece for lies!" In spite of her situation, Alayna refused to back down. Strangely, Karoline's response to this was only a dangerous smile.
"Ok. That's fine. I tried to be nice, but now I have to convince you the hard way." The Press Secretary slowly walked to the foot of the bed, her fingernails dragging on the bedsheet just millimeters near her hips and legs. "I have a way that can change your mind, Alayna. I saw how smugly satisfied you looked at that last PC, so I will enjoy changing you mind."
Alayna started to get worried. "W-w-what are you going to do?" She then notice Chelsie heading to the foot of the bed also. While Chelsie's face remained down, Karoline's was positively exultant. Alayna then felt both of them slowly pull off her high heels, and her bare feet felt the cool air of the room. Alayna was slowly realizing what was about to happen. Her fear was confirmed when Karoline spoke the dreaded words: "So, Alayna, are you....ticklish?"
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Alayna's eyes widened. "No! Don't do that! Please, don't do that! Karoline, no! No! Nooooooooa-aaahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Alayna's protests inevitably melted into helpless laughter as she felt Karoline and Chelsie use their fingernails to scribble all over the soles of her feet. "No! Stoooooooahahahahahaahahaaap! Don'tahahahahahahdo thaahahahahahahat! Hahahahahhahahaha!" Karoline and Chelsie were relentless. Chelsie moved her fingernails on Alayna's ticklish arch, and Alayna's desperate wiggling of her feet proved unable to avoid her fingers. Karoline added a malicious zest on her end. She grabbed Alayna's right foot and pulled her toes back. Then she methodically explored the base of her toes, and then she slowly raked her fingernails down her sole all the way to her heel, tickling there until she decided to slowly rake her fingernails back up to the base of her toes. Alayna could do nothing except laugh. "Don't do that! Hahahahahahahahaha! Not my toes! Hahahahahahahahaha! No, not there either! Hahahahahahhahahahaha! Please no moooooorrrrrrAAAAH HAHAHAHAHA!"
Alayna's laughter went up a notch. Karoline was puzzled for a second, until she realized that Chelsie started tickling between Alayna's toes. "Great idea, Chelsie! What gave you that idea?"
"My older sisters used to tickle me. They did this a lot." While Alayna continued to laugh uncontrollably, she did notice a reluctance in Chelsie's answer. That momentary question was soon obliterated as Karoline did the same move.
"Not between my toes! Hahahahahahahaha! Not between my toes!"
The tickling on her feet continued. Karoline and Chelsie continued to tickle between Alayna's toes, and then she felt forty fingernails scribbling all over her soles, arch, heel, base of toes....there was no rhyme or reason, the only constant being Alayna's laughter. "Hahahahahahahahhaa! Nooooooooo! Hahahahahahahahaha!"
Karoline then bossily ordered Chelsie to tickle both of Alayna's feet. As the reporter's laughter continued, Karoline climbed on the bed. In the middle of her laughter, she wondered what she was up to. The answer came promptly; she felt Karoline's finger tips approach the hem of Alayna's navy blue dress. She felt her fingernails slowly go underneath her dress and make contact with the soft skin behind her knees. The gentle tickling of that seldom-touched area, where only her fiancé would caress her, turned what usually was a pleasure into torment. "Ahahahahahahaha! Don't do thaaahahahahahahat! Hahahahahahaha!"
The combination of the relentless tickling of the soles of her feet combined with the deceptively gentle tickling behind her knees drove the reporter crazy.
"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha! Stoooooop! Ahhahahahahahahha!" Her struggles were energetic, and Alayna felt the sweat develop on her body. The upper seam of her dress where the sleeves would have been started to get the darker moist colouring as perspiration started to collect on her underarms.
"So Alayna? Ready to do that interview?"
"Never! Hahahahahahahahaha!"
"You really are stubborn." Karoline stopped tickling behind Alayna's knees and sat on her quads. Chelsie continued to tickle her feet while Karoline looked right in Alayna's eyes. "I'll have to amp this up." Alayna felt Karoline's finger attack her ribs; the reporter's laughter increased in volume. "Nooooooooo! Hahahahahahahahahahhaha! Stop thaaaat! Stop tickliiiiiiiing meeeeee!"
"Which rib is more ticklish, Alayna? Is it the top ones up here?" Karoline's fingers squeezed the upper parts of her ribs that were partly and vainly protected by her bra.
"Hahahahahahahahaha! Noooo!"
"No? Ok then, what about right here?" The press secretary's fingers went down to the lower ribs and played a piano-like symphony there. Alayna could do nothing but laugh.
"I can't tell. I'm just going to have to explore your entire rib cage!" Karoline's finger scrambled madly up and down Alayna's torso. The reporters attempts to move her upper body away from the tickling were useless, and Chelsie's continued tickling of her bare feet did not help her.
"HAhahahahahahahahahaha! No moooooooore! Pleeeeeease!"
Miraculously, the tickling stopped. Alayna whole psyche practically reveled in the relief. As she recovered her breath, she was soon to realize that this reprieve would not last.
"Chelsie, come up here. Tickle her hips!" Chelsie obliged immediately, and Alayna felt Chelsie's fingers dig into her hips while Karoline started to torment her ribs again. Alayna's upperbody desperately tried to avoid the tickling, but there was nowhere to go.
"Pleeeeeeeeease! I can't take this! Hahahahahahahahahahhaha! It's torture!"
Alayna's laughter was constant, but her mind could still pick up the different styles. Karoline's method was aggressive and unforgiving, as if her fingers only wanted to inflict maximum torture. Chelsie did not share her enthusiasm, but her fingers kept hitting the very ticklish nerves in Alayna's hips that still sent the reporter into hysterics. All she could do was continue to laugh and struggle.
"Chelsie. Stop for a bit." The tickling finally stopped again. Chelsie looked at the satisfaction on Karoline's face and then at Alayna. The reporter was breathing heavily trying to catch her breath. Sweat beaded on Alayna's armpits and on her face. She was able to get her mental acumen back as Karoline looked down on her.
"Ok, Ms. Treene. When do we do the interview?" Karoline's smug look infuriated Alayna, and suddenly all her courage and defiance, rendered useless by the tickling she endured, came rushing back."
"I'm never going to do your stupid interview. I made you trip up, and I'm the one who is getting quoted. It's your incompetence that is to blame. You're just jealous! Screw you and your interview!"
Karoline's face darkened. Alayna started to regret her bravado; after all, she was still tied up and vulnerable, having been unable to do anything to prevent the tickle torment.
"Fine. You asked for this. Chelsie, where was the one spot where your older sisters tickled you that made you do anything they wanted?" Chelsie was about to answer, but Karoline cut her off. "Never mind. Let's just show her."
One with reluctance, the other with relish, both women moved up on the king sized bed and lay down flanking the helpless reporter. She turned her head nervously to both. Then she felt the men, who at this point remained almost motionless in the room, approach her feet and drag them down, stretching Alayna's upper body even more.
"Ok, Chelsie. Show her what your sisters did to you." Alayna saw Chelsie on her left, and her hand landed on her bicep, and then gently her fingers started to race a line down....down...relentlessly down...and Alayna instantly knew what was about to happen. With her arms stretched out, Alayna vainly tried to move her arms, but she knew that what was about to happen could not be avoided.
"Chelsie. No. Please. Don't tickle me there! Not there! Anywhere but there! No! Not my armpits! Please! No! You're nice person! Please! AAaahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Any words Alayna had dissolved into helpless laughter as Chelsie's fingernails started to stroke her underarms.
"Noooooooooo! Hahahahahahahahhaha! Not there! Hahahahahahahaha! Anywhere but there!"
Chelsie's technique was simple. It was just four of her fingers methodically stroking Alayna's left underarm. The perspiration that had collected on her delicate skin during her previous torment only made the rhythmic, gentle stroking under her left arm more electric. Alayna looked pleadingly at Chelsie, and then found herself looking at the intern's fingers as they continued to torment her as if watching the source of her torture would help alleviate the sensations. They did not.
"Hahahahahahahaha! Stoooooahahahahahaaap! Chelsiiiiiiieeeee pleeeeeeaaasahahahahahahaha! Stopaahahahahahahahaha tiiihihihihihihcklliiinnnnng meeeehhihihihihi!"
Chelsie may have been unenthusiastic compared to Karoline, but that did not take away the effectiveness of the fingertips stroking her armpit. Karoline seemed to pick up on Chelsie's reluctance.
"Chelsie! You're being too nice. When I say tickle her, I mean tickle her! Tickle both her armpits!"
"No, don't do that!" Alayna pleaded as Chelsie adjusted her position to climb onto her helpless victim. "Please, don't tickle me! Don't tickle me! I've had enough! Don't tickle meaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Alayna burst into laughter now that all 10 of Chelsie's fingers were tickling both of Alayna's underarms. Alayna's laughter and her struggles continued to be useless as the tickling focused on the centre of Alayna's underarms. A vague memory passed in her mind of her spa visit last week, where the esthetician used honey to sugar her armpit hairs. It did not hurt, but the application of the talcum and then the honey tickled. That seemed so insignificant compared to what Chelsie was doing now.
"Chelsieeeeeeee pleeeeeeaaaahahahahahahaha. Please stooooopppahahahahaha! I'm begging you! Hahahahahaha!" Chelsie did not stop, though Alayna noticed that she was not enjoying this. However, this meant little to the ticklish reporter who could only feel the tickle torture above everything else. Then the tickling stopped again. As Alayna recovered, she heard Karoline's impatience. "Chelsie, you're terrible at this. Go down to the suite below us and wait for me there."
As Chelsie got up and left the room, Karoline took her place. Fear replaced relief in Alayna's mind.
"She was being way to nice to you. Fun's over. Now it's time for business." Before Alayna could respond, Karoline drilled both her hands into Alayna's armpits.
"Noooooooooooooooaahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" The laughter were the only syllables Alayna could muster. All she could feel was the tickling. Karoline knew what she was doing. At one point, Alayna felt Karoline's fingernails stay in the centre of her armpit, the spidering there increasing in speed. Then she would suddenly alternate with slow stroking with one or two finger, going up and down slowly and then around the circumference of her axillary region. At this point, Alayna's laughter would subside into regular giggles that almost allowed her to catch her breath. Then suddenly Karoline would tickle her aggressively again, mixing fast spidering with deeper pressure invasion. The surprise of this would send Alayna's giggling into maniacal cackling. As a result, even more perspiration would gather on the delicate skin of her armpits, and the torment would be even worse.
"Hahahahahahahahaha! Please stop tickling meeeeeee!"
"Are you going to do the interview?"
"Never! Ahahahahahahahahaha!"
Karoline abruptly stopped tickling her.
"You know what? Fine. I don't care anymore. I don't need the interview. I can smooth things over at the White House on my own. At this point, all I need is revenge. Sweetie, I'm going to tickle you until you pass out. Boys! Help me out!"
Alayna barely had time to understand this when Karoline continued tickling her armpits. As her laughter continued, she noticed that the two men decided to join them on the bed. One stood back to back with Caroline straddling Alayna's thighs. He proceeded to the hem of her dress; with one hand, he gently stroked behind one of her knees while with the other hand he squeezed her other knee. He would then suddenly reach behind and tickle her ribs. Meanwhile, the other man knelt down and tickled her still exposed bare feet. The feeling of three people tickling her was overwhelming. Alayna felt the energy drain from her, and she felt her struggles subsiding. All she could do now was feel the tickling and hear herself laugh.
"Hahahahahahahaha! Pl...Hahahahahahahaha....I.....Pl....Hahahahahahahaha....No mo....ahahahahahahahahahaha!"
It was surreal. The strap kept her in place, but at this point they were barely necessary. The relentless tickling all over her body was the only thing of which she was conscious, and the only thing she could do was to laugh continually. The stroking of her feet....the squeezing of her knees...the fingernails behind the knees...the kneading of her ribs...the scribbling under her arms...
Alayna had no idea when her torture would end, but suddenly the door flew open, and it was Chelsie covering a cell phone.
"Karoline! Phone call. It's the Chief of Staff!"
The tickling suddenly ended. Alayna continued giggling, still feeling the after-effects of the tickling. While catching her breath, she was able to see Karoline looking less comfortable as she listened to the voice on the phone.
"Yes...What? What do you mean I'm not allowed to....I was told I....It would make things worse? I'm not to do it at all? No, of course not. I haven't done anything. I wouldn't do anything without your authorization. That interview idea was just that, an idea. Yes. I'll see you soon."
She turned to the men. "Boys. Pack up. We're leaving. As for you, Ms. Treene, apparently I'm not allowed to do an interview with you. They said it would just blow over, but an interview would just keep it in the news cycle. So all this was for nothing."
Karoline then approached Alayna's ear, and almost whispered: "So you and I will have to keep this session our little secret. It will be mutually beneficial. I'll keep my job at the White House, and you keep your credibility as your career as a journalist. You would never be able to live this down; neither would I. So shall we keep this between ourselves?" An exhausted Alayna, knowing to her chagrin that Karoline was right, nodded in agreement. Karoline got even closer to Alayna's ear: "But you know what? That was the most fun I had in a long time. The next time we face off in a press conference, and you ask me those annoying little questions of yours, I can always look back to what I did with you and smile. I made you giggle and squirm like a silly girl."
Karoline stood up, and turned to Chelsie. "Untie her, and get her out of here." With that, she left.
As Chelsie undid her bonds, Alayna turned to her.
"Why did you help her like that? I could tell you didn't want to do it."
"I am so so sorry. I didn't want to do any of that. I had no choice. She has my career in her hands. She even threatened she would do to me what she did to you. She was deciding between you and Kaitlan Collins, and she just happened to pick you. I didn't think it would come to this."
"Why don't you just leave?"
"I have two more years. Until then, I'm under her thumb. I really hate her, though. I really want to get back at her."
"I have an idea," said Alayna as she got up and sat on the bed that was the place of her tickle torment. "Why don't you be my insider source? You're in there a lot. Based on how she treats you, she doesn't think much of you, and she would never consider you as a threat."
A slow smile spread on Chelsie's face. "You know, I do have access to a lot. They're pretty careless with passwords. I'm in!"
"Great!" As Alayna put her shoes back on and went to the bathroom to towel off the sweat, she looked at herself in the mirror to fix her hair, she said to Chelsie "That was the most tortuous tickling I've experienced, and that was worse than whenever my bae tickled me while flirting, but with you as my source, it may all be worth it in the end."
Chelsie smiled and nodded in agreement.
As the two walked out of the room and headed to the elevator, Alayna smiled to herself and knew that press conferences would not be the same ever.
There. I hope you like it. I'm not as good as some authors here, but I like to contribute here and there.
Cheers.
I then dipped into fictional stories dealing with political news stories involving Cassidy Hutchison and Sarah Matthews, both whistle blowers of sorts in the first Trump administration. That two-parter is here.
I decided to write a story where the target is a reporter, so I picked CNN's White House Correspondent Alayna Treene. I've seen her in the briefing room, and I like her look, so I figured: why not? As in previous stories, if you want to do straight to the tickling and skip the set up, go to the *****
It was both an exasperating but thrilling session at the recent press conference at the White House Briefing, but CNN reporter Alayna Treene felt very proud of her work. The normally polite but persistent correspondent found herself in an unintended but heated exchange with White House Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt. Alayna had pounced on some inconsistencies in Karoline's prepared statements to the point where the Press Secretary inadvertently revealed calamitous admissions in her boss' economic policy that was now going viral. The news cycles were having a field day, and for the next few days Alayna's face and takes were seen everywhere. It seemed that her inclusion on Forbes magazine's 30 under 30 list in 2021 seemed justified.
Alayna just finished another interview with MSNBC about Leavitt's accidental revelations, and she was walking in downtown Washington DC to another interview with her former employers Axios, having received a text from one of their reporters; she didn't recognize the name, but she was always willing to the news corps that gave her break into her career. As she was walking to the hotel conference room where the Axios interview would occur, Alayna went over the interview she had just finished. Jen Psaki ended it by saying "Did you notice the perturbed look Karoline Leavitt had when she abruptly ended the press conference?" Both women had chuckled. Alayna allowed herself to smile. While she did not admit it on air, Alayna did enjoy the look on Karoline's face; she found the Press Secretary infuriatingly cocky most of the time, and it was nice to see her deflated publicly. "I wonder if there will be consequences for what happened?" she asked herself; little did Alayna know that there would be, but not in the way she assumed....
Alayna continued to her walk to the next interview. Her high heels clicked confidently on the sidewalk matching the cadence of her long brown hair bouncing on her bare shoulders. It was a comfortable evening, and her choice of wearing a dark navy sleeveless dress without the jacket seemed a smart choice. She looked forward to a quiet night after this interview. "Some me time will be nice tonight. I'm glad all my loved ones will give me some alone time tonight" she thought to herself as she entered the hotel and headed to the front desk. "Conference Room 5? I'm here to do the TV interview." The front desk clerk seemed to give a quizzical look for a nanosecond, but he told her the needed information, and Alayna mounted the elevator to the indicated floor. She entered the conference room, noting how it seemed smaller and more isolated than the others. "More privacy, I suppose." She entered the room, and she noticed that there were no cameras or lights. There were no reporters, only a young intern. She smiled shyly at Alayna and said "Hi Alayna. We're a bit behind schedule, but we're all in Suite 2500. It's a large suite, and we figured it would be more efficient if we did it there, so we unpacked everything in the room. Are you ok with that?" Alayna readily agreed. The two women walked to the elevator and went to the 25th floor; it was the penthouse suite and the only room on the floor. As she entered the room, the lights were out. She walked in further into the room as the intern stayed back to close the door; wait, why did she lock the door? The intern then clicked the light on, and Alayna saw a woman with her back to her, and a couple of men whom she assumed were camera men. Where was the equipment for the interview, Alayna asked herself. No cameras? She approached the woman, who stood up and face her with a sinister grin on her face. Alayna gasped: Karoline Leavitt!
"Karoline! What are you doing here?! I'm supposed to be with Axios!"
"Oh, you can thank Chelsie for that." Karoline pointed at the young intern, who had a look of guilt on her face. "We convinced her to text you, and you came without question. Pretty silly for such a great reporter." Karoline's voice dripped with sarcasm.
"Ok, so what now?"
"You made me look really bad in Trump's eyes. Your questions are inappropriate! I was almost fired. The only chance I have to keep my job is to get you to do a report that will exonerate me and tamp down this so-called scandal. So, you're going to interview me, and I'll write up the questions, and my answers will make all this go away."
"Do you think I'm actually going to do that? You're crazy. I'm leaving!" Alayna turned on her heels, walking past the guilty-ridden intern, but she found her way blocked by one of the men who she thought was part of the interview crew.
"Get out of my way!" The man refused to move. "Get out of my way now!" As she said that, she felt the presence of the other man behind her. Without a word, they both grabbed her. Alayna screamed as she felt herself picked up and dragged into the bedroom. The men were strong, and her struggles were useless. Karoline decided to add to her panic with verbal taunts. "We're the only ones on this floor. We rented out the suite below us too. No one will help you. You're stuck with us!" Alayna continued to struggle in vain, and then she notice the bed; there were bondage straps on it! The shock of the discovery momentarily halted her struggles. What were those for? The pause in her struggles allowed the men to forcefully throw her on the bed and pin her down. Alayna struggled again, but there was nothing she could do as the weight of the men prevented any real movement. She felt both her arms slowly pulled and pinned above her head. Karoline barked to the intern, and together they strapped the reporter's wrists into the restraints. She then felt the men get up and drag her ankles toward the foot of the bed. Karoline and Chelsie strapped Alayna's ankles in place. Karoline then stood up and admired her handiwork. There was CNN's Alayna Treene, bound and spread eagle helplessly on a bed, her struggles simply in vain.
"What are you going to do with me?" The reporter shouted defiantly.
"Are you going to do that interview with me?"
"Never! You think your cheap tricks are going to work here? I'm a respected journalist, and I have a good reputation, unlike you. You're just a hack! A puppet! A mouthpiece for lies!" In spite of her situation, Alayna refused to back down. Strangely, Karoline's response to this was only a dangerous smile.
"Ok. That's fine. I tried to be nice, but now I have to convince you the hard way." The Press Secretary slowly walked to the foot of the bed, her fingernails dragging on the bedsheet just millimeters near her hips and legs. "I have a way that can change your mind, Alayna. I saw how smugly satisfied you looked at that last PC, so I will enjoy changing you mind."
Alayna started to get worried. "W-w-what are you going to do?" She then notice Chelsie heading to the foot of the bed also. While Chelsie's face remained down, Karoline's was positively exultant. Alayna then felt both of them slowly pull off her high heels, and her bare feet felt the cool air of the room. Alayna was slowly realizing what was about to happen. Her fear was confirmed when Karoline spoke the dreaded words: "So, Alayna, are you....ticklish?"
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Alayna's eyes widened. "No! Don't do that! Please, don't do that! Karoline, no! No! Nooooooooa-aaahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Alayna's protests inevitably melted into helpless laughter as she felt Karoline and Chelsie use their fingernails to scribble all over the soles of her feet. "No! Stoooooooahahahahahaahahaaap! Don'tahahahahahahdo thaahahahahahahat! Hahahahahhahahaha!" Karoline and Chelsie were relentless. Chelsie moved her fingernails on Alayna's ticklish arch, and Alayna's desperate wiggling of her feet proved unable to avoid her fingers. Karoline added a malicious zest on her end. She grabbed Alayna's right foot and pulled her toes back. Then she methodically explored the base of her toes, and then she slowly raked her fingernails down her sole all the way to her heel, tickling there until she decided to slowly rake her fingernails back up to the base of her toes. Alayna could do nothing except laugh. "Don't do that! Hahahahahahahahaha! Not my toes! Hahahahahahahahaha! No, not there either! Hahahahahahhahahahaha! Please no moooooorrrrrrAAAAH HAHAHAHAHA!"
Alayna's laughter went up a notch. Karoline was puzzled for a second, until she realized that Chelsie started tickling between Alayna's toes. "Great idea, Chelsie! What gave you that idea?"
"My older sisters used to tickle me. They did this a lot." While Alayna continued to laugh uncontrollably, she did notice a reluctance in Chelsie's answer. That momentary question was soon obliterated as Karoline did the same move.
"Not between my toes! Hahahahahahahaha! Not between my toes!"
The tickling on her feet continued. Karoline and Chelsie continued to tickle between Alayna's toes, and then she felt forty fingernails scribbling all over her soles, arch, heel, base of toes....there was no rhyme or reason, the only constant being Alayna's laughter. "Hahahahahahahahhaa! Nooooooooo! Hahahahahahahahaha!"
Karoline then bossily ordered Chelsie to tickle both of Alayna's feet. As the reporter's laughter continued, Karoline climbed on the bed. In the middle of her laughter, she wondered what she was up to. The answer came promptly; she felt Karoline's finger tips approach the hem of Alayna's navy blue dress. She felt her fingernails slowly go underneath her dress and make contact with the soft skin behind her knees. The gentle tickling of that seldom-touched area, where only her fiancé would caress her, turned what usually was a pleasure into torment. "Ahahahahahahaha! Don't do thaaahahahahahahat! Hahahahahahaha!"
The combination of the relentless tickling of the soles of her feet combined with the deceptively gentle tickling behind her knees drove the reporter crazy.
"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha! Stoooooop! Ahhahahahahahahha!" Her struggles were energetic, and Alayna felt the sweat develop on her body. The upper seam of her dress where the sleeves would have been started to get the darker moist colouring as perspiration started to collect on her underarms.
"So Alayna? Ready to do that interview?"
"Never! Hahahahahahahahaha!"
"You really are stubborn." Karoline stopped tickling behind Alayna's knees and sat on her quads. Chelsie continued to tickle her feet while Karoline looked right in Alayna's eyes. "I'll have to amp this up." Alayna felt Karoline's finger attack her ribs; the reporter's laughter increased in volume. "Nooooooooo! Hahahahahahahahahahhaha! Stop thaaaat! Stop tickliiiiiiiing meeeeee!"
"Which rib is more ticklish, Alayna? Is it the top ones up here?" Karoline's fingers squeezed the upper parts of her ribs that were partly and vainly protected by her bra.
"Hahahahahahahahaha! Noooo!"
"No? Ok then, what about right here?" The press secretary's fingers went down to the lower ribs and played a piano-like symphony there. Alayna could do nothing but laugh.
"I can't tell. I'm just going to have to explore your entire rib cage!" Karoline's finger scrambled madly up and down Alayna's torso. The reporters attempts to move her upper body away from the tickling were useless, and Chelsie's continued tickling of her bare feet did not help her.
"HAhahahahahahahahahaha! No moooooooore! Pleeeeeease!"
Miraculously, the tickling stopped. Alayna whole psyche practically reveled in the relief. As she recovered her breath, she was soon to realize that this reprieve would not last.
"Chelsie, come up here. Tickle her hips!" Chelsie obliged immediately, and Alayna felt Chelsie's fingers dig into her hips while Karoline started to torment her ribs again. Alayna's upperbody desperately tried to avoid the tickling, but there was nowhere to go.
"Pleeeeeeeeease! I can't take this! Hahahahahahahahahahhaha! It's torture!"
Alayna's laughter was constant, but her mind could still pick up the different styles. Karoline's method was aggressive and unforgiving, as if her fingers only wanted to inflict maximum torture. Chelsie did not share her enthusiasm, but her fingers kept hitting the very ticklish nerves in Alayna's hips that still sent the reporter into hysterics. All she could do was continue to laugh and struggle.
"Chelsie. Stop for a bit." The tickling finally stopped again. Chelsie looked at the satisfaction on Karoline's face and then at Alayna. The reporter was breathing heavily trying to catch her breath. Sweat beaded on Alayna's armpits and on her face. She was able to get her mental acumen back as Karoline looked down on her.
"Ok, Ms. Treene. When do we do the interview?" Karoline's smug look infuriated Alayna, and suddenly all her courage and defiance, rendered useless by the tickling she endured, came rushing back."
"I'm never going to do your stupid interview. I made you trip up, and I'm the one who is getting quoted. It's your incompetence that is to blame. You're just jealous! Screw you and your interview!"
Karoline's face darkened. Alayna started to regret her bravado; after all, she was still tied up and vulnerable, having been unable to do anything to prevent the tickle torment.
"Fine. You asked for this. Chelsie, where was the one spot where your older sisters tickled you that made you do anything they wanted?" Chelsie was about to answer, but Karoline cut her off. "Never mind. Let's just show her."
One with reluctance, the other with relish, both women moved up on the king sized bed and lay down flanking the helpless reporter. She turned her head nervously to both. Then she felt the men, who at this point remained almost motionless in the room, approach her feet and drag them down, stretching Alayna's upper body even more.
"Ok, Chelsie. Show her what your sisters did to you." Alayna saw Chelsie on her left, and her hand landed on her bicep, and then gently her fingers started to race a line down....down...relentlessly down...and Alayna instantly knew what was about to happen. With her arms stretched out, Alayna vainly tried to move her arms, but she knew that what was about to happen could not be avoided.
"Chelsie. No. Please. Don't tickle me there! Not there! Anywhere but there! No! Not my armpits! Please! No! You're nice person! Please! AAaahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Any words Alayna had dissolved into helpless laughter as Chelsie's fingernails started to stroke her underarms.
"Noooooooooo! Hahahahahahahahhaha! Not there! Hahahahahahahaha! Anywhere but there!"
Chelsie's technique was simple. It was just four of her fingers methodically stroking Alayna's left underarm. The perspiration that had collected on her delicate skin during her previous torment only made the rhythmic, gentle stroking under her left arm more electric. Alayna looked pleadingly at Chelsie, and then found herself looking at the intern's fingers as they continued to torment her as if watching the source of her torture would help alleviate the sensations. They did not.
"Hahahahahahahaha! Stoooooahahahahahaaap! Chelsiiiiiiieeeee pleeeeeeaaasahahahahahahaha! Stopaahahahahahahahaha tiiihihihihihihcklliiinnnnng meeeehhihihihihi!"
Chelsie may have been unenthusiastic compared to Karoline, but that did not take away the effectiveness of the fingertips stroking her armpit. Karoline seemed to pick up on Chelsie's reluctance.
"Chelsie! You're being too nice. When I say tickle her, I mean tickle her! Tickle both her armpits!"
"No, don't do that!" Alayna pleaded as Chelsie adjusted her position to climb onto her helpless victim. "Please, don't tickle me! Don't tickle me! I've had enough! Don't tickle meaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Alayna burst into laughter now that all 10 of Chelsie's fingers were tickling both of Alayna's underarms. Alayna's laughter and her struggles continued to be useless as the tickling focused on the centre of Alayna's underarms. A vague memory passed in her mind of her spa visit last week, where the esthetician used honey to sugar her armpit hairs. It did not hurt, but the application of the talcum and then the honey tickled. That seemed so insignificant compared to what Chelsie was doing now.
"Chelsieeeeeeee pleeeeeeaaaahahahahahahaha. Please stooooopppahahahahaha! I'm begging you! Hahahahahaha!" Chelsie did not stop, though Alayna noticed that she was not enjoying this. However, this meant little to the ticklish reporter who could only feel the tickle torture above everything else. Then the tickling stopped again. As Alayna recovered, she heard Karoline's impatience. "Chelsie, you're terrible at this. Go down to the suite below us and wait for me there."
As Chelsie got up and left the room, Karoline took her place. Fear replaced relief in Alayna's mind.
"She was being way to nice to you. Fun's over. Now it's time for business." Before Alayna could respond, Karoline drilled both her hands into Alayna's armpits.
"Noooooooooooooooaahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" The laughter were the only syllables Alayna could muster. All she could feel was the tickling. Karoline knew what she was doing. At one point, Alayna felt Karoline's fingernails stay in the centre of her armpit, the spidering there increasing in speed. Then she would suddenly alternate with slow stroking with one or two finger, going up and down slowly and then around the circumference of her axillary region. At this point, Alayna's laughter would subside into regular giggles that almost allowed her to catch her breath. Then suddenly Karoline would tickle her aggressively again, mixing fast spidering with deeper pressure invasion. The surprise of this would send Alayna's giggling into maniacal cackling. As a result, even more perspiration would gather on the delicate skin of her armpits, and the torment would be even worse.
"Hahahahahahahahaha! Please stop tickling meeeeeee!"
"Are you going to do the interview?"
"Never! Ahahahahahahahahaha!"
Karoline abruptly stopped tickling her.
"You know what? Fine. I don't care anymore. I don't need the interview. I can smooth things over at the White House on my own. At this point, all I need is revenge. Sweetie, I'm going to tickle you until you pass out. Boys! Help me out!"
Alayna barely had time to understand this when Karoline continued tickling her armpits. As her laughter continued, she noticed that the two men decided to join them on the bed. One stood back to back with Caroline straddling Alayna's thighs. He proceeded to the hem of her dress; with one hand, he gently stroked behind one of her knees while with the other hand he squeezed her other knee. He would then suddenly reach behind and tickle her ribs. Meanwhile, the other man knelt down and tickled her still exposed bare feet. The feeling of three people tickling her was overwhelming. Alayna felt the energy drain from her, and she felt her struggles subsiding. All she could do now was feel the tickling and hear herself laugh.
"Hahahahahahahaha! Pl...Hahahahahahahaha....I.....Pl....Hahahahahahahaha....No mo....ahahahahahahahahahaha!"
It was surreal. The strap kept her in place, but at this point they were barely necessary. The relentless tickling all over her body was the only thing of which she was conscious, and the only thing she could do was to laugh continually. The stroking of her feet....the squeezing of her knees...the fingernails behind the knees...the kneading of her ribs...the scribbling under her arms...
Alayna had no idea when her torture would end, but suddenly the door flew open, and it was Chelsie covering a cell phone.
"Karoline! Phone call. It's the Chief of Staff!"
The tickling suddenly ended. Alayna continued giggling, still feeling the after-effects of the tickling. While catching her breath, she was able to see Karoline looking less comfortable as she listened to the voice on the phone.
"Yes...What? What do you mean I'm not allowed to....I was told I....It would make things worse? I'm not to do it at all? No, of course not. I haven't done anything. I wouldn't do anything without your authorization. That interview idea was just that, an idea. Yes. I'll see you soon."
She turned to the men. "Boys. Pack up. We're leaving. As for you, Ms. Treene, apparently I'm not allowed to do an interview with you. They said it would just blow over, but an interview would just keep it in the news cycle. So all this was for nothing."
Karoline then approached Alayna's ear, and almost whispered: "So you and I will have to keep this session our little secret. It will be mutually beneficial. I'll keep my job at the White House, and you keep your credibility as your career as a journalist. You would never be able to live this down; neither would I. So shall we keep this between ourselves?" An exhausted Alayna, knowing to her chagrin that Karoline was right, nodded in agreement. Karoline got even closer to Alayna's ear: "But you know what? That was the most fun I had in a long time. The next time we face off in a press conference, and you ask me those annoying little questions of yours, I can always look back to what I did with you and smile. I made you giggle and squirm like a silly girl."
Karoline stood up, and turned to Chelsie. "Untie her, and get her out of here." With that, she left.
As Chelsie undid her bonds, Alayna turned to her.
"Why did you help her like that? I could tell you didn't want to do it."
"I am so so sorry. I didn't want to do any of that. I had no choice. She has my career in her hands. She even threatened she would do to me what she did to you. She was deciding between you and Kaitlan Collins, and she just happened to pick you. I didn't think it would come to this."
"Why don't you just leave?"
"I have two more years. Until then, I'm under her thumb. I really hate her, though. I really want to get back at her."
"I have an idea," said Alayna as she got up and sat on the bed that was the place of her tickle torment. "Why don't you be my insider source? You're in there a lot. Based on how she treats you, she doesn't think much of you, and she would never consider you as a threat."
A slow smile spread on Chelsie's face. "You know, I do have access to a lot. They're pretty careless with passwords. I'm in!"
"Great!" As Alayna put her shoes back on and went to the bathroom to towel off the sweat, she looked at herself in the mirror to fix her hair, she said to Chelsie "That was the most tortuous tickling I've experienced, and that was worse than whenever my bae tickled me while flirting, but with you as my source, it may all be worth it in the end."
Chelsie smiled and nodded in agreement.
As the two walked out of the room and headed to the elevator, Alayna smiled to herself and knew that press conferences would not be the same ever.
There. I hope you like it. I'm not as good as some authors here, but I like to contribute here and there.
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