Good day all. So I write the beginning of a little tickle story based on a friend Iāve met on here and I wanted to share it with you all. Let me know your thoughts š
EMILYāS TICKLISH WORKOUT (part 1??)
Tying her shoe laces, setting up her fitness watch and putting her headphones in. Emily is gym ready! She has tight cycling shorts, a loose vest top, long brown hair tied into a pony-tail. Defined muscles all across her shoulders, her arms and her legs. Emily loves the gym.
Emily walks out of the changing room, across the gym floor towards the treadmills for a light warm up. This is the same warm up as every gym sessions, and with the same routine of warm up, she has the same routine of people checking her out. The power lifters all stop their reps to make an effort to say good evening to Emily. Though Emily can only blush slightly and bow her head to hide her smile. She is very shy. The girls who are apart of the cycling class take note of Emily beautiful curves and she walks past. Even the pretty girls, who are there in full make up and only come to the gym to chat up the men in the gym, have to appreciate her. Thereās a petite pretty blonde who is there more often than not, she canāt even resist from giving her a cheeky wink. Emily is drop dead gorgeous and everyone knows it, except maybe Emily. She gets to the treadmill, puts her water down and begins her workout.
This is Emilyās release. The gym is relaxation. She need to find a way to unwind, sheās just moved house and has been working all day. All she needs now is time for herself. It is still a new gym to her since moving house, but in the past fews weeks everyone has been very kind and welcoming of her. She finishes on the treadmill and starts lifting weights. Over the next 30 minutes she sees the power lifter leave. All smiling to her as they go. Next is the cycling class. Then the blonde girl bites her lip as she locks eyes with Emily as she heads to the door.
Emily then moves onto the lat machine, sets her weight and begins to pull down the bar behind her head. She can feel all muscles in their shoulders and arms working hard for her. She increases the weight for her next set, and then a third and final time.
While Emily rests before pushing for her finals reps, sheās noticing something strange. Everyone is gone. Of course she remembers the powerlifters and cyclists and pretty girls all left. But thereās usually a few other people like herself in the gym. People who donāt come in groups or with friends, just themselves. She removes her headphones and it is silent as a grave. She canāt even see a single member of staff. She looks at the clock on the wall and sees that it is 8:30pm, later than normal for her. But still, should it be this quiet?
Emily reaches up to grab the bar again. āBest make this my last one, maybe theyāre shutting early today and nobody informed meā. Then, the silence is broken. By a short, horrid screeching sound and something touches Emilyās hand. She spins to see what is it and someone is wrapping duct tape around her hand whilst it is still gripping the bar! Before Emily had chance to react, a hand grabs her wrist on the other hand, preventing her to let go and wraps duct tape around on it again.
āGET OFF, WHAT THE HELLā Emily cried out.
More and more duct tape gets added to each hand and now Emily canāt get her hands away. She trashes and pulls, but the weights that she herself just added to the bar prevent her from moving too much. Her legs kick about as she tries with all her strength to get free.
āHey! Whatās the big idea! What do you think youāre doing to ā¦ā¦ā¦.ā But before Emily has chance to finish her sentence, a dark cloaked figure emerges in front of her wearing an old scream masks from the movies. Emilyās eyes widen. Sheās frozen like a dear in headlights. Whose is this man. What does he want? Her heart beats fast, the sense of panic sets in as she tried to pull herself away from the bar. And fear sets in..
Emily began to speak as best she could.
āUmmmā¦..whatā¦. I mean whoā¦ā¦ I mean ā¦..ā but again, before she can finish her sentence the cloaked bursts with explosive speed grabbing her legs and duct taping her ankles to the bench that she was straddling.
āNO! GET OFF ME!ā Emilys panic protests yell out. āHELP ME, PLEASE SOMEBODYā
But no response called back. The scream takes great care in securing her ankles tightly to the bench, before walking behind her and increasing the weight of the bar higher than Emily can ever dream to lift.
Emily is bound by each hand to the bar, which, even if she hadnāt just completed a work out, couldnāt possibly move. As well as her ankles tied to the bench so is unable to kick her way out. All she can do is sit there, helpless, and wonder why.
The scream circles around Emily 3 times, admiring his work. He pauses for a moment then slowly approaches Emily. He places his hand on her cheek and strokes her with his thumb. Emily pulls her head away but the scream just runs the back on his fingers down the side of her neck and up her arm. Then brings the tips of his fingers down her arm and over her smooth armpits and down her sides.
āMmmmm!!ā Emily twitches when her armpits are touched. She hates being touched there as she is incredibly ticklish. She would always be tormented at school for being so ticklish when she was younger. The scream repeats his finger tip strokes in reverse this time. Up her sides, over her armpits, up and back down her arm and up the side of her neck. Again, she tenses up with the touch of her armpit being touched, and the screamed noticed.
He takes his index finger and starts lightly and slowly scratching her neck and behind her ear.
āOi! I donāt know what the big idea is here but you need to stop that or else!ā Emily tried to pull her head away again but thereās no where to go. āStop It now! Iām serious!ā He then runs his index up her arm again, then back down. But instead of running it down over her armpit to her sides, he stops at her armpit and teasing scratches his finger lightly. āHA! No! Stop this, that tickles!ā
The scream stops, take a step back and tilts his head sideways. āOh shit! Did I just say that out loudā Emily thought. The dark eyes of the mask staring into her soul. āWhy did he just take so much interest in what I saidā
The masked man tilts his head back, lifts his hands up in the air and wiggles his fingers. The blood drained from Emilys face!
āYou canāt be serious!ā Emily asked, great fear in her voice. The scream worrying responds. He nods his head. And slowly moves in closer to her, still teasingly wiggling his fingers.
āPlease no, donāt!ā Closer he gets. āYou canāt!ā Closer still. āNooooo!ā Emily shuts her eyes tight awaiting her fate. A few seconds pass, she reluctantly opens her eyes, her body tense. The mask is inches from her face. āAre you ready?ā The masked man finally spoke. āThis is gonna be funā¦.ā
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