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The Game [FF/F, Adult]
This is a story involving a devious tickling game. It features my OCs Allison, a beautiful blonde bombshell with brains to match her beauty, and Adam, who I use in everything. This story has no Romance though, so if you want that check out my other story, Ticklish Romance. Don't worry as I have another Romance story in the works.
Now, this part doesn't actually have any tickling in it, it just sets the mood. Don't fret though as I will be posting the next part tomorrow. It's halfway done and I wanted to get something up before the night was over. Enjoy!
EDIT: This story contains some adult situations and language.
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The Game
How did I get roped into this? Allison thought to herself. She was currently strapped tightly to a bondage table, her arms stretched out to her sides and tied tightly to the cold, black leather. The most movement she could get was that of her fingers, which would amount to nothing in the end. Sure she could flip off her tormentor but that would only make things worse. Her legs were in a similar position, bound tightly together and to the same cold leather with her ankles in a set of small wooden stocks. Her socks and sneakers were still on though, so she didn't have to worry about anyone touching her feet.
Just stay calm. It's just part of the game.. You can handle it; and once it's over you'll get your wish! Allison tried to comfort herself with her thoughts. It all seemed too good to be true, and now she was starting to believe it. She started to curse herself for her gullibility but was thrust back into reality by the feeling of a hand on her leg.
"Mhmm so smooth. You must take very good care of yourself." Spoke a man in a black trenchcoat.
Allison craned her neck to look the man in the eyes, or rather, glasses. The man wore dark, round glasses over his eyes and a fudora on his head. He pushed his glasses up his nose and grinned at her. A wave of fear washed over her for some reason.
"What kind of sick game is this?!" Allison shouted at him.
The man simply laughed. "My dear Allison, you agreed to play the game didn't you? This is all part of it. The rules were you would play the game and if you won you would get your wish. However, if you lost, you would agree to work for us indefinitely, allowing us to use your 'services' whenever we needed." He walked over to her head and ran his hand through her hair. She had beautiful blonde hair in perfect curls that went down to her shoulders. In this case her hair dangled a foot or so off the table.
"Yes I agreed to play the game but I didn't think it would be something like this! What kind of a game involves me being strapped to a table?! What are you gonna do to me?!"
The man in black touched his hand to her face, causing her to turn her head away. "Rest assured my dear. No harm will come to you whatsoever. You read that in the agreement and we stick to our terms. If at any point you feel you are in danger, simply say so and we will stop. However, if you say so and you are not in danger, there will be dire consequences. We take things very seriously in this organization. Lying will NOT be tolerated."
He moved his face close to hers and stared into her eyes through his dark round glasses. Allison shivered in fear and a bead of sweat ran down her forehead. The man pulled back and smiled at her, adjusting his glasses once more.
"But as I have said, no harm will come to you. You may think you are in danger but I assure you you are not. Now, it is time to play the game."
With that the man raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the only door to the room opened. Two women dressed as surgeons entered the room. One of them pushed a tray that was covered by a cloth. Both women stood on either side of the man and stared at Allison. Allison's breathing began to quicken and one thought raced through her head:
Okay note to self: DON'T OPEN JUNK MAIL!!!
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Eight Days Earlier.....
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It was a beautiful Summer day. The sky was blue and not a cloud could be seen. Allison was driving home from the store with her childhood friend Adam next to her. They also went through a car wash as Allison's baby blue four-door Camero was in desperate need of a wash. They were approaching Allison's street when...
SPLAT!!
A white dot appeared on the windshield with a loud splat.
"You've gotta be shitting me..." Allison facepalmed.
"Yeah... I think that's what he just did." Adam chuckled. Allison shot him a death glare. "What? He did!"
"That's not funny! We just went through the car wash!"
"You know, they say that's supposed to be good luck."
"Suuure, good luck. It's one of the two things that ALWAYS happen when you get your car washed."
Adam looked puzzled. "Two things that always happen? What would those be?"
Allison sighed. "Whenever you get your car washed one of two things will always happen. EIther it will rain right after you get it washed, or a bird will shit on it. In this case, we got the bird. I would have prefered the rain."
"I see. Well don't worry, we're about at your house and I'll wash it off when we get there. I know how you can't stand touching shit."
"I can't see how you manage it. It's just so disgusting!"
"I can't see how you can't. You live with a dog don't you? Surely you have to pick up it's shit now and then. That's how I got used to it. I've had to clean up after my dogs since we got them. It's really no big deal. Just be sure you don't squeeze it, and if it's real mushy--"
"That's enough! I don't need to hear anymore! I get the point!" Allison shushed him. Poo talk always grossed her out.
"Hehe okay. You're such a girl Ali. You can't handle anything 'gross'." He stuck his tongue out at her.
"Well excuuuuuuuuuuuuse me for being a girl! Hmmph!".
"Okay okay relax. I'm sorry I grossed you out. You just need to toughen up a little. I'm not saying you need to make a drastic change or anything, just try to conquer some of your fears. Or at least work on it. You're so fragile."
He stared at her for a moment, just watching her. They had the windows down and her hair flowed with the breeze. She was beautiful; just a little shorter than he was at 5'5" with blue eyes, long curly blonde hair, a handful of freckles on her perfect face, a smile that could warm a winter frost, your perfect blonde bombshell. But Allison was no dummy; she got straight A's in school and half of her classes were AP classes. She was going to be a Zoologist, which was funny since she hated poop. She ran track, was captain of the tennis team, and Prom Queen at her Senior Prom. Adam considered himself lucky to be as close as he was to her. They had been friends since kindergarten and did everything together. You'd think they'd be dating but they just didn't feel that way towards each other. Adam thought about it more than once but he knew how Allison felt so he didn't push the issue. What was even stranger was they were both still single. Every guy in school wanted Allison and she refused just about all of them. From jocks with no brains to nerds with no lives, she's seen them all. She didn't discriminate against anyone and gave them all a chance, but there just wasn't anything there.
Adam on the other hand wasn't that popular with the ladies. He wasn't bad looking in any way: he could rival Brad Pitt with his looks. He was 5'7" with short brown hair, the most beautiful blue eyes you've ever seen, a great smile, facial hair that vaguely resembled a beard but didn't come in enough to fully form one, and a great sense of humor. He was a little chubby but that didn't stop him from being atheletic. He was vice captain of the men's tennis team, captain of the hockey team and played on the varsity football team. You could say he was a jock but he also had brains. He too was a straight A student with several AP classes. He wasn't completely sure what he wanted as his career yet, but he strived to do well regardless. On top of all that, he was an otaku.
The blue car pulled into the driveway of a two-story brick house on a dead-end street. The two got out and Adam carried the groceries for Allison. He was chivalrous to a fault with women, it was a curse; that on top of being too nice for his own good. Allison unlocked the front door and held it open as Adam carried in the white plastic bags full of their spoils from the store. As she closed and relocked the door, Allison noticed the mail scattered across the floor.
"Damn mailslot. We really need to get a mailbox already." She grunted as she bent down and picked up the envelopes and flyer.
"What are you bitching about now?" Adam teased as he started putting the groceries away.
"The usual: the world isn't perfect enough for one such as me, I'm not filthy rich, and the damn mail keeps spilling all over the floor."
Adam laughed. "I don't know why you hate the mail so much. If it bothers you that much just put a box or something in front of the slot to catch it. Oh hey monkey!"
Allison's little Shi-tzu came to greet them. Her name was Satoko but she was often called monkey because she jumps around so much. She would climb up the furniture and jump from the couch to the love seat to the chair and back, and would always be jumping up into Allison's lap.
"Hi little one! How are you? Did you miss me?" Allison bent down and picked up her little dog. Satoko barked happily and licked Allison's face. She was the cutest little dog and really sweet too. Being a Shi-tzu she was small and had long hair, but was really beautiful. Her hair was white with brown patches and it often covered her eyes. Allison usually had her hair pulled up on top of her head with a bow in it to hold it there, but Satoko would just shake her head and send the bow flying. Allison hugged Satoko and kissed her then set her down. Satoko ran over to Adam who did the same, then ran and jumped up in Allison's father's recliner.
"Such a good dog." Adam said to Satoko.
Allison smiled as Satoko made herself comfortable, circling a couple times before finally sitting down. She was just so cute! Allison set the mail on the counter and hung up her keys, then pushed her purse aside and started sifting through the mail. She would have helped Adam but he had already put all the groceries away and threw away the bags. He was fast like that since he had been cleaning for most of his life.
"Let's see... bill, bill, junk, junk, flyer, junk, ju-- wait, what's this?" Allison held up a pink envelope. It was addressed to her with a return address she didn't recognize.
"I dunno. Who's it from?"
Allison examined the return address again. "Laughing Stock Inc. Never heard of them."
"Neither have I. Open it up, see what it is. It's to you after all." Adam's curiousity was getting the better of him.
Allison nodded. "It's probably just junk mail but you never know." She tore open the pink envelope and pulled out a typewritten letter with a survey-like paper and another, smaller envelope. Allison looked to Adam then back to the letter. She read it aloud:
"To Miss Allison Flyhight,
Have you ever heard stories of Genies that live in Magic Lamps that grant wishes? Have you ever wished you could have one for yourself and have your own wishes granted? -Well consider this envelope your Magic Lamp and our company your Genie. We offer you the chance to have one wish granted. One wish-- no matter what it may be! At absolutely no cost to you! Now, we're sure you're thinking, 'there's no way this could be true!' but believe us when we say it's true! All you have to do is fill out the questionaire that came with this letter and answer 'Yes!' to the question at the bottom, then stick it in the enclosed envelope and send it on it's way! That's it! After that you will be contacted with instructions on how your wish will be granted. Simple yes? Of course it is! The one wish you've always dreamed of coming true can now actually come true and all you have to do is tell us what it is and say yes! Once we recieve your response, and we're sure we will, we will contact you with further instructions. Don't worry, there will be absolutely no charge whatsoever and you are under no obligation! You can throw this letter and everything that came with it away right now and not give it a second thought if you wanted, but then you'd be missing out on the chance of a lifetime! So what are you waiting for? Fill out the questionaire and send it in! We're eagerly awaiting your response!
Sincerely,
Laughing Stock Inc."
Allison put the letter down and looked at Adam. He looked back at her and the two stared at each other for a few moments. They both burst out laughing a few moments later.
"Consider this company your Genie! Hahahaha!" Adam laughed. "That's the worst scam I've ever heard!"
"Yeah and 'absolutely no cost to you!'? Yeah right! There's ALWAYS a cost! Ha!" Allison laughed.
The two laughed and joked about the letter for a few minutes before finally calming down. Allison looked at the letter on the counter and then back to Adam.
"What if..."
Adam shook his head. "Come on Ali you're not actually thinking of believing this are you? It's clearly a joke!"
"I know that! But still, what if it was actually real? Could you imagine what it would be like to have any wish you want granted? Just think about it! I could have whatever I want!"
"You already have everything you want! You're the most popular girl in school, have the most beautiful body and face, rich parents who can and will buy you anything and everything you want... what more could you possibly want?"
Allison blushed at Adam's comment. He often complimented her on her looks but that was the first time he called her beautiful. He realized what he said a second later and blushed himself, turning away and scratching his head. Allison spoke up.
"There are things that money can't buy you know."
Adam turned back to her. "Like what? A cure for extreme ticklishness?"
Allison shot him another glare. "Very funny."
"What? It's not my fault you're so ticklish! Hey... maybe this is just a ploy to get you to come to some place so they can trap you and tickle you sensless!"
Allison chuckled. "If that's the case then how do I know YOU didn't send this letter?! You always used to torture me when we were kids; pinning or tying me down and tickling me until I was a wreck. I have nightmares about you tickling my feet sometimes. Ugh that killed me! I still hate you for it you know!"
"Oh give me a break we were just kids then! When's the last time I tickled you huh? 13 years ago! The most I touch you now is a friendly hug or pat on the back these days, or holding your hand at the doctor's office."
"Yeah but this could be your way to tickle me again. You could say you're overdue." She stared at him.
"You really think I'm behind this?"
Allison nodded. "Yes I do. You always pulled stuff like this when we were kids. Tricking me every way you could so you could tickle me. I don't know why I fell for it every time. I'm certainly not falling for it this time. Nice try though. Very nice tough with the letter and all." She turned to walk to her room.
Adam sighed a long sigh. "Give me more credit than that. If I was going to do something like this I wouldn't have you send anything back. I'd ask you to come somewhere. And you should also know... that I would never do anything that you hate so much. Why do you think I stopped tickling you? I realized how much you dispised it and vowed to never do it again. You think I would actually do the one thing you hate more than anything in the world to you?"
Allison stopped and turned back to Adam. He had a very serious look on his face, the look that meant he was telling the truth and was being very sincere. He rarely showed this look because he was always joking around and smiling, but every now and then he would be serious.
"Adam..." She walked over to him. "I'm sorry. I overreacted. Just hearing the word 'tickle' sends waves of memories flooding back to me and it drives me crazy. I'm sorry I suspected you. I know you wouldn't do anything I hate."
He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her. "It's all right, I know you didn't mean it. I'm sorry I teased you about tickling. I know how much you hate it. I'm sure this letter has absolutely nothing to do with tickling. It's probably some scam that wants to take money from you some way. If you want to do it, go ahead and do it. I'll be with you every step of the way."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged back. "Thanks. I'm sure it's fine. I know you'll be there with me, you're always there for me. Even when we were kids you were always there when I needed someone. That meant a lot to me and I was always so grateful to you for it."
"Hey, what are best friends for huh? I'll always be there for you Ali. Always." He rubbed her back a little.
"Thank you." She smiled and let out a soft sigh.
The two stood there for a few minutes embracing each other before they let go. Allison walked back to the counter and picked up the questionaire that came with the letter. It was the shortest questionaire she had ever seen. Only three questions were on it with one question in big, bold letters at the bottom. Adam examined it with her and Allison made a decision.
"I'm gonna do it. What the hell right? There's no money involved and it doesn't ask for any personal information, so what do I have to lose?"
Adam nodded. "Yeah, go for it! Who knows, it might actually be real. What would you wish for if it was?"
Allison blushed. "I'd... I'd wish for... true love."
Adam's heart sank a little. He'd always had feelings for Allison but they were such good friends he didn't want to risk ruining their friendship by trying to have a relationship. Although just the thought of her with another guy killed him. He wanted her to be his but he knew it wasn't meant to be.
"That's a great wish. I'm sure you'll find it some day. Who knows, the guy of your dreams might be closer than you think."
Allison laughed. "Yeah right. Now let's see about these questions. Hmm... 'What do you wish for?', 'Are you over 18?', and 'What is your primary phone number?' Pretty easy questions." Allison wrote in 'True Love', 'Yes', and her phone number. "At the bottom it just says 'Yes or no?' and wants an answer."
"The letter did say 'say yes!'. Maybe that's what it meant?"
Allison nodded. "Yeah that's probably it." She checked the box next to 'YES!' and put the paper in the enclosed envelope. The envelope was self addressed and stamped with 'postage paid by company' where the stamp would be, so all Allison needed to do was put it in the mailbox. "I guess that's it. Now we just wait. It says to allow 3-5 days for delivery and 2-3 days for contact. So 8 days at the most, hopefully." She sealed the envelope and turned to Adam. "Here's hoping it's real."
He smiled at her. "Trust me, it's real. In 8 days you'll have true love. Congrats Ali!"
Allison laughed. "Don't congratulate me just yet, I haven't even sent the letter back."
"Then what are you waiting for? Put it in the mailbox!"
"Okay!"
Allison opened the front door and stuck the letter in the small box on the wall beside it. Outgoing mail went in the box and incoming mail came in through the slot that she hated. She closed the door and walked back to Adam.
"Well that's it. What do we do now?"
He thought for a moment. "Hmm, wanna watch something?"
"Sure. Got anything in mind?"
Adam nodded. "Yeah, actually I do. I found a new Anime that I think you'll really like. C'mon, I'll pull up the first episode."
Allison laughed. "How did I know you were gonna say that? All right. Sounds great."
The two went into Allison's room and started watching Anime. They ended up watching Anime for the rest of the day until Allison fell asleep. Her head rested gently on Adam's shoulder. Adam smiled as he watched her sleep, happy that his precious friend was sleeping so soundly. He gently picked her up and put her in bed, but not before carefully removing her sneakers. He thought about removing her white socks but he knew how much she hated it when people touched her feet. So he just slid her into bed and pulled the covers over her. He shut her computer down and carefully closed the door, then went back to his own house where he retired for the night.
The days went by faster than Allison thought they would and before she knew it, she got a phone call from a number she didn't recognize.
"Hello?"
"Hello, may I please speak to Allison Flyhight?" A male voice politely asked.
"This is she."
"Hello Allison. I'm calling from Laughing Stock Inc. We got your questionaire and were wondering if you were still interested."
I don't believe it, it's them! She thought to herself. "Yes, yes I'm very interested!"
"That's great!" The voice seemed very pleased. "I'm just going to double check a couple things to make sure everything is in order. Do you have a few minutes?"
"Yes I have time." She answered. She was sitting in her living room playing with her dog, so she had all the time int he world.
"Perfect! Now, you stated you are over 18. How old are you?"
"I'm 23."
"Great! You said your wish was true love. Is that true?"
Allison blushed. "Yes, that's true."
The voice chuckled. "That's so sweet. That is a very easy wish to grant. Now the last question. This is your primary phone number correct?"
"Yes it is. This is my cell. I can always be reached on it, anytime, day or night."
"All right! That's everything. All that's left is for you to come to our office building and sign the contract and we're all set! When would be most convienient for you?"
Allison thought for a moment. I don't have any class tomorrow but Adam does. I'd like him to go with me but if it's just for paperwork I can go by myself. I'll make sure he comes for the actual wish-granting. I can't believe this is real! Oooooh I'm so excited!! "I'm free tomorrow."
"That's great! How does 1 PM sound?"
"That would be fine."
"Great! We look forward to seeing you tomorrow!"
"I look forward to seeing you too!"
"Good bye!"
"Bye!"
Allison hung up her phone and stared at the piece of paper in her hand. It had the address of the office buliding she would be going to tomorrow. She couldn't believe it. Her wish was actually going to be granted! She would finally find true love!
"How about that shit Satoko!? I'm getting my wish granted! Yippee!!" Allison picked up Satoko and happily danced around with her. Satoko barked along with Allison's happy singing, confused at what was going on. After a few minutes she stopped and put Satoko down, who ran and jumped up into the recliner again. Allsion giggled and picked her phone up again. She would call Adam and tell him of what just happened. Adam didn't like the idea of her going by herself but agreed that since it was just for signing paperwork that it would be alright. He too wanted to go with her for the actual wish granting.
Allison busied herself the rest of the day by studying and doing housework, and when it was finally time to sleep she took a sleeping pill because she was too excited to sleep. The pill worked wonders and she was out before she knew it. When she woke up it was 10 AM and she had plenty of time to get ready. By the time 1 PM rolled around she was pulling into the parking lot of a small gray office building. The words "Laughing Stock Inc" were printed on the side and a couple cars were parked in an employee partking lot. There were a few small trees in front of the building and a gravel path leading up to the front door. Allison walked along the path, the gravel crunching under her sneakers as she made her way to the glass door. She pulled it open and went through, a bell sounding to notify the employees someone was entering.
Inside it looked like a doctor's office. There was a small waiting room with several chairs and a window where a clerk sat behind. Allison approached the window and smiled. A woman in a uniform not unlike one a doctor's assistant would wear greeted her with a smile in return.
"Hello. My name is Allison, I have a 1 PM appointment."
The woman nodded. "Ah yes Allison Flyhight. Right on time. We like that." She smiled and pulled out a clipboard with a packet of paper on it. She handed it to Allison through a slot in the window. "If you'll just fill these out all will be in order. It shouldn't take you too long."
Allison took the clipboard and pulled the pen from the metal at the top. "Ok. I'll get started on this then."
The clerk nodded. "Great. You can have a seat anywhere. Just bring it back when you're finished."
Allison nodded back. "Okay, will do."
She sat down next to the door she came in from and started on her paperwork. It was your basic legal mumbo jumbo. 'You agree to the terms and blah blah blah' and 'You will not press charges agains us blah blah blah'. The one thing she didn't see throughout all the paper was anything indicating it would cost anything. There was no price or even the mention of money on any of the pages. Allison was a little confused but didn't mind as she didn't want to pay anything anyway. She finished up the packet and turned to the last page where she found one last question waiting for her:
You agree to play the game and abide by all game rules.
Play the game? What game? Allison scanned the packet looking for anything about a game. As she thought there was nothing. The last page said nothing about this 'game' either, just had a line for her to sign her name. Well, if it's just a game it can't be that bad, and I am able to quit at any time. So if there's any money involved I'll just back out. And besides, Adam will be with me so nothing will happen. She signed her name and walked up to the clerk again.
"Excuse me, I finished the packet. What's this about a game?"
The clerk turned to her and smiled again. "That's great! The game is how the wish is granted. If you win the game your wish is granted. If you lose, you don't get your wish. Simple as that."
"I see. May I see the rules for this game?"
The clerk flipped to the back of Allison's packet. "You did sign the agreement saying you would play, so here is a copy of the rules."
The clerk handed Allison another piece of paper. On the paper were five typewritten sentences and a place for her to sign her name. Allison read the rules but was no less confused.
1. Game time is set to sixty (60) minutes. During the game you will not say the word 'stop'.
2. If you say the word 'stop' game time will be increased and you will lose one piece.
3. Each time you say 'stop' you will lose another piece and game time will be increased.
4. When you have lost all pieces there will be no way to stop until the game is over.
5. If you say the sentence 'The Monkey Has a Red Bottom' the game will end. However, ending the game this way will result in your wish NOT being granted and the company will be able to call upon your services whenever it is deemed necessary.
Since you are viewing this sheet you have already signed the agreement to play The Game. You must sign this paper to certify that you have read and agree to the rules. This serves as your official contract. Those who attempt to break this contract shall be prosecuted to the full extent of the company's law.
Okay... so as long as I win I get my wish. Sounds easy enough. I wonder what kind of game it is? Allison thought to herself. Finally she signed the paper and handed it back to the clerk. The clerk read it over and confirmed she signed it, then looked back to Allison.
"Okay, all is in order. Now if you'll go through that door and in the door at the end of the hall we'll begin."
Allison stared at the clerk. "Begin? I thought this was just to sign paperwork?"
The clerk nodded. "It was. But since you're here we may as well grant your wish now shall we? We wouldn't want you to have to make another trip back here when you're already here."
"B-but I wasn't ready! I wanted someone to be here with me. Just let me call him and he'll be right over." Allison pulled out her phone and started dialing.
"I'm afraid I can't allow that ma'm. No visitors are allowed. And since you signed all the paperwork you have no choice but to begin. You did agree after all."
Allison felt panic building within her. She was trapped in a strange area, all alone, and was not allowed to leave or make any calls. She felt her heart rate quicken and her breathing shorten. "W-we have to begin now? Can't I have my friend come, please?"
The clerk shook her head. "I'm sorry but there are no visitors allowed." Then she reached through the slot and took Allison's hand. "Relax. Everything will be fine, I promise. I know you're scared but you have nothing to worry about. Nothing bad will happen. Part of the agreement you signed states that nothing will happen to you and if anything does your wish is granted automatically and you will also be compensated. So don't worry."
Allison started to calm down a little. The clerk was right after all, nothing bad could happen to her. "All right."
She walked through the lone door and down the hallway as the clerk told her. She stopped in front of the door at the end and took a deep breath, then opened it and stepped through. She stepped into a small well-lit room with a table in the center. There was a large mirror on the wall and a camera in the ceiling, aimed at the table.
The packet did mention the process may be recorded. She thought as she walked to the table. The table was a small, black leather table with several holes in it. There were straps hanging off it and at the end a wooden contraption that looked to be open. There were hinges on the contraption and it looked like it could close. Allison looked at the device in confusion. Finally she spoke up.
"Hello? Anyone here?"
A door next to the mirror opened and a man in a black trenchcoat walked in. He wore dark round glasses and a black fudora. He took his hat off revealing his bald head and bowed to her.
"Greetings. You must be Allison. We're very happy to have you." He stood up and put his hat back on.
Allison nodded to him. "Yes, I'm Allison. Who are you?"
The man smiled at her. "You may call me Flik."
"Mr. Flik, what's going to happen? What's with the table? What's that thing on the end of the table?"
Flik laughed at Allison's questions. "Relax my dear, all will be explained in time. Now, would you kindly sit on the table?" He motioned to the table with his hand.
Allison stared at the table for a moment and gave him a nervous nod. She wished now more than ever that Adam was there with her. She would feel so much better if he was there. All she thought about was him being there for her as she walked to the table and propped herself up on it. It was up high enough that her feet dangled above the ground. Flik moved to the foot of the table, behind the wooden device.
"Now would you kindly put your ankles in here please?" He patted the wooden device with his hand.
Allison shuddered but obeyed. She slid her legs over and put her ankles on the device. She noticed the half circles in the wood as her socked covered ankles rested gently on them. Flik then closed the device, sealing her ankles inside. He then slid a padlock through a metal loop on the side, locking the device closed. Allison finally realized what the device was: a pair of small wooden stocks. She tried to move her feet but to no avail. The stocks gave no movement at all. She could barely move her foot from side to side. She started to panic a little more.
"What's with that?" She asked.
"You will see in time. Try to relax." Flik moved to the side of her. "Would you kindly lay back on the table please?"
Allison stared at Flik but obeyed, if anything out of fear. She was all alone and had her feet locked in place on a strange table. She was so scared yet at the same time excited. It was a feeling she loved and hated, depending on the situation. When she lay back on the table Flik took her right wrist and pulled it toward him. He then slid another part of the table out from under it and locked it in place, then placed her arm on it. It was like the table had an arm of it's own. He then proceeded to strap Allison's arm to the table's 'arm'. When he finished she could no longer move her arm. All she could do was wiggle her fingers. Flik then moved to the other end of the table and did the same with her left arm. Allison was completely bound to the table.
"W-what's going on? What are you doing? Why am I tied down?" She asked, the panic rising again.
Flik simply smiled. "Relax my dear, it's all a part of the game. You did agree to it didn't you?"
"Yes but---"
"Then you have nothing to worry about. If that is all of the questions we will begin the game. Or would you like a moment first?"
Allison was in full panic mode now. She was tied down, completely immobilized and at the mercy of this Flik person. Her heart was beating out of her chest and her breathing was rapid. "I-I'd like a moment. I'm really scared."
Flik laughed again. His laugh really creeped her out. "My dear, you have nothing to worry about. You will be completely fine I assure you. Still, I will give you a moment to calm yourself. Once your moment is over we will begin."
With that he left the room through the door he came through, leaving Allison all alone and helpless. She tried to get herself to calm down, but had no luck. She was on the verge of crying but managed to keep from shedding a tear. She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself. It seemed to be working as she felt her heart rate slow. She tried thinking of happy thoughts, she tried thinking of her wish being granted, she tried thinking of her dog Satoko. They seemed to be working some but not enough. Finally she thought of Adam and actually started to calm down. She wished more than ever that he was there right now. She was scared out of her mind. Finally she calmed down, her breathing finally under her control. At that moment the door opened and Flik reappeared.
"So Allison, are you ready to play the game?"
This is a story involving a devious tickling game. It features my OCs Allison, a beautiful blonde bombshell with brains to match her beauty, and Adam, who I use in everything. This story has no Romance though, so if you want that check out my other story, Ticklish Romance. Don't worry as I have another Romance story in the works.
Now, this part doesn't actually have any tickling in it, it just sets the mood. Don't fret though as I will be posting the next part tomorrow. It's halfway done and I wanted to get something up before the night was over. Enjoy!
EDIT: This story contains some adult situations and language.
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The Game
How did I get roped into this? Allison thought to herself. She was currently strapped tightly to a bondage table, her arms stretched out to her sides and tied tightly to the cold, black leather. The most movement she could get was that of her fingers, which would amount to nothing in the end. Sure she could flip off her tormentor but that would only make things worse. Her legs were in a similar position, bound tightly together and to the same cold leather with her ankles in a set of small wooden stocks. Her socks and sneakers were still on though, so she didn't have to worry about anyone touching her feet.
Just stay calm. It's just part of the game.. You can handle it; and once it's over you'll get your wish! Allison tried to comfort herself with her thoughts. It all seemed too good to be true, and now she was starting to believe it. She started to curse herself for her gullibility but was thrust back into reality by the feeling of a hand on her leg.
"Mhmm so smooth. You must take very good care of yourself." Spoke a man in a black trenchcoat.
Allison craned her neck to look the man in the eyes, or rather, glasses. The man wore dark, round glasses over his eyes and a fudora on his head. He pushed his glasses up his nose and grinned at her. A wave of fear washed over her for some reason.
"What kind of sick game is this?!" Allison shouted at him.
The man simply laughed. "My dear Allison, you agreed to play the game didn't you? This is all part of it. The rules were you would play the game and if you won you would get your wish. However, if you lost, you would agree to work for us indefinitely, allowing us to use your 'services' whenever we needed." He walked over to her head and ran his hand through her hair. She had beautiful blonde hair in perfect curls that went down to her shoulders. In this case her hair dangled a foot or so off the table.
"Yes I agreed to play the game but I didn't think it would be something like this! What kind of a game involves me being strapped to a table?! What are you gonna do to me?!"
The man in black touched his hand to her face, causing her to turn her head away. "Rest assured my dear. No harm will come to you whatsoever. You read that in the agreement and we stick to our terms. If at any point you feel you are in danger, simply say so and we will stop. However, if you say so and you are not in danger, there will be dire consequences. We take things very seriously in this organization. Lying will NOT be tolerated."
He moved his face close to hers and stared into her eyes through his dark round glasses. Allison shivered in fear and a bead of sweat ran down her forehead. The man pulled back and smiled at her, adjusting his glasses once more.
"But as I have said, no harm will come to you. You may think you are in danger but I assure you you are not. Now, it is time to play the game."
With that the man raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the only door to the room opened. Two women dressed as surgeons entered the room. One of them pushed a tray that was covered by a cloth. Both women stood on either side of the man and stared at Allison. Allison's breathing began to quicken and one thought raced through her head:
Okay note to self: DON'T OPEN JUNK MAIL!!!
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Eight Days Earlier.....
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It was a beautiful Summer day. The sky was blue and not a cloud could be seen. Allison was driving home from the store with her childhood friend Adam next to her. They also went through a car wash as Allison's baby blue four-door Camero was in desperate need of a wash. They were approaching Allison's street when...
SPLAT!!
A white dot appeared on the windshield with a loud splat.
"You've gotta be shitting me..." Allison facepalmed.
"Yeah... I think that's what he just did." Adam chuckled. Allison shot him a death glare. "What? He did!"
"That's not funny! We just went through the car wash!"
"You know, they say that's supposed to be good luck."
"Suuure, good luck. It's one of the two things that ALWAYS happen when you get your car washed."
Adam looked puzzled. "Two things that always happen? What would those be?"
Allison sighed. "Whenever you get your car washed one of two things will always happen. EIther it will rain right after you get it washed, or a bird will shit on it. In this case, we got the bird. I would have prefered the rain."
"I see. Well don't worry, we're about at your house and I'll wash it off when we get there. I know how you can't stand touching shit."
"I can't see how you manage it. It's just so disgusting!"
"I can't see how you can't. You live with a dog don't you? Surely you have to pick up it's shit now and then. That's how I got used to it. I've had to clean up after my dogs since we got them. It's really no big deal. Just be sure you don't squeeze it, and if it's real mushy--"
"That's enough! I don't need to hear anymore! I get the point!" Allison shushed him. Poo talk always grossed her out.
"Hehe okay. You're such a girl Ali. You can't handle anything 'gross'." He stuck his tongue out at her.
"Well excuuuuuuuuuuuuse me for being a girl! Hmmph!".
"Okay okay relax. I'm sorry I grossed you out. You just need to toughen up a little. I'm not saying you need to make a drastic change or anything, just try to conquer some of your fears. Or at least work on it. You're so fragile."
He stared at her for a moment, just watching her. They had the windows down and her hair flowed with the breeze. She was beautiful; just a little shorter than he was at 5'5" with blue eyes, long curly blonde hair, a handful of freckles on her perfect face, a smile that could warm a winter frost, your perfect blonde bombshell. But Allison was no dummy; she got straight A's in school and half of her classes were AP classes. She was going to be a Zoologist, which was funny since she hated poop. She ran track, was captain of the tennis team, and Prom Queen at her Senior Prom. Adam considered himself lucky to be as close as he was to her. They had been friends since kindergarten and did everything together. You'd think they'd be dating but they just didn't feel that way towards each other. Adam thought about it more than once but he knew how Allison felt so he didn't push the issue. What was even stranger was they were both still single. Every guy in school wanted Allison and she refused just about all of them. From jocks with no brains to nerds with no lives, she's seen them all. She didn't discriminate against anyone and gave them all a chance, but there just wasn't anything there.
Adam on the other hand wasn't that popular with the ladies. He wasn't bad looking in any way: he could rival Brad Pitt with his looks. He was 5'7" with short brown hair, the most beautiful blue eyes you've ever seen, a great smile, facial hair that vaguely resembled a beard but didn't come in enough to fully form one, and a great sense of humor. He was a little chubby but that didn't stop him from being atheletic. He was vice captain of the men's tennis team, captain of the hockey team and played on the varsity football team. You could say he was a jock but he also had brains. He too was a straight A student with several AP classes. He wasn't completely sure what he wanted as his career yet, but he strived to do well regardless. On top of all that, he was an otaku.
The blue car pulled into the driveway of a two-story brick house on a dead-end street. The two got out and Adam carried the groceries for Allison. He was chivalrous to a fault with women, it was a curse; that on top of being too nice for his own good. Allison unlocked the front door and held it open as Adam carried in the white plastic bags full of their spoils from the store. As she closed and relocked the door, Allison noticed the mail scattered across the floor.
"Damn mailslot. We really need to get a mailbox already." She grunted as she bent down and picked up the envelopes and flyer.
"What are you bitching about now?" Adam teased as he started putting the groceries away.
"The usual: the world isn't perfect enough for one such as me, I'm not filthy rich, and the damn mail keeps spilling all over the floor."
Adam laughed. "I don't know why you hate the mail so much. If it bothers you that much just put a box or something in front of the slot to catch it. Oh hey monkey!"
Allison's little Shi-tzu came to greet them. Her name was Satoko but she was often called monkey because she jumps around so much. She would climb up the furniture and jump from the couch to the love seat to the chair and back, and would always be jumping up into Allison's lap.
"Hi little one! How are you? Did you miss me?" Allison bent down and picked up her little dog. Satoko barked happily and licked Allison's face. She was the cutest little dog and really sweet too. Being a Shi-tzu she was small and had long hair, but was really beautiful. Her hair was white with brown patches and it often covered her eyes. Allison usually had her hair pulled up on top of her head with a bow in it to hold it there, but Satoko would just shake her head and send the bow flying. Allison hugged Satoko and kissed her then set her down. Satoko ran over to Adam who did the same, then ran and jumped up in Allison's father's recliner.
"Such a good dog." Adam said to Satoko.
Allison smiled as Satoko made herself comfortable, circling a couple times before finally sitting down. She was just so cute! Allison set the mail on the counter and hung up her keys, then pushed her purse aside and started sifting through the mail. She would have helped Adam but he had already put all the groceries away and threw away the bags. He was fast like that since he had been cleaning for most of his life.
"Let's see... bill, bill, junk, junk, flyer, junk, ju-- wait, what's this?" Allison held up a pink envelope. It was addressed to her with a return address she didn't recognize.
"I dunno. Who's it from?"
Allison examined the return address again. "Laughing Stock Inc. Never heard of them."
"Neither have I. Open it up, see what it is. It's to you after all." Adam's curiousity was getting the better of him.
Allison nodded. "It's probably just junk mail but you never know." She tore open the pink envelope and pulled out a typewritten letter with a survey-like paper and another, smaller envelope. Allison looked to Adam then back to the letter. She read it aloud:
"To Miss Allison Flyhight,
Have you ever heard stories of Genies that live in Magic Lamps that grant wishes? Have you ever wished you could have one for yourself and have your own wishes granted? -Well consider this envelope your Magic Lamp and our company your Genie. We offer you the chance to have one wish granted. One wish-- no matter what it may be! At absolutely no cost to you! Now, we're sure you're thinking, 'there's no way this could be true!' but believe us when we say it's true! All you have to do is fill out the questionaire that came with this letter and answer 'Yes!' to the question at the bottom, then stick it in the enclosed envelope and send it on it's way! That's it! After that you will be contacted with instructions on how your wish will be granted. Simple yes? Of course it is! The one wish you've always dreamed of coming true can now actually come true and all you have to do is tell us what it is and say yes! Once we recieve your response, and we're sure we will, we will contact you with further instructions. Don't worry, there will be absolutely no charge whatsoever and you are under no obligation! You can throw this letter and everything that came with it away right now and not give it a second thought if you wanted, but then you'd be missing out on the chance of a lifetime! So what are you waiting for? Fill out the questionaire and send it in! We're eagerly awaiting your response!
Sincerely,
Laughing Stock Inc."
Allison put the letter down and looked at Adam. He looked back at her and the two stared at each other for a few moments. They both burst out laughing a few moments later.
"Consider this company your Genie! Hahahaha!" Adam laughed. "That's the worst scam I've ever heard!"
"Yeah and 'absolutely no cost to you!'? Yeah right! There's ALWAYS a cost! Ha!" Allison laughed.
The two laughed and joked about the letter for a few minutes before finally calming down. Allison looked at the letter on the counter and then back to Adam.
"What if..."
Adam shook his head. "Come on Ali you're not actually thinking of believing this are you? It's clearly a joke!"
"I know that! But still, what if it was actually real? Could you imagine what it would be like to have any wish you want granted? Just think about it! I could have whatever I want!"
"You already have everything you want! You're the most popular girl in school, have the most beautiful body and face, rich parents who can and will buy you anything and everything you want... what more could you possibly want?"
Allison blushed at Adam's comment. He often complimented her on her looks but that was the first time he called her beautiful. He realized what he said a second later and blushed himself, turning away and scratching his head. Allison spoke up.
"There are things that money can't buy you know."
Adam turned back to her. "Like what? A cure for extreme ticklishness?"
Allison shot him another glare. "Very funny."
"What? It's not my fault you're so ticklish! Hey... maybe this is just a ploy to get you to come to some place so they can trap you and tickle you sensless!"
Allison chuckled. "If that's the case then how do I know YOU didn't send this letter?! You always used to torture me when we were kids; pinning or tying me down and tickling me until I was a wreck. I have nightmares about you tickling my feet sometimes. Ugh that killed me! I still hate you for it you know!"
"Oh give me a break we were just kids then! When's the last time I tickled you huh? 13 years ago! The most I touch you now is a friendly hug or pat on the back these days, or holding your hand at the doctor's office."
"Yeah but this could be your way to tickle me again. You could say you're overdue." She stared at him.
"You really think I'm behind this?"
Allison nodded. "Yes I do. You always pulled stuff like this when we were kids. Tricking me every way you could so you could tickle me. I don't know why I fell for it every time. I'm certainly not falling for it this time. Nice try though. Very nice tough with the letter and all." She turned to walk to her room.
Adam sighed a long sigh. "Give me more credit than that. If I was going to do something like this I wouldn't have you send anything back. I'd ask you to come somewhere. And you should also know... that I would never do anything that you hate so much. Why do you think I stopped tickling you? I realized how much you dispised it and vowed to never do it again. You think I would actually do the one thing you hate more than anything in the world to you?"
Allison stopped and turned back to Adam. He had a very serious look on his face, the look that meant he was telling the truth and was being very sincere. He rarely showed this look because he was always joking around and smiling, but every now and then he would be serious.
"Adam..." She walked over to him. "I'm sorry. I overreacted. Just hearing the word 'tickle' sends waves of memories flooding back to me and it drives me crazy. I'm sorry I suspected you. I know you wouldn't do anything I hate."
He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her. "It's all right, I know you didn't mean it. I'm sorry I teased you about tickling. I know how much you hate it. I'm sure this letter has absolutely nothing to do with tickling. It's probably some scam that wants to take money from you some way. If you want to do it, go ahead and do it. I'll be with you every step of the way."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged back. "Thanks. I'm sure it's fine. I know you'll be there with me, you're always there for me. Even when we were kids you were always there when I needed someone. That meant a lot to me and I was always so grateful to you for it."
"Hey, what are best friends for huh? I'll always be there for you Ali. Always." He rubbed her back a little.
"Thank you." She smiled and let out a soft sigh.
The two stood there for a few minutes embracing each other before they let go. Allison walked back to the counter and picked up the questionaire that came with the letter. It was the shortest questionaire she had ever seen. Only three questions were on it with one question in big, bold letters at the bottom. Adam examined it with her and Allison made a decision.
"I'm gonna do it. What the hell right? There's no money involved and it doesn't ask for any personal information, so what do I have to lose?"
Adam nodded. "Yeah, go for it! Who knows, it might actually be real. What would you wish for if it was?"
Allison blushed. "I'd... I'd wish for... true love."
Adam's heart sank a little. He'd always had feelings for Allison but they were such good friends he didn't want to risk ruining their friendship by trying to have a relationship. Although just the thought of her with another guy killed him. He wanted her to be his but he knew it wasn't meant to be.
"That's a great wish. I'm sure you'll find it some day. Who knows, the guy of your dreams might be closer than you think."
Allison laughed. "Yeah right. Now let's see about these questions. Hmm... 'What do you wish for?', 'Are you over 18?', and 'What is your primary phone number?' Pretty easy questions." Allison wrote in 'True Love', 'Yes', and her phone number. "At the bottom it just says 'Yes or no?' and wants an answer."
"The letter did say 'say yes!'. Maybe that's what it meant?"
Allison nodded. "Yeah that's probably it." She checked the box next to 'YES!' and put the paper in the enclosed envelope. The envelope was self addressed and stamped with 'postage paid by company' where the stamp would be, so all Allison needed to do was put it in the mailbox. "I guess that's it. Now we just wait. It says to allow 3-5 days for delivery and 2-3 days for contact. So 8 days at the most, hopefully." She sealed the envelope and turned to Adam. "Here's hoping it's real."
He smiled at her. "Trust me, it's real. In 8 days you'll have true love. Congrats Ali!"
Allison laughed. "Don't congratulate me just yet, I haven't even sent the letter back."
"Then what are you waiting for? Put it in the mailbox!"
"Okay!"
Allison opened the front door and stuck the letter in the small box on the wall beside it. Outgoing mail went in the box and incoming mail came in through the slot that she hated. She closed the door and walked back to Adam.
"Well that's it. What do we do now?"
He thought for a moment. "Hmm, wanna watch something?"
"Sure. Got anything in mind?"
Adam nodded. "Yeah, actually I do. I found a new Anime that I think you'll really like. C'mon, I'll pull up the first episode."
Allison laughed. "How did I know you were gonna say that? All right. Sounds great."
The two went into Allison's room and started watching Anime. They ended up watching Anime for the rest of the day until Allison fell asleep. Her head rested gently on Adam's shoulder. Adam smiled as he watched her sleep, happy that his precious friend was sleeping so soundly. He gently picked her up and put her in bed, but not before carefully removing her sneakers. He thought about removing her white socks but he knew how much she hated it when people touched her feet. So he just slid her into bed and pulled the covers over her. He shut her computer down and carefully closed the door, then went back to his own house where he retired for the night.
The days went by faster than Allison thought they would and before she knew it, she got a phone call from a number she didn't recognize.
"Hello?"
"Hello, may I please speak to Allison Flyhight?" A male voice politely asked.
"This is she."
"Hello Allison. I'm calling from Laughing Stock Inc. We got your questionaire and were wondering if you were still interested."
I don't believe it, it's them! She thought to herself. "Yes, yes I'm very interested!"
"That's great!" The voice seemed very pleased. "I'm just going to double check a couple things to make sure everything is in order. Do you have a few minutes?"
"Yes I have time." She answered. She was sitting in her living room playing with her dog, so she had all the time int he world.
"Perfect! Now, you stated you are over 18. How old are you?"
"I'm 23."
"Great! You said your wish was true love. Is that true?"
Allison blushed. "Yes, that's true."
The voice chuckled. "That's so sweet. That is a very easy wish to grant. Now the last question. This is your primary phone number correct?"
"Yes it is. This is my cell. I can always be reached on it, anytime, day or night."
"All right! That's everything. All that's left is for you to come to our office building and sign the contract and we're all set! When would be most convienient for you?"
Allison thought for a moment. I don't have any class tomorrow but Adam does. I'd like him to go with me but if it's just for paperwork I can go by myself. I'll make sure he comes for the actual wish-granting. I can't believe this is real! Oooooh I'm so excited!! "I'm free tomorrow."
"That's great! How does 1 PM sound?"
"That would be fine."
"Great! We look forward to seeing you tomorrow!"
"I look forward to seeing you too!"
"Good bye!"
"Bye!"
Allison hung up her phone and stared at the piece of paper in her hand. It had the address of the office buliding she would be going to tomorrow. She couldn't believe it. Her wish was actually going to be granted! She would finally find true love!
"How about that shit Satoko!? I'm getting my wish granted! Yippee!!" Allison picked up Satoko and happily danced around with her. Satoko barked along with Allison's happy singing, confused at what was going on. After a few minutes she stopped and put Satoko down, who ran and jumped up into the recliner again. Allsion giggled and picked her phone up again. She would call Adam and tell him of what just happened. Adam didn't like the idea of her going by herself but agreed that since it was just for signing paperwork that it would be alright. He too wanted to go with her for the actual wish granting.
Allison busied herself the rest of the day by studying and doing housework, and when it was finally time to sleep she took a sleeping pill because she was too excited to sleep. The pill worked wonders and she was out before she knew it. When she woke up it was 10 AM and she had plenty of time to get ready. By the time 1 PM rolled around she was pulling into the parking lot of a small gray office building. The words "Laughing Stock Inc" were printed on the side and a couple cars were parked in an employee partking lot. There were a few small trees in front of the building and a gravel path leading up to the front door. Allison walked along the path, the gravel crunching under her sneakers as she made her way to the glass door. She pulled it open and went through, a bell sounding to notify the employees someone was entering.
Inside it looked like a doctor's office. There was a small waiting room with several chairs and a window where a clerk sat behind. Allison approached the window and smiled. A woman in a uniform not unlike one a doctor's assistant would wear greeted her with a smile in return.
"Hello. My name is Allison, I have a 1 PM appointment."
The woman nodded. "Ah yes Allison Flyhight. Right on time. We like that." She smiled and pulled out a clipboard with a packet of paper on it. She handed it to Allison through a slot in the window. "If you'll just fill these out all will be in order. It shouldn't take you too long."
Allison took the clipboard and pulled the pen from the metal at the top. "Ok. I'll get started on this then."
The clerk nodded. "Great. You can have a seat anywhere. Just bring it back when you're finished."
Allison nodded back. "Okay, will do."
She sat down next to the door she came in from and started on her paperwork. It was your basic legal mumbo jumbo. 'You agree to the terms and blah blah blah' and 'You will not press charges agains us blah blah blah'. The one thing she didn't see throughout all the paper was anything indicating it would cost anything. There was no price or even the mention of money on any of the pages. Allison was a little confused but didn't mind as she didn't want to pay anything anyway. She finished up the packet and turned to the last page where she found one last question waiting for her:
You agree to play the game and abide by all game rules.
Play the game? What game? Allison scanned the packet looking for anything about a game. As she thought there was nothing. The last page said nothing about this 'game' either, just had a line for her to sign her name. Well, if it's just a game it can't be that bad, and I am able to quit at any time. So if there's any money involved I'll just back out. And besides, Adam will be with me so nothing will happen. She signed her name and walked up to the clerk again.
"Excuse me, I finished the packet. What's this about a game?"
The clerk turned to her and smiled again. "That's great! The game is how the wish is granted. If you win the game your wish is granted. If you lose, you don't get your wish. Simple as that."
"I see. May I see the rules for this game?"
The clerk flipped to the back of Allison's packet. "You did sign the agreement saying you would play, so here is a copy of the rules."
The clerk handed Allison another piece of paper. On the paper were five typewritten sentences and a place for her to sign her name. Allison read the rules but was no less confused.
1. Game time is set to sixty (60) minutes. During the game you will not say the word 'stop'.
2. If you say the word 'stop' game time will be increased and you will lose one piece.
3. Each time you say 'stop' you will lose another piece and game time will be increased.
4. When you have lost all pieces there will be no way to stop until the game is over.
5. If you say the sentence 'The Monkey Has a Red Bottom' the game will end. However, ending the game this way will result in your wish NOT being granted and the company will be able to call upon your services whenever it is deemed necessary.
Since you are viewing this sheet you have already signed the agreement to play The Game. You must sign this paper to certify that you have read and agree to the rules. This serves as your official contract. Those who attempt to break this contract shall be prosecuted to the full extent of the company's law.
Okay... so as long as I win I get my wish. Sounds easy enough. I wonder what kind of game it is? Allison thought to herself. Finally she signed the paper and handed it back to the clerk. The clerk read it over and confirmed she signed it, then looked back to Allison.
"Okay, all is in order. Now if you'll go through that door and in the door at the end of the hall we'll begin."
Allison stared at the clerk. "Begin? I thought this was just to sign paperwork?"
The clerk nodded. "It was. But since you're here we may as well grant your wish now shall we? We wouldn't want you to have to make another trip back here when you're already here."
"B-but I wasn't ready! I wanted someone to be here with me. Just let me call him and he'll be right over." Allison pulled out her phone and started dialing.
"I'm afraid I can't allow that ma'm. No visitors are allowed. And since you signed all the paperwork you have no choice but to begin. You did agree after all."
Allison felt panic building within her. She was trapped in a strange area, all alone, and was not allowed to leave or make any calls. She felt her heart rate quicken and her breathing shorten. "W-we have to begin now? Can't I have my friend come, please?"
The clerk shook her head. "I'm sorry but there are no visitors allowed." Then she reached through the slot and took Allison's hand. "Relax. Everything will be fine, I promise. I know you're scared but you have nothing to worry about. Nothing bad will happen. Part of the agreement you signed states that nothing will happen to you and if anything does your wish is granted automatically and you will also be compensated. So don't worry."
Allison started to calm down a little. The clerk was right after all, nothing bad could happen to her. "All right."
She walked through the lone door and down the hallway as the clerk told her. She stopped in front of the door at the end and took a deep breath, then opened it and stepped through. She stepped into a small well-lit room with a table in the center. There was a large mirror on the wall and a camera in the ceiling, aimed at the table.
The packet did mention the process may be recorded. She thought as she walked to the table. The table was a small, black leather table with several holes in it. There were straps hanging off it and at the end a wooden contraption that looked to be open. There were hinges on the contraption and it looked like it could close. Allison looked at the device in confusion. Finally she spoke up.
"Hello? Anyone here?"
A door next to the mirror opened and a man in a black trenchcoat walked in. He wore dark round glasses and a black fudora. He took his hat off revealing his bald head and bowed to her.
"Greetings. You must be Allison. We're very happy to have you." He stood up and put his hat back on.
Allison nodded to him. "Yes, I'm Allison. Who are you?"
The man smiled at her. "You may call me Flik."
"Mr. Flik, what's going to happen? What's with the table? What's that thing on the end of the table?"
Flik laughed at Allison's questions. "Relax my dear, all will be explained in time. Now, would you kindly sit on the table?" He motioned to the table with his hand.
Allison stared at the table for a moment and gave him a nervous nod. She wished now more than ever that Adam was there with her. She would feel so much better if he was there. All she thought about was him being there for her as she walked to the table and propped herself up on it. It was up high enough that her feet dangled above the ground. Flik moved to the foot of the table, behind the wooden device.
"Now would you kindly put your ankles in here please?" He patted the wooden device with his hand.
Allison shuddered but obeyed. She slid her legs over and put her ankles on the device. She noticed the half circles in the wood as her socked covered ankles rested gently on them. Flik then closed the device, sealing her ankles inside. He then slid a padlock through a metal loop on the side, locking the device closed. Allison finally realized what the device was: a pair of small wooden stocks. She tried to move her feet but to no avail. The stocks gave no movement at all. She could barely move her foot from side to side. She started to panic a little more.
"What's with that?" She asked.
"You will see in time. Try to relax." Flik moved to the side of her. "Would you kindly lay back on the table please?"
Allison stared at Flik but obeyed, if anything out of fear. She was all alone and had her feet locked in place on a strange table. She was so scared yet at the same time excited. It was a feeling she loved and hated, depending on the situation. When she lay back on the table Flik took her right wrist and pulled it toward him. He then slid another part of the table out from under it and locked it in place, then placed her arm on it. It was like the table had an arm of it's own. He then proceeded to strap Allison's arm to the table's 'arm'. When he finished she could no longer move her arm. All she could do was wiggle her fingers. Flik then moved to the other end of the table and did the same with her left arm. Allison was completely bound to the table.
"W-what's going on? What are you doing? Why am I tied down?" She asked, the panic rising again.
Flik simply smiled. "Relax my dear, it's all a part of the game. You did agree to it didn't you?"
"Yes but---"
"Then you have nothing to worry about. If that is all of the questions we will begin the game. Or would you like a moment first?"
Allison was in full panic mode now. She was tied down, completely immobilized and at the mercy of this Flik person. Her heart was beating out of her chest and her breathing was rapid. "I-I'd like a moment. I'm really scared."
Flik laughed again. His laugh really creeped her out. "My dear, you have nothing to worry about. You will be completely fine I assure you. Still, I will give you a moment to calm yourself. Once your moment is over we will begin."
With that he left the room through the door he came through, leaving Allison all alone and helpless. She tried to get herself to calm down, but had no luck. She was on the verge of crying but managed to keep from shedding a tear. She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself. It seemed to be working as she felt her heart rate slow. She tried thinking of happy thoughts, she tried thinking of her wish being granted, she tried thinking of her dog Satoko. They seemed to be working some but not enough. Finally she thought of Adam and actually started to calm down. She wished more than ever that he was there right now. She was scared out of her mind. Finally she calmed down, her breathing finally under her control. At that moment the door opened and Flik reappeared.
"So Allison, are you ready to play the game?"
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