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Hey kids. I just finished a story and wondered what you all thought. I have spell check now so hopefully it'll be better than previous stories for all you spelling freaks. I can't promise the grammar freaks anything though lol. This is my doctor Who story, hopefully we have some fans on here. The doctor is currently being played by Mr Matt Smith and the lovely Clara is played by the adorable Miss Jenna Louise Coleman. If I should write more doctor who stuff, let me know, because this one doesn't have much tickling but it's just a taster. Enjoy!
The discussion inside the blue box that was bigger on the inside than the outside wasn't getting heated, but more entertaining.........
"They did not."
"Yes they did, I have a time machine and I've seen it, I'm telling you they did."
"I know you have a time machine, I'm in it. It's just really hard to believe."
"Ugh alright fine, I'll take you back there and I'll show you."
"Fine."
Clara turned away and smiled to herself so the doctor couldn't see. Not that she wanted to admit it, but this was a trip
back in time that she was really looking forward to. The argument had worked, he was taking her back to ancient China. She
wasn't really interested in the Chinese, but this part of history she had to see. "Right, hold tight, I've set the date,"
said the doctor, and Clara held on to the control panel as the tardis started to move, flying through time and space, back
thousands of years in seconds.
They both felt the impact as they landed. Then the doctor straightened up and said, "welcome
to ancient China." Clara smiled, looking relativity calm, but on the inside she was jumping for joy. "What year are we in?"
she asked him, trying to distract herself from what she would see. "two hundred and fifteen BC," he replied, "China's Han
dynasty. Considered a golden age in Chinese history." Clara nodded, and walked to the door. "Shall we?" she asked, and the
doctor followed her out and locked the tardis behind them. "So tell me Mister perfect history fact machine, what could
someone do in China to be put through this type of punishment? It still sounds strange calling it torture, I still don't
think it would have been that effective," said Clara. "Oh that's funny, you didn't even believe they used it as torture
just now," replied the doctor. "Yeah well, now I think about it I have heard the phrase used before. I just don't see it
being that effective." Clara stole a sideways glance at the doctor. "Stop smirking," she told him, and he turned his head
toward her and stuck his tongue out. "So mature," she said, and they both laughed and kept walking. "Where are we going
anyway?" asked Clara. "The prison," said the doctor, "if we find a wall to climb we should be able to get a pretty good
view of the torture session. That sounded creepy. Ah, here we are."
They came to a wall that surrounded the prison. Clara went first, clambering up the wall and sitting on the top. The doctor
did the same and sat beside her. "Oooh, here comes a prisoner now." Clara watched as a man was brought outside into the
prison yard in shackles, led by a guard. He lead him to a pair of stocks, focred him to sit and locked his feet in place.
Then he pulled off his shoes to expose bare feet. Then took out of his pocket some strings and started to tie back each of
his toes. Clara couldn't help the shiver that went through her as she watched the prisoner's feet become bare and even more
vulnerable. "Not cold are you?" asked the doctor. "Maybe a bit, we're high up so it would be colder up here, I suppose,"
she said, getting a squirmy feeling in her tummy as she watched the guard get the prisoner ready. Truth be told, she wasn't
cold at all, just excited. "He should start soon," said the doctor. Clara nodded her head toward the guard who was now
kneeling before the stocks facing the prisoner's bare feet. "You're not wrong," she said. "Of course I'm not, I'm never
wrong," said the doctor, and Clara shushed him as the guard put his hands on the prisoner's feet and started to tickle his
soles.
As he started laughing, the shivers came back stronger in Clara and she hoped the doctor wouldn't notice like he did
the first time. "I know it seems innocent but after a while, the guy in those stocks is gonna start finding it very hard to
breath because he's laughing so much, but he can't stop. For, well, obvious reasons," explained the doctor as the prisoner
started to laugh out loud. Clara nodded and tried to look calm as he explained but now he was laughing so clear and loud, she
secretly couldn't help imagining herself in his place, and the doctor in the prison guard's place. Not so much that she would find
it hard to breath, but she secretly loved being tickled and it had been so long since anyone had pounced on her and she longed for the
feeling of fingers wiggling all over her, searching for ticklish spots and forcing her to howl with laughter.
"Clara?" The doctor brought
her back down to Earth. "Sorry, miles away. What did you say?" she asked. "He's starting to have breathing difficulties, we should go
before it gets to graphic and he pasess out or something." She nodded and climbed down, followed by the doctor. When they hit the ground,
they started walking back down the street toward the tardis. "Where were you up on that wall?" asked the doctor as they walked, "your mind
walked off and left you." "Just thiking," replied Clara, "or maybe daydreaming would be more like it." "Daydreaming?" he asked, surprised,
"while a prisoner was being tickle tourtured until he nearly couldn't breath?" She was greatful when they got back to the tardis so she
could chnge the subject. "Got the key?" she asked. The doctor pulled it out of his pocket and unlocked the door. They walked back inside
and he closed the door behind them. "You changed the subject," he said, and her stomach lurched. "What were you day dreaming about on that
wall?" Clara looked at the floor. "Why are you avoiding this question?" asked the doctor, "it can't be that bad. Unless you were imagining
inflicting the tickle torture on someone you don't like. You weren't were you? Because that would be a bit disturbing." She shook her head,
and mumbled something to her shoes. "Sorry what was that?" he asked. "I wasn't imagining inflicting the torture," said Clara, louder so he
could hear, "I was imagining receiving it." Her face grew hot as she blushed and the doctor smiled. "Oohh, I see," he said, "that makes more
scene. Wait, you set that argument up didn't you? You wanted to see that prisoner get tickled. Maybe not tortured but tickled. I'm right
aren't I?" he asked gently. She nodded shyly, still looking at the floor. "There see, told you I was always right.Now to do something about
it," he said, jumping into action and heading for the controls. That made Clara look up. "Where are we going?" she asked. "You'll see," said
the doctor as he set the controls, "now hold on to something!" Clara grabbed the control center as the tardis launched through time again.
"Ok where are we now?" asked Clara when they landed. The doctor smiled and beckoned her to the door. She walked over and he offered her his
hand, and he said, "come with me and explore the middle ages." She took his hand and they stepped outside. When he had locked the tardis,
they walked down a cobbled street with dingy looking houses and water mixed with what looked like sewage flowing down the street. Grateful
she was hand in hand with the doctor, Clara put her free hand over her mouth and nose as the stench of raw sewage hit her. "The sewage
system hasn't been invented yet," explained the doctor, and he picked up speed. "That's disgusting," said Clara, no wonder so many people
died." The doctor held her back as all of a sudden a group of rats ran by. "And that is the main source of the black death," he said as the
street ended and they turned a corner and found some steps. "Down here," he said, letting her go first. He got his sonic screwdriver out of
his pocket and used it to unlock the big iron door in front of them.
The doctor looked around the room and found a candle on a bracket. "Here we go," he said and used his screwdriver to light the candles.
"Now let's have a look around. If you see a pair of stocks give me a shout," said the doctor. Clara's stomach flipped over as she looked
around the room. "What is this place?" she asked him. "This is a torture chamber storage room," he said, "if you're wondering what all of
this stuff is, it was used back in the middle ages to torture people, mostly to get information, sometimes for a punishment. The torture
used depended on the crime." He took her hand and walked around with her. She stopped in front of a big long piece of wood with shackles on
it, a big wheel attached to the wall. "That's a rack," he explained, "victims were put on this, lying on their backs and shackled in place,
arms over their heads," he added softly in Clara's ear and she shivered. He grinned, and went on, "they were shackled in place and that
big wheel was turned, stretching them out further and further until they talked." Clara closed her eyes and imagined someone being stretched
on the rack. "What if they didn't talk?" she asked. "The wheel would be turned, the shackles and straps would pull tighter, and eventually,
bones would dislocate, and the muscles and ligaments would be stretched so much they would be rendered useless." A shudder went through
Clara and she opened her eyes. "That's horrific," she said quietly, "how could anyone be so cruel to another human?" He squeezed her hand.
"People back then were sadistic," he said, "but don't panic, that's not why we're here. Ah, there they are," he said, his mood lightning up
as his eyes fell upon a pair of stocks in the corner. "Grab a bit," he said, and together they pulled the stocks into the middle of the
room. "Right, get your shoes and socks off," he told Clara. She laughed, then looked at him. He stared back at here expectantly. "Are you
serious?" she asked him. "Yep," he said, "come on we haven't got all century." Clara kicked off her shoes and stooped to take off her socks.
"Have a seat," said the doctor. She sat in the seat attached to the stocks. "Legs up," he said and she put her legs in place, her feet
through the holes. He brought the top half down into place and locked the stocks. "Now, when was the last time you got tickled?" asked the
doctor. "I'm not sure, it feels like ages though," replied Clara, trying not to grin. "What?" he asked, kneeling in front of her, facing
her bare soles. "I just can't get over how cool you're being about this," she said, "most people would think it's weird that I actually want
to be- to do this. Most people avoid it the same way they would those rats outside." "Clara, I'm a thousand years old, I've been to more
galaxies the average human could count or even imagine, I've seen things that wouldn't even make scene in dreams, do you really think I
would find it that strange a friend of mine feels good when she gets her feet tickled?" She shrugged and replied, "I suppose not, when you
put it like that."
He smiled kindly and moved his hands to her feet. "Ready?" he asked. Clara put her head down and grinned, then brought
it back up again and tried to maintain some composure. "Yeah," she said, and took a deep breath before the doctor's fingers started moving.
Her toes twitched and her smile started to grow. His fingers moved quickly but he kept the pressure light enough to tickle her feet. He
crawled his nails up from her heels, up over her arches and soles, and she giggled as he came to her toes. "Getting closer," he teased her
and she giggled more. "Stop it," she said, her voice almost becoming a squeak. "Does teasing make it worse huh? Ticklish girl?" he teased
as he came to the base of her toes and tickled all the way along them. "yehehehes," she giggled as he finally reached her toes. "I blame
you, you were the one who wanted to see that prisoner tickled in China," he said as he wiggled his fingers on all ten of her toes, five
fingers to each foot. "You came back to the dark ages to borrow stocks!" Clara squeaked on the word stocks as he tickled underneath her toes.
He grinned and asked, "did I just find a ticklish spot?" But Clara couldn't talk anymore, she was too busy laughing. "Tickle tickle tickle"
he teased as he tickled right under her toes. Then without warning he changed direction and bolted his fingers down her soles, causing her
laughter to ring throughout the room and echo, bouncing off the walls in the most wonderful way. Clara had no idea how long he tickled her
feet for but after a while he stopped and let her breath. She slumped forward and panted hard. The doctor came to her side to check on her.
"Ok?" he asked, bending over her. She brought her head up and finally managed to breath in nice and deep before she could speak. "That was
amazing," she told him, meaning it, "no one has ever restrained me like that, and having my feet so exposed was an incredible feeling,
especially when you went for my toes. Wow, you were awesome." She breathed in deep again and she hadn't noticed that the doctor had unlocked
the stocks. "You can move your legs again now," he said, "and I'm so glad you liked it." He smiled and picked up her shoes and socks, then
helped her clamber out of the stocks. She put her footwear back on and the doctor let her lean on him as they left the supply room and
walked back toward the tardis. When they got to the door Clara couldn't stop herself from throwing her arms around him. He hugged her tight
and said softly into her hair, "you're welcome."
The discussion inside the blue box that was bigger on the inside than the outside wasn't getting heated, but more entertaining.........
"They did not."
"Yes they did, I have a time machine and I've seen it, I'm telling you they did."
"I know you have a time machine, I'm in it. It's just really hard to believe."
"Ugh alright fine, I'll take you back there and I'll show you."
"Fine."
Clara turned away and smiled to herself so the doctor couldn't see. Not that she wanted to admit it, but this was a trip
back in time that she was really looking forward to. The argument had worked, he was taking her back to ancient China. She
wasn't really interested in the Chinese, but this part of history she had to see. "Right, hold tight, I've set the date,"
said the doctor, and Clara held on to the control panel as the tardis started to move, flying through time and space, back
thousands of years in seconds.
They both felt the impact as they landed. Then the doctor straightened up and said, "welcome
to ancient China." Clara smiled, looking relativity calm, but on the inside she was jumping for joy. "What year are we in?"
she asked him, trying to distract herself from what she would see. "two hundred and fifteen BC," he replied, "China's Han
dynasty. Considered a golden age in Chinese history." Clara nodded, and walked to the door. "Shall we?" she asked, and the
doctor followed her out and locked the tardis behind them. "So tell me Mister perfect history fact machine, what could
someone do in China to be put through this type of punishment? It still sounds strange calling it torture, I still don't
think it would have been that effective," said Clara. "Oh that's funny, you didn't even believe they used it as torture
just now," replied the doctor. "Yeah well, now I think about it I have heard the phrase used before. I just don't see it
being that effective." Clara stole a sideways glance at the doctor. "Stop smirking," she told him, and he turned his head
toward her and stuck his tongue out. "So mature," she said, and they both laughed and kept walking. "Where are we going
anyway?" asked Clara. "The prison," said the doctor, "if we find a wall to climb we should be able to get a pretty good
view of the torture session. That sounded creepy. Ah, here we are."
They came to a wall that surrounded the prison. Clara went first, clambering up the wall and sitting on the top. The doctor
did the same and sat beside her. "Oooh, here comes a prisoner now." Clara watched as a man was brought outside into the
prison yard in shackles, led by a guard. He lead him to a pair of stocks, focred him to sit and locked his feet in place.
Then he pulled off his shoes to expose bare feet. Then took out of his pocket some strings and started to tie back each of
his toes. Clara couldn't help the shiver that went through her as she watched the prisoner's feet become bare and even more
vulnerable. "Not cold are you?" asked the doctor. "Maybe a bit, we're high up so it would be colder up here, I suppose,"
she said, getting a squirmy feeling in her tummy as she watched the guard get the prisoner ready. Truth be told, she wasn't
cold at all, just excited. "He should start soon," said the doctor. Clara nodded her head toward the guard who was now
kneeling before the stocks facing the prisoner's bare feet. "You're not wrong," she said. "Of course I'm not, I'm never
wrong," said the doctor, and Clara shushed him as the guard put his hands on the prisoner's feet and started to tickle his
soles.
As he started laughing, the shivers came back stronger in Clara and she hoped the doctor wouldn't notice like he did
the first time. "I know it seems innocent but after a while, the guy in those stocks is gonna start finding it very hard to
breath because he's laughing so much, but he can't stop. For, well, obvious reasons," explained the doctor as the prisoner
started to laugh out loud. Clara nodded and tried to look calm as he explained but now he was laughing so clear and loud, she
secretly couldn't help imagining herself in his place, and the doctor in the prison guard's place. Not so much that she would find
it hard to breath, but she secretly loved being tickled and it had been so long since anyone had pounced on her and she longed for the
feeling of fingers wiggling all over her, searching for ticklish spots and forcing her to howl with laughter.
"Clara?" The doctor brought
her back down to Earth. "Sorry, miles away. What did you say?" she asked. "He's starting to have breathing difficulties, we should go
before it gets to graphic and he pasess out or something." She nodded and climbed down, followed by the doctor. When they hit the ground,
they started walking back down the street toward the tardis. "Where were you up on that wall?" asked the doctor as they walked, "your mind
walked off and left you." "Just thiking," replied Clara, "or maybe daydreaming would be more like it." "Daydreaming?" he asked, surprised,
"while a prisoner was being tickle tourtured until he nearly couldn't breath?" She was greatful when they got back to the tardis so she
could chnge the subject. "Got the key?" she asked. The doctor pulled it out of his pocket and unlocked the door. They walked back inside
and he closed the door behind them. "You changed the subject," he said, and her stomach lurched. "What were you day dreaming about on that
wall?" Clara looked at the floor. "Why are you avoiding this question?" asked the doctor, "it can't be that bad. Unless you were imagining
inflicting the tickle torture on someone you don't like. You weren't were you? Because that would be a bit disturbing." She shook her head,
and mumbled something to her shoes. "Sorry what was that?" he asked. "I wasn't imagining inflicting the torture," said Clara, louder so he
could hear, "I was imagining receiving it." Her face grew hot as she blushed and the doctor smiled. "Oohh, I see," he said, "that makes more
scene. Wait, you set that argument up didn't you? You wanted to see that prisoner get tickled. Maybe not tortured but tickled. I'm right
aren't I?" he asked gently. She nodded shyly, still looking at the floor. "There see, told you I was always right.Now to do something about
it," he said, jumping into action and heading for the controls. That made Clara look up. "Where are we going?" she asked. "You'll see," said
the doctor as he set the controls, "now hold on to something!" Clara grabbed the control center as the tardis launched through time again.
"Ok where are we now?" asked Clara when they landed. The doctor smiled and beckoned her to the door. She walked over and he offered her his
hand, and he said, "come with me and explore the middle ages." She took his hand and they stepped outside. When he had locked the tardis,
they walked down a cobbled street with dingy looking houses and water mixed with what looked like sewage flowing down the street. Grateful
she was hand in hand with the doctor, Clara put her free hand over her mouth and nose as the stench of raw sewage hit her. "The sewage
system hasn't been invented yet," explained the doctor, and he picked up speed. "That's disgusting," said Clara, no wonder so many people
died." The doctor held her back as all of a sudden a group of rats ran by. "And that is the main source of the black death," he said as the
street ended and they turned a corner and found some steps. "Down here," he said, letting her go first. He got his sonic screwdriver out of
his pocket and used it to unlock the big iron door in front of them.
The doctor looked around the room and found a candle on a bracket. "Here we go," he said and used his screwdriver to light the candles.
"Now let's have a look around. If you see a pair of stocks give me a shout," said the doctor. Clara's stomach flipped over as she looked
around the room. "What is this place?" she asked him. "This is a torture chamber storage room," he said, "if you're wondering what all of
this stuff is, it was used back in the middle ages to torture people, mostly to get information, sometimes for a punishment. The torture
used depended on the crime." He took her hand and walked around with her. She stopped in front of a big long piece of wood with shackles on
it, a big wheel attached to the wall. "That's a rack," he explained, "victims were put on this, lying on their backs and shackled in place,
arms over their heads," he added softly in Clara's ear and she shivered. He grinned, and went on, "they were shackled in place and that
big wheel was turned, stretching them out further and further until they talked." Clara closed her eyes and imagined someone being stretched
on the rack. "What if they didn't talk?" she asked. "The wheel would be turned, the shackles and straps would pull tighter, and eventually,
bones would dislocate, and the muscles and ligaments would be stretched so much they would be rendered useless." A shudder went through
Clara and she opened her eyes. "That's horrific," she said quietly, "how could anyone be so cruel to another human?" He squeezed her hand.
"People back then were sadistic," he said, "but don't panic, that's not why we're here. Ah, there they are," he said, his mood lightning up
as his eyes fell upon a pair of stocks in the corner. "Grab a bit," he said, and together they pulled the stocks into the middle of the
room. "Right, get your shoes and socks off," he told Clara. She laughed, then looked at him. He stared back at here expectantly. "Are you
serious?" she asked him. "Yep," he said, "come on we haven't got all century." Clara kicked off her shoes and stooped to take off her socks.
"Have a seat," said the doctor. She sat in the seat attached to the stocks. "Legs up," he said and she put her legs in place, her feet
through the holes. He brought the top half down into place and locked the stocks. "Now, when was the last time you got tickled?" asked the
doctor. "I'm not sure, it feels like ages though," replied Clara, trying not to grin. "What?" he asked, kneeling in front of her, facing
her bare soles. "I just can't get over how cool you're being about this," she said, "most people would think it's weird that I actually want
to be- to do this. Most people avoid it the same way they would those rats outside." "Clara, I'm a thousand years old, I've been to more
galaxies the average human could count or even imagine, I've seen things that wouldn't even make scene in dreams, do you really think I
would find it that strange a friend of mine feels good when she gets her feet tickled?" She shrugged and replied, "I suppose not, when you
put it like that."
He smiled kindly and moved his hands to her feet. "Ready?" he asked. Clara put her head down and grinned, then brought
it back up again and tried to maintain some composure. "Yeah," she said, and took a deep breath before the doctor's fingers started moving.
Her toes twitched and her smile started to grow. His fingers moved quickly but he kept the pressure light enough to tickle her feet. He
crawled his nails up from her heels, up over her arches and soles, and she giggled as he came to her toes. "Getting closer," he teased her
and she giggled more. "Stop it," she said, her voice almost becoming a squeak. "Does teasing make it worse huh? Ticklish girl?" he teased
as he came to the base of her toes and tickled all the way along them. "yehehehes," she giggled as he finally reached her toes. "I blame
you, you were the one who wanted to see that prisoner tickled in China," he said as he wiggled his fingers on all ten of her toes, five
fingers to each foot. "You came back to the dark ages to borrow stocks!" Clara squeaked on the word stocks as he tickled underneath her toes.
He grinned and asked, "did I just find a ticklish spot?" But Clara couldn't talk anymore, she was too busy laughing. "Tickle tickle tickle"
he teased as he tickled right under her toes. Then without warning he changed direction and bolted his fingers down her soles, causing her
laughter to ring throughout the room and echo, bouncing off the walls in the most wonderful way. Clara had no idea how long he tickled her
feet for but after a while he stopped and let her breath. She slumped forward and panted hard. The doctor came to her side to check on her.
"Ok?" he asked, bending over her. She brought her head up and finally managed to breath in nice and deep before she could speak. "That was
amazing," she told him, meaning it, "no one has ever restrained me like that, and having my feet so exposed was an incredible feeling,
especially when you went for my toes. Wow, you were awesome." She breathed in deep again and she hadn't noticed that the doctor had unlocked
the stocks. "You can move your legs again now," he said, "and I'm so glad you liked it." He smiled and picked up her shoes and socks, then
helped her clamber out of the stocks. She put her footwear back on and the doctor let her lean on him as they left the supply room and
walked back toward the tardis. When they got to the door Clara couldn't stop herself from throwing her arms around him. He hugged her tight
and said softly into her hair, "you're welcome."
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