Hello all
This is my first attempt at writing a fiction story. It was inspired by two things. The first is the set of Canelli Renfaire videos; I always liked the surprised and organic reactions. The second is KTLA reporter/anchor Samantha Cortese. She's as cute as a button, and she has a cute laugh. She also wears a lot of sleeveless dresses, so that appeals to me. My preference is more PG type stories, so apologies to those who are not into that. Also, I'm not from LA, so location authenticity will not be at a premium. It's a story with tickling, instead of just going right into it, and I tend to prefer armpit tickling, though I do give some attention to the feet. I hope you like it; here goes...
While she enjoyed her job as the 4 pm anchor, Samantha Cortese was grateful that the KTLA producers suggested she go on location to Irwindale where the annual Renfaire festival was being held. She loved interacting with people, and she remembered how much fun she had at the Sponge Bob festival a few years back. The plan was that the news cast would break to her live reports, after which she would send it back to studio. The weather was perfect, and Samantha was wearing her trademark sleeveless dress, but she traded in her heels for more comfortable keds. Sam reported on the crafts, the dueling knights, and of course the food.
The on-site producter was Kara Marken for this set of segments, and she led Samantha to the next attraction.
"This is your next segment, Sam. It's debuting at the festival this year. It's a set of stocks that some villages used as a shaming punishment. We'd like you to be put in it for the segment. Meet Richard and Anne; they are the ones running it."
"Pleased to meet you, Richard and Anne," Samantha said as she shook their hands. "I'm looking forward to doing this segment with you."
"So Samantha will interview you, and you will simply explain to our audience what this exhibit is about," said Kara.
"No problem. This will be fun," Anne replied.
"Ok, we're on in a few seconds."
***
Courtney Friel finished her segment, and the studio producers cued her to go to Samantha.
"We're going back to the Renfaire Festival at Irwindale, where Samantha Cortese is with a unique looking device. Sam, that looks...interesting. What do you have there?"
"Hi Courtney! I've had a great time so far. Meet Richard and Anne, and they have a new exhibit here. Anne, this looks like a chair, but it's not quite that simple."
"Yes, Sam. This chair is actually a kind of punishment device for minor crimes. If you are familiar with the concept of the pillory, this is similar to it, but the person is sitting down instead of being bent over. You see that instead of holes for your head and hands, there are padded stocks for your feet. It was meant to embarrass and humiliate the victim instead of inflicting pain."
"So it was like an extreme version of a dunce cap? So how does it work?."
Anne all of a sudden had a mischievous look on her face that was only matched by a similar look flashed by Kara in the background and that Sam only slightly caught since she focused on the live interview.
"I could explain it, but it's easier to show you instead."
Samantha hesitated a bit, and she noticed Kara's smile. "I don't know. My producer is looking like a cat who drank some cream."
"Oh don't worry, Sam. Everything will be fine. Just have a seat right here."
"I can hold the mike for you, Sam," Kara said as she got into camera.
"Oh, ok. I'm trusting you, Anne," said Sam as she took her seat.
"Put your feet on these pads, and I'll close the stocks."
Anne guided Sam's ankles into the padded stocks, and then she closed the stocks over her feet. The fit was snug, but not overly tight. Samantha gave a slight gasp as she heard the metal lock into place; her feet were firmly stuck.
"Ok, now your feet are nice and trapped. It's time for your wrists. I'll take your right hand, and Richard will take your left, and we'll put them in these cuffs." The cuffs that were slightly hidden behind the back of the chair came into view. Samantha tilted her head around and only noticed them now as Richard and Anne raised Samantha's arms up.
"Wait, I didn't know about these!" Samantha said with a giggle that was slightly sprinkled with a note of nervousness.
"Don't worry," came Anne's reply as she bound Samantha's right wrist snugly way above her head. "We'll make sure you're comfortable."
"Well, ok," Samantha said with a sigh of resignation. "We'll send it back to Courtney in studio, and we'll be back in a few minutes." Kara did the countdown to the live camera crew while Samantha looked at both her wrists being secured above her head, and then she gave a wry smile to the camera as it faded to black.
***
"Kara, you did not prepare me for this!" Samantha said as she let out an embarrassed giggle.
"I know, Sam, but your genuine reactions are what will make this segment so great."
"Oh, all right. I guess this will make a neat segment on the KTLA social media."
"No doubt! Oh, Sam, your underarms are a bit moist. We don't want sweat stains going to your dress. I'll get the make up crew over." The make up artists came up to Sam with some cotton gauze and deodorant sticks. As they approached Samantha's underarms, they took the cotton to her underarms and started dabbing and wiping the moisture there. As they did their work, Samantha started to giggle noticeably.
"Hey! Careful! I'm really ticklish!" At this, both Richard and Anne looked up, and they shared a quiet and knowing smile.
"Are you really?" replied Kara as the make up crew continued their work.
"Ye-e-e-essss! Aaahhhh! Heeheehee! How much longer!"
"Just the deodorant now. Ok we're done." the make up girl said.
"Wow you really are ticklish, Sam!"
"Yes. That's how my husband gets me when we joke around. Once, I threw water balloons at him, and he chased me down. He caught me, pinned me down, and tickled me. He goes right after my tickle spots!"
"Wow, that is funny," Kara replied. "Oh! Places people! We're going live in a minute!"
***
Courtney Friel was finishing her latest report when the producers again directed her to introduce the live feed. "And now we're going back to Irwindale to our own Samantha Cortese, who seems a bit tied up at the moment. Sam?"
"Hello Courtney. Yes, I'm in a unique position here. I'm well secured in this chair which apparently was used as a mild punishment back in the day. Here are Richard and Anne to explain. So you said that this was done more for humiliation and shaming for minor crimes, so we're not talking about brutal torture?"
"Yes," replied Richard. "It was not meant to inflict pain. The idea was that the criminal would be secured in the chair like you are now, and the village would have a field day embarrassing her. Sometimes they would just throw rotten vegetables or old dishwater at the unfortunate."
"Oh, that would be terrible!" said Samantha. "You're not going to do that to me, are you?"
"Oh, no! We don't want to ruin your dress!" said Richard.
"There is another thing they used to do, though," said Anne. "We can show you now." Anne bent over towards Sam's feet; Richard accompanied her, and they both slowly peeled off Sam's keds, exposing her recently pedicured feet.
"Oh no! Why are you taking off my shoes? Wait! What are you doing now?" Samantha said as her nervous giggles stared up again while Richard and Anne looped some soft strings around her big toes and fastened them to the stocks. Once done, Richard went behind the chair while Anne faced Sam.
"There was another punishment that would often be used. Richard here is bringing the tools they used." Sam whirled her head around, but she couldn't see Richard until he emerged from the back of the chair with his hands behind his back. "This won't get your dress dirty, but I'm sure you will be tickled by it."
A surprised and worried look came onto Sam's face as she heard the word "tickled," and her eyebrows went up even more as Richard brought his hands from his back and showed the two stiff feathers in his hand. He gave one to Anne, and they approached her trapped feet. Meanwhile, off camera, Kara's face broke into a surprised smile.
"Oh no! Please don't tickle me! Please don't! My feet are really ticklish-sh-sha-hahahahaha!" Samantha's sentence was interrupted by a torrent of giggles as the feathers made contact with her soles. The feathers slowly traced deliberate strokes on the arches of Sam's feet relentlessly going up and down. They lingered in the middle of her foot which gave Samantha flashbacks of the pumice stone that gave her a similar tickle-torture when she got her pedicure a few short days ago. In this case, however, she could not yank her feet away like she could in the salon. Her feet were trapped in the stocks, and the soft string around her big toes prevented her from even a rudimentary attempt of getting her feet away from the diabolical feathers that continued their ticklish work.
"Omigod omigod omigod! Hahahahahaha!" Samantha cried out. "This...hahahaha...tickles...hahaha...so bad! Hahahahaha!" Her giggles flowed like a bubbling creek, but the pitch suddenly went up in volume when she felt Anne take her feather and trace it from her heel up to her toes and then twirling it between her toes. "Nooooo! Hahahaha!" Richard noticed this, and followed Anne's lead, making Samantha laugh even harder. Anne then had another mischievous look. As she used the feather between Sam's toes with her one hand, she proceeded to use her other hand to scribble her fingernails all over Samantha's soles, from heel to arch to base of toes. Samantha's laugh got even louder, making her unable to articulate anything but occasional incomprehensible syllables. It only got worse when Richard again followed Anne's lead, and Samantha could only sit there and laugh as two feathers and two hands relentlessly tickled her trapped feet. Suddenly, when she thought she couldn't take anymore, the tickling finally stopped. Samantha exhaled with relief as her eyes met Anne's and then Richard's. She then noticed Kara in the background covering her mouth clearly trying to hide her amusement at Samantha's predicament.
"Ok, so that was the minor version," Anne started.
"Minor version?!?" replied Samantha with shock.
"Oh yes. That lasted only a minute."
That was only a minute? Samantha thought to herself. That seemed like hours!
"There's one more thing we can show you," Anne said with a pleasant smile.
"Oh no no no! We're sending this back to studio! Back to you Courtney. Or commercial break! Anything!"
Kara signaled the live crew to cut this part of the segment. There was a slight look of disappointment on Anne's and Richard's face.
"Omigod, Kara, that tickled so bad! Did you know about this?"
"I thought it might be a possibility, Sam," replied Kara with a smile.
"Ok, time to get me out, Kara!" Samantha said, but paused as she was Kara get a look of focus as she pressed her earpiece into her ear.
"Oh, ok," Kara was heard to say. "Are you sure? Ok! Will do! Hey Sam, that was the producer. That segment really got a lot of interest and ratings. The comments on our social media are going through the roof!|
"Oh!" Samantha said with a smile. "I guess it was worth it then. Now could you let me out?"
"Not yet, Sam," said Kara to Samantha's surprise. "The producers want to expand this segment. They're sending it back to us to continue the demo. Places, people! We're back in a minute!" Samantha's jaw dropped, while both Anne and Richard felt a smile return to their faces.
***
Courtney Friel felt herself shudder while she watched her friend and co-worker get her feet tickle-tortured. Wow, better her than me, she thought. Oh well, time to send this back to her. I wonder what will happen to her next?
"We're going back to Irwindale to KTLA's Samantha Cortese who found herself in a bit of a ticklish situation. What are you up to now, Sam?"
"Ticklish situation...hahaha, Courtney," Samantha said wryly. "So, Anne, that was a pretty intense demo!"
"Yes, Samantha. But like I said, what you experienced was just the minor version. We talked with your producer Kara..." At this, Samantha's look went to Kara, and there was an unmistakable grin on her face, "...and Kara said we could go ahead and give you the fuller version."
After shooting a look of grumpy side-eye to Kara, Sam turned to Anne. "Ok, but please don't tickle my feet. Anything but that. My feet are one of my most ticklish spots."
"Oh, don't worry. We'll leave your feet alone." Samantha's relief at these words started to melt as she noticed Anne approaching her at eye level and Richard flanking her on the other side. Samantha's hands, still stretched up over her head held firmly by the soft straps, started to feel damp with her nervousness growing.
"There is one place on the body that added to the criminal's embarrassment. It's told they would tear at the victim's sleeves to expose her arms,' explained Anne as Samantha's fear started to grow exponentially. "Luckily, your dress is sleeveless, so we can skip that step." Anne started to twirl her feather slowly toward Samantha's right underarm. Sam looked pleadingly at Anne as she shook her head.
"No, Anne! Please. Not under my arms! That's my other really ticklish spot! Please!" Samantha's face broke into a nervous smile. She felt her giggles growing in cadence. The feather had not even touched her armpit yet, but Sam could feel it approaching. Her head shakes and giggles continued to grow.
"Please! No, please. Don't tickle me there-aaaah-hahahahahahahahaha!" Samantha's head immediately turned to her left; Anne's feather still had not made contact. In fact, it was Richard fingers dancing in her left armpit that caused her to shriek in laughter.
"No no no!" Samantha tried to nudge Richard's fingers away with her forehead, but she just couldn't reach. Strangely, she found her gaze go towards Richard's fingers stroking the soft skin of her underarms. Watching the fingers do their work only increased the ticklishness, but she still couldn't turn her eyes away.
"Omigod omigod omigod! Kara-ha-ha-ha-ha! I'll...hahahaha...get you....hahahahha...for this...hahahahaha....AAAAAAAHHH!" Samantha's laughter exploded as she felt Anne's feather starting to twirl in her right armpit. "Noooooooooo! Hahahahahahaha! Not....hahahahhaha...both....hahahaha...armpitsah-hahahhahahhahahahaha!"
Samantha's upper body twisted in a vain attempt to escape the tickling. Her brown hair whipped around, and her feet danced in their bonds. The relentless tickling continued in spite of Sam's efforts as both finger and feather simply continued making their ticklish contact with Samantha's ticklish underarms.
"Hahahahahahahah. Pleeeease stoooopppp! Hahahahaha! Wait, what are you doing---AAAAHHAHAHAHAHHA!" Samantha's laughter reached a new pitch as both Richard and Anne grabbed Sam's biceps and held them in place. Now all of her wriggling was stopped, and Anne simply dropped her feather and proceeded to use her fingernails to tickle the reporter's poor armpits.
"HAhahahahahahhahahah! Not my armpits! Not my armpits! Not my-ahahahahahahahha..ahrrmpi-i-i-hi-hi-its! Hahahahahahaha!" At this point, any attempt of Sam's to say coherent words were overcome by the constant ticklish sensations under her arms. Richard and Anne were diabolical. They alternated with slow strokes to be followed with rapid ones. Samantha felt Anne focus on the little mound of her armpit where the hair would have grown if not for her meticulous grooming routine. Meanwhile, Richard concentrated on the deep hollow of Samantha's left armpit. If asked, Samantha would not be able to tell you which was worse. The feeling of the tickling simply overwhelmed her. As she was held in place by the grip of Anne on her right and Richard on her left, Samantha was left with just a constant flow of laughter as the tickling under her arms continued.
"Hahahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahahaha! Hahahahhahahaha!"
While Richard continued tickling Samantha's left underarm, Anne turned her face toward Samantha's ear. The camera could not pick this up, but Anne quietly whispered some teasing words.
"Which tickles more, Samantha? What if I tickle you right here in the middle of your underarm? Do you like it when I do it slowly like this...?" Samantha only could answer with another torrent of giggles as she turned her attention to watching Anne's fingernails stroke her sensitive armpit. Her laughter suddenly increased when Anne's cadence suddenly got faster and added slightly more pressure. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Oh you really like this one, don't you?" Samantha could only answer with a flow of laughter as she looked in desperation from Anne to Anne's fingers in her right underarm to Richard to his fingers in her left underarm. Then all Samantha could do is throw her head back and laugh as the tickling sensations continued.
Finally, when Samantha simply wondered if the tickling would ever stop, it suddenly did. In spite of the tickling ending, Samantha's giggles continued as if it was an overflow of sensations. As Samantha caught her breath, she noticed Anne and Richard flanking her with proud looks on their faces while the crew and the bystanders that had gathered from the very beginning broke out in a round of applause.
"Well done, Samantha! Thanks for being a good sport!"
As Sam heard the applause, her face broke out into a tired smile.
"Well, that's an experience I won't soon forget. Thanks to Anne and Richard for that torture session!" Samantha said as she continued to regain her composure. "I hope you guys at home enjoyed that. This is Samantha Cortese, reporting from Irwindale. Back to you in studio, Courtney--aaaahhahaha!" Anne had stroked Samantha's underarm one more time as her own kind of sign off. Kara signaled to the crew, and the segment ended.
***
As Richard and Anne let Samantha out of the chair, Kara approached her. "The producers are telling me that was the most popular segment we've done in a long time. Good job, Sam. Thanks for being such a good sport!"
"Yeah, easy for you to say, Kara," Samantha replied as she put on her keds back on her recently tickled feet. "You weren't the one getting tickle-tortured!" With her shoes back on, Samantha subconsciously rubbed both her armpits as if to try and eliminate any lingering tickle sensation there.
"Well, better you than me!" Kara said with a chuckle as she walked away. Sam looked at her wryly as she attempted to put her hair back in order.
"You really were a good sport." Samantha turned around and noticed a smiling Anne and Richard.
"Yes, you really got me there. You zeroed in on my ticklish spots like pros!"
"Well, we actually are pros," they answered back.
"I just wish Kara would get a taste of what I went through."
"Well, don't you guys have a web base show?"
"Well...we do have a show called KTLA off the Clock..." Sam thought out loud.
"We're here for another few weeks. Maybe if this segment was so popular, they can do a similar segment for that show?"
Samantha started to smile as she picked up her phone to call her producers. "Hello? Yes, I heard the segment was good. How about a sequel for Off the Clock? No, not me. I was thinking Kara...oh, you think it will work? Cool. Let's talk about it tomorrow."
Samantha hung up and smiled at Richard and Anne, who smiled right back.
There it is. Again I hope you like it in spite of my own preferences.
I've attached a picture of her, and there's also a small clip where she gets lassoed mid report. Her demeanor and giggle as this happened live also inspired this story.
This is my first attempt at writing a fiction story. It was inspired by two things. The first is the set of Canelli Renfaire videos; I always liked the surprised and organic reactions. The second is KTLA reporter/anchor Samantha Cortese. She's as cute as a button, and she has a cute laugh. She also wears a lot of sleeveless dresses, so that appeals to me. My preference is more PG type stories, so apologies to those who are not into that. Also, I'm not from LA, so location authenticity will not be at a premium. It's a story with tickling, instead of just going right into it, and I tend to prefer armpit tickling, though I do give some attention to the feet. I hope you like it; here goes...
While she enjoyed her job as the 4 pm anchor, Samantha Cortese was grateful that the KTLA producers suggested she go on location to Irwindale where the annual Renfaire festival was being held. She loved interacting with people, and she remembered how much fun she had at the Sponge Bob festival a few years back. The plan was that the news cast would break to her live reports, after which she would send it back to studio. The weather was perfect, and Samantha was wearing her trademark sleeveless dress, but she traded in her heels for more comfortable keds. Sam reported on the crafts, the dueling knights, and of course the food.
The on-site producter was Kara Marken for this set of segments, and she led Samantha to the next attraction.
"This is your next segment, Sam. It's debuting at the festival this year. It's a set of stocks that some villages used as a shaming punishment. We'd like you to be put in it for the segment. Meet Richard and Anne; they are the ones running it."
"Pleased to meet you, Richard and Anne," Samantha said as she shook their hands. "I'm looking forward to doing this segment with you."
"So Samantha will interview you, and you will simply explain to our audience what this exhibit is about," said Kara.
"No problem. This will be fun," Anne replied.
"Ok, we're on in a few seconds."
***
Courtney Friel finished her segment, and the studio producers cued her to go to Samantha.
"We're going back to the Renfaire Festival at Irwindale, where Samantha Cortese is with a unique looking device. Sam, that looks...interesting. What do you have there?"
"Hi Courtney! I've had a great time so far. Meet Richard and Anne, and they have a new exhibit here. Anne, this looks like a chair, but it's not quite that simple."
"Yes, Sam. This chair is actually a kind of punishment device for minor crimes. If you are familiar with the concept of the pillory, this is similar to it, but the person is sitting down instead of being bent over. You see that instead of holes for your head and hands, there are padded stocks for your feet. It was meant to embarrass and humiliate the victim instead of inflicting pain."
"So it was like an extreme version of a dunce cap? So how does it work?."
Anne all of a sudden had a mischievous look on her face that was only matched by a similar look flashed by Kara in the background and that Sam only slightly caught since she focused on the live interview.
"I could explain it, but it's easier to show you instead."
Samantha hesitated a bit, and she noticed Kara's smile. "I don't know. My producer is looking like a cat who drank some cream."
"Oh don't worry, Sam. Everything will be fine. Just have a seat right here."
"I can hold the mike for you, Sam," Kara said as she got into camera.
"Oh, ok. I'm trusting you, Anne," said Sam as she took her seat.
"Put your feet on these pads, and I'll close the stocks."
Anne guided Sam's ankles into the padded stocks, and then she closed the stocks over her feet. The fit was snug, but not overly tight. Samantha gave a slight gasp as she heard the metal lock into place; her feet were firmly stuck.
"Ok, now your feet are nice and trapped. It's time for your wrists. I'll take your right hand, and Richard will take your left, and we'll put them in these cuffs." The cuffs that were slightly hidden behind the back of the chair came into view. Samantha tilted her head around and only noticed them now as Richard and Anne raised Samantha's arms up.
"Wait, I didn't know about these!" Samantha said with a giggle that was slightly sprinkled with a note of nervousness.
"Don't worry," came Anne's reply as she bound Samantha's right wrist snugly way above her head. "We'll make sure you're comfortable."
"Well, ok," Samantha said with a sigh of resignation. "We'll send it back to Courtney in studio, and we'll be back in a few minutes." Kara did the countdown to the live camera crew while Samantha looked at both her wrists being secured above her head, and then she gave a wry smile to the camera as it faded to black.
***
"Kara, you did not prepare me for this!" Samantha said as she let out an embarrassed giggle.
"I know, Sam, but your genuine reactions are what will make this segment so great."
"Oh, all right. I guess this will make a neat segment on the KTLA social media."
"No doubt! Oh, Sam, your underarms are a bit moist. We don't want sweat stains going to your dress. I'll get the make up crew over." The make up artists came up to Sam with some cotton gauze and deodorant sticks. As they approached Samantha's underarms, they took the cotton to her underarms and started dabbing and wiping the moisture there. As they did their work, Samantha started to giggle noticeably.
"Hey! Careful! I'm really ticklish!" At this, both Richard and Anne looked up, and they shared a quiet and knowing smile.
"Are you really?" replied Kara as the make up crew continued their work.
"Ye-e-e-essss! Aaahhhh! Heeheehee! How much longer!"
"Just the deodorant now. Ok we're done." the make up girl said.
"Wow you really are ticklish, Sam!"
"Yes. That's how my husband gets me when we joke around. Once, I threw water balloons at him, and he chased me down. He caught me, pinned me down, and tickled me. He goes right after my tickle spots!"
"Wow, that is funny," Kara replied. "Oh! Places people! We're going live in a minute!"
***
Courtney Friel was finishing her latest report when the producers again directed her to introduce the live feed. "And now we're going back to Irwindale to our own Samantha Cortese, who seems a bit tied up at the moment. Sam?"
"Hello Courtney. Yes, I'm in a unique position here. I'm well secured in this chair which apparently was used as a mild punishment back in the day. Here are Richard and Anne to explain. So you said that this was done more for humiliation and shaming for minor crimes, so we're not talking about brutal torture?"
"Yes," replied Richard. "It was not meant to inflict pain. The idea was that the criminal would be secured in the chair like you are now, and the village would have a field day embarrassing her. Sometimes they would just throw rotten vegetables or old dishwater at the unfortunate."
"Oh, that would be terrible!" said Samantha. "You're not going to do that to me, are you?"
"Oh, no! We don't want to ruin your dress!" said Richard.
"There is another thing they used to do, though," said Anne. "We can show you now." Anne bent over towards Sam's feet; Richard accompanied her, and they both slowly peeled off Sam's keds, exposing her recently pedicured feet.
"Oh no! Why are you taking off my shoes? Wait! What are you doing now?" Samantha said as her nervous giggles stared up again while Richard and Anne looped some soft strings around her big toes and fastened them to the stocks. Once done, Richard went behind the chair while Anne faced Sam.
"There was another punishment that would often be used. Richard here is bringing the tools they used." Sam whirled her head around, but she couldn't see Richard until he emerged from the back of the chair with his hands behind his back. "This won't get your dress dirty, but I'm sure you will be tickled by it."
A surprised and worried look came onto Sam's face as she heard the word "tickled," and her eyebrows went up even more as Richard brought his hands from his back and showed the two stiff feathers in his hand. He gave one to Anne, and they approached her trapped feet. Meanwhile, off camera, Kara's face broke into a surprised smile.
"Oh no! Please don't tickle me! Please don't! My feet are really ticklish-sh-sha-hahahahaha!" Samantha's sentence was interrupted by a torrent of giggles as the feathers made contact with her soles. The feathers slowly traced deliberate strokes on the arches of Sam's feet relentlessly going up and down. They lingered in the middle of her foot which gave Samantha flashbacks of the pumice stone that gave her a similar tickle-torture when she got her pedicure a few short days ago. In this case, however, she could not yank her feet away like she could in the salon. Her feet were trapped in the stocks, and the soft string around her big toes prevented her from even a rudimentary attempt of getting her feet away from the diabolical feathers that continued their ticklish work.
"Omigod omigod omigod! Hahahahahaha!" Samantha cried out. "This...hahahaha...tickles...hahaha...so bad! Hahahahaha!" Her giggles flowed like a bubbling creek, but the pitch suddenly went up in volume when she felt Anne take her feather and trace it from her heel up to her toes and then twirling it between her toes. "Nooooo! Hahahaha!" Richard noticed this, and followed Anne's lead, making Samantha laugh even harder. Anne then had another mischievous look. As she used the feather between Sam's toes with her one hand, she proceeded to use her other hand to scribble her fingernails all over Samantha's soles, from heel to arch to base of toes. Samantha's laugh got even louder, making her unable to articulate anything but occasional incomprehensible syllables. It only got worse when Richard again followed Anne's lead, and Samantha could only sit there and laugh as two feathers and two hands relentlessly tickled her trapped feet. Suddenly, when she thought she couldn't take anymore, the tickling finally stopped. Samantha exhaled with relief as her eyes met Anne's and then Richard's. She then noticed Kara in the background covering her mouth clearly trying to hide her amusement at Samantha's predicament.
"Ok, so that was the minor version," Anne started.
"Minor version?!?" replied Samantha with shock.
"Oh yes. That lasted only a minute."
That was only a minute? Samantha thought to herself. That seemed like hours!
"There's one more thing we can show you," Anne said with a pleasant smile.
"Oh no no no! We're sending this back to studio! Back to you Courtney. Or commercial break! Anything!"
Kara signaled the live crew to cut this part of the segment. There was a slight look of disappointment on Anne's and Richard's face.
"Omigod, Kara, that tickled so bad! Did you know about this?"
"I thought it might be a possibility, Sam," replied Kara with a smile.
"Ok, time to get me out, Kara!" Samantha said, but paused as she was Kara get a look of focus as she pressed her earpiece into her ear.
"Oh, ok," Kara was heard to say. "Are you sure? Ok! Will do! Hey Sam, that was the producer. That segment really got a lot of interest and ratings. The comments on our social media are going through the roof!|
"Oh!" Samantha said with a smile. "I guess it was worth it then. Now could you let me out?"
"Not yet, Sam," said Kara to Samantha's surprise. "The producers want to expand this segment. They're sending it back to us to continue the demo. Places, people! We're back in a minute!" Samantha's jaw dropped, while both Anne and Richard felt a smile return to their faces.
***
Courtney Friel felt herself shudder while she watched her friend and co-worker get her feet tickle-tortured. Wow, better her than me, she thought. Oh well, time to send this back to her. I wonder what will happen to her next?
"We're going back to Irwindale to KTLA's Samantha Cortese who found herself in a bit of a ticklish situation. What are you up to now, Sam?"
"Ticklish situation...hahaha, Courtney," Samantha said wryly. "So, Anne, that was a pretty intense demo!"
"Yes, Samantha. But like I said, what you experienced was just the minor version. We talked with your producer Kara..." At this, Samantha's look went to Kara, and there was an unmistakable grin on her face, "...and Kara said we could go ahead and give you the fuller version."
After shooting a look of grumpy side-eye to Kara, Sam turned to Anne. "Ok, but please don't tickle my feet. Anything but that. My feet are one of my most ticklish spots."
"Oh, don't worry. We'll leave your feet alone." Samantha's relief at these words started to melt as she noticed Anne approaching her at eye level and Richard flanking her on the other side. Samantha's hands, still stretched up over her head held firmly by the soft straps, started to feel damp with her nervousness growing.
"There is one place on the body that added to the criminal's embarrassment. It's told they would tear at the victim's sleeves to expose her arms,' explained Anne as Samantha's fear started to grow exponentially. "Luckily, your dress is sleeveless, so we can skip that step." Anne started to twirl her feather slowly toward Samantha's right underarm. Sam looked pleadingly at Anne as she shook her head.
"No, Anne! Please. Not under my arms! That's my other really ticklish spot! Please!" Samantha's face broke into a nervous smile. She felt her giggles growing in cadence. The feather had not even touched her armpit yet, but Sam could feel it approaching. Her head shakes and giggles continued to grow.
"Please! No, please. Don't tickle me there-aaaah-hahahahahahahahaha!" Samantha's head immediately turned to her left; Anne's feather still had not made contact. In fact, it was Richard fingers dancing in her left armpit that caused her to shriek in laughter.
"No no no!" Samantha tried to nudge Richard's fingers away with her forehead, but she just couldn't reach. Strangely, she found her gaze go towards Richard's fingers stroking the soft skin of her underarms. Watching the fingers do their work only increased the ticklishness, but she still couldn't turn her eyes away.
"Omigod omigod omigod! Kara-ha-ha-ha-ha! I'll...hahahaha...get you....hahahahha...for this...hahahahaha....AAAAAAAHHH!" Samantha's laughter exploded as she felt Anne's feather starting to twirl in her right armpit. "Noooooooooo! Hahahahahahaha! Not....hahahahhaha...both....hahahaha...armpitsah-hahahhahahhahahahaha!"
Samantha's upper body twisted in a vain attempt to escape the tickling. Her brown hair whipped around, and her feet danced in their bonds. The relentless tickling continued in spite of Sam's efforts as both finger and feather simply continued making their ticklish contact with Samantha's ticklish underarms.
"Hahahahahahahah. Pleeeease stoooopppp! Hahahahaha! Wait, what are you doing---AAAAHHAHAHAHAHHA!" Samantha's laughter reached a new pitch as both Richard and Anne grabbed Sam's biceps and held them in place. Now all of her wriggling was stopped, and Anne simply dropped her feather and proceeded to use her fingernails to tickle the reporter's poor armpits.
"HAhahahahahahhahahah! Not my armpits! Not my armpits! Not my-ahahahahahahahha..ahrrmpi-i-i-hi-hi-its! Hahahahahahaha!" At this point, any attempt of Sam's to say coherent words were overcome by the constant ticklish sensations under her arms. Richard and Anne were diabolical. They alternated with slow strokes to be followed with rapid ones. Samantha felt Anne focus on the little mound of her armpit where the hair would have grown if not for her meticulous grooming routine. Meanwhile, Richard concentrated on the deep hollow of Samantha's left armpit. If asked, Samantha would not be able to tell you which was worse. The feeling of the tickling simply overwhelmed her. As she was held in place by the grip of Anne on her right and Richard on her left, Samantha was left with just a constant flow of laughter as the tickling under her arms continued.
"Hahahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahahaha! Hahahahhahahaha!"
While Richard continued tickling Samantha's left underarm, Anne turned her face toward Samantha's ear. The camera could not pick this up, but Anne quietly whispered some teasing words.
"Which tickles more, Samantha? What if I tickle you right here in the middle of your underarm? Do you like it when I do it slowly like this...?" Samantha only could answer with another torrent of giggles as she turned her attention to watching Anne's fingernails stroke her sensitive armpit. Her laughter suddenly increased when Anne's cadence suddenly got faster and added slightly more pressure. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Oh you really like this one, don't you?" Samantha could only answer with a flow of laughter as she looked in desperation from Anne to Anne's fingers in her right underarm to Richard to his fingers in her left underarm. Then all Samantha could do is throw her head back and laugh as the tickling sensations continued.
Finally, when Samantha simply wondered if the tickling would ever stop, it suddenly did. In spite of the tickling ending, Samantha's giggles continued as if it was an overflow of sensations. As Samantha caught her breath, she noticed Anne and Richard flanking her with proud looks on their faces while the crew and the bystanders that had gathered from the very beginning broke out in a round of applause.
"Well done, Samantha! Thanks for being a good sport!"
As Sam heard the applause, her face broke out into a tired smile.
"Well, that's an experience I won't soon forget. Thanks to Anne and Richard for that torture session!" Samantha said as she continued to regain her composure. "I hope you guys at home enjoyed that. This is Samantha Cortese, reporting from Irwindale. Back to you in studio, Courtney--aaaahhahaha!" Anne had stroked Samantha's underarm one more time as her own kind of sign off. Kara signaled to the crew, and the segment ended.
***
As Richard and Anne let Samantha out of the chair, Kara approached her. "The producers are telling me that was the most popular segment we've done in a long time. Good job, Sam. Thanks for being such a good sport!"
"Yeah, easy for you to say, Kara," Samantha replied as she put on her keds back on her recently tickled feet. "You weren't the one getting tickle-tortured!" With her shoes back on, Samantha subconsciously rubbed both her armpits as if to try and eliminate any lingering tickle sensation there.
"Well, better you than me!" Kara said with a chuckle as she walked away. Sam looked at her wryly as she attempted to put her hair back in order.
"You really were a good sport." Samantha turned around and noticed a smiling Anne and Richard.
"Yes, you really got me there. You zeroed in on my ticklish spots like pros!"
"Well, we actually are pros," they answered back.
"I just wish Kara would get a taste of what I went through."
"Well, don't you guys have a web base show?"
"Well...we do have a show called KTLA off the Clock..." Sam thought out loud.
"We're here for another few weeks. Maybe if this segment was so popular, they can do a similar segment for that show?"
Samantha started to smile as she picked up her phone to call her producers. "Hello? Yes, I heard the segment was good. How about a sequel for Off the Clock? No, not me. I was thinking Kara...oh, you think it will work? Cool. Let's talk about it tomorrow."
Samantha hung up and smiled at Richard and Anne, who smiled right back.
There it is. Again I hope you like it in spite of my own preferences.
I've attached a picture of her, and there's also a small clip where she gets lassoed mid report. Her demeanor and giggle as this happened live also inspired this story.
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