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Tash had always been hesitant about going to a gym. The thought of lifting weights, running on a treadmill, and sweating in front of strangers didn't exactly appeal to her. But when the new year rolled around, she decided it was time to step out of her comfort zone and join the local gym.
The smell of fresh rubber mats and disinfectant wafted through the air as Tash pushed open the heavy glass doors of the gym. The soft hum of treadmills and the rhythmic clanging of weights reached her ears, making her both excited and slightly nervous. She walked up to the sleek, modern reception desk, where a smiling woman with big breasts greeted her. Tash noticed her breasts were stretching the fabric of her too-tight black polo shirt.
"Hi there! How can I help you today?" the receptionist asked brightly.
Tash tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and smiled back. "Hi! I was wondering about your membership prices?"
"Of course! We have a few options," the receptionist began, pulling out a pamphlet. "But our most popular is the rolling membership—no long-term commitment, just pay month by month. It’s $45 a month, and that includes access to all our facilities and classes."
Tash’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. "That sounds perfect. I was worried it might be more expensive." She pulled out her card and handed it over.
As the receptionist processed the payment, she continued, "We also have a gym app, which makes booking classes super easy. You can see the full schedule and even get reminders for your favorite sessions."
"That’s handy," Tash replied, accepting her card back along with a membership card. "Is it easy to set up?"
"Very easy," the receptionist assured her.
A few taps later and the gym’s app was installed on Tash's phone. She quickly made an account and logged in, curious about the classes on offer. The sleek interface showed a variety of options: spinning, yoga, high-intensity interval training, and even dance workouts.
She continued to scroll through. Then her thumb stopped over a class. It was called "Tickle Fitness".
The name piqued her curiosity. She tapped the "More Details" button. A new page appeared, which read:
"Are you ticklish? This innovative class is designed to boost your endorphins, improve flexibility, and strengthen the core through a series of tickling exercises. Prepare to giggle your way to a stronger body. Let laughter be your next great workout!"
Tash's brows knitted together as she glanced up at the receptionist. "Hey, I noticed this class — Tickle Fitness — what's it about?"
The receptionist's eyes lit up with mischievous glee. "Ah, Tickle Fitness! It's one of our... newest classes. Perfect if you’re looking to burn a lot of calories and tone up quickly. It’s intense, but people love it."
Tash grew intrigued. "So, it’s like a full-body workout?"
"Exactly," the receptionist confirmed. "The sessions are 45 minutes, and you'll be assigned a partner who will tickle you throughout. The instructor walks around supervising the class. The idea is to maximize effort in a shorter time frame, so it’s great if you have a busy schedule but still want results."
"Being tickled for 45 minutes? That sounds... challenging," Tash said with a small laugh. "But also kind of fun."
The receptionist nodded. "It is! A lot of people start off feeling a little intimidated, but by the end of the class, they’re hooked. You should definitely give it a try. But places fill up fast, so it’s good to book quickly."
Tash glanced back at the app, eyeing the available slots for Tickle Fitness. There was one spot free. A twinge of nervous energy ran through her, but a buzz of excitement was there too. "You know what? I think I will."
She tapped the "Book" button, feeling a sense of accomplishment already. "Thanks for everything," she said, slipping her phone into her bag.
"You'll really enjoy it!" said the receptionist, slipping her a wink. "Plus, once you’ve done one class, you’ll feel like a total pro."
Tash laughed. "Let’s hope so."
******
Tash stood outside the gym entrance the following evening, shifting her weight nervously from foot to foot. The sky was already dark, and a cool breeze gently tickled her bare armpits as she glanced through the glass doors. Inside, everything seemed much more intimidating than it had the day before — especially knowing she was about to face the Tickle Fitness class.
She was wearing a pair of sleek black leggings, the kind that hugged her legs but allowed plenty of movement. Keeping her ample breasts in place was a fitted sports bra that offered the right amount of support without being restrictive. On her feet were a pair of lightweight trainers — black with a subtle pop of color in the form of neon orange accents.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open and stepped inside. The receptionist from yesterday gave her a quick wave and a warm smile. "Tickle Fitness?" she asked with a wink.
Tash nodded, her stomach fluttering with both excitement and nerves. "Yep, first time."
"You’ll do great. The studio’s down the hall, second door on the right," the receptionist said, motioning with her hand.
Tash thanked her and made her way toward the class, feeling the energy around her intensify. She passed other members stretching, lifting weights, and chatting in small groups, all of whom looked far more confident than she felt. She stopped outside the studio door, took a steadying breath, and stepped in.
The room was brightly lit, with mirrors covering one wall and rows of neatly arranged exercise mats on the floor. The room was already filled with women. They were chatting and warming up. Their outfits ranged from leggings and baggy t-shirts to skimpy sports bras and tiny shorts.
The instructor — a tall woman with a muscular build — caught Tash's eye as she entered the class. "First time?"
"Yes," said Tash, beginning to blush. She could feel the eyes of the other women in the class burning into her.
"Welcome to the class," she said. "Have you ever done any kind of tickling exercise before?"
"No," replied Tash.
"Okay, well, don't worry. This class is supportive and we love new members. Although not many members come back after their first session. I don't know why. Maybe it's because of the initiation ceremony."
Some of the women laughed. Maybe it was Tash's imagination, but that laughter sounded cruel.
"Anyway, first we'll do some basic tickling. So being tickled is actually a good form of exercise due to the physical responses it triggers," continued the instructor. "When you're tickled, your muscles tense up and contract involuntarily, especially in the abdominal region. Laughter also works your diaphragm and core muscles. It increases your heart rate, so it's also a form of aerobic activity."
"Sounds good," said Tash, grinning. She tried to come across as confident but her heart was beating rapidly and she had butterflies fluttering around her chest.
"Tickling is actually an ancient form of exercise. Does anyone know that Roman gladiators used to tickle each other as a form of training? Imagine those big muscular men, totally naked, tickling each other into hysterics. The sweat on their muscles glistening in the sun."
There were some giggles and catcalls from the women.
"Okay, that's enough daydreaming for now. Let's start the class! I want everyone to find a partner."
The women began to pair up. For a moment Tash thought no one would partner with her and she'd be the only one alone. But then a tall woman walked over to Tash and smiled.
"I'm Madeline," said the woman, smiling playfully. Tash's mouth opened involuntarily in a small "o" as her eyes took in the woman's appearance. First was her hair: Madeline had striking red hair, the color of fire, cascading down her shoulders. Next were the leggings: Madeline was wearing a tight pair of gray polyester leggings that were so tight they showed every detail of her genitalia. Tash could see the outline of Madeline's labia majora and butt crack. It was the most extreme case of cameltoe Tash had ever seen. The final touch to Madeline's appearance was her blue sports bra, of which the zip was pulled halfway down her ample cleavage. The term "gym bunny" came to Tash's mind, though from Madeline's style of dress, she could have been more of a "slut bunny".
"So, first time huh?" said Madeline.
"Yeah, I guess," said Tash, pushing a loose strand of hair back behind her ear nervously.
"Don't worry, I'll go easy on you," Madeline said with a wink.
Just then, the instructor said, "Now, I want one person from each pair to lie down, face up. Lie down, face up, with your arms above your head. Like this."
The women watched as the instructor lay down on the floor and put her arms above her head.
"Got it? Lie down and stretch your arms out. As far as you can."
The women began lying down and stretching their arms above their heads. Madeline must have noticed Tash's apprehension because she said, "Don't worry, I'll go first." She lay down on the floor and obediently put her arms above her head. "I'm ready for you, new girl," Madeline said, batting her eyelids at Tash playfully, her lithe body slinking seductively on the floor. "But please don't tickle me too much because I might pee myself," she said with a giggle. "I'm sooooo ticklish."
Tash blushed.
"Now, as for the rest of you, you'll be tickling your partner," said the instructor. "I want you to tickle your partner's armpits, belly, sides, whatever you need to make your partner giggle. You can start... NOW."
From around the room came the sounds of giggles, snorts, and laughter as the women started tickling each other.
Tash looked down at Madeline and blushed again. "Sorry, I'm feeling a bit nervous."
"It's fine," said Madeline, smiling. "Just take your time."
So Tash started to lightly stroke Madeline's left armpit with one finger. Madeline giggled and squirmed. "Hey, that's it. That's good."
Feeling more confident thanks to Madeline's words of encouragement, Tash began to use her other hand to stroke a finger across Madeline's right armpit too.
"MMMMMM," said Madeline, trying not to laugh. She moved her head from side to side, her red hair brushing against her forehead. "Mmmmm, that feels so GOOD."
Nearby, a woman was laughing hysterically while her partner squeezed her belly hard with both hands.
The gym instructor approached Tash to check her progress.
"Good job, you're getting her to smile," said the instructor. "But try using all your fingers. Like this."
The instructor bent down and began tickling Madeline's exposed armpits with all ten fingers. Madeline burst into laughter.
"MMMmmmmHEEHEEHEEHEE! OH MY GOD, YES!" cried Madeline. "THAT'S IT! HAHAHAHA!"
"You see?" said the instructor, her fingers still mercilessly tickling Madeline's armpits. "You just keep it up like this and she'll have a great workout. She's using lots of calories right now."
The instructor continued like that for a full minute, tickling Madeline's sensitive armpits. Madeline's eyes were scrunched up with laughter. Her face was turning red, like her hair.
Suddenly the tickling stopped. Madeline lay on the floor in a sweaty, heaving mess. She frowned as if she was disappointed.
"Aww, it was just getting good," complained Madeline. She bit her lower lip with frustration.
The instructor turned to Tash and said, "Now you try."
"Uh, okay," said Tash.
Another strand of loose hair brushed across Tash's face, so she took a hair tie from her wrist and tied her hair back into a ponytail. Then she did as the instructor had shown her. She tickled Madeline's armpits with all ten fingers. Madeline was soon laughing hysterically. Her big boobs were bouncing up and down inside her blue gym bra. Tash was worried Madeline's boobs were going to burst out of her gym bra at any moment.
Tash tickled Madeline like this for about five minutes, during which Madeline's laughter changed to grunts and then to moans. Madeline even started dry-humping the air with her crotch.
"Don't stop," said Madeline between moans. Her eyes were closed tight. "Please don't stop tickling me. Tickle me forever."
Tash kept up the tickling on Madeline's armpits as Madeline's moans became higher and higher in pitch. Finally, Madeline emitted a scream and for a few seconds, her body went rigid. Then she let out a moan of satisfaction and relaxed.
"Uh, are you okay?" asked Tash.
Madeline's eyes slowly opened. For a moment she didn't seem to remember where she was.
"That was amazing," she said finally. "I went to heaven."
There was a small damp spot on the crotch of Madeline's leggings, right in front of her vagina. Tash didn't know if it was pee... or something else. She didn't ask.
"Now let's move on to the next part," said the instructor. "I want you all to switch roles. Whoever was doing the tickling, I want you over here, by the wall."
Restraints were hanging down from the ceiling. Tash was surprised she hadn't noticed them until now. They had blended in with the rest of the exercise equipment in the room. But now she saw they weren't like gym equipment at all, but more like BDSM equipment. There were about ten restraints. Each was a set of black leather cuffs attached to a metal bar, which itself was suspended from the ceiling by chains. The cuffs had metal buckles and straps, giving them a sturdy appearance.
Tash looked at the restraints and gulped. This wasn't what she had expected.
Madeline looked at Tash and grinned. "Oh, it's payback time."
"You all know what to do," said the instructor. "Start restraining your partners' arms. Make sure the cuffs are tight enough so your partner can't escape, but don't make them too tight. We don't want anyone getting hurt."
The women began restraining each other to the ceiling. Tash followed Madeline to a pair of free restraints.
"Come on, put your arms up," said Madeline.
Tash held up her arms. Madeline began restraining Tash's wrists to the cuffs. Once Madeline was finished, Tash experimentally tried pulling down on the restraints. They had no give. Her arms were now completely stuck above her head, leaving her bare armpits completely vulnerable.
The other women had finishing strapping each other to restraints too.
"Everyone ready?" said the instructor. "Okay, shall we begin? Remember, tickle your partner anywhere you want to get your partner to laugh. And I mean anywhere you want."
The women began tickling each other mercilessly. From around the room came the renewed sound of tormented laughter.
"Hey, over here," said Madeline.
Tash was alarmed to see Madeline wiggling her fingers at her exposed armpits.
"Um, I think I might have changed my mind about this," said Tash, struggling and failing to cover her armpits with her arms. The weird thing was that despite her fear, she couldn't help but smile as Madeline's fingers came closer.
Madeline laughed. "Maybe I'll make you pee? Guess we'll see."
"I'm sorry, what?" said Tash.
"Tickle tickle tickle," said Madeline, her fingers wiggling towards Tash's armpits again.
Tash felt her mouth curl further upwards into a grin against her will. But while on the outside she was smiling, inside she was panicking. Those fingers of Madeline kept coming towards her armpits "No no no no, please, don't do this," stammered Tash. "No no please don't please don't please don't." She tried to twist away as Madeline's fingers came closer but the restraints held Tash's arms firmly above her head. "No no please no no no no NO! NO! OH MY GOHOHOHOD! OH! HAHAHAHA!!"
To Tash's own surprise, she had begun laughing hysterically. Madeline's fingernails were tickling Tash's ultra-sensitive armpits mercilessly. The sensation was horrible. Madeline was touching her in one of the most private areas of her body and she couldn't stop it.
"HAHAHAHA! OH GOHOHOD! OH! HAHAHAHA!
"God, you're really ticklish!" said Madeline.
Tash was thrashing about as if she was being electrocuted. Her face was turning red. The whole while she was laughing loudly as if she was loving every second of it. She was amazed at her body's own betrayal. Why was she laughing at this torment?
While still torturing one armpit with her right hand, Madeline reached down with her left hand to briefly tickle Tash's abdomen, around her belly button. Tash surprised herself by emitting a high-pitched shriek. Madeline laughed. She began using her nimble fingers to tickle Tash's abdomen further.
"NOT THERE!! HAHAHAHAH! GAW HAW HAW! NOT THERE!! "
"Oh you so want it there huh? You like it there?"
"NO! NO!"
"You really like it there huh? Just here? "
Madeline began using both hands to dance her fingers around her belly button like a spider, now reducing Tash to silent gibbering laughter.
Then Madeline suddenly grabbed Tash's sides with both hands and started squeezing, as if she was kneading bread. Tash screamed and then broke loudly into new hysterics.
"STOP!! PLEASEHAHAHA!"
"Aww, I think you like this," said Madeline grinning as she squeezed around Tash's tummy.
"NO I DOHOHOHOHN'T!" screamed Tash. She really didn't. It was borderline pain.
"If you don't like it, then why are you laughing so much? Why are you laughing so much? It must be because you love it ."
"PLEASE, OH MY GOD! HAHHAHA! STOHOHOHOP!" Tash's eyes were closed.
"You want me to stop? I tell you what, if you stop laughing, I'll stop tickling you. How does that sound? Just stop laughing. Then I'll stop."
This was cruel because Tash couldn't have stopped laughing if she tried. Not with Madeline's slender fingers squeezing into the most sensitive parts of her belly.
Suddenly Tash felt pee escaping her bladder. She quickly squeezed her pelvic muscles. She felt the movement of the pee stop.
"I'M GONNA PEE! I'M GONNA PEE!" screamed Tash in alarm.
"Aww, does poor little baby want to pee?" said Madeline, while keeping up the full-out assault on Tash's ticklish abdomen. "Is poor little ticklish baby gonna pee her pants? "
"YES!" cried Tash between tears of laughter. Her mouth was pulled into a desperate rictus grin.
Tash had to keep squeezing her pelvic muscles tighter to hold in the pee. But she didn't know how much longer she could manage it.
Suddenly Madeline began kneading her abdomen again, but with force this time. The strength of Madeline's fingers on her stomach made Tash lose control. To her horror, her pee escaped her urethra and began soaking her leggings.
"HAHAHAHA OH MY GOD I'M PEEING! I'M PEEING!"
"Yeah, I can see that," said Madeline cruelly and she continued tickling Tash's stomach. "Come on, let's get all that pee out. Pee, baby, pee," sang Madeline.
All around the room, the laughter stopped as the women stared at Madeline, who was laughing weakly and hanging limply from the ropes, with a large pee stain on her leggings.
The instructor came over to Tash and Madeline. She looked down at the pee stain on Tash's leggings.
"I peed myself," Tash said weakly, even though this was obvious.
"Oh dear, it looks like you've had an accident," said the instructor.
Tash thought it was finally over. She thought now the instructor would undo the straps and she would be free to leave.
But she was wrong.
"Never mind," said the instructor. "Accidents do happen. I'll just take these off for you."
The instructor bent down and began pulling off Tash's shoes. Tash couldn't believe her eyes. What the hell was going on?
Then Madeline helped the instructor peel off Tash's wet leggings. Under her leggings, Tash was wearing a black thong. Tash stood there humiliated, her thong soaked with urine, her arms stretched above her head, and dressed in only a sports bra and a thong. Her clothes were now skimpier than the bikini she normally wore to the beach.
The instructor clapped her hands once and said, "Let's get back to work everyone! Are you okay, Madeline? Your fingers are not too tired are they?"
"I'm great!" said Madeline with an evil grin.
"Good work! Keep it up!"
"Please... get me out," said Tash, but the instructor had already left.
Tash stood there, feeling utterly humiliated. Then she began to cry.
"Aw come on, don't cry," said Madeline, tilting her head to one side and frowning in a gesture of sympathy. Then her expression brightened. "Hey, I know what will cheer you up! More tickling!"
Tash looked up to see something horrible: Madeline wiggling her fingers at her armpits again.
"No," said Tash, her eyes growing wide in horror. "Not that!"
"Yep! More tickling! Yay!"
"NO!" said Tash. "STOP! NO!"
But it was no use. Madeline's wiggling fingers were slowly getting closer to Tash's armpits again.
"Come on, I know you like being tickled," taunted Madeline. "It makes you laugh. Which means you must love it."
"I don't love it," moaned Tash. "I hate it." But against her will, Tash broke into a rictus grin.
"If you don't love it, then why are you smiling?" said Madeline. Madeline's fingers were now hovering a few centimeters above Tash's armpits.
Tash shook her head from side to side. "No, please. No no no no no."
But Madeline's fingers made contact with Tash's armpits once more. Tash began laughing again like a mad woman. "HAHAHAHAHAHA! AH! OH! OH! AHAHA!
Madeline looked down at Tash's bare legs.
"What nice legs you have," said Madeline. "You don't mind if I tickle them, do you?"
Tash couldn't answer because she was too busy laughing and hiccuping.
Madeline reached down with her right hand and began tickling Tash's inner thighs.
"OH STOHOHOHOHOHOP!" laughed Tash, her face contorted into a huge grin. She snorted with laughter. "AHAHAHHAHAHAHAA! OH SHIT! OH SHIT! NOOO! OHAAHAHA! OHAHA! OOOOHAHA!"
"Does that tickle?" said Madeline as her fingers moved quickly around Tash's inner thighs.
"OH MY GOD! YES! IT TICKLES! PLEASE! I HATE YOU! AH! AHAHAHAH! STOP! NOHOHO! I SWEAR! HEEHEEHEE! OH SHIT!"
Then Madeline wiggled her fingers behind Tash's left knee, making Tash gasp and cry, "OH NOT THERE!"
"Oh, that's the spot right there," said Madeline smiling. She then spent a full minute tickling the behinds of Madeline's knees, while Madeline laughed silently and tried in vain to escape her arm restraints.
Soon Tash's face had turned bright red and she was gasping for air. All she could say between cackles of laughter was "STOP!" and "PLEASE!"
After what seemed like an eternity, the instructor said, "Okay, everyone switch!"
"Goodbye for now," said Madeline with a wave and a wink, as she walked over to a new partner.
Tash hoped the nightmare was finally over and she could leave. So she was disheartened when a small Asian woman approached her. This woman wore a pink sports bra and a short pink skirt. Her skirt was so short that her panties were visible. Which were also pink.
And she had also long pink manicured fingernails.
Very long fingernails.
"Please," moaned Tash. "I want to go."
"Can I tickle your nipples?" said the Asian woman. "I love tickling nipples."
"What?"
Before Tash could say anything else, the woman had unzipped Tash's sports bra, releasing Tash's big bouncy breasts. The sports bra fell away to the floor.
"Oh my god, they look so good," said the woman, licking her lips. "I bet your nipples are so ticklish."
"Please don't," begged Tash. "Please don't please don't please don't please DOHOHOHOHAHAHAH! AH! OH MY GOHOHOHOD! AH! AHAHAHAHA!" The woman was running her fingernails deftly up and around Tash's nipples. To Tash's horror, her nipples tickled almost as badly as her armpits did. She laughed hysterically. Tash's laughter was broken only by snorts and an occasional desperate "STOP!"
The woman began rubbing and squeezing Tash's nipples. To her shame, Tash actually felt herself getting aroused as the woman played with her nipples. Tash's cries of laughter were becoming moans of pleasure against her will.
Just as Tash's pussy was getting wet from excitement, the instructor called out, "Everyone switch!" Tash almost felt regret as she watched the Asian woman in the too-short pink skirt skip away to a new partner.
Next, a tall black woman approached Tash. She was wearing a pair of tight spandex shorts and a sports bra, through which the curves of her body were clearly visible. She looked Tash up and down and smiled. Tash gulped.
"Please let me go," begged Tash. "I just want to go."
The woman sat down on the floor and took one of Tash's feet in her hands.
"I love tickling feet," she said.
"Oh no, please..." moaned Tash. "Not my feet..."
But the woman ignored her. She began to scrabble her fingernails on Tash's soles, making Tash scream with laughter.
"Your feet are really ticklish," laughed the woman.
The woman scrabbled her fingers madly on Tash's soles for what seemed like forever. Then, without warning, she stood up and moved on to squeezing Tash's belly and armpits, making Tash scream with renewed agony. The woman was relentless and her hands were as strong as a man's.
"I love your armpits too," laughed the woman.
Just when Tash thought she couldn't take anymore and might go crazy, the instructor yelled, "All switch!" again.
The black woman went away and next came a small woman with glasses.
"Hi," she said, through her thick glasses. "My name's Megan."
Tash felt a little bit of relief. At least this woman couldn't be as bad as the last woman. She didn't look as strong for one thing.
Then the woman said, "I like to tickle pussies ."
"I'm sorry, what?" said Tash.
Tash thought the horrors of the session would never end, but she was wrong. Because Megan began tugging Tash's urine-soaked panties down.
"What are you doing!?" cried Tash. "Are you crazy?!"
But Megan didn't stop until Tash's panties were around her ankles. Then she got down on her knees and studied Tash's vagina. It was shaven. Megan pushed her glasses up her nose and then got to work torturing Tash's vagina.
Tash had no idea she was ticklish on her vagina. The worst was her clit. It wasn't ticklish as such, but every time Megan touched her clit, Tash felt herself getting hornier and hornier. Then when Tash was on the brink of an orgasm, Megan suddenly switched to tickling Tash's perineum instead. Tash howled with laughter.
Finally, the instructor called an end to the class. The women helped each other out the restraints.
All except Tash.
Tash hung there, naked, panting and sweating, with her arms still stuck above her head.
"Guys? Can someone get me out? Guys? Please? "
"Aw, poor baby," said the instructor. "You can't leave yet. Because it's your first time here, you get the initiation ceremony."
"I thought that was the initiation ceremony!" moaned Tash, and all the other women laughed.
Tash was naked now; her thong and gym shorts had been pulled down and her gym bra was lying uselessly on the floor.
"Guys?" said Tash, looking terrified. " Please, you guys?"
All the women began to slowly approach Tash. Their fingers were wiggled teasingly at Tash's exposed body.
"Please, no," begged Tash, as she started to cry.
A hundred fingers began tickling Tash at once. Tash broke into high-pitched desperate laughter. Then her laughter turned silent with the occasional hiccup. Her eyes were closed, and her head was back. Her expression was a huge anguished grin. Her ponytail was bouncing around crazily with every movement.
"Guys, she's really ticklish behind her thighs." said Madeline. "Tickle tickle tickle!"
"No, her most ticklish spot is her armpits!"
"I think it's her feet."
"No way, it's her stomach."
"Try around her pussy, she's so ticklish there."
Suddenly Tash cried out, "STOP! YOU BITCHES STOP! AHAHAHA!"
But the women just laughed.
"Oh, so we're bitches are we?" said Madeline. "That's not very nice. Because you're so mean, you get a little bit extra of THIS."
Madeline roughly tickled Tash's sides, scratching her fingernails up and down her belly. Tash screamed and began laughing more hysterically than before. The screams only encouraged the women to tickle Tash with greater enthusiasm. They tickled her entire body — thighs, butt, vagina, breasts, armpits, feet, sides, belly — bringing Tash to new heights of torture. Her laughter became even more high-pitched. She snorted. Her voice croaked. Her face turned a deep shade of crimson.
"AAAAH! AHAHAHAHA! WHAT ARE YOU BITCHES DOING TO ME!? YOU'RE KILLING ME."
The women laughed again. To Tash's shame, she found that she wet herself a second time. This fresh stream of urine dribbled from her urethra and down her legs. Her hair was coming loose from her ponytail. Strands of loose hair were plastered to her head by sweat.
When they finally released Tash from her bonds, she nearly collapsed on the floor from exhaustion. The other women chatted while Tash picked up her soiled gym clothes and got dressed. She found that someone had stolen her sports bra so she had to make her way to the changing rooms topless, using her hands to cover her breasts. Men stared at her as she ran past. Tears stung her eyes.
She sat crying in the changing room for half an hour until someone took pity on her and gave her a t-shirt to wear. She wiped away her tears, got up, and walked to the front desk. She felt hurt and violated. This wasn't what she'd expected when she signed up for Tickle Fitness. She'd expected something gentle, not to get tickle tortured!
The receptionist noticed her approach and sat up straight. "How was it?" she asked, though the look on Tash's face said enough.
Tash took a deep breath, ready to give the receptionist a piece of her mind. But just then, a voice said, "Excuse me. I’m interested in signing up for a membership?"
Tash turned to see a woman of about twenty standing next to her. She had blonde hair in a ponytail and her blue eyes were vibrant and clear. A few light freckles dotted her nose and cheeks.
"I’ve never really been to a gym before," said the woman. "And I saw this class on the website called, um, Tickle Fitness? Is the class, um, beginner-friendly?"
Suddenly Tash had an idea.
"Hey, I go the Tickle Fitness class," said Tash. "And I can be your partner if you want."
"Oh wow!" said the woman, her eyes sparkling. "That would be great! Thanks! But how is the class?"
"It's great," lied Tash. "It's a total body workout. I completely recommend it."
The woman beamed with pleasure. "Wow, sounds great!"
"I can't wait to be your partner," said Tash, already thinking of all the tickle torture she could inflict on her.
As the woman began signing the gym induction papers, Tash smiled. Maybe she belonged here after all.
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The smell of fresh rubber mats and disinfectant wafted through the air as Tash pushed open the heavy glass doors of the gym. The soft hum of treadmills and the rhythmic clanging of weights reached her ears, making her both excited and slightly nervous. She walked up to the sleek, modern reception desk, where a smiling woman with big breasts greeted her. Tash noticed her breasts were stretching the fabric of her too-tight black polo shirt.
"Hi there! How can I help you today?" the receptionist asked brightly.
Tash tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and smiled back. "Hi! I was wondering about your membership prices?"
"Of course! We have a few options," the receptionist began, pulling out a pamphlet. "But our most popular is the rolling membership—no long-term commitment, just pay month by month. It’s $45 a month, and that includes access to all our facilities and classes."
Tash’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. "That sounds perfect. I was worried it might be more expensive." She pulled out her card and handed it over.
As the receptionist processed the payment, she continued, "We also have a gym app, which makes booking classes super easy. You can see the full schedule and even get reminders for your favorite sessions."
"That’s handy," Tash replied, accepting her card back along with a membership card. "Is it easy to set up?"
"Very easy," the receptionist assured her.
A few taps later and the gym’s app was installed on Tash's phone. She quickly made an account and logged in, curious about the classes on offer. The sleek interface showed a variety of options: spinning, yoga, high-intensity interval training, and even dance workouts.
She continued to scroll through. Then her thumb stopped over a class. It was called "Tickle Fitness".
The name piqued her curiosity. She tapped the "More Details" button. A new page appeared, which read:
"Are you ticklish? This innovative class is designed to boost your endorphins, improve flexibility, and strengthen the core through a series of tickling exercises. Prepare to giggle your way to a stronger body. Let laughter be your next great workout!"
Tash's brows knitted together as she glanced up at the receptionist. "Hey, I noticed this class — Tickle Fitness — what's it about?"
The receptionist's eyes lit up with mischievous glee. "Ah, Tickle Fitness! It's one of our... newest classes. Perfect if you’re looking to burn a lot of calories and tone up quickly. It’s intense, but people love it."
Tash grew intrigued. "So, it’s like a full-body workout?"
"Exactly," the receptionist confirmed. "The sessions are 45 minutes, and you'll be assigned a partner who will tickle you throughout. The instructor walks around supervising the class. The idea is to maximize effort in a shorter time frame, so it’s great if you have a busy schedule but still want results."
"Being tickled for 45 minutes? That sounds... challenging," Tash said with a small laugh. "But also kind of fun."
The receptionist nodded. "It is! A lot of people start off feeling a little intimidated, but by the end of the class, they’re hooked. You should definitely give it a try. But places fill up fast, so it’s good to book quickly."
Tash glanced back at the app, eyeing the available slots for Tickle Fitness. There was one spot free. A twinge of nervous energy ran through her, but a buzz of excitement was there too. "You know what? I think I will."
She tapped the "Book" button, feeling a sense of accomplishment already. "Thanks for everything," she said, slipping her phone into her bag.
"You'll really enjoy it!" said the receptionist, slipping her a wink. "Plus, once you’ve done one class, you’ll feel like a total pro."
Tash laughed. "Let’s hope so."
******
Tash stood outside the gym entrance the following evening, shifting her weight nervously from foot to foot. The sky was already dark, and a cool breeze gently tickled her bare armpits as she glanced through the glass doors. Inside, everything seemed much more intimidating than it had the day before — especially knowing she was about to face the Tickle Fitness class.
She was wearing a pair of sleek black leggings, the kind that hugged her legs but allowed plenty of movement. Keeping her ample breasts in place was a fitted sports bra that offered the right amount of support without being restrictive. On her feet were a pair of lightweight trainers — black with a subtle pop of color in the form of neon orange accents.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open and stepped inside. The receptionist from yesterday gave her a quick wave and a warm smile. "Tickle Fitness?" she asked with a wink.
Tash nodded, her stomach fluttering with both excitement and nerves. "Yep, first time."
"You’ll do great. The studio’s down the hall, second door on the right," the receptionist said, motioning with her hand.
Tash thanked her and made her way toward the class, feeling the energy around her intensify. She passed other members stretching, lifting weights, and chatting in small groups, all of whom looked far more confident than she felt. She stopped outside the studio door, took a steadying breath, and stepped in.
The room was brightly lit, with mirrors covering one wall and rows of neatly arranged exercise mats on the floor. The room was already filled with women. They were chatting and warming up. Their outfits ranged from leggings and baggy t-shirts to skimpy sports bras and tiny shorts.
The instructor — a tall woman with a muscular build — caught Tash's eye as she entered the class. "First time?"
"Yes," said Tash, beginning to blush. She could feel the eyes of the other women in the class burning into her.
"Welcome to the class," she said. "Have you ever done any kind of tickling exercise before?"
"No," replied Tash.
"Okay, well, don't worry. This class is supportive and we love new members. Although not many members come back after their first session. I don't know why. Maybe it's because of the initiation ceremony."
Some of the women laughed. Maybe it was Tash's imagination, but that laughter sounded cruel.
"Anyway, first we'll do some basic tickling. So being tickled is actually a good form of exercise due to the physical responses it triggers," continued the instructor. "When you're tickled, your muscles tense up and contract involuntarily, especially in the abdominal region. Laughter also works your diaphragm and core muscles. It increases your heart rate, so it's also a form of aerobic activity."
"Sounds good," said Tash, grinning. She tried to come across as confident but her heart was beating rapidly and she had butterflies fluttering around her chest.
"Tickling is actually an ancient form of exercise. Does anyone know that Roman gladiators used to tickle each other as a form of training? Imagine those big muscular men, totally naked, tickling each other into hysterics. The sweat on their muscles glistening in the sun."
There were some giggles and catcalls from the women.
"Okay, that's enough daydreaming for now. Let's start the class! I want everyone to find a partner."
The women began to pair up. For a moment Tash thought no one would partner with her and she'd be the only one alone. But then a tall woman walked over to Tash and smiled.
"I'm Madeline," said the woman, smiling playfully. Tash's mouth opened involuntarily in a small "o" as her eyes took in the woman's appearance. First was her hair: Madeline had striking red hair, the color of fire, cascading down her shoulders. Next were the leggings: Madeline was wearing a tight pair of gray polyester leggings that were so tight they showed every detail of her genitalia. Tash could see the outline of Madeline's labia majora and butt crack. It was the most extreme case of cameltoe Tash had ever seen. The final touch to Madeline's appearance was her blue sports bra, of which the zip was pulled halfway down her ample cleavage. The term "gym bunny" came to Tash's mind, though from Madeline's style of dress, she could have been more of a "slut bunny".
"So, first time huh?" said Madeline.
"Yeah, I guess," said Tash, pushing a loose strand of hair back behind her ear nervously.
"Don't worry, I'll go easy on you," Madeline said with a wink.
Just then, the instructor said, "Now, I want one person from each pair to lie down, face up. Lie down, face up, with your arms above your head. Like this."
The women watched as the instructor lay down on the floor and put her arms above her head.
"Got it? Lie down and stretch your arms out. As far as you can."
The women began lying down and stretching their arms above their heads. Madeline must have noticed Tash's apprehension because she said, "Don't worry, I'll go first." She lay down on the floor and obediently put her arms above her head. "I'm ready for you, new girl," Madeline said, batting her eyelids at Tash playfully, her lithe body slinking seductively on the floor. "But please don't tickle me too much because I might pee myself," she said with a giggle. "I'm sooooo ticklish."
Tash blushed.
"Now, as for the rest of you, you'll be tickling your partner," said the instructor. "I want you to tickle your partner's armpits, belly, sides, whatever you need to make your partner giggle. You can start... NOW."
From around the room came the sounds of giggles, snorts, and laughter as the women started tickling each other.
Tash looked down at Madeline and blushed again. "Sorry, I'm feeling a bit nervous."
"It's fine," said Madeline, smiling. "Just take your time."
So Tash started to lightly stroke Madeline's left armpit with one finger. Madeline giggled and squirmed. "Hey, that's it. That's good."
Feeling more confident thanks to Madeline's words of encouragement, Tash began to use her other hand to stroke a finger across Madeline's right armpit too.
"MMMMMM," said Madeline, trying not to laugh. She moved her head from side to side, her red hair brushing against her forehead. "Mmmmm, that feels so GOOD."
Nearby, a woman was laughing hysterically while her partner squeezed her belly hard with both hands.
The gym instructor approached Tash to check her progress.
"Good job, you're getting her to smile," said the instructor. "But try using all your fingers. Like this."
The instructor bent down and began tickling Madeline's exposed armpits with all ten fingers. Madeline burst into laughter.
"MMMmmmmHEEHEEHEEHEE! OH MY GOD, YES!" cried Madeline. "THAT'S IT! HAHAHAHA!"
"You see?" said the instructor, her fingers still mercilessly tickling Madeline's armpits. "You just keep it up like this and she'll have a great workout. She's using lots of calories right now."
The instructor continued like that for a full minute, tickling Madeline's sensitive armpits. Madeline's eyes were scrunched up with laughter. Her face was turning red, like her hair.
Suddenly the tickling stopped. Madeline lay on the floor in a sweaty, heaving mess. She frowned as if she was disappointed.
"Aww, it was just getting good," complained Madeline. She bit her lower lip with frustration.
The instructor turned to Tash and said, "Now you try."
"Uh, okay," said Tash.
Another strand of loose hair brushed across Tash's face, so she took a hair tie from her wrist and tied her hair back into a ponytail. Then she did as the instructor had shown her. She tickled Madeline's armpits with all ten fingers. Madeline was soon laughing hysterically. Her big boobs were bouncing up and down inside her blue gym bra. Tash was worried Madeline's boobs were going to burst out of her gym bra at any moment.
Tash tickled Madeline like this for about five minutes, during which Madeline's laughter changed to grunts and then to moans. Madeline even started dry-humping the air with her crotch.
"Don't stop," said Madeline between moans. Her eyes were closed tight. "Please don't stop tickling me. Tickle me forever."
Tash kept up the tickling on Madeline's armpits as Madeline's moans became higher and higher in pitch. Finally, Madeline emitted a scream and for a few seconds, her body went rigid. Then she let out a moan of satisfaction and relaxed.
"Uh, are you okay?" asked Tash.
Madeline's eyes slowly opened. For a moment she didn't seem to remember where she was.
"That was amazing," she said finally. "I went to heaven."
There was a small damp spot on the crotch of Madeline's leggings, right in front of her vagina. Tash didn't know if it was pee... or something else. She didn't ask.
"Now let's move on to the next part," said the instructor. "I want you all to switch roles. Whoever was doing the tickling, I want you over here, by the wall."
Restraints were hanging down from the ceiling. Tash was surprised she hadn't noticed them until now. They had blended in with the rest of the exercise equipment in the room. But now she saw they weren't like gym equipment at all, but more like BDSM equipment. There were about ten restraints. Each was a set of black leather cuffs attached to a metal bar, which itself was suspended from the ceiling by chains. The cuffs had metal buckles and straps, giving them a sturdy appearance.
Tash looked at the restraints and gulped. This wasn't what she had expected.
Madeline looked at Tash and grinned. "Oh, it's payback time."
"You all know what to do," said the instructor. "Start restraining your partners' arms. Make sure the cuffs are tight enough so your partner can't escape, but don't make them too tight. We don't want anyone getting hurt."
The women began restraining each other to the ceiling. Tash followed Madeline to a pair of free restraints.
"Come on, put your arms up," said Madeline.
Tash held up her arms. Madeline began restraining Tash's wrists to the cuffs. Once Madeline was finished, Tash experimentally tried pulling down on the restraints. They had no give. Her arms were now completely stuck above her head, leaving her bare armpits completely vulnerable.
The other women had finishing strapping each other to restraints too.
"Everyone ready?" said the instructor. "Okay, shall we begin? Remember, tickle your partner anywhere you want to get your partner to laugh. And I mean anywhere you want."
The women began tickling each other mercilessly. From around the room came the renewed sound of tormented laughter.
"Hey, over here," said Madeline.
Tash was alarmed to see Madeline wiggling her fingers at her exposed armpits.
"Um, I think I might have changed my mind about this," said Tash, struggling and failing to cover her armpits with her arms. The weird thing was that despite her fear, she couldn't help but smile as Madeline's fingers came closer.
Madeline laughed. "Maybe I'll make you pee? Guess we'll see."
"I'm sorry, what?" said Tash.
"Tickle tickle tickle," said Madeline, her fingers wiggling towards Tash's armpits again.
Tash felt her mouth curl further upwards into a grin against her will. But while on the outside she was smiling, inside she was panicking. Those fingers of Madeline kept coming towards her armpits "No no no no, please, don't do this," stammered Tash. "No no please don't please don't please don't." She tried to twist away as Madeline's fingers came closer but the restraints held Tash's arms firmly above her head. "No no please no no no no NO! NO! OH MY GOHOHOHOD! OH! HAHAHAHA!!"
To Tash's own surprise, she had begun laughing hysterically. Madeline's fingernails were tickling Tash's ultra-sensitive armpits mercilessly. The sensation was horrible. Madeline was touching her in one of the most private areas of her body and she couldn't stop it.
"HAHAHAHA! OH GOHOHOD! OH! HAHAHAHA!
"God, you're really ticklish!" said Madeline.
Tash was thrashing about as if she was being electrocuted. Her face was turning red. The whole while she was laughing loudly as if she was loving every second of it. She was amazed at her body's own betrayal. Why was she laughing at this torment?
While still torturing one armpit with her right hand, Madeline reached down with her left hand to briefly tickle Tash's abdomen, around her belly button. Tash surprised herself by emitting a high-pitched shriek. Madeline laughed. She began using her nimble fingers to tickle Tash's abdomen further.
"NOT THERE!! HAHAHAHAH! GAW HAW HAW! NOT THERE!! "
"Oh you so want it there huh? You like it there?"
"NO! NO!"
"You really like it there huh? Just here? "
Madeline began using both hands to dance her fingers around her belly button like a spider, now reducing Tash to silent gibbering laughter.
Then Madeline suddenly grabbed Tash's sides with both hands and started squeezing, as if she was kneading bread. Tash screamed and then broke loudly into new hysterics.
"STOP!! PLEASEHAHAHA!"
"Aww, I think you like this," said Madeline grinning as she squeezed around Tash's tummy.
"NO I DOHOHOHOHN'T!" screamed Tash. She really didn't. It was borderline pain.
"If you don't like it, then why are you laughing so much? Why are you laughing so much? It must be because you love it ."
"PLEASE, OH MY GOD! HAHHAHA! STOHOHOHOP!" Tash's eyes were closed.
"You want me to stop? I tell you what, if you stop laughing, I'll stop tickling you. How does that sound? Just stop laughing. Then I'll stop."
This was cruel because Tash couldn't have stopped laughing if she tried. Not with Madeline's slender fingers squeezing into the most sensitive parts of her belly.
Suddenly Tash felt pee escaping her bladder. She quickly squeezed her pelvic muscles. She felt the movement of the pee stop.
"I'M GONNA PEE! I'M GONNA PEE!" screamed Tash in alarm.
"Aww, does poor little baby want to pee?" said Madeline, while keeping up the full-out assault on Tash's ticklish abdomen. "Is poor little ticklish baby gonna pee her pants? "
"YES!" cried Tash between tears of laughter. Her mouth was pulled into a desperate rictus grin.
Tash had to keep squeezing her pelvic muscles tighter to hold in the pee. But she didn't know how much longer she could manage it.
Suddenly Madeline began kneading her abdomen again, but with force this time. The strength of Madeline's fingers on her stomach made Tash lose control. To her horror, her pee escaped her urethra and began soaking her leggings.
"HAHAHAHA OH MY GOD I'M PEEING! I'M PEEING!"
"Yeah, I can see that," said Madeline cruelly and she continued tickling Tash's stomach. "Come on, let's get all that pee out. Pee, baby, pee," sang Madeline.
All around the room, the laughter stopped as the women stared at Madeline, who was laughing weakly and hanging limply from the ropes, with a large pee stain on her leggings.
The instructor came over to Tash and Madeline. She looked down at the pee stain on Tash's leggings.
"I peed myself," Tash said weakly, even though this was obvious.
"Oh dear, it looks like you've had an accident," said the instructor.
Tash thought it was finally over. She thought now the instructor would undo the straps and she would be free to leave.
But she was wrong.
"Never mind," said the instructor. "Accidents do happen. I'll just take these off for you."
The instructor bent down and began pulling off Tash's shoes. Tash couldn't believe her eyes. What the hell was going on?
Then Madeline helped the instructor peel off Tash's wet leggings. Under her leggings, Tash was wearing a black thong. Tash stood there humiliated, her thong soaked with urine, her arms stretched above her head, and dressed in only a sports bra and a thong. Her clothes were now skimpier than the bikini she normally wore to the beach.
The instructor clapped her hands once and said, "Let's get back to work everyone! Are you okay, Madeline? Your fingers are not too tired are they?"
"I'm great!" said Madeline with an evil grin.
"Good work! Keep it up!"
"Please... get me out," said Tash, but the instructor had already left.
Tash stood there, feeling utterly humiliated. Then she began to cry.
"Aw come on, don't cry," said Madeline, tilting her head to one side and frowning in a gesture of sympathy. Then her expression brightened. "Hey, I know what will cheer you up! More tickling!"
Tash looked up to see something horrible: Madeline wiggling her fingers at her armpits again.
"No," said Tash, her eyes growing wide in horror. "Not that!"
"Yep! More tickling! Yay!"
"NO!" said Tash. "STOP! NO!"
But it was no use. Madeline's wiggling fingers were slowly getting closer to Tash's armpits again.
"Come on, I know you like being tickled," taunted Madeline. "It makes you laugh. Which means you must love it."
"I don't love it," moaned Tash. "I hate it." But against her will, Tash broke into a rictus grin.
"If you don't love it, then why are you smiling?" said Madeline. Madeline's fingers were now hovering a few centimeters above Tash's armpits.
Tash shook her head from side to side. "No, please. No no no no no."
But Madeline's fingers made contact with Tash's armpits once more. Tash began laughing again like a mad woman. "HAHAHAHAHAHA! AH! OH! OH! AHAHA!
Madeline looked down at Tash's bare legs.
"What nice legs you have," said Madeline. "You don't mind if I tickle them, do you?"
Tash couldn't answer because she was too busy laughing and hiccuping.
Madeline reached down with her right hand and began tickling Tash's inner thighs.
"OH STOHOHOHOHOHOP!" laughed Tash, her face contorted into a huge grin. She snorted with laughter. "AHAHAHHAHAHAHAA! OH SHIT! OH SHIT! NOOO! OHAAHAHA! OHAHA! OOOOHAHA!"
"Does that tickle?" said Madeline as her fingers moved quickly around Tash's inner thighs.
"OH MY GOD! YES! IT TICKLES! PLEASE! I HATE YOU! AH! AHAHAHAH! STOP! NOHOHO! I SWEAR! HEEHEEHEE! OH SHIT!"
Then Madeline wiggled her fingers behind Tash's left knee, making Tash gasp and cry, "OH NOT THERE!"
"Oh, that's the spot right there," said Madeline smiling. She then spent a full minute tickling the behinds of Madeline's knees, while Madeline laughed silently and tried in vain to escape her arm restraints.
Soon Tash's face had turned bright red and she was gasping for air. All she could say between cackles of laughter was "STOP!" and "PLEASE!"
After what seemed like an eternity, the instructor said, "Okay, everyone switch!"
"Goodbye for now," said Madeline with a wave and a wink, as she walked over to a new partner.
Tash hoped the nightmare was finally over and she could leave. So she was disheartened when a small Asian woman approached her. This woman wore a pink sports bra and a short pink skirt. Her skirt was so short that her panties were visible. Which were also pink.
And she had also long pink manicured fingernails.
Very long fingernails.
"Please," moaned Tash. "I want to go."
"Can I tickle your nipples?" said the Asian woman. "I love tickling nipples."
"What?"
Before Tash could say anything else, the woman had unzipped Tash's sports bra, releasing Tash's big bouncy breasts. The sports bra fell away to the floor.
"Oh my god, they look so good," said the woman, licking her lips. "I bet your nipples are so ticklish."
"Please don't," begged Tash. "Please don't please don't please don't please DOHOHOHOHAHAHAH! AH! OH MY GOHOHOHOD! AH! AHAHAHAHA!" The woman was running her fingernails deftly up and around Tash's nipples. To Tash's horror, her nipples tickled almost as badly as her armpits did. She laughed hysterically. Tash's laughter was broken only by snorts and an occasional desperate "STOP!"
The woman began rubbing and squeezing Tash's nipples. To her shame, Tash actually felt herself getting aroused as the woman played with her nipples. Tash's cries of laughter were becoming moans of pleasure against her will.
Just as Tash's pussy was getting wet from excitement, the instructor called out, "Everyone switch!" Tash almost felt regret as she watched the Asian woman in the too-short pink skirt skip away to a new partner.
Next, a tall black woman approached Tash. She was wearing a pair of tight spandex shorts and a sports bra, through which the curves of her body were clearly visible. She looked Tash up and down and smiled. Tash gulped.
"Please let me go," begged Tash. "I just want to go."
The woman sat down on the floor and took one of Tash's feet in her hands.
"I love tickling feet," she said.
"Oh no, please..." moaned Tash. "Not my feet..."
But the woman ignored her. She began to scrabble her fingernails on Tash's soles, making Tash scream with laughter.
"Your feet are really ticklish," laughed the woman.
The woman scrabbled her fingers madly on Tash's soles for what seemed like forever. Then, without warning, she stood up and moved on to squeezing Tash's belly and armpits, making Tash scream with renewed agony. The woman was relentless and her hands were as strong as a man's.
"I love your armpits too," laughed the woman.
Just when Tash thought she couldn't take anymore and might go crazy, the instructor yelled, "All switch!" again.
The black woman went away and next came a small woman with glasses.
"Hi," she said, through her thick glasses. "My name's Megan."
Tash felt a little bit of relief. At least this woman couldn't be as bad as the last woman. She didn't look as strong for one thing.
Then the woman said, "I like to tickle pussies ."
"I'm sorry, what?" said Tash.
Tash thought the horrors of the session would never end, but she was wrong. Because Megan began tugging Tash's urine-soaked panties down.
"What are you doing!?" cried Tash. "Are you crazy?!"
But Megan didn't stop until Tash's panties were around her ankles. Then she got down on her knees and studied Tash's vagina. It was shaven. Megan pushed her glasses up her nose and then got to work torturing Tash's vagina.
Tash had no idea she was ticklish on her vagina. The worst was her clit. It wasn't ticklish as such, but every time Megan touched her clit, Tash felt herself getting hornier and hornier. Then when Tash was on the brink of an orgasm, Megan suddenly switched to tickling Tash's perineum instead. Tash howled with laughter.
Finally, the instructor called an end to the class. The women helped each other out the restraints.
All except Tash.
Tash hung there, naked, panting and sweating, with her arms still stuck above her head.
"Guys? Can someone get me out? Guys? Please? "
"Aw, poor baby," said the instructor. "You can't leave yet. Because it's your first time here, you get the initiation ceremony."
"I thought that was the initiation ceremony!" moaned Tash, and all the other women laughed.
Tash was naked now; her thong and gym shorts had been pulled down and her gym bra was lying uselessly on the floor.
"Guys?" said Tash, looking terrified. " Please, you guys?"
All the women began to slowly approach Tash. Their fingers were wiggled teasingly at Tash's exposed body.
"Please, no," begged Tash, as she started to cry.
A hundred fingers began tickling Tash at once. Tash broke into high-pitched desperate laughter. Then her laughter turned silent with the occasional hiccup. Her eyes were closed, and her head was back. Her expression was a huge anguished grin. Her ponytail was bouncing around crazily with every movement.
"Guys, she's really ticklish behind her thighs." said Madeline. "Tickle tickle tickle!"
"No, her most ticklish spot is her armpits!"
"I think it's her feet."
"No way, it's her stomach."
"Try around her pussy, she's so ticklish there."
Suddenly Tash cried out, "STOP! YOU BITCHES STOP! AHAHAHA!"
But the women just laughed.
"Oh, so we're bitches are we?" said Madeline. "That's not very nice. Because you're so mean, you get a little bit extra of THIS."
Madeline roughly tickled Tash's sides, scratching her fingernails up and down her belly. Tash screamed and began laughing more hysterically than before. The screams only encouraged the women to tickle Tash with greater enthusiasm. They tickled her entire body — thighs, butt, vagina, breasts, armpits, feet, sides, belly — bringing Tash to new heights of torture. Her laughter became even more high-pitched. She snorted. Her voice croaked. Her face turned a deep shade of crimson.
"AAAAH! AHAHAHAHA! WHAT ARE YOU BITCHES DOING TO ME!? YOU'RE KILLING ME."
The women laughed again. To Tash's shame, she found that she wet herself a second time. This fresh stream of urine dribbled from her urethra and down her legs. Her hair was coming loose from her ponytail. Strands of loose hair were plastered to her head by sweat.
When they finally released Tash from her bonds, she nearly collapsed on the floor from exhaustion. The other women chatted while Tash picked up her soiled gym clothes and got dressed. She found that someone had stolen her sports bra so she had to make her way to the changing rooms topless, using her hands to cover her breasts. Men stared at her as she ran past. Tears stung her eyes.
She sat crying in the changing room for half an hour until someone took pity on her and gave her a t-shirt to wear. She wiped away her tears, got up, and walked to the front desk. She felt hurt and violated. This wasn't what she'd expected when she signed up for Tickle Fitness. She'd expected something gentle, not to get tickle tortured!
The receptionist noticed her approach and sat up straight. "How was it?" she asked, though the look on Tash's face said enough.
Tash took a deep breath, ready to give the receptionist a piece of her mind. But just then, a voice said, "Excuse me. I’m interested in signing up for a membership?"
Tash turned to see a woman of about twenty standing next to her. She had blonde hair in a ponytail and her blue eyes were vibrant and clear. A few light freckles dotted her nose and cheeks.
"I’ve never really been to a gym before," said the woman. "And I saw this class on the website called, um, Tickle Fitness? Is the class, um, beginner-friendly?"
Suddenly Tash had an idea.
"Hey, I go the Tickle Fitness class," said Tash. "And I can be your partner if you want."
"Oh wow!" said the woman, her eyes sparkling. "That would be great! Thanks! But how is the class?"
"It's great," lied Tash. "It's a total body workout. I completely recommend it."
The woman beamed with pleasure. "Wow, sounds great!"
"I can't wait to be your partner," said Tash, already thinking of all the tickle torture she could inflict on her.
As the woman began signing the gym induction papers, Tash smiled. Maybe she belonged here after all.
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