Chapter 2: The Mad Machinist (Part 3)

The girls pass through the doorway as it slams shut behind them. They barely flinch, used to the theatrics of this obstacle course and its creator. The room they are in is small and dark. Nothing appears to be around them and only a faint white light glows in the ceiling. Radio static hums over the loudspeakers as the Machinist makes an announcement.

“Well done, girls! You’ve gotten through the first two obstacles here in my course! But now, the real fun begins. You see, I am in need of some more testing for some machines I’m developing to add to the course. Any of you will do just fine! But what fun would it be if I plucked you all out of the existing course and stuck you in separate rooms for some product testing? Instead, I think we’ll make it into a game! So, here are the rules for the rest of the obstacles: the last one to escape or finish the obstacle at hand gets to come try out my new toys! What do you say?”

“Hmmm…” Anna pauses to think, wondering whether they should agree or get out of the course together. Her belly was rea-

“Hell yeah!” Lucy pipes up, “I was waiting for some competition here!” She stretches her shoulders and begins to loosen up in preparation for the upcoming obstacle.

“Wai-!” Anna begins, but is interrupted.

“That settles it!” The Machinist blurts out. “Onward to the next stage of the course! And may the best man… er… woman win!” The radio static cuts out as the Machinist continues his operation of the obstacle course.

“Thanks a lot, Lucy!” Anna scolds. “My sides are bright pink and we have to go through more of this! I’m all tickled out.” Anna begins to whine and pout as the door to the next room swooshes open. The girls walk through the doorway to find five separate, low tunnels on the ground. The entirety of the space above the tunnels is covered in little lasers and the little tunnels are made with string on top and little metal cylinders holding the string.

“Maybe this won’t be so bad!” Kristen reassures Anna. “I’m guessing we just can’t touch the la-”

As if trying to demonstrate Kristen’s point, Heather steps right into the laser lights that dance across the upper portion of the room. Suddenly, metal clasps drop from the ceiling and latch on to her wrists, pulling her arms up over her head. Two feathers drop beside her armpits and begin gently but mercilessly tickling her bare, vulnerable armpits. Her bikini-clad body is completely unprotected as she wiggles and laughs from the ticklish torture the feathers exact on her all-too-ticklish underarms.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Heather squeals, already desperate to escape the relentless feathers that dance ticklishly along her exposed hollows. Almost as quickly as they appeared, the feathers retreat back into the ceiling and the cuffs that hold Heather’s wrists move her back to the starting zone with the other girls who are left watching in amazement.

“That’s definitely not the way to go,” Heather pants, already a little winded from her little tickle.

“I guess you should’ve let me finish,” Kristen chastises. “We need to go through these little tunnels. But try not to touch the top, ok? I’m sure it won’t end well for us.”

Each girl lies down on her belly at the entrance of one of the little tunnels. They share teamed looks and begin their individual journeys through their respective tunnels.

Lucy slowly belly crawls through the tunnel she’s chosen, a little cramped by the strings above. But she wasn’t about to try touching them to see what happens.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! DOHOHON’T TOHOHOUCH THAHAHE TOHAHAHAHOP! AHHHHHHHAHAHA!”

That’s definitely Emily. Hearing her uproarious laughter has Lucy both curious and afraid. As much as she enjoyed being tickled by that octopus, you never know what you can handle until it’s too late. And she isn’t sure she can handle whatever is going on based on Emily’s screaming and uncontrollable laughter.

“AHAHAHA! TOO LAHAHATE! NOHAHAHOT THEREHAHAHAHA!”

And now, Anna has done it. But she was always way more ticklish than I am. Maybe it won’t be so bad.

Lucy casts a side glance up at the string above her, contemplating just a quick touch. Maybe it’s exaggerated. Maybe she’ll enjoy it even more than she enjoyed the octopus…

“OHOHOHOHOHO MY GOHAHAHAHAHOD!”

Kristen…

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!”

Heather now… I guess I’m the last one now.

She shakes off the temptation to touch the string and continues onward, her belly pressed against the floor and her still slightly wet form gliding effortlessly towards the finish line.

Um… Are the strings getting a little lower here? Lucy can’t help but notice that the strings above her have gotten quite close now. They hang about 6 inches from her curvy body.

Oh no… Lucy can’t help what’s about to happen to her. I’ve got to sneeze!

“Ah choo!” Lucy sneezes, pulling her head back into the strings above. Metal cuffs swing up from the floor of the course, latching on to her wrists and holding them steady. More cuffs lock around her voluptuous thighs, holding her perfectly still for the torturous penalty meant for those who touch the top. Lucy is held with her back arched back a little, her wrists held in place as if she’s planking, but her thighs held close to the ground. The strings have moved back a little bit, but not much. Lucy looks down at a small part of the floor beneath her belly that begins to open up and sees the most wonderfully horrific sight: a wand shaped almost exactly like a finger is rising up to her belly button.

Oh, that looks incredible!

The belly button tickling wand begins to vibrate and gently spin, as it spins, it also rocks ever-so-slightly back and forth just to make sure it mimics the absolute best belly button tickling techniques.

The wand, with all of its vibrating, spinning, wiggling, ticklish wonder, dips relentlessly into the trapped, bikini-clad Lucy’s wide and deep oval of a belly button.

Lucy’s head reels back with loud, raucous, ticklish laughter as the wand tickles away inside her incredibly ticklish belly button, gently rocking and tickling her belly button from top to bottom, from left to right, but most importantly, always deeply. It tickles her at the very bottom of her belly button, never ceasing to rock back and forth, and never tiring of spinning or vibrating. The constant tickle torture leaves Lucy a babbling, ticklish mess.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEAHEHEHEASE STOHAHAHAHAHOP!” Lucy screams, the tickling beyond everything she ever hoped for, but also overtaking even her love for being tickled. This reminds her of her first foray into having her belly button tickled by Miss Lisa and how she couldn’t get enough. She wishes she could stay here forever in the ticklish embrace of these cuffs and the relentless wand that tickles her belly button with the skill and ferocity that cannot be found anywhere she knew.

The wand continues its relentless tickle torture of her incredibly deep navel, stretching it to its limits and doing the same to Lucy. The vibrating, swirling, and rocking of the tickle torture machine continues its work, causing Lucy to laugh like mad. And to enjoy every second of it.

Lucy struggles against the cuffs as much as she can, trying to escape the tickling wand, but also trying not to touch the string again. As much as she loves this, it is wonderfully torturous and she isn’t sure how much more of this incredible tickle torture she can handle!

Finally, the belly button wand begins to retreat back into its place and the floor closes over where it had been. Lucy just lay there, panting and sweating from the intense tickle torture her belly button just received, waiting for the cuffs to release her. They, too, recede into the floor and Lucy continues on her way through the army-crawl tunnel, sliding on her freshly tickle tortured belly button, feeling residual tickling the entire way until she comes out the other end. She still hears laughter from a ways behind her, assuming that the torture she endured was the same as the other girls and, as she emerges, their extremely red belly buttons tells her that she was right.

“Who is that still in there?” Lucy asks Anna, Emily, and Heather. Unable to think clearly after spending such a blissful few minutes with such a merciless instrument of ticklish torture.

“Uh, Kristen,” Emily replies, rubbing her belly and panting. The other girls also rub their belly buttons, trying to forget the relentless wands that also tickled them until they were all out of breath and exhausted.

“I guess we have to move on, then,” Lucy suggests, remembering the Machinist’s request for a test subject per obstacle. The girls walk towards the door to the next obstacle as Kristen’s ticklish laughter echoes through the room.

“Don’t worry, girls! She’ll be just fine,” the Machinist reassures them over the intercom. Kristen’s laughter starts to die down as the belly button wand retreats into its regular position. The girls enter the door and it slams shut behind them.