Chapter 2: The Mad Machinist (Part 2)

The girls run through a doorway, escaping the ticklish terror they just went through and running into an entirely new one. As the last girl enters, the doors slam shut and darkness covers them all. The air is still and cool. The girls are chilled in their bikinis, wondering what ticklish fate awaits at least one of them in the still, dark room.

“Guys?...” Heather whispers tentatively, not wanting to disturb the stillness. The sound of water moving gently back and forth can be heard in the room and her voice carries for what sounds like a decent stretch.

Suddenly, the lights on the sides of the room turn on. A large pool sits in front of them and the lights point straight up, leaving the pool a dark, mysterious mass. It doesn’t look dirty, however. The pool stretches for a long way and a doorway can be seen on the other side.

“I guess we have to swim for it?” Anna ponders out loud.

“But what kind of trap is waiting for us in here?” Kristen remarks, also wondering how water translates to tickle torture. I mean, this is a tickle torture obstacle course. How does water tickle?

As Kristen finishes her remark, the walls behind the girls start moving slowly forward with a loud metallic boom, pushing them towards the pool.

“I guess we are about to find out!” Lucy screams as she jumps into the pool, avoiding the walls closing in from behind.

The walls continue moving forward as the girls all jump into the cool water. It isn’t very cold, but it isn’t warm.

As each girl jumps in and resurfaces, all of them tread water.

“How deep do you think it is?” Emily asks, looking down into the water.

“I’m not sure. I can’t see anything past my feet!” Heather replies.

“We need to get moving,” Lucy suggests, swimming towards the door on the other side of the long pool.

As she starts propelling herself through the waves, she sees something move under her.

What was that? she stops and wonders. Did I just imagine that?

Just as this thought crosses her mind, she hears Heather behind her squeal and start laughing out loud.

“Kristen! Stop that!” she exclaims.

“It isn’t mehehehehehe!” Kristen protests, raising both hands out of the water to show she is not responsible for whatever is happening to Heather before giving in to laughter herself.

“Ohohohohoho nohohohoho!” Heather can’t hold back the laughter. The girls realize something is tickling her, but what?

“Nawhahahahaha!” Anna starts cackling out loud and tries defending her belly, succumbing to some ticklish demise.

“Eehehehehehahahahaha!” Emily squeals, obviously enjoying the tickling she receives, but still surprised by it.

“What could possibly be tickling them all at once?” Lucy wonders out loud, still treading water. As the words leave her mouth, a huge mass of tentacles lunges out of the water from beneath Anna, securing her just above the water with her arms and legs in a spread-eagle position. One tentacle scribbles all over her belly, dipping into her belly button, and teasingly stroking her hyper-ticklish and exposed sides.

“An o-octopus??” Lucy cries before tentacles lunge from beneath her and grab her wrists and ankles. Her arms are held straight over her head and her legs are held straight down in an “I” position. Two tentacles quickly move from under the water to her curvy sides, gently tickling her hourglass figure and causing her to squirm back and forth.

I won’t laugh. I won’t laugh. I won’t laugh. Lucy repeats to herself over and over again, the tickling filling her brain until she eventually breaks. Uproarious laughter fills the hallway they are in as each of the girls is tickled mercilessly by the hidden octopus-creature in the depths of the pool.

Anna is held in a tight spread-eagle position, the solitary tentacle that was tickling her sides has now been joined by a second one and they explore every inch of her belly and underarms. One tentacle gently strokes her sensitive armpits and causes her to thrash hard against the strong tentacles, but they only restrain ever more tightly as she does. Her head is thrown back and her eyes are closed shut with ticklish laughter pouring from her widely opened mouth. The other tentacle tickles all over her belly, leaving behind a trail of fluid which lubricates her skin and allows the tentacles to glide even more swiftly and freely over her ticklish body. After some time of covering her belly in this goop, the tentacle that tickles Anna’s belly moves closer and closer to her navel, travelling in ever-closing circles until it eventually dips right in to her oh-so-ticklish bellybutton.

“NO! Nohahahahat therehahahaha!” Anna begs, her belly button much too ticklish for her to bear for more than a few seconds. The feeling of being tickled is wonderful... and torturous.

The octopus’ tentacles have also captured the other girls. Heather is held in an “I” position like Lucy is, but she is also pulled taut around a tentacle behind her back, causing her to do a small backbend. This means her armpits and belly are wide open to the multitude of tickling tentacles that lunge for her exposed skin.

“No no no no no…!” Heather begs, watching the tentacles wiggle through the air towards her ticklish torso, her bikini providing no protection from the baby oil-like goo left behind by the relentless ticklers. One tentacle reaches deep inside Heather’s oval-shaped belly button and begins its ticklish torture, causing her to throw her head back with ticklish laughter. It twirls and swirls and gently scratches at the bottom of her deep, wide navel, sending waves of ticklish sensations throughout her entire midriff. Two other tentacles move in on her armpits, first, moving slowly to leave behind the special oil, leaving Heather’s vulnerable pits completely defenseless and exponentially more ticklish. Then, they begin their ticklish work, tickling rapidly across the stretched hollows of her sensitive, hairless underarms. Heather’s laughter turns to shrieks as the tireless octopus tickles her silly, the poor bikini-clad blonde helpless against the strong tentacles of her powerful tickler.

Heather looks to her right to see Emily bound by the octopus in a hog-tie position, noting how strange it is that an octopus would even think of something so sinister. Her feet are relentlessly tickled by two tentacles, one on each, leaving behind the lubricating oil and gliding effortlessly across the brunette’s ticklish little feet.

Emily can’t take much more tickling. Her feet are becoming pink from the constant tickling and her belly is starting to become sore from her unceasing laughter. Suddenly, the tentacle on her right foot begins stroking her heel, a slightly less ticklish spot for her. Her laughter calms for a second and her struggling becomes slightly less intense. But then, the tentacle quickly moves between her toes, slithering in and out between each one, causing Emily to thrash hard against the tentacles holding her wrists and ankles together in the hogtie and her laughter to become shrill. Unintelligible begging begins to leave her lips as she pleads with the unseen creature to stop the endless tickle torture. Her pleas are unheard and the tentacle on her left foot quickly moves to her toes as well, causing laughter to completely replace her incoherent begging.

Kristen is bound by her wrists and tickled with her legs swinging freely. The tentacle holding her wrists together holds her up above the water while two tentacles tickle her underarms and neck with light, flicking tickles. The tips of the tentacles tickle just as much if not more than the suckers on the tentacles, as Kristen quickly discovers. Her laughter grows even louder as the two tentacles which have focused on her underarms and neck quickly grab her around her waist and begin twisting from side to side, causing the suckers to pull very gently, and ticklishly, against her bikini-clad belly. Kristen’s eyes open wide as she screams with ticklish laughter, watching the other girls in front of her also get tickled without mercy.

“Ah yes, my little loan from a friend,” the girls hear over the intercom. “She’s a geneticist and spends her free time preparing monstrous creatures for his own pleasure. This tickle monster was merely a prototype. It’s nothing compared to the creatures in her collection! But she has let me take them in return for some of my own work. I hope you enjoy it!” The machinist cackles loudly over the intercom as the girls’ laughter pours from their ticklish bodies.

Kristen looks towards the water above which she’s suspended and notices that she’s slowly being lowered to the water by the tentacle holding her wrists. The tickling octopus is getting tired! This is her chance!

She pulls on the tentacle holding her as hard as she can and pushes the tentacle holding and tickling her midriff off of her, falling into the water. She swims as fast as she can away from the lunging tentacles, a few getting a little tickle on her navel here, a quick poke on her armpit there, but never able to gain control over her. She swims quickly to the other side of the pool and pulls herself onto the platform as quickly as she can, avoiding the tentacles which chase her down.

“Guys, come on!” she yells, hoping the other girls can escape the beast just like she did. All they can do is laugh in response. Kristen looks around the platform, looking for anything that lets them move on from this obstacle, her friends all red in the face from the ticklish torture they’re enduring.

A small button is placed next to the door to the next room. Kristen pushes it and the octopus drops the girls into the water and the tickling, along with their laughter, ceases.

The four remaining girls swim to the platform and join Kristen, Anna rubbing her belly, and Lucy stretching like she just woke up from a refreshing nap, her midriff as pink as her bikini and her belly button nearly as red as her hair.

“Let’s go, guys! What’s next?” Lucy excitedly exclaims. They quickly shuffle through the next door and it closes.