Renfaire Stocks

Renfaire Stocks




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Renfaire Stocks
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Quick Introduction: After the first of my POV tickling stories, I felt this is something which could become a larger series within itself, placing you the victim, i mean reader, in various predicaments of a ticklish nature. So sit back, enjoy and let your imaginations take over as you read through what devious scenario you'll be partaking in this time.  As always comments and feedback on these will be appreciated. After all, I want to make the POV experience as real as possible. ---------------------------------------- You take a trip to a renfaire festival and from the moment you arrive you are immersed in the sights, sounds and smells of the medieval times. The clinking of the knights swords in duel, the smell of a hog roast and the colourful costumes of the people of the era.  You are drawn to an exhibition on public punishment, standing in the front row, as a crowd has gathered for the event. People dressed in appropriate attire for the medieval age explain what each item was used for and then call upon a member of the audience to try one of them out. They spot you in the front row, and before you know it, there is a hand being offered in front of you beckoning you forwards to be that volunteer. Two men escort you to a stockade and gesture you to sit down on the bench and lay your feet out in front of you. One goes down to lock your feet in place whilst the other grabs an arm, asking you to place your hands through the restraints on the backboard above your head. You do so, as the festival employee locks your hands in tight. You are now locked in place, with no where to go. One of the workers giving the talk then goes on to talk about how people would be locked in these stockades as a form of public punishment, and one of the most effective and popular forms of punishment for crimes was tickle torture.  At this moment, one man disappears behind you, whilst the other goes to work removing your shoes and socks. He takes a rope, tying it around your big toe to restrict your movement. Through your peripheral vision, you see the employee who disappeared behind you return, with something in his hand. He waves a feather in front of you, presenting a second to his colleague.The crowd reacts to the situation, knowing you are about to be tickled, and how they are thankful they were not chosen to be the volunteer.   They simultaneously grab a sleeve of your top, opening up a gap large enough to insert the feathers, you feel them flicker down your arm until they reach your underarms, once there, they flicker around on your sensitive skin. Because of your predicament, you can't bring your arms down to protect them, those feathers have full reign over your underarms. One of the employees thinks it's time to move on, he removes his feather from your underarm and takes his hand, squeezing up and down your left side. Focusing in on any ticklish spot he can find, all of this going on, with the second employee still persisting with torturing your underarm with his feather. The pair working in perfect tandem to tickle both spots at once. When they both stop, you think your time in the stocks is over, but oh no. They both move down towards your exposed feet. They drop the feathers and take their hands spider tickling up and down your soles hitting every spot from toes, to arch, to heel.  Of course, just like with your underarms, you can't pull your feet away, you can't cover or even wriggle them. You just have to take their torment. And once you couldn't think it could get any worse it does, the duo grabbing conveniently positioned brushes. Of course from your position you cannot see the brushes as they are behnd the stockade, but you get the sense something is coming as the crowd once again oohs and ahhs at what is about to happen next. The duo explains that brushes were commonly used in the tickle torture of criminals, and that's when you knew what was coming next, and before you could react, the bristles made contact with your bare soles.  There's no holding back, those bristles are driving up and down your arches. Plus with two of them on the go at the same time there isn't a moment without ticklish sensation. Finally their little demonstration is over. The crowd applauds as you are freed and you are thanked for being a willing participant in the show. It's definitely an experience from the Renfaire that you won't forget in a hurray.

Halloween was fast approaching and the mischievous vampire Kreelo was busy plotting. Every year she made it her goal to enjoy the festivities and have some fun of her own too. But what was she to do this year - she wanted a place where she could fit right in, be illusive, cunning and prey on unsuspecting ticklish humans. Suddenly an idea popped into her mind as a wide grinned became fixated across her face. She had read that an old theme park funhouse close by was being reopened for a one off Halloween spectacular.

“They won’t even see my attack’s coming” she said with an irresistible wriggle of her fingers. She could
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Being called out for the games was not what Morgan thought possible. She knew that 10 kids were going to be selected, but she never imagined one of them to be herself. She always fantasized about what it would be like to be in the tickle game. She only had about 10 more minutes before she would have to leave into the arena. Since she left her state only 2 days ago, and between then and now, was put through extensive health tests for the games. She was studied on every inch of her body, making sure there wasn’t anything wrong with her, or a single germ crawling around on her flawless form. Now she waited alone, in a small metal
‘The Townsfolk’s Revenge’

Our tale begins in Adlersbrunn, mere minutes after the assault on the castle had come to a close. As the sound of fighting had stopped outside, the castle doors opened to reveal a mess of broken followers that attacked the castle. Standing at the castle doors were the four heroes that had protected the castle and the townsfolk. They were a nameless Soldier, an Archer, a Gunslinger, and an Alchemist all standing triumphantly after they had defended the castle and were granted a healthy reward.

As well as rusted machine parts lying all over the entrance of the castle, the work done and the foes defe
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“So, when you least expect it, the ghost comes out, creeping towards his next victim, wanting something from you,” Frisk said in a spooky voice.

Sans and Papyrus were listening to her tell them a ghost story and while it took a lot for the skeletons to get unnerved, Sans would freely admit he was getting a bit worried and Papyrus was actually looking nervous.
Frisk grinned. “They say he goes after those who have something really bad to hide,” she said. “But if you are innocent, he&
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Ah yes, Renfaire. Everyone is invited to look at the 17 images of my Favourites ' WhileShe'sArmsUpAtRenFaire - TICKLE HER UNDERARMS' Collection. ~laughtouch

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Volunteering to go in the stocks, and ended up getting tickled
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Not from a renfair but a medieval castle.
The company I (M22) work for arranged a trip to a castle for a team building day. We were taken on a guided tour as part of a larger group of about 30. Our tour guides were in character, dressed as peasants.
At one stop of the door there was a set of stocks that you put your head and hands through. They asked for a volunteer to join them. Nobody said anything so eventually I volunteered.
They put me in the stocks and locked them shut. The guides stood either side of the stocks and continued their history talk. However they began taking turns to reach behind the stalls to tickle my sides and ribs.
I also happen to have quite a high pitched laugh, which seemed to entertain everyone watching. It was very embarrassing as everyone was looking at me and I must have looked pretty goofy. At the end of the talk they let me out and thanked me for being a good sport.
Yeah, that's a big "heck no!" We have a stocks, and the only time we pretended to torment anyone, she was a cast member acting in part of a mini-play. Patrons ARE NOT MOLESTED. Even if they ask and/or deserve it. You'd think the operators would realize this. It's crap like this that not only opens up fairs for lawsuits, but makes them a favorite haunt of the kind of people who love to tickle and grope strangers. And let me make this clear--YOU DO NOT WANT THOSE PEOPLE IN YOUR GROUP OR ON YOUR PROPERTY.
Non consensual physical contact is always wrong.
It's a good thing he consented by volunteering.
Then again, I can't think of a single time that any company that I've worked for has ever taken the time to show it's workforce that they actually care, let along spend the cash for a R&R "Team Building" day, Which is pretty sad.
Yes we have work trips once or twice a year, last time was bowling.
Would you have volunteered for this?

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