Ren's Revenge

The air in the gym stank of sweat and hot rubber. All around was exercise equipment, some being occupied by people who were getting a last minute work-out before the gym closed. Others were leaving. Two of these people were Ren and Shane.
Now, why were the Tickle Masters in a gym instead of wreaking ticklish havoc? Well, Shane insists on going to a gym at least once a week if they aren't busy, and Ren was still planning her revenge against him for tying her up and tickling her. Now, she was putting her plan into action. Let's see how this turns out....

"Hehehe, this is going to be fun." Ren snickered to herself as she applied an invisible glue to the handles of a weight bar. Shane always saved the bench for last, so everything should go according to plan.

"Ren?" The female Tickle Master turned around, hiding the bottle behind her back. Shane was standing there with a sweat-soaked undershirt in his hand and wearing black shorts. He had a towel around his neck. "What are you doing here?"

"Uh, Scotty called me and said he wouldn't be able to spot you today, so he asked me to come in his place." She lied quickly. Scotty was one of the local trainers, and it had taken a lot to convince him not to come to work today. 'Please he believes this....'

"Well that was nice of you. But you sure you'll be able to handle it?" He shot her a playfully cocky smirk.

She bit back a sadistic grin. "I think I can handle it."

Shane smiled and got on the bench, grabbing the bar. Ren put on the weights for him, and he spent 20 minutes benching weights, adding more each time. Finally, he decided to take a break. "Alright, let's stop for now." Shane tried to take his hands off the bar, only to find that his fingers wouldn't move. "What?" He mumbled, tugging again. His hands were stuck, and he suddenly felt rope on his ankles.

"REN!" He shouted accusingly, eyes widening in surprise. His partner smiled evily.

"I told you I would get revenge on you Shane. Guess what's going to happen now?"

He groaned. "Aww man, Ren, please don't do this!"

"Aww, what's wrong? The big boy can't take his own medicine?" She teased. Ren walked around her partner's body slowly, tormenting him with anticipation while deciding where to start. She knew all the weak points of his body, but a little knowing and waiting usually got him riled up. More fun that way.

"Hmmm, I wonder if little Shane is ticklish...here?" Ren dragged her nails on the sensitive area of his feet. She tickled a bit there for a few minutes, even though they weren't as sensitive as the rest of him.

"Hehehehehehe I'll khihihihihill you for thihihihihhis ahaha!" Shane chuckled and snickered, trying to hold it back.

"We'll see what tune you're singing when I'm done." She replied simply, and moved up to his legs. Ren lightly squeezed his knees, massaging the area underneath with her fingers and pinching it now and again.

"Ahahahahaha HAHAHAHAHAHA! REHEHEHEHEHEN!" Shane laughed harder, shaking his head as he tried to block out the ticklish sensations. "STAHAHAHAHAP! COHOHOHOHOHME OHOHOHOHOHOHON!" Why wasn't anyone coming to help? Couldn't they hear his laughter?

"We're alone, everybody already left." His partner spoke, as if reading his mind. "So we have plenty of time to spare."

"AHAHAHAHAHAHA CRAHAAHAHAHAHAP! NOHOHOHOHOHO NOT THEEHEHEHEHEHERE!" Shane's loud, tortured screams got louder when Ren stuck a finger in his bellybutton and wiggled it around mercilessly. "GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!"

"Awww, what's wrong Shaney? I haven't even hit your worst spot yet!" Ren giggled. "You want me to stop? Does my big boy need a break?"

"YEHEHEHEHEHESSS! AHAHAHAHAHA MAHAHAHAKE IT STAHAHAAHAHAP!"

Obeying his wishes, Ren dislodged her finger and stopped tickling.

Shane breathed heavily, his once again sweaty chest heaving as he tried to regain the air he had lost. He didn't look anywhere, just staring straight up as he tried to get his thoughts straight. Sure, he liked being tickled by Ren sometimes, by in a public place, it was a bit more....embarrassing. Even if nobody was there, somebody could easily find out, unlike the tickle fights they had at home and only close friends heard about. Those were the kind that they laughed and joked about. But these could mean worse for him.

"Here, let me help you sit up a bit." Ren put her hand on Shane's back and lifted him to a semi-sitting position so he could sip from a water bottle in her hand. "You alright?"

He nodded, feeling a bit better now that he had something to cool down with.

"Alright then." He recognized that gleam in her eye moments before she suddenly rained ticklish attacks on his sides.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA! OH GOHOHOHOHOAHAHAHAHAD!" He squeezed his eyes shut, thrashing against what held him down as Ren's nails traced tickly patterns into his flesh. Not too long after that, he felt another object join in his torture. This object was soft and light, swishing and swirling against his stomach and abs.

"HEHHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAAHA! WHAT IS THAHAHAHAAHAT?!" He managed to blurt out.

"Don't recognize it? Take a look." Ren held up the object to his vision. In her hand was one of her favorite bookmarks that had a tassel of silk-like strings coming from one long one that hung from the top of the bookmark. The small bundle of string ended tied and stretched about an inch or an inch and a half, and made a very affective tickle tool.*
It wasn't long before that tool was stroking his skin once more.

"HEHEHAHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAP THAT! OH NONOHOHOHOHOHOHHOHO!" Shane hollered when he felt it move to get his sensitive armpits. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!"

Ren smirked at hearing her partner pleading similarly to she had been once before. She continued to twist the tassel of her bookmark on his sensitive tickle spots. If he tried to twist and jerk away, she'd tickle his other armpit or his neck until he moved back to get away from it. Either way he got tickled.

Shane was a wreck. Sweat coated his body and soaked what clothing he was wearing. It made his hair stick to his face, and made his skin slick. Tears poured from his eyes, blurring his vision and flying around as he shook his head helplessly.

Ren pulled away from Shane's body, deciding to give him a break before she attacked the final spot. If she continued right away, she might push him too far on accident.

"Please....No more...." Shane begged, looking at Ren with pleading eyes. He was going nuts.

"Don't worry Hun, we're almost done." She comforted him, wiping tears from his eyes gently and smoothing the hair back from his face. "You still have time before then, so just save your energy, alright?"

He nodded, not being able to say much. If he endured this last bit of tickling, then he'd be free. Besides, all that he had left was.....

"Ohshit....." He mumbled to himself. Ren noticed, and tried to hide a smile.

"You figured it out it seems?"

"You really suck, you know that?"

"Yup."

"I hate you."

"Love you too."

The two shared a brief smile, and Ren placed her hand on Shane's weakspot....his ribs.

Shane tensed, readying himself for this final tickle attack. The reaction from her scribbling her nails against his ribcage however, was still intense.

"GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Does this tickle Shaney-waney? Hm, does it?" Ren cooed like one would to a baby, poking each of his ribs and giving them special attention.

"HEHEHAHAHAHHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHWEHAHAHAHAAHA! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He couldn't even form coherent words, he was laughing so hard.

"I think someone is very ticklish on his ribbies!" Ren continued to baby talk him.

"ST-STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" He screamed for mercy, tears forming rivers down his cheeks.

After what seemed like hours, but was only minutes, she did. Ren untied his feet, and used a powder-like substance to get the glue off his hands. Shane laid on his back, gasping.

"Revenge is sweet, eh Shane?" Ren remarked.

He just looked at her, and rolled his eyes.

"Whatever...just wait till your turn."