Opening Scene

The Johnson's backyard was fine for the opening scene. There were plenty of trees, and was large enough for the scene to be filmed without things like power lines and houses ruining the effect. Aunt Vivian was in costume, wearing nothing but a torn skirt and tight leather corset that reached high enough to cover her breasts. Her shoulders were completely bare. Linda giggled at the sight. "Nice costume, Aunt Vivian."

"Why, thank you, Linda. I think it's rather kinky, myself," she said happily, looking down at her costume.

Linda's mother Doris, Vivian's sister, said, "You're finally going to find out what it's like to be on the receiving end of it this time."

Aunt Vivian looked at the set with approval, and said, "No problem. Now you and Linda will see how it's done."

"I want to tie her up, Mother," said Linda. Just a small bit of revenge for what Aunt Vivian had done to her in the past.

"I'd be honored, Linda," replied Aunt Vivian, seemingly not worried.

The producer/directors, Eric and Lydia Marcel, came over and said, "We're ready to start now." Eric had some rope in his hand.

"I'll take that," said Linda, taking the rope from him. "Hold out your hands, Aunt Vivian." Finally, a little bit of revenge. Aunt Vivian had tickled Linda into insanity, or at least close, on more than one occasion.

"Make sure it's good and snug," said Aunt Vivian, as Linda started wrapping the rope around her wrists. "Eric has given me full assurances that this isn't going to be one of those movies where the actress isn't tied up at all. Isn't that right, Eric?"

"Not in my films. Every woman who gets tied up gets tied up for real. By the way, Vivian, I've decided to include some of your suggestions in the script."

"Oh, wonderful!"

"What suggestions?" asked Linda, knowing that she wasn't going to like them.

Eric said, "Vivian didn't think the dungeon scene was intense enough, so she helped design a couple of extra props."

"Props?" Linda knew that she was going to get the bulk of the tickling in this movie, and now it sounded like it was going to get bulkier.

"Yes," said Aunt Vivian happily, looking over her bare shoulder as she walked over to the stocks that sat amidst several movie cameras. They were the same stocks that Linda had been trapped in when the Marcels had first proposed the movie deal. Linda's mother lifted the top part of the stocks, while Linda lifted Aunt Vivian's ankles into them. After the stocks were shut, Linda locked them with a large padlock. Her mother have Aunt Vivian an experimental tickle on her foot, and heard a lusty laugh. "Oh, Yes! Let's see what you can do, little sister!" Aunt Vivian lifted her arms high over her head, so Linda could tie her wrists to the pole behind her.

"Now, you're going to get a taste of it," said Linda.

"I'm looking forward it," responded Aunt Vivian, "because this movie is about my revenge, and I fully expect to put my heart and soul into this part." She smiled, not the least bit afraid of being tickled herself.

Linda's stomach was getting a little tight from nervousness, which didn't make a lot of sense since she wasn't the one getting tickled today. Eric Marcel handed her a large piece of parchment, from which she was to read in the opening scene. Very convenient, she thought, since her lines were written on it. No memorization required.

"Lights! Camera! Action!"

Linda looked at her bound aunt, and read loudly from the parchment. "You, Vivian, have been found guilty of witchcraft. The sentence, as decided by our court, is to be execution. You have been placed in a corset to hinder your breathing, while fingers from the village women will be applied to your feet to cause your laughter, and hasten your death. Have you anything to say?"

"Yes," she snarled. "You may destroy me now, but I will return someday and exact my revenge on your descendants, you vile creature. Whatever you do to me now, I will do tenfold. I will awaken to the sound of laughter, and mother will watch daughter tortured into insanity, unable to come to her aid. Be forewarned," she concluded ominously.

Linda was becoming scared now, because she knew that while it was only a movie, it was more than that for her. She will have to endure for real the tortures that the viewers, safe in their living rooms, will delight in watching. Eric Marcel was pleased by Linda's obvious fear. It was wonderful acting, the sentencer feeling the cold wrath of the sentenced before carrying out what was ordered.

"Let the sentence begin."

Linda's sister Karen was an extra, and began tickling one of Vivian's feet, who immediately began laughing. Linda tickled the other, causing the laughter to increase. Finally she had a chance to get in a few licks of her own, payback for some of the tortures Aunt Vivian had inflicted on her. Linda's mother began working on her sister's bare underarms; Aunt Vivian was now shouting and laughing and squirming, but to Linda's puzzlement, she seemed to be loving it. It wasn't supposed to be like this. One was not supposed to enjoy payback. All three women tickled harder until Aunt Vivian was actually howling with laughter, screaming and thrashing against the ropes. It went on for a few minutes while the cameras rolled, then Eric shouted, "Cut."

The cameras stopped, and so did the tickling. Out of breath, Aunt Vivian said, "That was wonderful! Please don't stop now." Linda and her mother, who had been tickled by her sister as a child, looked at each other in bewilderment. There was no point in continuing tickling somebody who wanted it. "Well, is that the best you can do?" Aunt Vivian looked at them, as if they had somehow failed to live up to her standards.

Linda had hoped that Aunt Vivian would suffer through the scene, but it had turned out to be the opposite. Shaking her head in confusion, she untied Aunt Vivian's hands, after which Vivian rubbed her wrists happily.

"Just wait, Linda, until I get my hands on you later in the film." She smiled wickedly at the thought.

"That was great," said Eric. "We'll fade that scene out and go into the opening credits."

"By the way, Eric, what's the name of this movie?"

"We haven't decided on a title yet. Any ideas?"

"Yes," said Aunt Vivian. "I have the perfect name for it. How about, 'She who laughs last?'"

"I like it."

"And," Aunt Vivian said, looking right at Linda, "guess who that will be?"

"Yeah, I wonder," said Linda.

"Your turn," said Aunt Vivian, gesturing to the stocks.

"Huh?"

"You mean you didn't read the fine print in that contract you signed? Any tickling you inflict during the making of this movie will be returned."

"I don't believe it."

"Gentlemen?"

Two large stage hands had come up behind Linda. The next thing she knew, she was being dragged over to the stocks and forced to sit on the board leading from the stocks to the pole. Then her ankles were placed in the holes while Aunt Vivian held the top half up.

As Linda watched her feet disappear behind the large board, and felt her sandals removed from her feet, she said, "Let me see that contract!"

"Now I'm going to show you how it's done," said Aunt Vivian, as she grabbed Linda's toes and bent them back.

"Hey, arrghhhhhahahah," screamed Linda, as she felt the nails begin on her sole. "Let me--hahaha--see--hahahhaaaaaahhhh."

It had cost Aunt Vivian a hundred bucks--fifty each to the stage hands. But what the hell it was worth it, she thought pleasantly, as she began on the other foot.