Tickle time!

Kayo's back arched when she first felt her assailant's fingertips begin dancing across the sensitive soles of her feet.

"Ahahahahaha! AHAHAHAHAHA! S-stop! Haha! STOP! PLEASE!"

It didn't take long for him to figure out that her toes were particularly sensitive to tickling as well. With paired fingers he began working his way across each of her feet, gently pinching, tapping, and tickling spots that made her spasm and giggle uncontrollably. The once proud demeanor of Kayo had been crumbled, and her stoic attitude had been lost in a storm of laughter and howling.

"P-P-Please! AHAHAHAHAHA! It's too sensitive! S-Stohahahaha! STOP! HAHAHA!"

"How about you let go of whatever you're hanging on to in there? If you do that, maybe I'll stop tickling you?"

"N-N-Never! HAHAHAHAA! DAMN YOU! DAHAHAHAHAM YOU!" she hollared, kicking her legs and struggling frantically.

His grip was far too strong though and there was precious little that Kayo could do to end the tickle ****. In the middle of this horrendous ordeal her mind wandered towards her father. He didn't know she had entered this gameshow.
What if he had been trying to call her and was confused as to why she didn't pick up?
What if one of her family's many friends alerted her father when they saw her on this gameshow?
What if her father had seen her suck off the black guy and was now watching her writhing around getting her feet tickled?

She was bringing shame unto herself, but more importantly, shame unto her family. How had it come to this? How was she letting herself be so degraded on public television? There were cameras everywhere - probably even one in the vent watching her face as she cried with tears of laughter.

"Hahahaha! I surrender! I SURRENDER! STOP! PLEASE!"

"Let go and come on out then!"

"OKAY! OKAY! HAHAHAHA! I'VE LET GO! JUST STOP TICKLING MY FEEEEEEAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAH!"