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Hi everyone, this is my first entry as part of a larger ongoing series I want to do. I plan on giving more backstory to the captor in the next part which is a direct sequel to this then expanding the lore and even going for a few spin-offs from there. The girls in this story are actually inspired by real-life friends of mine, but I’ve changed their names for obvious reasons. I hope you all enjoy! Feel free to follow me on DeviantArt username @ProdTickle
Comic Con may be the type of place where crazy things happened, but this was just ridiculous. At least that’s what was going through Tina’s mind at the moment as she was currently bound so tightly that she could barely move. She’d been restrained with what seemed like bedsheets, possibly from the very hotel across from where the convention was being held this year. But now here she was away from there and tied up in the back of a van, still wearing her brightly colored Wonder Woman Nubia costume— practically a spitting image of the character. The last thing she’d remembered was taking a selfie away from the crowds then feeling woozy before blacking out. When she finally came to, she began to panic as she quickly realized her situation, but the cleaved gag in her mouth prevented any cries for help. Almost immediately, she noticed that she wasn’t alone in this predicament as her friends were also bound and gagged. Their wrists were tied behind their backs and their ankles were bound together. What’s more, they were all tied to one another at the wrists which made escape even more difficult. To Tina’s left was Haylee dressed as Zatanna, then Dominque as Vixen, and finally Estelle as Hawkgirl to the right of Tina. Being trapped together like this was both a relief and concerning for the 19 year-olds as it meant that someone had somehow managed to successfully kidnapped all of them without raising suspicions. Once the girls all finally calmed down, they attempted a second and more coordinated escape, but failed. That’s when their attention was quickly turned towards van’s sliding door being opened as a woman dressed as Superwoman from the Crime Syndicate stepped inside and closed the door behind her. The girls’ muffled cries of confusion didn’t seem to alarm this woman in the slightest as she simply smiled at them. “Glad to see you’re all finally awake!” she said as she clasped her hands together eagerly. “All these pretty super ladies for me to play with, better get started then!” Then, without any further explanation, she extended her arms towards Tina and started to tickle her sides. Tina’s body immediately recoiled at her touch, laughing instinctively as Superwoman followed her movement and continued to tickle. She was glad that Tina had reacted this way as it meant she was ticklish, and that was all she wanted. Tina and her friends were utterly flabbergasted by this sudden development. Not only did this woman seem to be the one responsible for the kidnapping, but all she wanted was to tickle them? While briefly relieved that they wouldn’t be harmed, this was still a very uncomfortable situation nonetheless and tickling was practically torture for some of them. Superwoman didn’t seem to care about their discomfort as her fingers squeezed and scratched at Tina’s sides, who had practically been forced onto her back as she could do little more to escape the tickling. On a scaling of fictional power, tickling was what magic was to Superman: a vulnerability, but not a killer. She’d been tickled before both by family members and friends, and while it wasn’t exactly pleasant she could handle it. This was something completely different however, and her being helplessness didn’t put her at an easier state of mind either. Nor did it help that Superwoman had started by targeting her sides, which was close to her most ticklish region, her belly. Her laughter was clearly being suppressed by the gag, as well as the occasional “Stop!” that her tickler didn’t bother to acknowledge. After a couple of minutes of this, Superwoman finally did stop to let Tina regain her bearings. “Wow this is great! I can’t wait to see how ticklish the rest of you girls are.” Their captor was practically beaming with excitement as she was the only one enjoying herself at the moment, her gaze now falling upon Estelle. The redhead’s eyes shot wide with fear as she absolutely dreaded being tickled, having basically been tortured before by an boyfriend who would often torment her for his amusement. Estelle was the curviest of her present friend group, wide hips and a massive rack that heaved as she protested her upcoming fate. Superwoman paid her protests no mind as she leaned forward whispering, “Oh yes.” as her fingers tickled Estelle’s ribs, causing the girl to erupt into muffled laughter. Her double-D sized breasts shook violently as the woman’s surprisingly sharp nails tickled away, and the surprises only continued as she felt her armpits suddenly under attack. “Let’s see where else you’re ticklish.” she heard as her pits were subjected to tickle torture. It was her absolute worst spot and she let everyone know it, thrashing about with her head leaned back as she laughed uncontrollably. Her laughter was different than that of Tina’s, almost like a roaring guffaw compared to Tina’s stream of consistent laughter. The other girls could only look on in horror at their friend’s torment as they felt her inadvertently tugging on their binds too as she struggled against her own. Finally, the tickler relented so that Estelle could catch her breath, not wanting her “plaything to break so soon”, not while there was still so much fun to be had. Dominique was next and by now it was more-so anger that she was expressing towards being tickled rather than fear. She was more of a stoic personality when compared to her friends, staring daggers at Superman and pulling back as much as she could while shouting muffled commands. And that tough exterior did hold up for at least a few seconds in this situation before Superwoman’s tickling fingers working their way over her abdomen caused stifled giggles to pour out of her pursed lips. “Ohh someone’s a tough cookie, hm?” the woman commented with a giggle. “Don’t worry, mija, there’s plenty of spots to choose from.” Her tactic had now become a more erratic one, fingers spidering across Dominque’s entire midriff before she eventually decided to try an “unconventional”spot by going for behind the knee. This caused the dark-skinned ebony beauty to kick her legs in response and now she was full-on laughing through growls of disdain. “Ooo looks like a found a good spot! That’s it, laugh for me baby-girl.” she taunted, fingers digging into the natural crease created by Dominque’s bent knee. Though the girl fought hard to resist, Superwoman had too good of a grip on her leg with one arm so that her free hand was free to tickle. Deciding to try for less feisty prey, though she adored the challenge with this one, Superwoman then looked at Haylee with a gleam in her eyes. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you.” she added with a wink, sending a shiver down the shy girl’s spine. “In fact, I’ve been eyeing these pretty boots of yours. Bet they’re hiding some equally pretty and ticklish feet.” she said as she began to pry the boots off Haylee’s feet. The poor petite Korean girl whimpered and put up little resistance as her friends tried to stop Superwoman but the boots eventually came off nonetheless. Setting them down, their captor was satisfied with her actions and observed Haylee’s tiny fishnet-clad feet. “Aww I was right; what cute feet you have!” she exclaimed. Haylee blushed and tried to cover one foot with the other, not one for receiving compliments at all, especially about her feet. But she could do nothing else as Superwoman’s black nails lightly stroked her feet, prompting an immediate jerking reaction and squeal. “Hehe it’s tickle time!” the woman sang, and indeed it was as her fingers lazily worked up and down Haylee’s little feet, with her laughter clearly being the highest in pitch as her poor feet were worked over. “This fabric feels so soft, I bet it makes your feet feel extra sensitive!” Superwoman noted, while Haylee’s eyes remained shut tight as her ankles shook rapidly in response to this tormenting sensation. Not long after Haylee put her soles flat to the van’s floor to stop the tickling did Superwoman release her from her grasp and turned back to Estelle. “Hi there gorgeous, y’know I couldn’t help but notice these wings of yours. Did you girls make your costumes yourself? How cute!” It was true, they had, yet Estelle still scowled as Superwoman went on to pluck several feathers from her already damaged wings as a result of moving around due to all the tickling. “Wow, I’m impressed at your craftsmanship. Let’s see how they feel!” With that, she began to stroke Estelle’s armpits with the feathers in hand, making Estelle go nuts with laughter. It seemed like the feathers were an effective tickle tool, and one this tormentor planned on using elsewhere too. As if she wasn’t already red from laughing hysterically, she got even redder when the feathers suddenly worked their way between her cleavage. Up until now, she didn’t even know she was ticklish there, and could scarcely process this new discovery as she was laughing too hard. Superwoman was enjoying this discovery, fixated on the bouncing breasts as she looked towards Dominque for a reaction. “Hehe who knew that Hawkgirl’s own feathers would be her own undoing?” the crazed captor joked. The friends gazed in horror before they too were subjected to tickling so that Estelle could catch a break. Only now, Superwoman was tickling behind the knee of Dominique while scratching Haylee’s soles at the same time. Dominique didn’t have enough strength left in her to put up a tough front while Haylee was still recovering from her recent torment. Then the focus was turned back to Tina once more as Superwoman really took the time to work over her fit abs with feather and fingers alike. “You girls sure are super sports about being tickled. This is a dream come true.” she whispered under her breath. It almost looked like her hands were shaking due to her excitement, but Tina could barely make note of this from all the laughing. Superwoman took turns tickling each girl, usually going for their midriff, keeping them all on edge as to who she’d strike next. After what couldn’t have been more than half an hour, the girls laid there in exhaustion as it seemed like the tickling had finally stopped. Superwoman herself was catching her breath too, the ecstatic nature of the encounter not yet having having worn off on her. “Well that was something, wasn’t it girls? I’d say we had our fun, wouldn’t you agree?” Of course, none of them said anything, though they did become a little more attentive when the woman suddenly got up from her kneeling position and made her way to the driver’s seat. “But we can’t be expected to have all the fun can we? Not while we have such a lovely lineup.” With that, she turned the van on and the girls quickly sat straight to balance themselves. They feared that she was going to take them even further away, and something about their potentially being others involved made them all the more scared given the torture they’d just gone through. And then an unexpected thing happened as the drive didn’t last very long at all before coming to an abrupt stop. The girls could hear more voices outside, almost what sounded like a crowd of people. That’s when Superwoman returned to the back-seat space and grabbed a purple curtain from a built-in compartment. “It’s show-time.” she winked, setting up the curtain on the door frame and exiting the van to open the door from the outside. Now the girls could clearly hear commotion going on outside, fighting to make it out the door to get someone’s attention. Unfortunately, only their feet managed to stick out from underneath the curtain and their binds prevented them from escaping entirely. Music from the van’s speakers had also started to play, drowning out even their loudest muffled cries. What they could hear was Superwoman calling for people to come to the van, something that perplexed them entirely. That’s when it dawned on Tina that they hadn’t gone very far from Comic Con at all to begin with. What’s worse, her and her friends were about to be put on display for what she could only assume was entertainment purposes without the crowd actually knowing the true nature of their situation. And as a crowd began to form, the girls knew they were in for more torture.
Comic Con may be the type of place where crazy things happened, but this was just ridiculous. At least that’s what was going through Tina’s mind at the moment as she was currently bound so tightly that she could barely move. She’d been restrained with what seemed like bedsheets, possibly from the very hotel across from where the convention was being held this year. But now here she was away from there and tied up in the back of a van, still wearing her brightly colored Wonder Woman Nubia costume— practically a spitting image of the character. The last thing she’d remembered was taking a selfie away from the crowds then feeling woozy before blacking out. When she finally came to, she began to panic as she quickly realized her situation, but the cleaved gag in her mouth prevented any cries for help. Almost immediately, she noticed that she wasn’t alone in this predicament as her friends were also bound and gagged. Their wrists were tied behind their backs and their ankles were bound together. What’s more, they were all tied to one another at the wrists which made escape even more difficult. To Tina’s left was Haylee dressed as Zatanna, then Dominque as Vixen, and finally Estelle as Hawkgirl to the right of Tina. Being trapped together like this was both a relief and concerning for the 19 year-olds as it meant that someone had somehow managed to successfully kidnapped all of them without raising suspicions. Once the girls all finally calmed down, they attempted a second and more coordinated escape, but failed. That’s when their attention was quickly turned towards van’s sliding door being opened as a woman dressed as Superwoman from the Crime Syndicate stepped inside and closed the door behind her. The girls’ muffled cries of confusion didn’t seem to alarm this woman in the slightest as she simply smiled at them. “Glad to see you’re all finally awake!” she said as she clasped her hands together eagerly. “All these pretty super ladies for me to play with, better get started then!” Then, without any further explanation, she extended her arms towards Tina and started to tickle her sides. Tina’s body immediately recoiled at her touch, laughing instinctively as Superwoman followed her movement and continued to tickle. She was glad that Tina had reacted this way as it meant she was ticklish, and that was all she wanted. Tina and her friends were utterly flabbergasted by this sudden development. Not only did this woman seem to be the one responsible for the kidnapping, but all she wanted was to tickle them? While briefly relieved that they wouldn’t be harmed, this was still a very uncomfortable situation nonetheless and tickling was practically torture for some of them. Superwoman didn’t seem to care about their discomfort as her fingers squeezed and scratched at Tina’s sides, who had practically been forced onto her back as she could do little more to escape the tickling. On a scaling of fictional power, tickling was what magic was to Superman: a vulnerability, but not a killer. She’d been tickled before both by family members and friends, and while it wasn’t exactly pleasant she could handle it. This was something completely different however, and her being helplessness didn’t put her at an easier state of mind either. Nor did it help that Superwoman had started by targeting her sides, which was close to her most ticklish region, her belly. Her laughter was clearly being suppressed by the gag, as well as the occasional “Stop!” that her tickler didn’t bother to acknowledge. After a couple of minutes of this, Superwoman finally did stop to let Tina regain her bearings. “Wow this is great! I can’t wait to see how ticklish the rest of you girls are.” Their captor was practically beaming with excitement as she was the only one enjoying herself at the moment, her gaze now falling upon Estelle. The redhead’s eyes shot wide with fear as she absolutely dreaded being tickled, having basically been tortured before by an boyfriend who would often torment her for his amusement. Estelle was the curviest of her present friend group, wide hips and a massive rack that heaved as she protested her upcoming fate. Superwoman paid her protests no mind as she leaned forward whispering, “Oh yes.” as her fingers tickled Estelle’s ribs, causing the girl to erupt into muffled laughter. Her double-D sized breasts shook violently as the woman’s surprisingly sharp nails tickled away, and the surprises only continued as she felt her armpits suddenly under attack. “Let’s see where else you’re ticklish.” she heard as her pits were subjected to tickle torture. It was her absolute worst spot and she let everyone know it, thrashing about with her head leaned back as she laughed uncontrollably. Her laughter was different than that of Tina’s, almost like a roaring guffaw compared to Tina’s stream of consistent laughter. The other girls could only look on in horror at their friend’s torment as they felt her inadvertently tugging on their binds too as she struggled against her own. Finally, the tickler relented so that Estelle could catch her breath, not wanting her “plaything to break so soon”, not while there was still so much fun to be had. Dominique was next and by now it was more-so anger that she was expressing towards being tickled rather than fear. She was more of a stoic personality when compared to her friends, staring daggers at Superman and pulling back as much as she could while shouting muffled commands. And that tough exterior did hold up for at least a few seconds in this situation before Superwoman’s tickling fingers working their way over her abdomen caused stifled giggles to pour out of her pursed lips. “Ohh someone’s a tough cookie, hm?” the woman commented with a giggle. “Don’t worry, mija, there’s plenty of spots to choose from.” Her tactic had now become a more erratic one, fingers spidering across Dominque’s entire midriff before she eventually decided to try an “unconventional”spot by going for behind the knee. This caused the dark-skinned ebony beauty to kick her legs in response and now she was full-on laughing through growls of disdain. “Ooo looks like a found a good spot! That’s it, laugh for me baby-girl.” she taunted, fingers digging into the natural crease created by Dominque’s bent knee. Though the girl fought hard to resist, Superwoman had too good of a grip on her leg with one arm so that her free hand was free to tickle. Deciding to try for less feisty prey, though she adored the challenge with this one, Superwoman then looked at Haylee with a gleam in her eyes. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you.” she added with a wink, sending a shiver down the shy girl’s spine. “In fact, I’ve been eyeing these pretty boots of yours. Bet they’re hiding some equally pretty and ticklish feet.” she said as she began to pry the boots off Haylee’s feet. The poor petite Korean girl whimpered and put up little resistance as her friends tried to stop Superwoman but the boots eventually came off nonetheless. Setting them down, their captor was satisfied with her actions and observed Haylee’s tiny fishnet-clad feet. “Aww I was right; what cute feet you have!” she exclaimed. Haylee blushed and tried to cover one foot with the other, not one for receiving compliments at all, especially about her feet. But she could do nothing else as Superwoman’s black nails lightly stroked her feet, prompting an immediate jerking reaction and squeal. “Hehe it’s tickle time!” the woman sang, and indeed it was as her fingers lazily worked up and down Haylee’s little feet, with her laughter clearly being the highest in pitch as her poor feet were worked over. “This fabric feels so soft, I bet it makes your feet feel extra sensitive!” Superwoman noted, while Haylee’s eyes remained shut tight as her ankles shook rapidly in response to this tormenting sensation. Not long after Haylee put her soles flat to the van’s floor to stop the tickling did Superwoman release her from her grasp and turned back to Estelle. “Hi there gorgeous, y’know I couldn’t help but notice these wings of yours. Did you girls make your costumes yourself? How cute!” It was true, they had, yet Estelle still scowled as Superwoman went on to pluck several feathers from her already damaged wings as a result of moving around due to all the tickling. “Wow, I’m impressed at your craftsmanship. Let’s see how they feel!” With that, she began to stroke Estelle’s armpits with the feathers in hand, making Estelle go nuts with laughter. It seemed like the feathers were an effective tickle tool, and one this tormentor planned on using elsewhere too. As if she wasn’t already red from laughing hysterically, she got even redder when the feathers suddenly worked their way between her cleavage. Up until now, she didn’t even know she was ticklish there, and could scarcely process this new discovery as she was laughing too hard. Superwoman was enjoying this discovery, fixated on the bouncing breasts as she looked towards Dominque for a reaction. “Hehe who knew that Hawkgirl’s own feathers would be her own undoing?” the crazed captor joked. The friends gazed in horror before they too were subjected to tickling so that Estelle could catch a break. Only now, Superwoman was tickling behind the knee of Dominique while scratching Haylee’s soles at the same time. Dominique didn’t have enough strength left in her to put up a tough front while Haylee was still recovering from her recent torment. Then the focus was turned back to Tina once more as Superwoman really took the time to work over her fit abs with feather and fingers alike. “You girls sure are super sports about being tickled. This is a dream come true.” she whispered under her breath. It almost looked like her hands were shaking due to her excitement, but Tina could barely make note of this from all the laughing. Superwoman took turns tickling each girl, usually going for their midriff, keeping them all on edge as to who she’d strike next. After what couldn’t have been more than half an hour, the girls laid there in exhaustion as it seemed like the tickling had finally stopped. Superwoman herself was catching her breath too, the ecstatic nature of the encounter not yet having having worn off on her. “Well that was something, wasn’t it girls? I’d say we had our fun, wouldn’t you agree?” Of course, none of them said anything, though they did become a little more attentive when the woman suddenly got up from her kneeling position and made her way to the driver’s seat. “But we can’t be expected to have all the fun can we? Not while we have such a lovely lineup.” With that, she turned the van on and the girls quickly sat straight to balance themselves. They feared that she was going to take them even further away, and something about their potentially being others involved made them all the more scared given the torture they’d just gone through. And then an unexpected thing happened as the drive didn’t last very long at all before coming to an abrupt stop. The girls could hear more voices outside, almost what sounded like a crowd of people. That’s when Superwoman returned to the back-seat space and grabbed a purple curtain from a built-in compartment. “It’s show-time.” she winked, setting up the curtain on the door frame and exiting the van to open the door from the outside. Now the girls could clearly hear commotion going on outside, fighting to make it out the door to get someone’s attention. Unfortunately, only their feet managed to stick out from underneath the curtain and their binds prevented them from escaping entirely. Music from the van’s speakers had also started to play, drowning out even their loudest muffled cries. What they could hear was Superwoman calling for people to come to the van, something that perplexed them entirely. That’s when it dawned on Tina that they hadn’t gone very far from Comic Con at all to begin with. What’s worse, her and her friends were about to be put on display for what she could only assume was entertainment purposes without the crowd actually knowing the true nature of their situation. And as a crowd began to form, the girls knew they were in for more torture.
