TKLVR181
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Here it is…the prologue and first part to the long awaited “Karen writes about herself leeing” story.
m/f, no warnings so far, don't think there will be any here.
Comments wanted and thoroughly expected; please don’t laugh me off of TT! 😛
Prologue
It had been a bad day.
So far today my two best friends had decided to hate each other over night, and of course I got to hear about it from both ends. I had a splitting headache, and I had just taken a math test I had forgotten completely about.
I wonder how badly I bombed this time I thought as I stepped into the bathroom at my college. I went over to the sink, turned on the water, and splashed my face.
That’s when things became odd. As I splashed my face, I noticed individual droplets of water…stopping. In mid-air they stopped.
This would scare the hell out of a lot of people…I knew immediately what was going on. Time itself had stopped. I glanced at the clock; sure enough, the minute hand was stuck straight up on the 12.
I inhaled sharply…the fact that I could still move and inhale at all was an indicator that, whoever or whatever had stopped time, I had been left out of it on purpose.
People were always stopping time to kidnap me…whether or not I was in serious trouble depended on who it was. Most people with the ability to stop time and the will to do it to abduct me were usually good friends of mine, simply wanting to tickle the crap out of me and then let me go on my way as if nothing had happened. This had, however, never happened at school before. I started to get worried that my contacts in other dimensions of existence were about to get me into some serious trouble.
Then I noticed something REALLY weird…my reflection in the mirror. OK, I know what you’re thinking, ha ha and all that, but it was my reflection…but it wasn’t. I had my hair up in a bun, black jacket over my signature pink sleeveless top.
This girl had her hair down, and slightly tussled at that. She was also holding her jacket over her shoulder in one finger. She was wearing a huge grin; SHE sure didn’t have a headache. She winked at me, beckoning me towards the mirror. I reached out to touch it…
…And everything disappeared.
IN HELL 2
I woke up in the usual position; arms tied above my head and blindfolded. It took me a few minutes to remember what had happened. When I did, I went into “get the shell out of here” mode.
I had no idea who’d captured me; whoever it was was powerful enough to stop time itself in order to nab me. Which meant I was in a lot of trouble, either way. The possibilities ran through my mind; being a half demoness you tend to rack up the list of powerful rivals. There were dragons, angels, and people with just plain weird powers. Even the not so powerful ones were a bit intimidating…I began to think what would happen if Socks had somehow managed to get me into this position.
And if the purpose of this exercise was other than tickling…what if my father, the demon, had finally caught up with me? He had so far been unable to produce a male offspring; the fact that I had a uterus crossed my mind. I began to sweat.
I could hear nothing…wherever I was was stark quiet. Nor could I see anything through my blindfold; there were no discernable sources of light in whatever kind of room I was in. Suddenly I heard a door open; a bright light hit the blindfold, and I could see a tall figure walk in and stand behind me. The first thing I realized was that he was a fellow Daemon; we can sense each other’s presence. My worst fear seemed to be confirmed.
I felt a finger hit my side, trailing from my ribs to my hip. I bit my lip, fighting not to giggle. “Y-you’ll never g-g-get away with this! I’m j-just as powerful as my f-father is!!” I said, trying my best to sound intimidating.
I heard a soft, friendly chuckle. “Karen my dear, you know I don’t associate with the likes of your father.” It was Feathers!
My entire body slumped in my bonds. “F-Feathers…I thought you were o-one of my father’s men…” I said, nearly in tears with relief.
He pulled my blindfold off, wrapping one arm around me gently. “Sssh, sssh, it’s ok, you’re safe here, no one can hear us in here. I just brought you here because you seemed like you had a bad day.” For all that Feathers is a Daemon, he’s certainly been more of a father and friend to me than my actual father was.
“I have.” I said simply. “And I have the worst headache.”
“Well, let’s see what we can do about that.” He said, and I could hear the mischievous grin even though he was behind me. He ran five fingertips down my stomach slowly, wiggling them at random intervals.
“EEEEeheeheenohoho!!” I giggled, unable to stop myself. “Dohon’t tihihickle!!”
To my surprise, he stopped. “Well, I guess if you feel THAT bad I’ll just let you get back to school.” He said calmly, but I could tell his feelings were hurt. He reached up and started to uncuff me.
“W-wait” I said. “I d-didn’t mean it.” I blushed slightly, unable to stop myself. “I d-don’t m-m-mind.”
He walked over to the front of me, leaned over, and whispered in my ear; “I know, I just wanted to make you say it!”
This time I REALLY blushed. Not many people can make me admit I want to be tickled; I can barely admit it to myself that I have a leeish side at all.
Feathers leaned in again, whispering. “So…tell me what you do want…”
I looked at the floor. Something about being made to ask to be tickled takes all the wind out of my sails; turns me into a totally giggling, wiggling lee.
“I w-want…y-you to t-t-tickle m-me” I sputtered out.
TO BE CONTINUED…
m/f, no warnings so far, don't think there will be any here.
Comments wanted and thoroughly expected; please don’t laugh me off of TT! 😛
Prologue
It had been a bad day.
So far today my two best friends had decided to hate each other over night, and of course I got to hear about it from both ends. I had a splitting headache, and I had just taken a math test I had forgotten completely about.
I wonder how badly I bombed this time I thought as I stepped into the bathroom at my college. I went over to the sink, turned on the water, and splashed my face.
That’s when things became odd. As I splashed my face, I noticed individual droplets of water…stopping. In mid-air they stopped.
This would scare the hell out of a lot of people…I knew immediately what was going on. Time itself had stopped. I glanced at the clock; sure enough, the minute hand was stuck straight up on the 12.
I inhaled sharply…the fact that I could still move and inhale at all was an indicator that, whoever or whatever had stopped time, I had been left out of it on purpose.
People were always stopping time to kidnap me…whether or not I was in serious trouble depended on who it was. Most people with the ability to stop time and the will to do it to abduct me were usually good friends of mine, simply wanting to tickle the crap out of me and then let me go on my way as if nothing had happened. This had, however, never happened at school before. I started to get worried that my contacts in other dimensions of existence were about to get me into some serious trouble.
Then I noticed something REALLY weird…my reflection in the mirror. OK, I know what you’re thinking, ha ha and all that, but it was my reflection…but it wasn’t. I had my hair up in a bun, black jacket over my signature pink sleeveless top.
This girl had her hair down, and slightly tussled at that. She was also holding her jacket over her shoulder in one finger. She was wearing a huge grin; SHE sure didn’t have a headache. She winked at me, beckoning me towards the mirror. I reached out to touch it…
…And everything disappeared.
IN HELL 2
I woke up in the usual position; arms tied above my head and blindfolded. It took me a few minutes to remember what had happened. When I did, I went into “get the shell out of here” mode.
I had no idea who’d captured me; whoever it was was powerful enough to stop time itself in order to nab me. Which meant I was in a lot of trouble, either way. The possibilities ran through my mind; being a half demoness you tend to rack up the list of powerful rivals. There were dragons, angels, and people with just plain weird powers. Even the not so powerful ones were a bit intimidating…I began to think what would happen if Socks had somehow managed to get me into this position.
And if the purpose of this exercise was other than tickling…what if my father, the demon, had finally caught up with me? He had so far been unable to produce a male offspring; the fact that I had a uterus crossed my mind. I began to sweat.
I could hear nothing…wherever I was was stark quiet. Nor could I see anything through my blindfold; there were no discernable sources of light in whatever kind of room I was in. Suddenly I heard a door open; a bright light hit the blindfold, and I could see a tall figure walk in and stand behind me. The first thing I realized was that he was a fellow Daemon; we can sense each other’s presence. My worst fear seemed to be confirmed.
I felt a finger hit my side, trailing from my ribs to my hip. I bit my lip, fighting not to giggle. “Y-you’ll never g-g-get away with this! I’m j-just as powerful as my f-father is!!” I said, trying my best to sound intimidating.
I heard a soft, friendly chuckle. “Karen my dear, you know I don’t associate with the likes of your father.” It was Feathers!
My entire body slumped in my bonds. “F-Feathers…I thought you were o-one of my father’s men…” I said, nearly in tears with relief.
He pulled my blindfold off, wrapping one arm around me gently. “Sssh, sssh, it’s ok, you’re safe here, no one can hear us in here. I just brought you here because you seemed like you had a bad day.” For all that Feathers is a Daemon, he’s certainly been more of a father and friend to me than my actual father was.
“I have.” I said simply. “And I have the worst headache.”
“Well, let’s see what we can do about that.” He said, and I could hear the mischievous grin even though he was behind me. He ran five fingertips down my stomach slowly, wiggling them at random intervals.
“EEEEeheeheenohoho!!” I giggled, unable to stop myself. “Dohon’t tihihickle!!”
To my surprise, he stopped. “Well, I guess if you feel THAT bad I’ll just let you get back to school.” He said calmly, but I could tell his feelings were hurt. He reached up and started to uncuff me.
“W-wait” I said. “I d-didn’t mean it.” I blushed slightly, unable to stop myself. “I d-don’t m-m-mind.”
He walked over to the front of me, leaned over, and whispered in my ear; “I know, I just wanted to make you say it!”
This time I REALLY blushed. Not many people can make me admit I want to be tickled; I can barely admit it to myself that I have a leeish side at all.
Feathers leaned in again, whispering. “So…tell me what you do want…”
I looked at the floor. Something about being made to ask to be tickled takes all the wind out of my sails; turns me into a totally giggling, wiggling lee.
“I w-want…y-you to t-t-tickle m-me” I sputtered out.
TO BE CONTINUED…
