TickleMantis
4th Level Red Feather
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- May 5, 2001
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Most of the time people dreamt about fairly surreal things. Sometimes it’s something nice, like flying, or a sexual fantasy. Other times it can be bad, like someone trying to kill you, or worse. Frankly Kendell would rather have had the killing one, because her current sedative induced sleep was easily providing the worst nightmare of her life.
Thus far the leggy big breasted blonde had been stripped of her clothing, tickled by a four armed beast, thrown into a bottomless pit of infinite tickling hands, been tickled by an insane cleaning lady and now the poor girl stood before the seemingly infamous yet previously unseen 'Pink man'. Kendell, from the safety of being hidden in a closet, had just witnessed the Pink man turn the once domineering cleaning lady into a hysterical, naked, sweating mess. The bizarre creature had stripped the woman of her clothing, pinned her down on the coffee table and lay on top of her causing intense, pleading laughter, from the merciless tickle torture.
“Please…” Kendell said to the man made of nothing but wiggling tongues, a word she had said all too often through out this nightmare. “…don’t do that to me.”
"Do what?" The Pink man asked as he stood to his toungue covered feet, leaving the dark haired woman limp and gasping for air on the wooden coffee table. "Tickle you? You break into my home and tell me what to do?"
"I-I didn't come here on purpose..." Kendell's voice wavered with fear as she took steps backwards to corrospond with the steps the Pink man was taking towards her. "...please I...I just want to go home."
"If you are here, I own you. There for you are home." The Pink man used the same logic as the four armed man previously, the situation only becoming more frightening as Kendell could not go back any futher without returning to the closet with the darkness that tickled.
Looking at the sweating exhausted naked woman laying limp on the table, Kendell was determined not to end up like her. Quickly side stepping Kendell made a break for the front door but the poor nude blonde was just as quickly grabbed from behind. The Pink man reached up under Kendell's arms, clasping his hands over either of her milky white melons and pulling her back into towards his wiggling torso. The tounges from his arms wickedly caressed her ribs and breasts while hundreds more ran over her back and cute hyper ticklish butt.
"HOOOHAAAHAHA!" Kendell wailed as she kicked, the only thing preventing her from collapsing was the Pink man's incredible strength. "NONONONONOHOOHO! HAHAOO!"
In the real world, a few years back now, Kendell had gone out with a guy who licked her foot. Up until less than half an hour ago current time, that had been the most intense tickling the poor cackling blonde had ever experienced. The touch of a purposley tickling tounge was, for whatever reason, far worse than the prod, poke or stroke of a finger. A man made of tounges was Kendell's worst nightmare and while in reality she was being hoisted safley into a hospital bed for observation, the nightmare of a man made of toungues was inescapable.
"Ohh you are much more tickish than the others!" The Pink man taunted only making Kendell furious amongst her hyusterics, the poor girl couldn't stand the fact she was so helpless when tickled. "When I am done I think I shall feed you to the pink pit!"
Fortunatley Kendell was howling too loud with her own forced laughter to comprehend the Pink man's last words. Had she heard about the 'pink pit' it wouldn't have taken long to realise it was a pit of tounges and the nude girl probably would have fainted. At the time Kendell had no idea, but when she would wake up from this horrible hellish imagining it would become apparant the young woman only had herself to blame. Despite the cruelness and unbearable torture, these were her thoughts and creations, all be them unintentional.
Laughter, tears and sweat weren't the only things Kendell couldn't stop. With the Pink man's swirling moist toungue fingers licking her rigid sensitive nipples the poor girl couldn't help but become involuntarily aroused. Unlike when the pit of hands first touched her g-spot this time Kendell noticed she was becoming incredibly turned on. The intense near full upper body tickling was still torture, however the ticklish nipple licking teased the possibility of sweet heavenly release.
"Careful now" Came a frighteningly familiar voice when the tickling suddenly stopped as with sweat, tears and a virtually rosie pink butt, back, sides, ribs and breasts Kendell fell to the floor. "You don't want her cumming."
"She's more ticklish if she cums." The Pink man spoke frankly to the four armed beast who was just closing the elusive front door behind himself. "I was going to throw her in the pink pit."
"Yep...yeah good idea." The four armed beast put his foot on Kendell's bare side and forced her to roll over onto her back as the two strange creatures chatted like old friends. "...give her the treatment first."
"Oh yeah." The Pink man almost purred with enthusiasm as the two beasts looked down upon the fearful girl.
"Nooo...no..." Kendell sobbed as the four armed beast used one of his huge hands to grip both of the suffering blondes wrists and hoist her up, bare feet dangling nearly a foot from the floor.
"C'mere you." The Pink man turned to demand the naked and exhausted cleaning lady who sluggishly peeled herself from the wooden coffe table with total obidience. "Hold her ankles."
Through much screaming protest and frantic struggling Kendell was pulled out on a forty five degree angle. The four armed beast holding her wrists in one had while the nude cleaning lady knelt on the floor with the blonde's ankles securley locked under one arm. Kendell's screams for mercy were soon interuppted by girlish giggling as the cleaning lady ran the five long nails of her free hand around the wrinkly bottoms of the dreaming girls precious feet.
"Heeheenoohahah! Ohgaawahahad!" Once Kendell's giggling had risen to a steady stream of laughter the stretched out girl was futher tortured when the four armed man's spare three hands began viciously lobster clawing her ribs from behind.
The dancing nails on her soles were in stark constrast to the harsh, almost painful, tickling on her ribs. Worse still was the Pink Man who slithered onto Kendell's nude shaking frame. Despite being suspended off the ground, the weight of the Pink Man seemed to make no difference as he left the floor and lay himself atop the angled woman's heaving body. The wet tounges squirmed everywhere, on her smooth underarms, around her ears and neck, over her lips, collar bone, breasts. Any part of her ribs that wasn't being attacked from behind was cruely licked as was her entire tummy with one particually fast moving pink tounge vibrating in Kendell's cute belly button.
It was far, far worse that Kendell had ever imagined. When she had hid in the closet and watched the cleaning lady get tickled it was a terrible feeling, but the tounges were everywhere. Of course, in reality the dreaming blonde had no idea what it was really like to have several tounges tickling inside her womanhood at once, nor had she ever felt the intrusive caress of an unusually wet tounge inbetween her well toned butt cheeks. The long pink tounges were even slipping inbetween her toes. Fortunatley for Kendell this was a dream and slowly but surley the tortured nude girl was waking up...
"Kendell?" Trish asked, her jade green eyes peering over the top of a three year old woman's magazine. "Oh thank jeez, your awake!"
"...Whu..?" Kendell blinked slowly as she took in her surroundings, she was in a hospital bed wearing nothing more than a thin standard issue baby blue nightie, Trish was standing up from her chair on the other side of the small private room.
"You want some water?" Trish asked grabbing and upturned glass on the bed side table and pivoting toward the small lockless bathroom next to the main door. "Are you okay? I'll call the nurse in a second."
Kendell sat up slowly, weak from three days sleep. It turned out, after being sedated on her bathroom floor by the paramedics, the barbie figured blonde had giggled constantly all the way to the hospital before falling into a state of shock. The shock had kept Kendell completley unconsious for three days straight and Trish had stayed with her the entire time, the nurse checking in once every hour.
Trish called the nurse who checked her over and paged the doctor assigned to Kendell. Despite calling a hospital her home for three days the red headed Trish didn't look any worse for wear. Trish's jeans wrapped to her long smooth legs and perfect ass like paint, the tight white t-shirt did little to hide her large jiggling boobs and her shoulder length red hair was as straight as always.
"Good afternoon Kendell, I'm doctor Hughes." Came a soft professional older man's voice as the door opened an hour after the nurse had called the pager. "It seems we have a rather unusual case..."
"What happened to me?" Kendell said having eaten and regained some strentgh as she sat up in the hospital bed, her long wavey blonde hair tied in a loose pony tail.
"Is she going to be okay?" Trish asked sitting in a standard hospital visitors chair next to the bed as she watched a 5'4ft grey haired man with thin lensed glasses, a white coat and dignified manner about him enter the room.
"That all depends...you see...since Kendell was bought in, I've been trying to find something similar to the symptoms the paramedics described..." Doctor Hughes grabbed the clip board from the end of the bed and peered over his glasses at the jumble of notes and ticked boxes. "I think you maybe suffering from a very rare nerve condition called 'Eximius Sensilis'."
"Nerve condition?" Kendell looked on wide eyed as the doctor hung back the clip board and stayed standing at the foot of the bed with a most pleasent and calming way about him.
"There maybe no need for alarm...my dianosis could be incorrect." The grey haired doctor put emphasis on the word 'could' as he explained Kendell's condition. "There have only ever been three other recorded cases. Basically thee nervous system becomes erratic, causing extreme levels of sensitivity to touch...curiously there are no records of it having any effect on the systems reaction to heat..."
"So its like an attack?" Trish interuppted as she noticed the good doctor trailing off into an irrelevant strain of the topic at hand.
"Quite." Hughes replied realising his brief mistake with a polite smile before swiftly returning to topic. "It appears to happen when your nerves are overly stimulated...such as the reported tickling your date was giving you the other night...in essence your nerves loose control of their threshold, which is why the meer touch of shower water caused you the undue stress resulting in the call for paramedics."
"...How...how do I get rid of it?" Kendell asked shocked at the news she could not even trust her own body.
"Given that this condition is so rare there isn't a definetive cure I'm afraid." His bed side manner was impecible, Doctor Hughes eyes showing true sympathy for his paitent. "If you aren't sedated its possible you'll fall into shock once again...obviously avoiding stimulation would be a good step, then again the attack may simply subside...Trisha tells me that between your brief tickling and the shower, you were okay...prehaps if you have left the shower, just sat down for half an hour or so, your nerves would have gone back to normal."
"Not to be rude but there seems to be a lot of 'Possibles', 'Maybes' and 'Prehaps'..." Trish said obviously more annoyed at the situation than at the doctor. "Are you even sure its this...Eximi...whatever?"
"...no." Doctor Hughes said sincerley placing his hands on the small plasic white wall at the end of the bed. "There simply hasn't been enough research done about Eximius Sensilis to give any definitive cure or prevention...I can only suggest avoiding any unessesery nerve stimulation...and if it happens again...well I'll keep looking into it..."
Kendell sat for a minute taking it in. Trish sighed and glanced at Kendell, holding her hand tight. Doctor Hughes busied himself with the clip board again and with a polite cough excused himself from the room. The nurse came in soon after and told them Kendell was welcome to stay another night but once her energy was back Trish took her back to their apartment that afternoon.
"I found two of them." Kendell said sitting in short shorts and a t-shirt at the computer from her bedroom.
"There were three cases right?" Trish asked clicking the t.v remote to mute as she stood up from the couch and wanderd toward the open door of her flat mate's bedroom.
"Yeah...I've been searching the net for about an hour...theres not much on it." Kendell explained looking up to the red head Trish as she entered the room. "The first one I found was some guy in the fifties...the other one is uncomfirmed, a girl in India found dead..."
"Dead?" Trish asked with surprise and a hint of concern.
"Theres a whole report on her...not much on the guy." Kendell said not sounding as concerned as she should have about the death part. "Says it wasn't the nerve condition itself that killed her...they found bruising on her ribs and stomch...her jaw muscles were stretched to an abnormal size...they found her with her mouth and eyes wide open, she'd been crying."
"...what...what happened to her?" Trish asked standing behind Kendell's chair as she scanned the onscreen report for futher information.
"They called in investigators because of the unusual death...once you wade through all the official language..." Kendell paused to turn in her chair and look Trish in the eye who took a step back toward Kendell's large double bed. "...she was tickled to death."
"...oh no..." Trish said wide eyed taking another step back and sitting down on the bed. "Someone...who?..."
"They never found the guy." Kendell said turning completley in her chair nowhere near as shocked as Trish. "Look...that was one time right? Its not going to happen to me...I just have to do what the doctor said, avoid stimulation to my nerves and theres no reason I can't live a normal life."
"You...fair enough." Trish said in reply letting her mood lighten a little seeing Kendell's logic. "I have to go in a sec...late shift...what about the guy in the fifties?"
"Don't know. Said he never left the house and he was eighteen when he contracted the condition but I couldn't dig up much. The report on the Indian girl was the best I could find." Kendell stood up from her chair and casually wanderd toward the bedroom door. "Don't worry about me okay? Nothings going to happen, it was a freak occcurance."
"Okay. You get some rest." Trish said standing and following Kendell into the lounge before picking up her hand bag and slipping into her stilletos. "I'll be back around eleven, so don't wait up."
Trish wandered off to work, Kendell herself wasn't due back to work for another three days. Whilst the specifics of her hospital visit hadn't been divuldged to the leggy blonde's boss the employer was happy to allow a week off sick. It wasn't as if Kendell hadn't earned it working countless hours overtime at the local DMV. After several minutes sitting idol on the couch Kendell clicked the T.V off and decided relaxation was the order of the day.
In a glorius bare body state the well toned twenty two year old blonde leant foward and dipped her slender fingers into the fluffy white bubbles that sat a top the hot bath water. Smiling to herself with pride for getting the water temputure just right Kendell stretched her long smooth left leg and dipped her cute button toes into through the bubbles. Seductivley slow the nude blonde let herslef slide under the bubbles and closed her eyes with pleasure.
Several minutes passsed before the soaking blonde took a sip of her red wine and glanced to other end of the stark white tub. Sitting next to two half melted red scented candles was a small glass tray, almost like a classy ash tray but far too big. Inside the tray were various colourful tablets, Trish's bath salts. Intrigued and knowing she wasn't usually allowed to use them but could play the sympathy card after her hospital visit, Kendell dropped two of the coloured tabs into the warm bubbly water.
"Oh no!" Kendell squealed with horror when the tablets began to fizz tiny bubbles up against the skin of her back and behind her knees. "Ohno ohnoohno!"
Spalshing quickly from the tub the panicking blonde could already feel her entire body start to tingle. It was the same unsuspecting sensation Kendell had felt in the shower five days before. Now the tall wet nude woman was able to recognise the premptive feeling of her nervous system betraying her as her shakey hand picked up the phone and quickly dialed 911.
"Please!...Eeeheeno! You-HAha!" Kendell dropped to her knees as she struggled with her will power to hold the phone correctly and explain her dilema. "I'meee in trahaha Nono! aahaha Help meeee! AHAHA!"
The phone was left swinging from the small table next to the couch with an operators voice being drowned out by poor Kendell's hysterical laughter. Her mind slipping the poor blonde could only roll on the carpet as the beads of water, her own hair and the long shag carpetting tickled every hyper sensitive inch of her nude body. Help was coming...hopefully.
To Be Continued...
Thus far the leggy big breasted blonde had been stripped of her clothing, tickled by a four armed beast, thrown into a bottomless pit of infinite tickling hands, been tickled by an insane cleaning lady and now the poor girl stood before the seemingly infamous yet previously unseen 'Pink man'. Kendell, from the safety of being hidden in a closet, had just witnessed the Pink man turn the once domineering cleaning lady into a hysterical, naked, sweating mess. The bizarre creature had stripped the woman of her clothing, pinned her down on the coffee table and lay on top of her causing intense, pleading laughter, from the merciless tickle torture.
“Please…” Kendell said to the man made of nothing but wiggling tongues, a word she had said all too often through out this nightmare. “…don’t do that to me.”
"Do what?" The Pink man asked as he stood to his toungue covered feet, leaving the dark haired woman limp and gasping for air on the wooden coffee table. "Tickle you? You break into my home and tell me what to do?"
"I-I didn't come here on purpose..." Kendell's voice wavered with fear as she took steps backwards to corrospond with the steps the Pink man was taking towards her. "...please I...I just want to go home."
"If you are here, I own you. There for you are home." The Pink man used the same logic as the four armed man previously, the situation only becoming more frightening as Kendell could not go back any futher without returning to the closet with the darkness that tickled.
Looking at the sweating exhausted naked woman laying limp on the table, Kendell was determined not to end up like her. Quickly side stepping Kendell made a break for the front door but the poor nude blonde was just as quickly grabbed from behind. The Pink man reached up under Kendell's arms, clasping his hands over either of her milky white melons and pulling her back into towards his wiggling torso. The tounges from his arms wickedly caressed her ribs and breasts while hundreds more ran over her back and cute hyper ticklish butt.
"HOOOHAAAHAHA!" Kendell wailed as she kicked, the only thing preventing her from collapsing was the Pink man's incredible strength. "NONONONONOHOOHO! HAHAOO!"
In the real world, a few years back now, Kendell had gone out with a guy who licked her foot. Up until less than half an hour ago current time, that had been the most intense tickling the poor cackling blonde had ever experienced. The touch of a purposley tickling tounge was, for whatever reason, far worse than the prod, poke or stroke of a finger. A man made of tounges was Kendell's worst nightmare and while in reality she was being hoisted safley into a hospital bed for observation, the nightmare of a man made of toungues was inescapable.
"Ohh you are much more tickish than the others!" The Pink man taunted only making Kendell furious amongst her hyusterics, the poor girl couldn't stand the fact she was so helpless when tickled. "When I am done I think I shall feed you to the pink pit!"
Fortunatley Kendell was howling too loud with her own forced laughter to comprehend the Pink man's last words. Had she heard about the 'pink pit' it wouldn't have taken long to realise it was a pit of tounges and the nude girl probably would have fainted. At the time Kendell had no idea, but when she would wake up from this horrible hellish imagining it would become apparant the young woman only had herself to blame. Despite the cruelness and unbearable torture, these were her thoughts and creations, all be them unintentional.
Laughter, tears and sweat weren't the only things Kendell couldn't stop. With the Pink man's swirling moist toungue fingers licking her rigid sensitive nipples the poor girl couldn't help but become involuntarily aroused. Unlike when the pit of hands first touched her g-spot this time Kendell noticed she was becoming incredibly turned on. The intense near full upper body tickling was still torture, however the ticklish nipple licking teased the possibility of sweet heavenly release.
"Careful now" Came a frighteningly familiar voice when the tickling suddenly stopped as with sweat, tears and a virtually rosie pink butt, back, sides, ribs and breasts Kendell fell to the floor. "You don't want her cumming."
"She's more ticklish if she cums." The Pink man spoke frankly to the four armed beast who was just closing the elusive front door behind himself. "I was going to throw her in the pink pit."
"Yep...yeah good idea." The four armed beast put his foot on Kendell's bare side and forced her to roll over onto her back as the two strange creatures chatted like old friends. "...give her the treatment first."
"Oh yeah." The Pink man almost purred with enthusiasm as the two beasts looked down upon the fearful girl.
"Nooo...no..." Kendell sobbed as the four armed beast used one of his huge hands to grip both of the suffering blondes wrists and hoist her up, bare feet dangling nearly a foot from the floor.
"C'mere you." The Pink man turned to demand the naked and exhausted cleaning lady who sluggishly peeled herself from the wooden coffe table with total obidience. "Hold her ankles."
Through much screaming protest and frantic struggling Kendell was pulled out on a forty five degree angle. The four armed beast holding her wrists in one had while the nude cleaning lady knelt on the floor with the blonde's ankles securley locked under one arm. Kendell's screams for mercy were soon interuppted by girlish giggling as the cleaning lady ran the five long nails of her free hand around the wrinkly bottoms of the dreaming girls precious feet.
"Heeheenoohahah! Ohgaawahahad!" Once Kendell's giggling had risen to a steady stream of laughter the stretched out girl was futher tortured when the four armed man's spare three hands began viciously lobster clawing her ribs from behind.
The dancing nails on her soles were in stark constrast to the harsh, almost painful, tickling on her ribs. Worse still was the Pink Man who slithered onto Kendell's nude shaking frame. Despite being suspended off the ground, the weight of the Pink Man seemed to make no difference as he left the floor and lay himself atop the angled woman's heaving body. The wet tounges squirmed everywhere, on her smooth underarms, around her ears and neck, over her lips, collar bone, breasts. Any part of her ribs that wasn't being attacked from behind was cruely licked as was her entire tummy with one particually fast moving pink tounge vibrating in Kendell's cute belly button.
It was far, far worse that Kendell had ever imagined. When she had hid in the closet and watched the cleaning lady get tickled it was a terrible feeling, but the tounges were everywhere. Of course, in reality the dreaming blonde had no idea what it was really like to have several tounges tickling inside her womanhood at once, nor had she ever felt the intrusive caress of an unusually wet tounge inbetween her well toned butt cheeks. The long pink tounges were even slipping inbetween her toes. Fortunatley for Kendell this was a dream and slowly but surley the tortured nude girl was waking up...
"Kendell?" Trish asked, her jade green eyes peering over the top of a three year old woman's magazine. "Oh thank jeez, your awake!"
"...Whu..?" Kendell blinked slowly as she took in her surroundings, she was in a hospital bed wearing nothing more than a thin standard issue baby blue nightie, Trish was standing up from her chair on the other side of the small private room.
"You want some water?" Trish asked grabbing and upturned glass on the bed side table and pivoting toward the small lockless bathroom next to the main door. "Are you okay? I'll call the nurse in a second."
Kendell sat up slowly, weak from three days sleep. It turned out, after being sedated on her bathroom floor by the paramedics, the barbie figured blonde had giggled constantly all the way to the hospital before falling into a state of shock. The shock had kept Kendell completley unconsious for three days straight and Trish had stayed with her the entire time, the nurse checking in once every hour.
Trish called the nurse who checked her over and paged the doctor assigned to Kendell. Despite calling a hospital her home for three days the red headed Trish didn't look any worse for wear. Trish's jeans wrapped to her long smooth legs and perfect ass like paint, the tight white t-shirt did little to hide her large jiggling boobs and her shoulder length red hair was as straight as always.
"Good afternoon Kendell, I'm doctor Hughes." Came a soft professional older man's voice as the door opened an hour after the nurse had called the pager. "It seems we have a rather unusual case..."
"What happened to me?" Kendell said having eaten and regained some strentgh as she sat up in the hospital bed, her long wavey blonde hair tied in a loose pony tail.
"Is she going to be okay?" Trish asked sitting in a standard hospital visitors chair next to the bed as she watched a 5'4ft grey haired man with thin lensed glasses, a white coat and dignified manner about him enter the room.
"That all depends...you see...since Kendell was bought in, I've been trying to find something similar to the symptoms the paramedics described..." Doctor Hughes grabbed the clip board from the end of the bed and peered over his glasses at the jumble of notes and ticked boxes. "I think you maybe suffering from a very rare nerve condition called 'Eximius Sensilis'."
"Nerve condition?" Kendell looked on wide eyed as the doctor hung back the clip board and stayed standing at the foot of the bed with a most pleasent and calming way about him.
"There maybe no need for alarm...my dianosis could be incorrect." The grey haired doctor put emphasis on the word 'could' as he explained Kendell's condition. "There have only ever been three other recorded cases. Basically thee nervous system becomes erratic, causing extreme levels of sensitivity to touch...curiously there are no records of it having any effect on the systems reaction to heat..."
"So its like an attack?" Trish interuppted as she noticed the good doctor trailing off into an irrelevant strain of the topic at hand.
"Quite." Hughes replied realising his brief mistake with a polite smile before swiftly returning to topic. "It appears to happen when your nerves are overly stimulated...such as the reported tickling your date was giving you the other night...in essence your nerves loose control of their threshold, which is why the meer touch of shower water caused you the undue stress resulting in the call for paramedics."
"...How...how do I get rid of it?" Kendell asked shocked at the news she could not even trust her own body.
"Given that this condition is so rare there isn't a definetive cure I'm afraid." His bed side manner was impecible, Doctor Hughes eyes showing true sympathy for his paitent. "If you aren't sedated its possible you'll fall into shock once again...obviously avoiding stimulation would be a good step, then again the attack may simply subside...Trisha tells me that between your brief tickling and the shower, you were okay...prehaps if you have left the shower, just sat down for half an hour or so, your nerves would have gone back to normal."
"Not to be rude but there seems to be a lot of 'Possibles', 'Maybes' and 'Prehaps'..." Trish said obviously more annoyed at the situation than at the doctor. "Are you even sure its this...Eximi...whatever?"
"...no." Doctor Hughes said sincerley placing his hands on the small plasic white wall at the end of the bed. "There simply hasn't been enough research done about Eximius Sensilis to give any definitive cure or prevention...I can only suggest avoiding any unessesery nerve stimulation...and if it happens again...well I'll keep looking into it..."
Kendell sat for a minute taking it in. Trish sighed and glanced at Kendell, holding her hand tight. Doctor Hughes busied himself with the clip board again and with a polite cough excused himself from the room. The nurse came in soon after and told them Kendell was welcome to stay another night but once her energy was back Trish took her back to their apartment that afternoon.
"I found two of them." Kendell said sitting in short shorts and a t-shirt at the computer from her bedroom.
"There were three cases right?" Trish asked clicking the t.v remote to mute as she stood up from the couch and wanderd toward the open door of her flat mate's bedroom.
"Yeah...I've been searching the net for about an hour...theres not much on it." Kendell explained looking up to the red head Trish as she entered the room. "The first one I found was some guy in the fifties...the other one is uncomfirmed, a girl in India found dead..."
"Dead?" Trish asked with surprise and a hint of concern.
"Theres a whole report on her...not much on the guy." Kendell said not sounding as concerned as she should have about the death part. "Says it wasn't the nerve condition itself that killed her...they found bruising on her ribs and stomch...her jaw muscles were stretched to an abnormal size...they found her with her mouth and eyes wide open, she'd been crying."
"...what...what happened to her?" Trish asked standing behind Kendell's chair as she scanned the onscreen report for futher information.
"They called in investigators because of the unusual death...once you wade through all the official language..." Kendell paused to turn in her chair and look Trish in the eye who took a step back toward Kendell's large double bed. "...she was tickled to death."
"...oh no..." Trish said wide eyed taking another step back and sitting down on the bed. "Someone...who?..."
"They never found the guy." Kendell said turning completley in her chair nowhere near as shocked as Trish. "Look...that was one time right? Its not going to happen to me...I just have to do what the doctor said, avoid stimulation to my nerves and theres no reason I can't live a normal life."
"You...fair enough." Trish said in reply letting her mood lighten a little seeing Kendell's logic. "I have to go in a sec...late shift...what about the guy in the fifties?"
"Don't know. Said he never left the house and he was eighteen when he contracted the condition but I couldn't dig up much. The report on the Indian girl was the best I could find." Kendell stood up from her chair and casually wanderd toward the bedroom door. "Don't worry about me okay? Nothings going to happen, it was a freak occcurance."
"Okay. You get some rest." Trish said standing and following Kendell into the lounge before picking up her hand bag and slipping into her stilletos. "I'll be back around eleven, so don't wait up."
Trish wandered off to work, Kendell herself wasn't due back to work for another three days. Whilst the specifics of her hospital visit hadn't been divuldged to the leggy blonde's boss the employer was happy to allow a week off sick. It wasn't as if Kendell hadn't earned it working countless hours overtime at the local DMV. After several minutes sitting idol on the couch Kendell clicked the T.V off and decided relaxation was the order of the day.
In a glorius bare body state the well toned twenty two year old blonde leant foward and dipped her slender fingers into the fluffy white bubbles that sat a top the hot bath water. Smiling to herself with pride for getting the water temputure just right Kendell stretched her long smooth left leg and dipped her cute button toes into through the bubbles. Seductivley slow the nude blonde let herslef slide under the bubbles and closed her eyes with pleasure.
Several minutes passsed before the soaking blonde took a sip of her red wine and glanced to other end of the stark white tub. Sitting next to two half melted red scented candles was a small glass tray, almost like a classy ash tray but far too big. Inside the tray were various colourful tablets, Trish's bath salts. Intrigued and knowing she wasn't usually allowed to use them but could play the sympathy card after her hospital visit, Kendell dropped two of the coloured tabs into the warm bubbly water.
"Oh no!" Kendell squealed with horror when the tablets began to fizz tiny bubbles up against the skin of her back and behind her knees. "Ohno ohnoohno!"
Spalshing quickly from the tub the panicking blonde could already feel her entire body start to tingle. It was the same unsuspecting sensation Kendell had felt in the shower five days before. Now the tall wet nude woman was able to recognise the premptive feeling of her nervous system betraying her as her shakey hand picked up the phone and quickly dialed 911.
"Please!...Eeeheeno! You-HAha!" Kendell dropped to her knees as she struggled with her will power to hold the phone correctly and explain her dilema. "I'meee in trahaha Nono! aahaha Help meeee! AHAHA!"
The phone was left swinging from the small table next to the couch with an operators voice being drowned out by poor Kendell's hysterical laughter. Her mind slipping the poor blonde could only roll on the carpet as the beads of water, her own hair and the long shag carpetting tickled every hyper sensitive inch of her nude body. Help was coming...hopefully.
To Be Continued...
