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HYSTERIA ISSUE 1: TO TICKLE MS MARVEL!
(Originally published July, 20th, 2023)
Hundreds of tickling artworks and stories on my deviantart, where this story was originally published: https://www.deviantart.com/paranormalnerdom
All characters are above the age of 18.
The cover image is a direct tribute to Ms Marvel (1977) #7.
In a Jersey City warehouse Ms Marvel, Kamala Khan struggled to her feet, barely holding on after taking one too many hits from a new villain calling herself Hysteria. A tall, slim woman with fiery red hair and a pink/black spandex bathing suit style costume with fishnet legs and exposed arms, midriff, and legs. Hysteria also wore black gloves with a feathery pink mane on each one, Not unlike those on BlackCat’s gloves. Hysteria also wore a pointed black domino mask whose tips rose above her head. In her hands, Hysteria carried glowing pink whips whose power to ensnare and tickle its victims was beyond anything Ms Marvel had ever dared dream.
“I thought you tickled people, not beat them to a pulp.” Said Ms Marvel taking a fighting stance.
“Just softening you up. All the better to tickle you when you can’t fight back.” Replied Hysteria.
Ms Marvel’s ticklishness was legendary in the teen superhero community and she was not in the mood to go though any tickling today. Unfortunately for her, that’s exactly what she was going to happen. Not only was Hysteria a master combatant, but also a genius-level engineer capable of creating devices that could render even the mightiest women sobbing messes of ticklish nerves.
Ms Marvel grew her hands into giant hammer-like firsts and attempted to K.O. Hysteria but without luck, as Hysteria side-stepped and tripped Ms Marvel before cracking her whips and binding Kamala within their ticklish grasp. Burning her costume away in key areas such as her belly and thighs.
Ms Marvel writhed in ticklish agony as the pink whips wrapped around her body, their electro feathered tips finding every inch of sensitive skin. Hysteria walked around her, grinning wickedly as she admired her handiwork. Kamala struggled against the restraints, but it was no use. The ticklish sensations were too intense, too overwhelming. Dear god, what was Hysteria doing to her?
Hysteria leaned in close to Ms Marvel's ear, her breath hot and seductive. "You're even more ticklish than I imagined," she whispered, running a gloved hand over Kamala's exposed midriff. "I could play with you all day."
Ms Marvel's body convulsed with laughter as Hysteria began to trail her fingers over Kamala's firm sides. Her laughter grew louder and more desperate as Hysteria moved lower, tickling her thighs and calves.
Hysteria tickled Kamala viciously and upped the power going to her tickle-whips . Ms Marvel was starting to draw short on breath and soon passed out. When she awake, she was in her heavily damaged costume and strapped to a padded metal table in what appeared to be an extremely advanced hideout constructed by Hysteria in yet another warehouse.
Kamala groaned and tried to move, but the restraints held her firmly in place. She looked around, taking in her surroundings. The room was dark and ominous, with neon pink lights casting an eerie glow over everything. There were strange machines and gadgets scattered throughout the room, and Kamala realized with a growing sense of dread that they were all designed to enhance her ticklishness.
Hysteria emerged from the shadows, a wicked grin on her face. "Welcome to my lair, Ms Marvel," she said, running a finger over Kamala's exposed belly. "I hope you're ready for a truly horrid experience."
Kamala struggled against the restraints, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she was in serious trouble. Hysteria was a villain like no other, and Kamala didn't know if she had what it took to resist her ticklish torture.
Hysteria began to tickle Kamala mercilessly, using all manner of
tools and devices to amplify the ticklish sensations. Kamala's body convulsed with laughter as Hysteria expertly tickled her most sensitive spots, her fingers dancing over Kamala's stomach, ribs, and hips, her strange implements tormenting Kamala’s vulnerable feet, grabbing and manipulating them, such that the many spider-like probes stationed at the base of the table could poke, scratch and prod, Ms Marvel’s now sweaty soles, the perspiration only further lubricating the surface and providing a frictionless surface for Hysteria’s probes to glide over and punish.
Kamala tried to hold on, tried to resist the intense ticklish sensations, but it was no use. Hysteria was too skilled, too powerful. Kamala's laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls and mingling with Hysteria's wicked cackles.
As the tickling continued, Kamala began to feel a strange sensation building inside her. It was a mix of pleasure and pain, a feeling she had never experienced before. She didn't know what to make of it, but she knew it was driving her wild.
Hysteria noticed the change in Kamala's reactions and smiled even wider. "That's it, my dear. Let yourself go. Embrace the pleasure of the tickle."
“N-no! Stop it now, you sick freak!”
Hysteria smirked. “Pretend all you like but I can sense your conflict. Part of you likes this. Part of you never wants me to stop. Then again, there is the other part, and that’s fun to.”
Hysteria blows a raspberry directly on Ms Marvels Navel causing her to scream and convulse.
Kamala couldn't believe what she was feeling. She didn't want to admit it, but Hysteria was right. There was a part of her that was enjoying the tickling. She couldn't deny the pleasure that was coursing through her body, even as she squirmed and begged for Hysteria to stop.
Hysteria took advantage of Kamala's conflicted state, intensifying the tickling until Kamala was thrashing around on the table, tears streaming down her face as she laughed uncontrollably.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash from outside the lair, followed by the sound of footsteps running through the warehouse. Hysteria looked up in surprise, momentarily distracted from her tickling.
Kamala saw her chance and used all her strength to break free from the restraints. She leapt off the table and charged at Hysteria, catching the villain off guard and knocking her to the ground.
The two women began to fight. Kamala, being exhausted from her ticklish ordeal, was losing yet again despite her second wind. Thankfully that’s when the source of the footsteps made itself known. Or rather, herself.
Hysteria was straddling Kamala wildly tickling her armpits with her long nails. However, Hysteria’s hands were no longer able to move. This realization was accompanied by the trade mark ‘thwipp’ sound as Spider-Woman AKA Gwen Stacy yanked on the web lines, sending Hysteria flying back onto the floor.
Gwen quickly webbed the villainess to the ground before helping Ms Marvel to her feet.
“Rough day?“ Said Gwen.
Ms Marvel nodded, still catching her breath. "You have no idea."
Gwen gave her a sympathetic look before turning to Hysteria. "What's your game, Hysteria? Why the tickle torture?"
Hysteria sneered, but said nothing.
Gwen rolled her eyes. "Fine, be that way." She turned to Ms Marvel. "Let's get you out of here. I have a feeling we'll be seeing Hysteria again soon."
As they left the lair, Ms Marvel couldn't help but feel grateful for Gwen's help. She knew she wouldn't have been able to defeat Hysteria on her own. And now that she had experienced the full force of Hysteria's tickling, she knew she had to be ready for whatever was coming next.
To Be Continued…
(Originally published July, 20th, 2023)
Hundreds of tickling artworks and stories on my deviantart, where this story was originally published: https://www.deviantart.com/paranormalnerdom
All characters are above the age of 18.
The cover image is a direct tribute to Ms Marvel (1977) #7.
In a Jersey City warehouse Ms Marvel, Kamala Khan struggled to her feet, barely holding on after taking one too many hits from a new villain calling herself Hysteria. A tall, slim woman with fiery red hair and a pink/black spandex bathing suit style costume with fishnet legs and exposed arms, midriff, and legs. Hysteria also wore black gloves with a feathery pink mane on each one, Not unlike those on BlackCat’s gloves. Hysteria also wore a pointed black domino mask whose tips rose above her head. In her hands, Hysteria carried glowing pink whips whose power to ensnare and tickle its victims was beyond anything Ms Marvel had ever dared dream.
“I thought you tickled people, not beat them to a pulp.” Said Ms Marvel taking a fighting stance.
“Just softening you up. All the better to tickle you when you can’t fight back.” Replied Hysteria.
Ms Marvel’s ticklishness was legendary in the teen superhero community and she was not in the mood to go though any tickling today. Unfortunately for her, that’s exactly what she was going to happen. Not only was Hysteria a master combatant, but also a genius-level engineer capable of creating devices that could render even the mightiest women sobbing messes of ticklish nerves.
Ms Marvel grew her hands into giant hammer-like firsts and attempted to K.O. Hysteria but without luck, as Hysteria side-stepped and tripped Ms Marvel before cracking her whips and binding Kamala within their ticklish grasp. Burning her costume away in key areas such as her belly and thighs.
Ms Marvel writhed in ticklish agony as the pink whips wrapped around her body, their electro feathered tips finding every inch of sensitive skin. Hysteria walked around her, grinning wickedly as she admired her handiwork. Kamala struggled against the restraints, but it was no use. The ticklish sensations were too intense, too overwhelming. Dear god, what was Hysteria doing to her?
Hysteria leaned in close to Ms Marvel's ear, her breath hot and seductive. "You're even more ticklish than I imagined," she whispered, running a gloved hand over Kamala's exposed midriff. "I could play with you all day."
Ms Marvel's body convulsed with laughter as Hysteria began to trail her fingers over Kamala's firm sides. Her laughter grew louder and more desperate as Hysteria moved lower, tickling her thighs and calves.
Hysteria tickled Kamala viciously and upped the power going to her tickle-whips . Ms Marvel was starting to draw short on breath and soon passed out. When she awake, she was in her heavily damaged costume and strapped to a padded metal table in what appeared to be an extremely advanced hideout constructed by Hysteria in yet another warehouse.
Kamala groaned and tried to move, but the restraints held her firmly in place. She looked around, taking in her surroundings. The room was dark and ominous, with neon pink lights casting an eerie glow over everything. There were strange machines and gadgets scattered throughout the room, and Kamala realized with a growing sense of dread that they were all designed to enhance her ticklishness.
Hysteria emerged from the shadows, a wicked grin on her face. "Welcome to my lair, Ms Marvel," she said, running a finger over Kamala's exposed belly. "I hope you're ready for a truly horrid experience."
Kamala struggled against the restraints, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she was in serious trouble. Hysteria was a villain like no other, and Kamala didn't know if she had what it took to resist her ticklish torture.
Hysteria began to tickle Kamala mercilessly, using all manner of
tools and devices to amplify the ticklish sensations. Kamala's body convulsed with laughter as Hysteria expertly tickled her most sensitive spots, her fingers dancing over Kamala's stomach, ribs, and hips, her strange implements tormenting Kamala’s vulnerable feet, grabbing and manipulating them, such that the many spider-like probes stationed at the base of the table could poke, scratch and prod, Ms Marvel’s now sweaty soles, the perspiration only further lubricating the surface and providing a frictionless surface for Hysteria’s probes to glide over and punish.
Kamala tried to hold on, tried to resist the intense ticklish sensations, but it was no use. Hysteria was too skilled, too powerful. Kamala's laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls and mingling with Hysteria's wicked cackles.
As the tickling continued, Kamala began to feel a strange sensation building inside her. It was a mix of pleasure and pain, a feeling she had never experienced before. She didn't know what to make of it, but she knew it was driving her wild.
Hysteria noticed the change in Kamala's reactions and smiled even wider. "That's it, my dear. Let yourself go. Embrace the pleasure of the tickle."
“N-no! Stop it now, you sick freak!”
Hysteria smirked. “Pretend all you like but I can sense your conflict. Part of you likes this. Part of you never wants me to stop. Then again, there is the other part, and that’s fun to.”
Hysteria blows a raspberry directly on Ms Marvels Navel causing her to scream and convulse.
Kamala couldn't believe what she was feeling. She didn't want to admit it, but Hysteria was right. There was a part of her that was enjoying the tickling. She couldn't deny the pleasure that was coursing through her body, even as she squirmed and begged for Hysteria to stop.
Hysteria took advantage of Kamala's conflicted state, intensifying the tickling until Kamala was thrashing around on the table, tears streaming down her face as she laughed uncontrollably.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash from outside the lair, followed by the sound of footsteps running through the warehouse. Hysteria looked up in surprise, momentarily distracted from her tickling.
Kamala saw her chance and used all her strength to break free from the restraints. She leapt off the table and charged at Hysteria, catching the villain off guard and knocking her to the ground.
The two women began to fight. Kamala, being exhausted from her ticklish ordeal, was losing yet again despite her second wind. Thankfully that’s when the source of the footsteps made itself known. Or rather, herself.
Hysteria was straddling Kamala wildly tickling her armpits with her long nails. However, Hysteria’s hands were no longer able to move. This realization was accompanied by the trade mark ‘thwipp’ sound as Spider-Woman AKA Gwen Stacy yanked on the web lines, sending Hysteria flying back onto the floor.
Gwen quickly webbed the villainess to the ground before helping Ms Marvel to her feet.
“Rough day?“ Said Gwen.
Ms Marvel nodded, still catching her breath. "You have no idea."
Gwen gave her a sympathetic look before turning to Hysteria. "What's your game, Hysteria? Why the tickle torture?"
Hysteria sneered, but said nothing.
Gwen rolled her eyes. "Fine, be that way." She turned to Ms Marvel. "Let's get you out of here. I have a feeling we'll be seeing Hysteria again soon."
As they left the lair, Ms Marvel couldn't help but feel grateful for Gwen's help. She knew she wouldn't have been able to defeat Hysteria on her own. And now that she had experienced the full force of Hysteria's tickling, she knew she had to be ready for whatever was coming next.
To Be Continued…
