TICKLELOVERS
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She awoke to the sound of music. She attempted to rise but found herself unable to move. A cool breeze ran around her. She knew she was nude. She had been in this situation many times. A Titan too boot. She had been involved with Titans like Prysm, Onyx, Raven and Terra. She had felt the touch of Jinx, Argent and Kole. She had been involved with Leaguers like Wonder Woman, Hawkgirl, Black Canary, Ice and Maya. She had had the flesh of women and was currently dating a man. But never in all her 18 years had she been nude.
She heard a voice call her name muffled and indistinguishable. She called out. Call for her boyfriend, her friends, anyone who could help. But there was nothing. She tried to break free, reach for something, anything that could help her but there was nothing. Her red hair flew in the air as the wind lashed out at her. And the music, horrible music. Like drums. She heard noises as if something but approaching. She demanded release, she asked for it, and to her horror pleaded for it. But the noise still came towards her. She felt fear and despair. So many enemies and she was so alone.
She felt her tormentor's breath near her neck. The person must be crouching down she thought. She spoke firmly about release but hear nothing. Then she felt it. Fingers with long nails gently running down her armpits. She buckled, she shook, she cried out and then she howled. Tickling. Her greatest weakness. So unexpected, so powerful and she so shamelessly submitted to it. How ashamed her loved ones would be, to see her breaking so quickly. But her laughter poured out like a proverbial flood as the cruel fingers ran across her pits.
Swish, swish. The light sound of feathers still perceptible amongst the drums. She laughed and tried to crunch up her toes. However her toes were bound apart as the feathers stroked her arches. Never in her wildness nightmares had she expected such cruel treatment. This treatment felt as alien as she felt at this point, the torment of her predicament. She felt another swish this time around her ribcage. Tears ran down her face. Featherdusters it seemed. Her suffering would push past all her endurance.
Sorry to do this, but we are only doing this as a test for a larger story. Thank you
Love,
Heather and Anna
She heard a voice call her name muffled and indistinguishable. She called out. Call for her boyfriend, her friends, anyone who could help. But there was nothing. She tried to break free, reach for something, anything that could help her but there was nothing. Her red hair flew in the air as the wind lashed out at her. And the music, horrible music. Like drums. She heard noises as if something but approaching. She demanded release, she asked for it, and to her horror pleaded for it. But the noise still came towards her. She felt fear and despair. So many enemies and she was so alone.
She felt her tormentor's breath near her neck. The person must be crouching down she thought. She spoke firmly about release but hear nothing. Then she felt it. Fingers with long nails gently running down her armpits. She buckled, she shook, she cried out and then she howled. Tickling. Her greatest weakness. So unexpected, so powerful and she so shamelessly submitted to it. How ashamed her loved ones would be, to see her breaking so quickly. But her laughter poured out like a proverbial flood as the cruel fingers ran across her pits.
Swish, swish. The light sound of feathers still perceptible amongst the drums. She laughed and tried to crunch up her toes. However her toes were bound apart as the feathers stroked her arches. Never in her wildness nightmares had she expected such cruel treatment. This treatment felt as alien as she felt at this point, the torment of her predicament. She felt another swish this time around her ribcage. Tears ran down her face. Featherdusters it seemed. Her suffering would push past all her endurance.
Sorry to do this, but we are only doing this as a test for a larger story. Thank you
Love,
Heather and Anna
