Hey everyone! This is my first official story, and it’s meant to be a long and detailed narrative, but I promise it's worth the read—so bear with me! This is just Part 1, and there's plenty more to come.
DISCLAIMER: This story is pure fantasy and meant for entertainment purposes only. Some parts might get a bit dark, and I want to be clear—I do NOT support or endorse non-consensual tickling, kidnapping, or any kind of real-life harm. It's all fictional, so please take it as such. Don't feel bad reading, it's all just made up!
Hope you enjoy, and if there’s one thing I ask, please share your thoughts on the story!
The Southern Mermaid
Karina’s eyes scanned the horizon, the endless blue stretching out in every direction. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the calm waters of the Gulf. It was beautiful, no doubt, but Karina couldn’t shake the lingering sense of unease that came with being so far from land.
It wasn’t like her to travel by sea—not at all, in fact—but the research project she was overseeing required her to check in on a coastal development plan on behalf of her Seattle-based environmental firm. A hands-on visit was necessary to assess the environmental impact of a new luxury resort being built along the Florida panhandle. Her client insisted that arriving by boat would give her a more authentic perspective of the coastline, its fragile ecosystems, and the waterways that fed into it.
She was usually more comfortable with spreadsheets and conference calls, but this time, she decided to take the plunge—literally. How hard could a sailing trip be?
She wasn’t alone—she was aboard a ship full of corporate types, all stiff and unremarkable. But Karina was different. She stood out like a diamond among dull stones. At 31, she was the epitome of a sexy bombshell wrapped in professionalism. Her colleagues admired her, not just for her sharp mind and leadership, but because she was utterly captivating—her presence commanding attention wherever she went.
Karina was beautiful in a natural, understated way. She didn’t need to flaunt it—her elegance spoke for itself. She kept her hair neat and perfectly styled, her nails always done, and her skin radiant. She hit the gym regularly, maintaining a toned but soft figure, all while balancing the demands of a busy professional life. Her beauty wasn’t just about appearances; it was part of the care she took in everything she did. Her clothing was stylish yet professional, showing a confidence in her femininity without overdoing it. Even on this work trip, out in the Gulf, she was effortlessly polished.
As the ship sailed farther from the coast, the peaceful rhythm of the waves began to shift. The sky, once a soft blue, now held a faint haze on the horizon. The crew had mentioned a storm earlier, but no one seemed too concerned. They were confident they could outrun it, stay ahead of whatever was brewing.
Still, something about the air felt different. The wind had picked up slightly, and Karina noticed the subtle change in the crew’s tone as they exchanged glances. It wasn’t enough to raise alarms, but it was there—an undercurrent of caution. Karina found herself watching the horizon, sensing that nature’s calm exterior was hiding something deeper.
Her colleagues, absorbed in their tasks, hadn’t slowed down. But Karina, ever observant, couldn’t shake the feeling that the situation was about to change.
That night, as the ship rocked gently, Karina slipped into a restless sleep. But just hours later, she was jolted awake by a violent lurch, the thunder roaring outside. Dazed, she sat up, heart pounding, when a loud knock came at her door.
"Karina! We need to evacuate—now!" one of the crew shouted.
Panicked, Karina scrambled out of bed, realizing she was only in her underwear. She quickly grabbed her bra, fumbling to put it on, not wanting to run out in front of the crew exposed. In the rush, she barely had time to throw on a tank top and some shorts before stumbling out into the chaos.
The ship groaned under the storm’s force as she made her way to the deck, rain whipping against her skin. Wind howled, waves pounded the ship, and the scene was pure panic. Crew members shouted over the storm, struggling to keep their balance as the ship tilted violently.
Karina was rushed toward the escape boats. The waves were relentless, slamming into the ship and rocking it dangerously. She barely had time to process the chaos before she was pushed into a lifeboat, her heart pounding.
Just as she thought they might have a chance, a massive wave crashed against the side of the ship. The ropes securing her boat snapped, and Karina felt the jolt as it broke free.
“Wait!” she screamed, but it was too late. The lifeboat was wrenched away by the surging waves, the ship disappearing into the storm as she was carried out into the open sea—completely alone.
The lifeboat bucked wildly in the storm, Karina clinging to the edges as the wind howled and cold rain stung her skin like needles. Waves crashed over her, drenching her completely. She tried to hold on, but a massive wave suddenly slammed into the boat with terrifying force.
Before she could react, the wave lifted the lifeboat, and she was thrown off, tumbling into the cold, churning sea. Disoriented, Karina gasped for breath, her body numb from the cold water.
Through the chaos, she spotted a piece of floating debris—a wooden raft. She struggled toward it, exhaustion taking over as she grabbed onto it and pulled herself halfway up. The storm still raged, but lying on the raft, her body trembling from the cold, Karina felt herself slipping away.
Before she could hold on any longer, everything faded to black.
Hours later, the office woman’s unconscious body floated silently on the makeshift raft, carried by the slow-moving currents through the night. The storm had tossed her far from the wreck, and as the sun began to rise, the raft drifted into a desolate, swampy place. The place was thick with humidity, the air sticky and foul, and the water below was murky, the kind you didn’t want to fall into. It was the kind of Southern swamp where everything felt damp, the trees hanging low and covered in grime.
Her storm-soaked clothes clung to her curves, inviting the kind of gaze for some less than welcoming southern hospitality. Tangled ropes from the wreck still wrapped around her body, a reminder of the chaos she had barely survived. Her tank top had ridden up during the storm, exposing her smooth, toned tummy—a rare sight, seldom seen in these parts. Karina, who never wore outfits that explicitly revealed her stomach, would have been mortified to know she was presenting such an unexpected temptation in a place where such boldness was rarely welcomed.
Although unconscious, she looked like a beautiful oasis in a murky, forgotten land—a striking contrast to the rugged, untamed wilderness around her. Her tummy and soft skin were almost like a perfect creation in nature, flawless and untouched, accentuated by the tangled ropes from the wreck. The sight of her, with her smooth, toned body, seemed almost surreal here, as if she were a rare jewel stranded in the middle of nowhere.
The sound of an engine buzzed through the stillness, growing, approaching near. A small, beat-up boat crept toward her, piloted by a man who looked as rough as the land around him—grimy clothes, unshaven face, eyes sharp and calculating. He spotted her immediately, lying half-draped over the raft, unconscious.
With a grunt, he guided his boat alongside her. Without hesitation, he reached down and grabbed her, pulling her limp body into his boat. Karina barely stirred, her exhaustion from the storm keeping her in a daze. Her eyes fluttered open just enough to catch a blurry glimpse of him.
In her foggy state, she was certain he was a rescuer. Relief swept over her as a single thought crossed her mind—I’ve been found. Her exhausted brain clung to that belief, too weary to question anything further. She felt herself being lifted into the boat, his hands rough but seeming to be steady and purposeful, reinforcing her fleeting sense of safety.
As she slipped back into unconsciousness, a slow, unsettling smile crept onto his face as he took in her form—an unexpected prize, lying defenseless before him. He couldn’t resist pausing to marvel at her beauty; she was breathtaking, with perfect curves and a toned, flawless stomach that rose and fell softly with each breath. His rough, calloused hands eagerly found their way to her exposed skin, tracing lightly over her with a sense of possessive delight. This was, without question, the best day of his life, as he reveled in the thought of her as his, fate delivering her to him in this remote, forgotten place.
The boat’s engine roared to life again as he turned it around, heading deeper into the swamp, away from any sign of help. Karina’s eyes fluttered closed once more as her body succumbed to the overwhelming fatigue, unaware of what was truly happening.
Hours later, Karina’s eyes fluttered open, her vision blurry and her head pounding. The last thing she remembered was fighting against the storm, waves crashing over her boat, and the deafening roar of thunder. Then, there was a man—someone pulling her from the water. She had felt relief in that moment, thinking she was being rescued. But now, she was lying on something hard, her wrists aching—restrained.
She blinked, trying to clear her vision. The room was dimly lit, with the smell of damp wood and saltwater filling her senses. Panic set in as she realized she wasn’t on her raft anymore.
Before she could fully comprehend her surroundings, she heard the creak of a door, followed by a voice—excited, almost too excited.
“Well, look who’s finally wakin’ up! Thought ya might sleep through all the fun.”
Karina’s heart raced as she turned her head toward the voice. The man’s thick Southern accent sent a chill down her spine, each word dripping with an unnerving sense of excitement that made her skin crawl. Standing in the doorway was a scruffy, sunburnt man, grinning ear to ear. He looked like he hadn’t seen civilization in years, with wild eyes that seemed to drink her in with an unsettling intensity.
“W-Where am I?” Karina croaked, her throat dry and her voice weak.
“Oh, you’re in my world now, darlin’. I’m Bo. Out here, ain’t nobody but you and me,” the man said, stepping closer, his boots clunking loudly on the wooden floor. “Storm gotcha real good, didn’t it? But don’t worry, I picked ya up just in time. Found ya all tangled up, lookin’ like a lost little fishy. Or maybe a mermaid. Yeah, that’s what you are. My little mermaid.”
Karina’s stomach turned at the way he said it, his grin widening as he crouched down beside her. She instinctively tried to pull away, but the restraints on her wrists held tight.
“L-Let me go,” she demanded, her voice shaky but defiant.
“Aw, now don’t be like that,” he cooed, leaning in uncomfortably close, his breath hot and humid on her face. “I done saved your life, didn’t I? You oughta be thankin’ me, not talkin’ about leavin’. Besides, where you gonna go, huh? Ain’t nothin’ but swamp and sea for miles.”
Karina’s pulse pounded in her ears as he circled her, inspecting her like she was some kind of prize he’d won.
“Ya know, it’s just been me out here all this time, me and the gators,” he said, his voice low and almost playful, like he was sharing a twisted secret. “Ain’t nothin’ to do around here... Then, outta nowhere, the sea goes and brings me you. You’re a real gift, ain’t ya? So pretty, all soft and smooth.” His grin stretched wider, eyes gleaming with dark intent as he leaned closer. “I got plans for you, sweetheart. Oh yeah, I do.”
Karina’s heart raced as his words sunk in. Her head was still throbbing, but her instincts kicked in, and she forced herself to stay calm, despite the rising panic. She looked at him, trying to make sense of the situation, her voice shaky but firm.
“W-what are you talking about?” she stammered, her mind struggling to grasp what was happening. “Look, I don’t know who you are, but I think there’s been a mistake. If you just take me somewhere—back to the coast, I can—”
Her words faltered as his grin widened, the unsettling excitement in his eyes making her blood run cold.
“Mistake?” he drawled, chuckling softly. “Oh no, darlin’, there ain’t no mistake here. I just caught myself my own little mermaid, fair and square, and I sure as hell ain’t lettin’ her go. I’m gonna show ya some real Southern hospitality, darlin’.”
He chuckled, his voice lowering, almost conspiratorial. “You think the coast is gonna save ya? It’s crawlin’ with police boats by now—news already said there ain’t no survivors from that wreck. Far as they’re concerned, you’re long gone.”
Karina’s pulse raced, but anger quickly replaced her fear as his words sank in. She straightened up as much as she could, her voice cold and steady despite the growing dread.
“You call this hospitality?” she snapped, her tone dripping with disdain. “This isn’t the South, this is some redneck nightmare! Take me back to the coast, they need to find me!” she snapped, her eyes blazing with defiance.
He chuckled darkly, the insult only fueling his twisted amusement. “Redneck, huh? Well now, that’s cute.” His grin twisted into something darker, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling amusement. He leaned in closer, his voice dripping with a sinister drawl.
“City folk like you... always think you’re better. But you’ll see, darlin’,” he murmured, his tone soft but full of menace. “Out here, we like to educate those who think they’re too good for our ways. By the time I’m done with ya, you’ll be my sweet little Southern mermaid, beggin’ for more of that Southern charm.”
He chuckled lowly, watching her with dark satisfaction, his eyes drinking in her fear.
Karina’s defiance began to waver as his words sank in, her energy draining under the weight of the situation. She let out a shaky breath, her voice softer now, almost resigned.
“What do you even want from me?” she asked, her tone no longer sharp but weary. Her eyes searched his face, trying to make sense of it all. “Why are you doing all this?"
Bo chuckled, leaning in again, this time letting his hand drift toward her midriff. Without warning, he lifted her tank top higher, exposing more of her smooth, feminine tummy, planting his dirty fingers all over her soft skin.
Karina flinched at the touch of his fingers on her bare skin, her body tensing in both shock and fear. Her breath caught in her throat, and she instinctively tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to escape.
“What do I want? Well now, I reckon you’ll figure that out soon enough. For now, I just wanna have some fun with my little mermaid. You ever been tickled till you can’t breathe, darlin’?”
His voice was low and teasing, but his eyes were locked on her freshly exposed stomach, dark and hungry, like it was going to be his next meal.
“Tickled?” she stammered, her voice a mix of disbelief and rising anxiety. “Why on earth would you even bring that up?” She shook her head, bewildered. “I’m not some little kid! This isn’t funny!”
Her heart raced as she searched his face for any sign of humor, but all she found was that unsettling grin. She felt a wave of vulnerability wash over her, the reality of her situation settling in like a weight on her chest.
His grin widened at her reaction, eyes glinting with dark amusement. “You’re so tense and serious, darlin’,” he said, his voice laced with malevolence. “I reckon you need a good ticklin’. After all, ticklin’ ain’t just for kids—it’s how I’m gon' get my entertainment outta you!” With that, he quickly straddled her, climbing atop her hips and pressing down with all his weight, pinning her firmly against the table.
Before she could process his words, he lunged forward, fingers dancing toward her exposed tummy area, something he’d been eyeing for so oong while she slept. The suddenness of his movement caught her off guard, and she gasped, instinctively trying to twist away.
Immediately, laughter burst from her as she squirmed under his relentless touch, a reflexive response that she couldn't control despite the panic rising within her. “Ahahaha-Stop! What are you doing?! Hahaha Get off of me!” she cried, struggling against his grip. Within moments, his fingers were sprawling all over her tummy, tickling her without a hint of concern for her feelings.His fingers moved relentlessly over her soft skin, exploring every ticklish spot with an almost methodical precision. He danced his fingers along her sides, squeezing and pinching just enough to send her into fresh bursts of laughter, never giving her a moment’s rest. His hands tormented over her entire midriff area and his fingers then began to dig into the her sensitive ribs, playing on them like a piano, each touch driving her further into helpless, uncontrollable laughter. The tickling was unbearable on its own, but his weight pressing down on her made it so much worse, pinning her in place and leaving her completely at his mercy as she squirmed helplessly beneath him.
“HEY! I said stop! Please! STA-HA-HOP!!” she shrieked, her voice breaking between fits of laughter. “I hate being tickled!! I CA-HA-HAN’T TAKE IT! I’M TICKLISH OKAY, stop! JUST STOP!!” Her words came out in frantic, gasping bursts, each syllable laced with desperation.
She laughed out of pure agony from the relentless tickling, all the while feeling that it was ridiculous for this man to be straddling her and tormenting her in such a strange way, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.His touch was merciless, skimming her belly, her sides, anywhere he could reach, as if he was savoring every reaction he drew from her.
"Wh-why are you doing this?!” She twisted and squirmed, her laughter turning into breathless pleas. “You’re CRAZY! I CA-HA-HAN’T—NO MORE! GET OFF OF ME!”
He chuckled, leaning in closer as his fingers kept up their relentless assault. "Aw, you’re such a baby!” he teased with a sly grin. “Kitchy koo, darlin’! Can’t handle a little ticklin’, huh?” His voice was dripping with mock sympathy, clearly enjoying every second of her helpless squirming. “Thought you’d be tougher than this!”
His fingers then skittered over her tummy, tracing agonizingly slow circles around her belly button, each round igniting jolts of laughter as she struggled beneath him. Then quickly he dug his fingertips into the delicate grooves of her torso, pinching and prodding with just enough pressure to keep her thrashing helplessly. He continued to try out his different methods, deciding to claw at her soft lower belly, his fingers sinking into the sensitive flesh as her tummy muscles convulsed under his merciless, unyielding assault.
Quickly, she realized this tickling was not normal. It wasn’t playful or fun; it was mean and disturbing. The way he roughly squeezed her sides drove her crazy, his fingers digging in expertly to elicit squeals of surprise. Each squeeze felt calculated, designed to wear her down, leaving her gasping for air and reeling in shock as the relentless tickling continued. The laughter that erupted from her was tinged with panic, a visceral reaction to the onslaught that felt more like torment than amusement.“PLEHEHEASE!!” she gasped, her voice hitching between ragged breaths and laughter. “This is ridiculous, GET OFF OF ME!” Tears spilled down her cheeks as she twisted helplessly beneath him. “I ca—haha—I can’t take it! That’s ENOUGH already!” she scolded, her words broken by uncontrollable giggles. “You’re CRAZY! I ca-ha-han’t BREATHE!” Her desperation grew with every second, her body writhing as his fingers showed no mercy.
His grin widened further, eyes sparkling with a twisted delight as he listened to her desperate cries. "You know, darlin’, I’ve got a real messed up obsession with ticklin’. And now that I’ve got ya here, I finally got myself a plaything. Hell, I might even make ya pretend you’re a mermaid while I go to town on ya. Wouldn’t that be a hoot?”
With that, he went right back to tickling her tummy, his fingers dancing across her skin like a spider searching for prey. He crawled his fingers around her sides, seeking out all her sensitive spots, each touch designed to elicit screams and laughter.
“NOOO!! Stop ti-tickling!! STAHAHAHAHAP!!” she screamed violently in protest, the word bursting from her lips as her body instinctively jerked away from his relentless assault. But he was faster, his fingers finding every ticklish area with grotesque glee.
He was relentless, switching up his approach with an unsettling enthusiasm as he tickled her belly. One moment, his fingers would dance lightly across her skin, barely grazing her, making her squirm and squeal with surprise. The next, he would dig in with purposeful pressure, each squeeze sending jolts of laughter cascading from her lips. Karina found herself screaming, “This is wrong!” she blurted out between gasps of laughter. “You can’t—HAHA—keep doing this!” Her voice cracked with a mix of fury and helplessness, but her protests only came out as more desperate giggles. “GET OFF! I—CAN’T—TAKE IT!”
There was no moment of comfort; every time she thought she might catch her breath, he would switch tactics again, crawling his fingers around her sides and exploiting every sensitive spot he could find.
"Well, hot damn!” he drawled, his grin widening as he watched her squirm. “I got real lucky with you, darlin'! Ain’t hardly gotta do a thing, and you’re already squirmin’ and laughin’ like crazy!” He chuckled, his voice thick with satisfaction.
“You cant even go a few seconds without turnin’ into putty.” He leaned in closer, his fingers still tormenting her belly. “Looks like I got me a real ticklish woman to have some fun with!”
"You're out of your mind!" she shouted, her voice shaky with a mix of laughter and anger. "Please, just stop with the tickling! I can’t stand being tickled!” But his tickling didn’t waiver, he was practically crawling his fingers around her soft tummy, jittering around endlessly. “HAHA STOP! I MEAN IT!" Her body jerked as she squirmed beneath him, trying to escape his relentless touch and unable to get her words across. “This is going too far! LET ME GO!
He ignored her, leaning back, his eyes gleaming with a wicked satisfaction as he watched her chest heave, desperate for air. “Now, darlin’,” he drawled, dragging his rough fingers lightly over the smooth surface of her trembling belly, “I think it’s ‘bout time ya tell me yer name.”
Karina clamped her mouth shut, her jaw tight with defiance. She wasn’t about to give in so easily.
“Oh, we got a feisty one!” he taunted, a sinister chuckle escaping his lips. Without warning, his fingers dug deep again into her sides, wiggling and squeezing without mercy. Karina’s body jerked violently, and laughter erupted from her against her will. “That’s fine, darlin’. I’ll just keep ticklin’ ya ‘til you tell me yer’ name!” His fingers danced along her ribs, taunting her.
She twisted and bucked, desperate to break free from the unrelenting tickling. His fingers teased the soft, sensitive spots just below her ribs, and her laughter grew frantic, her body betraying her every effort to resist.
She tried to fight off his tickling, ignoring his taunts and squirming harder to cope with the overstimulating sensations. But it was no use, she began to think how he had sworn to keep tickling her until she said it.
“ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT!” she shrieked, her voice breaking under the pressure. “It’s Karina! My name’s Karina! Please, just stop!” As soon as the name left her lips, a slow, twisted smile spread across his face. He savored the sound of it, rolling it around in his mind like a sweet secret he’d finally pried from her.
"Karina... What a sexy name. That’s a name for a lady, ain’t it?" He chuckled darkly, eyes glinting with amusement. "Perfect name for a TICKLISH LITTLE MERMAID!” he said, but his fingers never left her sides.
Instead, he dug them in harder, wiggling them mercilessly against her tender skin. Karina’s eyes widened with panic. “You—YOU said—hey-w-wait! You said you’d st-stahahahap!” she shrieked, her words melting into helpless laughter.
He grinned wickedly, his voice dripping with malice. "I ain’t stoppin’ sweetie this here’s my belly now!" His fingers pressed into her sides again, digging in deep as her body jerked beneath the restraint. Without hesitation, he continued to claw and squeeze at her sides, his fingers burrowing into her most vulnerable spots. Karina’s body convulsed wildly, the laughter forced out of her like a flood. She couldn’t escape, couldn’t think—only react to the overwhelming, torturous sensations tearing through her.
But then, he turned his attention to something else entirely, his eyes fixated on her exposed armpits, a slow, intrigued grin spreading across his face. “Well, now... ain't that somethin'?” he drawled, his gaze lingering with curiosity. "You got the prettiest little armpits, girl! So smooth and fresh. My favorite spot, right here.” His voice dropped lower, his tone almost reverent. "I reckon they probably don’t even get stinky, do they?" He lingered on the thought, as if savoring the idea of them being as perfect as they appeared.
Her eyes flashed with disgust, her voice sharp. "What kind of question is that?" she snapped, recoiling. "No! Don’t even think about it!" As she twisted beneath him, a cold shiver ran down her spine. She realized, with a sinking feeling, that her armpits had always been an extremely sensitive spot—ticklish beyond belief. The thought of him discovering that made her stomach turn. If he found out, there’d be no stopping him, and she'd be reduced to nothing but a laughing mess, his new favorite target for endless teasing. She had to keep it hidden, or else he'd never let her hear the end of it.
With a sinister glint in his eye, he shifted his focus, fingers creeping toward her armpits. “Oh, now this is gonna be a real treat,” he said, his voice dripping with delight.
His fingers hovered over her exposed armpits, and she clenched her jaw, trying desperately to hold in her reaction. She knew what he was up to, but before she could even speak, his fingers darted right into her the hollows of her armpits, and the sudden sensation sent her into madness.
She really tried to hold it in, but it was impossible. As soon as his touch made contact, a burst of uncontrollable laughter escaped her lips.“No-NO! N—! Not there!” she screamed, her voice a mix of panic and desperation. “PLEASE, NOT MY ARMPITS!!”
He chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying her reaction. “What’s the matter? Can’t handle a little 'pit ticklin’? I thought you’s was a tough girl!” His fingers danced mercilessly, exploiting every inch of her vulnerability, each poke and prod sending her into uncontrollable fits of laughter as she writhed beneath him.
Karina’s body jolted at the new sensation, and she screamed in frustration, “NOOO! I HATE IT!! PLEA-HEASE STOP!” Her laughter was mixed with genuine panic, the tickling becoming unbearable as he focused on her most sensitive spots. She knew it was all over from here.
He leaned in closer, eyes sparkling with twisted joy. “Oh, listen to that! I think I’ve found a new weak spot!” he exclaimed, his voice dripping with delight. “These wee little armpits of yours are just perfect for ticklin’!" He continued to torment her, fingers dancing in her armpits as her pleas turned into frantic laughter, each moment feeling like a delicious victory for him. He began to experiment, employing his “spider fingers” from earlier, dancing them across her sensitive skin with a wicked grin, relishing every squeal and laugh that erupted from her.
Karina absolutely could not stand it. Every brush of his fingers against her armpits felt like an assault on her dignity, and she was acutely aware of how trivial this situation was compared to the world she came from. As a sophisticated woman, she had navigated high-stakes meetings and corporate negotiations, commanding respect in boardrooms where her intelligence and expertise were valued. Yet here she was, reduced to a helpless figure, squirming and laughing uncontrollably at something as juvenile as tickling. She could not stand his fingers crawling around her armpits, each deliberate movement sending shockwaves of laughter through her body as she squirmed, desperate to escape the ticklish torment.
No matter how much she protested, her words fell on deaf ears. Each desperate plea was met with more relentless tickling, as if he reveled in her discomfort. It didn’t matter how sophisticated she was or how trivial the situation felt; he was determined to break her down, ignoring every ounce of dignity she tried to cling to. She felt her resolve slipping away with every laugh, every gasp, caught in a cycle of helplessness that left her feeling utterly powerless.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly as the back-and-forth continued, with Karina’s desperate pleas mingling with the sound of her laughter. “Please! I CANT TAKE IT!! Don’t—NO!! PLEAE!” she begged, but he only responded with a gleeful chuckle. He relentlessly targeted her tummy in between armpit tickles, with his fingers digging in and swirling around her sides, each poke eliciting fits of frantic laughter. Just when her reactions began to die down, he would turn right back to her armpits, nestling his fingers into her sensitive skin, coaxing another wave of squeals from her. The afternoon sun she had seen shining when she first woke up had long since set, leaving the room enveloped in darkness, yet the tickling showed no signs of stopping. Karina couldn't shake the worry that he might never stop tickling her; his excitement seemed to amplify with each passing moment, and he had all the time in the world.
At one point, he scooted his position up, his lap straddling over her ribcage area to focus on her underarms. Then he just left his fingers picking around her armpits endlessly, just to see how much she could take. One minute passed, then two, then four, and she was hardly making it through, gasping for breath as he prodded at her most sensitive and private space. “GET OUT OF THERE ALREADY! PLEASE! NOT THERE, no more!! I CAN'T—AHAHA!” she would scream. She started bucking wildly, almost throwing him off in her desperate attempts to escape. But just when she thought she’d succeeded, all he had to do was scoot back down, grip her sides and squeeze again, sending her spiraling back into laughter. “Well, look at that buckin' bronco!” he teased, his Southern drawl dripping with amusement. “TICKLE TICKLE!”
The playful menace in his voice only heightened her helplessness. Over time, she grew weak, her body trembling not just from laughter but from fear of where he would strike next. Every slight movement made her flinch, anticipating the touch she knew would come. “HELP! PLEASE NOO! Someone—AHAHA! I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!” she screamed desperately, her words spilling out in frantic bursts of laughter as she writhed beneath him.
It went on like this, from long minutes to hours, with her screams and laughter blending into frantic pleas for him to stop only for him to respond with more enthusiasm. She couldn’t escape the restraints, each time she tried, he’d plant his fingers as deep as he could into her sensitive armpits, sending her into a frenzy of uncontrollable laughter. His hands moved between her belly, sides, and armpits, never giving her a moment of peace, each touch making her squirm helplessly beneath him.
Hours after the tickling ordeal had begun, he finally relented, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as he reveled in the chaos he had created. She lay there, drenched in sweat, her skin flushed a deep red from the relentless assault on her upper body, each area still tingling from the excruciating tickles. Karina gasped for air, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath, the laughter that had once erupted from her now replaced by exhausted sobs. After she caught her breath, she turned to him, he was still eyeing her up and down. “Wh-why wouldn’t you stop?” she cried, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and vulnerability. “I— I hate being tickled! That was the worst thing that’s ever happened to me!” She shook her head in disbelief, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and frustration, feeling utterly overwhelmed by the ordeal she had just endured.
He leaned back slightly, a twisted grin spreading across his face as he reveled in her distress. “Oh, sweet darlin’, you ain't gon' get me to stop. I think I’m just gonna have to keep ya,” he said, his voice low and filled with delight. “This is way too much fun to give up. Ticklin’ ya and teasin’ your tummy like today—this is just the beginning.” His eyes gleamed with a dark excitement as he took in her flustered state. “I just can’t get enough of that pretty little tummy of yours, all soft and exposed. And those wee little armpits? How’d ya get ‘em so soft? You must’ve shaved ‘em just for me! They're perfect for my ticklin’—just beggin’ for my fingers to dance all over ‘em."
Karina’s heart raced, panic surging through her as his words sank in. “NO! No! I- I don’t want that!! THIS ISN’t HAPPENING!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling with anxiety. “I’m not your pet! You are a sick, sick, deranged man! You’re a monster! Please, just LET ME GO!” The realization that she was now at his mercy sent waves of dread coursing through her. Her breaths quickened as she squirmed beneath him, her mind racing with thoughts of escape, but all she could focus on was the way he looked at her—like she was a toy for his amusement.
He leaned closer, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he soaked in her frantic energy. “Oh, sweet darlin’, you really think you can talk to me like that?” he said, his voice dripping with mockery.
With that, he lunged back into action, his fingers darting to her sides and poking relentlessly. The speed and intensity brought her right back to the brutal onslaught she had just endured, each poke sending jolts of laughter and panic through her body. As his fingers resumed their relentless assault on her sides, Karina’s body reacted instinctively, laughter bursting forth in desperate, explosive fits. “NONO NO!! Not again!! I HATE IT I HATE IT!!" She had had enough; she wasn't even laughing, just jolting around in primal response to his fingers. The thought of enduring another ruthless, drawn-out session of tickling was more than she could bear. "I'M DONE!! Stop it, I AM DONE!! I’m begging you!” She felt her resolve crumbling, her frantic pleas morphing into whimpers as the realization set in: she was utterly at his mercy. “I’ll do anything! Just please stop!” she gasped, the words spilling out in a rush, a mix of fear and submission washing over her.
With a final, triumphant chuckle, he relented, pulling his fingers away from her sides as Karina gasped for breath, her body still trembling from the onslaught. “Alright, alright, I think you’ve had enough for now,” he said, leaning back with a satisfied grin.
He leaned in closer, the glint in his eye turning a shade darker. “I’m gonna untie ya now, darlin’, but don’t get any funny ideas. You’re gonna sleep right here with me tonight.”
Karina’s heart raced as she processed his words, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger. “You can’t be serious! I’m not sleeping anywhere near you!”
His grin widened, unfazed by her defiance. “Oh, I think you will. Unless you want me to remind you how much fun I can have with those lovely armpits of yours.” He raised his eyebrows, the threat hanging heavy in the air. “A little more ticklin’ before bedtime might just change your mind, wouldn’t it?”
Karina felt a surge of defiance as she glared at him, her frustration boiling over. “I’m fed up with this! I-I don't want either of those options! I’m not sleeping with you, and I don't want to be tickled again!"
She struggled against her bindings, determination igniting her voice. “You can’t just keep me here against my will! This is wrong!”
He chuckled softly, trying to ease the tension in the air. “Now, now, little mermaid, you listen to me. I don’t want anything outta ya besides ticklin’. I ain’t gonna fuck ya or anything like that. I just want to cuddle up on ya to sleep. You can relax a bit; I’m not as bad as you think.”
Karina narrowed her eyes, her voice filled with disbelief. “You think I’m just going to trust you after everything you’ve done?" She shook her head, her tone firm despite the fear clawing at her. “I’m not some pet for you to cuddle with after torturing me for HOURS! Just because you say you won’t hurt me doesn’t mean I believe you!”
He leaned in closer, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he wiggled his fingers menacingly. “Oh, but you’re just too fun to resist. I think you want me to revisit those ribs of yours,” he said, his voice dripping with playful menace.
Karina’s heart raced as she instinctively flinched, her eyes widening in fury. “Please! I’m so tired of this! FINE! Just no more tickling!” she yelled, desperation lacing her words as she braced herself for whatever he might do next.
With that, he untied her, the ropes falling away to reveal her trembling limbs, and then led her toward his bedroom. As they entered, the stench hit her like a wall—an overpowering mix of dirty, sour body odor that made her near cringe. The room was dimly lit and cluttered, with remnants of a chaotic life scattered everywhere, but it was the smell that really disgusted her.
Karina’s face twisted in revulsion as she tried to suppress the urge to gag. “What is this place?” she asked, fighting the wave of disgust rising within her.
He leaned against the doorframe, a smug grin plastered across his face as he looked around his dimly lit bedroom. “Welcome to my little slice of paradise, darlin’,” he said, his voice dripping with mock charm. “This here’s a real remote part of Alabama, not even part of any jurisdiction. I own this land, been livin’ like a hermit out here for years.”
As he spoke, Karina couldn't help but notice the overpowering stench that surrounded him—the sour smell of his body odor mixed with the decay of his breath. She felt utterly disgusted being this close to him, a chilling realization creeping in that she was completely isolated, trapped in his filthy domain.
He began tying her arms back up to one of the rails of his bedframe, the rough rope biting into her skin as he secured her in place. “Can’t have you getting away now, can I?” he chuckled, his voice laced with amusement. “You might think about runnin’, but trust me, if you try, I’ll know.”
For a brief moment, Karina felt a flicker of freedom as she hadn’t been untied for hours, but just like that, he was tying her up again, securing her arms above her head in the most vulnerable position. The sensation of exposure washed over her, leaving her feeling completely bare and open to his gaze. A chilling air swept across her body, amplifying her vulnerability as she realized just how she was again truly defenseless against him. The grimy room felt even more suffocating now, and the smell of his body odor lingered in the air, a constant reminder of the threat he posed.
After he finished securing her to the bedframe, he leaned in closer, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Oh, and I have a rule for you here,” he said, his voice dripping with malice. “Yer belly always has to be fully exposed for me.”
Before she could react, he yanked her tank top off completely, leaving her vulnerable and exposed. Shocked and furious, Karina scolded him, her voice trembling with anger. “You can’t just do that! This is disgusting! You need to stop! I don’t want you ogling at my stomach whenever you want!
He leaned back slightly, his wicked grin growing wider as he soaked in her outrage. “Now listen here, darlin’, this here’s the law on my land! Pretty little mermaids like you have to keep their tummies out at all times,” he declared, his voice dripping with menace.
“I’m not your “little mermaid!” she shouted, her voice trembling with panic and indignation. “You can’t just tickle me and harass me like this! This is completely unacceptable!”
He chuckled, his grin widening as he watched her squirm. "Oh, I can do more than that, darlin'," he drawled, his voice low and almost teasing. “I’ve been wonderin’, girl,” he drawled, his voice thick and slow, almost oozing with an unsettling warmth. “Everything about you’s perfect. Hell, it’s like you were made for me. But there’s one thing I just gotta know…”
He paused, letting the tension hang in the air, a twisted smile creeping across his lips. “Do your armpits ever smell, darlin’? You know, like, after a long day... all that sweet sweat of yours mixin’ with your natural scent? I bet it’s somethin’ real special.”
Karina’s face twisted with a mix of shock and disgust, her pulse quickening as the weight of his question settled in. Her eyes flashed with anger, her body tense as she jerked against her restraints. “Do my armpits smell?!” she spat, her voice rising with outrage.
The audacity of his question left her momentarily speechless, but then her blood began to boil. “Why would you even want to know that? You’re just… sick!” Her chest heaved with each breath, her face flushed with a mix of anger and disbelief.
He chuckled darkly, the sound sending a chill through the air as he took another step closer. His eyes never left hers, a twisted smile curling at the corners of his lips. “Why I wanna know?” He leaned in just a little, his voice slow and deliberate. “Well, darlin', I’ve got you here all sweaty, all tied up. I can smell that sweet little body of yours, but I need to know what your pretty little armpits smell like.”
He leaned in closer, his eyes gleaming with curiosity, his tone turning almost... hungry. A devious grin spread across his face as a wicked idea crossed his mind. “I can’t think of anything sweeter to sniff right now than those lovely armpits of yours. I bet they still got that girly and feminine smell for me.”
“My… armpit?!” she exclaimed, her voice a mixture of disbelief and disgust. “I haven’t been clean all day! Wh-why would you want that —HEY!!!” she yelled, her voice rising in panic as he suddenly dived his face in, nestling his sweaty, sour face into her armpit, inhaling deeply like an animal. The shock of his invasion cut off her words, leaving her momentarily speechless as the reality of the situation hit her like a cold wave.
“Eeeeww! Get out of theree! You said we were just going to sleep! This is so creepy!” She yelled in pure disgust of what he was doing, squirming away as far as she can.
He pulled back slightly, a mocking grin spreading across his face as he reveled in her discomfort. “Oh, don’t be shy now, little mermaid!” He leaned in, his voice slow and amused. "Ain't no way I'm sleepin' 'til I get a good whiff of these soft little mermaid armpits o' yours," he said with a hungry grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, as he continued sniffing deeply in the woman’s underarm.
It was like nothing he could have ever imagined, and it was enough to make him shudder, the smell so intensely real, raw, and oddly intoxicating. The scent clung to him, lingering in the air between them, a stark contrast to her smooth skin. He breathed it in deeper, savoring the sensation of being so close, so immersed in this strange, forbidden moment.
“Woo wee, how do your armpits still smell so good after all that ticklin’? Mine reek!” With that, he shoved his sweaty, sour armpit right in her face, forcing her to take in the overwhelming odor.
Karina’s eyes widened in horror as the putrid scent assaulted her senses. “Oh my God, NO! That’s disgusting! Get it away from me!” she screamed, revolting from the foul smell that lingered in the air, her stomach churning as she fought to turn her head away from his repulsive gesture.
The smell hit her immediately—stale, musky, with a pungent sourness that made her stomach lurch. It wasn’t just sweat; it was the smell of something rank and raw, like he hadn’t washed in days. The thick, sour stench made her eyes water, and she struggled against the restraints, but there was no escaping it. “See? TOLD YA GIRL!!” he chuckled, clearly enjoying her discomfort as she gagged, her face turning away from his offensive scent.
He removed his underarm from her face before nestling his nose right back into her armpit, sniffing intrusively as if savoring every moment. “Mmm, now this is what I’m talkin’ about,” he said, his voice low and filled with delight. “You smell so sweet and girly, but there’s a little oniony tang in there too—must be from my fingers. Just perfect!”
Karina could not stand him invading her armpit, his presence overwhelming as he burrowed into her hollow. It was one thing to be bound and helpless; it was another to have him literally sniffing her armpits like some kind of fiend. This was a new level of perversion, she couldn’t tell if it was as bad as the tickling, but it was surely humiliating.
Karina had always been a germophobe, obsessively guarding her body from anything she deemed unclean. Sharing a straw, a sip, even a handshake felt like a breach of her pristine barrier. But this—this was beyond comprehension. His face was pressed firmly into her armpit, his hot, damp breath saturating her skin. The sensation was sickening, every exhale like a sticky film clinging to her. She could feel the faint scrape of stubble against the sensitive flesh, a grotesque reminder of how close he was.
He pulled back slightly, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “That’s enough sniffin, darlin’—time for a taste!” With that, he lunged in, his tongue laid out as flat as possible as he dragged it from the base of her hollow all the way up to the little dimple in the center of her armpit, soaking up all her sweat and replacing it with his dripping saliva.
Of all the things Karina was grossed out from, spit was the absolute worst. The mere thought of it made her stomach churn—cold, slimy, full of germs, and utterly revolting. She couldn’t even watch someone chew gum without feeling a pang of disgust, let alone this.
And now, his tongue was out, wagging like a dog's, dripping saliva as he pressed his it directly into her armpit. She felt the first wet drag across her armpit, cold and slimy, his slobber spreading over her skin like some vile liquid she couldn’t escape.
Her body seized in revulsion, her breath hitching as she processed the sheer filth of what was happening. Each stroke of his tongue left a streak of sticky coldness that clung to her, the sensation of his spit seeping into her skin sending shockwaves of nausea through her. She could hear the disgusting wet sounds—slurping, smacking—as his mouth worked against her, spreading his saliva without care or restraint. It was as if he delighted in the mess, each slobbery pass of his tongue making her feel more contaminated, more defiled.
“Stop! Oh my God, STOP!” she screamed, her voice breaking as panic and fury overtook her. “NOOO!! Ugh, eww!? STOOOOOP! What are you DOING?!” Her words came out in a frantic rush, trembling with rage and hysteria. She could practically feel the bacteria crawling over her skin, multiplying, invading her. “Your fucking spit is everywhere! It’s full of germs, bacteria—God knows what else!”
“I can’t stop, darlin’,” he drawled, his voice thick with a twisted kind of affection. “Girl, you got the prettiest lil’ armpits I ever did see! Hell, they’re downright irresistible.”
Then, as if to prove his point, he leaned in again, his tongue dragging slowly, deliberately, across her damp skin. “Mmm,” he murmured against her, the sound guttural and depraved. “Better than I ever imagined.”
Her voice grew louder, more desperate, as she twisted against her restraints, her body thrashing in an effort to get away. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU! You’re spreading it all over me!” she yelled, her breathing ragged and her stomach twisting violently. “It’s in my skin now—oh my God, it’s IN my skin! Get off me, you’re going to make me SICK!”
Her eyes burned with tears, her entire body trembling as she screamed, unable to block out the sensation of his wet, slobbering mouth defiling her most sensitive skin.
The continuous slimy waggle eventually became unbearable. As much as she wanted to stay still, to resist, the sensation was unbearable. It wasn’t just the wet, slobbering cold dragging across her skin; it was the maddening ticklishness that followed. Her body betrayed her, twitching and squirming as his tongue explored her armpit with a disgusting enthusiasm.
She thrashed in her restraints, bursting with laughter, her muscles straining as she twisted from side to side, trying desperately to escape the relentless, wet assault. The more she moved, the harder it became to suppress the involuntary spasms of her body reacting to the unwanted ticklishness. Her gasps turned to choked cries as she tried to pull her arm away, but there was no escaping his relentless tongue.
“Hahahaha Stop! Please stop!” she yelled, her voice high-pitched and frantic as her body jerked under his control. The tickling sensation made her feel helpless, humiliated, and above all, utterly revolted.It wasn’t just invasive—it was obscene. He was in a place no one should ever be, an off-limits zone she had always guarded with meticulous care. The thought of his spit mixing with her sweat, of germs spreading unchecked in one of the most personal and sensitive parts of her body, made her want to scream until her voice gave out.
She felt dirty, violated, and powerless to stop it. Each pass of his tongue seemed to strip away another layer of her dignity, leaving her trembling, disgusted, and more desperate than ever to escape. He even began to nibble on her delicate skin and plant rapid kisses, all just to have it tickle her even more.
This was it. In her life, Karina had always been a sophisticated, successful woman, commanding respect in boardrooms and navigating high-stakes negotiations with poise. But now, she found herself utterly lost—shipwrecked, tickled relentlessly throughout the day, and now being forced to sleep next to this Southern psychopath while he’s licking her armpits.
The absurdity of her situation weighed heavily on her; she felt as if she had been thrust into a nightmare that defied all logic. As she lay there, trapped beneath his weight and overwhelmed by the stench of his breath lingering in her armpits, Karina couldn’t shake the dread that coiled in her stomach. The events of the day had shattered her sense of control, leaving her feeling more like a prisoner than ever before.
No matter what she said, he just wouldn’t listen; it felt utterly hopeless. Eventually, he settled against her right armpit, his head resting there as he drifted off to sleep. The stench of his breath hung thick in the air, saturating both armpits and creating an intoxicating mix of both of their scents that made her skin crawl.
Throughout the night, Karina jolted awake a couple of times to the unsettling sensation of him kissing her stomach and even licking it, his actions oddly childlike in their innocence yet deeply disturbing. Each time she stirred, confusion and disgust washed over her; she had no idea why he found such pleasure in this bizarre behavior. The mix of vulnerability and humiliation made her skin crawl, but she was so utterly exhausted that she found herself drifting back into a fitful sleep, too worn down to fully process the reality of her situation or muster the strength to protest against his strange whims.
She closed her eyes, trying to block out the reality of her situation, but her mind raced with thoughts of what tomorrow might bring. Was he really going to spend another day tickling her all day? Would she find a way to escape this nightmare? As the uncertainty loomed over her like a dark cloud, all she could do was brace herself for whatever twisted game he had in store.
DISCLAIMER: This story is pure fantasy and meant for entertainment purposes only. Some parts might get a bit dark, and I want to be clear—I do NOT support or endorse non-consensual tickling, kidnapping, or any kind of real-life harm. It's all fictional, so please take it as such. Don't feel bad reading, it's all just made up!
Hope you enjoy, and if there’s one thing I ask, please share your thoughts on the story!
The Southern Mermaid
Karina’s eyes scanned the horizon, the endless blue stretching out in every direction. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the calm waters of the Gulf. It was beautiful, no doubt, but Karina couldn’t shake the lingering sense of unease that came with being so far from land.
It wasn’t like her to travel by sea—not at all, in fact—but the research project she was overseeing required her to check in on a coastal development plan on behalf of her Seattle-based environmental firm. A hands-on visit was necessary to assess the environmental impact of a new luxury resort being built along the Florida panhandle. Her client insisted that arriving by boat would give her a more authentic perspective of the coastline, its fragile ecosystems, and the waterways that fed into it.
She was usually more comfortable with spreadsheets and conference calls, but this time, she decided to take the plunge—literally. How hard could a sailing trip be?
She wasn’t alone—she was aboard a ship full of corporate types, all stiff and unremarkable. But Karina was different. She stood out like a diamond among dull stones. At 31, she was the epitome of a sexy bombshell wrapped in professionalism. Her colleagues admired her, not just for her sharp mind and leadership, but because she was utterly captivating—her presence commanding attention wherever she went.
Karina was beautiful in a natural, understated way. She didn’t need to flaunt it—her elegance spoke for itself. She kept her hair neat and perfectly styled, her nails always done, and her skin radiant. She hit the gym regularly, maintaining a toned but soft figure, all while balancing the demands of a busy professional life. Her beauty wasn’t just about appearances; it was part of the care she took in everything she did. Her clothing was stylish yet professional, showing a confidence in her femininity without overdoing it. Even on this work trip, out in the Gulf, she was effortlessly polished.
As the ship sailed farther from the coast, the peaceful rhythm of the waves began to shift. The sky, once a soft blue, now held a faint haze on the horizon. The crew had mentioned a storm earlier, but no one seemed too concerned. They were confident they could outrun it, stay ahead of whatever was brewing.
Still, something about the air felt different. The wind had picked up slightly, and Karina noticed the subtle change in the crew’s tone as they exchanged glances. It wasn’t enough to raise alarms, but it was there—an undercurrent of caution. Karina found herself watching the horizon, sensing that nature’s calm exterior was hiding something deeper.
Her colleagues, absorbed in their tasks, hadn’t slowed down. But Karina, ever observant, couldn’t shake the feeling that the situation was about to change.
That night, as the ship rocked gently, Karina slipped into a restless sleep. But just hours later, she was jolted awake by a violent lurch, the thunder roaring outside. Dazed, she sat up, heart pounding, when a loud knock came at her door.
"Karina! We need to evacuate—now!" one of the crew shouted.
Panicked, Karina scrambled out of bed, realizing she was only in her underwear. She quickly grabbed her bra, fumbling to put it on, not wanting to run out in front of the crew exposed. In the rush, she barely had time to throw on a tank top and some shorts before stumbling out into the chaos.
The ship groaned under the storm’s force as she made her way to the deck, rain whipping against her skin. Wind howled, waves pounded the ship, and the scene was pure panic. Crew members shouted over the storm, struggling to keep their balance as the ship tilted violently.
Karina was rushed toward the escape boats. The waves were relentless, slamming into the ship and rocking it dangerously. She barely had time to process the chaos before she was pushed into a lifeboat, her heart pounding.
Just as she thought they might have a chance, a massive wave crashed against the side of the ship. The ropes securing her boat snapped, and Karina felt the jolt as it broke free.
“Wait!” she screamed, but it was too late. The lifeboat was wrenched away by the surging waves, the ship disappearing into the storm as she was carried out into the open sea—completely alone.
The lifeboat bucked wildly in the storm, Karina clinging to the edges as the wind howled and cold rain stung her skin like needles. Waves crashed over her, drenching her completely. She tried to hold on, but a massive wave suddenly slammed into the boat with terrifying force.
Before she could react, the wave lifted the lifeboat, and she was thrown off, tumbling into the cold, churning sea. Disoriented, Karina gasped for breath, her body numb from the cold water.
Through the chaos, she spotted a piece of floating debris—a wooden raft. She struggled toward it, exhaustion taking over as she grabbed onto it and pulled herself halfway up. The storm still raged, but lying on the raft, her body trembling from the cold, Karina felt herself slipping away.
Before she could hold on any longer, everything faded to black.
Hours later, the office woman’s unconscious body floated silently on the makeshift raft, carried by the slow-moving currents through the night. The storm had tossed her far from the wreck, and as the sun began to rise, the raft drifted into a desolate, swampy place. The place was thick with humidity, the air sticky and foul, and the water below was murky, the kind you didn’t want to fall into. It was the kind of Southern swamp where everything felt damp, the trees hanging low and covered in grime.
Her storm-soaked clothes clung to her curves, inviting the kind of gaze for some less than welcoming southern hospitality. Tangled ropes from the wreck still wrapped around her body, a reminder of the chaos she had barely survived. Her tank top had ridden up during the storm, exposing her smooth, toned tummy—a rare sight, seldom seen in these parts. Karina, who never wore outfits that explicitly revealed her stomach, would have been mortified to know she was presenting such an unexpected temptation in a place where such boldness was rarely welcomed.
Although unconscious, she looked like a beautiful oasis in a murky, forgotten land—a striking contrast to the rugged, untamed wilderness around her. Her tummy and soft skin were almost like a perfect creation in nature, flawless and untouched, accentuated by the tangled ropes from the wreck. The sight of her, with her smooth, toned body, seemed almost surreal here, as if she were a rare jewel stranded in the middle of nowhere.
The sound of an engine buzzed through the stillness, growing, approaching near. A small, beat-up boat crept toward her, piloted by a man who looked as rough as the land around him—grimy clothes, unshaven face, eyes sharp and calculating. He spotted her immediately, lying half-draped over the raft, unconscious.
With a grunt, he guided his boat alongside her. Without hesitation, he reached down and grabbed her, pulling her limp body into his boat. Karina barely stirred, her exhaustion from the storm keeping her in a daze. Her eyes fluttered open just enough to catch a blurry glimpse of him.
In her foggy state, she was certain he was a rescuer. Relief swept over her as a single thought crossed her mind—I’ve been found. Her exhausted brain clung to that belief, too weary to question anything further. She felt herself being lifted into the boat, his hands rough but seeming to be steady and purposeful, reinforcing her fleeting sense of safety.
As she slipped back into unconsciousness, a slow, unsettling smile crept onto his face as he took in her form—an unexpected prize, lying defenseless before him. He couldn’t resist pausing to marvel at her beauty; she was breathtaking, with perfect curves and a toned, flawless stomach that rose and fell softly with each breath. His rough, calloused hands eagerly found their way to her exposed skin, tracing lightly over her with a sense of possessive delight. This was, without question, the best day of his life, as he reveled in the thought of her as his, fate delivering her to him in this remote, forgotten place.
The boat’s engine roared to life again as he turned it around, heading deeper into the swamp, away from any sign of help. Karina’s eyes fluttered closed once more as her body succumbed to the overwhelming fatigue, unaware of what was truly happening.
Hours later, Karina’s eyes fluttered open, her vision blurry and her head pounding. The last thing she remembered was fighting against the storm, waves crashing over her boat, and the deafening roar of thunder. Then, there was a man—someone pulling her from the water. She had felt relief in that moment, thinking she was being rescued. But now, she was lying on something hard, her wrists aching—restrained.
She blinked, trying to clear her vision. The room was dimly lit, with the smell of damp wood and saltwater filling her senses. Panic set in as she realized she wasn’t on her raft anymore.
Before she could fully comprehend her surroundings, she heard the creak of a door, followed by a voice—excited, almost too excited.
“Well, look who’s finally wakin’ up! Thought ya might sleep through all the fun.”
Karina’s heart raced as she turned her head toward the voice. The man’s thick Southern accent sent a chill down her spine, each word dripping with an unnerving sense of excitement that made her skin crawl. Standing in the doorway was a scruffy, sunburnt man, grinning ear to ear. He looked like he hadn’t seen civilization in years, with wild eyes that seemed to drink her in with an unsettling intensity.
“W-Where am I?” Karina croaked, her throat dry and her voice weak.
“Oh, you’re in my world now, darlin’. I’m Bo. Out here, ain’t nobody but you and me,” the man said, stepping closer, his boots clunking loudly on the wooden floor. “Storm gotcha real good, didn’t it? But don’t worry, I picked ya up just in time. Found ya all tangled up, lookin’ like a lost little fishy. Or maybe a mermaid. Yeah, that’s what you are. My little mermaid.”
Karina’s stomach turned at the way he said it, his grin widening as he crouched down beside her. She instinctively tried to pull away, but the restraints on her wrists held tight.
“L-Let me go,” she demanded, her voice shaky but defiant.
“Aw, now don’t be like that,” he cooed, leaning in uncomfortably close, his breath hot and humid on her face. “I done saved your life, didn’t I? You oughta be thankin’ me, not talkin’ about leavin’. Besides, where you gonna go, huh? Ain’t nothin’ but swamp and sea for miles.”
Karina’s pulse pounded in her ears as he circled her, inspecting her like she was some kind of prize he’d won.
“Ya know, it’s just been me out here all this time, me and the gators,” he said, his voice low and almost playful, like he was sharing a twisted secret. “Ain’t nothin’ to do around here... Then, outta nowhere, the sea goes and brings me you. You’re a real gift, ain’t ya? So pretty, all soft and smooth.” His grin stretched wider, eyes gleaming with dark intent as he leaned closer. “I got plans for you, sweetheart. Oh yeah, I do.”
Karina’s heart raced as his words sunk in. Her head was still throbbing, but her instincts kicked in, and she forced herself to stay calm, despite the rising panic. She looked at him, trying to make sense of the situation, her voice shaky but firm.
“W-what are you talking about?” she stammered, her mind struggling to grasp what was happening. “Look, I don’t know who you are, but I think there’s been a mistake. If you just take me somewhere—back to the coast, I can—”
Her words faltered as his grin widened, the unsettling excitement in his eyes making her blood run cold.
“Mistake?” he drawled, chuckling softly. “Oh no, darlin’, there ain’t no mistake here. I just caught myself my own little mermaid, fair and square, and I sure as hell ain’t lettin’ her go. I’m gonna show ya some real Southern hospitality, darlin’.”
He chuckled, his voice lowering, almost conspiratorial. “You think the coast is gonna save ya? It’s crawlin’ with police boats by now—news already said there ain’t no survivors from that wreck. Far as they’re concerned, you’re long gone.”
Karina’s pulse raced, but anger quickly replaced her fear as his words sank in. She straightened up as much as she could, her voice cold and steady despite the growing dread.
“You call this hospitality?” she snapped, her tone dripping with disdain. “This isn’t the South, this is some redneck nightmare! Take me back to the coast, they need to find me!” she snapped, her eyes blazing with defiance.
He chuckled darkly, the insult only fueling his twisted amusement. “Redneck, huh? Well now, that’s cute.” His grin twisted into something darker, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling amusement. He leaned in closer, his voice dripping with a sinister drawl.
“City folk like you... always think you’re better. But you’ll see, darlin’,” he murmured, his tone soft but full of menace. “Out here, we like to educate those who think they’re too good for our ways. By the time I’m done with ya, you’ll be my sweet little Southern mermaid, beggin’ for more of that Southern charm.”
He chuckled lowly, watching her with dark satisfaction, his eyes drinking in her fear.
Karina’s defiance began to waver as his words sank in, her energy draining under the weight of the situation. She let out a shaky breath, her voice softer now, almost resigned.
“What do you even want from me?” she asked, her tone no longer sharp but weary. Her eyes searched his face, trying to make sense of it all. “Why are you doing all this?"
Bo chuckled, leaning in again, this time letting his hand drift toward her midriff. Without warning, he lifted her tank top higher, exposing more of her smooth, feminine tummy, planting his dirty fingers all over her soft skin.
Karina flinched at the touch of his fingers on her bare skin, her body tensing in both shock and fear. Her breath caught in her throat, and she instinctively tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to escape.
“What do I want? Well now, I reckon you’ll figure that out soon enough. For now, I just wanna have some fun with my little mermaid. You ever been tickled till you can’t breathe, darlin’?”
His voice was low and teasing, but his eyes were locked on her freshly exposed stomach, dark and hungry, like it was going to be his next meal.
“Tickled?” she stammered, her voice a mix of disbelief and rising anxiety. “Why on earth would you even bring that up?” She shook her head, bewildered. “I’m not some little kid! This isn’t funny!”
Her heart raced as she searched his face for any sign of humor, but all she found was that unsettling grin. She felt a wave of vulnerability wash over her, the reality of her situation settling in like a weight on her chest.
His grin widened at her reaction, eyes glinting with dark amusement. “You’re so tense and serious, darlin’,” he said, his voice laced with malevolence. “I reckon you need a good ticklin’. After all, ticklin’ ain’t just for kids—it’s how I’m gon' get my entertainment outta you!” With that, he quickly straddled her, climbing atop her hips and pressing down with all his weight, pinning her firmly against the table.
Before she could process his words, he lunged forward, fingers dancing toward her exposed tummy area, something he’d been eyeing for so oong while she slept. The suddenness of his movement caught her off guard, and she gasped, instinctively trying to twist away.
Immediately, laughter burst from her as she squirmed under his relentless touch, a reflexive response that she couldn't control despite the panic rising within her. “Ahahaha-Stop! What are you doing?! Hahaha Get off of me!” she cried, struggling against his grip. Within moments, his fingers were sprawling all over her tummy, tickling her without a hint of concern for her feelings.His fingers moved relentlessly over her soft skin, exploring every ticklish spot with an almost methodical precision. He danced his fingers along her sides, squeezing and pinching just enough to send her into fresh bursts of laughter, never giving her a moment’s rest. His hands tormented over her entire midriff area and his fingers then began to dig into the her sensitive ribs, playing on them like a piano, each touch driving her further into helpless, uncontrollable laughter. The tickling was unbearable on its own, but his weight pressing down on her made it so much worse, pinning her in place and leaving her completely at his mercy as she squirmed helplessly beneath him.
“HEY! I said stop! Please! STA-HA-HOP!!” she shrieked, her voice breaking between fits of laughter. “I hate being tickled!! I CA-HA-HAN’T TAKE IT! I’M TICKLISH OKAY, stop! JUST STOP!!” Her words came out in frantic, gasping bursts, each syllable laced with desperation.
She laughed out of pure agony from the relentless tickling, all the while feeling that it was ridiculous for this man to be straddling her and tormenting her in such a strange way, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.His touch was merciless, skimming her belly, her sides, anywhere he could reach, as if he was savoring every reaction he drew from her.
"Wh-why are you doing this?!” She twisted and squirmed, her laughter turning into breathless pleas. “You’re CRAZY! I CA-HA-HAN’T—NO MORE! GET OFF OF ME!”
He chuckled, leaning in closer as his fingers kept up their relentless assault. "Aw, you’re such a baby!” he teased with a sly grin. “Kitchy koo, darlin’! Can’t handle a little ticklin’, huh?” His voice was dripping with mock sympathy, clearly enjoying every second of her helpless squirming. “Thought you’d be tougher than this!”
His fingers then skittered over her tummy, tracing agonizingly slow circles around her belly button, each round igniting jolts of laughter as she struggled beneath him. Then quickly he dug his fingertips into the delicate grooves of her torso, pinching and prodding with just enough pressure to keep her thrashing helplessly. He continued to try out his different methods, deciding to claw at her soft lower belly, his fingers sinking into the sensitive flesh as her tummy muscles convulsed under his merciless, unyielding assault.
Quickly, she realized this tickling was not normal. It wasn’t playful or fun; it was mean and disturbing. The way he roughly squeezed her sides drove her crazy, his fingers digging in expertly to elicit squeals of surprise. Each squeeze felt calculated, designed to wear her down, leaving her gasping for air and reeling in shock as the relentless tickling continued. The laughter that erupted from her was tinged with panic, a visceral reaction to the onslaught that felt more like torment than amusement.“PLEHEHEASE!!” she gasped, her voice hitching between ragged breaths and laughter. “This is ridiculous, GET OFF OF ME!” Tears spilled down her cheeks as she twisted helplessly beneath him. “I ca—haha—I can’t take it! That’s ENOUGH already!” she scolded, her words broken by uncontrollable giggles. “You’re CRAZY! I ca-ha-han’t BREATHE!” Her desperation grew with every second, her body writhing as his fingers showed no mercy.
His grin widened further, eyes sparkling with a twisted delight as he listened to her desperate cries. "You know, darlin’, I’ve got a real messed up obsession with ticklin’. And now that I’ve got ya here, I finally got myself a plaything. Hell, I might even make ya pretend you’re a mermaid while I go to town on ya. Wouldn’t that be a hoot?”
With that, he went right back to tickling her tummy, his fingers dancing across her skin like a spider searching for prey. He crawled his fingers around her sides, seeking out all her sensitive spots, each touch designed to elicit screams and laughter.
“NOOO!! Stop ti-tickling!! STAHAHAHAHAP!!” she screamed violently in protest, the word bursting from her lips as her body instinctively jerked away from his relentless assault. But he was faster, his fingers finding every ticklish area with grotesque glee.
He was relentless, switching up his approach with an unsettling enthusiasm as he tickled her belly. One moment, his fingers would dance lightly across her skin, barely grazing her, making her squirm and squeal with surprise. The next, he would dig in with purposeful pressure, each squeeze sending jolts of laughter cascading from her lips. Karina found herself screaming, “This is wrong!” she blurted out between gasps of laughter. “You can’t—HAHA—keep doing this!” Her voice cracked with a mix of fury and helplessness, but her protests only came out as more desperate giggles. “GET OFF! I—CAN’T—TAKE IT!”
There was no moment of comfort; every time she thought she might catch her breath, he would switch tactics again, crawling his fingers around her sides and exploiting every sensitive spot he could find.
"Well, hot damn!” he drawled, his grin widening as he watched her squirm. “I got real lucky with you, darlin'! Ain’t hardly gotta do a thing, and you’re already squirmin’ and laughin’ like crazy!” He chuckled, his voice thick with satisfaction.
“You cant even go a few seconds without turnin’ into putty.” He leaned in closer, his fingers still tormenting her belly. “Looks like I got me a real ticklish woman to have some fun with!”
"You're out of your mind!" she shouted, her voice shaky with a mix of laughter and anger. "Please, just stop with the tickling! I can’t stand being tickled!” But his tickling didn’t waiver, he was practically crawling his fingers around her soft tummy, jittering around endlessly. “HAHA STOP! I MEAN IT!" Her body jerked as she squirmed beneath him, trying to escape his relentless touch and unable to get her words across. “This is going too far! LET ME GO!
He ignored her, leaning back, his eyes gleaming with a wicked satisfaction as he watched her chest heave, desperate for air. “Now, darlin’,” he drawled, dragging his rough fingers lightly over the smooth surface of her trembling belly, “I think it’s ‘bout time ya tell me yer name.”
Karina clamped her mouth shut, her jaw tight with defiance. She wasn’t about to give in so easily.
“Oh, we got a feisty one!” he taunted, a sinister chuckle escaping his lips. Without warning, his fingers dug deep again into her sides, wiggling and squeezing without mercy. Karina’s body jerked violently, and laughter erupted from her against her will. “That’s fine, darlin’. I’ll just keep ticklin’ ya ‘til you tell me yer’ name!” His fingers danced along her ribs, taunting her.
She twisted and bucked, desperate to break free from the unrelenting tickling. His fingers teased the soft, sensitive spots just below her ribs, and her laughter grew frantic, her body betraying her every effort to resist.
She tried to fight off his tickling, ignoring his taunts and squirming harder to cope with the overstimulating sensations. But it was no use, she began to think how he had sworn to keep tickling her until she said it.
“ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT!” she shrieked, her voice breaking under the pressure. “It’s Karina! My name’s Karina! Please, just stop!” As soon as the name left her lips, a slow, twisted smile spread across his face. He savored the sound of it, rolling it around in his mind like a sweet secret he’d finally pried from her.
"Karina... What a sexy name. That’s a name for a lady, ain’t it?" He chuckled darkly, eyes glinting with amusement. "Perfect name for a TICKLISH LITTLE MERMAID!” he said, but his fingers never left her sides.
Instead, he dug them in harder, wiggling them mercilessly against her tender skin. Karina’s eyes widened with panic. “You—YOU said—hey-w-wait! You said you’d st-stahahahap!” she shrieked, her words melting into helpless laughter.
He grinned wickedly, his voice dripping with malice. "I ain’t stoppin’ sweetie this here’s my belly now!" His fingers pressed into her sides again, digging in deep as her body jerked beneath the restraint. Without hesitation, he continued to claw and squeeze at her sides, his fingers burrowing into her most vulnerable spots. Karina’s body convulsed wildly, the laughter forced out of her like a flood. She couldn’t escape, couldn’t think—only react to the overwhelming, torturous sensations tearing through her.
But then, he turned his attention to something else entirely, his eyes fixated on her exposed armpits, a slow, intrigued grin spreading across his face. “Well, now... ain't that somethin'?” he drawled, his gaze lingering with curiosity. "You got the prettiest little armpits, girl! So smooth and fresh. My favorite spot, right here.” His voice dropped lower, his tone almost reverent. "I reckon they probably don’t even get stinky, do they?" He lingered on the thought, as if savoring the idea of them being as perfect as they appeared.
Her eyes flashed with disgust, her voice sharp. "What kind of question is that?" she snapped, recoiling. "No! Don’t even think about it!" As she twisted beneath him, a cold shiver ran down her spine. She realized, with a sinking feeling, that her armpits had always been an extremely sensitive spot—ticklish beyond belief. The thought of him discovering that made her stomach turn. If he found out, there’d be no stopping him, and she'd be reduced to nothing but a laughing mess, his new favorite target for endless teasing. She had to keep it hidden, or else he'd never let her hear the end of it.
With a sinister glint in his eye, he shifted his focus, fingers creeping toward her armpits. “Oh, now this is gonna be a real treat,” he said, his voice dripping with delight.
His fingers hovered over her exposed armpits, and she clenched her jaw, trying desperately to hold in her reaction. She knew what he was up to, but before she could even speak, his fingers darted right into her the hollows of her armpits, and the sudden sensation sent her into madness.
She really tried to hold it in, but it was impossible. As soon as his touch made contact, a burst of uncontrollable laughter escaped her lips.“No-NO! N—! Not there!” she screamed, her voice a mix of panic and desperation. “PLEASE, NOT MY ARMPITS!!”
He chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying her reaction. “What’s the matter? Can’t handle a little 'pit ticklin’? I thought you’s was a tough girl!” His fingers danced mercilessly, exploiting every inch of her vulnerability, each poke and prod sending her into uncontrollable fits of laughter as she writhed beneath him.
Karina’s body jolted at the new sensation, and she screamed in frustration, “NOOO! I HATE IT!! PLEA-HEASE STOP!” Her laughter was mixed with genuine panic, the tickling becoming unbearable as he focused on her most sensitive spots. She knew it was all over from here.
He leaned in closer, eyes sparkling with twisted joy. “Oh, listen to that! I think I’ve found a new weak spot!” he exclaimed, his voice dripping with delight. “These wee little armpits of yours are just perfect for ticklin’!" He continued to torment her, fingers dancing in her armpits as her pleas turned into frantic laughter, each moment feeling like a delicious victory for him. He began to experiment, employing his “spider fingers” from earlier, dancing them across her sensitive skin with a wicked grin, relishing every squeal and laugh that erupted from her.
Karina absolutely could not stand it. Every brush of his fingers against her armpits felt like an assault on her dignity, and she was acutely aware of how trivial this situation was compared to the world she came from. As a sophisticated woman, she had navigated high-stakes meetings and corporate negotiations, commanding respect in boardrooms where her intelligence and expertise were valued. Yet here she was, reduced to a helpless figure, squirming and laughing uncontrollably at something as juvenile as tickling. She could not stand his fingers crawling around her armpits, each deliberate movement sending shockwaves of laughter through her body as she squirmed, desperate to escape the ticklish torment.
No matter how much she protested, her words fell on deaf ears. Each desperate plea was met with more relentless tickling, as if he reveled in her discomfort. It didn’t matter how sophisticated she was or how trivial the situation felt; he was determined to break her down, ignoring every ounce of dignity she tried to cling to. She felt her resolve slipping away with every laugh, every gasp, caught in a cycle of helplessness that left her feeling utterly powerless.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly as the back-and-forth continued, with Karina’s desperate pleas mingling with the sound of her laughter. “Please! I CANT TAKE IT!! Don’t—NO!! PLEAE!” she begged, but he only responded with a gleeful chuckle. He relentlessly targeted her tummy in between armpit tickles, with his fingers digging in and swirling around her sides, each poke eliciting fits of frantic laughter. Just when her reactions began to die down, he would turn right back to her armpits, nestling his fingers into her sensitive skin, coaxing another wave of squeals from her. The afternoon sun she had seen shining when she first woke up had long since set, leaving the room enveloped in darkness, yet the tickling showed no signs of stopping. Karina couldn't shake the worry that he might never stop tickling her; his excitement seemed to amplify with each passing moment, and he had all the time in the world.
At one point, he scooted his position up, his lap straddling over her ribcage area to focus on her underarms. Then he just left his fingers picking around her armpits endlessly, just to see how much she could take. One minute passed, then two, then four, and she was hardly making it through, gasping for breath as he prodded at her most sensitive and private space. “GET OUT OF THERE ALREADY! PLEASE! NOT THERE, no more!! I CAN'T—AHAHA!” she would scream. She started bucking wildly, almost throwing him off in her desperate attempts to escape. But just when she thought she’d succeeded, all he had to do was scoot back down, grip her sides and squeeze again, sending her spiraling back into laughter. “Well, look at that buckin' bronco!” he teased, his Southern drawl dripping with amusement. “TICKLE TICKLE!”
The playful menace in his voice only heightened her helplessness. Over time, she grew weak, her body trembling not just from laughter but from fear of where he would strike next. Every slight movement made her flinch, anticipating the touch she knew would come. “HELP! PLEASE NOO! Someone—AHAHA! I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!” she screamed desperately, her words spilling out in frantic bursts of laughter as she writhed beneath him.
It went on like this, from long minutes to hours, with her screams and laughter blending into frantic pleas for him to stop only for him to respond with more enthusiasm. She couldn’t escape the restraints, each time she tried, he’d plant his fingers as deep as he could into her sensitive armpits, sending her into a frenzy of uncontrollable laughter. His hands moved between her belly, sides, and armpits, never giving her a moment of peace, each touch making her squirm helplessly beneath him.
Hours after the tickling ordeal had begun, he finally relented, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as he reveled in the chaos he had created. She lay there, drenched in sweat, her skin flushed a deep red from the relentless assault on her upper body, each area still tingling from the excruciating tickles. Karina gasped for air, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath, the laughter that had once erupted from her now replaced by exhausted sobs. After she caught her breath, she turned to him, he was still eyeing her up and down. “Wh-why wouldn’t you stop?” she cried, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and vulnerability. “I— I hate being tickled! That was the worst thing that’s ever happened to me!” She shook her head in disbelief, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and frustration, feeling utterly overwhelmed by the ordeal she had just endured.
He leaned back slightly, a twisted grin spreading across his face as he reveled in her distress. “Oh, sweet darlin’, you ain't gon' get me to stop. I think I’m just gonna have to keep ya,” he said, his voice low and filled with delight. “This is way too much fun to give up. Ticklin’ ya and teasin’ your tummy like today—this is just the beginning.” His eyes gleamed with a dark excitement as he took in her flustered state. “I just can’t get enough of that pretty little tummy of yours, all soft and exposed. And those wee little armpits? How’d ya get ‘em so soft? You must’ve shaved ‘em just for me! They're perfect for my ticklin’—just beggin’ for my fingers to dance all over ‘em."
Karina’s heart raced, panic surging through her as his words sank in. “NO! No! I- I don’t want that!! THIS ISN’t HAPPENING!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling with anxiety. “I’m not your pet! You are a sick, sick, deranged man! You’re a monster! Please, just LET ME GO!” The realization that she was now at his mercy sent waves of dread coursing through her. Her breaths quickened as she squirmed beneath him, her mind racing with thoughts of escape, but all she could focus on was the way he looked at her—like she was a toy for his amusement.
He leaned closer, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he soaked in her frantic energy. “Oh, sweet darlin’, you really think you can talk to me like that?” he said, his voice dripping with mockery.
With that, he lunged back into action, his fingers darting to her sides and poking relentlessly. The speed and intensity brought her right back to the brutal onslaught she had just endured, each poke sending jolts of laughter and panic through her body. As his fingers resumed their relentless assault on her sides, Karina’s body reacted instinctively, laughter bursting forth in desperate, explosive fits. “NONO NO!! Not again!! I HATE IT I HATE IT!!" She had had enough; she wasn't even laughing, just jolting around in primal response to his fingers. The thought of enduring another ruthless, drawn-out session of tickling was more than she could bear. "I'M DONE!! Stop it, I AM DONE!! I’m begging you!” She felt her resolve crumbling, her frantic pleas morphing into whimpers as the realization set in: she was utterly at his mercy. “I’ll do anything! Just please stop!” she gasped, the words spilling out in a rush, a mix of fear and submission washing over her.
With a final, triumphant chuckle, he relented, pulling his fingers away from her sides as Karina gasped for breath, her body still trembling from the onslaught. “Alright, alright, I think you’ve had enough for now,” he said, leaning back with a satisfied grin.
He leaned in closer, the glint in his eye turning a shade darker. “I’m gonna untie ya now, darlin’, but don’t get any funny ideas. You’re gonna sleep right here with me tonight.”
Karina’s heart raced as she processed his words, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger. “You can’t be serious! I’m not sleeping anywhere near you!”
His grin widened, unfazed by her defiance. “Oh, I think you will. Unless you want me to remind you how much fun I can have with those lovely armpits of yours.” He raised his eyebrows, the threat hanging heavy in the air. “A little more ticklin’ before bedtime might just change your mind, wouldn’t it?”
Karina felt a surge of defiance as she glared at him, her frustration boiling over. “I’m fed up with this! I-I don't want either of those options! I’m not sleeping with you, and I don't want to be tickled again!"
She struggled against her bindings, determination igniting her voice. “You can’t just keep me here against my will! This is wrong!”
He chuckled softly, trying to ease the tension in the air. “Now, now, little mermaid, you listen to me. I don’t want anything outta ya besides ticklin’. I ain’t gonna fuck ya or anything like that. I just want to cuddle up on ya to sleep. You can relax a bit; I’m not as bad as you think.”
Karina narrowed her eyes, her voice filled with disbelief. “You think I’m just going to trust you after everything you’ve done?" She shook her head, her tone firm despite the fear clawing at her. “I’m not some pet for you to cuddle with after torturing me for HOURS! Just because you say you won’t hurt me doesn’t mean I believe you!”
He leaned in closer, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he wiggled his fingers menacingly. “Oh, but you’re just too fun to resist. I think you want me to revisit those ribs of yours,” he said, his voice dripping with playful menace.
Karina’s heart raced as she instinctively flinched, her eyes widening in fury. “Please! I’m so tired of this! FINE! Just no more tickling!” she yelled, desperation lacing her words as she braced herself for whatever he might do next.
With that, he untied her, the ropes falling away to reveal her trembling limbs, and then led her toward his bedroom. As they entered, the stench hit her like a wall—an overpowering mix of dirty, sour body odor that made her near cringe. The room was dimly lit and cluttered, with remnants of a chaotic life scattered everywhere, but it was the smell that really disgusted her.
Karina’s face twisted in revulsion as she tried to suppress the urge to gag. “What is this place?” she asked, fighting the wave of disgust rising within her.
He leaned against the doorframe, a smug grin plastered across his face as he looked around his dimly lit bedroom. “Welcome to my little slice of paradise, darlin’,” he said, his voice dripping with mock charm. “This here’s a real remote part of Alabama, not even part of any jurisdiction. I own this land, been livin’ like a hermit out here for years.”
As he spoke, Karina couldn't help but notice the overpowering stench that surrounded him—the sour smell of his body odor mixed with the decay of his breath. She felt utterly disgusted being this close to him, a chilling realization creeping in that she was completely isolated, trapped in his filthy domain.
He began tying her arms back up to one of the rails of his bedframe, the rough rope biting into her skin as he secured her in place. “Can’t have you getting away now, can I?” he chuckled, his voice laced with amusement. “You might think about runnin’, but trust me, if you try, I’ll know.”
For a brief moment, Karina felt a flicker of freedom as she hadn’t been untied for hours, but just like that, he was tying her up again, securing her arms above her head in the most vulnerable position. The sensation of exposure washed over her, leaving her feeling completely bare and open to his gaze. A chilling air swept across her body, amplifying her vulnerability as she realized just how she was again truly defenseless against him. The grimy room felt even more suffocating now, and the smell of his body odor lingered in the air, a constant reminder of the threat he posed.
After he finished securing her to the bedframe, he leaned in closer, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Oh, and I have a rule for you here,” he said, his voice dripping with malice. “Yer belly always has to be fully exposed for me.”
Before she could react, he yanked her tank top off completely, leaving her vulnerable and exposed. Shocked and furious, Karina scolded him, her voice trembling with anger. “You can’t just do that! This is disgusting! You need to stop! I don’t want you ogling at my stomach whenever you want!
He leaned back slightly, his wicked grin growing wider as he soaked in her outrage. “Now listen here, darlin’, this here’s the law on my land! Pretty little mermaids like you have to keep their tummies out at all times,” he declared, his voice dripping with menace.
“I’m not your “little mermaid!” she shouted, her voice trembling with panic and indignation. “You can’t just tickle me and harass me like this! This is completely unacceptable!”
He chuckled, his grin widening as he watched her squirm. "Oh, I can do more than that, darlin'," he drawled, his voice low and almost teasing. “I’ve been wonderin’, girl,” he drawled, his voice thick and slow, almost oozing with an unsettling warmth. “Everything about you’s perfect. Hell, it’s like you were made for me. But there’s one thing I just gotta know…”
He paused, letting the tension hang in the air, a twisted smile creeping across his lips. “Do your armpits ever smell, darlin’? You know, like, after a long day... all that sweet sweat of yours mixin’ with your natural scent? I bet it’s somethin’ real special.”
Karina’s face twisted with a mix of shock and disgust, her pulse quickening as the weight of his question settled in. Her eyes flashed with anger, her body tense as she jerked against her restraints. “Do my armpits smell?!” she spat, her voice rising with outrage.
The audacity of his question left her momentarily speechless, but then her blood began to boil. “Why would you even want to know that? You’re just… sick!” Her chest heaved with each breath, her face flushed with a mix of anger and disbelief.
He chuckled darkly, the sound sending a chill through the air as he took another step closer. His eyes never left hers, a twisted smile curling at the corners of his lips. “Why I wanna know?” He leaned in just a little, his voice slow and deliberate. “Well, darlin', I’ve got you here all sweaty, all tied up. I can smell that sweet little body of yours, but I need to know what your pretty little armpits smell like.”
He leaned in closer, his eyes gleaming with curiosity, his tone turning almost... hungry. A devious grin spread across his face as a wicked idea crossed his mind. “I can’t think of anything sweeter to sniff right now than those lovely armpits of yours. I bet they still got that girly and feminine smell for me.”
“My… armpit?!” she exclaimed, her voice a mixture of disbelief and disgust. “I haven’t been clean all day! Wh-why would you want that —HEY!!!” she yelled, her voice rising in panic as he suddenly dived his face in, nestling his sweaty, sour face into her armpit, inhaling deeply like an animal. The shock of his invasion cut off her words, leaving her momentarily speechless as the reality of the situation hit her like a cold wave.
“Eeeeww! Get out of theree! You said we were just going to sleep! This is so creepy!” She yelled in pure disgust of what he was doing, squirming away as far as she can.
He pulled back slightly, a mocking grin spreading across his face as he reveled in her discomfort. “Oh, don’t be shy now, little mermaid!” He leaned in, his voice slow and amused. "Ain't no way I'm sleepin' 'til I get a good whiff of these soft little mermaid armpits o' yours," he said with a hungry grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, as he continued sniffing deeply in the woman’s underarm.
It was like nothing he could have ever imagined, and it was enough to make him shudder, the smell so intensely real, raw, and oddly intoxicating. The scent clung to him, lingering in the air between them, a stark contrast to her smooth skin. He breathed it in deeper, savoring the sensation of being so close, so immersed in this strange, forbidden moment.
“Woo wee, how do your armpits still smell so good after all that ticklin’? Mine reek!” With that, he shoved his sweaty, sour armpit right in her face, forcing her to take in the overwhelming odor.
Karina’s eyes widened in horror as the putrid scent assaulted her senses. “Oh my God, NO! That’s disgusting! Get it away from me!” she screamed, revolting from the foul smell that lingered in the air, her stomach churning as she fought to turn her head away from his repulsive gesture.
The smell hit her immediately—stale, musky, with a pungent sourness that made her stomach lurch. It wasn’t just sweat; it was the smell of something rank and raw, like he hadn’t washed in days. The thick, sour stench made her eyes water, and she struggled against the restraints, but there was no escaping it. “See? TOLD YA GIRL!!” he chuckled, clearly enjoying her discomfort as she gagged, her face turning away from his offensive scent.
He removed his underarm from her face before nestling his nose right back into her armpit, sniffing intrusively as if savoring every moment. “Mmm, now this is what I’m talkin’ about,” he said, his voice low and filled with delight. “You smell so sweet and girly, but there’s a little oniony tang in there too—must be from my fingers. Just perfect!”
Karina could not stand him invading her armpit, his presence overwhelming as he burrowed into her hollow. It was one thing to be bound and helpless; it was another to have him literally sniffing her armpits like some kind of fiend. This was a new level of perversion, she couldn’t tell if it was as bad as the tickling, but it was surely humiliating.
Karina had always been a germophobe, obsessively guarding her body from anything she deemed unclean. Sharing a straw, a sip, even a handshake felt like a breach of her pristine barrier. But this—this was beyond comprehension. His face was pressed firmly into her armpit, his hot, damp breath saturating her skin. The sensation was sickening, every exhale like a sticky film clinging to her. She could feel the faint scrape of stubble against the sensitive flesh, a grotesque reminder of how close he was.
He pulled back slightly, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “That’s enough sniffin, darlin’—time for a taste!” With that, he lunged in, his tongue laid out as flat as possible as he dragged it from the base of her hollow all the way up to the little dimple in the center of her armpit, soaking up all her sweat and replacing it with his dripping saliva.
Of all the things Karina was grossed out from, spit was the absolute worst. The mere thought of it made her stomach churn—cold, slimy, full of germs, and utterly revolting. She couldn’t even watch someone chew gum without feeling a pang of disgust, let alone this.
And now, his tongue was out, wagging like a dog's, dripping saliva as he pressed his it directly into her armpit. She felt the first wet drag across her armpit, cold and slimy, his slobber spreading over her skin like some vile liquid she couldn’t escape.
Her body seized in revulsion, her breath hitching as she processed the sheer filth of what was happening. Each stroke of his tongue left a streak of sticky coldness that clung to her, the sensation of his spit seeping into her skin sending shockwaves of nausea through her. She could hear the disgusting wet sounds—slurping, smacking—as his mouth worked against her, spreading his saliva without care or restraint. It was as if he delighted in the mess, each slobbery pass of his tongue making her feel more contaminated, more defiled.
“Stop! Oh my God, STOP!” she screamed, her voice breaking as panic and fury overtook her. “NOOO!! Ugh, eww!? STOOOOOP! What are you DOING?!” Her words came out in a frantic rush, trembling with rage and hysteria. She could practically feel the bacteria crawling over her skin, multiplying, invading her. “Your fucking spit is everywhere! It’s full of germs, bacteria—God knows what else!”
“I can’t stop, darlin’,” he drawled, his voice thick with a twisted kind of affection. “Girl, you got the prettiest lil’ armpits I ever did see! Hell, they’re downright irresistible.”
Then, as if to prove his point, he leaned in again, his tongue dragging slowly, deliberately, across her damp skin. “Mmm,” he murmured against her, the sound guttural and depraved. “Better than I ever imagined.”
Her voice grew louder, more desperate, as she twisted against her restraints, her body thrashing in an effort to get away. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU! You’re spreading it all over me!” she yelled, her breathing ragged and her stomach twisting violently. “It’s in my skin now—oh my God, it’s IN my skin! Get off me, you’re going to make me SICK!”
Her eyes burned with tears, her entire body trembling as she screamed, unable to block out the sensation of his wet, slobbering mouth defiling her most sensitive skin.
The continuous slimy waggle eventually became unbearable. As much as she wanted to stay still, to resist, the sensation was unbearable. It wasn’t just the wet, slobbering cold dragging across her skin; it was the maddening ticklishness that followed. Her body betrayed her, twitching and squirming as his tongue explored her armpit with a disgusting enthusiasm.
She thrashed in her restraints, bursting with laughter, her muscles straining as she twisted from side to side, trying desperately to escape the relentless, wet assault. The more she moved, the harder it became to suppress the involuntary spasms of her body reacting to the unwanted ticklishness. Her gasps turned to choked cries as she tried to pull her arm away, but there was no escaping his relentless tongue.
“Hahahaha Stop! Please stop!” she yelled, her voice high-pitched and frantic as her body jerked under his control. The tickling sensation made her feel helpless, humiliated, and above all, utterly revolted.It wasn’t just invasive—it was obscene. He was in a place no one should ever be, an off-limits zone she had always guarded with meticulous care. The thought of his spit mixing with her sweat, of germs spreading unchecked in one of the most personal and sensitive parts of her body, made her want to scream until her voice gave out.
She felt dirty, violated, and powerless to stop it. Each pass of his tongue seemed to strip away another layer of her dignity, leaving her trembling, disgusted, and more desperate than ever to escape. He even began to nibble on her delicate skin and plant rapid kisses, all just to have it tickle her even more.
This was it. In her life, Karina had always been a sophisticated, successful woman, commanding respect in boardrooms and navigating high-stakes negotiations with poise. But now, she found herself utterly lost—shipwrecked, tickled relentlessly throughout the day, and now being forced to sleep next to this Southern psychopath while he’s licking her armpits.
The absurdity of her situation weighed heavily on her; she felt as if she had been thrust into a nightmare that defied all logic. As she lay there, trapped beneath his weight and overwhelmed by the stench of his breath lingering in her armpits, Karina couldn’t shake the dread that coiled in her stomach. The events of the day had shattered her sense of control, leaving her feeling more like a prisoner than ever before.
No matter what she said, he just wouldn’t listen; it felt utterly hopeless. Eventually, he settled against her right armpit, his head resting there as he drifted off to sleep. The stench of his breath hung thick in the air, saturating both armpits and creating an intoxicating mix of both of their scents that made her skin crawl.
Throughout the night, Karina jolted awake a couple of times to the unsettling sensation of him kissing her stomach and even licking it, his actions oddly childlike in their innocence yet deeply disturbing. Each time she stirred, confusion and disgust washed over her; she had no idea why he found such pleasure in this bizarre behavior. The mix of vulnerability and humiliation made her skin crawl, but she was so utterly exhausted that she found herself drifting back into a fitful sleep, too worn down to fully process the reality of her situation or muster the strength to protest against his strange whims.
She closed her eyes, trying to block out the reality of her situation, but her mind raced with thoughts of what tomorrow might bring. Was he really going to spend another day tickling her all day? Would she find a way to escape this nightmare? As the uncertainty loomed over her like a dark cloud, all she could do was brace herself for whatever twisted game he had in store.
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