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 bombshell wrapped in professionalism. Her colleagues admired her, not just for her sharp mind and leadership, but because she was utterly captivating and beautiful—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.
She jolted awake, hastily pulling on a bra and snatching up the only shirt she could find—a slightly shrunken tank top from the dryer. No matter how much she yanked at the fabric, it refused to cooperate, leaving her stomach largely exposed.
Karina wasn’t the kind of woman to walk around with her stomach on display—she always thought it looked trashy, something she would never feel comfortable doing. Worst of all, her bellybutton peeked out from the shrunken fabric, and the sight of it left her feeling utterly embarrassed, as if she were somehow betraying the professional image she worked so hard to cultivate.
She’d always thought bellybuttons looked weird and gross—far too personal to be showing. Most of all, she’d always been self-conscious about her own navel, worried that people might stare—or, even worse, make inappropriate comments. But this was an emergency, and she didn’t have time to dwell on modesty. Flustered, she grabbed a pair of shorts and bolted into the hallway, hoping no one would notice too much.
The ship groaned under the storm’s force as she made her way to the deck, the warm, humid air and 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 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 the cold ocean water 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, Karina’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 shrunken tank top had ridden up even more during the storm, exposing her slender and toned midsection—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 beautiful and radiant 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 stomach showing, 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 body with a sense of possessive delight. The realization hit him with a surge of satisfaction— that he could now do whatever he pleased with this alluring woman. This was, without question, the best day of the man’s 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 realized she was standing upright, her arms pulled high above her head. Panic rippled through her when she noticed the rough ropes binding her wrists to a wooden post. The position left her utterly helpless—and terrifyingly vulnerable.
She blinked, trying to clear her vision. The room was dimly lit, with the smell of a putrid musk and damp wood filling her senses. Panic set in as she realized she wasn’t rescued, she was captured.
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 his eyes 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.”
“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. Now, you’re all mine, darlin’, and I’m fixin’ to show you some real Southern hospitality.” He chuckled, his voice dropping into a low, Southern drawl, his crooked smile spreading across his face.
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.”
Then, with a sudden shift, his eyes dropped to her exposed stomach, and he couldn’t help but smile hungrily. “You know what else is cute? That pretty little tummy o’ yours! So soft and smooth, every little bump, every curve... Why do you city folk always go 'round parading your bellies like that? You must love lettin’ everyone see that belly don’t ya?”
Karina squirmed against her restraints, she couldn’t believe the way he was talking about her stomach. “Ugh, don’t talk about it like that! This isn’t some kind of show for you! It shrunk in the dryer, I hate having my stomach showing! Especially for some creep like you to gawk at!” She was caught off guard with his words. Her eyes searched his face, trying to make sense of it all.
She hadn’t expected this kind of attention, especially not from this stranger. She hated that in this outfit, he could just look at her stomach, and the way he spoke about it was just... intrusive.
“…W-why are you doing all of this?” she asked, her tone no longer sharp but weary.
As she spoke, Bo disappeared from her line of sight, moving behind the post to which she was tied. She could no longer see him, but she felt his presence, looming and ominous.
Suddenly, cold fingers grazed her waist, and her tank top began creeping upward, his dirty fingers planted all over her soft skin. The fabric gathered just under her ribs, leaving her stomach starkly exposed. The chill of the air brushed against her bare skin, sending an involuntary shudder through her body.
"Put my shirt back down! What do you want from me??” Karina screamed, her voice rising in alarm, cut off by the unsettling realization that he was rolling up her tank top so that her stomach was completely exposed, an inexplicable focus of his attention. This strange and deliberate act deepened the mystery and her fear. It became clear that he was going to do something to her stomach, something wrong and perverted.
“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 belly, 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! You need to untie me RIGHT NOW.”
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. Her stomach was completely out, her tank top rolled up past her ribs, leaving her painfully aware that he had free rein to do whatever he wanted.
His grin widened at her reaction, eyes glinting with dark amusement. “Truth is, I just can’t help it. You got your whole darn belly stickin’ out of that shirt! Makes me just wanna tickle ya silly!”
Her heart sank; she knew this shrunken tank top would be the end of her.
Before she could fully grasp the intent behind his words, Karina felt his hands clamp around her waist possesively, squeezing with a rough, pulsating force that was anything but gentle. The sudden pressure on such a sensitive area of hers caught her off guard, prompting an instinctive, sharp "HEY!" as she gasped and tried desperately to twist away.
What immediately followed from Karina was a reaction more of annoyance and discomfort, rather than the expected laughter and begging. “Ugh—Stop! What are you doing?! Get your hands off of me!” she yelled at him as he continued to squeeze her waist almost painfully, causing her to instinctively jolt around.
"If you didn’t want me touchin' your belly, maybe you shouldn’t be wearin’ a shirt like that. Now you’ve gotta deal with me findin’ out how sensitive it is!”
“Ugh! Would you stop that! You can’t just grab me like that, this is so weird!” She continued to squirm around as he pinched into her sides, determined to suppress any laughter and refusing to give him the satisfaction. She was hoping he would grow bored of her lack of response and eventually stop.
But then, without warning, his rough hands darted towards her ribs with menacing precision, destroying her ability to keep calm. "NO!! Get out of there!" Karina screamed, her voice more overwhelmed and panicked than when he was gripping her sides, making it painfully clear it was starting to become unbearable.
Initially, her body was bucking left and right, trying to “shoo” off his grabby hands, but the moment he touched her ribs, the overstimulation became too much for her. Her entire stomach practically turned to mush as he treated her ribs like steps on a staircase, his fingers rapidly climbing up and down sending her into a spiteful frenzy.
She couldn’t hold it in any longer and began to laugh and squirm under his relentless touch, a natural and reflexive response that she couldn't control despite not wanting to reveal her ticklishness. "Wh-what the hell are you—HAHA! STOP IT! You are such a creep! I’m begging you to stop!” she shrieked, her voice breaking between fits of laughter.
His fingers, unclean and calloused, continued to zero in on her sensitive ribs, sending electrifying shocks through her entire body with each expert poke. His touches were calculated, each one meticulously aimed to provoke the strongest reaction as he delved into her most vulnerable area, transforming his invasive actions into a chilling display of dominance.
Quickly, she realized this tickling was not normal. It wasn’t playful nor fun; it was mean and abusive. As her laughter and frantic struggles intensified, so did his enthusiasm. Her reactions seemed to fuel his actions, each giggle and squirm driving him to tickle her even harder.
“Okay, okay—HAHA!! I’m ticklish, I'm ticklish! That’s enough! Hahahah stop it!" Karina's voice broke through her uncontrollable laughter, a mixture of surrender and begging, as she admitted defeat.
But his fingers only continued their relentless invasion, dancing across her tummy with torturous precision. He alternated between sharp jabs that made her jolt and light, feathery touches that sent waves of ticklish agony through her. He could feel her tummy muscles quivering beneath his fingertips, trembling uncontrollably from the overwhelming sensation.
"STOP, PLEASE! I said I’m ticklish already—you’re freaking me out! This is so fucking weird!!" she screamed, her voice laced with confusion and terror. She was utterly puzzled, her mind racing, unable to comprehend why he was doing this. Bo chuckled darkly at her dismay, clearly enjoying every second of her discomfort, and continued to press down on her ribs with relentless pressure.
Karina wondered in desperation why he wasn't stopping. She had already admitted she was ticklish; in any other situation, that would be enough for someone to stop.
"W-why won't you stop??" Karina snapped, her tone angered and scolding as he continued to poke and prod at her stomach. "You're being really weird—I hate being tickled! Cut it out, this isn't funny!"
"Oh, you don’t get it, do ya?" he drawled, his voice dripping with a Southern twang. “Darlin’, I’ve got a real messed up obsession with ticklin’. And now that I’ve got ya here, I finally got myself a little 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?”
Karina was overcome with pure disgust at his words and the sheer absurdity of it. She couldn’t believe what he had just said, and the she could hardly respond while his fingers mercilessly continued to tickle her.
“You want me to—HAHA—“pretend” I’m a mermaid?? What the hell is wrong with you?!” she shouted, her voice rising as she squirmed violently against the relentless sensation. “You CAN’T just force your sick fantasies on me! STAHAHAHAP tickling me, you FREAK!” she screamed, barely able to get the words out as his fingers shifted lower, abandoning her ribs. Instead, his fingers clawed into the soft area just above her hips, kneading and squeezing with calculated pressure.
“No, not there—please!” Karina gasped, her body jolting at the sudden change in his touch. His fingers dug into her soft lower belly with relentless intensity, roaming hungrily across her tummy surface. Every motion was deliberate and merciless, as if he was determined to overwhelm her, pushing her closer to the brink until she had no choice but to give in completely.
Karina began to whimper submissively and squirm angrily, her movements frantic and defiant, almost like a spoiled brat struggling against a punishment she couldn’t escape.
Suddenly, Bo paused, his eyes roaming over her panting body, a satisfied grin spreading across his face, clearly pleased with Karina’s extremely ticklish stomach. “Well, hot damn!” he drawled, his grin widening as he watched her squirm.
“I hit the JACKPOT with you, darlin'! You gotta be the most TICKLISH girl in the whole damn world,” he drawled, his voice dripping with twisted delight. “And this here’s the sexiest little tummy I’ve ever laid eyes on. So lean and slender, I can feel your little tummy muscles twitchin’ every time I touch it. I just love jigglin’ it like this!”
To emphasize his point, his nails digged right back in, this time grasping into her entire stomach, shaking it with an exaggerated motion that sent shockwaves through her. “NOO!! AGHH!” Karina let out a piercing scream, her body bucking violently as the sudden roughness overwhelmed her already frazzled nerves.
“Ain’t hardly gotta do a thing, and this little mermaids already squirmin’ and turnin’ into putty in my hands.” Bo continued jiggling her stomach around relentlessly, making Karina frantically jolt and squirm away.
"I’m not your fucking mermaid! Hahaha STOP it already! You can’t just treat me like this! PLEASE STOP!! Hahahaha!” Karina yelled through fits of helpless laughter, her voice cracking as she writhed against the relentless tickling, every word a struggle to get out.
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. “KOOCHIE KOOCHIE KOO, darlin’! Can’t handle a little ticklin’, huh? Thought you was a tough girl!”
Karina’s laugh-ridden voice shot back between frantic gasps, “How is anyone supposed to be—HAHAHA—tough when you’re tickling them, you idiot?! This is beyond childish! GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY STOMACH!”
Karina was the type who didn’t like to be touched, and preferred when others kept their hands to themselves. She especially hated when guys would try to tickle her, it forced her to act in a manner she didn’t want to portray. Needless to say, this situation was turning into a nightmare.
Despite her civil pleas, he continued to bizzarely dance his fingers now all over her exposed stomach, squeezing and digging into her soft flesh in excess.
He was relentless, continuing to switch 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. The next, he would dig in with intentional pressure, each squeeze sending jolts of laughter causing her to viciously shake her hips in vain.
There was no moment of comfort; every time she thought she might catch her breath, he would switch tactics again. He would squeeze her soft belly, then skitter his fingers lightly along the curve of her waist, only to follow it up with firm, relentless kneading just above her hips, exploiting every sensitive spot he could find. Whenever he would run out of ideas, he would focus on attacking her sensitive ribs as if they were his home base. This unpredictability drove her absolutely crazy, as she couldn’t brace herself for his next move, each change in technique leaving her more overwhelmed than the last.
She was already helplessly submitting to his strange display of dominance, but it wasn’t enough. His relentless pursuit for more made her begin to truly fear him.
“Now, darlin’,” he drawled, dragging his rough fingers lightly over the smooth surface of her now trembling stomach, “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 ribs, pressing and squeezing without mercy. It felt like she was being electrocuted. “NOOOOO!!!! STOP!!” She screamed in response. 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!” Bo seemed even more excited that she was reluctant to say her name, as if it were a new challenge for him to conquer.
His fingers then wrapped possessively around the front of her stomach, holding on to her entire tummy as though it belonged entirely to him. With all his fingers, he pressed down with each one in a random, chaotic rhythm, sending sharp bursts of ticklish agony through her. His relentless effort nearly caused his own hands to cramp from how hard he was going. She twisted and bucked while whimpering for him to stop, desperate to break free from his ticklish grasp.
She tried to fight off his tickling as long as she could, 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, huh?" he drawled, his grin widening with a wicked glint in his eyes. "What a delicate name for someone so damn ticklish. I just LOOVE tickling my little Karina’s pretty belly," he said, but his fingers never left their position wrapped all over her trembling stomach.
Instead, he dug them in harder, pressing them mercilessly against her tender skin again in that chaotic rhythm. 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 wasn’t going to stop—he never intended to. He just wanted to see how quickly he could break her into giving up something as simple as her name. As Karina’s frantic laughter continued to filled the room, Bo chuckled, his grin widening. “Well, darlin’, you took too long to answer!” he drawled, his tone mockingly stern. “Now, your belly is gonna be my little piano!” he added with a twisted laugh, his hands shifting with sudden, renewed energy.
With his fingers still splayed across the front of her tummy, he continued pressing down, treating her belly like it was a piano. He jabbed and poked down in unpredictable bursts, slamming each finger deep into her skin as if he were playing an impossibly fast song, the intensity making her buck and twist uncontrollably. “NOOOO!! Don’t do that please! Please-HAHAHAHA-STOP IT!” The erratic rhythm drove her wild, leaving her gasping for air between her screams of laughter. Karina screamed and bucked violently, her body jerking with every chaotic poke as he worked her over with almost manic intensity. The sharp, chaotic pokes felt like shocks to her nerves, each one pulling desperate, gasping laughter from her lips.
But then, Bo did stop, stepping back as Karina sagged against the post, gasping for air. Her stomach was flushed red from his relentless tickling, and a bead of sweat began to form on her temple as she locked eyes with him, her chest rising and falling heavily.
He stood in front of her now, silent, his eyes fixed on something completely new... her helplessly raised arms. The weight of his stare sent a shiver through her as the seconds stretched unnervingly long. His grin widened, slow and deliberate, as if he had just discovered something new to fixate on.
“Well, would ya look at that…” he drawled, his tone dripping with twisted fascination. “Darlin’, you’ve got the PRETTIEST little ARMPITS I’ve ever seen! So smooth and fresh-lookin’.”
Karina looked at him with disgust, still panting but now in utter disbelief of what he just said. Bo’s grin widened as his eyes lingered, a twisted glint of curiosity lighting up his face. “Tell me somethin’, darlin’,” he drawled, his Southern twang thick and unnerving. “Do these sweet little armpits of yours ever get a bit… stinky? Bet even then, they’d still smell real nice.”
Her breath hitched as she glared at him, her chest still heaving. The sheer absurdity and perversity of his question made her blood boil. "What kind of question is that?! They’re just armpits—stop looking at them like that!" she snapped, her voice sharp and furious, laced with both anger and lingering humiliation.
Before Karina could even register his intent, he quickly dove in forward without warning, burying his face DIRECTLY into her exposed armpit. Karina’s voice erupted into a high-pitched scream, a mix of shock and utter dismay at the sheer audacity and unsettling nature of his action. She could feel him nuzzling against her skin, the coarse beard on his face brushing against her. Then came the sniffing—deep, deliberate, and completely unashamed. She felt him inhale in rapid, shallow sniffs, almost like a dog frantically searching for a hidden treat.
She jerked back, her eyes blazing with a mix of outrage and disbelief. “How dare you! Don't smell me there, you absolute creep! What the hell is wrong with you?!” she spat, her voice trembling with equal parts shock and anger. The act itself felt impossibly crude—something so beneath her world of office decorum that she could hardly grasp it was really happening.
It wasn’t just disgusting—it was violating. She had never felt so uncomfortably aware of her own body. But now, with his face buried so intimately against her skin, sniffing her like some kind of animal, she couldn’t stop the wave of embarrassment.
She hoped they smelled bad, that it would make him recoil, but he just stayed there, burrowed into her armpit and sniffing it endlessly. What bothered her more was the thought that he now knew something so personal about her—something as private as the natural scent of her own armpit.
The realization irritated her deeply, knowing it would only give him more fuel to tease her or twist it into some perverted game, using it to humiliate her further.
A wild, almost manic gleam lit up Bo’s eyes as he straightened, a grin stretching across his face. “HOOO-WEEE, darlin’, that smell is downright ADDICTIVE!” he exclaimed, his Southern drawl growing more animated, more unhinged.
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. He breathed it in deeper, savoring the sensation of being so close, so immersed in this erotic, forbidden body part of Karina.
“MMMM, 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 that little tang in there too. JUST PERFECT!! You're a real healthy gal, I’m half tempted to dive right back in and soak it up some more,” he declared, sounding almost proud of himself.
“No… NO! Are you KIDDING me?! That is so fucking weird! Don’t you dare do that again! You can’t just… smell my underarm like that—what is wrong with you!!” Karina’s felt almost ridiculous having to say this to him, but she couldn’t stop herself. It was beyond humiliating. Her armpit wasn’t something to be sniffed, not something that should even be the focus of anyone’s attention, they were just armpits... not some delicacy for him to indulge.
She was left speechless, her eyes locking onto him with a mix of concern and utter disgust, a growing fear of what he might be capable of tightening in her chest.
“Don't be shy darlin’, I love your little armpit smell. But here’s the real question: are your armpits all sensitive, too? ’Cause I’m bettin’ you’d squirm real good if I went in with my fingers.”
"NO! Don’t even think about it! I'm not even ticklish there!" Her words lacked conviction, and the cold shiver that ran down her spine betrayed her growing dread. His wicked grin only widened at her protest, as if her denial was all the confirmation he needed.
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 quiver in fear. If he found out, there’d be no stopping him, and she'd be reduced to nothing but a laughing mess, her armpits being the new favorite target for endless tickling. 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, his fingers inching slowly toward her armpits. “Oh, this is gonna be a real treat,” he murmured, his voice low and dripping with an almost predatory eagerness for his newfound target.
His fingers hovered just inches over her exposed armpits, and she clenched her jaw, wincing her face, 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 absolute 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!!” The sensation of his fingers in her armpits felt completely wrong—an invasion of the most personal, vulnerable part of her body that made her skin crawl. He wasn’t doing it gently, either; every touch was forced, in the hardest, most relentless way he could manage, making the torment unbearable.
“OH! So you thought you could LIE to me, huh?” he snapped, his grin twisting into something more menacing as his fingers dug into her armpits deeper causing her to scream continuously. He chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying her reaction. “Aww what’s the matter? Can’t handle a little ticklin’ in yer armpits?"
His fingers clawed mercilessly directly in her deep hollows, 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 kept 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 spot. She knew it was all over from here.
He leaned in closer, eyes sparkling with twisted joy. “Poor baby! Did I find your weak spot?” he exclaimed, his voice dripping with delight. “Looks like you shaved them fresh just for me!”
He continued to torment her, fingers dancing deep in her armpits as she switched between pleas and frantic laughter, each moment feeling like a delicious victory for him.
Bo began to experiment with different ways to torment her armpits. “Here come the spiiiider fingers! Kitchy kitchy koo, they’re gonna getcha!” he teased in an exaggerated, singsong tone, his fingers skittering across her skin like tiny, relentless spiders. His fingers alternated between light, crawling motions and quick, targeted taps, each method sending new waves of ticklish agony shooting through her.
Karina screamed, her voice breaking as her body twisted violently in a desperate attempt to escape. “N-NO!! NOOOAHAHAHAHAH!! STOP crawling your fingers like that!—I CAN’T TAKE IT!!” she cried, her words tumbling out between frantic bursts of laughter. His relentless "spiders" worked with cruel precision, creeping into every inch of her exposed underarms, each skittering motion leaving her more breathless and hysterical.
“Oh, these spiders just LOOVE your soft, TICKLISH armpits!” he cooed, leaning in closer as his fingers worked with unrelenting energy. He wiggled them lightly near the edges of her armpits before suddenly digging them deeper into the center of her soft hollows, sending her into a fresh round of squeals and frantic squirming. The shifts in pressure and speed made the sensation unbearable, keeping her nerves on edge as he explored every vulnerable spot of her underarms.
"Oh my God, please—STOP! AHH—G-get out of my armpits, you freak! STOP IT!" 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 ridiculous this situation was. She could not stand his fingers crawling around in her armpits, each deliberate movement sending shockwaves of laughter through her body as she squirmed, desperate to escape the ticklish torment.
For a fleeting moment, Bo’s relentless spider-crawling ceased, his hands retreating just enough to give her a break—but not enough to offer comfort. Karina’s chest heaved, her breathing ragged and uneven as she slumped back against the post.
Her wide, fearful eyes locking onto his with a mix of disbelief and dread. Her lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out—just the sound of her shallow, frantic panting. She looked completely terrified, her body trembling, dreading the moment his hands would return to her helpless, restrained armpits.
Bo paused the spider crawling for a moment, his grin widening as he tilted his head in mock curiosity. "Aww, darlin’, the spider fingers were fun, but what if I told ya that just one finger can be worse than all the spiders combined?"
he teased, his voice dripping with condescension.
Karina kept quiet, too scared to respond, especially after he caught her lying about her armpits not being ticklish. Any words would only fuel his cruel amusement. She knew, though—whatever twisted game he was playing, it was just going to lead to more torment. The idea of more tickling, more humiliation, felt like too much to bear. She just wanted it to stop.
Bo smirked, watching her silent, exhausted state. “Oh, don’t wanna talk to me now, huh? That’s fine, darlin'... this is gonna make you sing like a mermaid.”
It was pointless, it didn’t matter whether she talked back or stayed quiet—nothing she did worked against him, she was playing into his hands either way. Karina tensed, bracing herself for whatever cruel move he had planned next.
Slowly, he lifted both hands, extending a single index finger in each, and placed it directly into the center of her armpit. The sensation was immediate and maddening as he began to curl and uncurl his finger in a slow, deliberate motion, as though beckoning her skin to respond. The finger teased every delicate nerve hidden in the deep hollow, sending sharp, ticklish jolts radiating outward.
But the slow torment didn’t last. The curling motions began to quicken, his fingers moving with greater speed, skittering and pressing deeper into the sensitive skin. Her body convulsed with the heightened intensity, her laughter turning into sharp, high-pitched screams. "AHHH! NO, PLEASE—HAHAHA—STOP! I CAN’T—AHH—TAKE IT!!" Karina screamed and screamed, her voice frantic and breaking with each desperate laugh. Her body jerked helplessly, trying to escape the relentless assault. "I CAN’T—I’M GONNA LOSE MY MIND—HAHAA—PLEASE STOP, PLEASE! I CAN’T—AHH—TAKE ANYMORE!"
Then, just as her nerves were fraying from the rapid motion, he changed tactics again. His fingers dug in hard, poking as deep as he can into each of her armpits, a stark contrast to the previous light skittering. “AHHHHH!! OH MY GOD, STOP!!” she screamed, her entire body jolting violently against the restraints. The forceful digging sent shockwaves through her, igniting every nerve in a way that left her completely helpless, unable to do anything but thrash and beg incoherently. “No more—HAHAHA! Not the armpits, not the armpits!! PLEASE!! Go somewhere else!” she wailed, her words lost in the storm of frantic laughter and piercing screams.
Bo suddenly paused, grinning wickedly as he noticed the light dotting of sweat forming in her armpits. “OOH! Someone’s armpits are gettin’ sweaty. What, a little ticklin’ got ya all worked up? Now it's time to sniff—see how much sweeter you’ve gotten!” he taunted, his voice dripping with mock excitement.
Without hesitation, he dove in again, burying his face deep into one armpit, nuzzling against her damp skin as he inhaled exaggeratedly. "Oh, for the love of—STOP! You seriously can’t keep burying your face there!" she screamed, recoiling in pure disgust, her body twisting desperately to escape his unsettling fixation.
At the same time, his other hand remained in the opposite armpit, unleashing all five of his relentless fingers. He began spider-crawling ruthlessly again, with every finger working in perfect, tormenting unison, making every nerve in her body flare with intense, unbearable discomfort. She squirmed in disgust, trying to twist away from his invasive presence, but the ropes kept her firmly in place.
Despite how crude and invasive the armpit sniffing was, Karina found herself almost relieved she was getting a break from one of her underarms. Her laughter spilled uncontrollably from his relentless spider-crawling, but she clenched her jaw against the revulsion of his face buried in her other arm. It was humiliating beyond words, but the tickling was so maddening that she could hardly focus on his face burrowed into her armpit.
“Stop it stop it STAHAHOP!!—STOP TICKLING MEEEE!!” she screamed through the hysteria, desperate for relief from the merciless fingers tormenting her armpit. She twisted and squirmed, her body shaking violently as his assault continued, her mind unable to keep up with the dual sensations of invasive torment.
But then... just as Karina thought she could block out the sensation of him sniffing fiendishly in her underarm, something far worse happened.
She froze in horror as his warm, wet tongue made contact with her armpit. He dragged it slowly, deliberately, up and down the sensitive hollow of her armpit, the disgusting wetness soaking every molecule of sweat she had. She couldn't believe it, he was actually licking her bare armpit. Never in her life did she think she would be subjected to something so gross and perverted.
“EEWWW! Oh my GOD! Did you just LICK me?! You don’t LICK someone’s ARMPIT!!! That’s the most disgusting thing anyone has ever done!" she screamed, at the top of her lungs, her voice scolding and offended. Karina couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth, the sheer absurdity of having to scold a grown man for such revolting behavior. It was like dealing with an overgrown child who refused to understand a woman's boundaries, utterly baffled by his lack of shame.
But Bo only smiled continued, never leaving her soft hollows. To him, licking the armpit of someone as beautiful and perfect as Karina was a wild, almost obsessive fantasy come to life. He leaned in closer, his mouth wide open, having his tongue brush against the delicate skin of her armpit as he took slow, deliberate licks, savoring every moment as if he couldn’t get enough. The invasive licking was unbearable, every nerve in her body screaming in disgust as he dragged his tongue across the curve of her armpit, making each stroke exaggerated and drawn-out, clearly relishing in her humiliation with every passing second.
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.
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! Ugh, eww!? Oh my God, STOP!” she screamed, her voice breaking as panic and fury overtook her. "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 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!"
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. 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.
Her face burned with rage and humiliation as she shrieked, “W-why are you licking my a-armpit?! Pleeease, it’s so disgusting! When are you going to stop?!” Her words came out in panicked, pressured bursts, each one breaking under the weight of the unbearable lickling.
Bo pulled back just enough to speak, the tickling stopping momentarily. “Mmm, darlin’! Lickin’ your pretty little armpits is far better than just sniffin’ ‘em! I can’t get enough of that sweet, girly taste. I could do this for hours, just savorin’ that yummy taste of your pits,” he drawled, his breath hot against her skin. “You’re lucky they taste so good... 'cause if they didn’t, I’d just have to tickle you until they did.”
Karina’s face winced with disgust as the words sank in. She couldn’t believe he actually enjoyed this, dragging his tongue up and down in her underarm like he had every right to.
That last part he said lingered in her mind, making her heart sink with dread—she was now terrified that eventually, her armpits would smell bad. The idea of him using that as another excuse to torment her, to humiliate her even more, filled her with dread. She could feel a new layer of anxiety settle over her, knowing that it wasn’t just the tickling she had to worry about anymore.
Karina’s voice cracked with frustration as she glared at him. “They’re ARMPITS, okay?? They’re not always going to smell fresh, especially not with your dirty fingers digging around and soaking them in your gross spit! I can practically smell your breath from here!” She shook her head, disgusted by the whole situation, the thought of him using her own body against her in such a twisted way making her blood boil.
Bo’s grin faltered for a moment, and he looked almost offended by her words. “Oh, my breath smells, huh?” he teased, his grin widening. “Well, now it’s all over your BELLY too!” Without missing a beat, he blew a sloppy, wet raspberry directly onto her tummy, the spittle splattering across her skin. He didn’t pause, continuing to lick it up and down her exposed belly, gleefully spreading the mess all over her, his eyes locked on hers, savoring her reaction.
Karina screamed, “NOO!! UGH, EWW!! STOP IT! THAT’S SO GROSS, I SAID I DON’T WANT YOUR SPIT ON ME! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?? GET IT OFF NOW!!” Her body twisted, trying to avoid his face just centimeters from her belly, but she couldn’t escape his relentless attention.
Bo leaned in close, his grin widening as he prepared for the next move. "No, darlin’, I think I’d rather keep blowin’ into this little belly right here," he said with twisted delight, his breath hot against her skin.
With that, he pressed his lips firmly against her exposed tummy and blew a long, forceful raspberry. PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT His lips vibrated through her entire body, the wet, sloppy raspberry drenching her belly in a cascade of spit. Her belly skin rippled with the force of it, her muscles twitching involuntarily as the sensation of the his rough lips and sticky saliva spread across her skin. The pressure of the raspberry made her whole body jolt, sending ticklish waves shooting up her spine.
Karina screamed, her body shaking in uncontrollable laughter. “AHH! NO, STOP! I CAN’T—HAHA—TAKE IT!”
But Bo didn’t stop. Not waiting a single moment, he continued to blow rapid, quicker raspberries, PFFT PFFT PFFT PFFT PFFT, each one landing in different spots across her belly in Bo's classic unpredictable fashion. One right above her ribs, another on her soft sides, one right on her bellybutton, then one just below her navel, followed by another near her hip, and even a few more on the sides of her waist, the short bursts of spit making her body jump with each hit.
As each raspberry hit, it wasn’t just the wet sound that tickled—his rough beard brushed against her sensitive stomach, and worst of all, his face wiggled inwards with each blow, sending an extra wave of ticklish discomfort through her. The rapid fire of ticklish attacks left Karina breathless, her laughter uncontrollable as her stomach trembled under his relentless assault.
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. 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. “Please! I CANT TAKE IT!! Don’t—NO!! PLEAE!” she begged, but he only responded with a gleeful chuckle.
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.
Finally, hours after the tickling ordeal had begun, he eventually 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, darlin', you really think I'd stop after watchin' you squirm like that? No, no… I think I'm gonna have to keep ya all to myself." His voice dropped to a low, menacing tone. "From now on, I’m gonna play with that pretty lil’ belly of yours every day. Every morning, I’ll wake up and get to work on them armpits until you’re all sweaty and desperate."
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. Karina’s body reacted instinctively, screams bursting forth in desperate, explosive fits. “NONO NO!! Not again!! I HATE IT I HATE IT!!" The speed and intensity brought her right back to the brutal onslaught she had just endured, each poke sending jolts of stress and panic through her body.
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 in my room 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 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. 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.
After he finished securing her to the bedframe, he leaned in closer, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Oh, and I have a little rule for you here,” he said, his voice dripping with malice. "No more shirts for you," he muttered darkly, “Your tummy stays out in the open. That’s my rule.”
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 grinned at her, savoring the fear in her eyes, before completely ignoring her question. Without a second thought, he felt obliged to lean in again, returning his face directly to her exposed armpit. His tongue slid up and down her sensitive skin trying to lick up as much of her as he can. “Can’t help it, darlin’. Your armpits just look so tasty when you’re mad.”
“Eeeeww! Get out of theree! You said we were just going to sleep! Stop licking me!!” She yelled in pure disgust of what he was doing, squirming away as far as she can.
Bo continued to press his face into her armpit, his tongue working with slow, deliberate motions. He seemed to be lost in a trance, his eyes closed, ignoring Karina's frantic pleas as he focused solely on the sensation beneath his lips, "Please, just let me sleep!"
Bo paused, pulling back slightly with a twisted grin. "Go ahead, darlin'. Try to sleep." His voice was laced with mock sweetness, but he didn’t stop, his tongue returning to her armpit without hesitation.
“I can’t sleep if you’re doing that!” she exclaimed, her voice growing more desperate as she fought against the inevitable. The feeling of his tongue against her sensitive skin was enough to keep her wide awake, her body tensing in response.
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 long? 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 bombshell wrapped in professionalism. Her colleagues admired her, not just for her sharp mind and leadership, but because she was utterly captivating and beautiful—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.
She jolted awake, hastily pulling on a bra and snatching up the only shirt she could find—a slightly shrunken tank top from the dryer. No matter how much she yanked at the fabric, it refused to cooperate, leaving her stomach largely exposed.
Karina wasn’t the kind of woman to walk around with her stomach on display—she always thought it looked trashy, something she would never feel comfortable doing. Worst of all, her bellybutton peeked out from the shrunken fabric, and the sight of it left her feeling utterly embarrassed, as if she were somehow betraying the professional image she worked so hard to cultivate.
She’d always thought bellybuttons looked weird and gross—far too personal to be showing. Most of all, she’d always been self-conscious about her own navel, worried that people might stare—or, even worse, make inappropriate comments. But this was an emergency, and she didn’t have time to dwell on modesty. Flustered, she grabbed a pair of shorts and bolted into the hallway, hoping no one would notice too much.
The ship groaned under the storm’s force as she made her way to the deck, the warm, humid air and 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 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 the cold ocean water 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, Karina’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 shrunken tank top had ridden up even more during the storm, exposing her slender and toned midsection—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 beautiful and radiant 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 stomach showing, 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 body with a sense of possessive delight. The realization hit him with a surge of satisfaction— that he could now do whatever he pleased with this alluring woman. This was, without question, the best day of the man’s 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 realized she was standing upright, her arms pulled high above her head. Panic rippled through her when she noticed the rough ropes binding her wrists to a wooden post. The position left her utterly helpless—and terrifyingly vulnerable.
She blinked, trying to clear her vision. The room was dimly lit, with the smell of a putrid musk and damp wood filling her senses. Panic set in as she realized she wasn’t rescued, she was captured.
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 his eyes 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.”
“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. Now, you’re all mine, darlin’, and I’m fixin’ to show you some real Southern hospitality.” He chuckled, his voice dropping into a low, Southern drawl, his crooked smile spreading across his face.
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.”
Then, with a sudden shift, his eyes dropped to her exposed stomach, and he couldn’t help but smile hungrily. “You know what else is cute? That pretty little tummy o’ yours! So soft and smooth, every little bump, every curve... Why do you city folk always go 'round parading your bellies like that? You must love lettin’ everyone see that belly don’t ya?”
Karina squirmed against her restraints, she couldn’t believe the way he was talking about her stomach. “Ugh, don’t talk about it like that! This isn’t some kind of show for you! It shrunk in the dryer, I hate having my stomach showing! Especially for some creep like you to gawk at!” She was caught off guard with his words. Her eyes searched his face, trying to make sense of it all.
She hadn’t expected this kind of attention, especially not from this stranger. She hated that in this outfit, he could just look at her stomach, and the way he spoke about it was just... intrusive.
“…W-why are you doing all of this?” she asked, her tone no longer sharp but weary.
As she spoke, Bo disappeared from her line of sight, moving behind the post to which she was tied. She could no longer see him, but she felt his presence, looming and ominous.
Suddenly, cold fingers grazed her waist, and her tank top began creeping upward, his dirty fingers planted all over her soft skin. The fabric gathered just under her ribs, leaving her stomach starkly exposed. The chill of the air brushed against her bare skin, sending an involuntary shudder through her body.
"Put my shirt back down! What do you want from me??” Karina screamed, her voice rising in alarm, cut off by the unsettling realization that he was rolling up her tank top so that her stomach was completely exposed, an inexplicable focus of his attention. This strange and deliberate act deepened the mystery and her fear. It became clear that he was going to do something to her stomach, something wrong and perverted.
“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 belly, 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! You need to untie me RIGHT NOW.”
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. Her stomach was completely out, her tank top rolled up past her ribs, leaving her painfully aware that he had free rein to do whatever he wanted.
His grin widened at her reaction, eyes glinting with dark amusement. “Truth is, I just can’t help it. You got your whole darn belly stickin’ out of that shirt! Makes me just wanna tickle ya silly!”
Her heart sank; she knew this shrunken tank top would be the end of her.
Before she could fully grasp the intent behind his words, Karina felt his hands clamp around her waist possesively, squeezing with a rough, pulsating force that was anything but gentle. The sudden pressure on such a sensitive area of hers caught her off guard, prompting an instinctive, sharp "HEY!" as she gasped and tried desperately to twist away.
What immediately followed from Karina was a reaction more of annoyance and discomfort, rather than the expected laughter and begging. “Ugh—Stop! What are you doing?! Get your hands off of me!” she yelled at him as he continued to squeeze her waist almost painfully, causing her to instinctively jolt around.
"If you didn’t want me touchin' your belly, maybe you shouldn’t be wearin’ a shirt like that. Now you’ve gotta deal with me findin’ out how sensitive it is!”
“Ugh! Would you stop that! You can’t just grab me like that, this is so weird!” She continued to squirm around as he pinched into her sides, determined to suppress any laughter and refusing to give him the satisfaction. She was hoping he would grow bored of her lack of response and eventually stop.
But then, without warning, his rough hands darted towards her ribs with menacing precision, destroying her ability to keep calm. "NO!! Get out of there!" Karina screamed, her voice more overwhelmed and panicked than when he was gripping her sides, making it painfully clear it was starting to become unbearable.
Initially, her body was bucking left and right, trying to “shoo” off his grabby hands, but the moment he touched her ribs, the overstimulation became too much for her. Her entire stomach practically turned to mush as he treated her ribs like steps on a staircase, his fingers rapidly climbing up and down sending her into a spiteful frenzy.
She couldn’t hold it in any longer and began to laugh and squirm under his relentless touch, a natural and reflexive response that she couldn't control despite not wanting to reveal her ticklishness. "Wh-what the hell are you—HAHA! STOP IT! You are such a creep! I’m begging you to stop!” she shrieked, her voice breaking between fits of laughter.
His fingers, unclean and calloused, continued to zero in on her sensitive ribs, sending electrifying shocks through her entire body with each expert poke. His touches were calculated, each one meticulously aimed to provoke the strongest reaction as he delved into her most vulnerable area, transforming his invasive actions into a chilling display of dominance.
Quickly, she realized this tickling was not normal. It wasn’t playful nor fun; it was mean and abusive. As her laughter and frantic struggles intensified, so did his enthusiasm. Her reactions seemed to fuel his actions, each giggle and squirm driving him to tickle her even harder.
“Okay, okay—HAHA!! I’m ticklish, I'm ticklish! That’s enough! Hahahah stop it!" Karina's voice broke through her uncontrollable laughter, a mixture of surrender and begging, as she admitted defeat.
But his fingers only continued their relentless invasion, dancing across her tummy with torturous precision. He alternated between sharp jabs that made her jolt and light, feathery touches that sent waves of ticklish agony through her. He could feel her tummy muscles quivering beneath his fingertips, trembling uncontrollably from the overwhelming sensation.
"STOP, PLEASE! I said I’m ticklish already—you’re freaking me out! This is so fucking weird!!" she screamed, her voice laced with confusion and terror. She was utterly puzzled, her mind racing, unable to comprehend why he was doing this. Bo chuckled darkly at her dismay, clearly enjoying every second of her discomfort, and continued to press down on her ribs with relentless pressure.
Karina wondered in desperation why he wasn't stopping. She had already admitted she was ticklish; in any other situation, that would be enough for someone to stop.
"W-why won't you stop??" Karina snapped, her tone angered and scolding as he continued to poke and prod at her stomach. "You're being really weird—I hate being tickled! Cut it out, this isn't funny!"
"Oh, you don’t get it, do ya?" he drawled, his voice dripping with a Southern twang. “Darlin’, I’ve got a real messed up obsession with ticklin’. And now that I’ve got ya here, I finally got myself a little 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?”
Karina was overcome with pure disgust at his words and the sheer absurdity of it. She couldn’t believe what he had just said, and the she could hardly respond while his fingers mercilessly continued to tickle her.
“You want me to—HAHA—“pretend” I’m a mermaid?? What the hell is wrong with you?!” she shouted, her voice rising as she squirmed violently against the relentless sensation. “You CAN’T just force your sick fantasies on me! STAHAHAHAP tickling me, you FREAK!” she screamed, barely able to get the words out as his fingers shifted lower, abandoning her ribs. Instead, his fingers clawed into the soft area just above her hips, kneading and squeezing with calculated pressure.
“No, not there—please!” Karina gasped, her body jolting at the sudden change in his touch. His fingers dug into her soft lower belly with relentless intensity, roaming hungrily across her tummy surface. Every motion was deliberate and merciless, as if he was determined to overwhelm her, pushing her closer to the brink until she had no choice but to give in completely.
Karina began to whimper submissively and squirm angrily, her movements frantic and defiant, almost like a spoiled brat struggling against a punishment she couldn’t escape.
Suddenly, Bo paused, his eyes roaming over her panting body, a satisfied grin spreading across his face, clearly pleased with Karina’s extremely ticklish stomach. “Well, hot damn!” he drawled, his grin widening as he watched her squirm.
“I hit the JACKPOT with you, darlin'! You gotta be the most TICKLISH girl in the whole damn world,” he drawled, his voice dripping with twisted delight. “And this here’s the sexiest little tummy I’ve ever laid eyes on. So lean and slender, I can feel your little tummy muscles twitchin’ every time I touch it. I just love jigglin’ it like this!”
To emphasize his point, his nails digged right back in, this time grasping into her entire stomach, shaking it with an exaggerated motion that sent shockwaves through her. “NOO!! AGHH!” Karina let out a piercing scream, her body bucking violently as the sudden roughness overwhelmed her already frazzled nerves.
“Ain’t hardly gotta do a thing, and this little mermaids already squirmin’ and turnin’ into putty in my hands.” Bo continued jiggling her stomach around relentlessly, making Karina frantically jolt and squirm away.
"I’m not your fucking mermaid! Hahaha STOP it already! You can’t just treat me like this! PLEASE STOP!! Hahahaha!” Karina yelled through fits of helpless laughter, her voice cracking as she writhed against the relentless tickling, every word a struggle to get out.
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. “KOOCHIE KOOCHIE KOO, darlin’! Can’t handle a little ticklin’, huh? Thought you was a tough girl!”
Karina’s laugh-ridden voice shot back between frantic gasps, “How is anyone supposed to be—HAHAHA—tough when you’re tickling them, you idiot?! This is beyond childish! GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY STOMACH!”
Karina was the type who didn’t like to be touched, and preferred when others kept their hands to themselves. She especially hated when guys would try to tickle her, it forced her to act in a manner she didn’t want to portray. Needless to say, this situation was turning into a nightmare.
Despite her civil pleas, he continued to bizzarely dance his fingers now all over her exposed stomach, squeezing and digging into her soft flesh in excess.
He was relentless, continuing to switch 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. The next, he would dig in with intentional pressure, each squeeze sending jolts of laughter causing her to viciously shake her hips in vain.
There was no moment of comfort; every time she thought she might catch her breath, he would switch tactics again. He would squeeze her soft belly, then skitter his fingers lightly along the curve of her waist, only to follow it up with firm, relentless kneading just above her hips, exploiting every sensitive spot he could find. Whenever he would run out of ideas, he would focus on attacking her sensitive ribs as if they were his home base. This unpredictability drove her absolutely crazy, as she couldn’t brace herself for his next move, each change in technique leaving her more overwhelmed than the last.
She was already helplessly submitting to his strange display of dominance, but it wasn’t enough. His relentless pursuit for more made her begin to truly fear him.
“Now, darlin’,” he drawled, dragging his rough fingers lightly over the smooth surface of her now trembling stomach, “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 ribs, pressing and squeezing without mercy. It felt like she was being electrocuted. “NOOOOO!!!! STOP!!” She screamed in response. 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!” Bo seemed even more excited that she was reluctant to say her name, as if it were a new challenge for him to conquer.
His fingers then wrapped possessively around the front of her stomach, holding on to her entire tummy as though it belonged entirely to him. With all his fingers, he pressed down with each one in a random, chaotic rhythm, sending sharp bursts of ticklish agony through her. His relentless effort nearly caused his own hands to cramp from how hard he was going. She twisted and bucked while whimpering for him to stop, desperate to break free from his ticklish grasp.
She tried to fight off his tickling as long as she could, 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, huh?" he drawled, his grin widening with a wicked glint in his eyes. "What a delicate name for someone so damn ticklish. I just LOOVE tickling my little Karina’s pretty belly," he said, but his fingers never left their position wrapped all over her trembling stomach.
Instead, he dug them in harder, pressing them mercilessly against her tender skin again in that chaotic rhythm. 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 wasn’t going to stop—he never intended to. He just wanted to see how quickly he could break her into giving up something as simple as her name. As Karina’s frantic laughter continued to filled the room, Bo chuckled, his grin widening. “Well, darlin’, you took too long to answer!” he drawled, his tone mockingly stern. “Now, your belly is gonna be my little piano!” he added with a twisted laugh, his hands shifting with sudden, renewed energy.
With his fingers still splayed across the front of her tummy, he continued pressing down, treating her belly like it was a piano. He jabbed and poked down in unpredictable bursts, slamming each finger deep into her skin as if he were playing an impossibly fast song, the intensity making her buck and twist uncontrollably. “NOOOO!! Don’t do that please! Please-HAHAHAHA-STOP IT!” The erratic rhythm drove her wild, leaving her gasping for air between her screams of laughter. Karina screamed and bucked violently, her body jerking with every chaotic poke as he worked her over with almost manic intensity. The sharp, chaotic pokes felt like shocks to her nerves, each one pulling desperate, gasping laughter from her lips.
But then, Bo did stop, stepping back as Karina sagged against the post, gasping for air. Her stomach was flushed red from his relentless tickling, and a bead of sweat began to form on her temple as she locked eyes with him, her chest rising and falling heavily.
He stood in front of her now, silent, his eyes fixed on something completely new... her helplessly raised arms. The weight of his stare sent a shiver through her as the seconds stretched unnervingly long. His grin widened, slow and deliberate, as if he had just discovered something new to fixate on.
“Well, would ya look at that…” he drawled, his tone dripping with twisted fascination. “Darlin’, you’ve got the PRETTIEST little ARMPITS I’ve ever seen! So smooth and fresh-lookin’.”
Karina looked at him with disgust, still panting but now in utter disbelief of what he just said. Bo’s grin widened as his eyes lingered, a twisted glint of curiosity lighting up his face. “Tell me somethin’, darlin’,” he drawled, his Southern twang thick and unnerving. “Do these sweet little armpits of yours ever get a bit… stinky? Bet even then, they’d still smell real nice.”
Her breath hitched as she glared at him, her chest still heaving. The sheer absurdity and perversity of his question made her blood boil. "What kind of question is that?! They’re just armpits—stop looking at them like that!" she snapped, her voice sharp and furious, laced with both anger and lingering humiliation.
Before Karina could even register his intent, he quickly dove in forward without warning, burying his face DIRECTLY into her exposed armpit. Karina’s voice erupted into a high-pitched scream, a mix of shock and utter dismay at the sheer audacity and unsettling nature of his action. She could feel him nuzzling against her skin, the coarse beard on his face brushing against her. Then came the sniffing—deep, deliberate, and completely unashamed. She felt him inhale in rapid, shallow sniffs, almost like a dog frantically searching for a hidden treat.
She jerked back, her eyes blazing with a mix of outrage and disbelief. “How dare you! Don't smell me there, you absolute creep! What the hell is wrong with you?!” she spat, her voice trembling with equal parts shock and anger. The act itself felt impossibly crude—something so beneath her world of office decorum that she could hardly grasp it was really happening.
It wasn’t just disgusting—it was violating. She had never felt so uncomfortably aware of her own body. But now, with his face buried so intimately against her skin, sniffing her like some kind of animal, she couldn’t stop the wave of embarrassment.
She hoped they smelled bad, that it would make him recoil, but he just stayed there, burrowed into her armpit and sniffing it endlessly. What bothered her more was the thought that he now knew something so personal about her—something as private as the natural scent of her own armpit.
The realization irritated her deeply, knowing it would only give him more fuel to tease her or twist it into some perverted game, using it to humiliate her further.
A wild, almost manic gleam lit up Bo’s eyes as he straightened, a grin stretching across his face. “HOOO-WEEE, darlin’, that smell is downright ADDICTIVE!” he exclaimed, his Southern drawl growing more animated, more unhinged.
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. He breathed it in deeper, savoring the sensation of being so close, so immersed in this erotic, forbidden body part of Karina.
“MMMM, 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 that little tang in there too. JUST PERFECT!! You're a real healthy gal, I’m half tempted to dive right back in and soak it up some more,” he declared, sounding almost proud of himself.
“No… NO! Are you KIDDING me?! That is so fucking weird! Don’t you dare do that again! You can’t just… smell my underarm like that—what is wrong with you!!” Karina’s felt almost ridiculous having to say this to him, but she couldn’t stop herself. It was beyond humiliating. Her armpit wasn’t something to be sniffed, not something that should even be the focus of anyone’s attention, they were just armpits... not some delicacy for him to indulge.
She was left speechless, her eyes locking onto him with a mix of concern and utter disgust, a growing fear of what he might be capable of tightening in her chest.
“Don't be shy darlin’, I love your little armpit smell. But here’s the real question: are your armpits all sensitive, too? ’Cause I’m bettin’ you’d squirm real good if I went in with my fingers.”
"NO! Don’t even think about it! I'm not even ticklish there!" Her words lacked conviction, and the cold shiver that ran down her spine betrayed her growing dread. His wicked grin only widened at her protest, as if her denial was all the confirmation he needed.
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 quiver in fear. If he found out, there’d be no stopping him, and she'd be reduced to nothing but a laughing mess, her armpits being the new favorite target for endless tickling. 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, his fingers inching slowly toward her armpits. “Oh, this is gonna be a real treat,” he murmured, his voice low and dripping with an almost predatory eagerness for his newfound target.
His fingers hovered just inches over her exposed armpits, and she clenched her jaw, wincing her face, 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 absolute 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!!” The sensation of his fingers in her armpits felt completely wrong—an invasion of the most personal, vulnerable part of her body that made her skin crawl. He wasn’t doing it gently, either; every touch was forced, in the hardest, most relentless way he could manage, making the torment unbearable.
“OH! So you thought you could LIE to me, huh?” he snapped, his grin twisting into something more menacing as his fingers dug into her armpits deeper causing her to scream continuously. He chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying her reaction. “Aww what’s the matter? Can’t handle a little ticklin’ in yer armpits?"
His fingers clawed mercilessly directly in her deep hollows, 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 kept 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 spot. She knew it was all over from here.
He leaned in closer, eyes sparkling with twisted joy. “Poor baby! Did I find your weak spot?” he exclaimed, his voice dripping with delight. “Looks like you shaved them fresh just for me!”
He continued to torment her, fingers dancing deep in her armpits as she switched between pleas and frantic laughter, each moment feeling like a delicious victory for him.
Bo began to experiment with different ways to torment her armpits. “Here come the spiiiider fingers! Kitchy kitchy koo, they’re gonna getcha!” he teased in an exaggerated, singsong tone, his fingers skittering across her skin like tiny, relentless spiders. His fingers alternated between light, crawling motions and quick, targeted taps, each method sending new waves of ticklish agony shooting through her.
Karina screamed, her voice breaking as her body twisted violently in a desperate attempt to escape. “N-NO!! NOOOAHAHAHAHAH!! STOP crawling your fingers like that!—I CAN’T TAKE IT!!” she cried, her words tumbling out between frantic bursts of laughter. His relentless "spiders" worked with cruel precision, creeping into every inch of her exposed underarms, each skittering motion leaving her more breathless and hysterical.
“Oh, these spiders just LOOVE your soft, TICKLISH armpits!” he cooed, leaning in closer as his fingers worked with unrelenting energy. He wiggled them lightly near the edges of her armpits before suddenly digging them deeper into the center of her soft hollows, sending her into a fresh round of squeals and frantic squirming. The shifts in pressure and speed made the sensation unbearable, keeping her nerves on edge as he explored every vulnerable spot of her underarms.
"Oh my God, please—STOP! AHH—G-get out of my armpits, you freak! STOP IT!" 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 ridiculous this situation was. She could not stand his fingers crawling around in her armpits, each deliberate movement sending shockwaves of laughter through her body as she squirmed, desperate to escape the ticklish torment.
For a fleeting moment, Bo’s relentless spider-crawling ceased, his hands retreating just enough to give her a break—but not enough to offer comfort. Karina’s chest heaved, her breathing ragged and uneven as she slumped back against the post.
Her wide, fearful eyes locking onto his with a mix of disbelief and dread. Her lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out—just the sound of her shallow, frantic panting. She looked completely terrified, her body trembling, dreading the moment his hands would return to her helpless, restrained armpits.
Bo paused the spider crawling for a moment, his grin widening as he tilted his head in mock curiosity. "Aww, darlin’, the spider fingers were fun, but what if I told ya that just one finger can be worse than all the spiders combined?"
he teased, his voice dripping with condescension.
Karina kept quiet, too scared to respond, especially after he caught her lying about her armpits not being ticklish. Any words would only fuel his cruel amusement. She knew, though—whatever twisted game he was playing, it was just going to lead to more torment. The idea of more tickling, more humiliation, felt like too much to bear. She just wanted it to stop.
Bo smirked, watching her silent, exhausted state. “Oh, don’t wanna talk to me now, huh? That’s fine, darlin'... this is gonna make you sing like a mermaid.”
It was pointless, it didn’t matter whether she talked back or stayed quiet—nothing she did worked against him, she was playing into his hands either way. Karina tensed, bracing herself for whatever cruel move he had planned next.
Slowly, he lifted both hands, extending a single index finger in each, and placed it directly into the center of her armpit. The sensation was immediate and maddening as he began to curl and uncurl his finger in a slow, deliberate motion, as though beckoning her skin to respond. The finger teased every delicate nerve hidden in the deep hollow, sending sharp, ticklish jolts radiating outward.
But the slow torment didn’t last. The curling motions began to quicken, his fingers moving with greater speed, skittering and pressing deeper into the sensitive skin. Her body convulsed with the heightened intensity, her laughter turning into sharp, high-pitched screams. "AHHH! NO, PLEASE—HAHAHA—STOP! I CAN’T—AHH—TAKE IT!!" Karina screamed and screamed, her voice frantic and breaking with each desperate laugh. Her body jerked helplessly, trying to escape the relentless assault. "I CAN’T—I’M GONNA LOSE MY MIND—HAHAA—PLEASE STOP, PLEASE! I CAN’T—AHH—TAKE ANYMORE!"
Then, just as her nerves were fraying from the rapid motion, he changed tactics again. His fingers dug in hard, poking as deep as he can into each of her armpits, a stark contrast to the previous light skittering. “AHHHHH!! OH MY GOD, STOP!!” she screamed, her entire body jolting violently against the restraints. The forceful digging sent shockwaves through her, igniting every nerve in a way that left her completely helpless, unable to do anything but thrash and beg incoherently. “No more—HAHAHA! Not the armpits, not the armpits!! PLEASE!! Go somewhere else!” she wailed, her words lost in the storm of frantic laughter and piercing screams.
Bo suddenly paused, grinning wickedly as he noticed the light dotting of sweat forming in her armpits. “OOH! Someone’s armpits are gettin’ sweaty. What, a little ticklin’ got ya all worked up? Now it's time to sniff—see how much sweeter you’ve gotten!” he taunted, his voice dripping with mock excitement.
Without hesitation, he dove in again, burying his face deep into one armpit, nuzzling against her damp skin as he inhaled exaggeratedly. "Oh, for the love of—STOP! You seriously can’t keep burying your face there!" she screamed, recoiling in pure disgust, her body twisting desperately to escape his unsettling fixation.
At the same time, his other hand remained in the opposite armpit, unleashing all five of his relentless fingers. He began spider-crawling ruthlessly again, with every finger working in perfect, tormenting unison, making every nerve in her body flare with intense, unbearable discomfort. She squirmed in disgust, trying to twist away from his invasive presence, but the ropes kept her firmly in place.
Despite how crude and invasive the armpit sniffing was, Karina found herself almost relieved she was getting a break from one of her underarms. Her laughter spilled uncontrollably from his relentless spider-crawling, but she clenched her jaw against the revulsion of his face buried in her other arm. It was humiliating beyond words, but the tickling was so maddening that she could hardly focus on his face burrowed into her armpit.
“Stop it stop it STAHAHOP!!—STOP TICKLING MEEEE!!” she screamed through the hysteria, desperate for relief from the merciless fingers tormenting her armpit. She twisted and squirmed, her body shaking violently as his assault continued, her mind unable to keep up with the dual sensations of invasive torment.
But then... just as Karina thought she could block out the sensation of him sniffing fiendishly in her underarm, something far worse happened.
She froze in horror as his warm, wet tongue made contact with her armpit. He dragged it slowly, deliberately, up and down the sensitive hollow of her armpit, the disgusting wetness soaking every molecule of sweat she had. She couldn't believe it, he was actually licking her bare armpit. Never in her life did she think she would be subjected to something so gross and perverted.
“EEWWW! Oh my GOD! Did you just LICK me?! You don’t LICK someone’s ARMPIT!!! That’s the most disgusting thing anyone has ever done!" she screamed, at the top of her lungs, her voice scolding and offended. Karina couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth, the sheer absurdity of having to scold a grown man for such revolting behavior. It was like dealing with an overgrown child who refused to understand a woman's boundaries, utterly baffled by his lack of shame.
But Bo only smiled continued, never leaving her soft hollows. To him, licking the armpit of someone as beautiful and perfect as Karina was a wild, almost obsessive fantasy come to life. He leaned in closer, his mouth wide open, having his tongue brush against the delicate skin of her armpit as he took slow, deliberate licks, savoring every moment as if he couldn’t get enough. The invasive licking was unbearable, every nerve in her body screaming in disgust as he dragged his tongue across the curve of her armpit, making each stroke exaggerated and drawn-out, clearly relishing in her humiliation with every passing second.
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.
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! Ugh, eww!? Oh my God, STOP!” she screamed, her voice breaking as panic and fury overtook her. "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 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!"
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. 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.
Her face burned with rage and humiliation as she shrieked, “W-why are you licking my a-armpit?! Pleeease, it’s so disgusting! When are you going to stop?!” Her words came out in panicked, pressured bursts, each one breaking under the weight of the unbearable lickling.
Bo pulled back just enough to speak, the tickling stopping momentarily. “Mmm, darlin’! Lickin’ your pretty little armpits is far better than just sniffin’ ‘em! I can’t get enough of that sweet, girly taste. I could do this for hours, just savorin’ that yummy taste of your pits,” he drawled, his breath hot against her skin. “You’re lucky they taste so good... 'cause if they didn’t, I’d just have to tickle you until they did.”
Karina’s face winced with disgust as the words sank in. She couldn’t believe he actually enjoyed this, dragging his tongue up and down in her underarm like he had every right to.
That last part he said lingered in her mind, making her heart sink with dread—she was now terrified that eventually, her armpits would smell bad. The idea of him using that as another excuse to torment her, to humiliate her even more, filled her with dread. She could feel a new layer of anxiety settle over her, knowing that it wasn’t just the tickling she had to worry about anymore.
Karina’s voice cracked with frustration as she glared at him. “They’re ARMPITS, okay?? They’re not always going to smell fresh, especially not with your dirty fingers digging around and soaking them in your gross spit! I can practically smell your breath from here!” She shook her head, disgusted by the whole situation, the thought of him using her own body against her in such a twisted way making her blood boil.
Bo’s grin faltered for a moment, and he looked almost offended by her words. “Oh, my breath smells, huh?” he teased, his grin widening. “Well, now it’s all over your BELLY too!” Without missing a beat, he blew a sloppy, wet raspberry directly onto her tummy, the spittle splattering across her skin. He didn’t pause, continuing to lick it up and down her exposed belly, gleefully spreading the mess all over her, his eyes locked on hers, savoring her reaction.
Karina screamed, “NOO!! UGH, EWW!! STOP IT! THAT’S SO GROSS, I SAID I DON’T WANT YOUR SPIT ON ME! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?? GET IT OFF NOW!!” Her body twisted, trying to avoid his face just centimeters from her belly, but she couldn’t escape his relentless attention.
Bo leaned in close, his grin widening as he prepared for the next move. "No, darlin’, I think I’d rather keep blowin’ into this little belly right here," he said with twisted delight, his breath hot against her skin.
With that, he pressed his lips firmly against her exposed tummy and blew a long, forceful raspberry. PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT His lips vibrated through her entire body, the wet, sloppy raspberry drenching her belly in a cascade of spit. Her belly skin rippled with the force of it, her muscles twitching involuntarily as the sensation of the his rough lips and sticky saliva spread across her skin. The pressure of the raspberry made her whole body jolt, sending ticklish waves shooting up her spine.
Karina screamed, her body shaking in uncontrollable laughter. “AHH! NO, STOP! I CAN’T—HAHA—TAKE IT!”
But Bo didn’t stop. Not waiting a single moment, he continued to blow rapid, quicker raspberries, PFFT PFFT PFFT PFFT PFFT, each one landing in different spots across her belly in Bo's classic unpredictable fashion. One right above her ribs, another on her soft sides, one right on her bellybutton, then one just below her navel, followed by another near her hip, and even a few more on the sides of her waist, the short bursts of spit making her body jump with each hit.
As each raspberry hit, it wasn’t just the wet sound that tickled—his rough beard brushed against her sensitive stomach, and worst of all, his face wiggled inwards with each blow, sending an extra wave of ticklish discomfort through her. The rapid fire of ticklish attacks left Karina breathless, her laughter uncontrollable as her stomach trembled under his relentless assault.
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. 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. “Please! I CANT TAKE IT!! Don’t—NO!! PLEAE!” she begged, but he only responded with a gleeful chuckle.
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.
Finally, hours after the tickling ordeal had begun, he eventually 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, darlin', you really think I'd stop after watchin' you squirm like that? No, no… I think I'm gonna have to keep ya all to myself." His voice dropped to a low, menacing tone. "From now on, I’m gonna play with that pretty lil’ belly of yours every day. Every morning, I’ll wake up and get to work on them armpits until you’re all sweaty and desperate."
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. Karina’s body reacted instinctively, screams bursting forth in desperate, explosive fits. “NONO NO!! Not again!! I HATE IT I HATE IT!!" The speed and intensity brought her right back to the brutal onslaught she had just endured, each poke sending jolts of stress and panic through her body.
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 in my room 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 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. 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.
After he finished securing her to the bedframe, he leaned in closer, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Oh, and I have a little rule for you here,” he said, his voice dripping with malice. "No more shirts for you," he muttered darkly, “Your tummy stays out in the open. That’s my rule.”
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 grinned at her, savoring the fear in her eyes, before completely ignoring her question. Without a second thought, he felt obliged to lean in again, returning his face directly to her exposed armpit. His tongue slid up and down her sensitive skin trying to lick up as much of her as he can. “Can’t help it, darlin’. Your armpits just look so tasty when you’re mad.”
“Eeeeww! Get out of theree! You said we were just going to sleep! Stop licking me!!” She yelled in pure disgust of what he was doing, squirming away as far as she can.
Bo continued to press his face into her armpit, his tongue working with slow, deliberate motions. He seemed to be lost in a trance, his eyes closed, ignoring Karina's frantic pleas as he focused solely on the sensation beneath his lips, "Please, just let me sleep!"
Bo paused, pulling back slightly with a twisted grin. "Go ahead, darlin'. Try to sleep." His voice was laced with mock sweetness, but he didn’t stop, his tongue returning to her armpit without hesitation.
“I can’t sleep if you’re doing that!” she exclaimed, her voice growing more desperate as she fought against the inevitable. The feeling of his tongue against her sensitive skin was enough to keep her wide awake, her body tensing in response.
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 long? 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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