"Allison let Amber hang for a while. It was hard; she could practically smell her fear and anticipation. Trapped in her bindings, Amber had all the time in the world to contemplate what was next and how helpless she was to wait for it. Eventually, she felt the faintest scrape of fingernails on her tummy. So faint, in fact, that even though it made her giggle she questioned whether or not it was happening. This was another one of Allison's games... let the lee go crazy wondering if they were even being tickled, whether or not there was even a reason to laugh. Amber jerked and twisted repeatedly in her bonds. And then, she started making a strangled, mewing sound of frantic desperation through the gag and tape. What was happening? Was she going crazy? The faintest flicks of nails on her stretched tummy were both maddening and deceptive... like willow-the-wisps of tickletorture..."
