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First time posting so sorry if i do it wrong
CONTAINS: noncon tickling, urine, snakes.)
Wonder Woman carefully squeezed her way into the tight metal vent, the cool steel pressing against her as she maneuvered through. The sound of her lasso clinking against the walls echoed faintly in the confined space, and her boots scraped too loudly for comfort. She gritted her teeth.
This won’t work, she thought. If she was going to be stealthy, she needed to lighten her load.
She leaned back out of the very small air vent, luckily not too deep in.
She unfastened her golden lasso, sliding it off her hip and placing it gently behind her. As much as she loathed the idea of dropping any weapon, stealth like this required it.
Her boots came next—she pried them off, feeling the cool air rush over her now-bare feet. She flexed her toes, the trapped humidity inside escaping, already more nimble in the small space. The absence of weight and sound was an immediate relief. Now she could move more quietly, relying on her agility.
The vent is very narrow, and very short. Her feet peaked out of it, but the boots at least didn't scrape the metal anymore. It was like a tight coffin, one she could hardly even move in. The only way she could pull herself inside was a pipe at the very back. She grabbed it and held on while she pushed inside, her arms trapped upward.
She had to spy on the enemy. A henchman told her a meeting in this dank old warehouse would be happening, a very important one, God’s only know what they could be up too. If she was caught, it could be a disaster. This was a last minute call with 0 backup. Last thing she needed was another thing for batman to tease her with.
Crawling forward throught the very tight passage, Wonder Woman’s eyes were sharp as she wriggled inside, her palms against the metal but her feet feeling the cold a/c and carpet of the ground in the room. The air was thick with the scent of something ancient, and there was a faint hissing noise.
Finally, she reached the grate. Through the grate, she spotted Medusa herself, surrounded by relics and treasures stolen from countless victims. The gorgon was speaking to someone—her snake-like hair writhing as she spoke—but Wonder Woman couldn’t make out the words just yet. She leaned in closer, watching intently. A few of her henchmen were also talking about what sounded like plans.
Plans for others to come.
Suddenly, she froze. Something brushed her foot.
At first, she thought she’d imagined it, but then she felt it again—something soft but deliberate against the arch of her sole. Her eyes widened, heart racing. She bit her lip to keep from gasping aloud.
Another poke. This time it was a finger, pressing gently but mischievously against the sensitive skin of her sole. Wonder Woman had to clamp her hand over her mouth to suppress a reaction. The sensation tickled in the worst way possible—her body’s instinct was to jerk away, but she couldn’t risk making a sound. She could only endure it, listening as the figure teased her foot again, a silent threat in the dark.
Who on Gaia could that be?
Her breath came in slow, measured puffs as she kept her focus, even as another playful poke traced her arch. Whoever it was, they were taunting her, testing her control, but Wonder Woman’s discipline held firm.
She peered back through the grate, trying to focus on Medusa’s words, but her mind raced. Whoever was down there had found her weak point, and she had to be ready to act—without giving away her position.
Wonder Woman’s heart pounded in her chest as she felt the lazy finger trace up and down the arches of her large, bare feet .She clenched her jaw, doing everything in her power to keep her composure. But her feet—defenseless poking out of the vent—wiggled helplessly in response, flexing as they tried to escape the teasing touch.
The unseen tormentor on the other side of the wall seemed to relish her struggle. They slowly, methodically, moved from one foot to the other, their finger drawing deliberate, featherlight strokes along her instep and across her heel. Wonder Woman’s lips trembled behind the hand she held over her mouth. She could feel her resolve slipping as the ticklish sensation overwhelmed her.
Her toes flexed desperately, but then—before she could prepare herself—her lasso of truth, discarded just minutes earlier, snaked around her big toes. She felt it tighten, pulling her feet up and making her soles stretch taut, completely exposed. She knew her lassos feel anywhere. Her eyes widened in alarm, but she couldn’t make a sound. Medusas men were still just a few feet away, oblivious to the silent struggle happening above her.
The finger returned, this time with renewed focus. It traced intricate patterns on her stretched soles, gliding over her tender arches and teasing the balls of her feet. Wonder Woman’s body tensed, her muscles fighting the involuntary need to react. She felt the tickling in her core, a sensation so intense it made her whole body tremble with the effort to stay silent. Her toes, trapped by the rope, wiggled helplessly.
The tickling was unbearable now, the most intense she’d ever felt. Wonder Woman’s eyes watered, and her chest shook as she struggled to suppress the bubbling laughter that rose in her throat. Every time the finger circled a particularly sensitive spot, she had to bite down on her hand to keep from bursting out into uncontrollable giggles.
Her breathing came In sharp, shallow gasps. She could barely focus on Medusa anymore—the ticklish torment was all-consuming. Her powerful body, usually unbreakable in battle, was completely at the mercy of a playful finger and her own lasso. She could feel herself on the verge of giving in, laughter almost escaping, and she knew she had to act fast before her cover was blown. She turned her head down, trying not to laugh.
Wonder Woman strained, her powerful muscles flexing as she tried to free her arms, but the tight confines of the vent held her fast. She couldn't move an inch.
It was then she felt a ghost of a tickle graze under her arms.
Unseen fingers teasing her armpits felt light at first, barely a tickle, but that only made it worse. Her mind raced as the sensation intensified, her breath coming in sharp, shaky bursts. Was this magic? What was going on?
Then, the tormenter seemed to change tactics. Instead of the fluttering, chaotic movements, a single finger began to trace a slow, deliberate circle in the very center of her hairless armpit. The touch was maddeningly soft, just enough to tickle without overwhelming her all at once. Wonder Woman’s body tensed, every muscle taut, as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to fight off the laughter building inside her.
The finger continued its lazy, taunting circle, staying right in the center of her exposed hairless pit, barely moving but hitting the most sensitive spot. Her lips trembled as she desperately bit down, trying to hold back the flood of laughter that was dangerously close to breaking free. She could feel her composure slipping with each gentle stroke.
Her mind screamed for control, but her body was betraying her. The tickling was relentless, the finger tracing over the same tiny spot right in the center of her sole again and again. Every time it completed a circle, her resolve weakened. Her breath came in short, frantic gasps, and her chest heaved as she fought with everything she had not to make a sound. Her face was red, glistening with sweat, even her eyes watering.
But the finger didn’t stop. It pressed just a little harder, the circles tightening, focusing on that one impossibly sensitive nerve at the center of her underarm. Wonder Woman’s body jerked involuntarily, a tremor running through her as her resistance finally crumbled.
It was too much.
A sudden burst of laughter broke free, loud and clear. It echoed in the tight space, her voice bouncing off the walls of the vent. The dam had finally broken.
she squealed, cried, laughed-- she was nearly screaming as the ticklish feeling finally expressed itself.
She clamped her mouth shut again, her eyes wide with horror, but it was too late. The damage was done. Her body shook with the effort to contain more giggles, but the tickling hadn’t stopped. The single finger was still there, lazily drawing circles, now emboldened by her slip.
Wonder Woman laughed again, this time unable to stop herself, the sound spilling out despite her best efforts. The tickling sensation had her completely at its mercy, and her once unshakable resolve had dissolved into helpless, uncontrollable laughter.
At the sound of her own laughter, Wonder Woman’s body jerked in panic, her heart pounding as she realized she’d blown her cover.
“Ohhh boy, what do we have HERE?” a voice drawled, dripping with amusement.
Wonder Woman felt the familiar pull of her lasso tightening around her toes again, forcing the truth out of her before she could stop herself. “Wonder Woman… and I’m stuck,” she admitted, her voice filled with reluctant frustration and sarcasm “Who are you?”
The villain on the other side cackled, the sound echoing ominously around the lair. As Wonder Woman twisted her head, struggling unsuccessfully to see her captor, the answer came with chilling ease.
It was Medusa.
“Well, well,” Medusa hissed, her serpentine hair writhing. “Look what’s caught in my trap. You’ll be staying just like this, Wonder Woman.” There was a cruel glint in her voice, and Wonder Woman felt her stomach drop.
Medusa crouched down near her exposed feet, leaning in closer. “I have to ask,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery, “do you wear sleeveless tops so that villains will tickle those lovely, sensitive armpits of yours? Maybe you cast aside your boots so someone can take advantage of these toes?” Wonder Woman’s arms, still stretched ahead and trapped in the vent, felt exposed as Medusa continued to taunt her.
Medusa grinned, tracing her eyes over Wonder Woman’s pale bare soles, which twitched involuntarily at even being mentioned with her toes curling “Maybe this is all intentional. Maybe deep down, you wanted to be tickled all along.”
Wonder Woman’s cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and rage, but before she could form a retort, she felt a strange, creeping sensation against her feet. The small snakes on Medusa’s head slithered down, their tiny forked tongues flicking across the soles of Wonder Woman’s bare feet.
A sharp, ticklish jolt shot up her legs. Wonder Woman clenched her teeth, fighting the urge to react, but the snakes were persistent. They glided over her arches and curled around her toes, their tiny tongues flicking in delicate, torturous patterns. Wonder Woman’s toes flexed and curled, desperate to escape the sensation, but there was nowhere to go.
Her lips quivered as she tried to hold it in, but the tickling was unbearable. It was as though the snakes knew exactly how to torment her in the most sensitive spots. Their tongues fluttered over the balls of her feet, sending shockwaves of ticklish agony through her body.
A giggle escaped her lips, and Medusa grinned wickedly. “Oh, this is too good. You’re even more ticklish than I imagined.”
Wonder Woman’s body shook with laughter as the snakes continued their torment, slithering up and down her soles. Every inch of her skin felt alive with the ticklish assault. Despite her strength, despite her willpower, the laughter came in waves, spilling out uncontrollably.
Medusa leaned closer, her voice a soft, mocking whisper. “I knew it. Deep down, you wanted this.”
The snakes danced across her feet, and Wonder Woman could only laugh, trapped and helpless against the relentless, ticklish onslaught.
Medusa’s sinister laugh echoed throughout the lair as she watched Wonder Woman helplessly squirm, still trapped in the vent with her feet sticking out, her toes bound by the enchanted lasso. Every attempt to resist was futile, her body betraying her under the relentless tickling from Medusa’s serpentine hair.
But the gorgon wasn’t finished. With a dark, twisted smile, Medusa flicked her wrist, and two ghostly, glowing hands materialized, their fingers long and writhing like snakes. They slithered upward, disappearing into the vent toward Wonder Woman’s exposed upper body.
“I’ve ordained these hands just for you, Wonder Woman,” Medusa purred, her voice dripping with mockery. “You should feel honored. You’ll be tickled by my magic… and I assure you, they know exactly how to tease every little weak spot.”
Before Wonder Woman could even try to steel herself, the phantom hands reached her. They were thin hands with smaller fingers, tipped with sharp nails that looked made for tickling.
They hovered for a brief moment, as though savoring the anticipation, and then both hands descended, gently scratching their fingers right into the hollows of her trapped underarms. The moment the fingers made contact with her sensitive skin, Wonder Woman’s body jolted violently as if struck by lightning "HAHA-- NO-!” she gasped, the tickling sensation so intense that her composure shattered in an instant.
The ghostly fingers were merciless, wriggling in her now sweaty armpits with expert precision, tracing slow, deliberate patterns across the most sensitive areas. They tickled with agonizing slowness, focusing on the exact spots that made Wonder Woman’s muscles twitch and her body convulse with helpless laughter. Her arms, still pinned ahead of her in the narrow vent, were completely exposed, making her utterly defenseless against the tickling assault.
“Coochie coochie cooo, Wonder Woman!” Medusa mocked, watching with wicked glee. “Oh, does it tickle? You can’t fight it, can you?”
Wonder Woman’s laughter exploded uncontrollably, her body writhing as the ghostly fingers continued to explore every inch of her sensitive underarms.St--ahahah-- stop...TALKING LIKE THAT!” she gasped through the fits of laughter, her voice high and breathless, the truth forced out of her by the cursed lasso.
Medusa’s grin widened, her eyes gleaming. “Oh, poor thing,” she taunted, “is it the worst you’ve ever been tickled? Does a little tickle talk get under your skin?” The gorgon’s tone was mocking, teasing, as though she were talking to a child.
Wonder Woman’s lips trembled as the words tumbled out against her will, her lasso glowing “Y-yes! It’s the worst—ahahaHA!”
“How delightful,” Medusa cackled, her voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. “All this power, all this strength… and you’re reduced to a giggling, ticklish mess. Just a little coochie-coo and you’re mine.”
As Wonder Woman’s hysterical laughter filled the room, the phantom fingers became even more precise, drilling into the center of her armpits, wiggling and teasing in a maddening rhythm. The sensation was unbearable, her body shaking with the effort to endure it, but the more she fought, the worse the tickling felt.
Medusa’s mocking voice filled the air again. “Tickle, tickle, tickle! How does it feel, Wonder Woman? Does it tickle more than you’ve ever been tickled before?”
Wonder Woman’s chest heaved, her laughter growing more frantic as the tickling reached new heights. “Yes! It tickles smHOhoho MUHHCCHH!!” she cried out, her voice breaking as the phantom fingers refused to relent.
“Oh, I’m sure it does,” Medusa said with a smirk, her snake-like hair swaying with amusement. “And you know what’s even better? I don’t even need to lay a hand on you to make you spill all your precious secrets. I’ll get everything I want from you—all thanks to a little… tickle, tickle, tickle! Your lasso will make sure you let me know juuust how bad it tickles too. How curious...an amazonian, brought down by this. Amusing."
The tiny serpents that had teased her feet earlier returned, their small forked tongues flicking eagerly against her bare soles. They lapped at every wrinkle, flicking their tongues on the sensitive flesh. The feeling of the snakes tickling her feet combined with the phantom fingers tormenting her underarms was more than she could bear. Her whole body was alight with the sensation, and no matter how much she writhed, she couldn’t escape.
Medusa leaned in close, her voice soft but filled with cruelty. “Tell me, Wonder Woman… do you wear sleeveless tops and walk around barefoot on purpose? Just so villains like me can… tickle, tickle you senseless? I asked earlier but...i think youre holding back”
Wonder Woman’s eyes widened as the lasso tightened around her toes, forcing her to speak the truth, even if she wanted to resist. “N-nohOHOHO!” she managed to gasp, though her voice was shaky with laughter. “I don’t—AHAHA! I DOHOHONT. WANNA BE...TICKLED!”
Medusa laughed, her voice dripping with amusement. “Oh, I think you do. To be tickled and teased until you can’t think straight. Coochie coo, Wonder Woman! Who knew the mighty hero was just a ticklish little girl at heart?”
The snakes on her feet flicked their tongues faster, the phantom fingers danced more wildly in her armpits, and Wonder Woman could do nothing but laugh, tears streaming down her face as her body quivered with the ticklish torment. The mocking words, the relentless tickling, the helplessness—it was all too much.
Medusa’s cruel voice filled her ears one last time. “ohh I cant wait to explore these big feet... You’ll just laugh… and laugh… and laugh.”
Wonder Woman’s hysterical laughter echoed in the lair, completely powerless against the ticklish onslaught, the once powerful hero reduced to a wriggling, laughing mess at Medusa’s feet.
Medusa’s grin widened as Wonder Woman’s laughter echoed through the lair, her body writhing helplessly in the vent. The gorgon seemed to be relishing every second of the heroine’s ticklish agony. Her phantom hands wriggled and teased Wonder Woman’s sensitive underarms with delicate, torturous precision, while the tiny snakes slithered across her bare feet, their tongues flicking wickedly over her tender arches.
“Let’s play a little more, shall we?” Medusa’s voice oozed with cruelty, her eyes gleaming with twisted pleasure. She leaned closer to Wonder Woman, watching the tears of laughter well up in her eyes. “Tell me, Wonder Woman—how does it tickle the worst? I want to know exactly HOW you’re most vulnerable.”
The lasso of truth, still wrapped tightly around Wonder Woman’s toes, pulsed with its magical energy, compelling her to speak. Despite her desperate attempts to resist, the truth was pulled from her lips in gasping breaths between fits of hysterical laughter.
“A single finger… in my pits—ahahaha! And—ah! The snakes… f-focusing on my toes and arches! WHEN YO--AHHHA NOOO-- WHen you tickle...talk...it feels..even worse! haHAHA"
Medusa’s eyes flashed with delight, her grin turning even more sinister. “Oh, that sounds positively delicious,” she purred. “A single finger in those ticklish armpits, and my lovely little snakes toying with your big, soft feet. You really are just too easy.”
Wonder Woman, still struggling, gasped out, “No— Not that—ahahaHa-- DONT youhhohhahaha daHAHARE!” But it was too late.
Medusa snapped her fingers, and the phantom hands changed their tactics instantly. Instead of the full assault on her underarms, just one ghostly finger now began to tease the very center of each armpit, deep in the stretched out wrinkle, tracing delicate circles in slow, excruciating movements. The sensation was maddening, like a feather dragging through the most ticklish part of her body.
Simultaneously, the tiny snakes on her feet obeyed Medusa’s command, focusing all their attention on her big toes and the softest part of her soles. Their forked tongues flicked rapidly over the balls of her feet, gliding up and down with merciless precision, and circling around her big toes, making them twitch and curl in futile resistance.
Wonder Woman’s laughter became frantic, high-pitched, and uncontrollable. Her body bucked in the vent, but there was no escape. The single finger in her armpits and the snake’s relentless focus on her feet pushed her beyond her limits.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle!” Medusa taunted, her voice sickeningly sweet. “Oh, is it too much for you, little Wonder Woman? You said it yourself—a single finger in your pits and those big soles of yours, and you’re completely helpless. Isn’t that right? How does that feel?”
Wonder Woman’s eyes squeezed shut as more laughter poured out of her. The feeling of that lone finger tracing her armpits was unbearable—somehow worse than the full attack. It drilled into her mind, tormenting her every nerve. And the snakes, oh, the snakes! Their tiny tongues darted around her big toes, flicking and teasing with a precision that made her feet curl and flex in reflex, but there was no escape.
Medusa leaned closer, her voice a cruel whisper in Wonder Woman’s ear. “Does it tickle the most now, darling? Is this the worst tickling you’ve ever experienced in your life?”
The lasso pulsed, and through her gasping breaths, Wonder Woman was forced to answer. “Y-yes—AAHHHAAAHAHAA! It’s the worst!” she cried, her voice breaking from the intensity of the laughter. “The finger… my pits… my feEheheheHEEEET—HAHAHAHA!”
Medusa cackled, her laughter mixing with Wonder Woman’s helpless giggles. “Of course, it is. Your beautiful, strong feet, so large and so… sensitive. Your useless toes trying to curl and protect them, but cant. Your underarms, just begging for a little tickle. And you, so helpless, so weak. I could do this forever, and you’d never stop laughing, would you?”
Wonder Woman’s body convulsed in response, unable to stop the laughter that racked her body. But Medusa wasn’t done. Her voice turned cold, commanding, as she leaned closer. “Now… let’s see if you’re really broken. Tell me, Wonder Woman… what’s the military code for the eastern defense network?”
Wonder Woman’s eyes widened. She tried to resist, tried to fight the compulsion of the lasso, but the tickling had worn her down. She was too weak from the relentless assault, her mind fogged with laughter and sensation. The finger in her armpit twisted ever so slightly, and the snakes intensified their attack on her toes, flicking and teasing with maddening precision.
She couldn’t hold it in.
“It’s… it’s alpha seven four—hahaha! Two nine—nOo! PleHEHEHESSEEE! HAHAHAHA!” The truth spilled from her lips, forced out by the lasso, and Medusa’s grin widened with cruel triumph.
“Oh, my, my!” Medusa cooed mockingly, clapping her hands together in delight. “I didn’t even have to break a sweat. A little coochie-coo under the arms, a few tickles on those big, ticklish feet, and you’ve already given up military secrets. How pathetic.”
Wonder Woman’s laughter continued, her body writhing in helpless agony as Medusa’s words twisted the knife deeper. “I’ll have everything from you, Wonder Woman. Your secrets, your strength, your dignity— all because you couldn’t handle a little tickle, tickle, tickle!”
The phantom finger continued Its merciless circles, and the snakes continued to tease and flick their tongues against her soles. They hissed and nuzzled up againsf her soles, making it hard to even breathe from laughing so hard. Wonder Woman’s mind was overwhelmed by the sensation, her body shaking with laughter, completely at the mercy of Medusa’s cruel taunting.
“You wanted this...I KNEW it.” Medusa mocked, her voice dripping with cruelty. “To be tickled until you couldn’t take it anymore. To be reduced to a giggling little fool, giving up all your secrets with a smile on your face. Coochie coo little failure hero.”
The relentless tickling continued and Wonder Woman could only laugh, helpless and weak, completely broken under Medusa’s tickling torment.
Medusa’s grin widened as she watched Wonder Woman squirm, helpless in the vent, her body quaking with uncontrollable laughter. Drool was even spitting from her mouth and onto the floor from the onslaught.
The phantom hands were relentless, fingers dancing over the sensitive hollows of Wonder Woman’s underarms. The nails were scurrying around every nerve she had leaving nothing untouched, while the serpentine tongues of the snakes flicked mercilessly over her soles, especially focusing on the webbing and stems of her toes. The once-mighty Amazon warrior was now reduced to a giggling, writhing mess, completely at Medusa’s mercy.
“Oh, this is too good,” Medusa purred, her voice dripping with cruelty. She leaned in closer, letting her sharp nails lazily trace over Wonder Woman’s arch. “You’re such a proud warrior, aren’t you? Strong, powerful… and here you are, broken by a few little tickles. Doesn’t it just feel pathetic?”
Wonder Woman’s muscles tensed as another wave of ticklish sensation washed over her. She clenched her teeth, trying to stifle the giggles, but it was no use. The fingers in her armpits twitched and wriggled with maddening precision, teasing the most sensitive spots with agonizing gentleness. The snakes, with their tiny, quick flicks of their tongues, tormented her toes, focusing on every ticklish nerve in her soles—and now the devil herself has her fingernails teasing every wrinkle.
“Hahahahaha—n-noooOOO NOT THE NAILS—HAHAHAH!” Wonder Woman gasped, her voice shaky and broken by hysterical laughter. Her legs trembled, feet twitching as she tried, in vain, to pull them away. But the lasso of truth still bound her big toes, leaving her feet exposed and vulnerable to the relentless tickling.
Medusa chuckled darkly, her fingers now skimming over the pads of Wonder Woman’s toes, tickling the delicate skin there. “Oh, poor Wonder Woman. Can’t handle a little tickle, can you?” Her voice was thick with mockery. “tickle tickleeee! Is it too much for the big, strong Amazon?”
Wonder Woman’s body convulsed, her muscles shaking as she burst into another round of giggles. Her toes curled, but the ropes binding them pulled taut, exposing even more of her tender soles to Medusa’s fingers. “HAHAHAH —P-please—HAHAHAHA!”
She straightened, her fingers pausing for just a moment as she savored Wonder Woman’s panic. “You know, I could take it easy on you,” she said with false sweetness, her eyes glinting with malice. “But why would I do that when I can make you laugh yourself silly? You should feel honored, Wonder Woman. It’s not every day someone like me ordains to tickle you. You should be saying thank you.”
“Hahahaha—NOOOOHOHO—HAHAHAHA!”
Medusa clapped her hands together, her delight clear in her eyes. “I knew it! Such a ticklish little warrior, aren’t you? You’ll tell me anything, won’t you? Every secret you have, all because of a few little coochie-coos!”
Wonder Woman’s legs kicked weakly, her body convulsing with hysterical laughter. “HAHA—NOOOMORE—HAHAH!”
But Medusa wasn’t done. “Oh no, Wonder Woman, we’re far from finished.” With another snap of her fingers, two more phantom hands appeared, hovering just above Wonder Woman’s underarms. “I think it’s time we really pushed you over the edge.”
Before Wonder Woman could even protest, the additional hands descended, joining the others. Now, each underarm had two hands tickling it—four index fingers wriggling and scratching in the center of her sensitive pits. The sensation was excruciating. Wonder Woman’s back arched, her body bucking wildly in the vent as she was completely overwhelmed by the tickling.
“MERRRHHEHEECYYYYY—NOOO—MY ARMPITSSSSAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! NOT MY ARMPITS PLEHEHEHASSSEEE!!” Her laughter turned hysterical, her voice breaking as she screamed with uncontrollable mirth. She was beyond words now, her body trembling, muscles twitching as she struggled to endure the relentless assault on her ticklish underarms and feet.
Medusa cackled, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. “Look at you! You can’t take it, can you? Such a big, strong warrior, reduced to nothing but a laughing mess. And all it took was a few little tickles!”
As Wonder Woman continued to laugh, her body writhing in the vent, Medusa leaned in closer, her fingers tracing lazily over the soles of her feet. “Now then,” she said in a low, mocking voice, “why don’t you tell me another secret, hmm? How about the numbers to the safe containing the defense plans for the eastern coast?”
Wonder Woman’s mind raced. She tried desperately to hold back the information, to keep it locked inside. But the tickling was too much. The fingers in her armpits, the snakes on her toes, and now Medusa’s nails scraping lightly across her soles—it was all too much. Her body was shaking uncontrollably, her laughter wild and delirious.
Medusa smirked. “Come on, Wonder Woman. Tell me the secret. Or do I need to give your big, ticklish feet a little more attention?”
As if to emphasize her point, Medusa’s nails dragged slowly down the length of Wonder Woman’s soles, her fingers focusing on the delicate arches. The snakes on her toes flicked faster, their tongues teasing and tickling every inch of her sensitive skin. They teased the webbing of her toes, the pads of her feet, even her heels were smothered in playful tongues tasting her.
Wonder Woman let out a loud squeal, her legs trembling as the ticklish sensations intensified. The nails shot a sensation right up her legs and between her thighs like a burst of electricity “AHAHAHA—n-no—ah! The sAHAHAFE CODES... are—OHHNOOOHAHGAHAHA—70 10 90!”
Medusa laughed triumphantly, her fingers slowing for just a moment as Wonder Woman gasped for breath. “There we go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” she sneered. “Just a little tickle, and the mighty Wonder Woman gives up everything. How utterly pathetic.”
Wonder Woman’s laughter continued, her body convulsing with exhaustion as the phantom hands and snakes resumed their relentless assault. She was completely broken, unable to stop the giggles that poured from her lips, drooling, leaking tears nonstop, completely at Medusa’s mercy.
Medusa’s grin widened as she leaned down, her voice a low, mocking whisper. “And now… I’ll take everything else you have. One secret at a time. You’ll give them all to me, laughing the whole way.”
Medusa’s laughter echoed throughout her dimly lit lair, a sound that dripped with malice and delight. Wonder Woman squirmed helplessly in the tight confines of the vent, bound by ropes that secured her feet, leaving her completely at Medusa’s mercy.
Wonder Woman’s heart raced as Medusa leaned closer, her voice dripping with malicious glee. “I have connections, you know. Other villains—sadistic ones—who would love to have a turn with you. Just imagine the endless tickling! I’ll auction you off to the highest bidder! You’ll be their prized possession, their favorite little tickle toy!”
“NOOO!! NO YOUHOHO...YOU WOULDNT!” Wonder Woman stammered, her eyes widening in horror.
“Oh, but I will!” Medusa grinned, enjoying the growing panic on Wonder Woman’s face. “Just think of it! They’d pay handsomely for the pleasure of seeing the mighty Wonder Woman in a fit of hysterics!”
Wonder Woman’s laughter mixed with desperation, her cheeks flushed with humiliation. “YOUHoho...you cahahant dO THIS TO MEHEHE--I WONT...LET YOU!”
“Let me? Oh, my dear, you have no choice! Just look at you! How can you resist? You’re completely vulnerable, and soon the world will know how ticklish you truly are!” Medusa’s fingers danced faster over Wonder Woman’s sensitive skin, teasing her mercilessly.
“And just think of what those sadistic villains will do to you! They’ll have you squealing and laughing as they explore every ticklish inch of your body. And the best part? You’ll be powerless to stop them! They’ll relish in your laughter, finding joy in your humiliation and ill have whatever it is i desire.”.
Wonder Woman could hardly breathe, her laughter turning into cries of desperation. “You’re insane! aHAHAHAHAH-- I won’t let yOUHU...DOHOHI THISSSSSHAHAAHAH"
“Oh, but you won’t have a choice, my lovely Amazon!” Medusa taunted. “They’ll pay dearly for the chance to tickle you, and once I sell you off, you’ll be trapped in a never-ending cycle of laughter and humiliation. I might even film it to sell later—imagine the profits!”
The sheer horror of her words sent a fresh wave of laughter pouring from Wonder Woman. “HahAHa—no! You can’t do that! I won’t let you! I’ll find a way to—BahAHAHAHAHA---OHHH—escape..!”
Medusa merely chuckled, her fingers still teasing the tender skin of Wonder Woman’s underarms. “Oh, but for now, you’re mine. I think I’ll keep tickling you until you spill all your secrets! Now, how much does it tickle, Wonder Woman? I want to hear you say it! How ticklish are those mighty pits of yours?”
“Worse than AAANNYTHIINGAHAHAHA! It’s toHOHOrture!"
"and how about when i scritch your soles...hows that?"
"MAHAHA...DDENING...MADDENING!!!! AHAHA! YOU...YOUWOHONONTWIN!!” Wonder Woman gasped, her laughter echoing through the lair, the weight of her situation crashing down on her as she realized the full extent of Medusa’s cruel intentions.
“Oh, sweetie, it’s not just about winning! It’s about making you feel every moment of your helplessness!” Medusa relished her victory, her fingers continuing their torment.
Wonder Woman tried to resist, biting her lip hard, but her body betrayed her. The sensation of Medusa’s fingers tracing over the arches of her feet while the snakes licked along her toes was unbearable, the light touch igniting every nerve in her body. “I—I won’t give you what you want! HAHAHA—nOOHOo matter what!”
Medusa laughed softly, shaking her head. “Oh, you’ll give me everything, darling. But first, we’re going to have some fun. I feel almost bad about your predicament, i clearly have the advantage. You dont even stand a fighting chance!"
She stops her tickling for a moment, the dizzy Amazon finally able to breathe.
"...how about this.”
With a cruel flick of her wrist the bottom of wonder woman's spine has a cursive M on it. From it, her skin seems to be stone.
"ive given you a brand. A curse. Now whenever you laugh, the curse will spread, and if you laugh too much, your entire body will turn to stone. Except your pits, feet, and face of course."
Wonder Woman’s heart raced, her eyes widening in alarm as she felt a strange tingling sensation start to creep over her skin. Her stomach sank in terror.
Oh no. Oh gods no.
“And when the stone reaches its max,” Medusa said with an almost giddy tone, “it will leave your face, armpits, and feet open. You’ll be able to breathe and speak, of course. Youll never be hungry again. But your most ticklish spots will be completely exposed for the rest of your life. The rest of your body will be safely encased in stone—perfectly protected—while I, or anyone else, can tickle you to our hearts’ content.”
Medusa wasted no time, her fingers lazily gliding over the delicate skin. From her toes, to her heel, making sure to draw figure 8s on those delicate soles she couldn't bare to have tickled.
Wonder Woman tried to hold back the laughter, clenching her teeth as Medusa’s finger traced agonizingly slow circles over the ball of her feet. Meanwhile, the phantom hands at her underarms began to tease the edges of her sensitive pits, barely brushing the skin but enough to send jolts of sensation racing through her body. Her resolve was wavering.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle,” Medusa sang, her fingers tracing slow, teasing circles over the balls of Wonder Woman’s feet. “Look how your toes curl, how your feet twitch... Completely helpless. All I have to do is stroke these soles, and you’ll be laughing uncontrollably.”
Wonder Woman’s toes flexed desperately, but the lasso held them in place, making it impossible to protect her feet. “No—NHHH...—pleHEHESE—it.....tickles.. too much!”
“Aww, poor little Amazon,” Medusa mocked, her grin widening. “Does it tickle too much? Are your poor, ticklish feet too sensitive? Coochie coo, Wonder Woman. Let’s see how long you can hold out.”
Her fingers danced faster now, tracing every wrinkle on Wonder Woman’s soles, flicking her toes, and grazing the ultra-sensitive skin just beneath her heels. The sensation was maddening, and Wonder Woman’s laughter became louder, more desperate.
“HnnnnNNHHHH—noHOHO—I caHHHn’t take it!”
Medusa smirked, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Oh, but you can take it. And you will take it. Forever, if I wish. But don’t worry, darling, I won’t keep you all to myself.” She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper.
“I’m going to sell you to the highest bidder. Can you imagine it? The Joker will keep you as his personal tickle statue, with your feet and armpits exposed for anyone to play with. He’ll invite all his guests to come over and give your soles a little tickle. Every finger that touches you will make you laugh harder and harder, and you’ll never escape.”
Wonder Woman’s heart pounded in her chest, the horror of the thought mixing with the unbearable tickling. “No! NNHH—you can’t—do that!”
“Oh, but I can,” Medusa said, her fingers never slowing their torment. “And let’s not forget Scarecrow. He’ll pump you full of his fear toxins, and you’ll believe that hundreds of people are tickling you all at once. You’ll feel fingers on every inch of your body, every second of the day. And no matter how much you laugh, no one will stop. It’ll be your worst nightmare, Wonder Woman—an eternity of tickling.”
“HahAHHA—noHO—I can’t take it!” Wonder Woman gasped, tears streaming down her sweat stained cheeks.
The stone had now reached her waist, and she could feel its cold weight pulling her down.
“Coochie coo, Wonder Woman,” Medusa taunted, her fingers focusing on the ball of Wonder Woman’s foot, her nails lightly scraping along the skin there. “Such big, sensitive feet you have. I bet you never thought these delicate big feet would ever be noticed did you? You thought no one was brave enough to tickle you...didn't you?"
“Oh, my dear Wonder Woman,” Medusa cooed, “I’ve already gotten so many delicious secrets from you. But there’s one I’m dying to know.” She leaned in closer, her voice dripping with malice. “Tell me…the greatest secret of the Amazonians.”
Wonder Woman, still fighting against the overwhelming tickling sensations, managed to summon some defiance. “I—I’ll nehEHEVER tell you that...Medusa!” she gasped, her voice trembling but determined. “You caHAN...’t leave me like this foOHO..HOrever!”
Medusa chuckled darkly, tracing A finger along Wonder Woman’s outer soles, sending shivers up her spine. “Oh, you silly Amazon. You’re in no position to make demands.”
Wonder Woman’s mouth fell open in horror. “You’re mad, MeHeHedusa! I won’t—”
Before she could finish, Medusa’s finger trailed down the arch of her foot, tracing the delicate wrinkles. “You won’t what, hmm? You won’t laugh? Or you won’t give up your secret?” Medusa’s voice was practically a purr now. “Oh, Wonder Woman, you’re going to laugh. You’ll laugh more than you ever have in your life.”
“I—won’t…nnhHhnnn.. give in…”
“Oh, but you will,” Medusa sang, her fingers now teasingly tracing each wrinkle on Wonder Woman’s soles, the sensation driving her wild. She clenched her fists , biting her lip—anything to keep from laughing.
Without warning Medusa began to spider her sharp nails all over her soles, from beneathe her toes to the bottoms of her heel.
“Gah—no! HAHAHAHA!” Wonder Woman finally burst into laughter, the sensations overwhelming her. As soon as she did, the magic took effect. She could feel it—stone beginning to creep up her legs starring at her ankles, slowly solidifying her limbs.
“Ahhh, there it is!” Medusa mocked, her laughter bubbling with glee. “Look at that—just a little laugh and already the stone is starting to claim you. How long do you think you can hold out, Wonder Woman? Another giggle and you’ll be trapped, with only your most ticklish spots left open for my entertainment.”
“No— HAHAHAHA —!” Wonder Woman gasped, but she could already feel the stone growing up her thighs, inching toward her torso.
Wonder Woman clenched her fists, trying to block out the sensations, but it was useless. Her soles were unbearably sensitive, and every stroke of Medusa’s fingers sent jolts of ticklish agony through her body. “HaHAHAHA—I cAHAHAHAan’t—stop laughing! HAHAHAHA—it’s too much!”
Medusa chuckled, her voice thick with mockery. “Oh, I know it is. But that’s the best part, isn’t it? No matter how strong you are, no matter how much you fight, you can’t resist the tickling. Your sweaty armpits, your stretched-out toes, your sensitive soles—they’re all just begging to be tickled. You’re helpless."
“How does it feel, Wonder Woman?” Medusa taunted, her voice low and sultry. “To have your greatest weakness exposed like this? Your sweaty armpits, your big, ticklish feet… you’re completely at my mercy. Does it tickle? Hmm?”
“Yes! HAAaaaAHAHAHA —it tickles! I can’t take it!” Wonder Woman cried, her laughter echoing through the chamber as the stone continued to crawl over her body, now reaching her stomach.
“And soon,” Medusa continued, her voice dripping with mockery, “you’ll be completely encased in stone, except for your lovely, ticklish feet and armpits. What a sight you’ll be—a ticklish Amazon, trapped forever in a prison of laughter.”
“No— HAHAHAHA —please! I’ll never— HAHAHAHA —tell you the secret!” Wonder Woman gasped, her breath coming in ragged bursts.
“Oh, you’ll tell me,” Medusa said with a smirk. “But first, let’s have a little more fun.” She leaned down, her fingers tracing every wrinkle, every sensitive spot on Wonder Woman’s feet, while the phantom hands teased the edges of her underarms. Without warning the phantom hands on her pits spread the skin open, making it even mare taut and vuknerable, before skittering their nails all over the nerve ridden flesh.
Wonder Woman could hardly breathe through her hysterical laughter. The stone had reached her chest now, leaving her arms and legs almost fully encased.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle… such sensitive spots. I wonder what the other villains will do to you once I sell you to them.”
Medusa’s voice was light, almost playful. “They’ll have so much fun with you, Wonder Woman. The Riddler maybe? He’ll make you answer riddles while you’re laughing so hard you can barely think. And every time you fail… more tickling. You’ll never escape.”
“You’re running out of time, my dear,” Medusa taunted, her fingers still gliding over Wonder Woman’s sensitive soles. “Soon, you’ll be completely trapped. And then? Endless tickling. You’ll laugh, and laugh, and laugh until you have no secrets left to give. And even then… you’ll still laugh.”
“HAHAHAHA—no! Please! I can’t— HAHAHAHAAAaaaAAA—take it anymoHOHOre!” Wonder Woman gasped, tears streaming down her face from the intensity of the tickling. Never had a Wonder Woman begged and pleaded like this. Not in all her years had she been driven to this point. If it wasn’t already obvious it was impossible to ignore now.
Tickling was this heroes kryptonite.
Medusa leaned in, her voice soft but filled with cruel intent. “One last chance, Wonder Woman. Tell me the secret of the Amazonians, or spend the rest of eternity laughing at the mercy of villains who will never stop.”
Wonder Woman’s resolve wavered. The stone was nearly complete, but she refused to give in. “I— HAHAHAHA —won’t tell you—HAHAHAHA—no matter what! …i…I cant!”
Medusa grinned, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “Oh, I think you will. And when you do, you’ll be laughing the entire time.” She flicked her fingers over Wonder Woman’s soles and underarms with renewed vigor, pushing the Amazon to the brink of hysterical madness.
“Tickle, tickle, Wonder Woman… it’s only a matter of time.
Medusa whispered, her voice almost gentle now, as if she were speaking to a child. “Does it tickle here? Or maybe here? Ohhhhh, I bet those sweaty armpits of yours are so sensitive, aren’t they? I bet you’ve never been tickled like this before.”
“HAHA—yes! HAAAAHAhAhhA—it’s the worst— HAHAHAHA —tickling ever!”
Wonder Woman sobbed, her body trembling with uncontrollable laughter. The stone was now creeping up her chest, leaving only her feet, armpits, and face exposed.
“That’s right,” Medusa said with a smirk. “And it’s only going to get worse. Because once you’re fully encased in stone, your ticklish little feet and pits will be all that’s left. And I’ll make sure every villain you’ve ever fought has a chance to tickle you. Poison Ivy maybe…She’ll use vines to tickle you from head to toe, wrapping around your body while you laugh and laugh.”
“HAHAHAHA —no! HAHAHAHA —I can’t take any more!” Wonder Woman cried, her voice breaking as the laughter tore through her. The stone had almost reached her neck now, leaving her completely immobile, except for her still-exposed, still-helpless feet and armpits.
Medusa’s fingers never stopped, never slowed. She leaned in close, her voice low and dangerous, her breathe adding to the tickling feeling on her instep
“Coochie coo, Wonder Woman. Ticklish little Amazon. You’re mine now. And you’ll never stop laughing. My little tickle toy.”
Medusa’s grin widened as she watched Wonder Woman, trapped in the encroaching stone, her body trembling uncontrollably with laughter. The Amazon warrior was nearing her breaking point, her face flushed, her eyes wide with helplessness, mouth stretched open in agonizing laughter with tears pooling in the vent under her. Medusa’s fingers danced cruelly over her soles, paying special attention to the delicate, most sensitive spots.
“You’re almost there, aren’t you?” Medusa taunted, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “I can see it in your eyes. Just one more push, and you’ll be mine completely. Your feet are so sensitive, so soft… Let’s see how you handle this.”
With that, she began tracing a single finger directly down the center of Wonder Woman’s soles, starting at her heels and moving slowly, methodically, toward her toes. Each agonizing stroke sent waves of unbearable ticklish sensations through the Amazon’s body, her toes straining against the lasso that held them taut. The snakes flicked their tongues on the webbing of her toes before teasing up the stems all while those sharp nails lazily focuses on the soles stretched out center.
Seemingly her very worst spot.
"NAAAHHHHHHHHHAHAHQHHHAHAAHANOOOOO!!!!! MY FEET!!!! LEHEHHEEVE MY FEHEHEHET ALOOOHOHONE!!!"
“Coochie coo, Wonder Woman,” Medusa whispered, her voice teasing and cruel. “Tickle, tickle, tickle. Look at you—those big, strong feet stretched out and helpless. You can’t even curl your toes, can you? No protection. No escape. And these soles? Begging for my touch.”
Wonder Woman’s body jerked with every pass of Medusa’s finger, but she was utterly trapped. The stone had crawled up to her neck now, leaving only her face, armpits, and feet exposed. Her laughter had reached the point of silent hysteria, her mouth open wide in a desperate, gasping laugh, but no sound escaped her lips. Her watery eyes pleaded for mercy, but none came.
“Such a ticklish little Amazon,” Medusa continued, her fingers swirling maddeningly in the center of Wonder Woman’s soles. “And what about these pits of yours?” She glanced up at the phantom hands, which had been tormenting Wonder Woman’s underarms with light strokes. “Let’s see what happens when we tickle the center of those pits, hmm?”
At Medusa’s command, the phantom hands finally descended into the hollow of Wonder Woman’s outstretched armpits, their fingers swirling and dancing in the most sensitive center. The combination of the tickling on her soles and the deep tickling in her pits was too much for Wonder Woman to bear. Her body quivered with silent laughter, her mouth moving as if she were trying to scream, her very fingertips now encased in stone.
A pool of urine suddenly began to dampen her skirt, drips of it traveling out the bottom of the vent for Medusa to see.
The mighty Wonder Woman, a goddess among men, had wet herself laughing.
“HA! Oh dear, poor Wonder Woman,” Medusa cooed mockingly. “You’d tell me your little secret now, wouldn’t you? If you could talk, I bet you’d scream it at the top of your lungs just to make the tickling stop. But you can’t, can you? No, you’re too busy laughing your pretty little head off, pissing yourself.”
Wonder Woman’s chest heaved as she gasped for breath, her silent laughter tearing through her body. Every stroke of Medusa’s fingers, every tickle from the phantom hands in her armpits, was pure agony. She wanted to speak, to shout, to give in to Medusa’s demands, but the tickling had rendered her completely mute.
She had caved, her steel resolve broken. Yet still she was being tickled.
“Coochie coo, Wonder Woman!” Medusa teased, her fingers never stopping. “Does it tickle that much? Can’t even breathe, can you? You’d give me all the Amazonian secrets just to make me stop, but you can’t even say a word. Poor little ticklish Amazon, you’re trapped! You’re mine!”
The stone crept ever closer, locking her fully in place. Wonder Woman could feel the weight of it, but the tickling was all she could focus on—the unbearable, maddening sensation on her feet and underarms.
She leaned in close, her breath hot against Wonder Woman’s soles. “Tickle, tickle, tickle. Poor thing. You’re almost fully encased now. All that’s left are your helpless feet and these lovely pits of yours. And do you know what that means?”
Wonder Woman’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, her body quaking from the relentless tickling. The stone had finally reached its full form, encasing her from head to toe, leaving only her face, feet, and underarms exposed—just as Medusa had promised.
“It means,” Medusa continued with a sadistic chuckle, “you’ll be like this forever. I could tickle these feet and armpits of yours for the rest of eternity, and you wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it. Just endless, helpless laughter”
Medusa ran a single finger from the center of Wonder Woman’s soles to her toes, over and over again, while the phantom hands continued to swirl in the depths of her armpits. Wonder Woman’s face contorted in silent laughter, her body trying to shake, but the stone held her in place.
She leaned in closer, her voice a cruel whisper. “Tickle, tickle, tickle. You’ll laugh forever, Wonder Woman. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Wonder Woman’s mouth remained open in silent laughter, her toes flexing and twitching under Medusa’s relentless teasing. Her pits were on fire, her feet burning with ticklish agony.
Finally she pulled Wonder Woman from her vent prison. She was perfectly encased in stone, one the verge of blacking out, the wetness of her urine now staining her stone skinned thighs. She was nothing more then a statue with a face and fleshy pits and blushing soles.
And as she stared up at Medusa’s gleeful, mocking face, she knew her torment was far from over.
CONTAINS: noncon tickling, urine, snakes.)
Wonder Woman carefully squeezed her way into the tight metal vent, the cool steel pressing against her as she maneuvered through. The sound of her lasso clinking against the walls echoed faintly in the confined space, and her boots scraped too loudly for comfort. She gritted her teeth.
This won’t work, she thought. If she was going to be stealthy, she needed to lighten her load.
She leaned back out of the very small air vent, luckily not too deep in.
She unfastened her golden lasso, sliding it off her hip and placing it gently behind her. As much as she loathed the idea of dropping any weapon, stealth like this required it.
Her boots came next—she pried them off, feeling the cool air rush over her now-bare feet. She flexed her toes, the trapped humidity inside escaping, already more nimble in the small space. The absence of weight and sound was an immediate relief. Now she could move more quietly, relying on her agility.
The vent is very narrow, and very short. Her feet peaked out of it, but the boots at least didn't scrape the metal anymore. It was like a tight coffin, one she could hardly even move in. The only way she could pull herself inside was a pipe at the very back. She grabbed it and held on while she pushed inside, her arms trapped upward.
She had to spy on the enemy. A henchman told her a meeting in this dank old warehouse would be happening, a very important one, God’s only know what they could be up too. If she was caught, it could be a disaster. This was a last minute call with 0 backup. Last thing she needed was another thing for batman to tease her with.
Crawling forward throught the very tight passage, Wonder Woman’s eyes were sharp as she wriggled inside, her palms against the metal but her feet feeling the cold a/c and carpet of the ground in the room. The air was thick with the scent of something ancient, and there was a faint hissing noise.
Finally, she reached the grate. Through the grate, she spotted Medusa herself, surrounded by relics and treasures stolen from countless victims. The gorgon was speaking to someone—her snake-like hair writhing as she spoke—but Wonder Woman couldn’t make out the words just yet. She leaned in closer, watching intently. A few of her henchmen were also talking about what sounded like plans.
Plans for others to come.
Suddenly, she froze. Something brushed her foot.
At first, she thought she’d imagined it, but then she felt it again—something soft but deliberate against the arch of her sole. Her eyes widened, heart racing. She bit her lip to keep from gasping aloud.
Another poke. This time it was a finger, pressing gently but mischievously against the sensitive skin of her sole. Wonder Woman had to clamp her hand over her mouth to suppress a reaction. The sensation tickled in the worst way possible—her body’s instinct was to jerk away, but she couldn’t risk making a sound. She could only endure it, listening as the figure teased her foot again, a silent threat in the dark.
Who on Gaia could that be?
Her breath came in slow, measured puffs as she kept her focus, even as another playful poke traced her arch. Whoever it was, they were taunting her, testing her control, but Wonder Woman’s discipline held firm.
She peered back through the grate, trying to focus on Medusa’s words, but her mind raced. Whoever was down there had found her weak point, and she had to be ready to act—without giving away her position.
Wonder Woman’s heart pounded in her chest as she felt the lazy finger trace up and down the arches of her large, bare feet .She clenched her jaw, doing everything in her power to keep her composure. But her feet—defenseless poking out of the vent—wiggled helplessly in response, flexing as they tried to escape the teasing touch.
The unseen tormentor on the other side of the wall seemed to relish her struggle. They slowly, methodically, moved from one foot to the other, their finger drawing deliberate, featherlight strokes along her instep and across her heel. Wonder Woman’s lips trembled behind the hand she held over her mouth. She could feel her resolve slipping as the ticklish sensation overwhelmed her.
Her toes flexed desperately, but then—before she could prepare herself—her lasso of truth, discarded just minutes earlier, snaked around her big toes. She felt it tighten, pulling her feet up and making her soles stretch taut, completely exposed. She knew her lassos feel anywhere. Her eyes widened in alarm, but she couldn’t make a sound. Medusas men were still just a few feet away, oblivious to the silent struggle happening above her.
The finger returned, this time with renewed focus. It traced intricate patterns on her stretched soles, gliding over her tender arches and teasing the balls of her feet. Wonder Woman’s body tensed, her muscles fighting the involuntary need to react. She felt the tickling in her core, a sensation so intense it made her whole body tremble with the effort to stay silent. Her toes, trapped by the rope, wiggled helplessly.
The tickling was unbearable now, the most intense she’d ever felt. Wonder Woman’s eyes watered, and her chest shook as she struggled to suppress the bubbling laughter that rose in her throat. Every time the finger circled a particularly sensitive spot, she had to bite down on her hand to keep from bursting out into uncontrollable giggles.
Her breathing came In sharp, shallow gasps. She could barely focus on Medusa anymore—the ticklish torment was all-consuming. Her powerful body, usually unbreakable in battle, was completely at the mercy of a playful finger and her own lasso. She could feel herself on the verge of giving in, laughter almost escaping, and she knew she had to act fast before her cover was blown. She turned her head down, trying not to laugh.
Wonder Woman strained, her powerful muscles flexing as she tried to free her arms, but the tight confines of the vent held her fast. She couldn't move an inch.
It was then she felt a ghost of a tickle graze under her arms.
Unseen fingers teasing her armpits felt light at first, barely a tickle, but that only made it worse. Her mind raced as the sensation intensified, her breath coming in sharp, shaky bursts. Was this magic? What was going on?
Then, the tormenter seemed to change tactics. Instead of the fluttering, chaotic movements, a single finger began to trace a slow, deliberate circle in the very center of her hairless armpit. The touch was maddeningly soft, just enough to tickle without overwhelming her all at once. Wonder Woman’s body tensed, every muscle taut, as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to fight off the laughter building inside her.
The finger continued its lazy, taunting circle, staying right in the center of her exposed hairless pit, barely moving but hitting the most sensitive spot. Her lips trembled as she desperately bit down, trying to hold back the flood of laughter that was dangerously close to breaking free. She could feel her composure slipping with each gentle stroke.
Her mind screamed for control, but her body was betraying her. The tickling was relentless, the finger tracing over the same tiny spot right in the center of her sole again and again. Every time it completed a circle, her resolve weakened. Her breath came in short, frantic gasps, and her chest heaved as she fought with everything she had not to make a sound. Her face was red, glistening with sweat, even her eyes watering.
But the finger didn’t stop. It pressed just a little harder, the circles tightening, focusing on that one impossibly sensitive nerve at the center of her underarm. Wonder Woman’s body jerked involuntarily, a tremor running through her as her resistance finally crumbled.
It was too much.
A sudden burst of laughter broke free, loud and clear. It echoed in the tight space, her voice bouncing off the walls of the vent. The dam had finally broken.
she squealed, cried, laughed-- she was nearly screaming as the ticklish feeling finally expressed itself.
She clamped her mouth shut again, her eyes wide with horror, but it was too late. The damage was done. Her body shook with the effort to contain more giggles, but the tickling hadn’t stopped. The single finger was still there, lazily drawing circles, now emboldened by her slip.
Wonder Woman laughed again, this time unable to stop herself, the sound spilling out despite her best efforts. The tickling sensation had her completely at its mercy, and her once unshakable resolve had dissolved into helpless, uncontrollable laughter.
At the sound of her own laughter, Wonder Woman’s body jerked in panic, her heart pounding as she realized she’d blown her cover.
“Ohhh boy, what do we have HERE?” a voice drawled, dripping with amusement.
Wonder Woman felt the familiar pull of her lasso tightening around her toes again, forcing the truth out of her before she could stop herself. “Wonder Woman… and I’m stuck,” she admitted, her voice filled with reluctant frustration and sarcasm “Who are you?”
The villain on the other side cackled, the sound echoing ominously around the lair. As Wonder Woman twisted her head, struggling unsuccessfully to see her captor, the answer came with chilling ease.
It was Medusa.
“Well, well,” Medusa hissed, her serpentine hair writhing. “Look what’s caught in my trap. You’ll be staying just like this, Wonder Woman.” There was a cruel glint in her voice, and Wonder Woman felt her stomach drop.
Medusa crouched down near her exposed feet, leaning in closer. “I have to ask,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery, “do you wear sleeveless tops so that villains will tickle those lovely, sensitive armpits of yours? Maybe you cast aside your boots so someone can take advantage of these toes?” Wonder Woman’s arms, still stretched ahead and trapped in the vent, felt exposed as Medusa continued to taunt her.
Medusa grinned, tracing her eyes over Wonder Woman’s pale bare soles, which twitched involuntarily at even being mentioned with her toes curling “Maybe this is all intentional. Maybe deep down, you wanted to be tickled all along.”
Wonder Woman’s cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and rage, but before she could form a retort, she felt a strange, creeping sensation against her feet. The small snakes on Medusa’s head slithered down, their tiny forked tongues flicking across the soles of Wonder Woman’s bare feet.
A sharp, ticklish jolt shot up her legs. Wonder Woman clenched her teeth, fighting the urge to react, but the snakes were persistent. They glided over her arches and curled around her toes, their tiny tongues flicking in delicate, torturous patterns. Wonder Woman’s toes flexed and curled, desperate to escape the sensation, but there was nowhere to go.
Her lips quivered as she tried to hold it in, but the tickling was unbearable. It was as though the snakes knew exactly how to torment her in the most sensitive spots. Their tongues fluttered over the balls of her feet, sending shockwaves of ticklish agony through her body.
A giggle escaped her lips, and Medusa grinned wickedly. “Oh, this is too good. You’re even more ticklish than I imagined.”
Wonder Woman’s body shook with laughter as the snakes continued their torment, slithering up and down her soles. Every inch of her skin felt alive with the ticklish assault. Despite her strength, despite her willpower, the laughter came in waves, spilling out uncontrollably.
Medusa leaned closer, her voice a soft, mocking whisper. “I knew it. Deep down, you wanted this.”
The snakes danced across her feet, and Wonder Woman could only laugh, trapped and helpless against the relentless, ticklish onslaught.
Medusa’s sinister laugh echoed throughout the lair as she watched Wonder Woman helplessly squirm, still trapped in the vent with her feet sticking out, her toes bound by the enchanted lasso. Every attempt to resist was futile, her body betraying her under the relentless tickling from Medusa’s serpentine hair.
But the gorgon wasn’t finished. With a dark, twisted smile, Medusa flicked her wrist, and two ghostly, glowing hands materialized, their fingers long and writhing like snakes. They slithered upward, disappearing into the vent toward Wonder Woman’s exposed upper body.
“I’ve ordained these hands just for you, Wonder Woman,” Medusa purred, her voice dripping with mockery. “You should feel honored. You’ll be tickled by my magic… and I assure you, they know exactly how to tease every little weak spot.”
Before Wonder Woman could even try to steel herself, the phantom hands reached her. They were thin hands with smaller fingers, tipped with sharp nails that looked made for tickling.
They hovered for a brief moment, as though savoring the anticipation, and then both hands descended, gently scratching their fingers right into the hollows of her trapped underarms. The moment the fingers made contact with her sensitive skin, Wonder Woman’s body jolted violently as if struck by lightning "HAHA-- NO-!” she gasped, the tickling sensation so intense that her composure shattered in an instant.
The ghostly fingers were merciless, wriggling in her now sweaty armpits with expert precision, tracing slow, deliberate patterns across the most sensitive areas. They tickled with agonizing slowness, focusing on the exact spots that made Wonder Woman’s muscles twitch and her body convulse with helpless laughter. Her arms, still pinned ahead of her in the narrow vent, were completely exposed, making her utterly defenseless against the tickling assault.
“Coochie coochie cooo, Wonder Woman!” Medusa mocked, watching with wicked glee. “Oh, does it tickle? You can’t fight it, can you?”
Wonder Woman’s laughter exploded uncontrollably, her body writhing as the ghostly fingers continued to explore every inch of her sensitive underarms.St--ahahah-- stop...TALKING LIKE THAT!” she gasped through the fits of laughter, her voice high and breathless, the truth forced out of her by the cursed lasso.
Medusa’s grin widened, her eyes gleaming. “Oh, poor thing,” she taunted, “is it the worst you’ve ever been tickled? Does a little tickle talk get under your skin?” The gorgon’s tone was mocking, teasing, as though she were talking to a child.
Wonder Woman’s lips trembled as the words tumbled out against her will, her lasso glowing “Y-yes! It’s the worst—ahahaHA!”
“How delightful,” Medusa cackled, her voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. “All this power, all this strength… and you’re reduced to a giggling, ticklish mess. Just a little coochie-coo and you’re mine.”
As Wonder Woman’s hysterical laughter filled the room, the phantom fingers became even more precise, drilling into the center of her armpits, wiggling and teasing in a maddening rhythm. The sensation was unbearable, her body shaking with the effort to endure it, but the more she fought, the worse the tickling felt.
Medusa’s mocking voice filled the air again. “Tickle, tickle, tickle! How does it feel, Wonder Woman? Does it tickle more than you’ve ever been tickled before?”
Wonder Woman’s chest heaved, her laughter growing more frantic as the tickling reached new heights. “Yes! It tickles smHOhoho MUHHCCHH!!” she cried out, her voice breaking as the phantom fingers refused to relent.
“Oh, I’m sure it does,” Medusa said with a smirk, her snake-like hair swaying with amusement. “And you know what’s even better? I don’t even need to lay a hand on you to make you spill all your precious secrets. I’ll get everything I want from you—all thanks to a little… tickle, tickle, tickle! Your lasso will make sure you let me know juuust how bad it tickles too. How curious...an amazonian, brought down by this. Amusing."
The tiny serpents that had teased her feet earlier returned, their small forked tongues flicking eagerly against her bare soles. They lapped at every wrinkle, flicking their tongues on the sensitive flesh. The feeling of the snakes tickling her feet combined with the phantom fingers tormenting her underarms was more than she could bear. Her whole body was alight with the sensation, and no matter how much she writhed, she couldn’t escape.
Medusa leaned in close, her voice soft but filled with cruelty. “Tell me, Wonder Woman… do you wear sleeveless tops and walk around barefoot on purpose? Just so villains like me can… tickle, tickle you senseless? I asked earlier but...i think youre holding back”
Wonder Woman’s eyes widened as the lasso tightened around her toes, forcing her to speak the truth, even if she wanted to resist. “N-nohOHOHO!” she managed to gasp, though her voice was shaky with laughter. “I don’t—AHAHA! I DOHOHONT. WANNA BE...TICKLED!”
Medusa laughed, her voice dripping with amusement. “Oh, I think you do. To be tickled and teased until you can’t think straight. Coochie coo, Wonder Woman! Who knew the mighty hero was just a ticklish little girl at heart?”
The snakes on her feet flicked their tongues faster, the phantom fingers danced more wildly in her armpits, and Wonder Woman could do nothing but laugh, tears streaming down her face as her body quivered with the ticklish torment. The mocking words, the relentless tickling, the helplessness—it was all too much.
Medusa’s cruel voice filled her ears one last time. “ohh I cant wait to explore these big feet... You’ll just laugh… and laugh… and laugh.”
Wonder Woman’s hysterical laughter echoed in the lair, completely powerless against the ticklish onslaught, the once powerful hero reduced to a wriggling, laughing mess at Medusa’s feet.
Medusa’s grin widened as Wonder Woman’s laughter echoed through the lair, her body writhing helplessly in the vent. The gorgon seemed to be relishing every second of the heroine’s ticklish agony. Her phantom hands wriggled and teased Wonder Woman’s sensitive underarms with delicate, torturous precision, while the tiny snakes slithered across her bare feet, their tongues flicking wickedly over her tender arches.
“Let’s play a little more, shall we?” Medusa’s voice oozed with cruelty, her eyes gleaming with twisted pleasure. She leaned closer to Wonder Woman, watching the tears of laughter well up in her eyes. “Tell me, Wonder Woman—how does it tickle the worst? I want to know exactly HOW you’re most vulnerable.”
The lasso of truth, still wrapped tightly around Wonder Woman’s toes, pulsed with its magical energy, compelling her to speak. Despite her desperate attempts to resist, the truth was pulled from her lips in gasping breaths between fits of hysterical laughter.
“A single finger… in my pits—ahahaha! And—ah! The snakes… f-focusing on my toes and arches! WHEN YO--AHHHA NOOO-- WHen you tickle...talk...it feels..even worse! haHAHA"
Medusa’s eyes flashed with delight, her grin turning even more sinister. “Oh, that sounds positively delicious,” she purred. “A single finger in those ticklish armpits, and my lovely little snakes toying with your big, soft feet. You really are just too easy.”
Wonder Woman, still struggling, gasped out, “No— Not that—ahahaHa-- DONT youhhohhahaha daHAHARE!” But it was too late.
Medusa snapped her fingers, and the phantom hands changed their tactics instantly. Instead of the full assault on her underarms, just one ghostly finger now began to tease the very center of each armpit, deep in the stretched out wrinkle, tracing delicate circles in slow, excruciating movements. The sensation was maddening, like a feather dragging through the most ticklish part of her body.
Simultaneously, the tiny snakes on her feet obeyed Medusa’s command, focusing all their attention on her big toes and the softest part of her soles. Their forked tongues flicked rapidly over the balls of her feet, gliding up and down with merciless precision, and circling around her big toes, making them twitch and curl in futile resistance.
Wonder Woman’s laughter became frantic, high-pitched, and uncontrollable. Her body bucked in the vent, but there was no escape. The single finger in her armpits and the snake’s relentless focus on her feet pushed her beyond her limits.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle!” Medusa taunted, her voice sickeningly sweet. “Oh, is it too much for you, little Wonder Woman? You said it yourself—a single finger in your pits and those big soles of yours, and you’re completely helpless. Isn’t that right? How does that feel?”
Wonder Woman’s eyes squeezed shut as more laughter poured out of her. The feeling of that lone finger tracing her armpits was unbearable—somehow worse than the full attack. It drilled into her mind, tormenting her every nerve. And the snakes, oh, the snakes! Their tiny tongues darted around her big toes, flicking and teasing with a precision that made her feet curl and flex in reflex, but there was no escape.
Medusa leaned closer, her voice a cruel whisper in Wonder Woman’s ear. “Does it tickle the most now, darling? Is this the worst tickling you’ve ever experienced in your life?”
The lasso pulsed, and through her gasping breaths, Wonder Woman was forced to answer. “Y-yes—AAHHHAAAHAHAA! It’s the worst!” she cried, her voice breaking from the intensity of the laughter. “The finger… my pits… my feEheheheHEEEET—HAHAHAHA!”
Medusa cackled, her laughter mixing with Wonder Woman’s helpless giggles. “Of course, it is. Your beautiful, strong feet, so large and so… sensitive. Your useless toes trying to curl and protect them, but cant. Your underarms, just begging for a little tickle. And you, so helpless, so weak. I could do this forever, and you’d never stop laughing, would you?”
Wonder Woman’s body convulsed in response, unable to stop the laughter that racked her body. But Medusa wasn’t done. Her voice turned cold, commanding, as she leaned closer. “Now… let’s see if you’re really broken. Tell me, Wonder Woman… what’s the military code for the eastern defense network?”
Wonder Woman’s eyes widened. She tried to resist, tried to fight the compulsion of the lasso, but the tickling had worn her down. She was too weak from the relentless assault, her mind fogged with laughter and sensation. The finger in her armpit twisted ever so slightly, and the snakes intensified their attack on her toes, flicking and teasing with maddening precision.
She couldn’t hold it in.
“It’s… it’s alpha seven four—hahaha! Two nine—nOo! PleHEHEHESSEEE! HAHAHAHA!” The truth spilled from her lips, forced out by the lasso, and Medusa’s grin widened with cruel triumph.
“Oh, my, my!” Medusa cooed mockingly, clapping her hands together in delight. “I didn’t even have to break a sweat. A little coochie-coo under the arms, a few tickles on those big, ticklish feet, and you’ve already given up military secrets. How pathetic.”
Wonder Woman’s laughter continued, her body writhing in helpless agony as Medusa’s words twisted the knife deeper. “I’ll have everything from you, Wonder Woman. Your secrets, your strength, your dignity— all because you couldn’t handle a little tickle, tickle, tickle!”
The phantom finger continued Its merciless circles, and the snakes continued to tease and flick their tongues against her soles. They hissed and nuzzled up againsf her soles, making it hard to even breathe from laughing so hard. Wonder Woman’s mind was overwhelmed by the sensation, her body shaking with laughter, completely at the mercy of Medusa’s cruel taunting.
“You wanted this...I KNEW it.” Medusa mocked, her voice dripping with cruelty. “To be tickled until you couldn’t take it anymore. To be reduced to a giggling little fool, giving up all your secrets with a smile on your face. Coochie coo little failure hero.”
The relentless tickling continued and Wonder Woman could only laugh, helpless and weak, completely broken under Medusa’s tickling torment.
Medusa’s grin widened as she watched Wonder Woman squirm, helpless in the vent, her body quaking with uncontrollable laughter. Drool was even spitting from her mouth and onto the floor from the onslaught.
The phantom hands were relentless, fingers dancing over the sensitive hollows of Wonder Woman’s underarms. The nails were scurrying around every nerve she had leaving nothing untouched, while the serpentine tongues of the snakes flicked mercilessly over her soles, especially focusing on the webbing and stems of her toes. The once-mighty Amazon warrior was now reduced to a giggling, writhing mess, completely at Medusa’s mercy.
“Oh, this is too good,” Medusa purred, her voice dripping with cruelty. She leaned in closer, letting her sharp nails lazily trace over Wonder Woman’s arch. “You’re such a proud warrior, aren’t you? Strong, powerful… and here you are, broken by a few little tickles. Doesn’t it just feel pathetic?”
Wonder Woman’s muscles tensed as another wave of ticklish sensation washed over her. She clenched her teeth, trying to stifle the giggles, but it was no use. The fingers in her armpits twitched and wriggled with maddening precision, teasing the most sensitive spots with agonizing gentleness. The snakes, with their tiny, quick flicks of their tongues, tormented her toes, focusing on every ticklish nerve in her soles—and now the devil herself has her fingernails teasing every wrinkle.
“Hahahahaha—n-noooOOO NOT THE NAILS—HAHAHAH!” Wonder Woman gasped, her voice shaky and broken by hysterical laughter. Her legs trembled, feet twitching as she tried, in vain, to pull them away. But the lasso of truth still bound her big toes, leaving her feet exposed and vulnerable to the relentless tickling.
Medusa chuckled darkly, her fingers now skimming over the pads of Wonder Woman’s toes, tickling the delicate skin there. “Oh, poor Wonder Woman. Can’t handle a little tickle, can you?” Her voice was thick with mockery. “tickle tickleeee! Is it too much for the big, strong Amazon?”
Wonder Woman’s body convulsed, her muscles shaking as she burst into another round of giggles. Her toes curled, but the ropes binding them pulled taut, exposing even more of her tender soles to Medusa’s fingers. “HAHAHAH —P-please—HAHAHAHA!”
She straightened, her fingers pausing for just a moment as she savored Wonder Woman’s panic. “You know, I could take it easy on you,” she said with false sweetness, her eyes glinting with malice. “But why would I do that when I can make you laugh yourself silly? You should feel honored, Wonder Woman. It’s not every day someone like me ordains to tickle you. You should be saying thank you.”
“Hahahaha—NOOOOHOHO—HAHAHAHA!”
Medusa clapped her hands together, her delight clear in her eyes. “I knew it! Such a ticklish little warrior, aren’t you? You’ll tell me anything, won’t you? Every secret you have, all because of a few little coochie-coos!”
Wonder Woman’s legs kicked weakly, her body convulsing with hysterical laughter. “HAHA—NOOOMORE—HAHAH!”
But Medusa wasn’t done. “Oh no, Wonder Woman, we’re far from finished.” With another snap of her fingers, two more phantom hands appeared, hovering just above Wonder Woman’s underarms. “I think it’s time we really pushed you over the edge.”
Before Wonder Woman could even protest, the additional hands descended, joining the others. Now, each underarm had two hands tickling it—four index fingers wriggling and scratching in the center of her sensitive pits. The sensation was excruciating. Wonder Woman’s back arched, her body bucking wildly in the vent as she was completely overwhelmed by the tickling.
“MERRRHHEHEECYYYYY—NOOO—MY ARMPITSSSSAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! NOT MY ARMPITS PLEHEHEHASSSEEE!!” Her laughter turned hysterical, her voice breaking as she screamed with uncontrollable mirth. She was beyond words now, her body trembling, muscles twitching as she struggled to endure the relentless assault on her ticklish underarms and feet.
Medusa cackled, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. “Look at you! You can’t take it, can you? Such a big, strong warrior, reduced to nothing but a laughing mess. And all it took was a few little tickles!”
As Wonder Woman continued to laugh, her body writhing in the vent, Medusa leaned in closer, her fingers tracing lazily over the soles of her feet. “Now then,” she said in a low, mocking voice, “why don’t you tell me another secret, hmm? How about the numbers to the safe containing the defense plans for the eastern coast?”
Wonder Woman’s mind raced. She tried desperately to hold back the information, to keep it locked inside. But the tickling was too much. The fingers in her armpits, the snakes on her toes, and now Medusa’s nails scraping lightly across her soles—it was all too much. Her body was shaking uncontrollably, her laughter wild and delirious.
Medusa smirked. “Come on, Wonder Woman. Tell me the secret. Or do I need to give your big, ticklish feet a little more attention?”
As if to emphasize her point, Medusa’s nails dragged slowly down the length of Wonder Woman’s soles, her fingers focusing on the delicate arches. The snakes on her toes flicked faster, their tongues teasing and tickling every inch of her sensitive skin. They teased the webbing of her toes, the pads of her feet, even her heels were smothered in playful tongues tasting her.
Wonder Woman let out a loud squeal, her legs trembling as the ticklish sensations intensified. The nails shot a sensation right up her legs and between her thighs like a burst of electricity “AHAHAHA—n-no—ah! The sAHAHAFE CODES... are—OHHNOOOHAHGAHAHA—70 10 90!”
Medusa laughed triumphantly, her fingers slowing for just a moment as Wonder Woman gasped for breath. “There we go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” she sneered. “Just a little tickle, and the mighty Wonder Woman gives up everything. How utterly pathetic.”
Wonder Woman’s laughter continued, her body convulsing with exhaustion as the phantom hands and snakes resumed their relentless assault. She was completely broken, unable to stop the giggles that poured from her lips, drooling, leaking tears nonstop, completely at Medusa’s mercy.
Medusa’s grin widened as she leaned down, her voice a low, mocking whisper. “And now… I’ll take everything else you have. One secret at a time. You’ll give them all to me, laughing the whole way.”
Medusa’s laughter echoed throughout her dimly lit lair, a sound that dripped with malice and delight. Wonder Woman squirmed helplessly in the tight confines of the vent, bound by ropes that secured her feet, leaving her completely at Medusa’s mercy.
Wonder Woman’s heart raced as Medusa leaned closer, her voice dripping with malicious glee. “I have connections, you know. Other villains—sadistic ones—who would love to have a turn with you. Just imagine the endless tickling! I’ll auction you off to the highest bidder! You’ll be their prized possession, their favorite little tickle toy!”
“NOOO!! NO YOUHOHO...YOU WOULDNT!” Wonder Woman stammered, her eyes widening in horror.
“Oh, but I will!” Medusa grinned, enjoying the growing panic on Wonder Woman’s face. “Just think of it! They’d pay handsomely for the pleasure of seeing the mighty Wonder Woman in a fit of hysterics!”
Wonder Woman’s laughter mixed with desperation, her cheeks flushed with humiliation. “YOUHoho...you cahahant dO THIS TO MEHEHE--I WONT...LET YOU!”
“Let me? Oh, my dear, you have no choice! Just look at you! How can you resist? You’re completely vulnerable, and soon the world will know how ticklish you truly are!” Medusa’s fingers danced faster over Wonder Woman’s sensitive skin, teasing her mercilessly.
“And just think of what those sadistic villains will do to you! They’ll have you squealing and laughing as they explore every ticklish inch of your body. And the best part? You’ll be powerless to stop them! They’ll relish in your laughter, finding joy in your humiliation and ill have whatever it is i desire.”.
Wonder Woman could hardly breathe, her laughter turning into cries of desperation. “You’re insane! aHAHAHAHAH-- I won’t let yOUHU...DOHOHI THISSSSSHAHAAHAH"
“Oh, but you won’t have a choice, my lovely Amazon!” Medusa taunted. “They’ll pay dearly for the chance to tickle you, and once I sell you off, you’ll be trapped in a never-ending cycle of laughter and humiliation. I might even film it to sell later—imagine the profits!”
The sheer horror of her words sent a fresh wave of laughter pouring from Wonder Woman. “HahAHa—no! You can’t do that! I won’t let you! I’ll find a way to—BahAHAHAHAHA---OHHH—escape..!”
Medusa merely chuckled, her fingers still teasing the tender skin of Wonder Woman’s underarms. “Oh, but for now, you’re mine. I think I’ll keep tickling you until you spill all your secrets! Now, how much does it tickle, Wonder Woman? I want to hear you say it! How ticklish are those mighty pits of yours?”
“Worse than AAANNYTHIINGAHAHAHA! It’s toHOHOrture!"
"and how about when i scritch your soles...hows that?"
"MAHAHA...DDENING...MADDENING!!!! AHAHA! YOU...YOUWOHONONTWIN!!” Wonder Woman gasped, her laughter echoing through the lair, the weight of her situation crashing down on her as she realized the full extent of Medusa’s cruel intentions.
“Oh, sweetie, it’s not just about winning! It’s about making you feel every moment of your helplessness!” Medusa relished her victory, her fingers continuing their torment.
Wonder Woman tried to resist, biting her lip hard, but her body betrayed her. The sensation of Medusa’s fingers tracing over the arches of her feet while the snakes licked along her toes was unbearable, the light touch igniting every nerve in her body. “I—I won’t give you what you want! HAHAHA—nOOHOo matter what!”
Medusa laughed softly, shaking her head. “Oh, you’ll give me everything, darling. But first, we’re going to have some fun. I feel almost bad about your predicament, i clearly have the advantage. You dont even stand a fighting chance!"
She stops her tickling for a moment, the dizzy Amazon finally able to breathe.
"...how about this.”
With a cruel flick of her wrist the bottom of wonder woman's spine has a cursive M on it. From it, her skin seems to be stone.
"ive given you a brand. A curse. Now whenever you laugh, the curse will spread, and if you laugh too much, your entire body will turn to stone. Except your pits, feet, and face of course."
Wonder Woman’s heart raced, her eyes widening in alarm as she felt a strange tingling sensation start to creep over her skin. Her stomach sank in terror.
Oh no. Oh gods no.
“And when the stone reaches its max,” Medusa said with an almost giddy tone, “it will leave your face, armpits, and feet open. You’ll be able to breathe and speak, of course. Youll never be hungry again. But your most ticklish spots will be completely exposed for the rest of your life. The rest of your body will be safely encased in stone—perfectly protected—while I, or anyone else, can tickle you to our hearts’ content.”
Medusa wasted no time, her fingers lazily gliding over the delicate skin. From her toes, to her heel, making sure to draw figure 8s on those delicate soles she couldn't bare to have tickled.
Wonder Woman tried to hold back the laughter, clenching her teeth as Medusa’s finger traced agonizingly slow circles over the ball of her feet. Meanwhile, the phantom hands at her underarms began to tease the edges of her sensitive pits, barely brushing the skin but enough to send jolts of sensation racing through her body. Her resolve was wavering.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle,” Medusa sang, her fingers tracing slow, teasing circles over the balls of Wonder Woman’s feet. “Look how your toes curl, how your feet twitch... Completely helpless. All I have to do is stroke these soles, and you’ll be laughing uncontrollably.”
Wonder Woman’s toes flexed desperately, but the lasso held them in place, making it impossible to protect her feet. “No—NHHH...—pleHEHESE—it.....tickles.. too much!”
“Aww, poor little Amazon,” Medusa mocked, her grin widening. “Does it tickle too much? Are your poor, ticklish feet too sensitive? Coochie coo, Wonder Woman. Let’s see how long you can hold out.”
Her fingers danced faster now, tracing every wrinkle on Wonder Woman’s soles, flicking her toes, and grazing the ultra-sensitive skin just beneath her heels. The sensation was maddening, and Wonder Woman’s laughter became louder, more desperate.
“HnnnnNNHHHH—noHOHO—I caHHHn’t take it!”
Medusa smirked, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Oh, but you can take it. And you will take it. Forever, if I wish. But don’t worry, darling, I won’t keep you all to myself.” She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper.
“I’m going to sell you to the highest bidder. Can you imagine it? The Joker will keep you as his personal tickle statue, with your feet and armpits exposed for anyone to play with. He’ll invite all his guests to come over and give your soles a little tickle. Every finger that touches you will make you laugh harder and harder, and you’ll never escape.”
Wonder Woman’s heart pounded in her chest, the horror of the thought mixing with the unbearable tickling. “No! NNHH—you can’t—do that!”
“Oh, but I can,” Medusa said, her fingers never slowing their torment. “And let’s not forget Scarecrow. He’ll pump you full of his fear toxins, and you’ll believe that hundreds of people are tickling you all at once. You’ll feel fingers on every inch of your body, every second of the day. And no matter how much you laugh, no one will stop. It’ll be your worst nightmare, Wonder Woman—an eternity of tickling.”
“HahAHHA—noHO—I can’t take it!” Wonder Woman gasped, tears streaming down her sweat stained cheeks.
The stone had now reached her waist, and she could feel its cold weight pulling her down.
“Coochie coo, Wonder Woman,” Medusa taunted, her fingers focusing on the ball of Wonder Woman’s foot, her nails lightly scraping along the skin there. “Such big, sensitive feet you have. I bet you never thought these delicate big feet would ever be noticed did you? You thought no one was brave enough to tickle you...didn't you?"
“Oh, my dear Wonder Woman,” Medusa cooed, “I’ve already gotten so many delicious secrets from you. But there’s one I’m dying to know.” She leaned in closer, her voice dripping with malice. “Tell me…the greatest secret of the Amazonians.”
Wonder Woman, still fighting against the overwhelming tickling sensations, managed to summon some defiance. “I—I’ll nehEHEVER tell you that...Medusa!” she gasped, her voice trembling but determined. “You caHAN...’t leave me like this foOHO..HOrever!”
Medusa chuckled darkly, tracing A finger along Wonder Woman’s outer soles, sending shivers up her spine. “Oh, you silly Amazon. You’re in no position to make demands.”
Wonder Woman’s mouth fell open in horror. “You’re mad, MeHeHedusa! I won’t—”
Before she could finish, Medusa’s finger trailed down the arch of her foot, tracing the delicate wrinkles. “You won’t what, hmm? You won’t laugh? Or you won’t give up your secret?” Medusa’s voice was practically a purr now. “Oh, Wonder Woman, you’re going to laugh. You’ll laugh more than you ever have in your life.”
“I—won’t…nnhHhnnn.. give in…”
“Oh, but you will,” Medusa sang, her fingers now teasingly tracing each wrinkle on Wonder Woman’s soles, the sensation driving her wild. She clenched her fists , biting her lip—anything to keep from laughing.
Without warning Medusa began to spider her sharp nails all over her soles, from beneathe her toes to the bottoms of her heel.
“Gah—no! HAHAHAHA!” Wonder Woman finally burst into laughter, the sensations overwhelming her. As soon as she did, the magic took effect. She could feel it—stone beginning to creep up her legs starring at her ankles, slowly solidifying her limbs.
“Ahhh, there it is!” Medusa mocked, her laughter bubbling with glee. “Look at that—just a little laugh and already the stone is starting to claim you. How long do you think you can hold out, Wonder Woman? Another giggle and you’ll be trapped, with only your most ticklish spots left open for my entertainment.”
“No— HAHAHAHA —!” Wonder Woman gasped, but she could already feel the stone growing up her thighs, inching toward her torso.
Wonder Woman clenched her fists, trying to block out the sensations, but it was useless. Her soles were unbearably sensitive, and every stroke of Medusa’s fingers sent jolts of ticklish agony through her body. “HaHAHAHA—I cAHAHAHAan’t—stop laughing! HAHAHAHA—it’s too much!”
Medusa chuckled, her voice thick with mockery. “Oh, I know it is. But that’s the best part, isn’t it? No matter how strong you are, no matter how much you fight, you can’t resist the tickling. Your sweaty armpits, your stretched-out toes, your sensitive soles—they’re all just begging to be tickled. You’re helpless."
“How does it feel, Wonder Woman?” Medusa taunted, her voice low and sultry. “To have your greatest weakness exposed like this? Your sweaty armpits, your big, ticklish feet… you’re completely at my mercy. Does it tickle? Hmm?”
“Yes! HAAaaaAHAHAHA —it tickles! I can’t take it!” Wonder Woman cried, her laughter echoing through the chamber as the stone continued to crawl over her body, now reaching her stomach.
“And soon,” Medusa continued, her voice dripping with mockery, “you’ll be completely encased in stone, except for your lovely, ticklish feet and armpits. What a sight you’ll be—a ticklish Amazon, trapped forever in a prison of laughter.”
“No— HAHAHAHA —please! I’ll never— HAHAHAHA —tell you the secret!” Wonder Woman gasped, her breath coming in ragged bursts.
“Oh, you’ll tell me,” Medusa said with a smirk. “But first, let’s have a little more fun.” She leaned down, her fingers tracing every wrinkle, every sensitive spot on Wonder Woman’s feet, while the phantom hands teased the edges of her underarms. Without warning the phantom hands on her pits spread the skin open, making it even mare taut and vuknerable, before skittering their nails all over the nerve ridden flesh.
Wonder Woman could hardly breathe through her hysterical laughter. The stone had reached her chest now, leaving her arms and legs almost fully encased.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle… such sensitive spots. I wonder what the other villains will do to you once I sell you to them.”
Medusa’s voice was light, almost playful. “They’ll have so much fun with you, Wonder Woman. The Riddler maybe? He’ll make you answer riddles while you’re laughing so hard you can barely think. And every time you fail… more tickling. You’ll never escape.”
“You’re running out of time, my dear,” Medusa taunted, her fingers still gliding over Wonder Woman’s sensitive soles. “Soon, you’ll be completely trapped. And then? Endless tickling. You’ll laugh, and laugh, and laugh until you have no secrets left to give. And even then… you’ll still laugh.”
“HAHAHAHA—no! Please! I can’t— HAHAHAHAAAaaaAAA—take it anymoHOHOre!” Wonder Woman gasped, tears streaming down her face from the intensity of the tickling. Never had a Wonder Woman begged and pleaded like this. Not in all her years had she been driven to this point. If it wasn’t already obvious it was impossible to ignore now.
Tickling was this heroes kryptonite.
Medusa leaned in, her voice soft but filled with cruel intent. “One last chance, Wonder Woman. Tell me the secret of the Amazonians, or spend the rest of eternity laughing at the mercy of villains who will never stop.”
Wonder Woman’s resolve wavered. The stone was nearly complete, but she refused to give in. “I— HAHAHAHA —won’t tell you—HAHAHAHA—no matter what! …i…I cant!”
Medusa grinned, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “Oh, I think you will. And when you do, you’ll be laughing the entire time.” She flicked her fingers over Wonder Woman’s soles and underarms with renewed vigor, pushing the Amazon to the brink of hysterical madness.
“Tickle, tickle, Wonder Woman… it’s only a matter of time.
Medusa whispered, her voice almost gentle now, as if she were speaking to a child. “Does it tickle here? Or maybe here? Ohhhhh, I bet those sweaty armpits of yours are so sensitive, aren’t they? I bet you’ve never been tickled like this before.”
“HAHA—yes! HAAAAHAhAhhA—it’s the worst— HAHAHAHA —tickling ever!”
Wonder Woman sobbed, her body trembling with uncontrollable laughter. The stone was now creeping up her chest, leaving only her feet, armpits, and face exposed.
“That’s right,” Medusa said with a smirk. “And it’s only going to get worse. Because once you’re fully encased in stone, your ticklish little feet and pits will be all that’s left. And I’ll make sure every villain you’ve ever fought has a chance to tickle you. Poison Ivy maybe…She’ll use vines to tickle you from head to toe, wrapping around your body while you laugh and laugh.”
“HAHAHAHA —no! HAHAHAHA —I can’t take any more!” Wonder Woman cried, her voice breaking as the laughter tore through her. The stone had almost reached her neck now, leaving her completely immobile, except for her still-exposed, still-helpless feet and armpits.
Medusa’s fingers never stopped, never slowed. She leaned in close, her voice low and dangerous, her breathe adding to the tickling feeling on her instep
“Coochie coo, Wonder Woman. Ticklish little Amazon. You’re mine now. And you’ll never stop laughing. My little tickle toy.”
Medusa’s grin widened as she watched Wonder Woman, trapped in the encroaching stone, her body trembling uncontrollably with laughter. The Amazon warrior was nearing her breaking point, her face flushed, her eyes wide with helplessness, mouth stretched open in agonizing laughter with tears pooling in the vent under her. Medusa’s fingers danced cruelly over her soles, paying special attention to the delicate, most sensitive spots.
“You’re almost there, aren’t you?” Medusa taunted, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “I can see it in your eyes. Just one more push, and you’ll be mine completely. Your feet are so sensitive, so soft… Let’s see how you handle this.”
With that, she began tracing a single finger directly down the center of Wonder Woman’s soles, starting at her heels and moving slowly, methodically, toward her toes. Each agonizing stroke sent waves of unbearable ticklish sensations through the Amazon’s body, her toes straining against the lasso that held them taut. The snakes flicked their tongues on the webbing of her toes before teasing up the stems all while those sharp nails lazily focuses on the soles stretched out center.
Seemingly her very worst spot.
"NAAAHHHHHHHHHAHAHQHHHAHAAHANOOOOO!!!!! MY FEET!!!! LEHEHHEEVE MY FEHEHEHET ALOOOHOHONE!!!"
“Coochie coo, Wonder Woman,” Medusa whispered, her voice teasing and cruel. “Tickle, tickle, tickle. Look at you—those big, strong feet stretched out and helpless. You can’t even curl your toes, can you? No protection. No escape. And these soles? Begging for my touch.”
Wonder Woman’s body jerked with every pass of Medusa’s finger, but she was utterly trapped. The stone had crawled up to her neck now, leaving only her face, armpits, and feet exposed. Her laughter had reached the point of silent hysteria, her mouth open wide in a desperate, gasping laugh, but no sound escaped her lips. Her watery eyes pleaded for mercy, but none came.
“Such a ticklish little Amazon,” Medusa continued, her fingers swirling maddeningly in the center of Wonder Woman’s soles. “And what about these pits of yours?” She glanced up at the phantom hands, which had been tormenting Wonder Woman’s underarms with light strokes. “Let’s see what happens when we tickle the center of those pits, hmm?”
At Medusa’s command, the phantom hands finally descended into the hollow of Wonder Woman’s outstretched armpits, their fingers swirling and dancing in the most sensitive center. The combination of the tickling on her soles and the deep tickling in her pits was too much for Wonder Woman to bear. Her body quivered with silent laughter, her mouth moving as if she were trying to scream, her very fingertips now encased in stone.
A pool of urine suddenly began to dampen her skirt, drips of it traveling out the bottom of the vent for Medusa to see.
The mighty Wonder Woman, a goddess among men, had wet herself laughing.
“HA! Oh dear, poor Wonder Woman,” Medusa cooed mockingly. “You’d tell me your little secret now, wouldn’t you? If you could talk, I bet you’d scream it at the top of your lungs just to make the tickling stop. But you can’t, can you? No, you’re too busy laughing your pretty little head off, pissing yourself.”
Wonder Woman’s chest heaved as she gasped for breath, her silent laughter tearing through her body. Every stroke of Medusa’s fingers, every tickle from the phantom hands in her armpits, was pure agony. She wanted to speak, to shout, to give in to Medusa’s demands, but the tickling had rendered her completely mute.
She had caved, her steel resolve broken. Yet still she was being tickled.
“Coochie coo, Wonder Woman!” Medusa teased, her fingers never stopping. “Does it tickle that much? Can’t even breathe, can you? You’d give me all the Amazonian secrets just to make me stop, but you can’t even say a word. Poor little ticklish Amazon, you’re trapped! You’re mine!”
The stone crept ever closer, locking her fully in place. Wonder Woman could feel the weight of it, but the tickling was all she could focus on—the unbearable, maddening sensation on her feet and underarms.
She leaned in close, her breath hot against Wonder Woman’s soles. “Tickle, tickle, tickle. Poor thing. You’re almost fully encased now. All that’s left are your helpless feet and these lovely pits of yours. And do you know what that means?”
Wonder Woman’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, her body quaking from the relentless tickling. The stone had finally reached its full form, encasing her from head to toe, leaving only her face, feet, and underarms exposed—just as Medusa had promised.
“It means,” Medusa continued with a sadistic chuckle, “you’ll be like this forever. I could tickle these feet and armpits of yours for the rest of eternity, and you wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it. Just endless, helpless laughter”
Medusa ran a single finger from the center of Wonder Woman’s soles to her toes, over and over again, while the phantom hands continued to swirl in the depths of her armpits. Wonder Woman’s face contorted in silent laughter, her body trying to shake, but the stone held her in place.
She leaned in closer, her voice a cruel whisper. “Tickle, tickle, tickle. You’ll laugh forever, Wonder Woman. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Wonder Woman’s mouth remained open in silent laughter, her toes flexing and twitching under Medusa’s relentless teasing. Her pits were on fire, her feet burning with ticklish agony.
Finally she pulled Wonder Woman from her vent prison. She was perfectly encased in stone, one the verge of blacking out, the wetness of her urine now staining her stone skinned thighs. She was nothing more then a statue with a face and fleshy pits and blushing soles.
And as she stared up at Medusa’s gleeful, mocking face, she knew her torment was far from over.
