PeterVincentTGVK
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Dedicated to Miss Gudgudi...
After moving William's unconscious form onto his couch to let him sleep, Jenni set about her usual escape plan. Nothing too fabulous. She put her things away and left through the front door. It's not like any of her victims were gonna call the cops. Yeah, call the police cause they were tickled to orgasm by a clown. That would be a laugh.
Jenni got into her car. She always parked a few blocks down from the house she planned on entering. She got in her car. It was only 2 in the morning. She had plenty of time to rest before class in the late morning. She put the key in the ignition... and felt the rag press into her face...
Purple. The room is purple. Incense can be smelled. The smoke drifted by Jenni's nose as she awoke. It smelled wonderful. It might have even been relaxing to her... if she wasn't restrained. Her clothes were still on, as was her face paint. Her wrists were tied in shackles which pulled them out in a T shape. Her legs were cuffed to two chairs in front of her. There was no seat in the chair she was in. Her torso was bound comfortably though and the padding under her thighs kept her elevated. She wondered about the missing seat though. At least she was a female, she thought to herself. She had just seen Casino Royale.
The door opened and a figure entered the room. The curves under the sequined gown told Jenni that the figure was female. She wore a mask similar to the ones worn in “The Purge”, but not as creepy. A female face over a female face. How mysterious. The woman walked over to a dresser near where Jenni was bound. Jenni didn't know what to say.
“I... uh... I like your incense.” She said sheepishly. She knew that in situations like this, it was useless to try and be loud and startle the attacker. She could at least try to get a monologue going.
Jenni got no answer. The woman began to hum. It was a pleasant melody but not one that Jenni immediately recognized.
“What song is that? Is that from a movie or something?” Jenni tried her most pleasant tone of voice, trying to befriend the woman in the mask. The woman continued to hum. She seemed like she didn't even know Jenni was in the room. Jenni tried to peer around and see what the woman was doing at the dresser, but the woman's back was to her.
The woman turned to face Jenni. The woman tilted her head slightly as she looked at Jenni in a way that seemed almost curious. The woman had a small box in her hands. She must have pulled it from the dresser. It looked to be about the size of a shoe box. The gown russled a little as the woman walked up to Jenni.
“What's in the box?” Jenni asked. As soon as she did, she felt kinda dumb for asking. The woman walked up behind Jenni. Jenni was tied in such a way that she couldn't just turn and see the woman. Jenni started to noticeably get nervous. The woman was still humming that damn song.
“Please... Please talk to me...” Jenni was losing her cool.
Jenni could here the box snap open and the woman humming. At the sound of the snap, Jenni tensed up a bit, as if someone had yelled BOO. She really started to panic when she heard scissors snipping at the air.
“LET ME GO!” Jenni yelled. The woman kept humming and snipping. Jenni felt a tug at the back of her satin outfit and a tearing. The woman was cutting her suit off. “Hey! Stop that!”
After about 10 minutes, Jenni was only in her bra, thong undies, and socks. Her face paint was still on. She noticed the mirror in front of her on the wall across the room. She looked at her full womanly body, and the silly face paint that adorned her. She knew for a moment the awkward feeling of seeing a woman and a child in one image. It felt strange. The woman began humming again as she stood behind Jenni. A different tune this time. One that seemed playful but a little threatening. Like the Jaws theme only not quite that same melody.
Jenni looked and noticed the woman's two hands come out and around so that Jenni could see the hands but not the woman. Jenni began to squirm uncomfortably. It was that damn song. Panic began to overwhelm Jenni as she saw the fingers begin to bicycle in the air.
“Wh-what do you want!? Stop that!” Jenni tried to reason with the woman. The curling fingers started to approach Jenni's underarms.
“Stohohohop No hehehe” Jenni found herself giddy with nervousness as the song reached a crescendo and the fingers were almost at their targets.
“Boop!” The song ended and the index fingers of both hands began to twirl under Jenni's arms.
“HEHhEHEHhEhehHEheheHheH” There was no holding back. Jenni laughed and twitched, trying to elude the fingers. The woman had stopped humming. The tune was clearly meant to build anxiety in Jenni and it had worked beautifully. Now the woman was silent as the two fingers stroked in the hairless hollows. Jenni looked up into the mirror again and saw the laughing clown face that belonged to her. The woman stopped after a few moments. Jenni used the time to catch her breath. The woman walked around so that Jenni could see her. The woman sat in the chair that Jenni's right foot was bound to. And she pulled off her mask.
She was beautiful. Obviously foreign. Maybe from India, Jenni thought. The woman smiled at Jenni. It was a knowing smile. One that an old friend might give if they caught you in a lie. The woman spoke finally.
“Now I know.” The woman said softly. “I have been watching you, Jenni. For almost a year now. You have been very naughty. Breaking and entering... tickling... hahaha. I have something to confess.”
“What is that?” Jenni asked. This woman definitely had her curiosity.
“I love clowns. I have since I was little. I love how they make people laugh. But when I came across you... Oh boy!” The woman looked like a kid at Christmas. “I just had to know... if I could make YOU laugh. I guess I can. Hehe.”
The woman would have seen Jenni blushing if it wasn't for the clown paint.
“Now let's see how many more giggles I can get out of you.” The woman placed her index finger on a patch of skin on the right side of Jenni's bellybutton. Jenni twitched slightly and bit her lip.
“Is that a spot, Jenni?” The finger began to trace in a circle around Jenni's bellybutton. Jenni tried to hide her face and the dimples in her cheeks caused by her curling lips. The woman didn't seem to mind. The way that Jenni's belly quivered was evidence enough. “tickle tickle tickle, Jenni baby...”
“Hehehe” Jenni giggled girlishly.
“That's what I want to hear, Jenni.” The finger creeped into Jenni's bellybutton and became still. Jenni's eyes were electric. The woman kept her finger still and cleared her throat. “By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm a mistress. I'm YOUR mistress. You call me Mistress Gudgudi.”
Gudgudi? Jenni knew it was a foreign word but not the meaning.
“It means... Tickle.” The finger in the bellybutton began to gently scratch. It was a maddening touch, like the tip of a feather inside and earlobe. The reaction was instantaneous.
“HehEHEHEHhehEHeHhehEHHEheHEHHE NOOOOO!!!” Jenni laughed wildly.
“Tickle tickle tickle! Jenni's got her OWN panic button, Doesn't she?” Gudgudi pointed out in reference to the perineum torture Jenni had so often put upon her ticklees in the past.
Jenni could do nothing but laugh as her navel was tormented. Soon the finger stopped and Jenni breathed a sigh of relief as Gudgudi removed the finger.
“Please. No more.” Jenni pleaded.
“Oh... but I am just starting. You have so many places to try out...” Gudgudi began to lobster claw Jenni's waist and hips. “Don't we? Don't we? Don't we? Yes we do!”
“AhhaHaeh aeHHAEEHHEA aHEHHHAEH ahheHAAHEHAHEHAHE!” Jenni laughed with each loving pinch on the tender spots. Dignity was a far off dream.
Gudgudi stopped and got up to pick up her scissors again before sitting back down.
“I hope you aren't shy.” She said as she snipped off Jenni's bra, allowing the gorgeous triple D's to feel the fresh cool air. Jenni had never been more grateful for face paint in her life as her nipples hardened almost immediately.
“I think I have just the thing for those.” Gudgudi got up again and went to her box. When she sat down, she was holding two peacock feathers. Jenni giggled at the sight of them. Gudgudi smiled.
“Oh yeah. It will tickle, Jenni.” Gudgudi began to use the feathers to sweep across Jenni's nipples. Jenni let out a small yelp and clamped her mouth shut. Gudgudi just smirked with a saucy look in her eyes.
“It's intolerable, isn't it? Like ants under your skin...” The feathers kept sweeping against the pink swollen buds. The corners of Jenni's lips once again began to rise against her will.
“I remember reading somewhere that people tend to be ticklish in spots that they have strong feelings about. Places they might be embarrassed about or that get talked about a lot. Like the bottom or the chest on women. Ever noticed how ticklish guys are on their feet? I think it's cause they wanna feel so manly. Stand tall and all that jazz. They don't like when a girl gives em a little tickle. Makes em feel weak. You know all about that, don't you? Well I think girls with big breasts are always kinda self conscious about it. Always just a little worried about their firmness. Is some guy gonna come up to you in the bar and goose ya a little? They are so tender aren't they?”
The peacock feathers continued their sweeping. They never stopped or slowed. Just sweeping in the same motion. Patiently. Jenni began to tremble, as if fighting back giggles.
“Give in, Jenni. You know it tickles you. So gentle... they won't stop...”
Jenni's head began to twist from side to side in a valiant effort. But the feather's kisses were breaking her down.
“They won't stop...” Gudgudi repeated. The feathers kept sweeping and sweeping... up and down... up and down...
“Hehhehehhehehhehehehhe” Jenni finally submitted to the sensual tickle. Gudgudi grinned with satisfaction.
“See, isn't it better to just let yourself go?” Gudgudi dropped the feathers and began to ticklishly tweak the nipples with her fingertips.
“EhhHHEHEhhehHEhehehheHehhEHHE!” Jenni's giggles turned to laughter as she looked at Gudgudi with total submission. The nipple tickling continued for a while, but the Mistress switched up tactics here and there. The nipples soon knew the spidering, stroking, pinching, and rubbing that could only come from the fingers of a master tickler. And Jenni had tears in her eyes by the end of it. Eventually, Gudgudi showed some mercy and let the swollen buds go. Jenni calmed down and Gudgudi did something unexpected. She raised her hand to wipe the tears that were in Jenni's eyes.
“I don't mean to make you suffer. Not yet anyway. This is about fun” Gudgudi's fingers began to scratch the socked sole of the foot on the chair she sat in, making the giggles flow free from Jenni's mouth once again. The foot tickling only went on for a few moments. Enough for a game of This Little Piggy that left Jenni giggling even after it had ended. Gudgudi knew her stuff.
“Now. I am curious... and I never get curious.” Gudgudi claimed.
Jenni looked at her. Clearly confused.
“What are you curious about?” Jenni asked.
“Where are you the most ticklish?” Gudgudi asked with a maternal smile that chilled Jenni's blood.
Of course Jenni knew where. It was a spot that had only ever been tickled maybe twice in her whole life. She chose to remain silent. Gudgudi spoke up.
“I guess I will just have to find it.” Gudgudi began a search of the spots she hadn't tickled yet. Jenni's soft sides rewarded Gudgudi with giggles and squirms. Light spidering and scribbling on her ribs, especially near the sides of the breasts, brought a very shy and girlish laughter from the clown. Soft poking at the hips made the curvy young woman twitch like she had been hit with jumper cables. Under her knees made Jenni try to pull her legs in instinctively. Was that the sweet spot? No.
Gudgudi was almost out of ideas. She looked Jenni over very slowly. Suddenly, a lovely smile crossed the Indian woman's pretty face. She had an idea in her brilliant mind. A very good idea of where Jenni could be brought to hysterics. But she couldn't just attack it. No. She had to be sly. She had to test the flesh before she struck with fervor. She had an idea. Segue into it, she thought.
Gudgudi raised her index fingers so that Jenni could see them. They gave a little wiggle in the air that made Jenni sink back into her seat a little bit. The fingers were slowly lowered to Jenni's hips. The fingers traced the skin of Jenni's hips right on the outline of her butt.
Jenni pursed her lips hard and tensed her ass cheeks momemtarily. That was all Gudgudi needed.
“Uh oh.” Gudgudi whispered and then repeated the trace. She could see Jenni trying VERY hard to remain calm. “I think I've been paying far too much attention to your front.” Gudgudi reached between Jenni's legs. This was a moment of truth.
“No. Please don't do that.” Jenni pleaded, knowing what was on the mistresses mind. Gudgudi only smiled evilly and began to trace little circles in the centers of Jenni's cheeks. Jenni's face blew up like a chipmunk as she tried not to laugh. But as soon as the talented tickler introduced her nails to the soft flesh, Jenni erupted in frantic laughter.
“HAHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAH HHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAH EHHEHEHEHEHHE AHHAHHHAAHHA EHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH!”
“I think we have found your secret spot, Jen. I thought it was your breasts before but thinking about it, it should have been obvious. Such lovely cheeks. Hehe.”
Jenni was beside herself with laughter. She didn't even notice when Gudgudi picked up the peacock feather and swept it in Jenni's crack.
“NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO HAHHHAEHAEHAHEHAEHAE HEAHEHAEHHAE AEHHAEHEHAEHHAEHAEHHAEHAE AEHAEHAEHAEHAHEHAEHAEHAHE!!!!” Jenni thrashed violently in her seat as she now realized why there was a hole in the chair.
Gudgudi continued the torture until Jenni looked as if she was about to pass out. Gudgudi stopped and got up to hug Jenni. Her arms wrapped lovingly around the young clown as she said.
“Oh, Jenni. I am gonna have a LOT of fun with you. This is only the beginning.”
After moving William's unconscious form onto his couch to let him sleep, Jenni set about her usual escape plan. Nothing too fabulous. She put her things away and left through the front door. It's not like any of her victims were gonna call the cops. Yeah, call the police cause they were tickled to orgasm by a clown. That would be a laugh.
Jenni got into her car. She always parked a few blocks down from the house she planned on entering. She got in her car. It was only 2 in the morning. She had plenty of time to rest before class in the late morning. She put the key in the ignition... and felt the rag press into her face...
Purple. The room is purple. Incense can be smelled. The smoke drifted by Jenni's nose as she awoke. It smelled wonderful. It might have even been relaxing to her... if she wasn't restrained. Her clothes were still on, as was her face paint. Her wrists were tied in shackles which pulled them out in a T shape. Her legs were cuffed to two chairs in front of her. There was no seat in the chair she was in. Her torso was bound comfortably though and the padding under her thighs kept her elevated. She wondered about the missing seat though. At least she was a female, she thought to herself. She had just seen Casino Royale.
The door opened and a figure entered the room. The curves under the sequined gown told Jenni that the figure was female. She wore a mask similar to the ones worn in “The Purge”, but not as creepy. A female face over a female face. How mysterious. The woman walked over to a dresser near where Jenni was bound. Jenni didn't know what to say.
“I... uh... I like your incense.” She said sheepishly. She knew that in situations like this, it was useless to try and be loud and startle the attacker. She could at least try to get a monologue going.
Jenni got no answer. The woman began to hum. It was a pleasant melody but not one that Jenni immediately recognized.
“What song is that? Is that from a movie or something?” Jenni tried her most pleasant tone of voice, trying to befriend the woman in the mask. The woman continued to hum. She seemed like she didn't even know Jenni was in the room. Jenni tried to peer around and see what the woman was doing at the dresser, but the woman's back was to her.
The woman turned to face Jenni. The woman tilted her head slightly as she looked at Jenni in a way that seemed almost curious. The woman had a small box in her hands. She must have pulled it from the dresser. It looked to be about the size of a shoe box. The gown russled a little as the woman walked up to Jenni.
“What's in the box?” Jenni asked. As soon as she did, she felt kinda dumb for asking. The woman walked up behind Jenni. Jenni was tied in such a way that she couldn't just turn and see the woman. Jenni started to noticeably get nervous. The woman was still humming that damn song.
“Please... Please talk to me...” Jenni was losing her cool.
Jenni could here the box snap open and the woman humming. At the sound of the snap, Jenni tensed up a bit, as if someone had yelled BOO. She really started to panic when she heard scissors snipping at the air.
“LET ME GO!” Jenni yelled. The woman kept humming and snipping. Jenni felt a tug at the back of her satin outfit and a tearing. The woman was cutting her suit off. “Hey! Stop that!”
After about 10 minutes, Jenni was only in her bra, thong undies, and socks. Her face paint was still on. She noticed the mirror in front of her on the wall across the room. She looked at her full womanly body, and the silly face paint that adorned her. She knew for a moment the awkward feeling of seeing a woman and a child in one image. It felt strange. The woman began humming again as she stood behind Jenni. A different tune this time. One that seemed playful but a little threatening. Like the Jaws theme only not quite that same melody.
Jenni looked and noticed the woman's two hands come out and around so that Jenni could see the hands but not the woman. Jenni began to squirm uncomfortably. It was that damn song. Panic began to overwhelm Jenni as she saw the fingers begin to bicycle in the air.
“Wh-what do you want!? Stop that!” Jenni tried to reason with the woman. The curling fingers started to approach Jenni's underarms.
“Stohohohop No hehehe” Jenni found herself giddy with nervousness as the song reached a crescendo and the fingers were almost at their targets.
“Boop!” The song ended and the index fingers of both hands began to twirl under Jenni's arms.
“HEHhEHEHhEhehHEheheHheH” There was no holding back. Jenni laughed and twitched, trying to elude the fingers. The woman had stopped humming. The tune was clearly meant to build anxiety in Jenni and it had worked beautifully. Now the woman was silent as the two fingers stroked in the hairless hollows. Jenni looked up into the mirror again and saw the laughing clown face that belonged to her. The woman stopped after a few moments. Jenni used the time to catch her breath. The woman walked around so that Jenni could see her. The woman sat in the chair that Jenni's right foot was bound to. And she pulled off her mask.
She was beautiful. Obviously foreign. Maybe from India, Jenni thought. The woman smiled at Jenni. It was a knowing smile. One that an old friend might give if they caught you in a lie. The woman spoke finally.
“Now I know.” The woman said softly. “I have been watching you, Jenni. For almost a year now. You have been very naughty. Breaking and entering... tickling... hahaha. I have something to confess.”
“What is that?” Jenni asked. This woman definitely had her curiosity.
“I love clowns. I have since I was little. I love how they make people laugh. But when I came across you... Oh boy!” The woman looked like a kid at Christmas. “I just had to know... if I could make YOU laugh. I guess I can. Hehe.”
The woman would have seen Jenni blushing if it wasn't for the clown paint.
“Now let's see how many more giggles I can get out of you.” The woman placed her index finger on a patch of skin on the right side of Jenni's bellybutton. Jenni twitched slightly and bit her lip.
“Is that a spot, Jenni?” The finger began to trace in a circle around Jenni's bellybutton. Jenni tried to hide her face and the dimples in her cheeks caused by her curling lips. The woman didn't seem to mind. The way that Jenni's belly quivered was evidence enough. “tickle tickle tickle, Jenni baby...”
“Hehehe” Jenni giggled girlishly.
“That's what I want to hear, Jenni.” The finger creeped into Jenni's bellybutton and became still. Jenni's eyes were electric. The woman kept her finger still and cleared her throat. “By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm a mistress. I'm YOUR mistress. You call me Mistress Gudgudi.”
Gudgudi? Jenni knew it was a foreign word but not the meaning.
“It means... Tickle.” The finger in the bellybutton began to gently scratch. It was a maddening touch, like the tip of a feather inside and earlobe. The reaction was instantaneous.
“HehEHEHEHhehEHeHhehEHHEheHEHHE NOOOOO!!!” Jenni laughed wildly.
“Tickle tickle tickle! Jenni's got her OWN panic button, Doesn't she?” Gudgudi pointed out in reference to the perineum torture Jenni had so often put upon her ticklees in the past.
Jenni could do nothing but laugh as her navel was tormented. Soon the finger stopped and Jenni breathed a sigh of relief as Gudgudi removed the finger.
“Please. No more.” Jenni pleaded.
“Oh... but I am just starting. You have so many places to try out...” Gudgudi began to lobster claw Jenni's waist and hips. “Don't we? Don't we? Don't we? Yes we do!”
“AhhaHaeh aeHHAEEHHEA aHEHHHAEH ahheHAAHEHAHEHAHE!” Jenni laughed with each loving pinch on the tender spots. Dignity was a far off dream.
Gudgudi stopped and got up to pick up her scissors again before sitting back down.
“I hope you aren't shy.” She said as she snipped off Jenni's bra, allowing the gorgeous triple D's to feel the fresh cool air. Jenni had never been more grateful for face paint in her life as her nipples hardened almost immediately.
“I think I have just the thing for those.” Gudgudi got up again and went to her box. When she sat down, she was holding two peacock feathers. Jenni giggled at the sight of them. Gudgudi smiled.
“Oh yeah. It will tickle, Jenni.” Gudgudi began to use the feathers to sweep across Jenni's nipples. Jenni let out a small yelp and clamped her mouth shut. Gudgudi just smirked with a saucy look in her eyes.
“It's intolerable, isn't it? Like ants under your skin...” The feathers kept sweeping against the pink swollen buds. The corners of Jenni's lips once again began to rise against her will.
“I remember reading somewhere that people tend to be ticklish in spots that they have strong feelings about. Places they might be embarrassed about or that get talked about a lot. Like the bottom or the chest on women. Ever noticed how ticklish guys are on their feet? I think it's cause they wanna feel so manly. Stand tall and all that jazz. They don't like when a girl gives em a little tickle. Makes em feel weak. You know all about that, don't you? Well I think girls with big breasts are always kinda self conscious about it. Always just a little worried about their firmness. Is some guy gonna come up to you in the bar and goose ya a little? They are so tender aren't they?”
The peacock feathers continued their sweeping. They never stopped or slowed. Just sweeping in the same motion. Patiently. Jenni began to tremble, as if fighting back giggles.
“Give in, Jenni. You know it tickles you. So gentle... they won't stop...”
Jenni's head began to twist from side to side in a valiant effort. But the feather's kisses were breaking her down.
“They won't stop...” Gudgudi repeated. The feathers kept sweeping and sweeping... up and down... up and down...
“Hehhehehhehehhehehehhe” Jenni finally submitted to the sensual tickle. Gudgudi grinned with satisfaction.
“See, isn't it better to just let yourself go?” Gudgudi dropped the feathers and began to ticklishly tweak the nipples with her fingertips.
“EhhHHEHEhhehHEhehehheHehhEHHE!” Jenni's giggles turned to laughter as she looked at Gudgudi with total submission. The nipple tickling continued for a while, but the Mistress switched up tactics here and there. The nipples soon knew the spidering, stroking, pinching, and rubbing that could only come from the fingers of a master tickler. And Jenni had tears in her eyes by the end of it. Eventually, Gudgudi showed some mercy and let the swollen buds go. Jenni calmed down and Gudgudi did something unexpected. She raised her hand to wipe the tears that were in Jenni's eyes.
“I don't mean to make you suffer. Not yet anyway. This is about fun” Gudgudi's fingers began to scratch the socked sole of the foot on the chair she sat in, making the giggles flow free from Jenni's mouth once again. The foot tickling only went on for a few moments. Enough for a game of This Little Piggy that left Jenni giggling even after it had ended. Gudgudi knew her stuff.
“Now. I am curious... and I never get curious.” Gudgudi claimed.
Jenni looked at her. Clearly confused.
“What are you curious about?” Jenni asked.
“Where are you the most ticklish?” Gudgudi asked with a maternal smile that chilled Jenni's blood.
Of course Jenni knew where. It was a spot that had only ever been tickled maybe twice in her whole life. She chose to remain silent. Gudgudi spoke up.
“I guess I will just have to find it.” Gudgudi began a search of the spots she hadn't tickled yet. Jenni's soft sides rewarded Gudgudi with giggles and squirms. Light spidering and scribbling on her ribs, especially near the sides of the breasts, brought a very shy and girlish laughter from the clown. Soft poking at the hips made the curvy young woman twitch like she had been hit with jumper cables. Under her knees made Jenni try to pull her legs in instinctively. Was that the sweet spot? No.
Gudgudi was almost out of ideas. She looked Jenni over very slowly. Suddenly, a lovely smile crossed the Indian woman's pretty face. She had an idea in her brilliant mind. A very good idea of where Jenni could be brought to hysterics. But she couldn't just attack it. No. She had to be sly. She had to test the flesh before she struck with fervor. She had an idea. Segue into it, she thought.
Gudgudi raised her index fingers so that Jenni could see them. They gave a little wiggle in the air that made Jenni sink back into her seat a little bit. The fingers were slowly lowered to Jenni's hips. The fingers traced the skin of Jenni's hips right on the outline of her butt.
Jenni pursed her lips hard and tensed her ass cheeks momemtarily. That was all Gudgudi needed.
“Uh oh.” Gudgudi whispered and then repeated the trace. She could see Jenni trying VERY hard to remain calm. “I think I've been paying far too much attention to your front.” Gudgudi reached between Jenni's legs. This was a moment of truth.
“No. Please don't do that.” Jenni pleaded, knowing what was on the mistresses mind. Gudgudi only smiled evilly and began to trace little circles in the centers of Jenni's cheeks. Jenni's face blew up like a chipmunk as she tried not to laugh. But as soon as the talented tickler introduced her nails to the soft flesh, Jenni erupted in frantic laughter.
“HAHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAH HHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAH EHHEHEHEHEHHE AHHAHHHAAHHA EHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH!”
“I think we have found your secret spot, Jen. I thought it was your breasts before but thinking about it, it should have been obvious. Such lovely cheeks. Hehe.”
Jenni was beside herself with laughter. She didn't even notice when Gudgudi picked up the peacock feather and swept it in Jenni's crack.
“NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO HAHHHAEHAEHAHEHAEHAE HEAHEHAEHHAE AEHHAEHEHAEHHAEHAEHHAEHAE AEHAEHAEHAEHAHEHAEHAEHAHE!!!!” Jenni thrashed violently in her seat as she now realized why there was a hole in the chair.
Gudgudi continued the torture until Jenni looked as if she was about to pass out. Gudgudi stopped and got up to hug Jenni. Her arms wrapped lovingly around the young clown as she said.
“Oh, Jenni. I am gonna have a LOT of fun with you. This is only the beginning.”
