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Ticklish Gothic Angel

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TICKLISH GOTHIC ANGEL
By Morandilas

The building was tired. The once solid stone edifice sagged with age and disrepair .The keenly sensitive could detect it's bones groaning under the weight of the torrential midnight downpour. The melodic magic of "Christian Death" could be heard echoing in the bowels of the ancient site that once was known as "Cleopatra's Poison" a popular Chicago nightclub. The structure once was teaming with after dark revelers that oozed with gothic charm. But now it stood alone on the deserted streets of an abandoned industrial sector. All but forgotten and slated for demolition.

Near the core of the building on what was once the main dance floor, Cassandra danced. She floated like an apparition all dressed in white. Her pale skin glowed like polished ivory. Her fine chiseled features calm with the eroticism of the moment. She danced in the center of a ring of burning candles. Shadows danced upon the walls and kept her company. Her mind was pleasantly veiled by the sweet intoxication of home grown weed. "Christian Death" poured from the speakers of her portable stereo and filled the tomb with the sinister tune "This Is Heresy".

Cassandra was all that remained of the building's past. A living ghost that haunted it's abandoned halls from time to time. She twirled, lost in memories of what once was. The milky tops of her bare feet with bloodred painted toenails made a distinct contrast with her soles which were blackened by the floors filth.

Suddenly the music died and the terrible silence cut the veil of yesterday and peeled back the memories to reveal the loneliness of the present. The hopelessness. Cassandra slowly twirled to a stop her head hung low, her long black hair falling forward. A tear of realization streaked down her cheek mingling with the sweat of the dance.

The candles flickered in the silence. Cassandra stood with her right ankle crossing her left. She slowly bent her knees and sank to the floor sitting with her legs crossed her soles turned upwards. Cassandra listened to the creaking bones of her old friend. The drumming of the rain pounded in the distance and somewhere nearby a pool of water formed and the steady drops of water could be heard splashing into it.

Whispers in the dark startled her and she realized she was not alone. Cassandra stood up and peered into the surrounding darkness her heart pounding rapidly. Her eyes picked out dark shapes moving about all around her and she began to turn around seeking an avenue of escape.

A solitary figure stepped into the light of her ring of candles. A tall handsome but intimidating fellow. Dressed in dark clothing dripping from the outer storm. He smiled and slowly moved closer to the outside of the ring. Cassandra gasped at his sight.

"Sweet angel of the night, what brings you here. What compels you to visit my dark domain alone and so vulnerable." He spoke softly his eyes absorbing her natural beauty.

Cassandra chewed her ruby lips nervously and nearly tripped over her discarded sandals as she backed away from the tall stranger.

"Speak to me beautiful one" He implored her stepping over the ring advancing slowly. Behind him many others stepped into the light also advancing slowly. Sinister smiles etched upon their faces.

Cassandra turned to run in fright and was met by yet more people emerging from her surrounding darkness. She was surrounded, there was no escape. She was overwhelmed by the masses and swept away screaming. Cassandra passed out with fear.


***


"Welcome back sweet angel" The tall stranger whispered.

Cassandra's eyes fluttered open and she fought back the urge to scream in terror. She was surrounded by over a dozen people. She had been stripped and her wrists were secured over her head by metal shackles. She sat upon a hard stone bench against a wall in a small alcove off the main room. Her legs were stretched out and her feet secured by leather straps to a chair before her. The tall stranger sat upon her shins weighing the chair and her bound limbs down. She was the prisoner of a group of maniacs with no hope of escape.

Recently ignited torches rested in their wall mounts illuminating the immediate surrounding area. The shadows played across the faces of Cassandra's sinister audience. The stranger stared deeply into her eyes and began to speak when he had her full attention.

"The penalty for invading our territory is quite severe, if you were a man you would receive a rather brutal beating. As a woman you will be tortured." The stranger said.

"Tortured!" Cassandra screamed out!

"Please don't hurt me! Please just let me go!" Cassandra begged tears filling her eyes.

"Who said anything about hurting you? I said you would be tortured." The stranger paused. "Tortured with merciless tickling" He grinned noting her reaction.

Cassandra fell silent for brief moment and then her eyes widened with terror. "Tickled!" her mind screamed.

"Noooooooooooo! Please not that! Anything but that!" She screamed.

"Don't worry, I promise it won't hurt a bit." The stranger smiled reaching behind and dragging his nails up her captive soles.

Cassandra shrieked and wiggled her toes violently trying to evade the ticklish sensations driven up her legs by the tall cruel stranger.

The stranger laughed as Cassandra's shrieks dissolved into hysterical high pitched laughter. Two members of the audience ran forward. A man and a woman. They both assaulted Cassandra's naked and frantic body. The woman began to scratch the soft hollows of her armpits while the man went after her ticklish ribs. His fingers danced furiously as so did the woman's nails. A third older man joined the frenzied assault and began to tickle her thighs and squeeze her knees. Cassandra was lost in crazed fits of uncontrollable laughter, She was just too ticklish and the four ticklers had no mercy.

Cassandra's head was thrown back in silent laughter. She struggled with her bounds and tried to pull free. The tickling was driving her mad and she could no longer catch her breath or beg her tormentors for mercy. Tears streamed from her eyes and she looked upon the stranger pleading for the tickling to stop. Her mind screaming out for the torture to end.

Ten fingers tickled her sensitive pits and occasionally wandered to her upper ribs digging in without remorse. Another ten digits kneaded her lower ribs and hips. Yet another squeezed relentlessly at her knees while the stranger continued to scramble his fingers all over her ticklish soles. Cassandra whipped her head from side to side still desperately trying to pull air into her tortured lungs but her laughter was too intense and she was just so ticklish. Cassandra's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she passed out from lack of oxygen.

***

Cassandra awoke from the marijuana induced dream. She sat up and noticed that all of the candles had burned themselves out. Shafts of light penetrated the buildings darkness with the early morning light. Cassandra peered into the shadowy corners searching for her dream's tormentors. The building remained silent and her tormentors were nowhere to be found.

Cassandra sighed with regret and longing. The fingers of her right hand probed the moistness between her legs and she moaned. A tear trickled down her cheek and she stroked herself in sexual frustration. Somewhere out there in the vastness of the world her tall sinister stranger must exist.

Cassandra licked her ruby lips..........
 
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