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Hey guys, I'm back for the new year. The tickling is about halfway into the story and then reappears at the end....
The King of Iron Feather Tournament: The Book of Power
“I never would’ve guessed you were such an adept microbiologist. I thought the doctor was the only scientist among your entourage.” Nina Williams slyly grinned at Yoshimitsu.
The ninja cyborg turned away from his careful placement of the elusive cure in a suitcase to face the smiling Irishwoman. “Yes, I learned many things from my dear friend.”
“I never thought I’d see the day when we’d all be on the same side.” Anna Williams shook her head amusedly.
“Circumstance makes interesting allies, but I digress…. We may have the cure, but we need to find the doctor now.” Yoshimitsu closed his briefcase slowly.
“Hey! Check this out!” Christie Monteiro pointed to a newscast on the TV.
“Last night in Tokyo, the Mishima Corporation World Headquarters burst into flames after what many claim were the sounds of automatic weapons and several explosions.” The broadcast displayed many scenes of a giant smoke cloud and a massive fire consuming the skyscraper. “The police claim that evidence implies this was yet another attack made by ecoterrorist groups that have had a history of tormenting the company, but rumors have spread that dozens of mutilated bodies were scattered outside of the building before the medics were on the scene. Many whisper a great beast or spirit was responsible. When asked for comment, representatives of the often controversial CEO of the company, Heihachi Mishima, simply stated that he had plans to relocate his company to America. He is said to be on a business trip in Phoenix currently.”
“Wow… So karma does exist after all.” Nina chuckled.
“Yes, but the instrument of this karma is of interest to me…. Perhaps, the War God is behind this.” Yoshimitsu warily watched the scenes of the fire.
“Um… Maybe I missed something, but what does the War God have to do with this?” Anna quizzically glanced at the ninja.
“Heihachi was the one who summoned the War God’s original form during the 3rd King of Iron Fist Tournament. After awakening this ancient being, he sought to control it but discovered the deity had a will of its own. Heihachi later tried to kill the deity but failed.” Yoshimitsu uneasily jarred memories of the third tournament within his mind.
“Yeah, but the original War God eventually died, right?” Christie confusedly pondered this fact.
“Yes, but the memories of the original spirit are within the beast that the doctor has become; just like how the memories of the doctor also remain intact.”
“How do you know this?” Nina skeptically met the cyborg’s gaze.
“So far, the beast has acted in ways that confirm both notions. First of all, he sought out you and your sister first, because the doctor had taken quite a liking to both of you during your cryogenic slumbers. Second, if indeed this creature is responsible for what has happened to the Mishima building, the attack must have been inspired by the War God’s memories of Heihachi.”
“But this is still assuming that the War God made the attack.” Anna blinked a few times.
“I know of no other capable of such a catastrophic move. Anyone else would have been slaughtered by Heihachi’s forces before completing such thorough destruction and mayhem. The mutilated bodies sound characteristic of what an angered primordial beast would leave in its path.”
“But so far, the bodies are just a rumor....” Christie leaned back in her chair.
“Do you honestly believe the Mishima Corporation would let such a fiasco be covered without at least a little ‘cleaning up?’ Personally, I think the word on the street can be trusted more than the words of a media that the corporation itself has a heavy hand in.”
“Look, this is all pure conjecture. We’ll never find the War God if….” Nina was interrupted by the ring of her cell phone. “Hi, Michelle… You what?!”
**************************************
“Hey! You know that tickles!” Julia twitched her legs and feet in Hwoarang’s grasp as he gently stroked her reddish, pedicured soles. The taek won do student and the young Navajo were dating now, and Hwoarang liked to tease the pretty feet of his lover.
“Julia, you know you love it.” Hwoarang grinned and let his fingers wiggle under her toes lightly. Julia giggled and squirmed more while curling her long toes to reveal her red toenails.
“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE… stop it!” Julia was starting to enter her loud laughter. Hwoarang lifted her feet up to his face and breathed warmly along her soles and toes. Julia responded by closing her eyes and making a soft cooing sound.
“Are you sure you want me to stop?” Hwoarang softly kissed her heels, arches, and the balls of her feet. Julia slowly shook her head and bit her lip. Hwoarang began to lick her soles and arches, and Julia gasped and giggled. His tongue probed under and between her toes as she flexed her feet. Hwoarang stopped for just a moment and smiled. “You know this mint stuff is quite tasty.”
Julia laughed at Hwoarang’s observation about the edible lotion she used on her feet. She made sure to lather up her soles with the fragrant liquid to both please her boyfriend and to keep her feet smooth. Her smile grew very wide as she tried not to squeal from his nibbles along her soles, arches, and toes. Hwoarang could sense the ticklishness of his nibbles and decided to drive her wild by sucking her toes. Julia bucked and shrieked with laughter.
NOOOOOHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA
Hwoarang loved the sound of his girlfriend losing it to uncontrollable laughter, and having her succulent toes in his mouth fed his feverish desire for her shapely body. After a few minutes of making her wet with excitement, they’d be tearing off each other’s clothes and testing the strength of her bed.
“What’s that?” Julia was startled from her laughter and pleasure by the sound of a large helicopter. Hwoarang cursed the timing of this occurrence but ran up to the window. He saw a Mishima Corporation transport chopper landing in the front yard of his girlfriend’s mother’s house. “What the hell?!”
Michelle Chang had been reading the latest novel of her favorite suspense author when she was startled by some unusual noises upstairs. After putting her book down and approaching the stairway, she then heard the loud sounds of an approaching helicopter. By the time she made it to her window, she recognized the Mishima logo on the side of the landing chopper. “Damn it! He knows I have it….” She quickly ran to a secret place where she kept her guns.
“I’m going downstairs; you stay up here.” Hwoarang sternly said to his girlfriend.
“No way; if you’re going down there, I am too. I have to protect my mother.” Julia frantically pulled a knife out of her nightstand drawer.
Hwoarang nodded and then carefully opened the bedroom door.
The helicopter finally landed on the front yard and many soldiers ran out of the side door. Heihachi grinned and stepped out while scanning the house. “Leave no place untouched! Capture Michelle and any others! We will find this accursed book!” Two soldiers ran to the front door while a few others ran around the perimeter looking for side and back doors. Others hid below windows. The two soldiers at the front door found it locked, so they quickly used a battering ram to knock it down. Five soldiers ran into the living room and scanned the area. Cautiously, the two soldiers by the unhinged door entered the room as well. Just as they were walking towards the kitchen and dining room, they heard sounds of struggling throughout the house followed by silence. A soldier carefully pushed the kitchen door open, while another did the same with the dining room. Suddenly, the two soldiers were each knocked back by the strangled body of a soldier missing his helmet. Instinctively, the other soldiers fired at these bodies, which absorbed the bullets with their body armor. Swiftly, the bodies were kicked towards them, and Hwoarang and Julia opened fire with the automatic shotguns they had stolen from their fallen foes. The armor of the soldiers only soaked some of the bullets, and the force of the shots knocked them over. Several more soldiers crashed through the windows and fired at the two warriors. Hwoarang and Julia both dodged these shots by finding cover behind doorways. The hail of bullets from these new aggressors overwhelmed them, and they contemplated what to do next.
From the stairway, Michelle appeared and sprayed the soldiers with the full-auto fire of an AK-47. Many of the soldiers were hit and injured, but the others returned fire, forcing Michelle to duck behind a corner. Hwoarang and Julia used this diversion to lob grenades they had stolen at the soldiers. Before they could react, the majority of the soldiers were blown to pieces. Michelle, Hwoarang, and Julia all stepped out from behind their cover to view the bloody, smoking mess of the living room. The sounds of groaning soldiers could be heard from the pile of blood and gore near the front door.
“I think we did well….” Michelle grimly smiled at her daughter and her boyfriend.
Hwoarang adjusted his stolen helmet and breathed a sigh of relief. “So, do I have your approval now?”
“Of course, I think this definitely makes you part of the family.” Michelle laughed nervously from the stress of the firefight.
“Well, this is a Kodak moment and all, but I think we’ve got quite a mess to clean up now.” Julia stoically wiped the blood from her helmet and clothes. Hwoarang and Julia walked toward the back of the house to clean up the mess of the first soldiers they subdued. Michelle sighed and looked out of the window at the desolate landscape beyond the helicopter. Heihachi would’ve had to be more subtle with his attack if they didn’t live so far away from the city. Still, being so remote from the bustle of Phoenix usually was an advantage.
Suddenly, a very disturbing thought struck her mind: where was Heihachi? Certainly, the old man had enough of an interest in the book to personally escort his forces. Michelle narrowed her eyes and kept a steady grip while aiming her gun. The sounds she feared were heard at the back of the house. She recognized the cries of pain of her own daughter and ran to save her. She kicked open the door to the kitchen and saw the motionless body of Hwoarang on the floor. A syringe was stuck on his neck, and he appeared to be asleep. Michelle frantically entered the dining room to find Julia also lying on the floor with a syringe in her neck. She gritted her teeth, and anger filled her vision with redness. She furiously ran from room to room looking for Heihachi; she was going to kill this madman who had attempted to murder her and her family. As she hastened up the stairs, her gun was knocked from her grasp as she turned into a blind corner. Heihachi stood before her with a diabolical smile.
“I see you made quick work of my soldiers. They aren’t cheap to replace.”
“DIE!!!” Michelle attempted her uppercut, but Heihachi fiercely knocked her down the stairs. He leisurely walked down the steps as she groaned and sluggishly stood up.
“No one touches my daughter and gets away with it!” She caught Heihachi by surprise and punched him in the groin. The old man hunched over in pain, and Michelle kneed him in the face. She then pounced for his throat as he fell, but he rolled out of the way and pinned her onto her stomach.
“You will pay for that….” Heihachi pulled firmly at her long hair while holding her down, and Michelle screamed in pain. “Now you know what a punch to the groin feels like.”
“F@#$ you!!!” Michelle struggled to push him off.
“Jan told me how she gave you that book; if you didn’t want to see me again, you should’ve never accepted it.” Heihachi leaned his forearm between her shoulder blades.
“I accepted it, because I know what you would do with it. I will not let the world suffer under your insanity!” Michelle kicked her legs, almost throwing Heihachi off of her.
“You never try the easy way out; I like that, because breaking you is so much more fun.” The old man laughed and sat on her thighs. “You do remember the last time we got to know each other, right? In fact, it seems that you were enjoying it too.”
“Only a sex fiend like yourself would resort to such methods.” Michelle pushed her chest up from the floor and attempted to flip herself onto her back, but Heihachi grabbed her right arm and pulled it behind her back. Michelle grunted in pain, and the old man cuffed her wrist. She violently struggled when heard the click of the handcuff, but Heihachi managed to cuff both of her wrists together.
“There, you should be very comfortable now. So, where should I start exploiting your ‘touchy’ weakness?” He snuck his hands up her shirt and wiggled his fingers into her sides, causing her to convulse.
Michelle was terrified at being so easily tormented; long ago, Heihachi had discovered that she could be broken in less than an hour from mere tickling. Even after 20 years, her body was still very sensitive, and the tingling, sensual nature of his tickling was the worst torture she could ever dream of. Yet, despite this horrible situation, a lust for this tantalizingly erotic torture developed in the back of her mind. She was distracted from her worries by the sensation of fingers invading her pits and stroking her back. Her back was already very ticklish, but she really lost her composure from the feathery touches on her pits.
NOOOOOOHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAH
“Just as ticklish as before… good.” Heihachi was pleased with this discovery and continued to stroke her pits while he nibbled and kissed her neck. While she laughed, bucked, and gasped, he licked the edges of her ears and whispered warmly into them. “Please tell me you won’t give up; I want to torture every inch of you.”
Michelle groaned in between her laughs at this devious statement, and Heihachi succeeded in placing doubts on her restraint. She had to hold out long enough to allow the help she had called to arrive. Soon enough, Yoshimitsu and his allies would save the day. Her hopes were further challenged by the feeling of Heihachi’s nimble hands sliding under her to tickle her stomach. She bucked in protest.
SHHIIIIIIIIHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEIIIIIITTTT
“Yes, this is just as fun as I remember.” Heihachi thoroughly enjoyed watching her tight body squirm; Michelle might have been in her forties, but she had aged well from a healthy diet and regular exercise. Besides, Heihachi himself was still 30 years her senior. He playfully pinched and stroked her hips as her firm buttocks shook under him. He adjusted himself so that her pelvic movements were up against his crotch.
Michelle shrieked from her enemy’s touches along her hips, and she felt his hardened member rub her buttocks through her jeans. Though she hated to admit it, this teasing was turning her on. Her pleasure didn’t last long when she felt Heihachi turn around and sit on her buttocks. Fingers slid along the backs of her thighs and of her knees, causing her to squeal and kick her legs.
GAAAAAHHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAAAHHDD
Heihachi dodged her flailing calves and feet and wrapped an arm around her ankles. “I know where you are worst.” Michelle flexed her legs firmly, since she knew exactly what he was going to do. Heihachi maintained his grip and prolonged her agony by teasingly tugging at her flats. He pulled the shoes loose from her heels and gently pushed them enough to watch her flex her feet in an attempt to push them back on. Her toes frantically curled to resist his tugs, but eventually, her own flexing caused the shoes to fall to the floor. Heihachi stared at her helpless, wiggling toes and her wrinkled soles. Her soles were surprisingly soft and pinkish, her arches were high and well-defined, and her toes were long, with the second ones being longest. She obviously shared her daughter’s penchant for pedicures; her feet smelled like cherries, and her toenails were a subtle light blue.
Michelle closed her eyes in anticipation and prepared for the worst; her feet were extremely ticklish. She gasped as his hands caressed her soles and arches. A slight tingling feeling still caused her to bite back giggles and twitch her feet, but unsuspectedly, Heihachi was being gentle. She moaned softly as his fingers rubbed her toes.
“You know you have been defeated. If you tell me where the book is now, I will spare your feet.” Heihachi blew steamy breaths on her soles and toes.
Michelle hesitated for a moment, but she regained her resolve knowing that she had to stall him as much as possible. She reluctantly replied, “I can’t.”
“Very well.” Heihachi was angered by her stubbornness, but he happily stroked her soles rapidly. Michelle was rocked by hysterical laughter and convulsed uncontrollably. Fingers dug under and slipped between her toes, and soon, she felt his tongue sliding along her soles. The arousing sensations consumed her again, but they were complicated by the frenzied licking, nibbling, and sucking of her toes. The feeling of his teeth dragging up and down her soles was unbearable. After 5 minutes of this torture, she finally broke.
WUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAAAAAAH
NOOOHEHEHEHAHAHAHAAHAAAAH
PPPLEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEZZZZZZZ
“I’ll tell!!! I’ll tell!!!”
Heihachi released her ankles and let her slump against the floor. Her face and soles were red, she was sweating profusely, and her hair was slick against her skin. He also noticed a wet spot on her jeans in between her legs. He placed his hand there, and said, “Tell me.”
Michelle moaned as her thighs clenched his hand, and she explained where she had hidden the book. Heihachi left her lying on the floor, still handcuffed. After a few minutes passed, Heihachi rushed to his helicopter with the book and started it up. Michelle had managed to stand up and was desperately trying to slip out of her cuffs. She looked out of the window and saw a car speeding down the road in the distance. It was getting closer as the helicopter took off. Michelle raced out of her house and jumped around trying to get the attention of the car’s passengers. The car slid in front of the house, and Anna and Nina emerged from the car firing their pistols at the helicopter.
They were too late; the helicopter flew away too fast for them to catch it, and its armor was too thick to be affected by handgun bullets. Michelle just kneeled on the ground in frustration.
“We tried to get here in time…. Sorry.” Nina shook her head solemnly.
“It’s ok… I’m glad you came anyway.” Michelle motioned for Anna to uncuff her.
“My god, what did he do to you?” Anna quickly pulled out a hairpin and began to pick the cuffs.
“Nothing any worse than what the War God did to you.”
Christie walked up to her and nodded, and then she glanced at her friend’s mauled home. “Jesus, it looks like a war zone.”
“He brought in his troops with their arsenal, but we took them out. Heihachi was the only one who slipped past us.” Michelle gripped her wrists as Anna helped her remove the cuffs.
“Is everyone ok?” Yoshimitsu worriedly asked.
“Thankfully, Hwoarang and Julia were just tranquilized. Although those soldiers should be quite dead by now.” Michelle peered at the bloody mess visible from outside.
Yoshimitsu just nodded. “Now, our only hope is that we reach the War God before Heihachi does.”
TO BE CONTINUED….
The King of Iron Feather Tournament: The Book of Power
“I never would’ve guessed you were such an adept microbiologist. I thought the doctor was the only scientist among your entourage.” Nina Williams slyly grinned at Yoshimitsu.
The ninja cyborg turned away from his careful placement of the elusive cure in a suitcase to face the smiling Irishwoman. “Yes, I learned many things from my dear friend.”
“I never thought I’d see the day when we’d all be on the same side.” Anna Williams shook her head amusedly.
“Circumstance makes interesting allies, but I digress…. We may have the cure, but we need to find the doctor now.” Yoshimitsu closed his briefcase slowly.
“Hey! Check this out!” Christie Monteiro pointed to a newscast on the TV.
“Last night in Tokyo, the Mishima Corporation World Headquarters burst into flames after what many claim were the sounds of automatic weapons and several explosions.” The broadcast displayed many scenes of a giant smoke cloud and a massive fire consuming the skyscraper. “The police claim that evidence implies this was yet another attack made by ecoterrorist groups that have had a history of tormenting the company, but rumors have spread that dozens of mutilated bodies were scattered outside of the building before the medics were on the scene. Many whisper a great beast or spirit was responsible. When asked for comment, representatives of the often controversial CEO of the company, Heihachi Mishima, simply stated that he had plans to relocate his company to America. He is said to be on a business trip in Phoenix currently.”
“Wow… So karma does exist after all.” Nina chuckled.
“Yes, but the instrument of this karma is of interest to me…. Perhaps, the War God is behind this.” Yoshimitsu warily watched the scenes of the fire.
“Um… Maybe I missed something, but what does the War God have to do with this?” Anna quizzically glanced at the ninja.
“Heihachi was the one who summoned the War God’s original form during the 3rd King of Iron Fist Tournament. After awakening this ancient being, he sought to control it but discovered the deity had a will of its own. Heihachi later tried to kill the deity but failed.” Yoshimitsu uneasily jarred memories of the third tournament within his mind.
“Yeah, but the original War God eventually died, right?” Christie confusedly pondered this fact.
“Yes, but the memories of the original spirit are within the beast that the doctor has become; just like how the memories of the doctor also remain intact.”
“How do you know this?” Nina skeptically met the cyborg’s gaze.
“So far, the beast has acted in ways that confirm both notions. First of all, he sought out you and your sister first, because the doctor had taken quite a liking to both of you during your cryogenic slumbers. Second, if indeed this creature is responsible for what has happened to the Mishima building, the attack must have been inspired by the War God’s memories of Heihachi.”
“But this is still assuming that the War God made the attack.” Anna blinked a few times.
“I know of no other capable of such a catastrophic move. Anyone else would have been slaughtered by Heihachi’s forces before completing such thorough destruction and mayhem. The mutilated bodies sound characteristic of what an angered primordial beast would leave in its path.”
“But so far, the bodies are just a rumor....” Christie leaned back in her chair.
“Do you honestly believe the Mishima Corporation would let such a fiasco be covered without at least a little ‘cleaning up?’ Personally, I think the word on the street can be trusted more than the words of a media that the corporation itself has a heavy hand in.”
“Look, this is all pure conjecture. We’ll never find the War God if….” Nina was interrupted by the ring of her cell phone. “Hi, Michelle… You what?!”
**************************************
“Hey! You know that tickles!” Julia twitched her legs and feet in Hwoarang’s grasp as he gently stroked her reddish, pedicured soles. The taek won do student and the young Navajo were dating now, and Hwoarang liked to tease the pretty feet of his lover.
“Julia, you know you love it.” Hwoarang grinned and let his fingers wiggle under her toes lightly. Julia giggled and squirmed more while curling her long toes to reveal her red toenails.
“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE… stop it!” Julia was starting to enter her loud laughter. Hwoarang lifted her feet up to his face and breathed warmly along her soles and toes. Julia responded by closing her eyes and making a soft cooing sound.
“Are you sure you want me to stop?” Hwoarang softly kissed her heels, arches, and the balls of her feet. Julia slowly shook her head and bit her lip. Hwoarang began to lick her soles and arches, and Julia gasped and giggled. His tongue probed under and between her toes as she flexed her feet. Hwoarang stopped for just a moment and smiled. “You know this mint stuff is quite tasty.”
Julia laughed at Hwoarang’s observation about the edible lotion she used on her feet. She made sure to lather up her soles with the fragrant liquid to both please her boyfriend and to keep her feet smooth. Her smile grew very wide as she tried not to squeal from his nibbles along her soles, arches, and toes. Hwoarang could sense the ticklishness of his nibbles and decided to drive her wild by sucking her toes. Julia bucked and shrieked with laughter.
NOOOOOHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA
Hwoarang loved the sound of his girlfriend losing it to uncontrollable laughter, and having her succulent toes in his mouth fed his feverish desire for her shapely body. After a few minutes of making her wet with excitement, they’d be tearing off each other’s clothes and testing the strength of her bed.
“What’s that?” Julia was startled from her laughter and pleasure by the sound of a large helicopter. Hwoarang cursed the timing of this occurrence but ran up to the window. He saw a Mishima Corporation transport chopper landing in the front yard of his girlfriend’s mother’s house. “What the hell?!”
Michelle Chang had been reading the latest novel of her favorite suspense author when she was startled by some unusual noises upstairs. After putting her book down and approaching the stairway, she then heard the loud sounds of an approaching helicopter. By the time she made it to her window, she recognized the Mishima logo on the side of the landing chopper. “Damn it! He knows I have it….” She quickly ran to a secret place where she kept her guns.
“I’m going downstairs; you stay up here.” Hwoarang sternly said to his girlfriend.
“No way; if you’re going down there, I am too. I have to protect my mother.” Julia frantically pulled a knife out of her nightstand drawer.
Hwoarang nodded and then carefully opened the bedroom door.
The helicopter finally landed on the front yard and many soldiers ran out of the side door. Heihachi grinned and stepped out while scanning the house. “Leave no place untouched! Capture Michelle and any others! We will find this accursed book!” Two soldiers ran to the front door while a few others ran around the perimeter looking for side and back doors. Others hid below windows. The two soldiers at the front door found it locked, so they quickly used a battering ram to knock it down. Five soldiers ran into the living room and scanned the area. Cautiously, the two soldiers by the unhinged door entered the room as well. Just as they were walking towards the kitchen and dining room, they heard sounds of struggling throughout the house followed by silence. A soldier carefully pushed the kitchen door open, while another did the same with the dining room. Suddenly, the two soldiers were each knocked back by the strangled body of a soldier missing his helmet. Instinctively, the other soldiers fired at these bodies, which absorbed the bullets with their body armor. Swiftly, the bodies were kicked towards them, and Hwoarang and Julia opened fire with the automatic shotguns they had stolen from their fallen foes. The armor of the soldiers only soaked some of the bullets, and the force of the shots knocked them over. Several more soldiers crashed through the windows and fired at the two warriors. Hwoarang and Julia both dodged these shots by finding cover behind doorways. The hail of bullets from these new aggressors overwhelmed them, and they contemplated what to do next.
From the stairway, Michelle appeared and sprayed the soldiers with the full-auto fire of an AK-47. Many of the soldiers were hit and injured, but the others returned fire, forcing Michelle to duck behind a corner. Hwoarang and Julia used this diversion to lob grenades they had stolen at the soldiers. Before they could react, the majority of the soldiers were blown to pieces. Michelle, Hwoarang, and Julia all stepped out from behind their cover to view the bloody, smoking mess of the living room. The sounds of groaning soldiers could be heard from the pile of blood and gore near the front door.
“I think we did well….” Michelle grimly smiled at her daughter and her boyfriend.
Hwoarang adjusted his stolen helmet and breathed a sigh of relief. “So, do I have your approval now?”
“Of course, I think this definitely makes you part of the family.” Michelle laughed nervously from the stress of the firefight.
“Well, this is a Kodak moment and all, but I think we’ve got quite a mess to clean up now.” Julia stoically wiped the blood from her helmet and clothes. Hwoarang and Julia walked toward the back of the house to clean up the mess of the first soldiers they subdued. Michelle sighed and looked out of the window at the desolate landscape beyond the helicopter. Heihachi would’ve had to be more subtle with his attack if they didn’t live so far away from the city. Still, being so remote from the bustle of Phoenix usually was an advantage.
Suddenly, a very disturbing thought struck her mind: where was Heihachi? Certainly, the old man had enough of an interest in the book to personally escort his forces. Michelle narrowed her eyes and kept a steady grip while aiming her gun. The sounds she feared were heard at the back of the house. She recognized the cries of pain of her own daughter and ran to save her. She kicked open the door to the kitchen and saw the motionless body of Hwoarang on the floor. A syringe was stuck on his neck, and he appeared to be asleep. Michelle frantically entered the dining room to find Julia also lying on the floor with a syringe in her neck. She gritted her teeth, and anger filled her vision with redness. She furiously ran from room to room looking for Heihachi; she was going to kill this madman who had attempted to murder her and her family. As she hastened up the stairs, her gun was knocked from her grasp as she turned into a blind corner. Heihachi stood before her with a diabolical smile.
“I see you made quick work of my soldiers. They aren’t cheap to replace.”
“DIE!!!” Michelle attempted her uppercut, but Heihachi fiercely knocked her down the stairs. He leisurely walked down the steps as she groaned and sluggishly stood up.
“No one touches my daughter and gets away with it!” She caught Heihachi by surprise and punched him in the groin. The old man hunched over in pain, and Michelle kneed him in the face. She then pounced for his throat as he fell, but he rolled out of the way and pinned her onto her stomach.
“You will pay for that….” Heihachi pulled firmly at her long hair while holding her down, and Michelle screamed in pain. “Now you know what a punch to the groin feels like.”
“F@#$ you!!!” Michelle struggled to push him off.
“Jan told me how she gave you that book; if you didn’t want to see me again, you should’ve never accepted it.” Heihachi leaned his forearm between her shoulder blades.
“I accepted it, because I know what you would do with it. I will not let the world suffer under your insanity!” Michelle kicked her legs, almost throwing Heihachi off of her.
“You never try the easy way out; I like that, because breaking you is so much more fun.” The old man laughed and sat on her thighs. “You do remember the last time we got to know each other, right? In fact, it seems that you were enjoying it too.”
“Only a sex fiend like yourself would resort to such methods.” Michelle pushed her chest up from the floor and attempted to flip herself onto her back, but Heihachi grabbed her right arm and pulled it behind her back. Michelle grunted in pain, and the old man cuffed her wrist. She violently struggled when heard the click of the handcuff, but Heihachi managed to cuff both of her wrists together.
“There, you should be very comfortable now. So, where should I start exploiting your ‘touchy’ weakness?” He snuck his hands up her shirt and wiggled his fingers into her sides, causing her to convulse.
Michelle was terrified at being so easily tormented; long ago, Heihachi had discovered that she could be broken in less than an hour from mere tickling. Even after 20 years, her body was still very sensitive, and the tingling, sensual nature of his tickling was the worst torture she could ever dream of. Yet, despite this horrible situation, a lust for this tantalizingly erotic torture developed in the back of her mind. She was distracted from her worries by the sensation of fingers invading her pits and stroking her back. Her back was already very ticklish, but she really lost her composure from the feathery touches on her pits.
NOOOOOOHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAH
“Just as ticklish as before… good.” Heihachi was pleased with this discovery and continued to stroke her pits while he nibbled and kissed her neck. While she laughed, bucked, and gasped, he licked the edges of her ears and whispered warmly into them. “Please tell me you won’t give up; I want to torture every inch of you.”
Michelle groaned in between her laughs at this devious statement, and Heihachi succeeded in placing doubts on her restraint. She had to hold out long enough to allow the help she had called to arrive. Soon enough, Yoshimitsu and his allies would save the day. Her hopes were further challenged by the feeling of Heihachi’s nimble hands sliding under her to tickle her stomach. She bucked in protest.
SHHIIIIIIIIHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEIIIIIITTTT
“Yes, this is just as fun as I remember.” Heihachi thoroughly enjoyed watching her tight body squirm; Michelle might have been in her forties, but she had aged well from a healthy diet and regular exercise. Besides, Heihachi himself was still 30 years her senior. He playfully pinched and stroked her hips as her firm buttocks shook under him. He adjusted himself so that her pelvic movements were up against his crotch.
Michelle shrieked from her enemy’s touches along her hips, and she felt his hardened member rub her buttocks through her jeans. Though she hated to admit it, this teasing was turning her on. Her pleasure didn’t last long when she felt Heihachi turn around and sit on her buttocks. Fingers slid along the backs of her thighs and of her knees, causing her to squeal and kick her legs.
GAAAAAHHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAAAHHDD
Heihachi dodged her flailing calves and feet and wrapped an arm around her ankles. “I know where you are worst.” Michelle flexed her legs firmly, since she knew exactly what he was going to do. Heihachi maintained his grip and prolonged her agony by teasingly tugging at her flats. He pulled the shoes loose from her heels and gently pushed them enough to watch her flex her feet in an attempt to push them back on. Her toes frantically curled to resist his tugs, but eventually, her own flexing caused the shoes to fall to the floor. Heihachi stared at her helpless, wiggling toes and her wrinkled soles. Her soles were surprisingly soft and pinkish, her arches were high and well-defined, and her toes were long, with the second ones being longest. She obviously shared her daughter’s penchant for pedicures; her feet smelled like cherries, and her toenails were a subtle light blue.
Michelle closed her eyes in anticipation and prepared for the worst; her feet were extremely ticklish. She gasped as his hands caressed her soles and arches. A slight tingling feeling still caused her to bite back giggles and twitch her feet, but unsuspectedly, Heihachi was being gentle. She moaned softly as his fingers rubbed her toes.
“You know you have been defeated. If you tell me where the book is now, I will spare your feet.” Heihachi blew steamy breaths on her soles and toes.
Michelle hesitated for a moment, but she regained her resolve knowing that she had to stall him as much as possible. She reluctantly replied, “I can’t.”
“Very well.” Heihachi was angered by her stubbornness, but he happily stroked her soles rapidly. Michelle was rocked by hysterical laughter and convulsed uncontrollably. Fingers dug under and slipped between her toes, and soon, she felt his tongue sliding along her soles. The arousing sensations consumed her again, but they were complicated by the frenzied licking, nibbling, and sucking of her toes. The feeling of his teeth dragging up and down her soles was unbearable. After 5 minutes of this torture, she finally broke.
WUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAAAAAAH
NOOOHEHEHEHAHAHAHAAHAAAAH
PPPLEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEZZZZZZZ
“I’ll tell!!! I’ll tell!!!”
Heihachi released her ankles and let her slump against the floor. Her face and soles were red, she was sweating profusely, and her hair was slick against her skin. He also noticed a wet spot on her jeans in between her legs. He placed his hand there, and said, “Tell me.”
Michelle moaned as her thighs clenched his hand, and she explained where she had hidden the book. Heihachi left her lying on the floor, still handcuffed. After a few minutes passed, Heihachi rushed to his helicopter with the book and started it up. Michelle had managed to stand up and was desperately trying to slip out of her cuffs. She looked out of the window and saw a car speeding down the road in the distance. It was getting closer as the helicopter took off. Michelle raced out of her house and jumped around trying to get the attention of the car’s passengers. The car slid in front of the house, and Anna and Nina emerged from the car firing their pistols at the helicopter.
They were too late; the helicopter flew away too fast for them to catch it, and its armor was too thick to be affected by handgun bullets. Michelle just kneeled on the ground in frustration.
“We tried to get here in time…. Sorry.” Nina shook her head solemnly.
“It’s ok… I’m glad you came anyway.” Michelle motioned for Anna to uncuff her.
“My god, what did he do to you?” Anna quickly pulled out a hairpin and began to pick the cuffs.
“Nothing any worse than what the War God did to you.”
Christie walked up to her and nodded, and then she glanced at her friend’s mauled home. “Jesus, it looks like a war zone.”
“He brought in his troops with their arsenal, but we took them out. Heihachi was the only one who slipped past us.” Michelle gripped her wrists as Anna helped her remove the cuffs.
“Is everyone ok?” Yoshimitsu worriedly asked.
“Thankfully, Hwoarang and Julia were just tranquilized. Although those soldiers should be quite dead by now.” Michelle peered at the bloody mess visible from outside.
Yoshimitsu just nodded. “Now, our only hope is that we reach the War God before Heihachi does.”
TO BE CONTINUED….
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This one was not as good as some of the previous oines but still good... I noticed these ups and downs before... meaning the next one will be terrific!
