Anna Donnison
1st Level Red Feather
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Okay, this is an idea floater!
How did this happen? One minute I came to collect a girl who was going to die now I'm strung naked about to be tickled to death. If of course, I wasn't already dead.
"I'm going to enjoy this!" declared Brenda Moore. "Who would have believe that I would get the chance to tickle a cute reaper girl like you, Georgina? I mean Georgia, nope your name is George!" taunted the crazy psycho. Now before you suggest that it's juts tickling, bare in mind the Romans, Puritans and the Chinese used it on women as torture.
She took out a feather and grinned. I just wanted to smash her teeth in. Stupid drunken idiot can't aim properly. "So Georgey, where to start?" she asked, grinning broadly like a giant... whatever! She walked around me and I realised what Rupe meant with a soul that has been left to rot! But before I could do anything else, my belly was on fire as the feather danced across it. Now I know that I'm always acting detached and cold, but come on. This was too far! "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANHAHASTAHAHAHAHAHAPHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" I pleaded. But of course, girl with rotten soul, not going to happen! "Boy, you are one ticklish little teenager!" she mocked. Of course, I have always been ticklish. One time my friends Danielle and Amy pinned me down and really gave it to me. My moist fearing mother JOy and rotten 7 year old sister Reggie decided to help. Now I am out of this world ticklish, so this was beyond my strength! "Now where are you most ticklish?" wondered Brenda. "Perhaps here?" as she wiggled the feather into my navel. All hell broke loose as my 3rd most ticklish non-genital region was violently assaulted by the feather.
To be continued if we have adequate interest!
Love,
Anna and Heather
How did this happen? One minute I came to collect a girl who was going to die now I'm strung naked about to be tickled to death. If of course, I wasn't already dead.
"I'm going to enjoy this!" declared Brenda Moore. "Who would have believe that I would get the chance to tickle a cute reaper girl like you, Georgina? I mean Georgia, nope your name is George!" taunted the crazy psycho. Now before you suggest that it's juts tickling, bare in mind the Romans, Puritans and the Chinese used it on women as torture.
She took out a feather and grinned. I just wanted to smash her teeth in. Stupid drunken idiot can't aim properly. "So Georgey, where to start?" she asked, grinning broadly like a giant... whatever! She walked around me and I realised what Rupe meant with a soul that has been left to rot! But before I could do anything else, my belly was on fire as the feather danced across it. Now I know that I'm always acting detached and cold, but come on. This was too far! "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANHAHASTAHAHAHAHAHAPHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" I pleaded. But of course, girl with rotten soul, not going to happen! "Boy, you are one ticklish little teenager!" she mocked. Of course, I have always been ticklish. One time my friends Danielle and Amy pinned me down and really gave it to me. My moist fearing mother JOy and rotten 7 year old sister Reggie decided to help. Now I am out of this world ticklish, so this was beyond my strength! "Now where are you most ticklish?" wondered Brenda. "Perhaps here?" as she wiggled the feather into my navel. All hell broke loose as my 3rd most ticklish non-genital region was violently assaulted by the feather.
To be continued if we have adequate interest!
Love,
Anna and Heather
