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Invisible Ink's RED Sole Diary: " Tis' The Season " * A Christmas Special!

Invisible Ink

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Happly Holidays everyone!!

This twisted tale was written in partnership with a very talented writer by the name of COR.

Merry Christmas and Enjoy!

Tis' the Season...

Story Codes: */mf
Warning!! This story contains the following pollutants: Sexual content, bondage, intense tickle torture, disturbing images, and slime covered stockings...


There isn't a better place to be in this Solar system when it comes to spending Christmas on Earth.

It is a magical time, where joy seems to have a funny way of spreading glitter all over your body and mind. The typical sights and surroundings of everyday life are covered with such imagination and delicious eye candy that you easily forget you're staring at the same boring shit you have already seen for years. It was a time for sharing. For those suffering with the blues, Christmas has a way of lifting your spirit and funneling you into it's spell. The malls can be crazy, but you know that the busy little shoppers are being fueled by a devotion to their individual loved ones at home. Take the lovely Mrs. Challice for example. She was busy running towards the nearest electric store in the city's massive mall in hopes that she would be lucky enough to get her hands on that walkman her husband had been eyeing practically all year. She zoomed past her fellow shoppers, making sure she didn't push or shove. After all, Mrs. Challice was anything but rude. She was damned near the sweetest woman you'd ever get the pleasure of meeting. At the ripe age of 27, Anne Challice was the town's busty brunette who had earned herself a strong modeling career. Despite the overwhelming load of work that comes with such an occupation, she was still fully capable of raising her young children and being an incredible wife to her husband.

She had the kind of body that was designed to be naked, but looked in just about anything. Her curvy, heart shaped rear end looked simply delicious in tight fitting blue jeans, and just about anything else that fit like a second skin. The best part of her was that neither marrige nor motherhood had really changed the fun loving, cum sucking gal her husband had fallen deeply in love with. Her heels clicked rather swiftly now as she ran towards the Mall's central locator. Nudging shoulders with fellow lostees, she tried making sense of where she was compared to where she wanted to be.

Then, from the corner of her beautiful blue eyes, she saw the brightly glowing font of the electric shop she had been searching for directly across from where she stood. It was almost to good to be true, but then again, tis the season!
Of course, right next door was Valerie's Secret. A new line of flavored and scented panties for the Holiday season. She smiled with delight as she read a few of the flavors. Peppermint, Candy, and of course, egg nog. On second thought, she might skip the newest trend, and seek the closest thing to dental floss they had in stock.

As for Mr. Challice, he was also a very busy man. In an effort to make this christmas eve something special, he had secretly decided that he'd wisk his wife away to their little cabin in the woods and enjoy an evening.. alone. This of course meant a babysitter. That was almost the deal breaker, but at the last minute Grandma swooped in and saved his ass.
What would we do without grandparents...

Then, it was off to the cabin itself for a little decorating and cleaning up. The last thing he needed was to be giving his lovely wife a full body massage on their thick and furry bear rug. He'd lift her head, and force her to kneel before him. Ohh.. she'd look up with those big eyes, licking her lips. The mirror in the background would give him another perspective on the situation at hand. Then suddenly, the horrid smell of fumes from a decaying squirrel carcus that had found itself trapped in the foodless cabin for months and months would put a damper on the moment.
He wasn't going to let that happen... again.

After securing the day off work, he gathered up all the lights and decorations he could find, bought an expensive bottle of wine, grabbed a few of their personal sex toys and sped off into the mountains. It was one hell of a drive to be taking twice in one day. Alas, christmas only came once a year, and he was sure this night would be something they'd never forget.

After returning from the mall to find both grandma and gramps sitting in the living room, the idea that her sneeky husband was up to something wasn't so hard to figure out. She loved surprises. They made her horny, and the idea of a guiltless night alone was making her even more hot and bothered. The kids didn't seem to find spending the night at grandmas. It seemed that they were under the impression that Santa would bring them better gifts if they were there. The sounds of daddy's car pulling into the garage suddenly filled the room.

" Yes! Dad's home, we can leave now!" His ever loving son replied.

" Hey. Come on now. That's not very nice." Anne said, shaking her head.

" I know.. " He said, lowering his face to the floor.

" You think Santa isn't going to wait until you're tucked under those sheets before stopping by?" She reminded him.

" Grandma said Santa is a friend of theirs. She knows his full schedule, and we're up first!" He shouted with excitement.

Grandma gave Anne one of those nods, and smiled. What a weird concept we've come up with this Santa Claus fellow. It seems that we're celebrating the ultimate in hypocricy. All year we're teaching our young ones about being honest with fellow family members and friends at school, only to end the year by being totally dishonest with them. Go figure..
Speaking of which, Anne was busy in the bedroom figuring out which of her dresser filled drawers of lingerie she'd pick for the evening. Would it be the high thigh fishnet stockings and corset outfit that he loved, or the stripper pole thong and nipple pasties that she loved to hate? Decisions, decisions...
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Considering the drive was the second one for the day, Mr. Challice was in an incredible mood. The evening moon had risen, and the snow had already started seasoning the woods. As they drew closer to their luxury cabin, they drove up a few dozen streets extra in order to check out all the amazing decorating the folks around here had fused with. It was really amazing to see, and truly breathtakingly beautiful. A few more miles of gazing led them almost directly into their driveway, and tha's when old hubby flicked the switch.

" Ohh my god!" She said with an excited smile across her pretty face. Her eyes widened with amazement.

Their cabin was literally blinking and glowing from every wooden shingle. He had worked unselfishly all day to make sure this could be possible for his wife. He knew how much she loved seeing the cabin glow.

" You came up here?!! " She asked him point blank.

" Earlier today.." He said, acting luke warm about the whole thing.

The smile across her face at that moment made all the bullshit traffic, stupid finish nailer complications, and the near death expereince of almost smashing a deer off the road all worth while. Her smile was sweet, and could melt ever the strongest of arguments. Anne was definately lucky to have him, but the feeling mutual. He offered his hand as they walked up the half log steps towards their front door. Snow had started covering the roof of the house, and would soon consume the house.

Anne was welcomed into his version of a winter wonderland. He had picked the best looking tree on the lot, and had spent a few hours setting it up to total perfection. Fuck, it even had a little train set rolling back in forth in a circle around the base.
With that little remote still in hand, he helped carry his wife's bags into the living room where phase two of the evening was ready to begin. With a flick of the buttons on that little magic wand, he started a roaring fire in the fireplace that cast a romantic glow about the room. Another slap of a few buttons, and the sounds of christmas tunes filled her ears. It was Dean Martin at the mic this year. This was enough to get her nice and hot, but the bottle of wine chilling in the refrigerator wouldn't hurt...

" How do you want me..." She whispered into his ear as they cuddled on the couch near the fire.

He smiled, and ran his fingers through her hair.

" Less clothing, and tied to our bed.." he whispered right back.

Bondage games were nothing short of totally natural and to be expected in their lovemaking. He liked to be the top...
Sometimes she'd dominate him, and either way, they'd always end up completely satisfied with each other.
She raised her body from the couch, and pulled her sweater up and over her shoulders. Shaking it off her head, and letting her long, curled brown mane flow down her face, she smiled at him.

The stripper pole outfit... nothing more.. nothing less.

" Let me go and change into something a little less comfortable.." She said, grinning.


With that, she tip toed into their bedroom bathroom with a lavender baggie of body floss. Norman rolled back into the mattress, and stared up at the ceiling with an easy going smile on his face. He was still a little high off that Christmas bubbly, and was making foolish faces at himself into the massive mirror hanging above their bed. He listened to his wife humming herself a little tune as she stripped naked in the bathroom. He was already pumped up like a ballpark frank, and ready for action. Their cozy queen sized bed just happened to have a soild oak post at each corner, and tonight those posts just happen to be draped with silk sleeves. That's what she was expecting. The bright pink ball-gag, and that little silver bullet vibrating buttplug hidden under their pillows was going to be the surprise.

His wife was very into bondage during sex, but cared little for the deviously demented games of foreplay that her husband would force her through. Some of time, it was a few mere spankings. Others, forced into both giving and receiving oral favors at his full command. Of course, when she had him in her web, she'd normally sit on his face and quietly read a magazine until she felt the desire to orgasm. Either that, or play with his penis with a fresh glass of chilled ice cubes. Lets face it folks, she was no saint here either. Of course, the only thing that drove her into madness above anything else was to be touched with flickering fingertips and buzzing little rods. These certain kind of touchings usually focused on the soles of her feet, or the soft skin of her inner thighs and buttocks, or in even more intimate areas. Once they drifted into her tummy, and all over her sides, she just about lost her grip on everything that was once sane.

She started morphing into this laughing lunatic, unable to stop wriggling about and giggling like a little schoolgirl once again. In case you haven't guessed it yet, our precious Anne was very, very ticklish. To say that she hated being tickled was something of an understatement, but when you threw bondage into the mix, Forget it! She would start breathing hot fire! Every curse word you could think of would burst out of her hot little mouth. She'd fight and struggle with all her anger for the first half of the tickling, and then after all that failed, she'd pout and beg for the second half. At this point, her body would defy her, and begin to enjoy the attention. Her nipples would hardened into stones, and the cream in her pussy would begin to melt and trickle.

" Please!! please!! I'll be a good little girl! I swear!! I SWEAR!!!"


In light of it being christmas eve, it was only right for her to get a little more of his madness, and a little less mercy. After all, Tis' the season to be sharing. Speaking of which, she was just opening the bathroom door now. Lets check in on the action, shall we?


She clicked the light off first before walking out in her silky robe. The soles of her bare feet pittered pattered across the shimmering wooden planks of their bedroom floor. He noticed her legs were bare, and could almost see her nipples through the robe itself. She was naked.. or so he thought. Lifting half his body up to watch her make her way towards him, he started to unbuckle his pants.

Gracefully, she sauntered towards the bed as the robe carelessly slipped off her shoulders. From the angled shot behind Anne, we'd see her in a little red thong with two criss crossing candy canes just below the small of her back. She had that look on her face when she was craving cock, and with all the trouble her husband had gone through to make such a pleasnt evening come to life, she would have no problem in sucking him dry before she was properly tied to the bed.

He had other ideas, for tonight the bondage came first. Just as she lowered to her knees, Allen asked her to stand again, and lay flat on her stomach against the mattress.

" Don't you want your dragon drained first? " She asked as she crawled onto the mattress as she'd be told.

" In due time.." He said, adjusting the scarves hanging from the posts at the foot of the bed.

Feeling a little cheated, Anne shrugged it off and snugled against the sheets as her body formed an X. Before any binding began, her husband just stood there and admired her lovely ass and legs. The string of that thong seemed to dissapear between her near perfect asscheeks as she wiggled back and forth to stay warm.

" Is the heat on? " She asked as he grabbed her left ankle.

" You'll be sweating soon enough, trust me..." He grinned as he looped the silky rope around her delicate ankle until he was knotted and bound to that bed post.

A few tugs and she realized that foot was going nowhere fast. That wasn't it though... She felt him grab her foot by the toes, and help a few of those wiggling digits into perfectly fitting nooses. After binding at least three out of her five delicious toes, she now could not only move her foot, but she couldn't curl her toes. What in heaven's name had come over him tonight?

The rest of her bondage went fairly similiar until he reached her arms and wrists. Instead of simply binding her wrists to each post, nad therefore spredaing her arms to a wide V, he decided to bind her wrists to her forearms behind her back. Then, after that task had rendered her completely helpless, he attached a rope to both arms and linked it to the both posts. She was wide eyed and completely immobilzed after all was said and tied.

" You must really want me to stay here tonight hmm?" Anne said giggling as she foolishly tried a few escape attempts.

He didn't answer though.

" Allen? " She said, trying to turn her head.

Still nothing...

" Allen? What are you oohh!! oopppmmmmOOPPMMMhhh!!!" Her shouts were cut off by the huge rubber ball being forced between her lips. She tried fighting it off with her tounge, but was eventually forced to take it into her mouth. The ball fit snugly behind her teeth as it was tied to her head with a thick leather strap.

" Ooppphhmmmm!!!" She shouted as she tried glancing behind her.

That invader was fairly odd and uncomfortable, but the next would change the course of the evening. She felt his palms press against the cheeks of her ass on both sides. She moaned, and struggled around as best she could in an effort to find out what he was up to. Feeling the cold metal sheers against her thighs made her shiver.. Allen was trimming that little thong off despite the fact that it hardly covered anything. But, he needed her completely nude...


" Ooppmm... ooppaggghmm!!! mmooppphh!!" She shouted foolishly.


As she moaned in confusion, he began the task of splitting her cheeks apart as if her ass was the red sea. This brought on more confusion and more muffled moans and groans of protest. She was preparing herself to be fucked in the ass, but got a small visit from the second invader instead...

" OOOOHHHMMMPPPHHH!!!" Anne shouted as the little bullet was slowy pushed UP and into place.


She did some crazy wiggling and wriggling around, but was no closer to freedom then she was before. She was at the mercy of her husband. A thin black wire was the only evidence of the invader now. Like a tail, it trailed out of her anus and directly to the control unit in his hand. Her butt swayed back and forth, and he watched Anne clench her cheeks in and out. He smiled as he flipped the dial up a few notches. The low sounds of buzzing became apparent now, and Anne's moans increased heavily. She sounded uncomfortable, yet there was a sense of longing in her muffled cries. She longed to cum..

If only it were that easy. No, instead he planned on making her simmer a little longer. He figured that letting her cum this early into the evening might spoil her appetite for more. Besides, he hadn't even started tickling her yet...


Minutes later..


" Oohhaheamemahahaemame ooohhmmm!!! hahe AHEHAE hHEHAEHA,MMMMPPHH OOO NNOOPPMM!!!"


These were the sounds of a desperate woman at the end of her rope as a lunatic at the foot of the bed played with her tightly tied tootsies. She howled in agony as ripples of laughter waves poured through her. She was a giver. She really, REALLY lost it when she was tickled. Not only in sounds, I'm talking body language. She'd hump the bed and pound her head into the pillows as he slowly played his fingers upwards on her thighs.

"OoOHPPHHHAHAHAhhhaaaaaaaaaaHHHHHHEHEHAMMPPHH!!"


Hitting the sides of her body just above the hips had triggered her into a desperate display of mercy seeking rage. She howled like a wolf at the moon as her husband turned mortal enemy firmly dug into her soft little tummy on the right side. Anne winched, and tried everything she could to roll over and stop this tickling, but nothing helped. That little vibrator had been kicked up a few notches, and her precious privates were almost imploding from sexual heat. He wasn't so far himself, and things might have gotten much better if that loud dragging sound just outside their bedroom window hadn't spooked him.

Stopping his efforts, He rose off the bed slowly and glanced towards the window. Anne was still laughing and struggling despite that fact that his hands were nowhere hear her. Side effects I assume. He was just about to write it off as a passing animal when the sound returned and was equally as loud, and this time, rocked the house a little...

Anne was finally settling down, but that buzzing butt plug wouldn't give her a chance to catch her breath.

" Oopphhmm...." She moaned, begging him to finish her, or turn the thing off.

" Shhh..." He said, raising off the bed. Before leaving to check this out, he turned the dial up another two notches.

" You better not cum, I'm telling' you why.." He joked, saying in to the tune of the christmas song.

" Ooppmm!!" She moaned, but he was already leaving the room and shutting the door behind him.

There was some nagging distraction...

I mean, dammit, I was busy tickling her even further out of her mind -
and a worry was gnawing at me. That feeling was usually due to the
kids, but they were far away at Grandma's. So I thought it over.
It was a noise, and it came from outside the house.
Not a "red alert" thing, but I noticed it. A big gust of wind would've
tossed the trees around, so it was closer to the ground. Probably a big
dog or something. A huge fuckin' dog... We didn't have a problem with
wild animals strolling by, and I hadn't seen any lights on at the
neighbor's place.

It was probably nothing. But I had it on my mind.
Sighing, I slowed down my hands and stopped tickling Anne. It was
ridiculous, getting distracted by nothing, but my "dad-ESP" wasn't gonna
shut up. Giving her feet a malicious squeeze, I stood up and rolled the
tension out of my neck. All I had to do was double-check the front door
and the windows - and then her nightmare would resume.

"All done," I lied, grinning at her. The wails kept bubbling out of
Anne's mouth, giving me no sign she understood. The pause would be enough
to give her a chance to hope I was done tickling - and I had a flash of
inspiration. Perhaps bringing a couple of plastic forks back into the
bedroom, flashing 'em so she could see, would make things clearer. It
was definitely worth a quick trip to the kitchen.

Chuckling to myself, I hurried down the hall.
Nothing was out of order in the living room - tree, presents, Deano
still warbling softly from the speakers. Soft glowing lights...
Getting brighter. All of a sudden -
No, they were multiplying.

I froze in the middle of the room as one wall... changed.
A huge, pale shape was inside. Just like that. Shorter than I was, and
vaguely like a spider - more like a squid, maybe - covered with
multicolored lights. The innocent little dots of color didn't belong there. My
blood ran cold.

Christmas hallucination, my brain decided. Too much eggnog. I started
to turn and run -

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw it jump closer to me. Hopping.
The faint sounds reminded me of rope. Whisking in my direction, only
there was something moist and obscene about the noise. My right arm was
caught.

Clawing at the vine, or whatever it was, turned out to be a bad idea.
Before I could even stop my left arm, I'd brushed against the ropy
slime. And it stuck. One wrist was glued to the other.
A thick string slapped around my left ankle.

"Nooooo!," I hollered, kicking - which turned me back around, facing
the oddly glistening beast. Then I lost my balance and plunked down just
about in the center of the fuckin' living room, looking up at the row
of stockings we'd hung on the mantle... and a creature that couldn't
possibly be from Earth. My mind knew before I even confirmed it that the
ropy shit had stuck to the carpeting.

All I had free was my right leg, which I used to flail around and try
to push myself up... until the alien spit more of the webbing at me -
and snagged that ankle. This time, it tugged - and my leg slammed down.
Both of my hands were stuck way up over my head, and my feet were a good
yard apart.

A gray tentacle started reaching down.
I got to throw myself around as much as I wanted, but it didn't do a
damn bit of good.

The whole situation was amazing. That was not my deal - getting tied
down, much less by something that belonged in a science fiction novel. Or
a cartoon. I was too busy trying to figure out what the hell was going
on, and fighting the slime that had me anchored, to yell at the
squid... which didn't seem to have ears anyway. In about a half-second I
remembered how far it was to the neighbor's place - and that Anne was still
in her restraints. The thought of her seeing this creature come into
the bedroom didn't sit well with me.

There was still a chance that I could bust loose and scare it off, or
something, before she saw the pasty body and all those muscular
tentacles. I had to deal with the situation -
But I was staying stuck. A vaguely pointed tip was over me, pausing as
if the monster hasn't decided where to begin. There was no way I was
even gonna think about what it had in mind.

Anne's safety was still my big concern, but the tip came down - almost
dripping with that thick secretion - and I wished with all my heart
that we'd done the smart thing and went to Grandma's, but nooooo, I had to
skirt around the road closure and slog back up here. And now, dammit,
it looked like I was really gonna pay -
The first touch landed just above my belly-button.

The goo was colder than I expected.

Maybe that was all in my head. Or it was warming up fast.
Heat wasn't the only thing. A sensation started to... really flare up.
I couldn't quite recognize it. Not horniness, but a cousin or
something. Oh fuck, what was the word? It almost vibrated through me.
The tentacle was sliding up.
That's when I got the answer. Just ridiculous.
But the force of it was already scrambling me real good, and it ramped
up like crazy.
Tickling me.
The goo -
Meanwhile, back in the bedroom...

" Oopphhmmm!!!" She shouted, listening to the odds and frankly quite disturbing sounds coming from the living room.


What on earth was going on out there? Why hadn't he come back for her yet? Needless to say, she was starting to get seriously worried. She had to check this out for herself, but she found herself in quite a bind. Anne was still tied to the bed without much chance of escape.

" Oopphhmm!!!!" She shouted again, and like the last twenty moans, she got nothing back.

Another loud slam against the wall could be heard, followed by the sounds of breaking glass. This was no joke, and Anne went from feeling slightly nervous and confused to downright terrified. Was there an intruder in the house? Did he get my husband.. Is he coming for me next.. Will he rape me when he finds me like this... appearing to be the cheese on the mouse trap, only in this case, she was just the cheese. No trap in sight..

Instead of lying there and moaning, she decided to get serious about getting loose. She struggled with the binds holding her wrists to her forearms until she was blue in the face. Nothing.. No luck. In fact, she ended up making them feel tighter in a way. She tried pulling her ankles free, but with her toes tangled in those little ropes, that proved to be impossible! She was becoming more and more frantic now. To make matters even more fun, that little vibrator was still steadily buzzing away like there was no tommorrow.

Then, like a violent gust of wind, the wooden door of her bedroom was slammed off it's henges and thrown across the floor. It landed with a heavy thud, and knocked over a potted plant or two in the process. This display of violence was followed by gurgling sounds and a heavy dragging noise...


" OOOPPHHMMM!!!" Anne screamed for her life, unaware of who or what had caused this explosion.


She couldn't turn her head all the way to the left or right, but the walls in front of her were doing all the talking. Flickering lights of all colors were flashing against the wall in front of her. They looked like.. I don't know.. Christmas lights or something. What the fuck was going on here?! She wanted some answers!

It wasn't long before she got just that. One of the eight long and slime covered tentacles it had to choose from slithered up the mattress, and across Anne's bare thighs. The squealed like a piggy and started wriggling and struggling like a wild bronco. Whatever just slid across her leg felt very heavy, and was soaking wet with something that can only be described as... gross.

Anne struggled harder and harder until she was finally getting somewhere! She had somehow managed to get her left wrist free! It was a move in the right direction, and she was in that weird stage of fight or flight. Her Heart was racing a million miles a second as the loud sounds of gurgling and the constant dragging continued playing tricks on her ears. What the hell was that touching her leg? It felt so cold, and so unhuman...


Little did she know, Anne was absolutely right about that. It wasn't human at all. Far from it. Resembling something of an octopus and a spider hybrid gone horribly wrong, this strange.. thing.. was ripping the bedroom to shreds as if to be looking for something. But what was it looking for, and where was Allen at this point? These questions and plenty more circled her head like vultures, but the answers were nowhere to be seen. Then, things got worse...


Suddenly, and without warning at all, Anne felt snake-like tentacles wrap themselves around her waist, her neck, and her rear end.

" OOOppphhhmmmmm! OOPPPHHHHHMMMM!!!!" Anne screamed in terror as she felt herself lifting off the mattress.

It started slowly spinning her so that she'd soon be facing the mirror above their bed. It seemed to be slowly working her out of the restraints that bound her to that bed. Under normally circumstances, this would be a blessing. But not this time...

As she turned to face her reflection, she finally made eye contact with her new found friend. Four dark purplish, green tentacles had her trapped and suspended off the mattress. Her eyes widened as she lifted her head towards the foot of the bed to see where those limbs were coming from.

' OOOOPPPPHHHMMMM!!!!!!!"

No words can describe what she saw...

The blinking lights all over the monster's form were of all the colors of the rainbow. Seconds later, there was a bright flash of red and all those lights became one.

That's when the lights went out for Anne, and she passed out cold...

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Back in the Living Room..

Moaning, I tried to throw myself around.
Already it was really serious, deep, heavy tickling. Shit! Oh no, no.
My skin had never been so fuckin'... alive. Wherever the monster touched
me.
One more whine leaked out, just before another idea occurred - way in
the back of my head - and came right on out. Just like that, I was
laughing. Hard. It wasn't anywhere close to describing what I felt going on
inside.

This sensation was scary. Far beyond ordinary tickling. It built up,
and multiplied again. Unbelievable. More, and more.
A fat line of the goo was laid down... right up to my chin. It started
to tickle immediately.

The damn tentacle moved lazily over to my left shoulder.
Whooping my guts out, I realized that this was only the doorway to a
whole new fuckin' world. No end in sight. Every second, more of my skin
was tickling like crazy.
I couldn't possibly take it.

Oh for fuck's sake, how could the intensity keep multiplying?
My body felt like it was exploding. The only other thing I could even
start to think about is where the tentacle was moving. It seemed to be
quicker -

No. Wrong. There were two of them.

I couldn't move my head, so maybe even more than that. Something had a
hold on me...

Why was my hair getting messed up? Rubbed...
The alien, it seemed, was starting over - at the top of my head. I
realized it was going to rub this lethal tickling goo down. All over me?
I mean, my head was ridiculously ticklish, all of a sudden.
It couldn't really be planning to spread this nightmarish crap... all
the way to my soles. That was insane.

Screaming laughter - I mean, howling for all I was worth - my body
contorted and flopped around all by itself. There was no real movement.
Every second the tingly heat notched up again...

The most astounding thing was that my brain wouldn't fuckin' shut down.
I mean, there was nothing else that came close to the sheer level of
feedback. No burn or shock I'd ever felt before meant a damn thing. The
goo was stimulating every inch, down deep, as if I'd never really been
awake before - and there was no mistaking what the sensation was. Thick,
solid tickling. No mistaking that.
Trying to feel it as pain worked about as well as telling myself I
wasn't that ticklish, not really...

I roared as hard as I could, sometimes. It didn't help.
There were tips still roaming over me - biceps, pecs, soles - and that
meant more of the goo was being slathered on. I couldn't even start to
grasp that. More?

It was oozing into my ears, and then I had the idea that my brain was
even getting it. Instead of my attention jumping from one ticklish spot
to another, I seemed to be... dozens of people. Or ticklish spots,
maybe, shouting at the top of their lungs. Getting it good. I knew I was
losing it. Each spot had my full attention - simultaneously - and the
intensity was still ratcheting up.

Oh, fuck, I wished I could move.
Laughter was a thing of the past. My sweat might've been keeping the
goo from drying out. Helping it work longer. Stronger. I didn't know.
The tickling made me lose my fuckin' mind so many times there was
nothing shocking about it anymore.

Somewhere along the line the webbing increased.. My limbs wouldn't lift
off the damn carpet at all. I couldn't arch or squirm.
The tentacles rubbed me down - again. It tickled so damn much. Still
increasing all the time. I sorta wished I could roar like I used to. Back
then the impact was nothing, compared to how intense it became.
Whoa. I spoke too soon. Time to rub my crotch again.
Cool, sticky - and my dick was already way past just feeling the
contact. It was at least as fuckin' ticklish as my armpits.
Suddenly I was bellowing, straining at the fuckin' cords.
Sticky muscle rubbed over my balls.
And up.
When I came, it was just like exploding - for real - every bit of me.
There was the vague memory of one of the most... important orgasms of
my life. It felt like I'd dozed for awhile.

Back in the Bedroom....

As Anne slept peacefully, the hideous house guest made simple work of putting Anne exactly where she needed to be in order to do a proper scan of the human body. In order for it to return to where ever the fuck it slithered from, it had a certain protocal when handling exotic exports. In this case, it was two human bodies. Last trip out, it was eight.

Anne would soon wake to find herself standing on her head with the soles of her feet planted firmly on the ground just behind each of her ears. Some sort of liquid cement like slime had been lathered over her entire body, except for her entire rear end and crotch area. Her arms were bent behind her, and seemed to be sticking out of the mountain of slime that she now resembled. As for our friend the freak, you'd find it huddled in the far left corner of the room. The christmas lights that it had tangled itself in were once again flashing normal colors of holiday cheer. A plastic santa, and a few elves were stuck to the creature's giant hump that may or may not have been it's back. It was weird to see that smiling, familiar looking face of Jolly old st. Nick sticking in a huge slimeball huddled in the corner and breathing heavily. It was waiting for Anne to wake up....

Her eyes blinked a few times, but she couldn't see clearly. There was some sort of weird haze all about her face and all around her. She closed her eyes a few times more to try and fix the problem. That's when she realized the top of her head was against the ground, and the toes of her feet were pressing against her ears!!!! She immediately winched in agony from the unhuman like position she had been placed in and sort of akwardly grunted out.

" Uuuhhh...." Anne moaned. The cheeks of her rear end jiggled back and forth a little as she tried to sit up.

In the corner, the monster continued to wait patiently...

It was only then that she started feeling something dreadful... Her whole body was effected by this strange feeling all at once. Whatever this shit was that held her firmly to the ground, it was slimy and had left residue all over her entire body.
Unfortunately, it had a terribly side effect when in contact with human skin.. It tickled miserably...
They started increasing now, and she was having a hard time trying to laugh under these miserable conditions. Instead of laughing from this dreadful tickling feeling, she started sobbing hysterically. It worked very similiar to the effect of forced hysterical laughing from tickling, only she was reacting differently. In the corner, the monster stirred a little... It was still waiting..

" Ahhhhh ahhae eha no .. no god no!!!" She screamed out as the tickling sensations continued to bash her nervous system.

Her body was jiggling from within the slimeball prison, but she wasn't getting any closer to freedom. This had to be a nightmare, Anne told herself. There was no way something like this was actually happening. No.. It was too bizarre.
She tried thinking in terms of herself dreaming, and somehow managed to deal with the pain and the tickling a little better. Only then did the creature decide leave the corner...

Reaching the mountain of crude in little time at all, the beast reached six of it's eight tentacles in and yanked Anne out like a newborn baby.

" Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!" Anne howled as her slick and shimmering naked body was dragged out of the mountain. The beast paused for a minute and removed the six tentacles away from Anne's body. As she rolled onto her tummy and attempted to slide away from this nightmare, two of the tentacles wrapped around her ankles and yanked them together. One tentacle was sent into her more private of areas.. her vagina..


" OOOOOHHHH!! NO!! NO LET ME GO!! PLEASE!! I WANNA WAKE UP NOW!! I WANNA WAKE UP!!!"

The beast had plans for Anne, and decided to drag her to where her husband was waiting. As it left the bedroom, Anne was dragged along with it, leaving a snail trail with her naked body. As they slid through the busted hole in the wall where the door once was, the sounds of something dragging behind Anne turned her head to look up. Her eyes widened.. She saw the remote control to the butt plug dragging behind her. It was still inside her....

With her last attempt to save herself, Anne grabbed the side of the wall and tried hanging on for dear life. Unfortunately, a few more tentacles added themselves around her body, and that tickling feeling started up again. The effect seemed to be on and off, and at any time!

" HhaHAHE hahe aeha HA!! I can't hehae ahehae aeha GET IT OFF ME!!" hahe hHAHEHAEH haehaheahea"

The feeling was like that of a million ants walking all over your sensative skin. It was awful! It was everywhere! She felt it between her toes, under her nails, behind her ears, and even deep inside her. Her anus was twitching, and that butt plug wasn't even phasing her at this point. There was too much going on to even notice it. The soles of her feet, and her other normal ticklish areas seemed to be effected the worst. She was laughing hysterically as she was dragged into the unknown. Under these terrible and unearthly conditions, she felt something even stranger happening. Her nipples were actually starting to harden...

The chilling sounds of her hysterical laughter mixed well with the soothing tones of Dean Martin singing Silent Night as she was dragged into the Living room. It was there that she was once again reunited with her poor husband. Then, things got really weird...

Trying to move, I rediscovered the webbing. Looked around.
I now realized that my wife was with me.. when did that happen?

Anne was staring at me with huge, dull eyes.
I hadn't been the only one getting tickled. Of course not.
Maybe I was still dreaming. That has to be the explanation...
If so, it had to be the most vivid dream ever.

Anne looked terrified. That should've made me feel something other
than, uh, horny. Seeing her laid out like that always does me in.
But I was still stuck too. The most intricate fuckin' web -
And the tentacles were returning again, still glossy with that crap.
What an absolute nightmare.

I caught a vague smell of cinnamon, or ginger - something like that.
The tickle-goo. and I wanted to see if Anne thought so too, but the
words came out all funny. Turned out there was a band of the slimy rope
between my jaws. Soft, but apparently tough as steel.
My heart was pounding like crazy. At least the fuckin' tentacles didn't
seem to have suckers on 'em. Or teeth. The skin looked pale and rubbery
-
We were gonna get touched, alright. Probed. If anybody else could've
seen it, they would've freaked out. But the door wasn't even open.
Nobody was going to wander up and peek inside. Bust us loose.
An alien -
Dull, clammy nubs touched my heels.

Fuck. Oh wow, it tickled... even more.
She was going crazy, and I tried everything I could think of. Webs all
over my limbs, criss-crossing her torso, and we were wailing laughter -
together.

One slimy tip coasted up and down my right sole, and another
conscientiously pressed the goo well into each toe-crack on my other foot.

I felt it increasing - still - the impact. Humans couldn't possibly
take this much tickling. But that must've been wrong, because we were
still getting it.

She barely even looked human, at this point. I knew how that was.
Another layer of the shit was spread over my insteps...

It was very confusing. We were not home anymore. This wasn't our house.
Dark metal walls.

I imagined this conversation taking place. That's how delirious I was.
It didn't seem like I'm talking out loud or anything, but there were
answers - and more questions - being whispered in my head. There was the
feel of more than two of us in this conversation.
Anne - of course. And others.

An apology. Not too sincere, from what I could tell. They really liked
what they discovered. What had started out as disinfecting us, quite
thoroughly, revealed a fascinating side effect. A lot more research would
occur.

Not "may occur". It was definite. More. I couldn't imagine putting up
with another five minutes of that evil ticklish goo.
She kept thinking about the kids. Prompting me - and I caught on. Yeah,
they need us home. We can't leave. Were the squids fuckin' crazy?
Tickling, every day?

Desperately, I pulled together some lame excuse about needing to stay
close to the Earth. Magnetic field. A total crock, but Wifey picked up
on it. Good job, I thought, hearing her spin a psuedoscientific
response. Too far out into space and we'd be... no fun at all.
More talking - I was doing some of it - and then things got even
fuzzier, just before the lights seemed to fade away.

I was in bed.
So was she.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, I took her in my arms
and just held on.

The sun was just coming up. Somehow we had to get going, right now, if
we were going to make it to Grandma's before the kids went ballistic.
Christmas morning - and I felt as if I could sleep for a week.

But somehow we pulled it off. Grandma had a smirk on her face.
They're gone, I kept telling myself. No more alien bullshit. That
excruciating tickling...

The kids were settled in. One hint led to another - and Wifey got up
the nerve to ask Grandma, who just laughed and nodded. Apparently we
looked every bit as wiped out as we felt.
It was damn nice of her to watch the kids for another night.
Slamming two big mugs of coffee, I felt like I could just make it back
home before the buzz wore off.

The roads weren't all that much better, and it looked like we still had
the street all to ourselves. Wifey slept like a rock, and I couldn't
stop yawning.
We didn't talk much. There would be time for that later. Definitely. I
looked around the living room, trying to con myself into believing it
didn't really happen...

There was some gray powder on the carpet. Lines of it, sitting where
the webs had pinned us down so tightly.

"C'mon," I yawned at Anne, pulling her toward the bedroom. It was one
of those times when I honestly wondered if I'd make it to the bed
before I fell over.

But as soon as I opened the door and fumbled for the light switch, I
was wide awake. So was Wifey.
There had been some redecorating.
A wide rack was floating a good meter above the bed, covered with a pad
that seemed to be full of fireflies and water.
Instinct made me turn around. Time to go. Hotel -
Already the door was being pushed shut, just as I knew it would. There
were chrome strips hiding the edges. We were trapped...
But even that wasn't the scariest thing.

The welcoming committee greeted us, clearly excited to get started. All
those tentacles reaching over, shimmering with that ticklish goo.
Twice as many of the appendages, this time.

Screaming our heads off didn't keep the aliens from hopping right over
to us.

One for her, and one for me.

The End????

Merry Christmas!
 
wowow your imagination never ceases to amaze me. i'm reading along, and o btw love the ballpark frank reference. another great tickling story between hubby and wife, when pooffffff. in comes this totally weird and disgustingly slimy alien. tickling everywhere, inside and out. i just wonder how this will end for them? another great story, and just when i was feeling a tad sorry for myself, being sick and all today, i see a story by Invisible Ink, one of my favorite authors on the forum. Merry Christmas back to you Ink

isabeau :smilestar
 
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isabeau said:
wowow your imagination never ceases to amaze me. i'm reading along, and o btw love the ballpark frank reference. another great tickling story between hubby and wife, when pooffffff. in comes this totally weird and disgustingly slimy alien. tickling everywhere, inside and out. i just wonder how this will end for them? another great story, and just when i was feeling a tad sorry for myself, being sick and all today, i see a story by Invisible Ink, one of my favorite authors on the forum. Merry Christmas back to you Ink

isabeau :smilestar


Sick on Christmas???! No! Say it ain't so!!!! Well, if Santa is listening. I wish for him to bring you a tall glass of O.J, and a get well soon pill!!

Thanks for reading this one Mel! That funny ballpark reference and all of the Husband's point of view tickling, and the ending, were all written by a new friend of mine by the name of Cor.

Great stuff huh? I thought he did an awesome job!

Anyway, happy holidays and get well soon!! :cry1:
 
I was wondering if you were going to come up with something for Christmas. I honestly dont know what to say except that it was interesting. COR did a really really good job with the husband's angle. Descriptive and well written as par for the course with you Ink. Sitting here not really sure how to react to this story. Its definitely different, which is good. Was really getting into the story until the alien showed up. Still shaking my head. I hope you had a safe and peaceful holiday.
 
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I WAShoping for this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

merry xmas broham!!!

nice work on the xmas storie bro!!!! excelent work as usual! i loved the way the story start out all sweet andsafe, then BOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :santasmil :dropatear


LOVED IT BROHAM!!!!!
 
Invisible Ink said:
Sick on Christmas???! No! Say it ain't so!!!! Well, if Santa is listening. I wish for him to bring you a tall glass of O.J, and a get well soon pill!!

Thanks for reading this one Mel! That funny ballpark reference and all of the Husband's point of view tickling, and the ending, were all written by a new friend of mine by the name of Cor.

Great stuff huh? I thought he did an awesome job!

Anyway, happy holidays and get well soon!! :cry1:

yes he did do an awesome job. and thanks Ink i will eventually get better. love your stories as you know.

isabeau
 
:yowzer: wow! that was just crazy. what a weird christmas.
at least they weren't anal probed. :manicd:


will there be a story for New Years? :xpulcy:
 
ticklingnemesis said:
:yowzer: wow! that was just crazy. what a weird christmas.
at least they weren't anal probed. :manicd:


will there be a story for New Years? :xpulcy:

dont give him any ideas about anal probes lol. and yes i would also love a new years story.

isabeau
 
Happy NEW year!! Again...

Hmmm... A new Year's Eve tale of twisted Tickling torment a?

I'll be totally honest, I wasn't planning on one... However, I'm suddenly feeling inclined to do just that.

Thanks Isabeau/ Nemesis for that little boost...

Maybe I'll even work in a little...
anal probing :devil2:
 
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