This is, easily, one of the top three releases MTJ has ever done.
I'm starting here because that covers a lot of ground, and also because that statement carries a lot of weight. That's almost a decade and a half of material that's been released. That's covering from Tales From The Asylum, to Yenny, to Topin, to Sonya, to Vellicatrices, to more modern releases like Foul Play, Annie the Amateur Pirate, Bound By Duty, Bullets and Laughter, and Inescapable. A whole library, with immensely talented artists and wonderfully crafted stories. And there's singular pubs that seem practically seminal. Like Yenny's No Mercy, which forever stood as this practically unattainable gem of insane hotness.
Tickling in Space: Blake's Revenge Part Six surpasses it. Shockingly. Surprisingly. Nothing thus far in the series prepared me for the onslaught that was to happen, and I've been a massive fan of it from the onset. This is where Bandito, Ponce, the entire team, hit another level.
This release is frighteningly hot, heart meltingly erotic. This isn't a showcase in what can be accomplished within a limited page and panel economy. No. Every page is filled almost exclusively with kill shot panels. There is no exhale. No easing things in. It's Fury Road adrenaline pumping hot, straight from the start, from the very cover to the very last panel. No prisoners. It's insane.
It's difficult to try and blend together three separate story threads many times, especially when your back is against the clock and you have such limited space. One of strengths of the overall Blake's Revenge series has been how well done this has all been done seamlessly, from the very start, but we are fast approaching the climax (pun partially intended), and I'm still surprised and envious of how this has been managed. There aren't wastes of space. There aren't forays into areas that aren't important. Everything here is here for purpose, and that's a necessity for solid fiction regardless of what genre it is in, and for it to be so finely tuned in a tickling story is even more awe inspiring, especially with how many different masters need to be served.
The story starts where 5 left off, with Blake ready to pick Dusty's chastity coin, the very last shred of dignity the purple pansy has been afforded, after months of aphrodisiacs seeping through her pores and lord knows how many hours of punctuated, ruthless, tickling. It's not a question of whether or not Dusty's been beaten; it's hard to imagine some in any comic having suffered such a calculated bout of ticklish torture as she has received, and the threads have been cut and she's babbling, begging helplessly. There is no sanctuary. No safety. Every touch as scorched her skin, every ticklish spot has felt the bite of Blake's talons and her tantalizing tools. And in the process? Her body is beyond that crest point. She's so far over the edge. The second that chastity coin comes off, there's no turning back. It's been the dark threat throughout the entire series, and it's been built to ruthlessly. And there is no one coming to save Dusty.
Now, yeah, of course. That's a nice tagline. “She's utterly tortured and no one is coming to save her...until TUNE IN NEXT WEEK WHEN SHE IS SAVED!” It's a common motif, even in this kind of fiction. A way to wave away the build up and place things back the way they were before.
Not so fast.
On the Savage Planet below, the jettisoned crew comes to a realization about the time device they have found. Not only does it need a key, which is currently being blocked off by some kind of absurdly large and terrifying monster, but even if they do manage to retrieve the key? There's an added twist. The very tool that can save the day is the very same tool that will ruin them. There will be no clean breaks. No clean getaways. So...even the chance of salvation is steeped in risk and peril that goes against the norm and genre convention.
Of course, Blake has to get her monologuing villain on, and we are at our final crew member capture. The rest of the series has been about the capturing of different members of the Danneskold crew, and their ticklish and quaking demises...if they were lucky enough to suffer such fates. Here, it's time for Poe to get her clutches on someone, and that someone happens to be the Danneskold's resident love bot, Thompson. Except Poe screws up...and finds herself in the clutches of the tickle raving android, all souped up and ready, with terrible ticklish threats awaiting the former space cop if she fails to maintain some level of control.
And, lastly, there is a bit about Blake. The how and the why that led to this. Her absolute need to escape from Talon 11. The savage way she picked her way free. Her path of destruction. It shows us just how much of a heartless piece of shit she is, and to what lengths her depravity go. It also shows us how Glitch came to be, which is a dark story in and of itself.
Usually, within these releases, individual elements, or characters, truly come to the forefront and showcase the strength within the release. And, yeah, there is a lot of deliciousness around that, but there are definitely thrusts and focuses, or at least there have been for me. I can't say this time. Not because it lacks it. And not because I feel like there are too many masters being served and something gets lost in translation. All the elements in this comic work well. Not just well. Amazingly. I think, a lot of times, artists and storytellers have a tendency to lose sight of their goal the longer a project might go on. In that, I mean that they become too steeped inside of it, and do not effectively step away as needed to take a fresh breath. I can't begin to describe how many comic releases focus on the wrong things at the sake of cutting out the heart of what makes it great. This is the exact opposite. This is a team, Ponce, Bandito, Duarte, Rostokfx, Lotus, Chicagoannie, that's not just on the same wavelength or showing a comfort with the material and a handle of the universe. This is something new entirely. This is at a different level, one that is only achievable through the long term hard work done in the past, as well as executing a story that is burning hot with nitrous and superchargers. This is crashing through the wall and not stopping, powering ahead, the line of what came before be damned.
All you need to do is look at the cover to know what you're in for. From a technical standpoint? The lines are clean. The colors are vibrant and pop off the page. Poe is in stitches, soapy bristles attacking her, as well as Thompson's fingers, and she's barely holding on. And Thompson? You see her predatory stare, but also, the glee she has, the emotion behind her want. Blake's Revenge covers have been awesome, and this is no exception, but also, it shows us a lot of nice details. The tears are flowing. The sweat is pouring from Poe's body. She's screaming for her life. Her boot is left off to the side, and so is a little vibrator massager, left precarious, a trail of water from the panties and the scrubbing brush across her ample chest showing just how indepth Thompson has chosen to go.
The kill shot panels start immediately. Page one. Blake is fingering the lock of Dusty's chastity coin, her nipples fully erect, her pleas echoing as the sweat pours from her bound body. There's Poe, grabbing hold of Thompson, digging her finger into the love bot's navel. There is closer look at Dusty, from the chest down to her coin, fingers teasing her body. There is the turn about, Thompson binding up Poe, the former space cop's body being wrapped up, the very threat of what is happening causing her nipples to swell inside her top, with Thompson peeling away her sock. Page one is already a feast for the eyes. Page one.
I'm not even going to get into Blake's shower destruction in Talon Eleven, with how steamy it is, or the tint of her cheeks, or the absolute ticklish terror etched in her face as she is destroyed. I'm not going to get into how sexy Thompson and Poe look as Thompson tasks her to hold a little fun toy to herself as she is brushed from head to toe. That's page two. The details are exquisite.
Seriously. Poe's an interesting character. Short brunette hair. She's this savage ler. Feared. And the way Thompson just wreaks her? It's so beyond hot. She gets attacked from all ends. And her reactions aren't small. They grow in their mirthful desperation. I can't pinpoint specific panels at this point. Almost every single tickle panel in this comic is a home run of multilevel hotness, hit from different ends. It's tickling and teasing. It's threats and begging. It's desperation and seduction. It's the way the color blushes across their skin as the heat intensifies. Seriously. That's one of the truly delicious aspects to this comic, the blush responses, the actual breadth of flavor you can pick up from the scenarios as they take place. It shows the sensualness of it. It shows the raw ticklish intensity. How Poe and Dusty and everyone are falling apart at the very seams. No comprising.
But there are plenty of compromising positions. When it's talked about that this release is hot, or that it's naughty, it is. That isn't a sales pitch, and it isn't some dolled up way to basically sell people on the erotic content and then pull some punches. This comic doesn't shy away. It's one of the most visceral and evocative comics MTJ has ever released, and I think that is something that needs to be stressed, because it shows a boldness I appreciate. Seriously. A lot of places promise you erotic tickling and hide it away. They shy away from it. It's a major selling point, but in the end, a lot of times, you get burned by it if you expect to see detail, or that physical or intense connection that sexual tickling has. This isn't someone promising pussy tickles and then putting a feather in front and the lee having a static face for a panel, all as someone tells you it's the hottest thing ever.
And I think this is important. Not because of what it gives, because I love that sort of content. It's the connection it has with this story and this universe. It's central and needed. It's not shied away from. And it is earned. The steaminess inside Poe's panties from what she is suffering from is hotter than practically everything else out there, and it is so because Ponce and Duarte and Bandito are creating tickling scenarios that are taxing, all encompassing, all embodying. Seriously. When Dusty finally loses her chastity coin, this isn't just a build up in story. It's been a build up of over and year. And it's a lightning bolt. The way the team expresses her body to what she is suffering through speaks on such a raw, sexual level that it is mind blowing. It's panic and dread, it's submission and release, it's fear and this overwhelming of everything, everything Dusty is, everything she stands for.
It's why I feel the way I do. MTJ and others have released some amazing comics over the years, and hell, I pointed to No Mercy as perhaps the top. But Ozzy didn't evoke this. What Dusty and Poe and Blake suffer here is all encompassing, and it's so raw. For me, going through, it reminds me of the first time I saw panels of BAC cartoons, that hit me in ways I would've never imagined. This comic isn't just great. It's not just well crafted and well done. It's game changing. This is magic. This is lightning in a bottle.
This might just be the hottest tickling comic that has ever been done. Seriously. It has something for everyone. It tells a wonderful story that leaves you craving so much more. Seriously...this comic might just be the best.
If you are at all interested in tickling comics, you need to have this.
