drewtickler
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Drew strained to see what was happening. Things were starting to move, as if the metal room itself was changing shape. Her reflection above her blurred and melted as if in liquid. Shapes started to push out from all around, long strands of metal, all rounded, smooth and shiny, yet stretchy and flexible. They all gathered over her now trembing nakedness, hovering as if waiting for a signal. A low, single beep blurted out over the quietness, and the metalic tentacles started to decend.
They slowly congrigated around Drews head, as one or two of them lowered towards her. She tensed as they got closer. Maybe she was expecting them to go for her face or head, but she screamed as she realised what was happening. The first one reached its target quickly followed by another, both running delicate strokes down her arms, and increasing her yelps as they reached her unprotected arm pits.
AAAAAAHAHAHA!!! NOOONOONONO!!! STOP!!!
Others had reached her other arm now, and were softly running small circles up and around her armpits. She tried to break free from there feathery touch, but the only movement she managed was to wobble her breasts from side to side invitingly, which a tentacle picked up on and began to tease the soft mounds as they shook.
OOOOOHHHH HAHAAA!!! PLEASE STOOOOOP!!!!
As Drews cries left her mouth, a second beep sounded, only this time there were two, slightly louder. The rest of the shimmering probes decended, only this time they went lower. Her cries turned to fits of squeels as the first one softly prodded her tensed stomach.
SSHHHIIITTTTT!!!!! HAAAAAHAAAHAAHAAA!!!!
They slowly began to swirl around her torso, exploring her sides, running lines along her ribs, vibrating in her belly button and into her groin. This was becoming unbearable. She could feel her body heating up as the tickling became more intense, and the tentacles varied there attacks with soft and then harder strokes and prods
OOOOHHHH NOOOHOHOHOOOOO!! PPPLEEEAASSEE!!! HAHAAAAAAA!!!
Just when she thought she could take no more, they stopped, and hovered above her. Her screams slowly reduced to giggles. At last, the tickling had stopped. But then, three, high beeps sounded, and she realised it wasnt over. And as she watched her torturers move away from her head, and down towards the other end of the table holding her, she new the worst was to come. A tickling torture that was the so unbeareable she started to giggle before they had even started on...HER FEET!
Her whole body tensed instantly, and her hands clenched into tight fists, as they began there cruel and prescise assault on her helpless feet.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!! EEEYAAAAAAHAAHAAAAA!!!!
The solid bonds holding her feet prevented her from even curling her toes to protect against the torture, and the tentacles used this perfectly to stroke up and down her flexed arches, tickling Drews most sensitive and ticklish spots. They were individually titilating each of her bound toes, around the tightened skin of the balls of her feet, and down her arches to her heels.
OOOOOHOHOOO PLEEASSEE!! ST ST STOOOOPPP!! AHAAAAAHAAAHAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Tears were flowing down her face now, and her jaw began to ache from screaming. The final straw came when they spread there tickle torture to her entire body. Back into her arm pits, up and down her ribs like a wash board, round and round her stomach and sides, sliding around her violently shaking breasts and delicatly stroking along her groin. And all the while, they continued on her feet, not missing a single inch of the hyper ticklish skin on them, as if they new this was her weak spot.
WWAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! HAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHA!!!......
And with that Drew passed out. The vicious and deadly accurate tickling had rushed to much blood to her head, and forced too much air from her lungs. Her insane screams of laughter still rang around the metallic walls for a second, before everything went quiet. Drews ravaged naked body twitched slightly as the muscles still contracted slightly, and then lay still. Her swirling, shiny, tortures began retracting into the walls, and slowly the lights dimmed.
Drew woke, sweating, and sat bolt upright. The clock read 11.32am, and next to the clock was an empty vodka bottle. She rubbed her aching head, and felt her tense jaw. What a dream. She pulled back the covers to get up, and looked down at her naked self. And the red and swollen marks around her wrists, knees and ankles!
"OH NO, IT CANT HAVE"!????.............
They slowly congrigated around Drews head, as one or two of them lowered towards her. She tensed as they got closer. Maybe she was expecting them to go for her face or head, but she screamed as she realised what was happening. The first one reached its target quickly followed by another, both running delicate strokes down her arms, and increasing her yelps as they reached her unprotected arm pits.
AAAAAAHAHAHA!!! NOOONOONONO!!! STOP!!!
Others had reached her other arm now, and were softly running small circles up and around her armpits. She tried to break free from there feathery touch, but the only movement she managed was to wobble her breasts from side to side invitingly, which a tentacle picked up on and began to tease the soft mounds as they shook.
OOOOOHHHH HAHAAA!!! PLEASE STOOOOOP!!!!
As Drews cries left her mouth, a second beep sounded, only this time there were two, slightly louder. The rest of the shimmering probes decended, only this time they went lower. Her cries turned to fits of squeels as the first one softly prodded her tensed stomach.
SSHHHIIITTTTT!!!!! HAAAAAHAAAHAAHAAA!!!!
They slowly began to swirl around her torso, exploring her sides, running lines along her ribs, vibrating in her belly button and into her groin. This was becoming unbearable. She could feel her body heating up as the tickling became more intense, and the tentacles varied there attacks with soft and then harder strokes and prods
OOOOHHHH NOOOHOHOHOOOOO!! PPPLEEEAASSEE!!! HAHAAAAAAA!!!
Just when she thought she could take no more, they stopped, and hovered above her. Her screams slowly reduced to giggles. At last, the tickling had stopped. But then, three, high beeps sounded, and she realised it wasnt over. And as she watched her torturers move away from her head, and down towards the other end of the table holding her, she new the worst was to come. A tickling torture that was the so unbeareable she started to giggle before they had even started on...HER FEET!
Her whole body tensed instantly, and her hands clenched into tight fists, as they began there cruel and prescise assault on her helpless feet.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!! EEEYAAAAAAHAAHAAAAA!!!!
The solid bonds holding her feet prevented her from even curling her toes to protect against the torture, and the tentacles used this perfectly to stroke up and down her flexed arches, tickling Drews most sensitive and ticklish spots. They were individually titilating each of her bound toes, around the tightened skin of the balls of her feet, and down her arches to her heels.
OOOOOHOHOOO PLEEASSEE!! ST ST STOOOOPPP!! AHAAAAAHAAAHAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Tears were flowing down her face now, and her jaw began to ache from screaming. The final straw came when they spread there tickle torture to her entire body. Back into her arm pits, up and down her ribs like a wash board, round and round her stomach and sides, sliding around her violently shaking breasts and delicatly stroking along her groin. And all the while, they continued on her feet, not missing a single inch of the hyper ticklish skin on them, as if they new this was her weak spot.
WWAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! HAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHA!!!......
And with that Drew passed out. The vicious and deadly accurate tickling had rushed to much blood to her head, and forced too much air from her lungs. Her insane screams of laughter still rang around the metallic walls for a second, before everything went quiet. Drews ravaged naked body twitched slightly as the muscles still contracted slightly, and then lay still. Her swirling, shiny, tortures began retracting into the walls, and slowly the lights dimmed.
Drew woke, sweating, and sat bolt upright. The clock read 11.32am, and next to the clock was an empty vodka bottle. She rubbed her aching head, and felt her tense jaw. What a dream. She pulled back the covers to get up, and looked down at her naked self. And the red and swollen marks around her wrists, knees and ankles!
"OH NO, IT CANT HAVE"!????.............
