This couldn’t be happening… god no, please!
“Now, it is time for Phase 2 of my brilliant plan! Enjoy watching it on the big screen Bolt Girl! Too-da-loo!” She blew a kiss at me as she turned around and walked off in her high heels.
With my mouth completely stuffed and gagged with a big red rubber ball, my blue eyes gazed blankly at the two youthful henchwomen. Both of them had bright, wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, perfectly tanned skin, and faces like dolls, each holding two of Mistress Feather’s blue plumes and hovering over my toe-cuffed bare feet. Seeing them poised like silent assassins to start tickling my hyper-ticklish bare feet at any moment caused my presence of mind to utterly vanish in a panic attack. I could not help myself as the very moment the two young doll-faced blondes began to lower their feathers and start inching them towards my exposed bare soles, I screamed as loud as possible through my red rubber ball-gag.
“MMHHHHMMM-MMMHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMM-MMMMMPPPHH-MMMMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHHHHH!!!” I screamed like a little girl!
With my 5’10”, scarlet-haired, toned body still completely encased in rubber, I was completely immobilized and defenseless. I was still unable to move my body a single inch or even so much as lay a single spark of my high voltage electric powers on my cruel adversaries. In my unbelievable position, these tiny, juvenile, dolled-up girls had an infinite sum of free reign to do whatever they could possibly want to do to my beautiful, helpless body; and I was desperately and frantically trying to discover any possible solution to avoid going through hell again!
I started trembling, writhing, and trying to break free of the binding rubber sheath surrounding every inch of my body from just below the top of my head down to the soft, pale bare skin just underneath my knees. I even made noises as I did, “MMMM, MMMHMMM, MMMHHHHHMMMM!!! MMMMPPPH!” The girls watched in delight, because, as it had done until now, the elastic rubber proved pliant, resilient, and unbreakable, and despite my incredible exertion, I was still no closer to solving my problem. The girls, continuing to enjoy watching me exert myself and fail, inched their feathers closer and closer, one coming literally a tenth of an inch from stroking my exposed bare soles again. At this point, out of shear desperation, I did the only thing I possibly could, and let out a huge surge of energy in an effort to test the level of my helplessness, hoping that somehow, my electricity would escape and hit these girls and stop them from tickle torturing my bare, bound soles. I let out as much as I possibly could, and waited to see if it had any effect.
To my abhorrence, the girls stood there unharmed. The bowl-shaped device on my head absorbed my electricity as it did when Mistress Feather tickled my feet and tortured me into releasing my energy into it, thereby powering her death machine. The toe-cuffs did their jobs as well, as any electricity I tried to send out through my feet ended up getting absorbed into them, leaving the girls who were about to tickle me completely unharmed. Unable to move, and unable to use my powers, there truly was no way to avoid what was about to happen! To make it worse, Mistress Feather was walking away, unchecked, with a fully-powered mass death machine that could at any moment wipe out any entire city. Whatever consequence I would suffer, it was nothing compared to the consequence the world was about to suffer if I did not find a way out of this and fast!
Still, the girls, upon seeing me struggling and letting out a surge of energy, just grinned wider, and giggled childishly as they teased, bringing the feather ever so close to my precious bare soles, before pulling away. Every time they did so, it caused me to twitch. In my own stubborn refusal to accept this, I continued to let out surge after surge hoping one of them would finally work, but every single time, in eight tries, the rubber trapped my electricity, the toe-cuffs did their job, keeping the girls untouched, and my electricity went more and more out of the top of my head, and into the device. The girls giggled and giggled, facing each other and grinning, as they toyed with me like a cats playing with a ball of yarn. Finally, one began to speak, “Why, aren’t you the squirming type Bolt Girl! Hehehe” She was talking in a high-pitched, playful voice, addressing me like I was a 5-year-old. It was incredibly humiliating. Soon, the other girl picked up, saying “My, my, having the great Bolt Girl in front of us, trying to electrocute us, while her soft bare feet are sitting in front of us, waiting to be tortured; my, what an honor it is!” This one also talked in high-pitch squeaks, but had a very, very southern accent, more emphasized than mine. These two girls sweet-talking, playful voices made me feel like I was being reduced to nothing more than a highly prized porcelain doll for them to play with. Like Mistress Feather, I wanted to shock them so bad, but couldn’t.
As they continued to tease, and I let in two more surges, the southern girl said, “Oh, by all means, continue to fire off! You know that we switched the electric route and now all your electricity’s being sent to a storage facility to help re-charge our death machine!” My eyes grew big! This was news to me. That’s when the other one chimed in, “Yes, you see, the Mistress, OUR AUNT, just needed enough of your electricity to fire one ray. She tortured you until she got that, now, she needs more, which you have so kindly provided! Tee-hehehehe” Her childish giggles were piercing. Not only did she just inform me that I had powered Mistress Feather’s machine enough to run several times, but she also informed me that Mistress Feather was her AUNT! It made sense, why these girls looked so much like her, why they were so young, and why they were so diabolical in their teasing and mischievous banter.
Afraid to let out another surge, I froze. Not even wanting to so much as shake and humiliate myself more, I stopped moving completely. Seeing me freeze and look bewildered, the girls just looked at each other and giggled, squeaking to each other things like, “Good one Angel, that got her to stop!” While the southern girl said, “Hehe Oh, but we don’t want her to stop, remember!” That’s when the two girls formed wide smiles identical to their aunt’s. Unfortunately, at that moment, the two nieces finally began to lift their feathers and began inching all four blue plumes towards my precious bare soles. I screamed, “MMMMMMMMMMMMMPHHHH,” but it was no use. “There’s no stopping us now Bolt Girl, prepare to lose your mind!,” the niece with the high-pitched voice said, as, simultaneously, on both feet, the two twenty-some year olds used one of their beautiful blue feathers to drag gently along my soft, smooth arches, and the other to trace delicately beneath my long, immaculate toes. In that moment, time stopped! My lungs turned to stone, my heart seized, and my bare feet twitched violently as hot ticklish sensations like I’d never experienced before in my life shot through the two most ticklish parts of my flawless bare soles and sent highly unpleasant sensations shooting throughout my entire completely immobilized superheroine body! If Mistress Feather’s two feathers were enough to make my body lose control and release all its energy, four feathers were enough to destroy my composure and turn me into a wild, screaming hot mess!
The two girls took immediate notice to my discomfort, and immediately started giggling with excitement! “Tee-hehehehehe! Well aren’t you just the most ticklish southern belle we have ever tickled?!! Tee-hehehehehehe” They giggled like prissy little dolls, as their four silky feathers stroked gracefully along my arches and toes very, very slowly. Dimples began forming on my face and I trembled as the ticklish sensations only seemed to be getting worse and worse the slower and more gracefully the girls danced their feathers along my soles.
“EEEEEMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHH-MH-HMMM-HMMM-HMMM-HMM-HMM-HMMMM-HMMM!!! HMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHM!!! LEEHHMMMEEEEE GOHHMMMM-HMHMHMHMHMHMHMHM!!!” I screamed and screamed and screamed, thinking to myself, “MAKE IT STOP!! OH PLEASE, JUST MAKE IT STOP!” As the ticklish sensations shot like darts throughout my entire body, my head jerked back and I looked at the ceiling as tears began to roll down my face. Even as I started involuntarily twitching nearly every limb in my body, the rubber and binds held my twitches in place. They were still as strong as ever, preventing me from moving a single inch, as I remained utterly helpless and had no choice but to endure more of this diabolical, ticklish prison I was ensnared in.
The blonde nieces were just getting started though, as suddenly, they took their feathers and began dragging the tips faster, and faster, and faster along my arches and toes. The quickening pace of their feathers caused my heart to beat faster and caused me to start convulsing, which caused me to go into hyperventilation and sweat profusely all over again. Tears were forming like wells in my eyes, and I was desperate to simply breathe, which was dang near impossible with my mouth completely stuffed and rubber encased around my nose. I immediately began to grow dizzy, and lost control much faster than I expected. Within seconds, I couldn’t control myself anymore, and let out another involuntary surge of electric energy! The girls, delighted, just said, “Why thank you Bolt Girl! Just what we needed. How about a few more! Hehehe Coochie coochie coochie coo!” The “coochie coo” was the worst! Immediately it brought back horrible memories of trying and failing to hold off Mistress Feather’s ticklish assault on my bare soles. Now, the girls were doing the same, and chanting the same thing, as I tried to concentrate and control my urges; but the moment those feathers grazed my exposed bare soles and sent spine-shivering impulses throughout my entire helpless body, combined with the psychological pain of hearing their horrible tickle banter, any semblance of rational thought was immediately replaced by hot, desperate compulsion to react in whatever way would relieve the pain, even temporarily!
Within just 5 minutes of the blondes’ four feathers tormenting my worst, most sensitive spots on my exposed bare soles, I had let out over 20 surges, and I had given enough power for Mistress Feather’s machine to destroy over 15 cities. The girls were enjoying this beyond belief, as they began laughing in an almost shrieking fashion, as well as high-fiving each other every time they forced another surge out of me! After about the 20th surge, the southern girl said, “My, my, my you truly have a lot of power inside you Bolt Girl! Such a gift to be given to be allowed to tickle it all out of you! Hehehehe” It gave me a migraine to even for a second comprehend how badly my body and my power had been abused into doing such terrible things. I was desperate, desperate to make the tickling stop, desperate to stop Mistress Feather, and desperate to wake up from this horrible, horrible nightmare! But the worst part of it all was, despite all my struggled, I, the most powerful superheroine in the world, was still completely in Mistress Feather’s clutches, completely helpless to save the day, and completely unable to stop Mistress Feather’s horrific, malicious plan.
However, despite the utter hell that I was being put through by Mistress Feather’s incredibly skilled, nasty nieces, I could not help but keep my mind fixated on the scene diagonally from me. From across the room, I could see Mistress Feather reaching the machine with all the yellow and red lit-up buttons and the giant monitors. She was getting make-up applied to her, getting her hair straightened, and she was bringing a large lit-up camera over. She was obviously getting ready to make some kind of televised address!
As fixated as my mind was on what she was up to, my attention was brought back to my own body when the girls began trailing their feathers both on the soles and on the tops of my feet. I had no idea the tops of my feet were so sensitive. The moment those feathers began caressing them, tears started pouring out of my eyes, and I began to release even more sparks. “MMMM-HMMM-HMMM-HMMM-HMMM-HMM-HMM-HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” I was laughing and screaming through the hard ball-gag, which was beginning to mar my jaw terribly. The girls not only didn’t care, but were enjoying seeing my unbelievable suffering at the hands of their two long, wicked feathers. They were unphased, and completely calm, and they did not look like they were one bit tired or having trouble keeping their concentration. They methodically tickled faster, and faster, and faster, making it worse and worse and worse for me. This continued for an entire hour, as they moved from my tops and soles, to the balls of my feet, to the soft, fleshy center of my foot just beneath the balls, to just underneath my toes. They were tickling me in hot spots that I had no idea could all possibly exist on just my precious bare feet, and doing it systematically, like this had been planned like clockwork, like they had been trained for this! Any hope I had that Mistress Feather’s nieces would be any less diabolical or skilled with feathers was not only shattered completely, but these girls were clearly much, much better at this than their aunt. I beamed my gaze towards their aunt, my bare soles still getting tormented, as I did my best to keep my concentration long enough to follow the progression of her evil plan.
Staring across the room, I noticed that Mistress Feather was now standing in front of there camera, completely made over with mascara, eye-shadow, and red lipstick. The monitors were all showing major news networks from around the world, with lead anchors, talking about various domestic disputes going on that any person might notice in any one day of new. At that moment, the lady behind the camera began counting down, “3,2, 1…” and right after “1,” a henchwoman sitting at the machine hit a large red button, which sent out a loud, screeching wave of sound throughout the room, causing my ears to split as well as those of many henchwomen watching. However, in just an instance following the pressing of the button, all the monitors from all the major news networks around the world were completely usurped. The signals were immediately lost, and seconds after staring at a dark black screen, Mistress Feather’s heavily beautified, wickedly grinning face began to pop up, one by one by one, on every single one of them. The “ooo”s and “ahh”s around the room as Mistress Feather stood there for a few second, heightening the anticipation, before she finally started speaking and making her worldwide television address.
Just as her nieces were each bringing both of their feathers and using them to torment the outside and inside edges of my feet, snapping my attention back and causing me to literally jump to the point where I slightly shook the sturdy, metal chair I was strapped to, Mistress Feather began to make the most terrifying, fear-inducing address the world had ever seen.
“Hello World!” She said in a very low-pitched, very condescending voice, like she was trying to send the message that she meant business. “My name is Mistress Feather! Some of you still remember me from several years back when I stole all that money and left many of you rebuilding your lives. Well, I have news for you. I’m back, and this time, you will definitely want to pay attention, for it may just save the life of your entire hell-ridden city!”
I could just imagine the world snapping to attention at that last line. She was not mincing her words one bit, and making sure the world knew exactly the danger it was in.
“Let this sink into your uneducated, corrupted brains; any part of the world, any city that defies me, and city that does not comply completely with my very specific demands, will be immediately blown off of the face of the Earth!” My eyes just grew wide, like they were about to pop out of my head!
“You see this, this is my death ray. It is up in space, somewhere where no one can reach it, and as of right now, it is fully powered. Now, if I have not been convincing enough, and there are those of you who still doubt the message I am trying to send, then watch very, very closely, because if you still have any doubts after what I am about to show you, you will pay for it with your life!” And that’s when she gave the world a demonstration. She said, “Do it now!” And with that, a button was pressed, and the machine began revving up, like it was ready to detonate. I could not watch, I closed my eyes, when suddenly, a large blast was heard. It didn’t come from inside the building. Rather, it came from outside. I opened my eyes again in time to see Mistress Feather’s death ray in space, a large, orange ray of burning light fired, and another camera appeared, this time, of what seemed to be a lush, tropical island in the ocean. A map in the corner revealed it was a deserted island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, but within seconds, the beautiful lush landscape and ocean was replaced by a large cloud of black dust and burning orange. The death ray had reached its target, and had completely decimated the abandoned island, with a large, booming ripple of noise to go with it! I was stunned and scared, and just imagined the carnage that would take place if that beam had hit a city with people in it.
Mistress Feather finished her address, by saying, “Seen enough? Now, every city I ask will bow down to me and appoint me as their leader within ONE HOUR! If they don’t, what you just saw will happen to that city. The choice is none, either give in,” she paused, “or die!” The camera then turned off, the monitors began returning to their appointed television news anchors, and the magnitude of what had just happened began to wash all over me! However, even as all this happened, the two blondes moved on and began using their feathers purely going up and down the middle of my soft white soles, causing me to scrunch them before releasing a few more sparks!
My jaws were beginning to ache terribly from the ball-gag and the more laughing I did with my jaws hanging forcibly apart was causing me to drool terribly into the rubber. To make it worse, I hadn’t been able to urinate for hours, and with the tickling on my feet, it was impossible to hold it in any longer and I wet myself! This had to be the most humiliating occurrence I had ever experienced.
It had been over an hour and still I was no closer to escaping, and Mistress Feather had gained major, major ground in her quest to rule the world. She was not wasting any time either, for within a minute after she had cut off the broadcast, she dialed the speakerphone on the machine, and on the other line, was the mayor of Tuvaluan, a very large urban center in the heart of the country with over 5 million residents and over 20 large multi-national business headquarters. Clearly a rewarding and highly profitable prize if she could capture it, Mistress Feather spoke in her defiant, unrelenting tone immediately, as she said, “You, Ms. Mayor, will immediately call your fellow elected officials together and immediately draft the bill that was just faxed to you! The bill states that any and all control of the city will be handed to me. I will have the power to enact or change any law, discharge any public official, and take over any business I choose. You have exactly one hour. Should you fail to comply, your city will evaporate in a cloud of smoke! Your time starts now.” At that moment, she hung up the phone, leaving the mayor of the great city of Tuvaluan to do their very unpleasant business!
This was bad! In less than one hour, either Mistress Feather was going to blow an entire, very large city of the face of the earth, or was going to gain total control of it and all its inhabitants. I had to stop this, but how? I had to think, to concentrate, to put all my creativeness and ingenuity that I had used to save the world before into full effect to stop Mistress Feather and save this big city now.
I began the process of assessing my situation. I was trapped in rubber, had my toes cuffed, and my head had an electricity absorbing device on it. If I could just get one of those three things off, I could escape. I just had to concentr… ahhhh! And before I could get any further, I suddenly felt the tickling on my feet get much, much worse! I looked down, and saw that the girls had put on some kind of orange rubber gloves, with what looked like long, purple, perfectly smooth plastic fingernails on each finger. With each girl taking all ten brightly colored fingernails and raking them fluently down my flawless bare soles, I could not help but let out possibly the biggest jolt of electricity I had ever released in my entire life!
“MMMMMMMM-HM-HM-HM-HM-HM-HM-HM-HM-HM-HM-HM-HM-HM-HM-HM-HM-HM-HM! MMMMPHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” The ten fingernails were far too much to bear! My eyes started pouring out tears and just seconds after the first surge, I let out another large surge, and then another just seconds after that, and even another seconds after that! These ten fingernails were like several knives piercing my nerves and sending a flood of ticklish sensations throughout my entire, hypersensitive body every single second, causing me to utterly lose control of my thoughts and impulses.
And if that wasn’t bad enough, every single second, the girls were raking their colorful nails faster, and faster, and faster down my hypersensitive bare soles! The tickling proved to be incredibly effective. So effective, that when I finally gathered my thoughts enough to take in my surroundings, it was too late! By the time I finally salvaged a semblance of thought back into my mind, over fifty minutes had passed since the girls had started their twenty-fingered explosion on my soft bare feet, and on the other side of the room, all the news networks were buzzing. The news had just broken out that Tuvaluan had passed Mistress Feather’s law, and had just handed over control of their city to the diabolical woman. I was scared, I was shocked, and I was amazed. Just as I was beginning to formulate a plan to escape, these two frail, bikini-clad blondes had literally taken my mind away and stopped me from being able to even think about escaping. Not only that, but in just that last hour, the girls had also provided their aunt with enough electricity to fuel over 40 blasts from the death ray, or twice as many as they had provided in the entire rest of the day just tickling me with feathers!
My situation was getting worse and worse by the second! At this point, Mistress Feather had a large city under her belt, a fully-powered death ray machine with enough power to fuel it endlessly, and the most powerful superheroine in the world as her prisoner. She was growing more dominant by the second, and every second, I kept thinking to myself, “I have to stop this before it’s too late,” but the moment I started to form any rational thought, the girls would tickle my soles another way, moving to my arches, to my toes again, to the fleshy area of the foot just beneath the balls of my feet, sending me right back into thoughtless hysteria! After three hours of relentless, endless suffrage at the hands of these two diabolical young adults, it was becoming very, very clear to me that as long as my bare feet were exposed and free to be tickled, I had no hope of escape!
By the end of those three hours, Mistress Feather had captured 12 other major cities. Reaching out to all regions within the country, Mistress Feather was capturing the biggest, most prominent cities in the nation left and right. Her machine was also gaining more and more of my electricity every second. At this point, my only hope was that these girls, after doing nothing but sitting there, torturing me for so many hours would eventually need a break and give me a second to actually breathe and think. But to my amazement, they not only didn’t stop, or even slow down in the slightest; but somehow, they actually continued to speed up, and even make the tickling somehow even worse than the amazingly diabolical torture they had thrashed me with before! Using and discovering new tools, like a mechanical flosser, a mechanical toothbrush, and even a large pink featherduster and applying these innovative, astonishing tickling tools to my bare soles as well, they had me screaming more and more and more every single second. Their routine was excellent. With each new tool, they always started going from the middle of my soles, starting slow, and then speeding up, followed by my arches, starting slow there, and then speeding up, followed by my toes, then the tops of my feet, then the fleshy area under the balls of my feet, before switching to a different tool and starting the entire process over. They were so methodical, so focused, that I stood no chance. They continued, without a single break, for 16 straight hours! At the end of the night, they had completely filled the first electric storage bank with my energy, and had opened a second, nearly filling that, and having enough electricity to fuel over 300 death ray strikes. Mistress Feather, meanwhile, had captured over 70 major cities, with an average population of 3 million and an average business venture of $5 billion. She did all of that, in just those 16 hours, before finally calling it a day!
When it was finally over, and the girls finally let their featherdusters off of my bare soles, I was a bigger mess than I ever could’ve imagined. My leotard was sopping with sweat, my jaws were cramped and aching terribly from being pried open for 16 straight hours, both my face and my beautiful soles were beet red and swollen from the excruciating workout, my pants were drenched and reeked of my own urine, and my beautiful wavy red hair was soaked, frizzed, and plastered to my forehead with sweat.
This day had been a complete nightmare. There was no possible way it could’ve gone any worse for me, and no possible way it could’ve gone any better for Mistress Feather! Her plan had gone perfectly, everything from me arriving at the power plant, to her rubber balloon gun hitting me and completely engulfing me in its confines, to her forcing me to power her machine by simply exposing and tickling my bare soles, and even cleverly cuffing my big toes to keep me from being able to shock her! She had concocted the perfect plan, and her nieces, so elegant and flawless in their technique, had somehow gone so many hours without so much as breaking stride as they systematically drained me of my energy and my chance of thwarting their plans. Even though now I finally had a chance to think, I was far too exhausted and my head was far too dizzy to think clearly. Within seconds of being left alone in the cold, damp factory, my eyes fluttered and I passed out!
I awoke the next day, with Mistress Feather’s nieces hovering over my scarlet-painted bare feet, having had my silver, metal toe-cuffs replaced, as each was holding two brand new blue plumes poised and ready for a brand new day of action from the moment I opened my eyes. I knew I was in for another day of pure, unabated torture, and sure enough, for the next sixteen hours, the girls repeated their flawless routine and I repeated a day of being unable to form any sort of plan, while Mistress Feather continued her destructive rampage.
Mistress Feather captured city, after city, after city, capturing 32 within five hours, as I screamed and screamed and screamed through my newly replaced blue rubber ball gag. However, around noon, just as the girls were putting on their orange rubber gloves with the plastic purple nails, Mistress Feather went after one of the largest metropolitan areas in the country in the form of Lotanopolis. Mistress Feather called them, stated her demands, and gave them an hour. To my horror, just as the girls were moving on to the phase of tickling my immaculate arches with the rubber glove nails, the mayor went on camera and made a shocking announcement.
“This city will not give into the demands of a terrorist! Now, I call on all the citizens of Lotanopolis, and all of the citizens who have had their freedom taken away, rise up and fight back!” Mistress Feather did not waste any time. She immediately ordered the machine to be powered, and after about five minutes of watching the machine warm up as my scarlet-painted toes were grazed and tormented by twenty long nails, I was forced to watch, completely and utterly powerless to stop Mistress Feather as she fired her magnificent death ray in a blinding rage of orange, yellow, and white light on the giant monitor!
The ray reached the Earth, and after several minutes, the smoke cleared. The city was completely gone; just up and vanished into dust. I sat there, feeling numb, completely stunned. The next moment, the news networks all showed the genocide the Mistress had just committed, followed by scenes of panic forming all over the world. Citizens were rioting, others were praying, but overall, all across the world, people were in shock. I watched the reactions, my mind completely clear even as the girls continued to do their business.
The worst part about the event was that, seconds later, Mistress Feather was calling another city. This time, the city had the law passed within five minutes. The next city fell just as quickly, and by the end of the hour, Mistress Feather had captured 12 cities, almost a third of what she’d captured in 16 hours the day before, all in just one hour. The cities began falling so fast, that Mistress Feather started going after multiple ones at a time, calling five different cities, and announcing she’ll blow up one every ten minutes one doesn’t respond. It worked like a charm, with all five responding within the ten minutes. Two hours later, with the girls now moving onto the mechanical flosser and toothbrushes at this point, Mistress Feather had so many cities that she was now beginning to go after entire states. This proved tough at first, but when news broke out of this phenomenon, many states began calling her, telling her there was no need to call and that they already had passed the bill. By the end of the 16-hour-day, Mistress Feather had captured every single state minus six. Meanwhile, her nieces had done their job perfectly once again, as I was left exhausted, sticky, and lightheaded for the second day in a row! As they all went to bed, I fought, and fought, and fought to stay awake, fearing what would happen to the world if I passed out. I had to fight!
After finally being left alone after yet another 16-hour day of nothing but persistently having my hyper-ticklish feet tormented, I knew that this would be my last chance to save the world. If I didn’t escape now, the girls would be back in the morning, ready to tickle my feet again, making it impossible for me to escape until after Mistress Feather had the world in her grasp. I had to escape now, before they woke up!
Despite my exhaustion of being encased in rubber and bound in a chair for 38 consecutive hours, I was still awake enough to think. My fear of Mistress Feather conquering the world kept me awake, for I knew that once she got this country, it was only a matter of time before the others fell as well. I had to think. There was no excuse for failure. I had to think hard, and be creative, and consider every possible option. I thought, and thought, and thought for hours, but just could not find any sort of crack in Mistress Feather’s plan.
I went over it many times. The rubber encasing repels the use my electric powers. The toe-cuffs absorb the electricity I try to send out of my feet. As long as those were on me, there was no way I could even begin to escape. The problem was, I had no clue how to get either of those off. I really had only one option, I had to struggle. I struggled, and struggled, and struggled. When that didn’t work, out of sheer desperation, I fired bolts. They did nothing, but I fired more anyway, shocking myself a little bit each time. But when none of it worked, I went right back to struggling. This was beginning to feel hopeless!
I struggled some more, and sent out few more bolts, when finally, after over 4 hours of struggling, I noticed a bolt I had fired escape and hit a nearby stool. To test where it came from, I fired another, and once again, it escaped. It was escaping from my left side, and I had no idea why. After doing my best to move just enough to peer over to my left, I finally saw what had happened.
After two days of nothing but struggling against it, the rubber casing finally gave and started to tear! I tested it some more, trying to release a few more small sparks through it, and to my delight, the sparks went through the tear, though still barely.
I knew I couldn’t release enough energy through the tear to harm someone significantly, so I had to make the tear bigger. That’s when I focused with all my might. I began thrashing. I threw myself to my left and my right, trying desperately to increase the size of the tear. However, it was very hard for I could still barely move. I fought, yanked, and wrenched hard against the rubber for another hour or so, and still barely made the tear even a millimeter bigger. I continued to struggle, and struggle, and struggle, when finally, after another half-hour of pure struggling, the tear grew an entire two inches longer, and an inch wider! I was so excited, but not yet ready to celebrate. I still need to test it to make sure I could use that opening properly. So I released another big spark, and this time, it had no problem making its way through. This was a very big moment, I finally had an opening!
That tear, however small, was enough for me to be a significant danger to anyone who crossed me. I’d had to stop struggling and releasing sparks many times as those who had randomly awoken during the night walked by, for fear of being caught. I knew it was only a matter of time before another came by, so I waited, patiently, until finally, one did. One henchwoman, a black haired, green eyed, 5’4’’ doll wearing her blue evening night gown and pink flip flops, finally walked by, and the moment she did, I shot a big, blue spark out of the suit. This caught her attention immediately, as she panicked and looked in my direction. I tried to talk through my gag, but it was no use, all that came out was, “Mmmm, mmmm.” So she did the natural thing and tried to run away. I could not let her get away, for she’d warn someone and they’d stop me before I could get any further. So, I charged up and fired a massive spark through the tear, shocking her enough to paralyze her and cause her to fall to the ground. As she sat there, paralyzed, I sent a few more sparks showering over her so she knew very well that if she tried to escape, she’d be electrocuted.
Realizing I had her, I made noises through my gag, trying to get her to take it off. After a few minutes, she finally put it together to remove my gag, giving me the chance to say, “Remove the rubber from around my body RIGHT NOW,” I whispered very pointedly, “or the next time I fire my electricity, it’ll do much worse than just paralyze you!” Unsurprisingly, knowing she was in immediate, life-threatening danger, the woman obliged. Without so much as speaking a word, she moved a few steps over, found the remote, held it up for me to see, and pressed a button. The next moment, the rubber around my face and up above my forehead began to peel back, slowly shrinking and shriveling up, before shriveling beneath my eyes, allowing me to see clearly, and not through a clear, pink, rubber lens, for the first time in two days. The rubber around my knees also began peeling back, shriveling up towards my torso. I could also feel my back being freed, as the rubber shrunk from there as well. After several seconds, the rubber finally converged and shrunk into a tiny pink rubber ball that sat squarely on my belly button before rolling off and onto the wet, concrete floor. Finally, for the first time in several, several days, I could move freely, I could exert my power freely, and I was free from the despicable rubber’s dreadful, binding grasp!
But I still wasn’t completely free yet. I still had several metal straps keeping me down, and a pair of toe-cuffs keeping me from releasing any electricity through my precious feet. But still, I was completely exposed and could easily shock the woman to death now, so it was easy to convince her to do what I said; and with just a simple “please,” she removed the first strap around my chest.
The moment she removed the strap, a massive alarm went off that must have instantly awoken Mistress Feather and all her henchwomen. I was shocked, and had to think fast or I was going to lose my last chance to escape and save the country from Mistress Feather’s wrath. Thinking quickly, I realized I had to free myself before they got here to stop me. So, putting on my most fear-inducing, persuasive voice, so that there was no question about my commitment to do what I was threatening to do, I boasted, “You have less than a minute to free all my bonds or I will have no choice but to reduce you an electrically fried, scalded corpse!” I normally didn’t threaten to kill people, let alone so violently, but at this moment, the lives of hundreds of millions of people were at stake and I had no choice but to be as harsh as possible so that she’d fear me more than she’d fear Mistress Feather. The woman, naturally favoring anything Mistress Feather threatened to do over being electrocuted and burned to a crisp, immediately ripped through the metal straps still binding my arms, my torso, my knees, and my ankles.
I could hear hustling and lots of talking from the hallways and corridors surrounding the room. The moment my arms were free, I reached to the top of my head and removed the bowl-shaped device from it. I then reached out to my scarlet-painted bare toes and removed those horrid toe-cuffs! Finally, I was completely free within my own body. Finally, for the first time in ten days, I was able to stand up triumphantly like the great Bolt Girl!
The moment I was free, I had to shock the lady unconscious, so as to make sure she didn’t bother me in my escape, causing her to fall sideways with a thump. Even though I knew she was doing it under threat of death, her exploits proved very, very helpful in my endeavors and may have possibly saved the fate of every human being on the planet, so I made sure I did not permanent damage with my shock.
Finally, after too long of a time waiting, I stepped off the chair and onto the floor beneath me. I literally shivered as my bare feet touched that freezing, damp concrete floor, prompting me to immediately start levitating off of it. It felt so good to be able to fly again, and I was ready to leave this god-forsaken building once and for all, but then, they came!
From behind the doors, suddenly, several henchwomen came out, all in rubber suits, and all carrying rubber balloon guns. Before I had time to think, they began pointing them at me and firing!
This time though, I was ready. In full costume, minus my boots, I took to the air like a rocket, flying towards the ceiling in a parabola, causing the balloons to miss and making it difficult for the henchwomen to pick up on my flight pattern so they couldn’t guess where to aim the balloons. I then made it harder by flying in a weaving pattern, keeping my body straight and my bare toes pointed like a professional diver as I looped and zigzagged through the air. My idea was working. The henchwomen were having an impossible time shooting at me, and all the balloons were missing.
Still, I knew I couldn’t outrun the balloons forever. And I also knew there was no way I could shock the women as long as they were wearing those rubber suits. As I was still dodging balloons and keeping up my flight pattern, I had to find another way to defeat these women. Looking around the room, seeing all the machines, I thought, and thought and thought, and after several seconds, I finally figured it out.
Keeping up my weaving, I began gathering energy, desperate to gather enough before a lucky balloon hit me. The balloons were coming faster and faster as more and more women were joining in. Luckily, many had run out of rubber and were re-loading.
Finally, after about ten seconds of charging, I was fully charged and ready. At that moment, without hesitation, I released the largest possible surge I could. The surge zapped my energy and it would take several seconds to recharge after that, but suddenly, in one instant, my electricity exploded and ablazed all across the room, hitting anything and everything, including all of Mistress Feather’s various electric machines.
As all the henchwomen ducked at the sight of the explosion, the machines filled and overloaded with electricity. Pretty soon, they exploded as well, setting off what looked to be like several fireworks going off around the room, as the explosions literally took out nearly all the henchwomen, and completely crippled or destroyed the guns and rubber suits of the ones remaining.
After seeing such a spectacular and dangerous event, the women all fled. However, one in particular caught my eye. At the end of the pack, the feet of her rubber suit had burned off in the explosion, causing me to notice the black high heels she was running away in. I chased her, and as everyone else filed out, I grabbed her and pulled her to the ground. Unarmed, I removed her rubber suit to reveal exactly who I thought it was, Mistress Feather!
Still wearing her trademark mask and heels, the blonde woman was no longer wearing her signature black dress, but instead, wearing a simple black tank top and black short shorts. Her skin was very tanned, if not a bit aged, and her body was very fit and toned. She had to be at least 40-some-years old, though a very in-shape woman of that age to be fair. Literally hovering like a midnight blue ghost right above her, staring right into her eyes, I held her down with one gloved arm and used the other to remove her mask. She looked a lot different without that black, blue-feather frilled mask. Still, she had committed several atrocious crimes against humanity in just the last ten days, and I had to make sure she faced justice!
I spoke, in a calm, but serious voice, saying, “Mistress Feather!” I just looked at her angrily, trying to make her fear the worse, before I explained what was going on! I was planning to take her to the capital in chains, show the world that the woman threatening to end it had lost her power to do so, and let the world punish her for the crimes she committed against it! I just stared at her, letting the reality of the moment sink in, allowing her to feel fear, and worry that I was about to do the most painful possible thing at any time. I looked right into her eyes, trying to spot a flicker of fear. But she remained awfully calm for a woman in her position. So calm, that in a few moments, to my surprise she gave her signature, wicked grin and started giggling manically like her old diabolical self.
I was stunned, and immediately demanded an answer. But suddenly, she gave it. “You think you’ve won Bolt Girl! Hehehe I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I’ve won. You see, only a fool wouldn’t have a back-up plan in case things went wrong. So, I re-programmed the machine to destroy a random city precisely at 8 o’clock every morning unless I am to log into the system and stop it.”
What she said was terrible if it was indeed true. However, I did not buy it, and looked directly at her and said, “You’re bluffing!” She just smiled, looked at me, and said, “You got me! I’m bluffing. Feel free to kill me.” At that moment, I knew she wasn’t bluffing. She was very much serious!
I created a spark in my hand, threatening to shock her if she didn’t comply, but again, she just laughed, and said, “You won’t kill me Bolt Girl! You know that if you kill me, my machine will start destroying cities one by one. And oh, by now, you’ve supplied the machine with enough power to destroy over 100 cities! That’s a lot of people who are gonna die because of you Bolt Girl!”
I was seriously scared now. I didn’t know what to do. It made me feel just as helpless as before, unable to shock my way out of this. I made the spark a little bigger, to let her know that she was still on the wrong end of my powers, but she did not feel one bit threatened. If anything, she seemed excited. And just said, “You have one chance Bolt Girl. You have until the count of three to surrender. If you don’t, within the next three seconds, I promise a city will be destroyed! Oh, and did I mention the first city it’s programmed to destroy is New Orleans! Your time starts now… one!” This was the scariest news of all. All my friends and family were there, and I was honestly incredibly afraid. I could not believe the spot she had just put me in. I had only two choices, either surrender, and let the world fall into Mistress Feather’s hands, or don’t, and watch her destroy my home city, with all my friends and family. This was incredibly tough!
“Two…” I thought hard, desperate to think of some other way out of this! I thought, and thought, and thought, and then seconds later. I had it! Immediately, I shocked Mistress Feather just enough to knock her out.
I started hovering, and carried her over to the chair that held me captive, where I used the straps to strap her tall body down to the chair. Her arms were pinned to her sides, her legs were stretched out in front of her, and her tall high heels actually fell off of her bare feet as they did. I then shocked her back awake, and responded with my threat!
“Now, you tell me exactly how to disarm that machine, or else!” She just looked at me and said, “Your city will be destroyed. There is nothing you can do to me to make me talk!” That’s when I just said, “Oh, I bet there is!
I took my gloves off, revealing my red painted fingernails, before saying, “Now, tell me!” She didn’t look worried one bit. So I did my business. I took my red painted fingernails, and, imitating Mistress Feather’s nieces earlier, started using them to trail all twenty long red fingernails down Mistress Feather’s soft bare soles. Mistress Feather didn’t react at first, but a large smile formed across her face a moment later. This made me think the tickling was working, and continued to tickle her bare soles, and suddenly, she started laughing.
“Hehehehehehe,” She giggled, “Hehehehehe You hehehe you copycat! Hehehehe You stole that from me!”
I continued to tickle her bare soles with my fingernails, tracing the same pattern Mistress Feather and her nieces used against my precious bare feet, going up and down the soles, raking my fingernails, before going to her arches!
She giggled some more, “Tee-hehehehehehe! Oh, you’ve learned well having your feet tickled Bolt Girl! Hehehehehehe But it’s still not good enough.” I tickled her some more, moving onto her toes, and even the balls of her feet, but at this point, her laughing was slowing down. That’s when she explained, “You know how me and my nieces learned to tickle your feet so awfully well,” she grinned as I was forced to think about how terribly agonizing their assault on my bare soles truly was, before she continued, “I trained them by having them tickle my feet, finding all the week spots, so I could learn where all the worst spots were firsthand. You’ll never get me to give in!”
It all made sense, that, except for her tone. I felt like she was challenging me, like she wanted me to tickle her, just not on her feet. I didn’t trust her, but I had to get her to give. So, I had to find another way. I thought for a little bit longer, before I thought of something.
Knowing I couldn’t get her feet, I thought to myself, maybe not her feet, but maybe she’s ticklish elsewhere. So I moved up to her bare thighs, and start raking my nails there. Mistress Feather gulped!
I knew I’d hit a bit of a nerve, and started tickling her bare thighs over, and over, and over with my long red fingernails. To no surprise, it didn’t take long for her to burst out laughing.
“Hehehehehehehe! Okay, okay, that’s good! Hahahahaha Alright then, that was smart. Hahahaha But you’ll still never break me!”
I was running out of time, I tickled faster and faster along her thighs, but even though she laughing more, and harder, she didn’t break. I then had to try something different, and that’s when I started tickling her sides.
“BAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh god no! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Oh, stop that! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I won’t give in! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH GOOOOOOODDD!!!” That was it. I knew I’d hit the right spot. I tickled harder, digging my fingers into her ribs, trying my best to get her to crack.
At this point, I still had an hour left. I was running out of time, but I knew if I kept this up, she would break, and I would both save New Orleans and keep the world out of her hands. I just had to keep doing this!
I took another play out of her playbook, and copied her taunts, which had done wonders to me psychologically. I started saying, “Coochie coochie coochie coo! Surrender Mistress Feather!” Mistress Feather was going crazy, “Hahahahahahahahahaha NEVER!!!” I kept it up, going faster and faster, moving up to her bare armpits, where I grazed my nails along the soft, bare flesh of her underarms. This made her go bazurk!
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPP THAAAAAAAAAAAATTTT!!!” But I didn’t stop, I continued, raking my nails faster, and faster, and faster! She literally began jumping from her seat at the excitement, as I continued to rake my nails faster and faster along her bare underarms.
At this point, there was only half an hour left. Even though I was so close, I realized that so was she. She was only half an hour of resistance away from destroying a city. I tickled her more and more, harder, and harder, and that’s when she suddenly said, “HAHAHAHAHAHA Ok fine. If you surrender now and give yourself up, I promise I won’t destroy your home city ever!”
The moment she said that, it suddenly hit me what her plan actually was. She was trying to resist, not until the doomsday went off, but just until it got close enough to the crucial time that the threat of it going off would be too great. You see, she knew I would never allow my hometown to be destroyed, and if she could hold out just long enough, and it got too close, I would surrender. Unfortunately, she was right!
However, she made one big mistake as well. By saying that, she had just made it obvious that the tickling was taking its toll. Her reactions were not nearly as violent as mine, for I was a superheroine who was 100 times more ticklish than a human, but they were clearly still very difficult to withstand. Ultimately, I had to push her over the edge, which meant, if I could make this just a little bit worse, I would probably have her. So I thought for a little bit more, and then I came up with the perfect way to do so.
I created small sparks in my hands, and fired tiny little electric strings from the palms of my hands, into the armpits, as I continued to spider and graze my long, red fingernails along Mistress Feather’s bare armpits. Mistress Feather, of course, felt the electric wand-like tickling, and lost it.
At that moment, sweat began rolling down her face and her face turned red. She jerked so hard that her breasts almost popped out, as her head flung back and she screamed, “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! NOT THAT!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU ARE EVIL!”
What irony! After all she had done, this woman actually thought I was the evil one! I increased the voltage slightly, making the electricity more painful, and more ticklish to withstand. I also continued to graze my fingernails along her armpits, as I said, on more time, “Coochie coochie coochie coo!” She let out an, “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ahhhhhhh!” But she wouldn’t break.
She was very, very tough, and I was getting very, very desperate. There were only 15 minutes left. So I continued to tickle faster and increased the voltage more and more.
“AHHHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHH!!!! YOUUUUUUUUUUUU WIIILLLLLLLLLLL NEEEEEVEEEEEEERRRR BREAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKK MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
But I had to. There were only ten more minutes, and I was cutting it to the skin. Desperate, I just started digging into her armpits as much as possible and increased the voltage to twice what it was before. This had to work!
“BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA… ahahahahahahahaha, MUAH-hahahahahahaha!!!” Her ticklish laughter was turning into maniacal laughter. It was becoming clear that she was not going to break no matter what I did, and with 8 minutes left, I had two choices. Either surrender myself or allow her to destroy my home city, with all my friends and family still there. So, finally, I stopped!
“Ok, ok, Mistress Feather, you win! I’m yours. Just please, don’t destroy my hometown! I’ll do anything!”
Mistress Feather caught her breath for a minute, and smiled! “Hehehehehehe Well, you can start by releasing me from these bonds!”
I immediately released her, for I had no other choice. After releasing her, she got up, stood barefoot on the concrete floor, and said, “Now, take off all your clothes! Mask, leotard, pants, everything, I want it all off!”
I begged, “Please, there’s no time…” She just snapped, “Do it, do it now!”
I was not about to let my hometown get destroyed over my own ego, so I did it. I put my thumbs into the lining of my pants and pushed them off of my legs. Then I grabbed the collar of my leotard, pushed it down my right arm until it was completely off, and then did the same to the other side, causing it to hang over, draping. I then removed my belt, and removed my mask. I was completely nude except for my purple silk bra and my matching panties. However, that apparently wasn’t enough. Mistress Feather ordered me to take those off as well, and a few seconds later, I had removed my purple bra and matching g-string, leaving me completely in the nude, standing bare feet together in her presence.
Finally, Mistress Feather went over and grabbed the pink, rubber ball that had been my encasement and handed it to me. I knew what she was about to do, but had no choice but to hold it. As I held it in my hand, she went over to the remote and pressed the button. Suddenly, the rubber encasement began to flatten and expand like it was literally growing in size. Within seconds, it had engulfed my hands, my wrists, and was inching up to my elbows. It soon made its way to my shoulders, then down my chest, up my neck, and kept forming more and more sheath around my bare skin. Before I knew it, the rubber encasement had me completely surrounded, and once again, I was Mistress Feather’s captive!
Once she’d done that, she called in to have two henchwomen escort me to my new room. However, she didn’t call to have the machine turned off. I was panicking. I began shouting. “You promised! You said you wouldn’t destroy my hometown if I surrendered! Please, stop it! Please!” She just smiled, and held the phone, not hanging up, but still not saying anything. There was only two minutes left, and pretty soon, a minute ticked off. I began screaming, when finally, Mistress Feather said, “And turn on and power up the machine. Our day is about to begin, and we wouldn’t want to destroy any major cities in our new empire now, would we?”
I breathed a sigh of relief, as suddenly, the machine began turning on and the clock struck 8 without releasing a giant death ray. Mistress Feather had kept her word!
She then came within inches of my face, her breath literally clouding the transparent rubber sheath in front of my eyes, making it difficult to see her, as she whispered! “As much as I would’ve loved to blow up your worthless city, you clearly care enough to do whatever I want not to have it destroyed. Therefore, I’d rather keep it existing, so I can threaten you with it later!”
My eyes opened wide with fear! I knew what she was saying even before she said it moments later. “If you ever, and I mean EVER try to escape again, thwart my plan, or refuse to cooperate in ANY way, I will set that machine right onto your beloved hometown and blow it off the face of the Earth! Is that understood?” She told me to blink twice if it was, and after thinking about it for two seconds, I realized I had no choice. I blinked twice!
Mistress Feather simply put away that angry face and replaced it with one of her wide, wicked grins, before talking like a sweetheart again and saying, “Good! Well, I have a big day ahead of me now. So, you just listen to your escorts!” She then looked at her henchwomen, and said, “You ladies take Bolt Girl to her new room to start her new job! And don’t worry, she won’t be trying to escape us anymore!” She then walked away again, clicking in her black high heels, as the henchwomen used a different remote to remove the rubber from around my ankles so I could walk. One of the henchwomen was the one I’d threatened earlier, who said, “We’re gonna have lots of fun together!” as she and her fellow henchwoman grabbed my arm, and started escorting me out of the power plant. This time, despite having my bare feet exposed without toe-cuffs, I did not dare try to shock or threaten anyone, let alone that henchwoman. Because after what had just happened, one thing was for certain… Mistress Feather had complete power over me. I was totally in her clutches, with no hope of escape, and after today, the entire country would fall similarly to her wicked wrath, just as I had!
