TickleMantis
4th Level Red Feather
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As far as dreams go this one had gone from great, to curious, to frightening and now Hell. Unfortunatley for the now fully nude leggy big breasted blonde Kendell, Hell has no limits as to how sadistic it can get. The poor tortured girl knew this all to well and with seemingly infinit stamina she hung upside down hanging by her ankles.
Kendell had been thrown down into a bottomless pit, been caught by her right ankle by a sleak silver hand that molded from the side of the pit wall, tickled on her trapped foot, had her other foot streched across by yet another hand to the other side of the wall, had her feet stretched out in an immoveable state and tickled in varying ways by three different hands on each foot and now had thousands of hands closing in on her sweating naked and intensley ticklish body. This was all shortly after she had been stripped by a four armed beast that had tickled her feet mercilessly for god knows how long. Fortunatley this was all a dream. Unfortunaltey it was very vivid, and the poor screaming girl was still stuck there.
"OHHOHO! NAAAHAHAH!" Hundreds of hands poked each and every spot of flesh on Kendell's bare trapped body.
The wall of hands had closed in around her, there was no more light. It was simply darkeness, tickling and the curious but yet to be noticed hands that played with her clit. Not only did poor Kendell simply want to curl up and pass out but the hands clearly had more plans then simply tickling as they flicked and tickled her errecting nipples.
Far more quickly than expected Kendell was being forcebly yet expertly aroused. While her smooth underarms, breasts, ribs, tummy, sides, butt, neck, back, thys and feet were a bright endlessly tickled pink the hell that surrounded her was only getting worse however oddly she could feel heaven only a touch away.
Had Kendell been able to form even an inkling of a thought she would never have a imagined a more terrible ticklish fate. The thought of ever having an orgasm while being tickled was well beyond her, the thought of hundreds of hands continuing to tickle right through and beyond that orgasm surley could not have come from her subconsious. Could it?
"HAHAHOOOAAOOOO! AHHAH!" Barley having time to let her orgasmic moans flow Kendell's body shuddered no more than a second with delight and yet they continued to stroke her clit and tickle her nipples. "AHAHAOOOHAHA!"
A second wave of orgasmic delight lasted even less time, as did the third. Soon it came to the terrifying realisation that the hands were not stimulating her pussy and nipples as a gift, it was simply to aid in the ticklish torture. With each following mind blowing yet second long orgasmic explosion Kendells skin became more and more ticklish. The orgasms continued beyond that possible of reality as did her level of ticklishness. Pleasure. Hell. Pleasure. More Hell. Pleasure. Immeasureable hell.
It wasn't long before Kendell could no longer even feel her orgasms, she had become so immpossibly ticklish. The ticklishness that covered her entire body simply overrode the caressing of her stiff red nipples and gentle expert rubbing of her aching overworked clit. By this point a single hair on the tip of her nose would have made the now silently laughing girl fall down with ticklishness, but it was not so, instead several hundred hands mercilessly tickled every inch of her nude amazonian body, including her still immoveable feet.
The tortured screams of laughter had subdued to silent, occassional squeaking. This was not due to any lack of energy on Kendell's part, it was simply the tickling itself along with her now immpossible ticklishness had grown so intense and shocking there was no room for full blown laughter. The heavily sweating blonde simply writhed silently amongst all the tickling hands in total inhuman torture.
For a moment Kendell thought she had woken up, in a sense she had but not in the real world. Still in the depths of her psyche the still very nude, yet no longer sweaty or teary eyed blonde sat up and took in her new surroundings. A living room, this was someones house.
Sitting nude on a big red couch the first thing Kendell noticed was a petit dark haired woman with a feather duster, pottering about dusting a book shelf seemingly unaware of Kendell's presence. The woman must have been in her early thrities, tidy shoulder length jet black hair, light brown nylons that met a pair of low heeled black stilletoes, a black skirt and light red blouse with white buttons.
"Hello?" Kendell asked as she noticed this house only seemed to consist of two rooms, the living room she was in and a small kitchen through a archway to the tickled pink blonde's left. "Is this your house?"
Infront of the nude confused blonde was a fairly standard wood grain coffe table atop the fluffy white shag carpeting, the front door was wooden also with a golden lock and handle. The only other area was a closet door with wooden slats on the top half. The dark haired woman continued to dust along the tall book shelf and then moved onto the couch.
"I don't think the couch needs dusting?" Kendell said still trying to get the oblivious woman's attention as she moved closer to the nude girl who edged a little futher away each time. "EEEHEehee!"
It was brief as the woman quickly dusted Kendell's bare tummy but it tickled a lot more than a feather duster should have. Finally it seemed the dark haired well dressed woman was reacting to Kendell's pressence as she stood up straight with, to the naked girls relief, the duster idoly by her side.
"You are naked." Commented the woman as Kendell covered her nipples and crossed her legs in embarressed reponse. "Are you a friend of the Pink man?"
"A friend? No, no, I've never met him." Kendell looked a little akward as the woman stood directly infront of her, looking down at the nude blonde. "Will he...does he tickle people?"
"Of course!" The woman chuffed with a friendly smile as she sat down on the edge of the coffe table in a much more relaxed and casual manner. "It is not a good idea to be here all naked, silly girl. If he comes home he will tickle you lots and lots."
"...oh my...well I had better leave." Kendell stood up and began walking towards the front door. "Don't you think you should leave aswell?"
"I would but he locked me in this morning." The woman said with a far too relaxed attitude for Kendell's liking.
"Don't be silly...we're on the inside." Kendell ignored the woman's remark and twisted the golden handle in an attempt to free herself from the odd little two room house, sure enough it was locked. "Oh no...how are we going to leave? I don't want to be tickled again!"
"Well you shouldn't have come here." The woman's odd statement went ignored by the frightened Kendell as she tried to knock the window with her hand, harder and harder, it would not break. "I would like to tickle you also."
"What!? No! No if this Pink man comes he's going to tickle you too! We have to get out of here!" Kendell was frantically looking for something to hit the window out with but it was no use, the coffe table and the kitchen chairs appeared to be super glued to the floor. "C'mon help me already! You don't want to be tickled do you?!"
"Of course not, I hate being tickled." The woman stood up, and began walking casually towards to Kendell, waving the feather duster in quick successive motions towards the panicking naked babe who was once again trying to open the front door with all her might. "But when naked ticklish girls just drop by what else am I supposed to do?"
"EEP!" Get away! Stop that!" Kendell barked angrily at the bizzare woman as she slapped the wiggling feather duster away when the woman tried to dance it onto the blonde's bare tummy. "This is serious! We have to get out or the Pink man is going to tickle us! You don't want to be tickled do you?!"
"No, I want to tickle you." The woman said in an annoyingly innoccent tone as she twirled the feather duster quickly on the Kendell's smooth peach like butt.
"EEE!" Kendell squealed as she arched her back suddenly in reponse to the hundreds of feathers caressing her finley shaped bottom. "HEEHEE! NO! Stop it!"
Running with one hand covering either cheek Kendell giggled angrily as the mad woman chased her around the coffe table. A feather duster shoudln't have tickled as much as it was, even on Kendell. Sure if someone was to hold her down and wave it across her skin for a few minutes you might produce tears but the light flickerings the giggling blonde was recieving would not have, under normal circumstances, produced such involuntary myrth.
"Come here you silly girl!" The woman teased as the two woman stood either side of the shin high wooden coffe table. "I'm going to tickle your belly so you won't be silly anymore!"
"No look...this is stupid!" Kendell put her hands up in a couple of most serious flat palmed 'stop' signals. "We can't be fighting amongst ourselves! We have to escape!"
"We can't escape you silly girl!" The woman looked at Kendell as if she were the odd one and with surprising almost instant speed, appeared behind Kendell, the feather duster some how now laying idol on the coffe tabel. "We must get rid of that silliness!"
"NOHOHO!" Kendell arched foward pushing her butt into the woman's hips as the odd ladies hands came up from behind the naked girl and raked their long red nails quickly over her ticklish bare tummy. "Stop it! Not don't! IAHAH I'll faAHAHALLAHAH!"
Trying desparatley to slap the woman who stood behind her did Kendell no good, and true to her word the poor big breasted girls knees began to buckle. A solid tummy tickling, much like the one she was recieving from the odd woman, always made Kendell's knees go. The poor laughing blonde would fall on the floor and be completley helpless, which made no sense. Surley the body should react in a more helpful way then simply falling on the floor, but such as fate was not.
"Oh tickle the silly girl! Tickle her!" The dark haired woman rubbed Kendell's ribs hard as the cackling girl fell onto all fours and tried invain to crawl away. "No more silly for you tickle tickle! OH tickle tickle tickle!"
"NOHOAH! Stop iiit! Crazy bihehehe!" Kendell was quickly becoming uncoordinated and as the woman pushed down on the small of the giggling blonde's back the poor girl could not hope to stay crawling for much longer. "HAhaha! Oh no! No! OOF!"
With a thump Kendell's arms slid out in front of her and her tummy hit the carpet, the mad woman landing on top of the stunned nudies back. Turning around as Kendell tried to recompose herself as best she could the woman sitting on top of her now straddled the poor blonde's hips facing towards the bare kicking legs. Kendell's gorgeus butt curved up from between the woman's thys and before Kendell could regain enough sense to react the insane cleaner began to feather dust Kendell's peach shaped cheeks.
"HEEHEEHEEEE! OHHHEEE!" Kendell burst into a high pitch girlish giggle, as the feathers fluttered speedily over her cute cheeks, her arms and legs kicked and banged the floor. "Stop it! Stop iiiit!"
"Look at you! All silly! We'll just clean that silliness from you, dirty girl!" The woman's lunatic words weren't registering with Kendell, even for a person as ticklish as her a feather duster should not have tickled as bad as it was. "Oh so dirty! Going to have to clean you good! Get my friends and give you a good scrub down!"
This was crazy, legs free, arms free and still unable to escape the ticklish touch of this crazy woman's feathers. It was the tickling itself made the poor guffawing girl incredibly uncoordinated. Even worse was when the cleaning lady realised she could hold the duster in one hand and use her long painted red nails to scrape and squeeze. Kendell was going ballistic with the two very different torturous sensations switching back and forth over her bare sensitive butt cheeks.
"Uh ooooh." The woman finally ceased her sadistic tickling after god knows how many minutes leaving Kendell's butt a light shade of pink and her eyes filled with tortured tears. "That sounds like the Pink man...hide! Hide!"
The woman had finally seemed to have come to her senses Kendell thought as she sat up on her knees, rubbing her eyes clear of the tears. In a most panicked and previously unseen sight the dark haired tickler ran into through the arch way, dissappearing into the kitchen. Hearing the sound the woman had heard, a car of some description, Kendell too began to panick.
"Oh no." Standing up Kendell could see a S.U.V already parked idoly outside, the driver, presumably the mysterious 'Pink man', was already walking towards the door.
Looking around Kendell thought about behind the couch, under the coffe table and various other useless hiding places until she remembered the closet door. With a frightened dash the nude girl swung open the closet door, darkness was within but she could hear the Pink man unlocking the door. Quickly Kendell backed herself into the tiny dark closet and just as the Pink man opened the front door Kendell closed herself in the closet.
Kendell was fortunate in that the slats on the upper half of the closet door faced downward on the outside, allowing her to peek out but no one to see back in. Being able to peek out was the only fortunate part, for what she was able to see the poor girl would rather have not. The Pink man, and he was indeed a very pink man. A man made of tounges, his arms, legs, face, everything was made of hundreds of wiggling outward facing tounges.
With her stomch sinking in fear Kendell had to cover her own mouth as to not scream. Nothing, no tiny girl, four armed man or endless pit of hands as prepared her for the shock that was the Pink man. No eyes were apparant as he, or it, closed the door behind himself. Each finger was a tounge in itself, but the others that made up his arms, legs, head and torso appeared to snake like the hands in the pit had, as if they had minds of their own.
"What a day." Kendell nearly leapt out of her skin as the Pink man spoke to himself, placing his keys on the coffe table and turning toward the kitchen.
Watching curiously Kendell tried desperatley not to make any noise as the Pink man wandered out of the lounge. Opening the fridge the Pink man examined his options but with a mighty dread Kendell was sure the only thing she could see in that fridge were ice cubes, feathers and hand cuffs. Shutting the door slowly and looking to his right, the direction of the dining table the Pink man began to drop his head as if to look underneath. With the wall in the way Kendell could not see the table itself but knew where the Pink man was looking.
"Silly girl." The Pink man said, he clearly did have a mouth but it was only obvious when he spoke. "Did you think I wouldn't find you?"
"OH NO! NOOHHOO!" Kendell could only hear the commotion as the Pink man walked behind the wall and out of her view, the crazy cleaning lady had obviously hidden under the table and was now screaming as the Pink man approched. "OH PLEASE NO! GOD! AAAH!"
Cringing Kendell could only imagine the horror as she listened to the woman screaming while piece by piece the hidden nude blonde saw the woman's clothing fly past the door way. Thankfully he wasn't tickling her, but Kendell knew that soon the woman would have what she deserved. No pity was felt by Kendell for the woman who had tickled her still pink shaded butt so vigorously, but fear for herself in the hope that the crazy bitch would not tell the Pink man about Kendell.
When a pair of pink frilly panties flew past the archway Kendell knew the woman was nude. The screaming had stopped but that was short lived as a loud shirll screaming laughter suddenly burst from the kitchen. The woman was screaming for mercy as Kendell had many times before, but when the unclothed blonde finally saw the tortured woman she closed her eyes and turned her head in fright. With his tounge covered arms bear hugging the woman around her mid section the bizzare lick monster carried the hysterical very nude cleaning lady into the living room.
"Sneak in my house will you?" The Pink man spoke as he placed the thrashing yet powerless girl face down onto the coffe table.
Laying face first, her arms off the front of the table the woman could only giggle and then shriek when the Pink man lay down on top of her. Kendell dreaded what that must have been like, all those tounges licking the bottom of her upturned feet, her thys, her butt, her back, her sides, her ribs, the sides of her boobs and her underarms. The trapped woman's head poked out from beneath the Pink man's, her face a tortured screaming myrth.
"EEEAARRGGHH! AHAHAHA!" The woman could not stop laughing and before long, just like Kendell did when tickled, the woman was crying, red faced and sweating.
Knowing all to well what the woman was going through Kendell was determined not to let it happen again. This hiding place would surley only last so long, turning around the nude dynamo searched blindly for some evidence of clothing but it seemed there were only three walls and a door, nothing more. Hoping the Pink man would finish the woman and simply find himself spent, Kendell planned to sneak out while he slept but it didn't look as if he planned on stopping any time soon.
"EEP!" Kendell squeaked and covered her mouth in suprise, quickly peeking back through the slats to check the Pink man had not heard her, he seemed fully focused on torturing the pinned cleaning lady.
Once again Kendell muffled her own squeal as something prodded her in the side. Again it happened, and then a forth time, they felt like people jabbing her with their index fingers. Again and again it happened, Kendell tried invain to grab the unseen pokers. A few more pokes and they began to get faster. Another in the belly, the nude girl turned away and one would poke her on the butt, or under her arm as she reached out. They got faster, two, three at a time. It was slowly beggining to be on going tickling rather than simple, manageable proding.
"No! Stop it!" Kendell whispered sternly trying as hard as possible to hold back her giggles as she darted side to side and back and forth when in response to the quickening pokes. "Ohnodon't! AHA! EEP! Stop that!"
Soon it was becoming too much, Kendell's only option was to leave the closet but a much worse fate waited her out there. Another minute and the fingers no longer reclined into the darkness, eight, nine of them now sat out and dug into her boobs and tummy. Ten, eleven, the poor straining girl refused to fall on the floor. Faster now as nearly twenty fingers dug viciously into her.
"NOHOOO!" Kendell suddenly screamed and leapt back as a whole hand gripped her smooth womanhood. "Oh...oh god."
Turning around hesitantly an overwhelming fear washed over Kendell as she realised where she had leapt back to. Right out of the closet door. The Pink man arched his back and faced the nude blonde, the dark haired cleaning woman continued to howl as the tounges mercilessly licked her nude body. Kendell froze looking at the Pink man right where his eyes should be. Eyes or not his intent was obvious and Kendell was in for a lickin'...
To be continued...
Kendell had been thrown down into a bottomless pit, been caught by her right ankle by a sleak silver hand that molded from the side of the pit wall, tickled on her trapped foot, had her other foot streched across by yet another hand to the other side of the wall, had her feet stretched out in an immoveable state and tickled in varying ways by three different hands on each foot and now had thousands of hands closing in on her sweating naked and intensley ticklish body. This was all shortly after she had been stripped by a four armed beast that had tickled her feet mercilessly for god knows how long. Fortunatley this was all a dream. Unfortunaltey it was very vivid, and the poor screaming girl was still stuck there.
"OHHOHO! NAAAHAHAH!" Hundreds of hands poked each and every spot of flesh on Kendell's bare trapped body.
The wall of hands had closed in around her, there was no more light. It was simply darkeness, tickling and the curious but yet to be noticed hands that played with her clit. Not only did poor Kendell simply want to curl up and pass out but the hands clearly had more plans then simply tickling as they flicked and tickled her errecting nipples.
Far more quickly than expected Kendell was being forcebly yet expertly aroused. While her smooth underarms, breasts, ribs, tummy, sides, butt, neck, back, thys and feet were a bright endlessly tickled pink the hell that surrounded her was only getting worse however oddly she could feel heaven only a touch away.
Had Kendell been able to form even an inkling of a thought she would never have a imagined a more terrible ticklish fate. The thought of ever having an orgasm while being tickled was well beyond her, the thought of hundreds of hands continuing to tickle right through and beyond that orgasm surley could not have come from her subconsious. Could it?
"HAHAHOOOAAOOOO! AHHAH!" Barley having time to let her orgasmic moans flow Kendell's body shuddered no more than a second with delight and yet they continued to stroke her clit and tickle her nipples. "AHAHAOOOHAHA!"
A second wave of orgasmic delight lasted even less time, as did the third. Soon it came to the terrifying realisation that the hands were not stimulating her pussy and nipples as a gift, it was simply to aid in the ticklish torture. With each following mind blowing yet second long orgasmic explosion Kendells skin became more and more ticklish. The orgasms continued beyond that possible of reality as did her level of ticklishness. Pleasure. Hell. Pleasure. More Hell. Pleasure. Immeasureable hell.
It wasn't long before Kendell could no longer even feel her orgasms, she had become so immpossibly ticklish. The ticklishness that covered her entire body simply overrode the caressing of her stiff red nipples and gentle expert rubbing of her aching overworked clit. By this point a single hair on the tip of her nose would have made the now silently laughing girl fall down with ticklishness, but it was not so, instead several hundred hands mercilessly tickled every inch of her nude amazonian body, including her still immoveable feet.
The tortured screams of laughter had subdued to silent, occassional squeaking. This was not due to any lack of energy on Kendell's part, it was simply the tickling itself along with her now immpossible ticklishness had grown so intense and shocking there was no room for full blown laughter. The heavily sweating blonde simply writhed silently amongst all the tickling hands in total inhuman torture.
For a moment Kendell thought she had woken up, in a sense she had but not in the real world. Still in the depths of her psyche the still very nude, yet no longer sweaty or teary eyed blonde sat up and took in her new surroundings. A living room, this was someones house.
Sitting nude on a big red couch the first thing Kendell noticed was a petit dark haired woman with a feather duster, pottering about dusting a book shelf seemingly unaware of Kendell's presence. The woman must have been in her early thrities, tidy shoulder length jet black hair, light brown nylons that met a pair of low heeled black stilletoes, a black skirt and light red blouse with white buttons.
"Hello?" Kendell asked as she noticed this house only seemed to consist of two rooms, the living room she was in and a small kitchen through a archway to the tickled pink blonde's left. "Is this your house?"
Infront of the nude confused blonde was a fairly standard wood grain coffe table atop the fluffy white shag carpeting, the front door was wooden also with a golden lock and handle. The only other area was a closet door with wooden slats on the top half. The dark haired woman continued to dust along the tall book shelf and then moved onto the couch.
"I don't think the couch needs dusting?" Kendell said still trying to get the oblivious woman's attention as she moved closer to the nude girl who edged a little futher away each time. "EEEHEehee!"
It was brief as the woman quickly dusted Kendell's bare tummy but it tickled a lot more than a feather duster should have. Finally it seemed the dark haired well dressed woman was reacting to Kendell's pressence as she stood up straight with, to the naked girls relief, the duster idoly by her side.
"You are naked." Commented the woman as Kendell covered her nipples and crossed her legs in embarressed reponse. "Are you a friend of the Pink man?"
"A friend? No, no, I've never met him." Kendell looked a little akward as the woman stood directly infront of her, looking down at the nude blonde. "Will he...does he tickle people?"
"Of course!" The woman chuffed with a friendly smile as she sat down on the edge of the coffe table in a much more relaxed and casual manner. "It is not a good idea to be here all naked, silly girl. If he comes home he will tickle you lots and lots."
"...oh my...well I had better leave." Kendell stood up and began walking towards the front door. "Don't you think you should leave aswell?"
"I would but he locked me in this morning." The woman said with a far too relaxed attitude for Kendell's liking.
"Don't be silly...we're on the inside." Kendell ignored the woman's remark and twisted the golden handle in an attempt to free herself from the odd little two room house, sure enough it was locked. "Oh no...how are we going to leave? I don't want to be tickled again!"
"Well you shouldn't have come here." The woman's odd statement went ignored by the frightened Kendell as she tried to knock the window with her hand, harder and harder, it would not break. "I would like to tickle you also."
"What!? No! No if this Pink man comes he's going to tickle you too! We have to get out of here!" Kendell was frantically looking for something to hit the window out with but it was no use, the coffe table and the kitchen chairs appeared to be super glued to the floor. "C'mon help me already! You don't want to be tickled do you?!"
"Of course not, I hate being tickled." The woman stood up, and began walking casually towards to Kendell, waving the feather duster in quick successive motions towards the panicking naked babe who was once again trying to open the front door with all her might. "But when naked ticklish girls just drop by what else am I supposed to do?"
"EEP!" Get away! Stop that!" Kendell barked angrily at the bizzare woman as she slapped the wiggling feather duster away when the woman tried to dance it onto the blonde's bare tummy. "This is serious! We have to get out or the Pink man is going to tickle us! You don't want to be tickled do you?!"
"No, I want to tickle you." The woman said in an annoyingly innoccent tone as she twirled the feather duster quickly on the Kendell's smooth peach like butt.
"EEE!" Kendell squealed as she arched her back suddenly in reponse to the hundreds of feathers caressing her finley shaped bottom. "HEEHEE! NO! Stop it!"
Running with one hand covering either cheek Kendell giggled angrily as the mad woman chased her around the coffe table. A feather duster shoudln't have tickled as much as it was, even on Kendell. Sure if someone was to hold her down and wave it across her skin for a few minutes you might produce tears but the light flickerings the giggling blonde was recieving would not have, under normal circumstances, produced such involuntary myrth.
"Come here you silly girl!" The woman teased as the two woman stood either side of the shin high wooden coffe table. "I'm going to tickle your belly so you won't be silly anymore!"
"No look...this is stupid!" Kendell put her hands up in a couple of most serious flat palmed 'stop' signals. "We can't be fighting amongst ourselves! We have to escape!"
"We can't escape you silly girl!" The woman looked at Kendell as if she were the odd one and with surprising almost instant speed, appeared behind Kendell, the feather duster some how now laying idol on the coffe tabel. "We must get rid of that silliness!"
"NOHOHO!" Kendell arched foward pushing her butt into the woman's hips as the odd ladies hands came up from behind the naked girl and raked their long red nails quickly over her ticklish bare tummy. "Stop it! Not don't! IAHAH I'll faAHAHALLAHAH!"
Trying desparatley to slap the woman who stood behind her did Kendell no good, and true to her word the poor big breasted girls knees began to buckle. A solid tummy tickling, much like the one she was recieving from the odd woman, always made Kendell's knees go. The poor laughing blonde would fall on the floor and be completley helpless, which made no sense. Surley the body should react in a more helpful way then simply falling on the floor, but such as fate was not.
"Oh tickle the silly girl! Tickle her!" The dark haired woman rubbed Kendell's ribs hard as the cackling girl fell onto all fours and tried invain to crawl away. "No more silly for you tickle tickle! OH tickle tickle tickle!"
"NOHOAH! Stop iiit! Crazy bihehehe!" Kendell was quickly becoming uncoordinated and as the woman pushed down on the small of the giggling blonde's back the poor girl could not hope to stay crawling for much longer. "HAhaha! Oh no! No! OOF!"
With a thump Kendell's arms slid out in front of her and her tummy hit the carpet, the mad woman landing on top of the stunned nudies back. Turning around as Kendell tried to recompose herself as best she could the woman sitting on top of her now straddled the poor blonde's hips facing towards the bare kicking legs. Kendell's gorgeus butt curved up from between the woman's thys and before Kendell could regain enough sense to react the insane cleaner began to feather dust Kendell's peach shaped cheeks.
"HEEHEEHEEEE! OHHHEEE!" Kendell burst into a high pitch girlish giggle, as the feathers fluttered speedily over her cute cheeks, her arms and legs kicked and banged the floor. "Stop it! Stop iiiit!"
"Look at you! All silly! We'll just clean that silliness from you, dirty girl!" The woman's lunatic words weren't registering with Kendell, even for a person as ticklish as her a feather duster should not have tickled as bad as it was. "Oh so dirty! Going to have to clean you good! Get my friends and give you a good scrub down!"
This was crazy, legs free, arms free and still unable to escape the ticklish touch of this crazy woman's feathers. It was the tickling itself made the poor guffawing girl incredibly uncoordinated. Even worse was when the cleaning lady realised she could hold the duster in one hand and use her long painted red nails to scrape and squeeze. Kendell was going ballistic with the two very different torturous sensations switching back and forth over her bare sensitive butt cheeks.
"Uh ooooh." The woman finally ceased her sadistic tickling after god knows how many minutes leaving Kendell's butt a light shade of pink and her eyes filled with tortured tears. "That sounds like the Pink man...hide! Hide!"
The woman had finally seemed to have come to her senses Kendell thought as she sat up on her knees, rubbing her eyes clear of the tears. In a most panicked and previously unseen sight the dark haired tickler ran into through the arch way, dissappearing into the kitchen. Hearing the sound the woman had heard, a car of some description, Kendell too began to panick.
"Oh no." Standing up Kendell could see a S.U.V already parked idoly outside, the driver, presumably the mysterious 'Pink man', was already walking towards the door.
Looking around Kendell thought about behind the couch, under the coffe table and various other useless hiding places until she remembered the closet door. With a frightened dash the nude girl swung open the closet door, darkness was within but she could hear the Pink man unlocking the door. Quickly Kendell backed herself into the tiny dark closet and just as the Pink man opened the front door Kendell closed herself in the closet.
Kendell was fortunate in that the slats on the upper half of the closet door faced downward on the outside, allowing her to peek out but no one to see back in. Being able to peek out was the only fortunate part, for what she was able to see the poor girl would rather have not. The Pink man, and he was indeed a very pink man. A man made of tounges, his arms, legs, face, everything was made of hundreds of wiggling outward facing tounges.
With her stomch sinking in fear Kendell had to cover her own mouth as to not scream. Nothing, no tiny girl, four armed man or endless pit of hands as prepared her for the shock that was the Pink man. No eyes were apparant as he, or it, closed the door behind himself. Each finger was a tounge in itself, but the others that made up his arms, legs, head and torso appeared to snake like the hands in the pit had, as if they had minds of their own.
"What a day." Kendell nearly leapt out of her skin as the Pink man spoke to himself, placing his keys on the coffe table and turning toward the kitchen.
Watching curiously Kendell tried desperatley not to make any noise as the Pink man wandered out of the lounge. Opening the fridge the Pink man examined his options but with a mighty dread Kendell was sure the only thing she could see in that fridge were ice cubes, feathers and hand cuffs. Shutting the door slowly and looking to his right, the direction of the dining table the Pink man began to drop his head as if to look underneath. With the wall in the way Kendell could not see the table itself but knew where the Pink man was looking.
"Silly girl." The Pink man said, he clearly did have a mouth but it was only obvious when he spoke. "Did you think I wouldn't find you?"
"OH NO! NOOHHOO!" Kendell could only hear the commotion as the Pink man walked behind the wall and out of her view, the crazy cleaning lady had obviously hidden under the table and was now screaming as the Pink man approched. "OH PLEASE NO! GOD! AAAH!"
Cringing Kendell could only imagine the horror as she listened to the woman screaming while piece by piece the hidden nude blonde saw the woman's clothing fly past the door way. Thankfully he wasn't tickling her, but Kendell knew that soon the woman would have what she deserved. No pity was felt by Kendell for the woman who had tickled her still pink shaded butt so vigorously, but fear for herself in the hope that the crazy bitch would not tell the Pink man about Kendell.
When a pair of pink frilly panties flew past the archway Kendell knew the woman was nude. The screaming had stopped but that was short lived as a loud shirll screaming laughter suddenly burst from the kitchen. The woman was screaming for mercy as Kendell had many times before, but when the unclothed blonde finally saw the tortured woman she closed her eyes and turned her head in fright. With his tounge covered arms bear hugging the woman around her mid section the bizzare lick monster carried the hysterical very nude cleaning lady into the living room.
"Sneak in my house will you?" The Pink man spoke as he placed the thrashing yet powerless girl face down onto the coffe table.
Laying face first, her arms off the front of the table the woman could only giggle and then shriek when the Pink man lay down on top of her. Kendell dreaded what that must have been like, all those tounges licking the bottom of her upturned feet, her thys, her butt, her back, her sides, her ribs, the sides of her boobs and her underarms. The trapped woman's head poked out from beneath the Pink man's, her face a tortured screaming myrth.
"EEEAARRGGHH! AHAHAHA!" The woman could not stop laughing and before long, just like Kendell did when tickled, the woman was crying, red faced and sweating.
Knowing all to well what the woman was going through Kendell was determined not to let it happen again. This hiding place would surley only last so long, turning around the nude dynamo searched blindly for some evidence of clothing but it seemed there were only three walls and a door, nothing more. Hoping the Pink man would finish the woman and simply find himself spent, Kendell planned to sneak out while he slept but it didn't look as if he planned on stopping any time soon.
"EEP!" Kendell squeaked and covered her mouth in suprise, quickly peeking back through the slats to check the Pink man had not heard her, he seemed fully focused on torturing the pinned cleaning lady.
Once again Kendell muffled her own squeal as something prodded her in the side. Again it happened, and then a forth time, they felt like people jabbing her with their index fingers. Again and again it happened, Kendell tried invain to grab the unseen pokers. A few more pokes and they began to get faster. Another in the belly, the nude girl turned away and one would poke her on the butt, or under her arm as she reached out. They got faster, two, three at a time. It was slowly beggining to be on going tickling rather than simple, manageable proding.
"No! Stop it!" Kendell whispered sternly trying as hard as possible to hold back her giggles as she darted side to side and back and forth when in response to the quickening pokes. "Ohnodon't! AHA! EEP! Stop that!"
Soon it was becoming too much, Kendell's only option was to leave the closet but a much worse fate waited her out there. Another minute and the fingers no longer reclined into the darkness, eight, nine of them now sat out and dug into her boobs and tummy. Ten, eleven, the poor straining girl refused to fall on the floor. Faster now as nearly twenty fingers dug viciously into her.
"NOHOOO!" Kendell suddenly screamed and leapt back as a whole hand gripped her smooth womanhood. "Oh...oh god."
Turning around hesitantly an overwhelming fear washed over Kendell as she realised where she had leapt back to. Right out of the closet door. The Pink man arched his back and faced the nude blonde, the dark haired cleaning woman continued to howl as the tounges mercilessly licked her nude body. Kendell froze looking at the Pink man right where his eyes should be. Eyes or not his intent was obvious and Kendell was in for a lickin'...
To be continued...
