After a terrible bacteriological war, the world has become a desolate land. Most of the people did become zombies, or other mutant creatures, whose only goal is now hunting down the few thousand remaining survivors scattered across the globe. The virus is called Kusu. It infected nearly everyone with a toxin that travels through the air. There were some of those who were immune, who would suffer a fate far worse or better than turning into a mindless zombie, depending your point of view. These aren’t exactly what you would expect from a zombie tale. As these zombies do not survive from eating people, but from their laughter. The way they get people to laugh is rather peculiar though.
Screams, every night, it was all he could hear. Screams of pain, no, but screams of laughter. They were not innocent screams, but ones of pure terror. These screams would be begging for hours and hours upon end, to end. It kept him up at night, all night. All he would ever hear, were the screams.
He was safe from them, or at least he thought he was. He was alone, and had not seen another person in nearly 2 months, but only zombies and other creatures every day. He hides for his life at night, and goes out during the day when it is safe. The zombies, as to be expected, get hurt by sunlight. It is not immediate, like they puff into a pile of ashes, but more so gets 1st degree burns, that over the course of 23 minutes, turn them into a pile of bones that was too stubborn or too stupid to get out of the sunlight.
The main character stuck in this predicament was named Sam. He was 18 years of age. Sam was 5 feet 6 inches tall with thick blonde hair that hadn't been cut in months, and went down past his ear. He was well built, and had no trouble running away from the few stumbling zombies or mutants that he came across. He worn a dark green t- shirt, below a white button up one. He had dark blue jeans with numerous holes scattered across, revealing maybe a little too much skin. He was also dressed in large black hiking boots, that he had almost grown out of, with a thick pair of cotton socks underneath.
As one would probably assume in a tickling story, that the main character would be super ticklish, and had been traumatized by tickling from someone he knew that used to tickle him or her like crazy in their past. (Just to add to the plot) Sam was quite ticklish, as far as he knew. He had never been tickled extensively before, but also never saw tickling as something that he would like to have done to him, especially when he hears the screams from people to stop being tickled all throughout the day and night. (also just to make things more interesting) He also has a few spots that are more ticklish than other, to put that he has incredibly ticklish spots lightly.
Soon after the infection started, Sam found a place to stay where tickling zombies and mutant tickling creatures wouldn’t get to him. He stayed right outside of a large city in a wooden tree house; well it was a little more than that. It was a two story building, with a ladder going down the trunk of the center of the tree, that connected the floors, and to the ground. It was 10 feet in the air, and the only entrance was a ladder, that connected to a thick wooden hatch in the floor. Being in the air, no zombies had the capability to reach him once he was in his tree house. The forest he was staying in was scattered thinly with trees, and did not provide a lot of shade. However, there were a few spots in the forest that were resting grounds for zombies and mutants during the day, where the sunlight, didn’t reach the ground. Sam’s tree house was one of the only safe places at this time.
He had no electricity, no gas, and of course no plumbing (but i’ll not get into details about such matters). His bed was on the second floor, as it consisted of a pile of blankets and rags. He had many built in shelves for storage, of food, water, and other supplies he had gathered. He carried around a large knife, and 3 tomahawks around with him at all times, as he was very skilled in such weaponry before this disaster began. He never used guns, as the sound was a large issue.
Today started just the same as any other for Sam. He woke up from his excuse of a bed, and looked out his window to see zombies in the forest, retreating back into the denser parts, and other creatures in the city, going back into buildings or underground. He climbed down to first floor to eat a breakfast consisting of a protein bar, and a bottle of water. Today was a very hot day. The sun had just risen, yet he was nearly soaked in sweat. He could feel drops of the salty liquid running down from his forehead, to in between his toes that wiggled in his boots.
Today like any other, he was going to go into the city to find more supplies, and check any places his hadn’t been, with caution of course. He climbed down the ladder, and walked across a six lane bridge into the city. The tall towers stood over him, staring down at him, as the countless tickling zombies and mutants also did. He could still hear the screams of laughter from inside the buildings and underground in the subway. Sam assumes that some sorry souls were stupid enough to seek shelter in the shadows of the subways and skyscrapers. Or that they were dragged down there in the night, where they are most likely being tickle tortured, and begging for it to end.
He, as usual, wandered into the abandon local supermarkets, where only a few zombies and minor mutants resided. There were ever any runners in here, or other nightmarish mutants whose tickling capability, would be enough to send even the strongest souls into a mess of tears and begging rambles in mere moments. They were always ones he could out run, or easily kill.
As he walked into the front of the store rather cocky like, showing a rather over confident smile, that was greeted by multiple grunts, and shuffling of feet across a tile floor.There was no electricity into the store, and the light was from the sunlight peeking through the windows and the push doors. He then proceeded to climb a top a large shelf, and walked across it to the next isles, looking for what food he wanted. He would occasionally jump down from the shelves, and land on top of an unsuspecting zombie where he would stab it in the head There were only 8 zombies in the whole store, who would slowly follow Sam around the shelves, but they couldn’t keep up with his pace. He needed to make sure to stay quiet, as a large amount of sound would attract a large amount of zombies and mutants, who were all starving for Sam’s laughter to satisfy there never ending hunger.
Sam was alone in the back of the store, where all the other normal zombies were up at the front, looking for him. He saw a box of more protein bars on the floor, just a little bit away from him. He started to make his way slowly down the side of the shelf. He put his foot down on the top row, then the next. Then he put his foot down on the 3rd row from the top, just 3 feet from the ground. He put his entire body weight on the single row, and the strength of the metal shelf gave out, as tons of glass bottles and cans tumbled to the floor, where some of them shattered, causing a loud sound to echo through the halls and outside. He fell down soon after the bottles, with a loud thud.
All the zombies in the market turned towards his ticklish body, lying on the the ground. Sam immediately stood up in the middle of the isle. He was covered in large amount of olive oil from the bottles. He looked at both ends of the isle where he saw zombies coming in from both directions. Then he heard a door open in the back of the market, where he saw a single zombie mutant walk through. It was a type he had never seen before. It looked the same as any other, except that its mouth was of unusual large proportions, along with its lungs and throat. He could almost see it’s lungs, through in it’s chest. He looked at Sam and opened his mouth. He shouted a spine shivering, ear shatterings, and gut wrenching yell. It made Sam fear for his life, even more so than his current predicament.
(END OF PART 1 there will be a part 2 coming out tomorrow)
He heard the entrance doors slams open as loads of zombies and mutants came spilling in, even some of the nightmarish variety. Sam, still slipping around in the olive oil, tried to climb the shelf, but his hands kept slipping as he grabbed it. He saw the zombies closing in on him, as some running ones started increasing their pace. Zombies were closing in all around him, and he was running out of options. Then he saw it, walking in through the doorway, the mutant zombie he wished that he would never see again. He called it the Venom. The zombie’s ability was that if, it touched Sam, it would inject him with a Venom that would increase his ticklishness sensitivity. While if only one dose was applied, it was only a temporary venom, but the more the zombie touched him, and injected him with the venom , the more ticklishness he became. While this was still the worst day of his life (so far), at least there wasn’t two venoms.
Then a zombie ran ahead of the others and snuck up behind Sam. Same felt two hands dig into his ribs. He could feel each finger dig in between each individual rib. The fingers tickled him up and down, going back and forth between each individual one. This caused Sam to snicker a bit, and close his arms at his waist. He then reached back behind him and grabbed the zombie’s shoulders, and tossed it over his own onto the broken glass on the floor. He then pulled the knife from his belt and stabbed it in the head. Sam thought of a plan for escape. He used his knife to stab into the shelf, and pull himself up from there.
He noticed that the store was getting oldly dark, and that the sun was setting soon. He needed to get back to his tree house. He knew his was in a predicament now, but it would be even worse when the sun went down.
He was just the top of the shelve, and put the knee of his right foot on top it, with his left boot still dangling of the edge. He was nearly to the top when he felt a pair of hands on his black boot. They wrapped their hands around his boot’s sole, and then his boot’s angle. He could feel two, no three hands pulling down on him. He felt himself being dragged downwards, as his knee started to slide towards the floor. He felt his boot lace being torn into shreds, and his boot being pulled off. He boot was jerked off his foot to reveal a sweat soaked thick cotton sock.
He yelled, “Get off me you zombies jerks!”
He kicked downwards and knocked the zombies hands off his ankle. With his boot off, along with the zombies grip on his super ticklish foot, he climbed up the rest of the shelve. The sun had completely set by now, and he could see zombies and mutants wondering all over the street. He ran on the top the shelves until he reached the exit. He jumped down to the floor and the zombies and mutants ran after him. He ran out the door, and started to run home. He had to dodge zombies left and right all the way through the city. He was lucky that the sun had just set, and that most of the mutant zombies hadn’t left their sun hidden shelters.
He was nearly at the bridge that would leave him from the city. Hundreds of zombies were chasing behind him. By now, he had thrown all of his knives to clear out zombies in front of him. His sock was now worn down quite a bit, and had holes in his arches and below his toes. He crossed the bridge back into the forest, and could almost see his tree house from where he was standing. The zombies chasing him had started the die down. The numbers went from a few hundred to just a few, but that soon went down to 0, as they new they had little hope of catching him. He had made it to his tree house, and hopefully to safety.
He just reached the trunk of his tree house, and started to climb up the ladder, when he heard grunts coming from the other side of it. He looked and saw 4 tickling zombies walking towards him. 2 of the 4 looked normal, but 2 of which were far from so. For the first one, It was not too noticeable at first, but he had large amount of saliva coming from his mouth. Then it opened its mouth to reveal a very off putting tongue that looked to be designed for tickling. It was at least 3 feet long, and way thicker than the average tongue; at the end, it divided into 5 separate tongues, each 12-16 inches in length. Its tongues then spilled out of its mouth as it started to lick its lips menacingly.
The other one was much more noticable. It’s hand were, well not shaped liked hands. They were shaped like holo cylinders, each one about half a foot a length. He saw the same on the zombies feet, the same type of cylinder, lego person like claws. The zombie opened and closed his claws, as he also made them larger and smaller larger and smaller.
Sam looked at them with terror in his eyes. He hurried up the ladder, but he knew that the zombies were closing in. He had made it nearly to the top, where he reached to grab the hatch to enter his treehouse of safety. His finger grazed the bottom of the tree house, when he felt two cylinder like claws, close in around his ankles. He took a took a big gulp down his throat, as the claws, squeezed tightly around his ankles dragged him downward. He grabbed desperately for the bars on the wooden ladder of his tree house. He feels himself start to pull upwards and his strength outweighs that of the zombie. Then he feels a familiar feeling, one he wished he never would feel again. He 2nd boot shoe lace slowly became untied.
(END OF PART 2 there will be a part 3 coming out tomorrow)
He can feel each knots being untied, each laced being pulled, each ticklish nightmare he ever had, slowly coming back into thought. Then his right boot was yanked off revealing yet another sweat drenched sock. Sam felt a finger slowly scrape across the soles of his sock. It made him yelp slightly. He kicked his feet as hard as he could, but soon realized that he could not escape their hold of him. The zombie’s finger continued to stroke his right foot, and he could hear his wet sock as, it was squished under the pressure of the protruding finger. He giggles slightly more, as a smile curved across his face.
The other normal zombie went up to his second foot, with the numerous holes in his sock. That zombie went ballistic, scratching it’s finger’s up and down Sam’s soles, sending him into pure agony. While the zombie started scratching across the sole of his left foot, this zombie started wiggling its finger in between Sam’s sock covered toes. Then the it stuck it’s fingers into the holes of Sam’s sock, digging up inside his sock, and making the holes even larger. It tore the sock of of Sam’s left foot and started tickling along his toes, arches, and soft, sweaty, smelly soles.
Sam, while still hanging on started laughing like crazy, as he said, “Nooooooo, please stooooooop! It can’t take, I cant, I can’t, I can’t!”
Sam started to lose his gripped on the wooden boards of the ladder, as his hands became continuously sweaty, and he was losing strength in his grip by the second. Then the claw zombie, still holding his ankles, gave Sam a heavy yank downwards, and downwards he came.
He tumbled off of the ladder and onto the grass floor of the forest, and landed on his back. The zombie with the claws on both his hand and feet then moved up to Sam’s arms, while still maintaining grip of his ankles. He seized both of Sam’s wrists, and held them firmly above his head. He spread him out into a thin X like position. Sam felt completely helpless, as he should have felt. The two zombies still tickling his feet then started to slowly peel off the remaining parts of Sam’s socks. They grabbed the top of his thick cotton sock around his ankles, and swiftly pulled downwards. When the moist socks came off, they revealed a beautiful pair of soft sweaty delicious feet. They were shaped perfectly, size 10, and looked just as imagined. The zombies started off slow again, by scratching softly at his feet. They then moving to rapid tickling, as they scratched up and down his entire foot. They stuck their finger in between each of his toes, where they proceed tickle him senseless.
Sam laughed, “Ooooooh nooooooo! Pleeeeeeeeease stooop! Aaaaahhhh Hahahahahahaha!”
But zombies care not for the begging, in fact, the feed off. It is what they live, all that they care for is the laughter and screams of Sam.
Sam’s yell’s filled the forest and into the city, but little did he know that this was just the beginning to his zombified tickle torture.
(END OF PART 3 there will be a part 4 coming out tomorrow)
Then the zombies tickling his feet stopped. Even if it was for just a little bit, the temporary stopping of the tickling greatly relieved Sam. The zombies at his feet stood up, and walked around towards Sam’s chest and waist where they started to unbutton his shirt and unzip his jeans.
Sam begged, “No, no no no no, please don’t tickle me there, I won’t be able to…”
Sam looked down at his feet where he saw the tongue zombie residing. He had been rather inactive the entire time. Then the tongue zombie knelt down next to his right foot, as the zombies at his chest had just finished tearing off his two shirts. It revealed the bare skin of his chest, ribs, stomach, belly button, and armpits. The zombies looked greadily at his naked torso, ready to tickle, ready to feed.
The tongue zombie stared at Sam’s soft, sweaty, delicious feet, then went down next to his foot and stuck out his long tongue that dispersed into 5 separate tongues at the end. It rested mere millimeters away from his soft toes, as if to tease him.
Sam just looked at the zombie with look of absolute terror. It was a stare asking for help, but expecting none as the result. It was a stare that knew that great suffering would soon come, and not knowing to what extent or to when it would end. Overall, it was a stare of pure and utter helplessness. A stare that Sam would grow quite familiar with.
The zombies tongues slowly started stroking his feet, causing massive amount of tickling. He could feel each individual tongue as is went up and down his foot, soaking it in a thick gooey saliva. Then the zombie looked directly at Sam, and started moving his tongues much faster, and flicking them rapidly across his toes and soles, sending Sam into hysterics.
As Sam screamed, “NOOOOO, NOOOOO THAHAHAHAHAHA THE TOOOOOOONGUE!”
The zombie then Put 4 of its 5 tongues in between each of Sam’s toes, while leaving the other one to continue to lick up and down his sexy sole. Each tongue going back and forth in between each toe. Sam new that his feet were one of his most ticklish places on his body, but he was thankful that they haven’t found his most ticklish, yet he knew that if they kept this up, they soon would, and dreaded that that moment ever come to pass. This was by far the worst tickling experiences Sam ever had.
Then the zombies at his torso started to tickle him as well, while he is still being held down at his ankles and wrists by the claw zombie. They dug their claws straight into his armpits. Each one rapidly scratching up and down the smooth, hairless, sweaty armpits, causing Sam to scream out laughing
“AAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAH! NOOOOOOHAHAHA! PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHASE! MAKE IT STOOOOOOOOOP!”
The zombies while still tickling his armpits then proceed to tear off his pants and turn them to ribbons, while leaving him only in his boxer in a world full of tickling zombies. They went straight back to tickling his underarms. They would follow a pattern of fast the slow tickling, rapid full hand spider tickling, then 1 or 2 fingers. They tickled him all across his armpits even as he begged for them to stop. The zombies are and still remain to be merciless ticklers and would never stop tickling, unless the sun came out of course.
As the zombies at continued to demolish his strength and send in into numerous fits of laughter with armpit tickling, the licking zombie at his foot continued his work of covering all of his right foot with his tongue and saliva, as he licked up each and every drop of sweat. Then the zombie at his feet did something dreadful for Sam, he opened up his mouth incredibly wide and put Sam’s entire foot into it! From inside its mouth, his foot was being tickled at all sides from every possible angle. This tickled far worse than the horrible tickling he previously endoured. He could feel the wet warmth the zombie’s tongue cover even cell on his foot with the sticky gooey saliva. He thought that he would soon pass out, or ever die from this extreme tickling. He wished for it all to end.
Then a miracle occured. I miracle that happens every day, but is never seen as the miracle it is truly, and the miracle Sam now saw it as. The sun came up. It rose from the horizon a glorious ball of flame sending zombies back into their shelters. The zombies looked at it with fear in their eyes. The zombies tickling his armpits immediately stood fully up and shuffled away in search of shade. The zombie claw mutant that held Sam down released and followed the other two. But the zombie licking his feet was determined to tickle Sam until every last bit of strength and soul was laughed and licked out of Sam soaked feet.
As the zombie holding him down left, he tried to kick at the zombie with his foot in its mouth, but Sam was still laughing extremely,and his screams still echoed in the forest. He tried to fight back, but he was too exhausted from the hours upon hours of brutal, merciless, rigorous tickling. Then the licking zombie took Sam’s foot out of his mouth with Sam still lying in the grass, unable to resist whatever the zombie was planning.
The licking zombie also stood up, but did not run away. He grabbed Sam’s ankle and started to drag him to whatever tickle hell of a place he came from. Sam knew that if he was to be taken to where are the zombies are, it would be in the shade, then he would tickled far worse that he previously he previously endoured, and he would be tickled until he died. He attempted to kick back at the zombie who was making a slow pace back to his zombie den. He managed to kick his leg loose, but was soon grabbed up again, as he lacked the strength to stand up. The licking zombie was not looking well, as even in the minor shade of forest, he was still burning up at fast rate and would soon be turned to ashes, if he did not find a more suitable shelter.
Then Sam saw it, the forest den of zombies. It was a large underground area. The entrance appeared to be half as wide as a football field. Sam was only 30 feet away from being dragged to this tickle hell. He saw zombies of all types, normal, licking ones, venoms, runners, the trapper claw ones, and thousands of other zombie mutants. They all came close to edge of the underground cave. A few would try to run out to help the burning up zombie, but quickly fled back in the cave.
They were only 10 feet away, and zombie arms were reaching out at Sam trying grab him, and drag him into their den. But the zombie dragging him looked like a walking pile of ashes. Sam tried to grab anything he could hold onto, but only managed to grab grass, then his palm ran over something rather sharp, a rock! They were only 4 feet away from the entrance, when Sam, with the last of his energy, threw it at the zombie, causing him to fall over to ground and crumble into ashes. The zombies continued to reach to try to grab Sam, but with no success. Sam flipped over from his back onto his stomach. He started to crawl away back to his home when he felt something wet on his left foot. It was a zombie tongue, as it managed to shoot out it’s many tongues and barley lick the ends of his toes as he crawled away causing him to laugh aloud. Still being only in his underwear, the soft grass tickled his stomach as he army crawled across it, causing him to form a slight smile, and even snicker every so often.
He crawled home, back to his tree house where he thought he would be safe from the zombies. Sam is only safe as long as the sun is out, and as long as zombies don’t become smart enough to use umbrellas. When the night comes, he will no longer be safe, as the zombies do indeed remember scents, sounds, laughters, and most importantly, they remember the location of his tree house. As for when the night comes, and although he does not know it yet, but Sam is not safe, as that ‘torture’ was practically nothing compared to what it soon to come knocking at his front door (btw leave a comment if you like or dislike, although don’t be a complete dick about it, if it wasn’t your cup of tea).
(END OF PART 4 there will be a part 5 coming out tomorrow)
Sam thought that he had endured the worst tickling zombies could do to a person. While he was kicking, screaming, and begging for it to end, there is still so much worse that can and will happen to Sam.
Sam was had made it back to his treehouse, and by now he was walking. He saw his destroyed clothes lying on the grass just outside. He was glad his tickling experience was over, and he never wants to do that again. Well at least that’s what Sam told himself. He actually kind of likes being tickled, but never to that extreme measure of things. Although his armpits and feet are bright red from being tickled he can’t say that he completely hated it. Sam is once again glad that they didn’t find his most ticklish spot, as even just poking or pinching that spot will causing him to go into a pure silent laughing chaos.
He knew that the zombies would be coming back, but that’s all he knew. He doesn’t know how many are coming, or of what types, just that they are coming, and in greater numbers than before. Sam must be ready to fend on countless zombies with incredible tickling abilities, but seeing as he is all out of weapons and clothes he does not know how.
Sam can’t go back into the city. He can’t go get more of anything. He has no clothes. He had no weapons. All his has is food, water, blankets. Sam lacked faith in his survival through the night.
It was about noon and Sam still heard laughter from the city. He felt bad for the beings who have been tickled for weeks in row, but he thought better them than him, or at least that’s what he thinks.
The sun had gone down, and the zombies had come out. This time they were not gonna make the same mistake of waiting to bring Sam to their den. But first they need to get him.
Sam was sitting in his second floor window. He looked up out of the window and saw the gray clouds in the sky. He felt the fast wind blow across his face. It felt good in the heat of the night. He then felt a water droplet fall fall onto his nose. It sent is small shiver down his spine. He felt another and another fall. Soon he could hear them banging against the roof about his head. The temperature a dropped to 55 (fahrenheit) now, and being in his boxer covered in blankets, he remained cold. Sam looked out the window and saw what he feared all night.
In the low fog across the ground, he saw them, or at least a small portion of them, about 300 hundred runner zombies, all came sprinting towards his tree house. They had little hope of knocking down the tree itself. They continuously ran at the tree, but were having trouble climbing it in the slick rain. Before they came, Sam destroyed all of the ladder’s steps up to the tree house. Some of runners were jumping, trying to grab hold of the bottom of the tree house, but they could only scrape the bottom wood floor of it, and never penetrate the wood to grab into it. They were struggling to climb into the treehouse. Sam was thankful that they haven't found the way in.
Then the zombies did something rather intelligent for them. They grabbed rocks and began throwing a the floor of the tree house, which punctured numerous holes in it. They jumped up to grab the holes in the floor of the tree house, and then proceeded to smash more holes with rock into it. They did this for about 20 minutes, until one of them created a large enough hole that they could fit through.
Sam heard the zombies break through the floor, but he is not super concerned, for Sam has a plan, a plan to escape.
About 10 zombies had now crawled through multiple holes in the floors, and now stood on the first floor which was about 12’ by 12’ across, composed entirely of plywood. The zombies then proceeded to climb through hatch in first floor ceiling that leads to the second, with more and more flooding into the first floor room. 3 runner zombies had climbed into the second floor bedroom, expecting to find a ticklish Sam to bring back to their cave. All they found was a bundle of blankets.
Little did the zombies know that Sam had escaped long before they climbed through the floor. Sam had crawled up out of house into the tree connected to it, and then proceeded to make his way across several other trees.
Sam was now climbing through the trees and making his way away from the zombies. He could hear their enraged grunts and shouts in the distance behind him.
He currently wore a cloak made from bed sheets that did well to protect him from the rain, but did little to protect him from tickling (and of course his boxers).
After his climbed several hundred feet away from his probably destroyed tree house, he climbed back down to the ground. He made his way across the forest for quite some time. He had walked nearly a half mile in the rain. He came across a few zombies here and there, but no mutant ones. He could hear the runners running after his scent as they chased him through the forest. As he ran through the forest not really looking to where he was going, but more so to get away.
He happened to trip across an exposed tree root in the ground, which he caught his foot and tumbled to the ground, he unluckily continued falling for about 6 more feet as there was a small cliff near the tree. His cloak had fallen off in the tumble, and then proceed to blow away in the wind, leaving just his boxers. He happened to land face first in the dirt, lying right below 2 zombies and trapper, and a screamer (for those of you who don’t know what a screamer is a normal tickling zombie, but it screams to get the attention of other zombies).
He was almost immediately scooped up by the trapper, as it’s two claws wrapped around his wrists, and held him dangling a foot in the air, feeling totally helpless to what tickle torture was soon to come. The two zombies looked at Sam dumbfounded. They the screamer let out a devastating cry that must have attracted every zombie in the area. Sam could hear the runners running across the grass. There running and heavy footsteps could be felt in vibrations in the ground. Sam knows that he is done for.
The screamer stops is yelling and then proceeds to look Sam, almost mocking his inability to do anything.
Sam pleads with the mindless tickle creature, “Please just let me go. I can’t be tickled Not like this. Not like thiiiiiiiiiis. HEEEY STOOOOOOOOP THAHAHAHAHHAT!”
As the zombies clearly did not understand his pleads, so the screamer put it’s face on Sam’s stomach, and with all it’s lungs blew a big loud raspberry right into his belly button. You could see his thin stomach bounce and jiggle in vibration, as saliva bounced off the stomach and a stream of it rolled down his stomach. The claw zombie just stood there, holding Sam up and helpless for the screamers torment. The screamer sucked in another big breath a blew another raspberry right below the bellybutton, almost at his waist line. Sam yelled even louder than before and pleaded for it to stop, but his please went un answer.
The screamer moved even lower, to the point where it had to pull down Sam’s underpants partially. It then blew another and another and another in the same spot.
This of course sent Sam into hysterics, making him ball his eyes, as he said between gasps of his laughing breath, “HAHAHAHAHA PLEAAAAAAHAHAHAHASE don’t STOOOAOAOOOOAHAHP THIIIIIS TOOORTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAARRRE!”
Then the runners caming running in to see Sam being tickled intensly. The 300 hundred runners were all there ready to take Sam away to be tickled for the zombies to feed upon his laughter. About 10 of the each grabbed a body part putting 2 on each arm and leg, one the waist, and one at the chest. Then they ran away to the zombie den with Sam as their ticklish prisoner.
(END OF PART 5 there will be a part 6 coming out tomorrow)
Sam felt the grip of each zombie, as it tightened around his body. He could feel each finger intruding into every exposed part of his body, dragging him to his ticklish doom. The running zombies howled with delight, as they have finally captured their ultimate prey. Sam knew that they were soon to be at the cave full of every type of mutant from claw- trappers to venom. Just the thought of a venom zombie made Sam shrivel up in fear.
While Sam was immobilized in his arms, legs, and torso, he could still move his head around, as he was carried through the forest. He looked up to see the large cave, just a fifty or so yards away. He gulped, and tried to shake out of his current predicament. He had no such success with that as all he could was wiggle, but their hands never let go. The cave was nearly upon him now, just a few yards away, and he could hear the infinite roars of celebration and victory coming from the cave. He hoped the sun would come out once more and save, yet not such luck prevail. All he could see above him was the clouded not sky, with occasional glimpses of stars dwildling. He thought that this would be the last time he would every see the sky, and light for that matter. The sky was now gone, as he had reached the cave of tickling.
He was not put down and immediately tickled till death, no, he was brought to the inner caverns of the cave. Sam started panicking and his heartbeat and breathing intensified. His headed darted back and forth, all along the the cave for any signs of venoms, but he was none. He was shocked, and in great confusion as to where they had gone to. The runner continued to carry him deeper, to the point where he could not see the light anymore, and everything was pitch black. He felt a cool air rush over him, as the runner zombies carried him throughout the tunnels, but then he saw something, a light at the end of the tunnel. He could see his surroundings once more, and it horrified him. Before all he heard was the groans and moans of zombies, but now he saw the thousands of mutant zombies that resided within the cave; each and everyone of them couldn’t wait to get a finger, hand, tongue, claw or something else on Sam. The light was getting brighter, and was he saw was awful. There was a giant circular stone pit, at least 500 feet in diameter. It had a very bright light source in the middle, though Sam could not identify what it was. The walls were about 10 feet tall made of a smooth tan sandstone, that created a steep bowl like shape. He was brought closer to the edge of the pit by the runner zombies. Then he saw what was inside, and it terrified him to hise core. In the pit were thousands upon thousands of Venom zombies.
Sam immediately yelled, “No,no, no, no,no, do-o-o-on’t put me in there.” As he tried to shake out the many zombies grip, with no success.
The runner zombies had stopped moving, and let Sam’s sweaty bare soles dangle over the edge. The venom zombies, saw the sexy feet, and immediately want to tickle them. They all shuffled over to the part of the pit where Sam was; his feet were dangling in about 2 feet over the edge and into the pit. He could feel the runners grip start to loosen on his upper body, as the tried to kick himself up against the smooth wall, that was at, about and 80 degree angle. He only managed to kick down a few pebbles. The Venoms started scratching at his soles. There was about 10 of them in feet length of Sam. With each touch of each and every proding finger, he could feel himself become more sensitive to touch, and as the immediate results, become indelibly more ticklish.
Just the scratching of the very bottom of his feet made him laugh crazily, “HEEEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHEHEHE, PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSEE PUUUUAHAHHAHAAHAHLLL MEEEEEHEHEHEH UUUUUUUAHAHAHAP!”
He had never felt this kind of torture before, and it was just his feet, driving him to these levels, but with each scraped of the hundreds of fingers that scratched at his feet, his level of ticklishness continued to rise.
The runner zombies lowered him by another foot or so, and almost instantly, Sam felt the hand’s of the venom grab onto his ankles and feet and pull him downwards to the pit of thousands of Venoms. The venoms however stopped tickling him, and started to drag Sam to the something near the center of the pit. As Sam felt the hundreds the hands on him, his ticklishness increased to the point where just but being carried by the venoms, would cause him
to laugh mildly. It kept on increasing with every finger, by every second. Then he was thrown down onto the floor, where a restraint stayed waiting for him.
It appeared to be relatively simple There were 2 metal bars, each sticking vertically up, and each one had a metal cuff on the end, and they were about 5 feet apart; they were standing about 7 feet off the ground. Sam was thrown into the restraint, and the cuffs closed around his wrists and soon as they collided, leaving the 5 and half foot Sam’s toes barely scraping the floor. Sam’s ticklish has increased by nearly 7 times his normal amount. Even the slightest touch of his soft delicate toes on the floor, made him laugh. The breeze flowing in the cave, made him tingle and tickle as well. The venoms were still not tickling Sam yet, and it felt as if they were toying with him, or buttering him up per say, as they continued to increase his ticklishes to 10 times his normal ticklishness. Even the air was driving him to hysterics, he wasn’t even being touch and he was yelling for them to stop.
The Venom zombies seemed like expert ticklers, while there were nearly 3 thousand of them, they didn’t all just gang tickle him at once. They knew that they had to break Sam, before finishing him off. They had to get as much laughter out of him, and feed on the poor 18 year old for the longest time.
Samuel felt 2 zombies pick up his legs, one on each ankle, and put him into a chair like position. They wrapped their arms around each leg, to hold Sam in place, while he squirmed out of ticklish agony. The Venoms holding his legs still continued to increase his ticklishness to 11 times by now. Even as the Venoms holding his legs, tickled him incredibly putting him into a laughing mess
“HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAA OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH MAAKE EEEEEEET STOOOOOAHAAAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHPP, I’LL DO ANYHEHEHEHEHEHEHHTHHHAHAHAHAHAHNG!”
2 more Venoms approached his delicious sexy sweaty salty soles, that were covered in a bit of dust. He tanned feet were now covered in a thin layer dust, and what better way than to lick it off. The 2 Venoms, nearly in sinc, grabbed the bottom part of his of arch to hold it still, and with the other hand bent back and spread out each individual ticklish toes. They opened their mouths to reveal a long 8 inch black tongue, that was covered in some clear ticklish increasing saliva. Then the Venoms started lapping his toes, goes left to right, back and forth, the going into each.
“HAHAHAHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHEHEHE, MYYYYYYYEYEEYEYEYYEEEEEE TOOOOOOOOOEEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSSSSSSSSSS!” Sam cried.
This made Sam go berzerk, the ticklishness on his feet nearly doubled from before, leaving him at 20 times more ticklish than before, from the tickling saliva. Venoms went back and forth between each toes, sometimes putting individual toes or the entire row of them, into their mouths, where the circled the toes with their long gooey tongue. Then they went lower on his foot and started lapping their tongues up and down his soles. They went from all the way down to his arches, to the very top of his big toe. Some of the other Venoms just couldn’t wait to get a taste of his feet, and 4 more joined the feet tickling, puting three on each foot. Each Venom would take different parts of the toes, soles, arches, even top of the foot.
As Sam screamed, “MMMMOOOEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHRRREEE OOOOOOFFFFF YYYYOHAHAHAHAAHHEHEHHAHAHOOOU, NOOOOOOOOOOOOO MMMMMMMMOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHRREEEEEEEEE!”
A few more Venoms jumped in and started spider tickling behind his knees. The scratched and tickled him all across the lower half of his legs. Sam shook and shook his cuff, but they didn’t even move and inch. He tried to kick his legs free, but the Venoms didn’t even budge. Sam felt warm tears start to fall from his eyes, and flow down his face onto the floor. His completely helpless sweaty body was still increasing in ticklish and it destroyed him. Sam is nearly 28 times more ticklish, and it’s only getting worse.
Sam couldn’t think or function, all he could do was laugh and cry and laugh and cry. One of the venoms made a loud yell as 6 more venoms started tickling Sam, adding to 16 total. One went to each foot, and started licking all across the toes, soles, and the wrinkles that started to form in his salty soles, as a result of the enormous amount of saliva coming from the tickling tongues. The other 4 started went to his armpits, two on each one. Inside his sweaty tasty armpits, one Venom on each pit licked inside and out, all the way up to his elbows, was covered in ticklish goodness. The other Venoms would go crazy tickling with their fingers, and spider ticking in the sweaty hollow of the armpits.
Sam yelled, “DOOOOEOEOEOEOEEHEHEHEHEHEHNNNNNTTTTTT LIIIIIIIEEEIEIEIECCKKKK MMMYYYYYYHAHAHAYAHAAAYHYAHHAYHAY PIIIEEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHHEEHEHEHHEHEEHHETTTTTTTTSSSSSSS! TTTHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHATTTTTSSSSS GGGRRRROOOEHEHHEHEHEOOOHEHEHSSSSSSSS!”
The Venoms continued to lick every inch on his deliciously ticklish feet, spider tickle him in the back of the knee, and lick and scratch all throughout the hollows of his armpits, but Sam’s tickling was not done yet.
Next, Sam saw 10 more Venoms coming forward to tickle him tell he died. 7 of the Venoms went for his upper body. 2 started to tickle his ribs, 2 more on his stomach, 2 on his sides, and one blowing raspberries onto his stomach. Sam felt each and every vibration of the Venom blowing raspberries, as saliva dripped down from his belly button into his boxers, then forming a puddle on the floor. The other 2 Venoms went to go tickle him all across his neck, from the sides, up to his trachea. The final Venom out of the 26 that were torturing the poor ticklish Sam went in between his legs and started to tickle Sam’s most ticklish spot his thighs.
In between screams of laughter, Sam said, “Nononononono not there, please no, that my worst spoooooHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHEHEAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Sam knew it was only a matter of time before they found his most ticklish spot, his thighs. The crazy spider tickling of his thighs being tickled sent him into a silent screaming laughter. The other Venoms noticed the result from tickling the thighs. The other venoms just couldn’t resist and longer. They all rushed in to tickle Sam. They covered every single inch (every inch) of his entire body, tearing his boxers to shreds. The crazy intense tickling and licking caused Sam to not only go into a silent laughter and cry, but to piss himself as well. He could feel every part of his body being tickled to its max content. He was screaming begging for it to end. His ticklish sensitivity was nearly 50 times greater than anything he had ever experienced before, and it drove him mad. There were so many Venoms tickling Sam, that he couldn’t even see the floor beneath him, The thousands of Venoms were all storming towards Sam screaming body trying to get a finger, hand, or tongue on his sensitive skin.
Sam knew he couldn’t take much more of this. He wanted to faint, pass out, or even die. Anything would be better than the tickling torture he was experiencing. Sam felt that all of his sweat was licked off, and his body soaked in the ticklish saliva, causing him to mildly wrinkle up. He screamed out, “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH MAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKEEEHEHEHEH IIIIIIITTTTTTTTT EHEHEHEHEHEHNNNNNDDDDD!”
And End it did. Sam’s breath became, rapid, his vision blurry, and then darkness clouded his eye, he wished to never wake up from this sleep, and to end his tickling nightmare.
Screams, every night, it was all he could hear. Screams of pain, no, but screams of laughter. They were not innocent screams, but ones of pure terror. These screams would be begging for hours and hours upon end, to end. It kept him up at night, all night. All he would ever hear, were the screams.
He was safe from them, or at least he thought he was. He was alone, and had not seen another person in nearly 2 months, but only zombies and other creatures every day. He hides for his life at night, and goes out during the day when it is safe. The zombies, as to be expected, get hurt by sunlight. It is not immediate, like they puff into a pile of ashes, but more so gets 1st degree burns, that over the course of 23 minutes, turn them into a pile of bones that was too stubborn or too stupid to get out of the sunlight.
The main character stuck in this predicament was named Sam. He was 18 years of age. Sam was 5 feet 6 inches tall with thick blonde hair that hadn't been cut in months, and went down past his ear. He was well built, and had no trouble running away from the few stumbling zombies or mutants that he came across. He worn a dark green t- shirt, below a white button up one. He had dark blue jeans with numerous holes scattered across, revealing maybe a little too much skin. He was also dressed in large black hiking boots, that he had almost grown out of, with a thick pair of cotton socks underneath.
As one would probably assume in a tickling story, that the main character would be super ticklish, and had been traumatized by tickling from someone he knew that used to tickle him or her like crazy in their past. (Just to add to the plot) Sam was quite ticklish, as far as he knew. He had never been tickled extensively before, but also never saw tickling as something that he would like to have done to him, especially when he hears the screams from people to stop being tickled all throughout the day and night. (also just to make things more interesting) He also has a few spots that are more ticklish than other, to put that he has incredibly ticklish spots lightly.
Soon after the infection started, Sam found a place to stay where tickling zombies and mutant tickling creatures wouldn’t get to him. He stayed right outside of a large city in a wooden tree house; well it was a little more than that. It was a two story building, with a ladder going down the trunk of the center of the tree, that connected the floors, and to the ground. It was 10 feet in the air, and the only entrance was a ladder, that connected to a thick wooden hatch in the floor. Being in the air, no zombies had the capability to reach him once he was in his tree house. The forest he was staying in was scattered thinly with trees, and did not provide a lot of shade. However, there were a few spots in the forest that were resting grounds for zombies and mutants during the day, where the sunlight, didn’t reach the ground. Sam’s tree house was one of the only safe places at this time.
He had no electricity, no gas, and of course no plumbing (but i’ll not get into details about such matters). His bed was on the second floor, as it consisted of a pile of blankets and rags. He had many built in shelves for storage, of food, water, and other supplies he had gathered. He carried around a large knife, and 3 tomahawks around with him at all times, as he was very skilled in such weaponry before this disaster began. He never used guns, as the sound was a large issue.
Today started just the same as any other for Sam. He woke up from his excuse of a bed, and looked out his window to see zombies in the forest, retreating back into the denser parts, and other creatures in the city, going back into buildings or underground. He climbed down to first floor to eat a breakfast consisting of a protein bar, and a bottle of water. Today was a very hot day. The sun had just risen, yet he was nearly soaked in sweat. He could feel drops of the salty liquid running down from his forehead, to in between his toes that wiggled in his boots.
Today like any other, he was going to go into the city to find more supplies, and check any places his hadn’t been, with caution of course. He climbed down the ladder, and walked across a six lane bridge into the city. The tall towers stood over him, staring down at him, as the countless tickling zombies and mutants also did. He could still hear the screams of laughter from inside the buildings and underground in the subway. Sam assumes that some sorry souls were stupid enough to seek shelter in the shadows of the subways and skyscrapers. Or that they were dragged down there in the night, where they are most likely being tickle tortured, and begging for it to end.
He, as usual, wandered into the abandon local supermarkets, where only a few zombies and minor mutants resided. There were ever any runners in here, or other nightmarish mutants whose tickling capability, would be enough to send even the strongest souls into a mess of tears and begging rambles in mere moments. They were always ones he could out run, or easily kill.
As he walked into the front of the store rather cocky like, showing a rather over confident smile, that was greeted by multiple grunts, and shuffling of feet across a tile floor.There was no electricity into the store, and the light was from the sunlight peeking through the windows and the push doors. He then proceeded to climb a top a large shelf, and walked across it to the next isles, looking for what food he wanted. He would occasionally jump down from the shelves, and land on top of an unsuspecting zombie where he would stab it in the head There were only 8 zombies in the whole store, who would slowly follow Sam around the shelves, but they couldn’t keep up with his pace. He needed to make sure to stay quiet, as a large amount of sound would attract a large amount of zombies and mutants, who were all starving for Sam’s laughter to satisfy there never ending hunger.
Sam was alone in the back of the store, where all the other normal zombies were up at the front, looking for him. He saw a box of more protein bars on the floor, just a little bit away from him. He started to make his way slowly down the side of the shelf. He put his foot down on the top row, then the next. Then he put his foot down on the 3rd row from the top, just 3 feet from the ground. He put his entire body weight on the single row, and the strength of the metal shelf gave out, as tons of glass bottles and cans tumbled to the floor, where some of them shattered, causing a loud sound to echo through the halls and outside. He fell down soon after the bottles, with a loud thud.
All the zombies in the market turned towards his ticklish body, lying on the the ground. Sam immediately stood up in the middle of the isle. He was covered in large amount of olive oil from the bottles. He looked at both ends of the isle where he saw zombies coming in from both directions. Then he heard a door open in the back of the market, where he saw a single zombie mutant walk through. It was a type he had never seen before. It looked the same as any other, except that its mouth was of unusual large proportions, along with its lungs and throat. He could almost see it’s lungs, through in it’s chest. He looked at Sam and opened his mouth. He shouted a spine shivering, ear shatterings, and gut wrenching yell. It made Sam fear for his life, even more so than his current predicament.
(END OF PART 1 there will be a part 2 coming out tomorrow)
He heard the entrance doors slams open as loads of zombies and mutants came spilling in, even some of the nightmarish variety. Sam, still slipping around in the olive oil, tried to climb the shelf, but his hands kept slipping as he grabbed it. He saw the zombies closing in on him, as some running ones started increasing their pace. Zombies were closing in all around him, and he was running out of options. Then he saw it, walking in through the doorway, the mutant zombie he wished that he would never see again. He called it the Venom. The zombie’s ability was that if, it touched Sam, it would inject him with a Venom that would increase his ticklishness sensitivity. While if only one dose was applied, it was only a temporary venom, but the more the zombie touched him, and injected him with the venom , the more ticklishness he became. While this was still the worst day of his life (so far), at least there wasn’t two venoms.
Then a zombie ran ahead of the others and snuck up behind Sam. Same felt two hands dig into his ribs. He could feel each finger dig in between each individual rib. The fingers tickled him up and down, going back and forth between each individual one. This caused Sam to snicker a bit, and close his arms at his waist. He then reached back behind him and grabbed the zombie’s shoulders, and tossed it over his own onto the broken glass on the floor. He then pulled the knife from his belt and stabbed it in the head. Sam thought of a plan for escape. He used his knife to stab into the shelf, and pull himself up from there.
He noticed that the store was getting oldly dark, and that the sun was setting soon. He needed to get back to his tree house. He knew his was in a predicament now, but it would be even worse when the sun went down.
He was just the top of the shelve, and put the knee of his right foot on top it, with his left boot still dangling of the edge. He was nearly to the top when he felt a pair of hands on his black boot. They wrapped their hands around his boot’s sole, and then his boot’s angle. He could feel two, no three hands pulling down on him. He felt himself being dragged downwards, as his knee started to slide towards the floor. He felt his boot lace being torn into shreds, and his boot being pulled off. He boot was jerked off his foot to reveal a sweat soaked thick cotton sock.
He yelled, “Get off me you zombies jerks!”
He kicked downwards and knocked the zombies hands off his ankle. With his boot off, along with the zombies grip on his super ticklish foot, he climbed up the rest of the shelve. The sun had completely set by now, and he could see zombies and mutants wondering all over the street. He ran on the top the shelves until he reached the exit. He jumped down to the floor and the zombies and mutants ran after him. He ran out the door, and started to run home. He had to dodge zombies left and right all the way through the city. He was lucky that the sun had just set, and that most of the mutant zombies hadn’t left their sun hidden shelters.
He was nearly at the bridge that would leave him from the city. Hundreds of zombies were chasing behind him. By now, he had thrown all of his knives to clear out zombies in front of him. His sock was now worn down quite a bit, and had holes in his arches and below his toes. He crossed the bridge back into the forest, and could almost see his tree house from where he was standing. The zombies chasing him had started the die down. The numbers went from a few hundred to just a few, but that soon went down to 0, as they new they had little hope of catching him. He had made it to his tree house, and hopefully to safety.
He just reached the trunk of his tree house, and started to climb up the ladder, when he heard grunts coming from the other side of it. He looked and saw 4 tickling zombies walking towards him. 2 of the 4 looked normal, but 2 of which were far from so. For the first one, It was not too noticeable at first, but he had large amount of saliva coming from his mouth. Then it opened its mouth to reveal a very off putting tongue that looked to be designed for tickling. It was at least 3 feet long, and way thicker than the average tongue; at the end, it divided into 5 separate tongues, each 12-16 inches in length. Its tongues then spilled out of its mouth as it started to lick its lips menacingly.
The other one was much more noticable. It’s hand were, well not shaped liked hands. They were shaped like holo cylinders, each one about half a foot a length. He saw the same on the zombies feet, the same type of cylinder, lego person like claws. The zombie opened and closed his claws, as he also made them larger and smaller larger and smaller.
Sam looked at them with terror in his eyes. He hurried up the ladder, but he knew that the zombies were closing in. He had made it nearly to the top, where he reached to grab the hatch to enter his treehouse of safety. His finger grazed the bottom of the tree house, when he felt two cylinder like claws, close in around his ankles. He took a took a big gulp down his throat, as the claws, squeezed tightly around his ankles dragged him downward. He grabbed desperately for the bars on the wooden ladder of his tree house. He feels himself start to pull upwards and his strength outweighs that of the zombie. Then he feels a familiar feeling, one he wished he never would feel again. He 2nd boot shoe lace slowly became untied.
(END OF PART 2 there will be a part 3 coming out tomorrow)
He can feel each knots being untied, each laced being pulled, each ticklish nightmare he ever had, slowly coming back into thought. Then his right boot was yanked off revealing yet another sweat drenched sock. Sam felt a finger slowly scrape across the soles of his sock. It made him yelp slightly. He kicked his feet as hard as he could, but soon realized that he could not escape their hold of him. The zombie’s finger continued to stroke his right foot, and he could hear his wet sock as, it was squished under the pressure of the protruding finger. He giggles slightly more, as a smile curved across his face.
The other normal zombie went up to his second foot, with the numerous holes in his sock. That zombie went ballistic, scratching it’s finger’s up and down Sam’s soles, sending him into pure agony. While the zombie started scratching across the sole of his left foot, this zombie started wiggling its finger in between Sam’s sock covered toes. Then the it stuck it’s fingers into the holes of Sam’s sock, digging up inside his sock, and making the holes even larger. It tore the sock of of Sam’s left foot and started tickling along his toes, arches, and soft, sweaty, smelly soles.
Sam, while still hanging on started laughing like crazy, as he said, “Nooooooo, please stooooooop! It can’t take, I cant, I can’t, I can’t!”
Sam started to lose his gripped on the wooden boards of the ladder, as his hands became continuously sweaty, and he was losing strength in his grip by the second. Then the claw zombie, still holding his ankles, gave Sam a heavy yank downwards, and downwards he came.
He tumbled off of the ladder and onto the grass floor of the forest, and landed on his back. The zombie with the claws on both his hand and feet then moved up to Sam’s arms, while still maintaining grip of his ankles. He seized both of Sam’s wrists, and held them firmly above his head. He spread him out into a thin X like position. Sam felt completely helpless, as he should have felt. The two zombies still tickling his feet then started to slowly peel off the remaining parts of Sam’s socks. They grabbed the top of his thick cotton sock around his ankles, and swiftly pulled downwards. When the moist socks came off, they revealed a beautiful pair of soft sweaty delicious feet. They were shaped perfectly, size 10, and looked just as imagined. The zombies started off slow again, by scratching softly at his feet. They then moving to rapid tickling, as they scratched up and down his entire foot. They stuck their finger in between each of his toes, where they proceed tickle him senseless.
Sam laughed, “Ooooooh nooooooo! Pleeeeeeeeease stooop! Aaaaahhhh Hahahahahahaha!”
But zombies care not for the begging, in fact, the feed off. It is what they live, all that they care for is the laughter and screams of Sam.
Sam’s yell’s filled the forest and into the city, but little did he know that this was just the beginning to his zombified tickle torture.
(END OF PART 3 there will be a part 4 coming out tomorrow)
Then the zombies tickling his feet stopped. Even if it was for just a little bit, the temporary stopping of the tickling greatly relieved Sam. The zombies at his feet stood up, and walked around towards Sam’s chest and waist where they started to unbutton his shirt and unzip his jeans.
Sam begged, “No, no no no no, please don’t tickle me there, I won’t be able to…”
Sam looked down at his feet where he saw the tongue zombie residing. He had been rather inactive the entire time. Then the tongue zombie knelt down next to his right foot, as the zombies at his chest had just finished tearing off his two shirts. It revealed the bare skin of his chest, ribs, stomach, belly button, and armpits. The zombies looked greadily at his naked torso, ready to tickle, ready to feed.
The tongue zombie stared at Sam’s soft, sweaty, delicious feet, then went down next to his foot and stuck out his long tongue that dispersed into 5 separate tongues at the end. It rested mere millimeters away from his soft toes, as if to tease him.
Sam just looked at the zombie with look of absolute terror. It was a stare asking for help, but expecting none as the result. It was a stare that knew that great suffering would soon come, and not knowing to what extent or to when it would end. Overall, it was a stare of pure and utter helplessness. A stare that Sam would grow quite familiar with.
The zombies tongues slowly started stroking his feet, causing massive amount of tickling. He could feel each individual tongue as is went up and down his foot, soaking it in a thick gooey saliva. Then the zombie looked directly at Sam, and started moving his tongues much faster, and flicking them rapidly across his toes and soles, sending Sam into hysterics.
As Sam screamed, “NOOOOO, NOOOOO THAHAHAHAHAHA THE TOOOOOOONGUE!”
The zombie then Put 4 of its 5 tongues in between each of Sam’s toes, while leaving the other one to continue to lick up and down his sexy sole. Each tongue going back and forth in between each toe. Sam new that his feet were one of his most ticklish places on his body, but he was thankful that they haven’t found his most ticklish, yet he knew that if they kept this up, they soon would, and dreaded that that moment ever come to pass. This was by far the worst tickling experiences Sam ever had.
Then the zombies at his torso started to tickle him as well, while he is still being held down at his ankles and wrists by the claw zombie. They dug their claws straight into his armpits. Each one rapidly scratching up and down the smooth, hairless, sweaty armpits, causing Sam to scream out laughing
“AAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAH! NOOOOOOHAHAHA! PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHASE! MAKE IT STOOOOOOOOOP!”
The zombies while still tickling his armpits then proceed to tear off his pants and turn them to ribbons, while leaving him only in his boxer in a world full of tickling zombies. They went straight back to tickling his underarms. They would follow a pattern of fast the slow tickling, rapid full hand spider tickling, then 1 or 2 fingers. They tickled him all across his armpits even as he begged for them to stop. The zombies are and still remain to be merciless ticklers and would never stop tickling, unless the sun came out of course.
As the zombies at continued to demolish his strength and send in into numerous fits of laughter with armpit tickling, the licking zombie at his foot continued his work of covering all of his right foot with his tongue and saliva, as he licked up each and every drop of sweat. Then the zombie at his feet did something dreadful for Sam, he opened up his mouth incredibly wide and put Sam’s entire foot into it! From inside its mouth, his foot was being tickled at all sides from every possible angle. This tickled far worse than the horrible tickling he previously endoured. He could feel the wet warmth the zombie’s tongue cover even cell on his foot with the sticky gooey saliva. He thought that he would soon pass out, or ever die from this extreme tickling. He wished for it all to end.
Then a miracle occured. I miracle that happens every day, but is never seen as the miracle it is truly, and the miracle Sam now saw it as. The sun came up. It rose from the horizon a glorious ball of flame sending zombies back into their shelters. The zombies looked at it with fear in their eyes. The zombies tickling his armpits immediately stood fully up and shuffled away in search of shade. The zombie claw mutant that held Sam down released and followed the other two. But the zombie licking his feet was determined to tickle Sam until every last bit of strength and soul was laughed and licked out of Sam soaked feet.
As the zombie holding him down left, he tried to kick at the zombie with his foot in its mouth, but Sam was still laughing extremely,and his screams still echoed in the forest. He tried to fight back, but he was too exhausted from the hours upon hours of brutal, merciless, rigorous tickling. Then the licking zombie took Sam’s foot out of his mouth with Sam still lying in the grass, unable to resist whatever the zombie was planning.
The licking zombie also stood up, but did not run away. He grabbed Sam’s ankle and started to drag him to whatever tickle hell of a place he came from. Sam knew that if he was to be taken to where are the zombies are, it would be in the shade, then he would tickled far worse that he previously he previously endoured, and he would be tickled until he died. He attempted to kick back at the zombie who was making a slow pace back to his zombie den. He managed to kick his leg loose, but was soon grabbed up again, as he lacked the strength to stand up. The licking zombie was not looking well, as even in the minor shade of forest, he was still burning up at fast rate and would soon be turned to ashes, if he did not find a more suitable shelter.
Then Sam saw it, the forest den of zombies. It was a large underground area. The entrance appeared to be half as wide as a football field. Sam was only 30 feet away from being dragged to this tickle hell. He saw zombies of all types, normal, licking ones, venoms, runners, the trapper claw ones, and thousands of other zombie mutants. They all came close to edge of the underground cave. A few would try to run out to help the burning up zombie, but quickly fled back in the cave.
They were only 10 feet away, and zombie arms were reaching out at Sam trying grab him, and drag him into their den. But the zombie dragging him looked like a walking pile of ashes. Sam tried to grab anything he could hold onto, but only managed to grab grass, then his palm ran over something rather sharp, a rock! They were only 4 feet away from the entrance, when Sam, with the last of his energy, threw it at the zombie, causing him to fall over to ground and crumble into ashes. The zombies continued to reach to try to grab Sam, but with no success. Sam flipped over from his back onto his stomach. He started to crawl away back to his home when he felt something wet on his left foot. It was a zombie tongue, as it managed to shoot out it’s many tongues and barley lick the ends of his toes as he crawled away causing him to laugh aloud. Still being only in his underwear, the soft grass tickled his stomach as he army crawled across it, causing him to form a slight smile, and even snicker every so often.
He crawled home, back to his tree house where he thought he would be safe from the zombies. Sam is only safe as long as the sun is out, and as long as zombies don’t become smart enough to use umbrellas. When the night comes, he will no longer be safe, as the zombies do indeed remember scents, sounds, laughters, and most importantly, they remember the location of his tree house. As for when the night comes, and although he does not know it yet, but Sam is not safe, as that ‘torture’ was practically nothing compared to what it soon to come knocking at his front door (btw leave a comment if you like or dislike, although don’t be a complete dick about it, if it wasn’t your cup of tea).
(END OF PART 4 there will be a part 5 coming out tomorrow)
Sam thought that he had endured the worst tickling zombies could do to a person. While he was kicking, screaming, and begging for it to end, there is still so much worse that can and will happen to Sam.
Sam was had made it back to his treehouse, and by now he was walking. He saw his destroyed clothes lying on the grass just outside. He was glad his tickling experience was over, and he never wants to do that again. Well at least that’s what Sam told himself. He actually kind of likes being tickled, but never to that extreme measure of things. Although his armpits and feet are bright red from being tickled he can’t say that he completely hated it. Sam is once again glad that they didn’t find his most ticklish spot, as even just poking or pinching that spot will causing him to go into a pure silent laughing chaos.
He knew that the zombies would be coming back, but that’s all he knew. He doesn’t know how many are coming, or of what types, just that they are coming, and in greater numbers than before. Sam must be ready to fend on countless zombies with incredible tickling abilities, but seeing as he is all out of weapons and clothes he does not know how.
Sam can’t go back into the city. He can’t go get more of anything. He has no clothes. He had no weapons. All his has is food, water, blankets. Sam lacked faith in his survival through the night.
It was about noon and Sam still heard laughter from the city. He felt bad for the beings who have been tickled for weeks in row, but he thought better them than him, or at least that’s what he thinks.
The sun had gone down, and the zombies had come out. This time they were not gonna make the same mistake of waiting to bring Sam to their den. But first they need to get him.
Sam was sitting in his second floor window. He looked up out of the window and saw the gray clouds in the sky. He felt the fast wind blow across his face. It felt good in the heat of the night. He then felt a water droplet fall fall onto his nose. It sent is small shiver down his spine. He felt another and another fall. Soon he could hear them banging against the roof about his head. The temperature a dropped to 55 (fahrenheit) now, and being in his boxer covered in blankets, he remained cold. Sam looked out the window and saw what he feared all night.
In the low fog across the ground, he saw them, or at least a small portion of them, about 300 hundred runner zombies, all came sprinting towards his tree house. They had little hope of knocking down the tree itself. They continuously ran at the tree, but were having trouble climbing it in the slick rain. Before they came, Sam destroyed all of the ladder’s steps up to the tree house. Some of runners were jumping, trying to grab hold of the bottom of the tree house, but they could only scrape the bottom wood floor of it, and never penetrate the wood to grab into it. They were struggling to climb into the treehouse. Sam was thankful that they haven't found the way in.
Then the zombies did something rather intelligent for them. They grabbed rocks and began throwing a the floor of the tree house, which punctured numerous holes in it. They jumped up to grab the holes in the floor of the tree house, and then proceeded to smash more holes with rock into it. They did this for about 20 minutes, until one of them created a large enough hole that they could fit through.
Sam heard the zombies break through the floor, but he is not super concerned, for Sam has a plan, a plan to escape.
About 10 zombies had now crawled through multiple holes in the floors, and now stood on the first floor which was about 12’ by 12’ across, composed entirely of plywood. The zombies then proceeded to climb through hatch in first floor ceiling that leads to the second, with more and more flooding into the first floor room. 3 runner zombies had climbed into the second floor bedroom, expecting to find a ticklish Sam to bring back to their cave. All they found was a bundle of blankets.
Little did the zombies know that Sam had escaped long before they climbed through the floor. Sam had crawled up out of house into the tree connected to it, and then proceeded to make his way across several other trees.
Sam was now climbing through the trees and making his way away from the zombies. He could hear their enraged grunts and shouts in the distance behind him.
He currently wore a cloak made from bed sheets that did well to protect him from the rain, but did little to protect him from tickling (and of course his boxers).
After his climbed several hundred feet away from his probably destroyed tree house, he climbed back down to the ground. He made his way across the forest for quite some time. He had walked nearly a half mile in the rain. He came across a few zombies here and there, but no mutant ones. He could hear the runners running after his scent as they chased him through the forest. As he ran through the forest not really looking to where he was going, but more so to get away.
He happened to trip across an exposed tree root in the ground, which he caught his foot and tumbled to the ground, he unluckily continued falling for about 6 more feet as there was a small cliff near the tree. His cloak had fallen off in the tumble, and then proceed to blow away in the wind, leaving just his boxers. He happened to land face first in the dirt, lying right below 2 zombies and trapper, and a screamer (for those of you who don’t know what a screamer is a normal tickling zombie, but it screams to get the attention of other zombies).
He was almost immediately scooped up by the trapper, as it’s two claws wrapped around his wrists, and held him dangling a foot in the air, feeling totally helpless to what tickle torture was soon to come. The two zombies looked at Sam dumbfounded. They the screamer let out a devastating cry that must have attracted every zombie in the area. Sam could hear the runners running across the grass. There running and heavy footsteps could be felt in vibrations in the ground. Sam knows that he is done for.
The screamer stops is yelling and then proceeds to look Sam, almost mocking his inability to do anything.
Sam pleads with the mindless tickle creature, “Please just let me go. I can’t be tickled Not like this. Not like thiiiiiiiiiis. HEEEY STOOOOOOOOP THAHAHAHAHHAT!”
As the zombies clearly did not understand his pleads, so the screamer put it’s face on Sam’s stomach, and with all it’s lungs blew a big loud raspberry right into his belly button. You could see his thin stomach bounce and jiggle in vibration, as saliva bounced off the stomach and a stream of it rolled down his stomach. The claw zombie just stood there, holding Sam up and helpless for the screamers torment. The screamer sucked in another big breath a blew another raspberry right below the bellybutton, almost at his waist line. Sam yelled even louder than before and pleaded for it to stop, but his please went un answer.
The screamer moved even lower, to the point where it had to pull down Sam’s underpants partially. It then blew another and another and another in the same spot.
This of course sent Sam into hysterics, making him ball his eyes, as he said between gasps of his laughing breath, “HAHAHAHAHA PLEAAAAAAHAHAHAHASE don’t STOOOAOAOOOOAHAHP THIIIIIS TOOORTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAARRRE!”
Then the runners caming running in to see Sam being tickled intensly. The 300 hundred runners were all there ready to take Sam away to be tickled for the zombies to feed upon his laughter. About 10 of the each grabbed a body part putting 2 on each arm and leg, one the waist, and one at the chest. Then they ran away to the zombie den with Sam as their ticklish prisoner.
(END OF PART 5 there will be a part 6 coming out tomorrow)
Sam felt the grip of each zombie, as it tightened around his body. He could feel each finger intruding into every exposed part of his body, dragging him to his ticklish doom. The running zombies howled with delight, as they have finally captured their ultimate prey. Sam knew that they were soon to be at the cave full of every type of mutant from claw- trappers to venom. Just the thought of a venom zombie made Sam shrivel up in fear.
While Sam was immobilized in his arms, legs, and torso, he could still move his head around, as he was carried through the forest. He looked up to see the large cave, just a fifty or so yards away. He gulped, and tried to shake out of his current predicament. He had no such success with that as all he could was wiggle, but their hands never let go. The cave was nearly upon him now, just a few yards away, and he could hear the infinite roars of celebration and victory coming from the cave. He hoped the sun would come out once more and save, yet not such luck prevail. All he could see above him was the clouded not sky, with occasional glimpses of stars dwildling. He thought that this would be the last time he would every see the sky, and light for that matter. The sky was now gone, as he had reached the cave of tickling.
He was not put down and immediately tickled till death, no, he was brought to the inner caverns of the cave. Sam started panicking and his heartbeat and breathing intensified. His headed darted back and forth, all along the the cave for any signs of venoms, but he was none. He was shocked, and in great confusion as to where they had gone to. The runner continued to carry him deeper, to the point where he could not see the light anymore, and everything was pitch black. He felt a cool air rush over him, as the runner zombies carried him throughout the tunnels, but then he saw something, a light at the end of the tunnel. He could see his surroundings once more, and it horrified him. Before all he heard was the groans and moans of zombies, but now he saw the thousands of mutant zombies that resided within the cave; each and everyone of them couldn’t wait to get a finger, hand, tongue, claw or something else on Sam. The light was getting brighter, and was he saw was awful. There was a giant circular stone pit, at least 500 feet in diameter. It had a very bright light source in the middle, though Sam could not identify what it was. The walls were about 10 feet tall made of a smooth tan sandstone, that created a steep bowl like shape. He was brought closer to the edge of the pit by the runner zombies. Then he saw what was inside, and it terrified him to hise core. In the pit were thousands upon thousands of Venom zombies.
Sam immediately yelled, “No,no, no, no,no, do-o-o-on’t put me in there.” As he tried to shake out the many zombies grip, with no success.
The runner zombies had stopped moving, and let Sam’s sweaty bare soles dangle over the edge. The venom zombies, saw the sexy feet, and immediately want to tickle them. They all shuffled over to the part of the pit where Sam was; his feet were dangling in about 2 feet over the edge and into the pit. He could feel the runners grip start to loosen on his upper body, as the tried to kick himself up against the smooth wall, that was at, about and 80 degree angle. He only managed to kick down a few pebbles. The Venoms started scratching at his soles. There was about 10 of them in feet length of Sam. With each touch of each and every proding finger, he could feel himself become more sensitive to touch, and as the immediate results, become indelibly more ticklish.
Just the scratching of the very bottom of his feet made him laugh crazily, “HEEEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHEHEHE, PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSEE PUUUUAHAHHAHAAHAHLLL MEEEEEHEHEHEH UUUUUUUAHAHAHAP!”
He had never felt this kind of torture before, and it was just his feet, driving him to these levels, but with each scraped of the hundreds of fingers that scratched at his feet, his level of ticklishness continued to rise.
The runner zombies lowered him by another foot or so, and almost instantly, Sam felt the hand’s of the venom grab onto his ankles and feet and pull him downwards to the pit of thousands of Venoms. The venoms however stopped tickling him, and started to drag Sam to the something near the center of the pit. As Sam felt the hundreds the hands on him, his ticklishness increased to the point where just but being carried by the venoms, would cause him
to laugh mildly. It kept on increasing with every finger, by every second. Then he was thrown down onto the floor, where a restraint stayed waiting for him.
It appeared to be relatively simple There were 2 metal bars, each sticking vertically up, and each one had a metal cuff on the end, and they were about 5 feet apart; they were standing about 7 feet off the ground. Sam was thrown into the restraint, and the cuffs closed around his wrists and soon as they collided, leaving the 5 and half foot Sam’s toes barely scraping the floor. Sam’s ticklish has increased by nearly 7 times his normal amount. Even the slightest touch of his soft delicate toes on the floor, made him laugh. The breeze flowing in the cave, made him tingle and tickle as well. The venoms were still not tickling Sam yet, and it felt as if they were toying with him, or buttering him up per say, as they continued to increase his ticklishes to 10 times his normal ticklishness. Even the air was driving him to hysterics, he wasn’t even being touch and he was yelling for them to stop.
The Venom zombies seemed like expert ticklers, while there were nearly 3 thousand of them, they didn’t all just gang tickle him at once. They knew that they had to break Sam, before finishing him off. They had to get as much laughter out of him, and feed on the poor 18 year old for the longest time.
Samuel felt 2 zombies pick up his legs, one on each ankle, and put him into a chair like position. They wrapped their arms around each leg, to hold Sam in place, while he squirmed out of ticklish agony. The Venoms holding his legs still continued to increase his ticklishness to 11 times by now. Even as the Venoms holding his legs, tickled him incredibly putting him into a laughing mess
“HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAA OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH MAAKE EEEEEEET STOOOOOAHAAAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHPP, I’LL DO ANYHEHEHEHEHEHEHHTHHHAHAHAHAHAHNG!”
2 more Venoms approached his delicious sexy sweaty salty soles, that were covered in a bit of dust. He tanned feet were now covered in a thin layer dust, and what better way than to lick it off. The 2 Venoms, nearly in sinc, grabbed the bottom part of his of arch to hold it still, and with the other hand bent back and spread out each individual ticklish toes. They opened their mouths to reveal a long 8 inch black tongue, that was covered in some clear ticklish increasing saliva. Then the Venoms started lapping his toes, goes left to right, back and forth, the going into each.
“HAHAHAHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHEHEHE, MYYYYYYYEYEEYEYEYYEEEEEE TOOOOOOOOOEEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSSSSSSSSSS!” Sam cried.
This made Sam go berzerk, the ticklishness on his feet nearly doubled from before, leaving him at 20 times more ticklish than before, from the tickling saliva. Venoms went back and forth between each toes, sometimes putting individual toes or the entire row of them, into their mouths, where the circled the toes with their long gooey tongue. Then they went lower on his foot and started lapping their tongues up and down his soles. They went from all the way down to his arches, to the very top of his big toe. Some of the other Venoms just couldn’t wait to get a taste of his feet, and 4 more joined the feet tickling, puting three on each foot. Each Venom would take different parts of the toes, soles, arches, even top of the foot.
As Sam screamed, “MMMMOOOEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHRRREEE OOOOOOFFFFF YYYYOHAHAHAHAAHHEHEHHAHAHOOOU, NOOOOOOOOOOOOO MMMMMMMMOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHRREEEEEEEEE!”
A few more Venoms jumped in and started spider tickling behind his knees. The scratched and tickled him all across the lower half of his legs. Sam shook and shook his cuff, but they didn’t even move and inch. He tried to kick his legs free, but the Venoms didn’t even budge. Sam felt warm tears start to fall from his eyes, and flow down his face onto the floor. His completely helpless sweaty body was still increasing in ticklish and it destroyed him. Sam is nearly 28 times more ticklish, and it’s only getting worse.
Sam couldn’t think or function, all he could do was laugh and cry and laugh and cry. One of the venoms made a loud yell as 6 more venoms started tickling Sam, adding to 16 total. One went to each foot, and started licking all across the toes, soles, and the wrinkles that started to form in his salty soles, as a result of the enormous amount of saliva coming from the tickling tongues. The other 4 started went to his armpits, two on each one. Inside his sweaty tasty armpits, one Venom on each pit licked inside and out, all the way up to his elbows, was covered in ticklish goodness. The other Venoms would go crazy tickling with their fingers, and spider ticking in the sweaty hollow of the armpits.
Sam yelled, “DOOOOEOEOEOEOEEHEHEHEHEHEHNNNNNTTTTTT LIIIIIIIEEEIEIEIECCKKKK MMMYYYYYYHAHAHAYAHAAAYHYAHHAYHAY PIIIEEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHHEEHEHEHHEHEEHHETTTTTTTTSSSSSSS! TTTHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHATTTTTSSSSS GGGRRRROOOEHEHHEHEHEOOOHEHEHSSSSSSSS!”
The Venoms continued to lick every inch on his deliciously ticklish feet, spider tickle him in the back of the knee, and lick and scratch all throughout the hollows of his armpits, but Sam’s tickling was not done yet.
Next, Sam saw 10 more Venoms coming forward to tickle him tell he died. 7 of the Venoms went for his upper body. 2 started to tickle his ribs, 2 more on his stomach, 2 on his sides, and one blowing raspberries onto his stomach. Sam felt each and every vibration of the Venom blowing raspberries, as saliva dripped down from his belly button into his boxers, then forming a puddle on the floor. The other 2 Venoms went to go tickle him all across his neck, from the sides, up to his trachea. The final Venom out of the 26 that were torturing the poor ticklish Sam went in between his legs and started to tickle Sam’s most ticklish spot his thighs.
In between screams of laughter, Sam said, “Nononononono not there, please no, that my worst spoooooHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHEHEAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Sam knew it was only a matter of time before they found his most ticklish spot, his thighs. The crazy spider tickling of his thighs being tickled sent him into a silent screaming laughter. The other Venoms noticed the result from tickling the thighs. The other venoms just couldn’t resist and longer. They all rushed in to tickle Sam. They covered every single inch (every inch) of his entire body, tearing his boxers to shreds. The crazy intense tickling and licking caused Sam to not only go into a silent laughter and cry, but to piss himself as well. He could feel every part of his body being tickled to its max content. He was screaming begging for it to end. His ticklish sensitivity was nearly 50 times greater than anything he had ever experienced before, and it drove him mad. There were so many Venoms tickling Sam, that he couldn’t even see the floor beneath him, The thousands of Venoms were all storming towards Sam screaming body trying to get a finger, hand, or tongue on his sensitive skin.
Sam knew he couldn’t take much more of this. He wanted to faint, pass out, or even die. Anything would be better than the tickling torture he was experiencing. Sam felt that all of his sweat was licked off, and his body soaked in the ticklish saliva, causing him to mildly wrinkle up. He screamed out, “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH MAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKEEEHEHEHEH IIIIIIITTTTTTTTT EHEHEHEHEHEHNNNNNDDDDD!”
And End it did. Sam’s breath became, rapid, his vision blurry, and then darkness clouded his eye, he wished to never wake up from this sleep, and to end his tickling nightmare.
