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April was a simple girl. She was not the brightest, the bravest or the most capable; average on all accounts. Except maybe appearance – not that she was supermodel material either, but on that front she knew she was a notch above the average, especially thanks to her petite size, larger-than-average breasts and overall pleasing figure. She loved pop culture in all its forms – movies, series, anime, games, you name it; if it was nerdy and popular, there was a good chance she was into it.
And while the girl may be the very definition of average, that fateful day was anything but – it was her birthday after all! Unfortunately, a birthday spent alone; university had brought her far from home and the pandemic had kept her there. And, of course, she was not the most sociable gal out there. As such, she did her own best birthday program – eat candy while watching stuff!
Right now, specifically, she was watching Avengers: Endgame, right on the tails of watching Infinity War as a marathon. Even after a few years, she still couldn’t get over how great of a villain Thanos was. He was strong, smart, had a perfect plan and executed it masterfully. It was honestly a bit frustrating that the heroes managed to undo his work with time travel shenanigans pulled straight out of their asses!
Yeah, Thanos should have won. And in fact, this was a regular problem to all the stories she watched. The villains were always smarter, stronger, more interesting, just plain better than the heroes – and yet, they always lost in the end, usually in pretty pathethic manners! The more she thought about that, the more she realized how much it frustrated her. April felt herself getting irrationally worked up about this.
She went to the window, staring at the starry sky, trying to calm down her anger; she knew it was a silly issue, and that she was acting a bit childish, but still – it said a lot about the values our society upholds, no? That morality is so much more important than competency. As someone who always prided herself on her competency and perseverance, it ended up impacting the girl.
Something caught her attention: a shooting star. April decided to make a wish: She wanted the heroes of the world to pay someday. She wanted the villains to have a field trip; to beat and humiliate them. Maybe a show with those elements, something like that. She wanted the smartest, most capable guys to win in the end, doesn’t matter if they were right or wrong.
Then, the girl chuckled at herself. She was being silly, that’s for sure. Maybe she should have wished for something better, like a new car or to get a great job and be rich. Oh well, too late now; shrugging, she went to brush her teeth and get ready for sleep. As she laid in her bed, waiting for slumber to take her, she couldn’t help but think on her wish though, on heroes being defeated and humiliated, bowing at her feet as the ultimate empress of evil.
She drifted off with a smile on her face.
She woke up to screams. Confused, she got up, only to realize she was no longer home. That terrified her; how the fuck did that happen? Where was she? Looking around, all April could see was stone; stone walls, stone floor, stone ceiling, all dimly lit, dirty and moldy. It looked like some sort of medieval dungeon. The girl herself was no longer wearing her pajamas; instead, she had casual, everyday clothes. Her favourites, in fact – black shirt, ripped jeans, and her favourite jacket.
As April collected her bearings, she analyzed the environment a bit better. She was in at the beginning of a large coridoor, with a door firmly shut behind her. After a few unsuccessful attempts to open it, she decided her best course of action was to explore the path ahead. And so she did. As she walked down the long coridoor, the screams got louder; a cacophony of multiple voices. They didn’t seem to be saying anything in specific, although it was still too distant and muffled for her to be sure.
It didn’t take long for her to find something interesting; after a few minutes, she walked up to another door, similar to the one behind her, made of thick wood. The door was inserted in a stone arch, which had letters inscribed in the stone itself: “The Hero Hall of Shame”.
Huh. Her mind rushed back to her wish. Was that... the wish becoming true?
Anxious, she pushed the door and, to her delight, this one was unlocked and opened when she did.
The sounds became much clearer now; in fact, they hit her like a shockwave when she opened the heavy doors. They were screams, but not exactly the types of screams she expected. They even seemed to be mixed with... Laughter?
Before she could think about anything else, however, a figure walked up to her.
“Why hello, Ms. April! We were waiting for you!” She recognized the figure; a man in clown makeup and purple suit, with a wicked, scary smile stopped right in front of her. His aura was threathening and April couldn’t prevent herself from flinching as The Joker came closer. He realized that and laughed in his own trademarked evil way. “Why, no need to be scared! I’m not going to hurt you, don’t worry. In this hall, we villains stand together!”
The hall she was in was extremely large; probably a few stores in height. The ground floor had some people chatting here and there; people she recognized from a myriad of shows, comics, movies and video-games. Without exception, all villains of their own stories. Still, she couldn’t gather where the loud, desperate laughter came from, at least not from that floor. April did notice, however, that the hall extended horizontally, with coridoors branching from the central hall, as well as doors that led to various rooms; she could see through a semi-opened pair of doors and observed what seemed to be a restaurant inside, and was left to wonder what other facilities this place housed in that floor alone.
Further ahead, a large staircase divided itself both right and left, leading to the next floor. It was extremely tall and, while she could barely see what existed beyond that, she could see, from the handrails on the walkways of each floor, that there were multiple floors. What existed in each one was impossible to say as well, as the handrails were large and fully covered by solid wood.
“Woah...” April couldn’t avoid basking. “How big is this thing?”
“Honestly, not even I know. It has a few floors, but it’s big enough horizontally to contain every single despicable hero or heroine in existance!” He said, with a grand gesture that made April giggle. “Want me to show you around, mademoseille?” He asked, extending his hand to her.
“Why, sure!” She replied, grabbing it and allowing herself to be guided.
As they ascended the stairs, the sounds became louder and clearer; whatever was making them seemed to inhabit those upper floors.
The sight that welcomed her when she turned to analyze the floor left her speechless. The floor expanded with coridoors to the right and left, as well, of course, as the walkways that bordered the central opening. The protective handrails were too big for her to look over, but if they didn’t exist, she would be capable of looking downwards directlly into the central hall on the ground floor.
As she looked around, she started realizing that this place was not only huge vertically, but horizontally as well; in fact, probably much bigger in that dimension than on the first. She peeked into the coridoors that branched left and right from the staircase, and saw the infinite – she couldn’t see where it ended, only that it branched out multiple times, with more coridoors intersecting with the one she was looking at. It was a bit hard on the eyes too, with strong, vibrant colors.
“Come. I’ll show you the first floor.” The Joker said, continuing to guide her. She followed, observing that this place was constituted of two major things: Coridoors and rooms. As she started walking by them, she observed their contents, and the source of the laughter became clear.
Most of those rooms had showcase windows that allowed any passerbies to peek into their content – as many did, April and Joker now and then encountering someone, always a villain, watching the rooms through the showcases, or entering them directly through wooden doors of all shapes and sizes. As she walked by them, April started to get the impression this place was some sort of museum, or maybe a zoo – a demented, perverse one.
Because those rooms housed people. More specifically, characters from fictions. Heroes from fiction. Restrained heroes, tied up or chained down in all sorts of implements, machines, bondage equipment.
And they weren’t simply for display. Oh no. This show was not merely visual, but also tactile. The heroes, without exception, were being tormented, almost all of them with... tickling?
Yeah, that explained the laughter – and raised a million other questions.
“What...”
“You like it? It was my idea!” Joker said, adding his own cackling laughter to the cacophony. “As we started to build this hall, we wanted to punish these damn heroes. So I proposed tickling! It is torturous and can be used for long, but doesn’t harm the subject. This way they can be tortured every day, over and over, forever!”
April looked at the nearest showcase; inside, she could see a girl, white hair and scantily clad in a soft blue babydoll that left very little for the imagination. Behind her, an extremely handsome man with long white hair and black clothes adorned with white shoulder pads dug his gloved fingers into her armpits, which were exposed, her hands tied to the ceiling. The girl was clearly in a struggle between trying to flee from the fingers and not struggling so hard that her breasts – which were quite large – would escape her clothes and leave her exposed. The girl’s face had a fierce, pissed-off look, but it was hard to distinguish that amidst the crazed forced laughter.
April recoiled a bit, putting herself in the girl’s shoes and thinking how crazy she would go if she was being tickled like that; she had always been excessively ticklish, and seeing something like that was like a vision from pure hell for the timid girl.
“W-who is the girl?” She asked eventually, after forcing her mind out of those thoughts.
“Some bitch from a Japanese game. Starts with K. Who cares! This is floor one, the funzone. Here the Heroes are exposed for our entertainment. Anyone can enter any unoccupied room and have their way with the hero that is restrained there.”
“It does sounds fun! Can I try it?” She asked, excited.
“Of course, my dear! Let’s take a walk, see if you find someone you enjoy.”
And so they did; soon, April was completely lost in the labyrinth of never-ending corridors. However, the Joker seemed pretty confident on his walk, so she figured she would be safe as long as she was with him. One incredible property of that place was that the characters somehow seemed to be both real and fictitious – they had exactly the appearance they had on their original medium, but also felt... right in the real world, somehow, no matter if it was a huge-eyed anime girl or a 3D model of a video-game character. It was the most perfect sensation of fantasy brought to life, probably only made possible by a healthy dose of dream logic.
Even then, when she started meeting people that were actually real – like those from movies – they stood out, maybe simply because they were easier for her brain to picture. Inside a room that had been crafted to resemble a circus, she saw two people she recognized: an asian guy and a blond girl, wearing blue and pink respectively. Preston and Sarah, from Power Rangers: Ninja Steel! In this case, the colors were restricted to the few garments they were allowed to keep; both were tied down to a table, wearing loose shorts of their respective colors and, in Sarah’s case, a pink gym top and, weirdly, shoes (and socks, of course – also of the same color). Not the most protective garments, which was made clear by their constant laughter as a pair of big, colored feathers floated around, teasing them in different spots every few seconds – except their soles, of course. The feathers seemed to be mocking them, for each had the color of the other – the pink feather teasing Preston as the blue tickled Sarah.
“Can we get in there?” She asked the Joker.
“Why, sure!” He replied, dragging her in by the hand. “I think I met the guy responsible for this room before; he was a circus jester of some kind. Quite a fellow. But right now he seems to be away... must be having his own fun with someone else!” April realized he must have been talking about Cosmo Royale.
She stepped closer to the rangers, watching their predicament. Sarah was the first to notice her presence; the pink ranger seemed to realize she was new around here.
“Shahahahavvehehehe yohohouhuhurrsehehehelff whihihihillehehehe yohohohou cahahahahannn!!” She said amidst her torment; the feather seemed to dislike it, because it shined for a moment and multiplied, becoming two; both of them started sliding up and down her armpits, making her squeal. “NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”
“She doesn’t need saving, idiot! She’s on OUR side!” Joker said, and Sarah’s eyes widened for a moment – before being forced shut as a reaction as the feathers sped up.
“Exactly!” She taunted, joining in on the fun. Sarah was happy to be in this room; she always had a particular hatred for the Power Rangers. They were buffoons! They were super disorganized, often squabbled amongst themselves, had the weirdest plans... They were the embodiment of everything she hated on a hero! “You should worry more about yourself!” She said, digging into her ribs; Sarah’s eyes popped open once again, and her laughter turned into a shrill shriek of pure despair. The Joker laughed, apparently pleased with her enthusiasm. The feathers drifted off, leaving their post since guests had arrived.
“That’s the way to go, girl!” He said, as he started tickling Sarah himself, making the pink girl squirm as his hands squeezed her thighs and teased her hips. Sarah noticed that the Joker was very skilled at this; his hands had an expert dexterity, always making sure to extract the most laughter from every attack. The girl decided to stop, letting him take the helm, watching a master at work. Sarah seemed to barely notice there was one less pair of hands working on her; the Joker switched from spot to spot so fluidly that it barely made a difference.
Smirking, she decided to go to Preston. He was staring at her with fearful eyes, obviously conflicted between wanting to spare Sarah from further torment and afraid to become himself the center of attention.
“Oh, don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you! Joker, keep working on her!” She said, only slightly aware she had just given a supervillain an order. Joker, however, merely laughed.
“Yes ma’am!”
She took off his shows and started tickling his soles, making Preston jump in the table. Try as he might, his bondage prevented him from retracting his feet and sparing himself the torment. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide from the prodding fingers that assaulter his soles.
They spent a few minutes tormenting the excessively ticklish couple. Joker even played a game trying to turn one against the other, offering to stop tickling Sarah if she asked, on the condition he would tickle Preston twice as hard. April joined in the fun, also adopting a more flirtatuous and sexual edge, bitting his ear and kissing his chest now and them. With time she was sure they could turn one against the other, but after a while, Joker proposed they did something different.
“While this is fun, I still have the whole place to show you. Do you really want to just stay here?”
“Nah, let’s go!” April said. Before leaving, however, she had an idea. She could see the two rangers looking at each other, relieved, even though they were struggling to catch her breath and with tears in their eyes. She could see that they were hopeful – the torment had ended and they had endured. She needed to do something to snuff out that silly hope.
She removed the shoes from Sarah, and grabbed one of them, as well as one from Preston. Using the shoelaces, she tied one over the face of the other, forcing them to stay immersed in the foul stench of the sweaty feet of their partners.
As April prepared the gag, both Rangers looked at each other, enjoying the very brief respite they were getting from the tickles.
“Sarah… I… I lov— HMMPPFFF” His confession was cut short as April shoved the sock into his mouth.
“You… You monster!” Sarah cried, glaring at April. The girl just smirked. She leaned closer to gag the Pink ranger as well, but the girl resisted, closing her mouth.
“Listen, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Be a good girl, open your mouth, or I swear to God I’ll tickle you until you’re crying – and I’ll do it twice as bad to him.”
That seemed to break Sarah’s already shaken spirit. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth slightly, like a good girl, allowing April to gag her, shedding small tears of humiliation. She did glare furiously at April when the gag was ready. Both of them were left to lament, soft “Hmmppffs” being all that managed to go through the gags. Those gagged sounds became considerably more desperate as the feathers came back to torment them while April and Joker went away.
“Where to now, Joker?”
“I want to show you the second floor. I think you’ll enjoy it!” They walked back to the stairway, and crossed the hall to the other side, where there was another staircase leading up. They went through it; once again, the staircase was extremely tall, much more than it seemed at first glance. When it was finally over, they were in a new floor.
Here, the laughter was louder. While the Funzone was filled with giggles, this floor’s background noise were mad cackles. Also, something else... Occasional moans.
The colors had also shifted; the previous floor had rooms filled with soft blues and bright yellows. This place was red, pink and violet.
“What is this floor?”
“This is the Lustzone. This place is a lot more limited than the previous floor; there’s a fixed quote of a few hundred heroes who are put here each week. We usually decide it by chance, but misbehaving heroes can be sentenced to stay here for minor infractions.”
“And the major infractions?”
“These go up there.” He said, pointing at the ceiling, indicating, of course, the next floor. “You’ll see when we get there. For now, let’s have a look around?”
Once again she followed him, watching the rooms as they passed through them. In this floor, it was common to see the heroes nude or close to that. The moans were also quickly explained; the torture in this floor was far more sexual in nature. She stopped to watch by a room in which she saw two villains playing with a hero: Straight from the Batman cartoon in the 90s, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy surrounded the fit, muscular frame of a black-haired amazon stripped topless, only a red and blue bottom covering her womanhood. It was Wonder Woman, straight from the comics!
And they were wrecking her. She was suspended in the air, spread-eagle by Poison Ivy’s vines with her feet restrained in front of her by more plants. Normally, as April well knew, she wouldn’t have much trouble getting free from them, but probably something in that place nullified the Amazon’s powers, leaving her completely at their mercy. On each armpit, three more vines were at work, scribbling around with their pointy ends. It was very clear that they were driving Diana insane, but she didn’t have the strength to recoil her arms. Behind her, Harley teased one nipple with one hand, and the other she used to rub the covered womanhood of Wonder Woman, occasionally extracting moans of pleasure from her. But the moans were quickly cut by strong laughter, extracted by Ivy, who was standing in front of the proud Amazon, scratching her soles without mercy, intensifying the tickles whenever the pleasure became too strong.
“For a warrior you have such soft and tender feet, Diana. I wonder how much you spent on skincare – and where so much vanity came from. Maybe your time in the mortal realm have eroded the proud Amazon spirit? Maybe that’s why you ended up defeated and captured by us?” She teased. Diana tried to protest, but between the pouring of laughter and the occasional moans bursting through, there simply wasn’t oxygen left for speech. She was crying, which April found so hot – proud warrior broken down like this – and trying to hide her face in shame.
April felt herself getting steamy; the situation had appeal on both ends. She would pay good money to have the beautiful Diana at her mercy like that. At the same time, the idea of being caressed and receive attention from the duo of Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn also had a lot of appeal… Maybe with a little less tickling though. God, she would just DIE if she was being tormented like that, with how ticklish she was!
On a different booth, a few rooms to the right, someone else caught April’s attention: A short-haired, black-haired young man with delicate features, tied up standing to a pole, currently nude but with his usual clothes laying by the corner of the room, a grey open shirt, purple rope belt, blue cloth and black pants, all in the style of ancient samurai warriors. She recognized him immediately, as he had always been one of her biggest animated crushes: Sasuke Uchiha, from Naruto! His grown-up version, of course, from the Shippuden portion of the story. April couldn’t stop herself from getting closer.
“Have fun, I’ll stay around here until when you’re done, okay?” Joker said with a wink, as he entered the booth in which Wonder Woman was being tormented, deciding to join his fellow villainesses on the fun.
Sasuke was currently not being tormented by anyone, although he clearly had been until just recently; he was still panting, out of breath, with blushed skin. More importantly, he still presented a half-erection, which made April blush, but also got the girl even more excited.
The ninja noticed the approach of the girl, and glared at her with anger-filled eyes.
“Who… are you?”
“Uhh, my name is April.” She said, unable to contain her awkwardness. The confident girl embracing her villainous side had vanished under the gaze of that handsome man she had fantasized about for so long.
Sasuke didn’t reply instantly. April could see that he wanted to tell her to go fuck herself, but also that he had already learned the dreadfulness of the situation he was in, and that angering his tormentors rarely brought good results. At the same time, he was far too proud to beg for her to release him. Instead, he just continued to glare at her, sustaining the awkward silence.
April closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, trying to control herself. How silly she was being! This was just a dream! She was here to indulge in her fantasies, not to act like a schoolgirl! She opened them back again, now with a smirk.
“Well, your luck has run out, boy.” She said, stepping closer. “Hope you have recovered already, because you’re my plaything now.”
Sasuke narrowed his eyes in fury.
“I… I don’t fear you.” He replied, defiantly, but his voice betrayed him.
“Let’s see if we can change that.” She said, stepping closer and moving behind him. She savored his light squirms for a moment, in anticipation to what was about to happen, before digging her hands into his sides.
The boy tried to resist, but he caved in quickly, as he was already tired from the previous ordeal. It didn’t take long for laughter to start pouring out, his voice raspy and boyish as he laughed his head off. April savored the moment, enjoying the empowering sensation of making a man – a powerful one, one she always crushed on – dance with a touch of her fingertips.
She slid her fingers upward, caressing his chest, his navel, his triceps, his underarms, using her tactile feedback to gauge where the boy was more sensitive. She was very amused by his reaction as her fingers traveled through his nipples, as Sasuke clearly struggled to contain a few soft moans.
“Oh my, is someone getting excited from this?” She provoked, teasing them harder. Inexperienced as she was with boys, she never suspected those spots could be sensitive on the masculine anatomy as much as they were on the feminine.
But her musings didn’t last long; she had screams to extract from the desperate man, and that task demanded all her focus. His upperbody was quite sensitive, but so far it was lacking that explosive reaction, that jackpot spot that breaks down the will and brings forth utter despair. As such, she started exploring lower.
It didn’t take long. She started exploring his waist and groin, a bit timidly – once again, the virgin side of her flourishing as her hands approached his half-erect member – but as she started noticing his reaction, her inhibition fell off. The boy was TICKLISH around his shaft; thankfully he also seemed to shave down there, as she found no hairy obstacles to her prodding fingers.
“Ooohhh, this is the spot!” She teased him again as she scratched his groin and squeezed his hips. Sasuke’s laughter increased a notch, and finally she got a modicum of begging.
“NOHOHOHOHOHHO!! STOHOHOHPP!!” The powertrip April was in skyrocketed. Okay, rationally speaking, Sasuke was already worn out when she stepped up. This didn’t stop her from feeling like a badass domme, breaking down the mighty Sasuke.
“If only you hadn’t been defeated by Naruto, Sasuke-kun… Maybe then you would have been a successful villain, and would be standing where I am tickling some dumb hero. Instead, you decided to, ugh… redeem yourself. This is your just punishment for this mistake!” She said, digging deeper into his waist. Sasuke screamed in frustration, still hesitant to just let his laughter flow out, still trying to resist, to not show his weakness to this form of torment. “Stop being such a hard-headed idiot, Sasuke-kun…” April teased, digging lower, skittering her hands around his inner thighs and closer to his genitals. “I swear this could be pretty fun for you too if you stopped being so stubborn…” Now her hands were scratching lightly, seductively, making Sasuke blush much harder. They slid from his thighs into his balls, teasing around, making Sasuke squirm even harder. She smiled, noticing how sensitive he was.
“Why don’t you let me give you a good time, big boy?” She asked, dragging her nails through his penis, starting at the balls, moving into the shaft and giving it a stroke before going back to the balls. Stroke by stroke, his penis started to harden and stiffen, turning the tired semi-erection into a full one. April smirked at the evident struggle the boy was going through – the shame, the will to resist, and yet the pleasure derived from the sensations, the hope to get a break, much more than a break, after being tormented for so long by so many villains. April herself was drunk on power, that marvelous feeling drowning the insecurities and shame of a not very sex-experienced young adult girl.
She licked her lips, knowing what would be the next step. As soon as his dick was firm enough, April kneeled in front of it, looking up seductively at Sasuke, who refused to sustain her stare. Then, she gobbled it whole, sucking and licking at the member; the ninja convulsed, fighting the building pleasure, trying to retain his pride – and perhaps even his sanity. And yet, April could feel with each twitch of the meatstick in her mouth that he was losing that battle; with every stroke of her head, the boy seemed to relax further into the posture, his body resigning to his fate even though his mind wasn’t.
Which meant it was time to raise his torment a bit further – after all, she was here to punish him, not to make it pleasurable! Without warning, she dug her fingers again into his waist, squeezing and scratching around, bringing back the ticklish torment on top of the sexual one as she continued to bob her head up and down, keeping the blowjob going. Sasuke went ballistic, twitching violently to escape the tickles; April just slightly tightened her teeth around his penis, reminding him that sudden movements could have disastrous consequences. He froze almost immediately, which almost provoked a fit of laughter in April. It seemed something deep in a man’s soul could make him endure anything to protect his precious meatstick. She continued to torment him, with her fingers and her mouth, and the boy was thrust into conflict, unsure how to react to the stimulation he was receiving.
Of course, under such distress, something had to give – Sasuke could no longer control his vocal response. Now, he laughed and moaned with no restraints, giving himself at least this outlet to express his frustration and torment. Once again, April felt proud of her progress in breaking the young Uchiha – but there was more to be done.
She wanted him to beg.
She stopped the blowjob, doubling her efforts into the tickling of her waist, crotch and navel. She looked upward, staring at his face, which was staring back at her with pleading eyes. She smirked.
“What’s the problem, Sasuke-kun? Do you want me to continue sucking your dick?”
He diverged his sight, realizing she was on to him – that she had noticed his internal plea, that he wanted to beg for the pleasure to return, at the very least. When he looked elsewhere, she dug deeper and harder. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” She ordered, dropping her voice to a low, threatening tone. Sasuke still tried to resist for a while, but when April focused on a particular spot that she had already identified, right where his thighs met his pelvis, he leaned his head backwards, erupting with laughter, then quickly descended his gaze, staring back at her. “OHOHOHOKSHAHAHAHAYY STOHOHOHPP!!”
“What’s the magic word?” She teased, while still keeping the brutal tickles going.
“PLEHEHEHAHAHAHSSHEHEHEHE!!” He begged, finally, broken by the torment. April smiled from ear to ear, satisfied with her result. She did stop the tickling, standing there, staring at him.
Sasuke, grateful, focused in getting his breath back – but as the seconds dragged on, he stared back at her. Almost as if he expected – or wanted – something to continue, but was too ashamed to ask.
“What is it, Sasuke-kun? Want something?”
He didn’t dare answer. Maybe it was a trap? Maybe she was going to turn sadistic again? She was pretty clear that this was supposed to be punishment; he didn’t dare hope that she would continue the amazing blowjob without making him suffer more as well.
April smirked again. “Well, if you’re satisfied, then I’ll just go find a new toy. See you!” She said, getting up and cleaning her mouth with the back of her hand. She gave his eyes one final look, sustaining the seductive expression and detecting a hint of disappointment on his face, before going away. As she did, however, she passed through a few villainesses that were staring at Sasuke. She recognized them as two ladies from the Anime universe – Lust, from Full Metal Alchemist, and Himiko Toga, from Boku no Hero Academia. “His waist and crotch are his weakspot, ladies. And I bet he’d give anything to cum right now.” She said, as she passed through them; the two villainess stared at each other, shared a laugh, and entered Sasuke’s room; it didn’t take long for his frustrated laughter to echo through the corridor as April searched for Joker.
Didn’t take long for him to find her in the same room from before, but the situation had changed. Wonder Woman was passed out in the corner, restrained to a chair. Taking the center of the room, it was now Harley Quinn who was restrained by the vines; her shirt was rolled up to expose her breasts and entire upperbody, and her blue and red shorts were dropped in the floor around her ankles. The clothes clued April on something strange – Harley had changed, from her more cartoon-inspired design to the movie version, played by Margot Robbie; the clothes on the floor were not the red-and-black bodysuit that she was wearing when she was torturing Wonder Woman. Must be Dream Logic at play.
Poison Ivy was sitting in a chair by the side of the room, merely smiling as she kept her plants doing their job. Joker was behind Harley, scratching her armpits. Both cackled for very different reasons and it was hard to tell who was laughing the hardest.
“MIHIHIHISSTEHEHEHERR JJJ NOHOHOHOHOHOH!!!” Harley begged, squirming madly; she seemed to be extremely ticklish, at least on that spot.
“You an I both know that you’ve acted as a hero now and then, sweetheart. Which means you also deserves to be punished now and then~” He said, digging into her hollows.
“IHIHIHIVHEHEHEH CHAHAHAHAHANNGEHEHEHEDD!” She pleaded.
“Indeed, but we can’t erase the sins of our past, huh? Now laugh, sweetie.” He said, mercilessly keeping up the torment. It was only then that he noticed April approaching. “Hey girl! Had you fun?”
“Yes, very much so!” She said, looking at Harley. “So… you turned on her?”
“Heroism is not tolerated here, past present or future! Mrs. Quinn here is as much of a prisoner as Diana, or the boy you were tormenting. She just has some privileges as well – she can play with whoever she wants, but must submit to any other true villain! KYAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”
“Well, I’ll leave you to your fun. I can find my way to the next floor!” April said, still on the confidence high from her little session with Sasuke. After all, it was just a dream – her dream. She didn’t need to fear anything.
“As you wish! Have fun!”
She made her way to the nearest set of staircases and went upwards. Again, she experienced a net increase in the volume and desperation of laughter echoing from there with every step she took.
Nothing could have prepared her for the third floor. The first floor was all bright colors and a general vibe of happiness, despite all the suffering going on there. The second was exciting, bright reds and leather details. It was sexy, exhilarating.
Third floor was just sad. Sad… and scary. It was a prison. A dungeon. Floors and walls made of rock, chains hanging from the ceiling, rooms and showcases replaced by cells.
And the laughter… It was haunting. Terrible. Devoid of any happiness or enjoyment; coarse, rough, forced beyond the point in which the strain on the voice was pretty apparent.
She stepped forward, unsure. The environment didn’t seem very friendly. Should she really explore that place?
It didn’t take long for her to pull herself from that feeling of dread. It was just a dream! She didn’t need to fear anything. With renewed confidence, she started peeking in the cells, watching the torments the heroes and heroines were being made to endure.
It didn’t take long for her to realize that it was much brutal on this level than any other. Taking a quick glance in the cells, she noticed the Sailor Senshi – the protagonists of Sailor Moon – lined up naked against a wall, arms chained to them, mascara tears staining their faces. All of them were being tickled brutally by what seemed to be a group of generic goons; most of them didn’t even have it in them to laugh anymore; they were just staying there, sustained by the chains, occasionally managing enough energy to twitch an arm or jerk their hips to one side with painful expressions overtaken by silent, tired laughter.
On another, Trunks, from Dragon Ball Z, was placed in a pair of stocks, both his feet, his hands and his head stuffed in holes in the wooden apparel; Androids 17 and 18 were there, each focused on tormenting one feet, while Trunks screamed madly.
On a third one, she saw Chun-Li, from Street Fighter, being tortured by the villains of Shadaloo. She was tied to a wooden frame in the middle of the wall that restrained her in an X; Vega and Balrog were using electric toothbrushes on her powerful thighs, which seemed to be very effective going by her laughter. “IHIHIHIHI TOHOHOHHOLLDD YOHOHOHOHUHUHU EHEHEHEHVEHEHEHRRYTHHIHIHIHNNGGG AHAHAHALREEHEHEHADYYHYHY!” She pleaded amidst desperate cackles.
But finally, April saw something that really grabbed her attention. Her eyes grew wide, and she walked straight to it as if hypnotized.
Of all the animated and fictional crushes of her life, one stood supreme above all others: Spiderman. Specifically, the MCU incarnation, with Tom Holland. Holland himself was very attractive to her; she had a weakness for boys that look cute and precious, but also have a nice body and good musculature. He was by far one of her biggest celebrity crushes. But Holland by himself wasn’t enough; it was him as Peter Parker that melted her heart whenever he walked into the screen. The innocent but determined aura he exuded was just so… Oh, she loved it! Loved it more than anything!
And there he was! Tom Holland’s Peter Parker, restrained in the middle of a BIG cell, his arms chained to the ceiling while he sat in a small stone chair, still wearing his Spiderman costume, except for the mask and everything from the waist down, his legs exposed to the world. There were also tons of rips in the costume. His legs were locked in a pair of stocks, feet sticking out, completely bare and with toe rings of steel stretching the feet backwards, leaving them completely immobile. He seemed to be exhausted; his eyes were closed and his head was hanging low, but he was breathing deeply and seemed to still be awake. One thing caught her attention – he was gagged with some weird black, gooey substance.
“Uh… Hi?” She said, nervous; her confidence had completely vanished by meeting her crush, and she was reduced back to her klutzy, shy self.
Slowly, he reacted, lifting his head. His eyes were widened, and he just stared at her for a while, as if waiting for something. Finally, he looked left and right, and realized that whatever it was that he feared, April wasn’t it. She tried to smile to reassure him further.
“Hmmppff” He moaned. Oh yeah, the gag! She stepped forward and started taking off the black gag. As she did, she realized he was also gagged with something else – one of his booths, flexible as it was, had been rolled up and shoved into his mouth. She fished it off, her face contracting instinctively once the foul stench of it hit her nose.
“I… I promise my feet don’t stink like that usually. I had been working out before they caught me…” He said, blushing a bit, but still trying to take a more playful approach. It was amazing to her how he still managed to crack out jokes while being so clearly exhausted.
“You’re… cute. And you also have cute… feet.” She mumbled. What the fuck was she doing?! That must have been the worse compliment to do to someone. Still, he just smiled.
“If you get me out of here I promise to let you touch my feet as much as you want” He said. Then, he looked over her shoulder, to something approaching from behind her. “Oh no.” He said, now struggling hard against his bonds. An entirely futile effort, but one he seemed compelled to do nonetheless.
It didn’t take long for April to notice what was coming. She felt something towering over her from behind. As she turned, she saw Venom – the version from the cartoons, big and strong. She gulped; even though it was just a dream, seeing him “in real life” was pretty terrifying.
The villain stared back at her. “So you’re the girl that came into the Tower today, huh? That Joker was showing around?” He then emitted a deep, rough laugh. “Welcome to the Third Floor. Officially it’s called Prison, but we villains usually call it by a more proper name: Hell.” As he said that, he positioned himself behind Spiderman. “Wanna help me out? You can take his feet. I know you want to.”
Indeed she did. So much. It did make her a bit sad to see how tired Spiderman was – and how much Peter was still trying to keep a somewhat friendly facade despite it - but she ignored these feelings as she was drawn into the restrained pair of feet in front of her. She looked up, into the reassuring eyes of Venom, and started tickling.
When she made contact, Peter let out a long, anguished scream, which was eventually overtaken by laughter as the ticklish impulses became even greater than his despair. April was amazed by how sensitive he was; far more than Sasuke or any other of the guys and girls she had tormented today. Her sadistic side slowly started to bloom again, taking the forefront as she scratched his soles vigorously.
“What’s the matter, Spiderman? Can’t take a few tickles?” She asked, scratching harder, smirking evily.
“YOHOHOHuhuhRHS ARHEHEHE OOhohohokHAHAHAHYY THEHE ProghohoBLEHEHEHM IS BIHIHIGG UHUHUHUGGLYHY OVEHEHEHER THEHEHERREEE”
That was Spiderman alright – always talkative, always silly. Despite it, slowly his ticklishness started getting the best of him. All he could do is laugh; his laugh was coarse, rough, tired and with a strong undertone of sadness. He had been going through this torture for a long time it seemed – much earlier than her arrival.
Slowly, she started seeing Peter for what he was: A boy. A human boy, with limits that had been shattered, a boy that had been savagely tortured with a method that seemed silly, but was anything but.
She barely realized when she stopped tickling him.
“Tired already? Then get out. Don’t disturb my work.” Venom said, with very obvious disappointment. He extended his hands, and the symbionte body, capable of morphin itself in many shapes, manifested itself as a network of small tendrils that subdivided infinetly from their origin point, and moved independently. They started slithering into Spiderman’s clothes, through the many rips it presented, burrowing close to Peter’s skin. As he started feeling the tendrils closing in on their targets, Peter started screaming again, as if shocked awake.
“NO! PLEASE! NO MORE, I BEG YOU!”
“You had your chance before. You rejected me!” Venom said, and the tendrils finally extended themselves all the way to Peter’s feet, where they subdivided further. April observed as every single inch of his restrained and stretched soles became covered by small tendrils, little tentacles that twirled from side to side, anxious to dig into the flesh. She imagined the same was true of every other ticklish spot – his armpits, his sides, his navel. “Now suffer, Parker!” With that command, the tendrils started scratching his skin, everywhere, all at once. His soles, at a glance, seemed like soil covered in tiny worms.
Parker laughed, and it was the saddest laugh she had ever heard. It was a sound of pure, raw suffering; of unbearable torment, of the kind one would do anything to make it stop. Except he didn’t have the power to do so; mercy would come solely from Venom, and it was pretty clear he was not intent in showing him any. Peter’s body twitched and jerked into his limited freedom of movement; if the chair was not made of stone and fused with the ground, he would probably have tripped it by now by how wildly he was flailing about. His body seemed to be trying to escape in all directions, all at once, as the ticklish stimuli indeed came from everywhere, with no opening from where to find some peace, some way to flee. It was as if his skin itself was tickling him, revolted against its own master.
April, too, wished to cry. She looked away, uncapable of watching the tormented struggle any further. She closed her eyes, blocking it even from her peripherical view. But the laughter haunted her into the darkness; clasping her ears with her hands did nothing to help it, for the volume was too loud.
She needed to do something. No one should be allowed to suffer this much. The other floors were terrible for their denizens, she was sure, but everything had an aura of fun and mischief. This was not it; this was torture. Inhumane, dehumanizing, horrible.
“Stop! Venom, stop! He has had enough! He’s broken already! He can’t give you anything more.”
“He can give me plenty more! He can suffer so much more! If you’re going to bother me, then go away! Find your own victim to torture. There are many other cells in here.”
All at once, she became more aware of the roughness of the laughter in the floor. Everyone here was broken. A symphony of torment, of heroes who wished they were dead rather than going through this for one more moment.
This place didn’t deserve to exist! She closed her eyes, concentrating on ending the dream somehow. It was her dream. She had the power to do it!
She opened them again, still in Hell, still hearing the laughter.
She breathed deeply. Maybe she couldn’t control the dream, but she probably had some power. She needed to.
With a scream, she tackled Venom, pouring every fiber of her being into the belief that she could do it, that it would work.
For her surprise, it did! He was flung against the wall. April didn’t waste time; she grabbed Peter’s chains and pulled it. With another pull, she shattered the chains on his wrist, freeing his hands. With a chop, she broke the stocks. Spiderman was free!
He stared at her, eyes widened. She didn’t hesitate; April leaned in for a kiss. Peter reciprocated. They shared a passionate moment – but one April knew couldn’t last long.
“Go!” She told him. Peter nodded, and ran.
April smiled. She had done a good thing. She had saved him. Finally, she understood why Heroes did what they did in the movies. Her anger at them vanished. Heroism was the best feeling in the world.
“You should not have done that.” She heard from behind. Something grabbed her wrists and pushed her against the wall. It was the Symbyonte’s Web. She focused on her strenght, determined to pull herself free...
But was distracted by a feeling. A feeling that filled her with dread. She realized that the web restraining her wrists to the wall had extended thin tendrils into her sleeves, which now drilled her super sensitive underarms. She focused on the power, but it was impossible. Her armpits were far too sensitive; April was far too ticklish!
More webs were flung, now locking her ankles against the wall too, leaving her spread eagle against it. She forced her eyes open and watched as Venom approached, fury in his eyes.
“In this place, Heroes always lose. You could have played for the winning team. But you made your choice. Since you broke my favorite toy free, I’ll play with you instead!”
She screamed with horror as the tendrils extended from his fingers again, digging into her clothes, taking of her shoes... Once again, she tried waking up, but failed to do so. Meanwhile, the ones at her armpits continued to torment her, making her laugh and scream. And soon they started being joined by tendrils at her navel, tendrils at her feet...
With horror, she realized she will be stuck in this hell for a while. How long? Time could be weird in a dream; was she going to wake up in the next few minutes? Or would she spend the next years of dream-time here, tortured by this monster?
She prayed deeply for the first, for she realized, as the tendrils multiplied and started tickling faster and harder, that her sanity would not endure this torture for much longer...
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April was a simple girl. She was not the brightest, the bravest or the most capable; average on all accounts. Except maybe appearance – not that she was supermodel material either, but on that front she knew she was a notch above the average, especially thanks to her petite size, larger-than-average breasts and overall pleasing figure. She loved pop culture in all its forms – movies, series, anime, games, you name it; if it was nerdy and popular, there was a good chance she was into it.
And while the girl may be the very definition of average, that fateful day was anything but – it was her birthday after all! Unfortunately, a birthday spent alone; university had brought her far from home and the pandemic had kept her there. And, of course, she was not the most sociable gal out there. As such, she did her own best birthday program – eat candy while watching stuff!
Right now, specifically, she was watching Avengers: Endgame, right on the tails of watching Infinity War as a marathon. Even after a few years, she still couldn’t get over how great of a villain Thanos was. He was strong, smart, had a perfect plan and executed it masterfully. It was honestly a bit frustrating that the heroes managed to undo his work with time travel shenanigans pulled straight out of their asses!
Yeah, Thanos should have won. And in fact, this was a regular problem to all the stories she watched. The villains were always smarter, stronger, more interesting, just plain better than the heroes – and yet, they always lost in the end, usually in pretty pathethic manners! The more she thought about that, the more she realized how much it frustrated her. April felt herself getting irrationally worked up about this.
She went to the window, staring at the starry sky, trying to calm down her anger; she knew it was a silly issue, and that she was acting a bit childish, but still – it said a lot about the values our society upholds, no? That morality is so much more important than competency. As someone who always prided herself on her competency and perseverance, it ended up impacting the girl.
Something caught her attention: a shooting star. April decided to make a wish: She wanted the heroes of the world to pay someday. She wanted the villains to have a field trip; to beat and humiliate them. Maybe a show with those elements, something like that. She wanted the smartest, most capable guys to win in the end, doesn’t matter if they were right or wrong.
Then, the girl chuckled at herself. She was being silly, that’s for sure. Maybe she should have wished for something better, like a new car or to get a great job and be rich. Oh well, too late now; shrugging, she went to brush her teeth and get ready for sleep. As she laid in her bed, waiting for slumber to take her, she couldn’t help but think on her wish though, on heroes being defeated and humiliated, bowing at her feet as the ultimate empress of evil.
She drifted off with a smile on her face.
She woke up to screams. Confused, she got up, only to realize she was no longer home. That terrified her; how the fuck did that happen? Where was she? Looking around, all April could see was stone; stone walls, stone floor, stone ceiling, all dimly lit, dirty and moldy. It looked like some sort of medieval dungeon. The girl herself was no longer wearing her pajamas; instead, she had casual, everyday clothes. Her favourites, in fact – black shirt, ripped jeans, and her favourite jacket.
As April collected her bearings, she analyzed the environment a bit better. She was in at the beginning of a large coridoor, with a door firmly shut behind her. After a few unsuccessful attempts to open it, she decided her best course of action was to explore the path ahead. And so she did. As she walked down the long coridoor, the screams got louder; a cacophony of multiple voices. They didn’t seem to be saying anything in specific, although it was still too distant and muffled for her to be sure.
It didn’t take long for her to find something interesting; after a few minutes, she walked up to another door, similar to the one behind her, made of thick wood. The door was inserted in a stone arch, which had letters inscribed in the stone itself: “The Hero Hall of Shame”.
Huh. Her mind rushed back to her wish. Was that... the wish becoming true?
Anxious, she pushed the door and, to her delight, this one was unlocked and opened when she did.
The sounds became much clearer now; in fact, they hit her like a shockwave when she opened the heavy doors. They were screams, but not exactly the types of screams she expected. They even seemed to be mixed with... Laughter?
Before she could think about anything else, however, a figure walked up to her.
“Why hello, Ms. April! We were waiting for you!” She recognized the figure; a man in clown makeup and purple suit, with a wicked, scary smile stopped right in front of her. His aura was threathening and April couldn’t prevent herself from flinching as The Joker came closer. He realized that and laughed in his own trademarked evil way. “Why, no need to be scared! I’m not going to hurt you, don’t worry. In this hall, we villains stand together!”
The hall she was in was extremely large; probably a few stores in height. The ground floor had some people chatting here and there; people she recognized from a myriad of shows, comics, movies and video-games. Without exception, all villains of their own stories. Still, she couldn’t gather where the loud, desperate laughter came from, at least not from that floor. April did notice, however, that the hall extended horizontally, with coridoors branching from the central hall, as well as doors that led to various rooms; she could see through a semi-opened pair of doors and observed what seemed to be a restaurant inside, and was left to wonder what other facilities this place housed in that floor alone.
Further ahead, a large staircase divided itself both right and left, leading to the next floor. It was extremely tall and, while she could barely see what existed beyond that, she could see, from the handrails on the walkways of each floor, that there were multiple floors. What existed in each one was impossible to say as well, as the handrails were large and fully covered by solid wood.
“Woah...” April couldn’t avoid basking. “How big is this thing?”
“Honestly, not even I know. It has a few floors, but it’s big enough horizontally to contain every single despicable hero or heroine in existance!” He said, with a grand gesture that made April giggle. “Want me to show you around, mademoseille?” He asked, extending his hand to her.
“Why, sure!” She replied, grabbing it and allowing herself to be guided.
As they ascended the stairs, the sounds became louder and clearer; whatever was making them seemed to inhabit those upper floors.
The sight that welcomed her when she turned to analyze the floor left her speechless. The floor expanded with coridoors to the right and left, as well, of course, as the walkways that bordered the central opening. The protective handrails were too big for her to look over, but if they didn’t exist, she would be capable of looking downwards directlly into the central hall on the ground floor.
As she looked around, she started realizing that this place was not only huge vertically, but horizontally as well; in fact, probably much bigger in that dimension than on the first. She peeked into the coridoors that branched left and right from the staircase, and saw the infinite – she couldn’t see where it ended, only that it branched out multiple times, with more coridoors intersecting with the one she was looking at. It was a bit hard on the eyes too, with strong, vibrant colors.
“Come. I’ll show you the first floor.” The Joker said, continuing to guide her. She followed, observing that this place was constituted of two major things: Coridoors and rooms. As she started walking by them, she observed their contents, and the source of the laughter became clear.
Most of those rooms had showcase windows that allowed any passerbies to peek into their content – as many did, April and Joker now and then encountering someone, always a villain, watching the rooms through the showcases, or entering them directly through wooden doors of all shapes and sizes. As she walked by them, April started to get the impression this place was some sort of museum, or maybe a zoo – a demented, perverse one.
Because those rooms housed people. More specifically, characters from fictions. Heroes from fiction. Restrained heroes, tied up or chained down in all sorts of implements, machines, bondage equipment.
And they weren’t simply for display. Oh no. This show was not merely visual, but also tactile. The heroes, without exception, were being tormented, almost all of them with... tickling?
Yeah, that explained the laughter – and raised a million other questions.
“What...”
“You like it? It was my idea!” Joker said, adding his own cackling laughter to the cacophony. “As we started to build this hall, we wanted to punish these damn heroes. So I proposed tickling! It is torturous and can be used for long, but doesn’t harm the subject. This way they can be tortured every day, over and over, forever!”
April looked at the nearest showcase; inside, she could see a girl, white hair and scantily clad in a soft blue babydoll that left very little for the imagination. Behind her, an extremely handsome man with long white hair and black clothes adorned with white shoulder pads dug his gloved fingers into her armpits, which were exposed, her hands tied to the ceiling. The girl was clearly in a struggle between trying to flee from the fingers and not struggling so hard that her breasts – which were quite large – would escape her clothes and leave her exposed. The girl’s face had a fierce, pissed-off look, but it was hard to distinguish that amidst the crazed forced laughter.
April recoiled a bit, putting herself in the girl’s shoes and thinking how crazy she would go if she was being tickled like that; she had always been excessively ticklish, and seeing something like that was like a vision from pure hell for the timid girl.
“W-who is the girl?” She asked eventually, after forcing her mind out of those thoughts.
“Some bitch from a Japanese game. Starts with K. Who cares! This is floor one, the funzone. Here the Heroes are exposed for our entertainment. Anyone can enter any unoccupied room and have their way with the hero that is restrained there.”
“It does sounds fun! Can I try it?” She asked, excited.
“Of course, my dear! Let’s take a walk, see if you find someone you enjoy.”
And so they did; soon, April was completely lost in the labyrinth of never-ending corridors. However, the Joker seemed pretty confident on his walk, so she figured she would be safe as long as she was with him. One incredible property of that place was that the characters somehow seemed to be both real and fictitious – they had exactly the appearance they had on their original medium, but also felt... right in the real world, somehow, no matter if it was a huge-eyed anime girl or a 3D model of a video-game character. It was the most perfect sensation of fantasy brought to life, probably only made possible by a healthy dose of dream logic.
Even then, when she started meeting people that were actually real – like those from movies – they stood out, maybe simply because they were easier for her brain to picture. Inside a room that had been crafted to resemble a circus, she saw two people she recognized: an asian guy and a blond girl, wearing blue and pink respectively. Preston and Sarah, from Power Rangers: Ninja Steel! In this case, the colors were restricted to the few garments they were allowed to keep; both were tied down to a table, wearing loose shorts of their respective colors and, in Sarah’s case, a pink gym top and, weirdly, shoes (and socks, of course – also of the same color). Not the most protective garments, which was made clear by their constant laughter as a pair of big, colored feathers floated around, teasing them in different spots every few seconds – except their soles, of course. The feathers seemed to be mocking them, for each had the color of the other – the pink feather teasing Preston as the blue tickled Sarah.
“Can we get in there?” She asked the Joker.
“Why, sure!” He replied, dragging her in by the hand. “I think I met the guy responsible for this room before; he was a circus jester of some kind. Quite a fellow. But right now he seems to be away... must be having his own fun with someone else!” April realized he must have been talking about Cosmo Royale.
She stepped closer to the rangers, watching their predicament. Sarah was the first to notice her presence; the pink ranger seemed to realize she was new around here.
“Shahahahavvehehehe yohohouhuhurrsehehehelff whihihihillehehehe yohohohou cahahahahannn!!” She said amidst her torment; the feather seemed to dislike it, because it shined for a moment and multiplied, becoming two; both of them started sliding up and down her armpits, making her squeal. “NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”
“She doesn’t need saving, idiot! She’s on OUR side!” Joker said, and Sarah’s eyes widened for a moment – before being forced shut as a reaction as the feathers sped up.
“Exactly!” She taunted, joining in on the fun. Sarah was happy to be in this room; she always had a particular hatred for the Power Rangers. They were buffoons! They were super disorganized, often squabbled amongst themselves, had the weirdest plans... They were the embodiment of everything she hated on a hero! “You should worry more about yourself!” She said, digging into her ribs; Sarah’s eyes popped open once again, and her laughter turned into a shrill shriek of pure despair. The Joker laughed, apparently pleased with her enthusiasm. The feathers drifted off, leaving their post since guests had arrived.
“That’s the way to go, girl!” He said, as he started tickling Sarah himself, making the pink girl squirm as his hands squeezed her thighs and teased her hips. Sarah noticed that the Joker was very skilled at this; his hands had an expert dexterity, always making sure to extract the most laughter from every attack. The girl decided to stop, letting him take the helm, watching a master at work. Sarah seemed to barely notice there was one less pair of hands working on her; the Joker switched from spot to spot so fluidly that it barely made a difference.
Smirking, she decided to go to Preston. He was staring at her with fearful eyes, obviously conflicted between wanting to spare Sarah from further torment and afraid to become himself the center of attention.
“Oh, don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you! Joker, keep working on her!” She said, only slightly aware she had just given a supervillain an order. Joker, however, merely laughed.
“Yes ma’am!”
She took off his shows and started tickling his soles, making Preston jump in the table. Try as he might, his bondage prevented him from retracting his feet and sparing himself the torment. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide from the prodding fingers that assaulter his soles.
They spent a few minutes tormenting the excessively ticklish couple. Joker even played a game trying to turn one against the other, offering to stop tickling Sarah if she asked, on the condition he would tickle Preston twice as hard. April joined in the fun, also adopting a more flirtatuous and sexual edge, bitting his ear and kissing his chest now and them. With time she was sure they could turn one against the other, but after a while, Joker proposed they did something different.
“While this is fun, I still have the whole place to show you. Do you really want to just stay here?”
“Nah, let’s go!” April said. Before leaving, however, she had an idea. She could see the two rangers looking at each other, relieved, even though they were struggling to catch her breath and with tears in their eyes. She could see that they were hopeful – the torment had ended and they had endured. She needed to do something to snuff out that silly hope.
She removed the shoes from Sarah, and grabbed one of them, as well as one from Preston. Using the shoelaces, she tied one over the face of the other, forcing them to stay immersed in the foul stench of the sweaty feet of their partners.
As April prepared the gag, both Rangers looked at each other, enjoying the very brief respite they were getting from the tickles.
“Sarah… I… I lov— HMMPPFFF” His confession was cut short as April shoved the sock into his mouth.
“You… You monster!” Sarah cried, glaring at April. The girl just smirked. She leaned closer to gag the Pink ranger as well, but the girl resisted, closing her mouth.
“Listen, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Be a good girl, open your mouth, or I swear to God I’ll tickle you until you’re crying – and I’ll do it twice as bad to him.”
That seemed to break Sarah’s already shaken spirit. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth slightly, like a good girl, allowing April to gag her, shedding small tears of humiliation. She did glare furiously at April when the gag was ready. Both of them were left to lament, soft “Hmmppffs” being all that managed to go through the gags. Those gagged sounds became considerably more desperate as the feathers came back to torment them while April and Joker went away.
“Where to now, Joker?”
“I want to show you the second floor. I think you’ll enjoy it!” They walked back to the stairway, and crossed the hall to the other side, where there was another staircase leading up. They went through it; once again, the staircase was extremely tall, much more than it seemed at first glance. When it was finally over, they were in a new floor.
Here, the laughter was louder. While the Funzone was filled with giggles, this floor’s background noise were mad cackles. Also, something else... Occasional moans.
The colors had also shifted; the previous floor had rooms filled with soft blues and bright yellows. This place was red, pink and violet.
“What is this floor?”
“This is the Lustzone. This place is a lot more limited than the previous floor; there’s a fixed quote of a few hundred heroes who are put here each week. We usually decide it by chance, but misbehaving heroes can be sentenced to stay here for minor infractions.”
“And the major infractions?”
“These go up there.” He said, pointing at the ceiling, indicating, of course, the next floor. “You’ll see when we get there. For now, let’s have a look around?”
Once again she followed him, watching the rooms as they passed through them. In this floor, it was common to see the heroes nude or close to that. The moans were also quickly explained; the torture in this floor was far more sexual in nature. She stopped to watch by a room in which she saw two villains playing with a hero: Straight from the Batman cartoon in the 90s, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy surrounded the fit, muscular frame of a black-haired amazon stripped topless, only a red and blue bottom covering her womanhood. It was Wonder Woman, straight from the comics!
And they were wrecking her. She was suspended in the air, spread-eagle by Poison Ivy’s vines with her feet restrained in front of her by more plants. Normally, as April well knew, she wouldn’t have much trouble getting free from them, but probably something in that place nullified the Amazon’s powers, leaving her completely at their mercy. On each armpit, three more vines were at work, scribbling around with their pointy ends. It was very clear that they were driving Diana insane, but she didn’t have the strength to recoil her arms. Behind her, Harley teased one nipple with one hand, and the other she used to rub the covered womanhood of Wonder Woman, occasionally extracting moans of pleasure from her. But the moans were quickly cut by strong laughter, extracted by Ivy, who was standing in front of the proud Amazon, scratching her soles without mercy, intensifying the tickles whenever the pleasure became too strong.
“For a warrior you have such soft and tender feet, Diana. I wonder how much you spent on skincare – and where so much vanity came from. Maybe your time in the mortal realm have eroded the proud Amazon spirit? Maybe that’s why you ended up defeated and captured by us?” She teased. Diana tried to protest, but between the pouring of laughter and the occasional moans bursting through, there simply wasn’t oxygen left for speech. She was crying, which April found so hot – proud warrior broken down like this – and trying to hide her face in shame.
April felt herself getting steamy; the situation had appeal on both ends. She would pay good money to have the beautiful Diana at her mercy like that. At the same time, the idea of being caressed and receive attention from the duo of Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn also had a lot of appeal… Maybe with a little less tickling though. God, she would just DIE if she was being tormented like that, with how ticklish she was!
On a different booth, a few rooms to the right, someone else caught April’s attention: A short-haired, black-haired young man with delicate features, tied up standing to a pole, currently nude but with his usual clothes laying by the corner of the room, a grey open shirt, purple rope belt, blue cloth and black pants, all in the style of ancient samurai warriors. She recognized him immediately, as he had always been one of her biggest animated crushes: Sasuke Uchiha, from Naruto! His grown-up version, of course, from the Shippuden portion of the story. April couldn’t stop herself from getting closer.
“Have fun, I’ll stay around here until when you’re done, okay?” Joker said with a wink, as he entered the booth in which Wonder Woman was being tormented, deciding to join his fellow villainesses on the fun.
Sasuke was currently not being tormented by anyone, although he clearly had been until just recently; he was still panting, out of breath, with blushed skin. More importantly, he still presented a half-erection, which made April blush, but also got the girl even more excited.
The ninja noticed the approach of the girl, and glared at her with anger-filled eyes.
“Who… are you?”
“Uhh, my name is April.” She said, unable to contain her awkwardness. The confident girl embracing her villainous side had vanished under the gaze of that handsome man she had fantasized about for so long.
Sasuke didn’t reply instantly. April could see that he wanted to tell her to go fuck herself, but also that he had already learned the dreadfulness of the situation he was in, and that angering his tormentors rarely brought good results. At the same time, he was far too proud to beg for her to release him. Instead, he just continued to glare at her, sustaining the awkward silence.
April closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, trying to control herself. How silly she was being! This was just a dream! She was here to indulge in her fantasies, not to act like a schoolgirl! She opened them back again, now with a smirk.
“Well, your luck has run out, boy.” She said, stepping closer. “Hope you have recovered already, because you’re my plaything now.”
Sasuke narrowed his eyes in fury.
“I… I don’t fear you.” He replied, defiantly, but his voice betrayed him.
“Let’s see if we can change that.” She said, stepping closer and moving behind him. She savored his light squirms for a moment, in anticipation to what was about to happen, before digging her hands into his sides.
The boy tried to resist, but he caved in quickly, as he was already tired from the previous ordeal. It didn’t take long for laughter to start pouring out, his voice raspy and boyish as he laughed his head off. April savored the moment, enjoying the empowering sensation of making a man – a powerful one, one she always crushed on – dance with a touch of her fingertips.
She slid her fingers upward, caressing his chest, his navel, his triceps, his underarms, using her tactile feedback to gauge where the boy was more sensitive. She was very amused by his reaction as her fingers traveled through his nipples, as Sasuke clearly struggled to contain a few soft moans.
“Oh my, is someone getting excited from this?” She provoked, teasing them harder. Inexperienced as she was with boys, she never suspected those spots could be sensitive on the masculine anatomy as much as they were on the feminine.
But her musings didn’t last long; she had screams to extract from the desperate man, and that task demanded all her focus. His upperbody was quite sensitive, but so far it was lacking that explosive reaction, that jackpot spot that breaks down the will and brings forth utter despair. As such, she started exploring lower.
It didn’t take long. She started exploring his waist and groin, a bit timidly – once again, the virgin side of her flourishing as her hands approached his half-erect member – but as she started noticing his reaction, her inhibition fell off. The boy was TICKLISH around his shaft; thankfully he also seemed to shave down there, as she found no hairy obstacles to her prodding fingers.
“Ooohhh, this is the spot!” She teased him again as she scratched his groin and squeezed his hips. Sasuke’s laughter increased a notch, and finally she got a modicum of begging.
“NOHOHOHOHOHHO!! STOHOHOHPP!!” The powertrip April was in skyrocketed. Okay, rationally speaking, Sasuke was already worn out when she stepped up. This didn’t stop her from feeling like a badass domme, breaking down the mighty Sasuke.
“If only you hadn’t been defeated by Naruto, Sasuke-kun… Maybe then you would have been a successful villain, and would be standing where I am tickling some dumb hero. Instead, you decided to, ugh… redeem yourself. This is your just punishment for this mistake!” She said, digging deeper into his waist. Sasuke screamed in frustration, still hesitant to just let his laughter flow out, still trying to resist, to not show his weakness to this form of torment. “Stop being such a hard-headed idiot, Sasuke-kun…” April teased, digging lower, skittering her hands around his inner thighs and closer to his genitals. “I swear this could be pretty fun for you too if you stopped being so stubborn…” Now her hands were scratching lightly, seductively, making Sasuke blush much harder. They slid from his thighs into his balls, teasing around, making Sasuke squirm even harder. She smiled, noticing how sensitive he was.
“Why don’t you let me give you a good time, big boy?” She asked, dragging her nails through his penis, starting at the balls, moving into the shaft and giving it a stroke before going back to the balls. Stroke by stroke, his penis started to harden and stiffen, turning the tired semi-erection into a full one. April smirked at the evident struggle the boy was going through – the shame, the will to resist, and yet the pleasure derived from the sensations, the hope to get a break, much more than a break, after being tormented for so long by so many villains. April herself was drunk on power, that marvelous feeling drowning the insecurities and shame of a not very sex-experienced young adult girl.
She licked her lips, knowing what would be the next step. As soon as his dick was firm enough, April kneeled in front of it, looking up seductively at Sasuke, who refused to sustain her stare. Then, she gobbled it whole, sucking and licking at the member; the ninja convulsed, fighting the building pleasure, trying to retain his pride – and perhaps even his sanity. And yet, April could feel with each twitch of the meatstick in her mouth that he was losing that battle; with every stroke of her head, the boy seemed to relax further into the posture, his body resigning to his fate even though his mind wasn’t.
Which meant it was time to raise his torment a bit further – after all, she was here to punish him, not to make it pleasurable! Without warning, she dug her fingers again into his waist, squeezing and scratching around, bringing back the ticklish torment on top of the sexual one as she continued to bob her head up and down, keeping the blowjob going. Sasuke went ballistic, twitching violently to escape the tickles; April just slightly tightened her teeth around his penis, reminding him that sudden movements could have disastrous consequences. He froze almost immediately, which almost provoked a fit of laughter in April. It seemed something deep in a man’s soul could make him endure anything to protect his precious meatstick. She continued to torment him, with her fingers and her mouth, and the boy was thrust into conflict, unsure how to react to the stimulation he was receiving.
Of course, under such distress, something had to give – Sasuke could no longer control his vocal response. Now, he laughed and moaned with no restraints, giving himself at least this outlet to express his frustration and torment. Once again, April felt proud of her progress in breaking the young Uchiha – but there was more to be done.
She wanted him to beg.
She stopped the blowjob, doubling her efforts into the tickling of her waist, crotch and navel. She looked upward, staring at his face, which was staring back at her with pleading eyes. She smirked.
“What’s the problem, Sasuke-kun? Do you want me to continue sucking your dick?”
He diverged his sight, realizing she was on to him – that she had noticed his internal plea, that he wanted to beg for the pleasure to return, at the very least. When he looked elsewhere, she dug deeper and harder. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” She ordered, dropping her voice to a low, threatening tone. Sasuke still tried to resist for a while, but when April focused on a particular spot that she had already identified, right where his thighs met his pelvis, he leaned his head backwards, erupting with laughter, then quickly descended his gaze, staring back at her. “OHOHOHOKSHAHAHAHAYY STOHOHOHPP!!”
“What’s the magic word?” She teased, while still keeping the brutal tickles going.
“PLEHEHEHAHAHAHSSHEHEHEHE!!” He begged, finally, broken by the torment. April smiled from ear to ear, satisfied with her result. She did stop the tickling, standing there, staring at him.
Sasuke, grateful, focused in getting his breath back – but as the seconds dragged on, he stared back at her. Almost as if he expected – or wanted – something to continue, but was too ashamed to ask.
“What is it, Sasuke-kun? Want something?”
He didn’t dare answer. Maybe it was a trap? Maybe she was going to turn sadistic again? She was pretty clear that this was supposed to be punishment; he didn’t dare hope that she would continue the amazing blowjob without making him suffer more as well.
April smirked again. “Well, if you’re satisfied, then I’ll just go find a new toy. See you!” She said, getting up and cleaning her mouth with the back of her hand. She gave his eyes one final look, sustaining the seductive expression and detecting a hint of disappointment on his face, before going away. As she did, however, she passed through a few villainesses that were staring at Sasuke. She recognized them as two ladies from the Anime universe – Lust, from Full Metal Alchemist, and Himiko Toga, from Boku no Hero Academia. “His waist and crotch are his weakspot, ladies. And I bet he’d give anything to cum right now.” She said, as she passed through them; the two villainess stared at each other, shared a laugh, and entered Sasuke’s room; it didn’t take long for his frustrated laughter to echo through the corridor as April searched for Joker.
Didn’t take long for him to find her in the same room from before, but the situation had changed. Wonder Woman was passed out in the corner, restrained to a chair. Taking the center of the room, it was now Harley Quinn who was restrained by the vines; her shirt was rolled up to expose her breasts and entire upperbody, and her blue and red shorts were dropped in the floor around her ankles. The clothes clued April on something strange – Harley had changed, from her more cartoon-inspired design to the movie version, played by Margot Robbie; the clothes on the floor were not the red-and-black bodysuit that she was wearing when she was torturing Wonder Woman. Must be Dream Logic at play.
Poison Ivy was sitting in a chair by the side of the room, merely smiling as she kept her plants doing their job. Joker was behind Harley, scratching her armpits. Both cackled for very different reasons and it was hard to tell who was laughing the hardest.
“MIHIHIHISSTEHEHEHERR JJJ NOHOHOHOHOHOH!!!” Harley begged, squirming madly; she seemed to be extremely ticklish, at least on that spot.
“You an I both know that you’ve acted as a hero now and then, sweetheart. Which means you also deserves to be punished now and then~” He said, digging into her hollows.
“IHIHIHIVHEHEHEH CHAHAHAHAHANNGEHEHEHEDD!” She pleaded.
“Indeed, but we can’t erase the sins of our past, huh? Now laugh, sweetie.” He said, mercilessly keeping up the torment. It was only then that he noticed April approaching. “Hey girl! Had you fun?”
“Yes, very much so!” She said, looking at Harley. “So… you turned on her?”
“Heroism is not tolerated here, past present or future! Mrs. Quinn here is as much of a prisoner as Diana, or the boy you were tormenting. She just has some privileges as well – she can play with whoever she wants, but must submit to any other true villain! KYAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”
“Well, I’ll leave you to your fun. I can find my way to the next floor!” April said, still on the confidence high from her little session with Sasuke. After all, it was just a dream – her dream. She didn’t need to fear anything.
“As you wish! Have fun!”
She made her way to the nearest set of staircases and went upwards. Again, she experienced a net increase in the volume and desperation of laughter echoing from there with every step she took.
Nothing could have prepared her for the third floor. The first floor was all bright colors and a general vibe of happiness, despite all the suffering going on there. The second was exciting, bright reds and leather details. It was sexy, exhilarating.
Third floor was just sad. Sad… and scary. It was a prison. A dungeon. Floors and walls made of rock, chains hanging from the ceiling, rooms and showcases replaced by cells.
And the laughter… It was haunting. Terrible. Devoid of any happiness or enjoyment; coarse, rough, forced beyond the point in which the strain on the voice was pretty apparent.
She stepped forward, unsure. The environment didn’t seem very friendly. Should she really explore that place?
It didn’t take long for her to pull herself from that feeling of dread. It was just a dream! She didn’t need to fear anything. With renewed confidence, she started peeking in the cells, watching the torments the heroes and heroines were being made to endure.
It didn’t take long for her to realize that it was much brutal on this level than any other. Taking a quick glance in the cells, she noticed the Sailor Senshi – the protagonists of Sailor Moon – lined up naked against a wall, arms chained to them, mascara tears staining their faces. All of them were being tickled brutally by what seemed to be a group of generic goons; most of them didn’t even have it in them to laugh anymore; they were just staying there, sustained by the chains, occasionally managing enough energy to twitch an arm or jerk their hips to one side with painful expressions overtaken by silent, tired laughter.
On another, Trunks, from Dragon Ball Z, was placed in a pair of stocks, both his feet, his hands and his head stuffed in holes in the wooden apparel; Androids 17 and 18 were there, each focused on tormenting one feet, while Trunks screamed madly.
On a third one, she saw Chun-Li, from Street Fighter, being tortured by the villains of Shadaloo. She was tied to a wooden frame in the middle of the wall that restrained her in an X; Vega and Balrog were using electric toothbrushes on her powerful thighs, which seemed to be very effective going by her laughter. “IHIHIHIHI TOHOHOHHOLLDD YOHOHOHOHUHUHU EHEHEHEHVEHEHEHRRYTHHIHIHIHNNGGG AHAHAHALREEHEHEHADYYHYHY!” She pleaded amidst desperate cackles.
But finally, April saw something that really grabbed her attention. Her eyes grew wide, and she walked straight to it as if hypnotized.
Of all the animated and fictional crushes of her life, one stood supreme above all others: Spiderman. Specifically, the MCU incarnation, with Tom Holland. Holland himself was very attractive to her; she had a weakness for boys that look cute and precious, but also have a nice body and good musculature. He was by far one of her biggest celebrity crushes. But Holland by himself wasn’t enough; it was him as Peter Parker that melted her heart whenever he walked into the screen. The innocent but determined aura he exuded was just so… Oh, she loved it! Loved it more than anything!
And there he was! Tom Holland’s Peter Parker, restrained in the middle of a BIG cell, his arms chained to the ceiling while he sat in a small stone chair, still wearing his Spiderman costume, except for the mask and everything from the waist down, his legs exposed to the world. There were also tons of rips in the costume. His legs were locked in a pair of stocks, feet sticking out, completely bare and with toe rings of steel stretching the feet backwards, leaving them completely immobile. He seemed to be exhausted; his eyes were closed and his head was hanging low, but he was breathing deeply and seemed to still be awake. One thing caught her attention – he was gagged with some weird black, gooey substance.
“Uh… Hi?” She said, nervous; her confidence had completely vanished by meeting her crush, and she was reduced back to her klutzy, shy self.
Slowly, he reacted, lifting his head. His eyes were widened, and he just stared at her for a while, as if waiting for something. Finally, he looked left and right, and realized that whatever it was that he feared, April wasn’t it. She tried to smile to reassure him further.
“Hmmppff” He moaned. Oh yeah, the gag! She stepped forward and started taking off the black gag. As she did, she realized he was also gagged with something else – one of his booths, flexible as it was, had been rolled up and shoved into his mouth. She fished it off, her face contracting instinctively once the foul stench of it hit her nose.
“I… I promise my feet don’t stink like that usually. I had been working out before they caught me…” He said, blushing a bit, but still trying to take a more playful approach. It was amazing to her how he still managed to crack out jokes while being so clearly exhausted.
“You’re… cute. And you also have cute… feet.” She mumbled. What the fuck was she doing?! That must have been the worse compliment to do to someone. Still, he just smiled.
“If you get me out of here I promise to let you touch my feet as much as you want” He said. Then, he looked over her shoulder, to something approaching from behind her. “Oh no.” He said, now struggling hard against his bonds. An entirely futile effort, but one he seemed compelled to do nonetheless.
It didn’t take long for April to notice what was coming. She felt something towering over her from behind. As she turned, she saw Venom – the version from the cartoons, big and strong. She gulped; even though it was just a dream, seeing him “in real life” was pretty terrifying.
The villain stared back at her. “So you’re the girl that came into the Tower today, huh? That Joker was showing around?” He then emitted a deep, rough laugh. “Welcome to the Third Floor. Officially it’s called Prison, but we villains usually call it by a more proper name: Hell.” As he said that, he positioned himself behind Spiderman. “Wanna help me out? You can take his feet. I know you want to.”
Indeed she did. So much. It did make her a bit sad to see how tired Spiderman was – and how much Peter was still trying to keep a somewhat friendly facade despite it - but she ignored these feelings as she was drawn into the restrained pair of feet in front of her. She looked up, into the reassuring eyes of Venom, and started tickling.
When she made contact, Peter let out a long, anguished scream, which was eventually overtaken by laughter as the ticklish impulses became even greater than his despair. April was amazed by how sensitive he was; far more than Sasuke or any other of the guys and girls she had tormented today. Her sadistic side slowly started to bloom again, taking the forefront as she scratched his soles vigorously.
“What’s the matter, Spiderman? Can’t take a few tickles?” She asked, scratching harder, smirking evily.
“YOHOHOHuhuhRHS ARHEHEHE OOhohohokHAHAHAHYY THEHE ProghohoBLEHEHEHM IS BIHIHIGG UHUHUHUGGLYHY OVEHEHEHER THEHEHERREEE”
That was Spiderman alright – always talkative, always silly. Despite it, slowly his ticklishness started getting the best of him. All he could do is laugh; his laugh was coarse, rough, tired and with a strong undertone of sadness. He had been going through this torture for a long time it seemed – much earlier than her arrival.
Slowly, she started seeing Peter for what he was: A boy. A human boy, with limits that had been shattered, a boy that had been savagely tortured with a method that seemed silly, but was anything but.
She barely realized when she stopped tickling him.
“Tired already? Then get out. Don’t disturb my work.” Venom said, with very obvious disappointment. He extended his hands, and the symbionte body, capable of morphin itself in many shapes, manifested itself as a network of small tendrils that subdivided infinetly from their origin point, and moved independently. They started slithering into Spiderman’s clothes, through the many rips it presented, burrowing close to Peter’s skin. As he started feeling the tendrils closing in on their targets, Peter started screaming again, as if shocked awake.
“NO! PLEASE! NO MORE, I BEG YOU!”
“You had your chance before. You rejected me!” Venom said, and the tendrils finally extended themselves all the way to Peter’s feet, where they subdivided further. April observed as every single inch of his restrained and stretched soles became covered by small tendrils, little tentacles that twirled from side to side, anxious to dig into the flesh. She imagined the same was true of every other ticklish spot – his armpits, his sides, his navel. “Now suffer, Parker!” With that command, the tendrils started scratching his skin, everywhere, all at once. His soles, at a glance, seemed like soil covered in tiny worms.
Parker laughed, and it was the saddest laugh she had ever heard. It was a sound of pure, raw suffering; of unbearable torment, of the kind one would do anything to make it stop. Except he didn’t have the power to do so; mercy would come solely from Venom, and it was pretty clear he was not intent in showing him any. Peter’s body twitched and jerked into his limited freedom of movement; if the chair was not made of stone and fused with the ground, he would probably have tripped it by now by how wildly he was flailing about. His body seemed to be trying to escape in all directions, all at once, as the ticklish stimuli indeed came from everywhere, with no opening from where to find some peace, some way to flee. It was as if his skin itself was tickling him, revolted against its own master.
April, too, wished to cry. She looked away, uncapable of watching the tormented struggle any further. She closed her eyes, blocking it even from her peripherical view. But the laughter haunted her into the darkness; clasping her ears with her hands did nothing to help it, for the volume was too loud.
She needed to do something. No one should be allowed to suffer this much. The other floors were terrible for their denizens, she was sure, but everything had an aura of fun and mischief. This was not it; this was torture. Inhumane, dehumanizing, horrible.
“Stop! Venom, stop! He has had enough! He’s broken already! He can’t give you anything more.”
“He can give me plenty more! He can suffer so much more! If you’re going to bother me, then go away! Find your own victim to torture. There are many other cells in here.”
All at once, she became more aware of the roughness of the laughter in the floor. Everyone here was broken. A symphony of torment, of heroes who wished they were dead rather than going through this for one more moment.
This place didn’t deserve to exist! She closed her eyes, concentrating on ending the dream somehow. It was her dream. She had the power to do it!
She opened them again, still in Hell, still hearing the laughter.
She breathed deeply. Maybe she couldn’t control the dream, but she probably had some power. She needed to.
With a scream, she tackled Venom, pouring every fiber of her being into the belief that she could do it, that it would work.
For her surprise, it did! He was flung against the wall. April didn’t waste time; she grabbed Peter’s chains and pulled it. With another pull, she shattered the chains on his wrist, freeing his hands. With a chop, she broke the stocks. Spiderman was free!
He stared at her, eyes widened. She didn’t hesitate; April leaned in for a kiss. Peter reciprocated. They shared a passionate moment – but one April knew couldn’t last long.
“Go!” She told him. Peter nodded, and ran.
April smiled. She had done a good thing. She had saved him. Finally, she understood why Heroes did what they did in the movies. Her anger at them vanished. Heroism was the best feeling in the world.
“You should not have done that.” She heard from behind. Something grabbed her wrists and pushed her against the wall. It was the Symbyonte’s Web. She focused on her strenght, determined to pull herself free...
But was distracted by a feeling. A feeling that filled her with dread. She realized that the web restraining her wrists to the wall had extended thin tendrils into her sleeves, which now drilled her super sensitive underarms. She focused on the power, but it was impossible. Her armpits were far too sensitive; April was far too ticklish!
More webs were flung, now locking her ankles against the wall too, leaving her spread eagle against it. She forced her eyes open and watched as Venom approached, fury in his eyes.
“In this place, Heroes always lose. You could have played for the winning team. But you made your choice. Since you broke my favorite toy free, I’ll play with you instead!”
She screamed with horror as the tendrils extended from his fingers again, digging into her clothes, taking of her shoes... Once again, she tried waking up, but failed to do so. Meanwhile, the ones at her armpits continued to torment her, making her laugh and scream. And soon they started being joined by tendrils at her navel, tendrils at her feet...
With horror, she realized she will be stuck in this hell for a while. How long? Time could be weird in a dream; was she going to wake up in the next few minutes? Or would she spend the next years of dream-time here, tortured by this monster?
She prayed deeply for the first, for she realized, as the tendrils multiplied and started tickling faster and harder, that her sanity would not endure this torture for much longer...
