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Robert's Ordeal (A Tickle Apocalypse Story, ****/M)

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The world as we once knew it has become a distant memory; a mere shadow of the vibrant, bustling civilization that once thrived. It was a world now consumed by an unimaginable terror, a relentless force that has transformed laughter into agony, pleasure into torment. This is the era of the Tickle Apocalypse.

In this new age, an insidious mutation has swept across humanity, spawning hordes of creatures known as tickle zombies. The origins of this epidemic are shrouded in mystery, as scientists and survivors alike grapple with the enigma of its genesis. It is a catastrophic event that defies rational explanation.

The tickle zombies are not like the zombies of horror fiction, hungry for human flesh. No, these creatures have a different purpose; a singular desire to inflict ticklish torment upon their victims. With their elongated nails and tongues, they seek out laughter, transforming it into a weapon of torture. The victims, once consumed by ticklish pleasure for twelve hours turn into tickle zombies.

For those new to this world, the devastation and chaos may seem overwhelming. The streets, once filled with the sounds of everyday life, now echoed with haunting laughter and desperate pleas for mercy. It is a world turned upside down, where the simplest act of laughter could be the trigger that attracts the relentless tickle zombies.

Prepare to step into the realm of the tickle apocalypse, where every tickle carries the weight of despair, and laughter becomes the ultimate battleground.

Welcome to a world unlike any other. Welcome to the Tickle Apocalypse.

***

Robert, or Rob as his friends once called him, was a schoolteacher in his former life, the life before the apocalypse. He taught third grade at PS 988. A class of twenty-one students, they were all like Rob’s own children.

Rob was thirty-five years old when his whole world turned upside down. He never had children of his own, never married, and didn’t even have a partner when the end became the new beginning. Rob never felt like he had the time to commit. Each year’s new class of third graders took all of Rob’s time and attention. He didn’t mind though; he never felt the need to “fill” any void.

It wasn’t like he wasn’t attractive either. Standing at a modest five feet eight inches, messy brown hair, an average build with an unimposing demeanor, he was definitely the classic “schoolteacher” type. And yet he remained single until the day the zombies took to the streets. Now he would be alone forever…

Robert did well on his own, though. Since civilization’s collapse, Rob made a new life for himself. He lived in a lovely house in Brooklyn, NY with three bedrooms and two bathrooms. Of course, the bathrooms weren’t functional because all the plumbing stopped working once the world stopped working. And of course, the electricity in the house didn’t work because zombies weren’t really great at maintaining the electric grid. And yes, his windows were boarded up and he had an electric generator that powered the flood lights outside his home. And he had another generator that kept the whole inside of his home lit, even when he slept, but it was home and that’s all that mattered to Rob.

Light, specifically sunlight, but bright electric lights to a lesser extent, kept the zombies away. They don’t like the light. They like darkness. They’ll settle for shade if it means they can get to their prey. Rob knew this. All surviving humans knew this. Every survivor has watched a loved one or even a random person get taken to a dark place by a zombie or multiple zombies, and once you’re taken, you rarely come back. Sure, if you’re armed with the proper weaponry and tarmor you may be able to save someone, but generally speaking, once you’re taken, you’re taken for good.

Rob had thankfully never been taken. He had moved away from his whole family when he started his teaching career, so he wasn’t sure if they were still alive. Cellphone towers and landlines were all down, so he had no way of contacting them. Hundreds of miles separated them from him; a distance that could no longer be travelled safely. As a matter of fact, almost no distance can be travelled safely these days. There were always shaded areas to avoid. Nightfall comes fast so you always need to be near your home base.

Rob had all of this figured out. His house was his “Home Base”, but he had other safehouses along the way. Rob had set up safehouses approximately every quarter mile. It was incredibly important as he was always scavenging for supplies. Gasoline was a scarce resource and Rob needed it to run his generators. Lucky for Rob, he lived in Brooklyn; New York City always had residential and commercial areas overlapping. There were dozens of homes and businesses with all the fuel he would need for years to come.

Rob had survived fifteen months on his own thus far. He established twenty-three safehouses surrounding home base. It wasn’t a perfect circle surrounding home and he hadn’t yet explored anywhere to the south, but it was a work in progress. The summer months gave him plenty of time to gather supplies and set up safehouses, however, it is December now, and the sun is setting earlier than any other time of year. Rob’s daylight hours are limited so he must move quickly and efficiently.

***

Rob woke up early one morning in December to take on what the day had to offer. His goal was to get another safehouse set up. He would go northwest passing seven safehouses to reach the new home he would set up as a safehouse. Rob had been venturing out every day in the same direction to stock each established safehouse with materials for the new one. That way he didn’t have to carry everything on one trip; he was able to make stops along the way.

Rob figured it would take around ten minutes to get to each safehouse. Normally the distance could be closed quicker, but carrying heavy and bulky supplies slowed him down.

“Let’s assume worst case scenario,” Rob thought to himself. “Ten minutes between each safehouse, five minutes gathering supplies at each safehouse… I should reach the new safehouse to set up in around an hour and forty-five minutes. Safehouse setup, between boarding up windows, setting up floodlights, getting everything important connected to generators, sealing off entrances… another three hours. So, five-ish hours total. That leaves me with around four more hours of sunlight… really more like two and a half or three since once the sun starts setting, the shadows appear and so do the zombies. Okay, so this roundtrip should be doable! I should get started.”

Rob got dressed in his regular attire: a pair of boxers, two pairs of high tube socks, a pair of blue jeans, an undershirt, a sweater, a winter coat, and of course his winter boots. The weather wasn’t too bad today, so he didn’t wear his hat. Rob strapped his knife to his belt and had his ever-present thought that he wished he had a gun.

Once Robert was confident that he had all he needed to depart, he set out for the first safehouse which had some of the supplies for the new safehouse.

Rob’s estimate was right, he reached the new safehouse within two hours of leaving home base. Now it was time to get everything set up. Rob started with getting the generators up and running. Following that he hung the floodlights and got them wired to the generator. He put extra canisters of gasoline in one of the bedrooms on the first floor. Once the generator and floodlights were good to go, Rob got the generator set up inside along with plenty of lamps and overhead lights. Then he boarded up the windows and made sure there were no additional exits or entrances around the house that he missed. He made sure to leave some gaps in the boarding, both for natural sunlight and to have a view to the outside world if he needed it.

By the time Rob finished what he was doing he noticed the sun was starting to set. While the floodlights were lighting up half the block, Rob started seeing shadows and even full dark spots. He could hear rustling in the distance as well and figured he was better off making use of his new safehouse rather than trying to make the trek back to home base.

Rob stayed inside, locked then barricaded the front door. He went to one of the bedrooms that had what looked like a Twin XL bed and made himself comfortable. He would of course sleep fully clothed with his knife at his side. Not only was it even colder at night, but his clothes and blade should help protect him from whatever lurks in the night, although he never wished to confront that which lurks. While there were lights shining over him, it wasn’t anything new. Rob had been sleeping with the lights on for fifteen months now. He was asleep in minutes

***

Rob woke up startled. Was that a crash? Why was it so dark in the room? There were still lights on in the house, but he couldn’t see the floodlights peeking through the cracks in the boarded-up windows.

When Rob sat up, he realized that he had sealed his fate. There was no way to know where he messed up, but he must have because in the corner of the room was a zombie.

Once turned, tickle zombies all started looking relatively similar. Their skin turns gray, their eyes lose the light of life, their nails grow long – some have long pointy nails while others are more rounded, and their tongues grow longer. Most zombies remained in the clothes they died in, and since most died at the hands of other tickle zombies, most zombies can be found naked. This particular zombie looked like it was female when it was alive, based on its breasts and genitalia, but did it even matter? He was going to be tickled all the same.

The zombie didn’t notice Rob so had to keep extra quiet. He reached for the knife that was at his waist, but he was too slow and too loud.

The zombie bounded across the room in one leap and landed on top of Rob, grabbing his arms and pinning them over his head. The zombie let out a yell, no, a cackle, and three more zombies entered the bedroom, all looked similarly female. One of them pinned his legs while the other two chuckled next to him.

This was it; the time Rob wished would never come… he was about to be tickled by four tickle zombies and would likely be turned to a tickle zombie himself. He couldn’t imagine another survivor being close enough to hear his laughter. Even if someone was close enough, he doubted they would risk their life to save a stranger. No, Robert was alone. His fate was sealed. He was about to laugh more than he ever laughed in his life and ever would laugh again.

***

It’s difficult to say how much human intelligence remained once turned to a zombie, but they had enough brain power to know that they needed to get the clothes off their prey before feeding, and that’s just what they did with Rob. All four zombies worked together – shoes were untied and thrown across the room, jeans ripped off, both layers of socks now gone, boxers were shred to hundreds of pieces, sweater and undershirt came off together. Rob was left cold and naked on the bed – one zombie at his head pinning his arms, one at his feet pinning his legs, one by his right side, and one at his left. As if sharing one mind, the two tickle zombies at either side of Rob began their assault.

One of the zombies began by using its long nails to tickle Rob’s sensitive armpits. Using just one nail from each finger, it teased Rob’s hairy armpits. It slowly began adding in another finger to tickle – first one nail in each armpit, then two, then three, then four, until all five nails from each hand was tickling Rob’s pits.

A theme that would arise in Rob’s mind would be, “This would’ve been enough…”, meaning, “It would be enough to drive him mad if there was just tickling in his underarms, but he was always being tickled elsewhere.”

The other zombie was going to town on Rob’s belly and sides. Its long nails scratched up and down his ticklish sides while it used its tongue to lick his bellybutton. It would even trace its nails down to Rob’s hips and scrape along his hipbones and waist. This would send electric shocks down his whole body and the tickle zombie knew it.

The zombies at his head and feet longed to be included, since both had their hands occupied, they had to settle for only using their tongues. The zombie at Rob’s feet was using its long rough tongue to lick the soles of his feet. From Rob’s heel to his toes, his feet were covered in zombie saliva. The zombie would take Rob’s toes in its mouth and nibble and suck them. This was also sending electric shocks through his whole body. “This would’ve been enough…”

The zombie at Rob’s head was using its tongue to lick his neck, collarbone, and ears. The sensation was overwhelming. Not only did it tickle like mad, but it was beginning to arouse poor Rob. While he didn’t have a partner before the apocalypse began, he still had past experiences. In those experiences, Rob learned that he had certain spots that would send him into orbit. His ears and neck being licked were some of those spots. Rob learned today that having his feet licked, nibbled on, and sucked also sent him into orbit.

To make matters worse, the four tickle zombies laughed along with Robert. The better the reaction, the more they laughed. It was that extra teasing that started to stir an awakening below the belt… well, it would’ve been below the belt had Rob been wearing any clothes. The zombie that was tickling his bellybutton with its tongue moved it lower and started licking Rob’s pubic mound. This new sensation was welcomed since it didn’t tickle as much as his other spots, but Rob was now having a dilemma… he was becoming aroused. How could be becoming aroused in what very well might be his final hours alive? It was an existential question that he couldn’t dedicate much brain power to as the tickling was still going full force on other parts of his body.

The zombie in his armpits switched from its nails in both pits to all ten long nails dancing in one armpit and down his sides along with its tongue licking his other hairy armpit. The zombie at Rob’s head was holding his arms up with just one hand now and was tracing its long nails ever so lightly across Rob’s neck, chest, and nipples. Its tongue was still working its magic on Rob’s neck and ears. The zombie also added in some nibbles across his ears and neck too. That would elicit throaty giggles that were on the verge of moans.

Rob was avoiding moaning at all costs. That would embarrass him to no end. It was bad enough that he messed up to the point that he was being tickled by the most expert ticklers in existence, but to then be turned on by the ordeal! That would be unacceptable…

It was a losing battle, however. Each lick and each light touch reminded Rob how he longed for the touch of another person. While these weren’t “people”, they sure as hell touched like people. This thought is what finally pushed out Rob’s first moan and would spell disaster for the young horny man.

The zombies took notice of the moan, of course, and decided to change tactics to sexual stimulation. The zombie at Rob’s feet eased up on the intense tickling and switched to sucking his toes like little lollypops. It was running its tongue up and down his feet and across the tops. Meanwhile, it took this opportunity to spread Rob’s legs a little further apart.

“This would’ve been enough…”

The zombie that was tickling and licking Rob’s armpits stopped. It lifted Rob up, got underneath him to the point where Rob was laying directly on top of the zombie. It then raised him up using its knees, shins, and feet. With its head facing Rob’s ass, it spread his cheeks wide and used its long tongue to lick his asshole. The ingenuity of these zombies was something amazing.

“This would’ve been enough…”

The zombie holding down Rob’s arms wasn’t contributing to the intense tickling at any point really, so it continued what it was doing. Tongue licked, teeth nibbled, and nails teased. Ears, neck, collarbone, nipples; nothing was safe.

“This would’ve been enough…”

The zombie that was licking Rob’s pubic mound and tickling his sides climbed on the bed in between Rob’s legs and began licking his inner thighs, waistline, and pubic mound. While its mouth was occupied, it was running its long nails up and down Rob’s thighs and belly. Not only that, but with the other zombie lifting Rob off the bed, this zombie was able to use its nails to lightly tickle Rob’s ass cheeks as well.

“This would’ve been enough…”

The zombie between Rob’s legs needed to stop licking Rob’s pubic mound because his erection was now standing tall and firm, blocking the way. Rob had never felt such arousal in his life. He never had the attention of two partners in his life and now he was being teased by four! He was still being tickled, but his laughter was mixed with moaning. The tickle zombies mimicked the moaning too which made it all the more sexual. The zombie at his head moaning directly in his ear along with the zombie licking his asshole and moaning, causing additional vibrations to shake him from the inside out, were getting him very close to the edge.

Pre-cum was tripping from the tip of Rob’s dick. Every so often the zombies between Rob’s legs would lick it up. Rob’s penis, however, went untouched. It was a maddening sensation. Rob didn’t care much for edging back before the apocalypse and he didn’t care for it now. While Rob taught that delayed gratification was great for some things, this was not one of them.

“Unghh… P-Please…” Rob moaned. He felt dirty just letting those words leave his lips. Here he was being teased by these evil creatures and he was begging them. Begging them to allow him to have an orgasm.

“I need it. Please let me… please let me cum.”

Rob wouldn’t be given that release. Instead, the tongues kept licking and his pre-cum kept dripping. This torture continued for what felt like days, but in reality, was only two hours. After two hours though, the zombies switched back to tickling. Long nails restarted their assault across Rob’s body. Underarms, belly, sides, feet, back, and ass all fell victim to the long nails. Tongue were still being used, but not for pleasure, purely for tickling.

Rob was a mess. He was drenched in sweat, a fact that the zombies didn’t care about; they kept licking him up like he was the tastiest treat on Earth. Rob couldn’t even thrash around to escape the tickling because the zombies held him so tightly. No matter how intense this tickling felt though, Rob’s erection remained. It was on permanent display for the zombies to see and not touch. Every touch of the zombies both tickled Rob and aroused him to no end.

After an hour of tickling passed the zombies switched tactics again back to the sexual teasing. Sensually teasing tongues rejoined the effort while the long nails eased to a light ticklish trailing across Rob’s body. During all this time, over three hours of touching, Rob’s penis was never touched… until now. The tickle zombie between Rob’s legs slid its tongue across Rob’s pubic mound once more, but this meant that its tongue now touched Rob’s penis, even if it was just a fleeting touch.

Rob nearly came on contact, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more.

“Please! I need it. Just make me cum!” Rob yelled between moans.

The tickle zombie obliged. It likely had nothing to do with Rob’s begging and more to do with that it desired a different taste. It wasn’t just that zombie that wanted a taste, the zombie that was holding Rob up wanted a taste too. It slid itself free, lowering Rob back on the bed, and then joined the zombie between Rob’s legs. There wasn’t enough room for both of them, but after some bickering, each zombie straddled one of Rob’s legs and got to work.

One zombie licked his balls while the other licked his dick – from shaft to head. Rob was in heaven and hell at the same time. The tickling picked up at his feet while the licking and nibbling on his neck and ears continued. Of course, there was all the attention his dick was getting too. He was getting close now. He just needed to focus on the right sensations, but he couldn’t because of the tickling.

All over, nails were scurrying across Rob’s skin at ungodly speeds. His flesh was being licked, poked, and prodded eliciting the most ticklish sensations. Pre-cum poured from his dick like a leaky faucet. Rob’s laughter renewed along with his begging.

“For the love of… LET ME CUM! I NEED IT. I’M BEGGING YOU. ALL OF YOU. Y-YOU WERE ALL ONCE ALIVE. YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I NEED THIS!”

The tickle zombies didn’t listen. For hours they continued switching between tickling and teasing. They didn’t let up for a second. As the hours dragged on, Rob noticed the sun peeking through the boarded-up windows. The zombies noticed too. Each of them kept glancing at the rays now starting to creep into the bedroom. It was going to be a particularly sunny day. The tickle zombies didn’t like that. They would have to leave their prey before they could finish turning him. The zombies never said any of this out loud, of course, and they didn’t really think it either. It was more like an animalistic instinct. In any case, they didn’t have much time.

The next round of teasing began. This time was different. The zombie holding Rob’s arms lifted them up along with Rob, then stood on the bed. Simultaneously, the zombie at Rob’s feet swung them off the bed. Now Rob was being held with his arms above his head by one zombie, one zombie held Rob’s feet to the ground, one zombie got on the bed facing Rob’s back, and the final zombie got on its knees between Rob’s legs.

The zombie behind Rob spread his ass cheeks wide, licked his asshole slowly, and then started tongue fucking his asshole. The zombie in front of Rob took his whole dick in its mouth and began sucking. Rob had gotten blowjobs in his life, but nothing compared to this sensation, and certainly nothing compared to having a tongue up his ass and having his dick sucked the way it was.

“This would’ve been enough…”

The zombie holding Rob’s arms used its tongues to lick and tickle his neck and ears. The zombie holding his feet licked the tops of his feet, his legs, and behind his knees.

“This is enough…”

Fireworks erupted in Rob’s eyes. His body clenched and contracted. Then, with exertion that Rob thought was guaranteed to kill him, he proceeded to have the most intense orgasm of his life. His heart raced and his head was pounding. The zombie sucking him kept going. Rob could feel how much he was cumming; he was pumping cum like a never-ending geyser. The zombie sucking him swallowed his cum like it was ambrosia of the gods, the zombie at his behind kept tongue fucking his asshole, and the final two kept teasing the rest of his body.

As the orgasm subsided, the tickling began anew. Once again, the long nails flew across his body. If possible, he was even more sensitive than he was before. He laughed as loud as his lungs would allow.

After ten minutes of intense tickling the tickle zombie holding Rob’s legs ran off. In its place Rob saw the bright sun shining through the cracks in the barricaded windows. He now had use of his legs, but he was so weak from the ordeal that he wasn’t sure he could run yet. Moments later, the zombie that just finished giving him the best head of his life also ran off; warm rays of sunshine warmed up his flaccid dick.

The zombie holding Rob’s arms up started making snarling noises. Rob could see that its hands had the morning sun shining brightly on them. After a minute or two the zombie couldn’t take it, dropped Rob’s arms, and ran out of the room.

The zombie behind Rob could see that its prey was free of any restraints and acted quickly to try and subdue Rob. This time it was the tickle zombie was too slow. Once freed, Rob used all his energy to run to his pile of clothes, grab his knife, turn around, blade in hand and naked as the day he was born, and face his last captor. The zombie gave one final laugh and ran away, following its previously fled brethren.

With his remaining strength, Rob got into a change of clothes and made the trek back to home base. Once back, he triple checked all exits and entrances, got in bed, and slept for the next eighteen hours straight.

Rob would live to survive another day.



I hope you enjoyed reading about Rob’s ordeal in the Tickle Apocalypse. If you would like to read another story in the same universe, check out The Tickle Apocalypse, my recently published e-book. Robert’s Ordeal is a standalone story, separate from the plot of the e-book. More Tickle Apocalypse stories to come!

If zombies aren’t your speed, check out my other e-book, The Ticklish Accountant.

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