allbutnone86
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Jen was home alone, as she usually was, and was getting ready for bed. She had work in the morning so she planned on getting a good nights sleep. However, a thief had other plans as she snuck into Jen's house. The thief had gathered info that this house contained something of high value. But, she searched all around the house and couldn't find it. She was just about to give up before she saw that someone was home and that gave her an idea. The thief carefully snuck into Jen's room and used some rope she had to tie her to her bed. By the time Jen woke up, she was already completely tied up. She screamed at the sight of the thief and tried to get up, but quickly realized her circumstances.
"I heard you have a very valuable object here. I want to know where it is," the thief asked.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about!" Jen responded.
"If you tell me now, everything will be easy and both of us leave here happy. Or, you can resist and I can have a little fun with you," the thief threatened.
Jen stayed silent, unable to think of what to do. So, the thief went over to the tied woman's feet. Jen was curious about the thief intentions, then she quickly found out. The thief began using her nails to tickle her feet. Jen burst out laughing, despite that though, she felt that she could resist this for a while. What she didn't realize is that the thief was holding back.
"Tickle tickle~ Do you want to tell me where, or can I keep playing with your feetsies~?"
Jen didn't respond, except with laughter. After a while, the thief stopped. She went over to the side of the bed, then she lifted up Jen's shirt, reveling her belly. She put her hands just above her belly in attacking position.
"Come on, it isn't so hard to tell me."
Jen once again said nothing. So, the thief used her fingers to tickle her belly. Jen laughed away at this, the longer this went on the more hysterical she became. The thief had learned about balancing an all out assault of a victim, while also keeping them conscious and sane. After a few more minutes of this she stopped again.
"If you can't tell me where to find the object, I'm going to find another spot to tickle."
Jen was still silent. So, she began to tickle her thighs. It was a surprising weak point for Jen as she laughed away . She never imagined she was that ticklish there, but she was and the thief was taking full advantage of that. She tickled ll around her thighs and did a little tickling on her hips and waistline before stopping again.
"I'm giving you another opportunity, tell me where it is. Trust me, you won't like this going on much longer."
Jen still said nothing, only laughing when the thief dug her fingers into her underarms. She skillfully used her fingers to maximize the tickling in her underarms. After a few minutes, Jen was beginning to crumble, the thief noticed. So, she moved on to her final technique.
"Why do you keep tickling me? You know I'm not gonna talk," Jen said confident of herself.
"Oh, I think you're going to talk," the thief said grabbing two objects out of her bag, "No one has ever resisted the oil, brush combo before."
The thief applied the oil to Jen's feet. Then she brought the brush up to her feet.
"Last chance," she offered. But, Jen kept silent, "Suit it yourself. Coochie coochie coo~"
And then the thief unleashed tickling hell on her feet. Jen was now laughing harder than she had this entire time. The thief knew that this could drive one mad, or cause them to lose consciousness, but no one ever lasted that long. Jen gave in after about a half minute of this. She couldn't even imagine going through that even more.
"It's in a safe in the attic, the code is 1284," Jen told her.
"I'll go verify what you said is true, because if it's not," the thief looked at the brush again making Jen terrified. The thief went and grabbed the item and returned to Jen.
"Looks like you were telling the truth. Thank you for your cooperation. Oh, and don't tell anybody about this because if you do just remember, I know where you live," and the thief disappeared. The tickling thief had won again.
"I heard you have a very valuable object here. I want to know where it is," the thief asked.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about!" Jen responded.
"If you tell me now, everything will be easy and both of us leave here happy. Or, you can resist and I can have a little fun with you," the thief threatened.
Jen stayed silent, unable to think of what to do. So, the thief went over to the tied woman's feet. Jen was curious about the thief intentions, then she quickly found out. The thief began using her nails to tickle her feet. Jen burst out laughing, despite that though, she felt that she could resist this for a while. What she didn't realize is that the thief was holding back.
"Tickle tickle~ Do you want to tell me where, or can I keep playing with your feetsies~?"
Jen didn't respond, except with laughter. After a while, the thief stopped. She went over to the side of the bed, then she lifted up Jen's shirt, reveling her belly. She put her hands just above her belly in attacking position.
"Come on, it isn't so hard to tell me."
Jen once again said nothing. So, the thief used her fingers to tickle her belly. Jen laughed away at this, the longer this went on the more hysterical she became. The thief had learned about balancing an all out assault of a victim, while also keeping them conscious and sane. After a few more minutes of this she stopped again.
"If you can't tell me where to find the object, I'm going to find another spot to tickle."
Jen was still silent. So, she began to tickle her thighs. It was a surprising weak point for Jen as she laughed away . She never imagined she was that ticklish there, but she was and the thief was taking full advantage of that. She tickled ll around her thighs and did a little tickling on her hips and waistline before stopping again.
"I'm giving you another opportunity, tell me where it is. Trust me, you won't like this going on much longer."
Jen still said nothing, only laughing when the thief dug her fingers into her underarms. She skillfully used her fingers to maximize the tickling in her underarms. After a few minutes, Jen was beginning to crumble, the thief noticed. So, she moved on to her final technique.
"Why do you keep tickling me? You know I'm not gonna talk," Jen said confident of herself.
"Oh, I think you're going to talk," the thief said grabbing two objects out of her bag, "No one has ever resisted the oil, brush combo before."
The thief applied the oil to Jen's feet. Then she brought the brush up to her feet.
"Last chance," she offered. But, Jen kept silent, "Suit it yourself. Coochie coochie coo~"
And then the thief unleashed tickling hell on her feet. Jen was now laughing harder than she had this entire time. The thief knew that this could drive one mad, or cause them to lose consciousness, but no one ever lasted that long. Jen gave in after about a half minute of this. She couldn't even imagine going through that even more.
"It's in a safe in the attic, the code is 1284," Jen told her.
"I'll go verify what you said is true, because if it's not," the thief looked at the brush again making Jen terrified. The thief went and grabbed the item and returned to Jen.
"Looks like you were telling the truth. Thank you for your cooperation. Oh, and don't tell anybody about this because if you do just remember, I know where you live," and the thief disappeared. The tickling thief had won again.
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