stupidstupidman1
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Ara ran the feather in a slow, twisting motion across the Tifa’s toned stomach as she listened to her forced giggles. She slid it back and forth like a saw, varying slightly as she swirled around her belly button at random intervals.
“No, stop!” Tifa cried between giggles as Ara began to focus only on her belly button. She stuck the soft tip of the feather in and twisted it constantly, letting the frills of the golden feather brush the area around the belly button. With her free hand she danced spider-like up Tifa’s side, teasing her soft skin and foreshadowing the attack to come.
“I think I’ve been too lenient with you, dear Tifa,” Ara teased as she scratched her nails along Tifa’s side.
“Ahahahaha! Go...to...hell!”
“Well, I guess your just asking for it aren’t you? Fine.” Ara finished with an annoyed tone. In one quick motion she ditched the feather and dug both her hands into Tifa’s sides.
“NAHAHAHAHAHA!” Tifa screamed as her eyes shot open. The unexpected tickling caused her to buck and writhe in motion with Ara’s hands. She twisted against her bonds as Ara continued to work her sides, unable to stop laughing and cursing her own reaction the entire time.
“That’s better! Don’t have much to say now do you?” Ara yelled over Tifa’s screams. Tifa could only respond with laughter as Ara changed techniques and quickly ran her nails all over Tifa’s exposed stomach and sides. Her dancing hands sent electric sensations throughout Tifa’s body and she thrashed around harder than ever.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAH!! OH GOD STOPAHAHAHAHAH!!!” Tifa shouted, trying with all her might to get the words out between her laughter. To her surprise, Ara’s hands ceased.
Tifa lay with her limbs still spread, her chest heaving as she panted for breath.
“What’s wrong, little Tifa? Was that too much?” Ara teased as she grabbed the feather again.
“You...bitch...” Tifa breathed defiantly while looking into Ara’s eyes with malice.
“I guess you haven’t learned yet. Well I’ll take things slower so I can get the message across.” Ara then brought the feather towards Tifa’s exposed arms as Tifa tried desperately to move away. A smile spread across Ara’s face.
She started at Tifa’s elbow, placing the feather there and remaining still. Slowly and torturously she dragged the feather down towards Tifa’s armpit, moving it side to side as she did so. Her motion was like that of a painter slowly drawing a curved line down her captors arm. Tifa bit her lip and tried not to give in this time.
As Ara began moving the soft feather back up Tifa’s arm she said, “So you’re trying to brave this one out, are you? I think you don’t take me seriously!”
With that she flipped the feather around and with the pointed end she scribbled furiously all up and down Tifa’s arm.
“AHAHAHAHAH! NO! NO!” Tifa screamed suddenly as her body rose off of the ground. Ara kept scratching lightly until she ended up on Tifa’s armpit. She traced the smooth lines of Tifa’s muscles as she moved her nails along Tifa’s arm. The combination of the feather on her armpit and Ara’s hand on her arm sent her reeling sideways as she jerked and twisted in a vain effort to escape. Ara alternated between the soft and hard ends of the feather as she swirled it around Tifa’s exposed underarm, enjoying Tifa’s desperate screams the entire time. Whether it was Kadaj’s treatment or her underlying personality, Ara found this extremely exciting.
--and here is where we must make a decision. i have the option (and desire) to make the story become tickling/sexual but i'm not sure if i should. gimme some feedback as to whether or not sexual themes should come into play. thanks all.
“No, stop!” Tifa cried between giggles as Ara began to focus only on her belly button. She stuck the soft tip of the feather in and twisted it constantly, letting the frills of the golden feather brush the area around the belly button. With her free hand she danced spider-like up Tifa’s side, teasing her soft skin and foreshadowing the attack to come.
“I think I’ve been too lenient with you, dear Tifa,” Ara teased as she scratched her nails along Tifa’s side.
“Ahahahaha! Go...to...hell!”
“Well, I guess your just asking for it aren’t you? Fine.” Ara finished with an annoyed tone. In one quick motion she ditched the feather and dug both her hands into Tifa’s sides.
“NAHAHAHAHAHA!” Tifa screamed as her eyes shot open. The unexpected tickling caused her to buck and writhe in motion with Ara’s hands. She twisted against her bonds as Ara continued to work her sides, unable to stop laughing and cursing her own reaction the entire time.
“That’s better! Don’t have much to say now do you?” Ara yelled over Tifa’s screams. Tifa could only respond with laughter as Ara changed techniques and quickly ran her nails all over Tifa’s exposed stomach and sides. Her dancing hands sent electric sensations throughout Tifa’s body and she thrashed around harder than ever.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAH!! OH GOD STOPAHAHAHAHAH!!!” Tifa shouted, trying with all her might to get the words out between her laughter. To her surprise, Ara’s hands ceased.
Tifa lay with her limbs still spread, her chest heaving as she panted for breath.
“What’s wrong, little Tifa? Was that too much?” Ara teased as she grabbed the feather again.
“You...bitch...” Tifa breathed defiantly while looking into Ara’s eyes with malice.
“I guess you haven’t learned yet. Well I’ll take things slower so I can get the message across.” Ara then brought the feather towards Tifa’s exposed arms as Tifa tried desperately to move away. A smile spread across Ara’s face.
She started at Tifa’s elbow, placing the feather there and remaining still. Slowly and torturously she dragged the feather down towards Tifa’s armpit, moving it side to side as she did so. Her motion was like that of a painter slowly drawing a curved line down her captors arm. Tifa bit her lip and tried not to give in this time.
As Ara began moving the soft feather back up Tifa’s arm she said, “So you’re trying to brave this one out, are you? I think you don’t take me seriously!”
With that she flipped the feather around and with the pointed end she scribbled furiously all up and down Tifa’s arm.
“AHAHAHAHAH! NO! NO!” Tifa screamed suddenly as her body rose off of the ground. Ara kept scratching lightly until she ended up on Tifa’s armpit. She traced the smooth lines of Tifa’s muscles as she moved her nails along Tifa’s arm. The combination of the feather on her armpit and Ara’s hand on her arm sent her reeling sideways as she jerked and twisted in a vain effort to escape. Ara alternated between the soft and hard ends of the feather as she swirled it around Tifa’s exposed underarm, enjoying Tifa’s desperate screams the entire time. Whether it was Kadaj’s treatment or her underlying personality, Ara found this extremely exciting.
--and here is where we must make a decision. i have the option (and desire) to make the story become tickling/sexual but i'm not sure if i should. gimme some feedback as to whether or not sexual themes should come into play. thanks all.
