...All right fine! I'll post the stinkin' log... *murmur*murmur*
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<Ticklish> wow all these people...
* Attacker sneaks the feather duster up behind Ticklish and down her spine
<Attacker> hehe
* Ticklish jumps!!
<Ticklish> oh!
<Onlooker> lol
<Attacker> good evening....and how are you?
<Ticklish> Uhm.. I'm good..
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<Ticklish> yourself?
<Attacker> sitting around, watching the bytes go by...
<Attacker> or is that miles?
<Onlooker> yawn
<Onlooker> im freakin tired
<Ticklish> not sure
* Attacker throws the ball gag at Onlooker to stop the yawns for a while
* Ticklish snatches Attacker's feather duster away, glowers a bit
<Onlooker> yawn!
* Ticklish hides it behind her back
<Onlooker> hhaha
<Attacker> hrm....
* Attacker grabs the air compressor, starts blowing air at Ticklish--right on those sensitive sides
<Onlooker> hahaha
<Attacker> don't even have to touch you!
<Ticklish> ACK!
<Onlooker> run!!
<Onlooker> lol
* Ticklish laughs, writhing madly
* Attacker works closer to Ticklish, snags the feather duster back
* Attacker drops the air compressor and attacks with the feather duster
* Ticklish grabs vainly for it, doubles up again, hugging herself as she wriggles franticly, shrieking with laughter
* Attacker works the duster up and down Ticklish's sides, alternating with fingers at her feet
<roamer> !list
<Onlooker> doesnt work...
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<Attacker> ya skeered 'im away, Onlooker
* Ticklish falls out on the floor, legs thrashing madly, arms wrapped tight around her torso
<Attacker> Whoo Hoo!
<Onlooker> hehe
* Attacker snags his cuffs, traps Ticklish's arms in place--ad goes to work on the neck and unprotected thights
<Onlooker> how do u do that Ticklish falls out on the floo.....
<Onlooker> whats the command
<Attacker> type /me falls on the floor
<Attacker> and presto!
* Onlooker falls on the floor
<Onlooker> cool
<Onlooker> lol
<Onlooker> thanks
<Attacker> it's the basic action command--np
* Ticklish screams, giggling madly, scrunching up her neck into her shoulders, thighs pressing together to try to avoid the duster, kicking at him with socked feet
<Attacker> huh! I see how it goes!
* Attacker snags one of her socked feet, and pulls the covering off--then holds it firmly in place while running a fingernail lightly along the sole of her foot
* Attacker continues running the duster along her sides as well
* Ticklish screams
* Onlooker laughs
* Ticklish wrenches madly against her arm restrains, eyes clenched tightly shut, tossing her head from side to side as she shrieks and laughs helplessly
* Attacker looks around, and spies the air compressor still laying on the floor.....
* Attacker gets a devilish grin on his face...
<Onlooker> Ohhh UHhh
<Onlooker> uhhh ohhh*
* Attacker picks up the compressor nozzle....
* Ticklish whimpers, squirming nervously, curling as far into the fetal position as she can with her arms tied down
<Attacker> and starts blowing air along Ticklish's sensitive belly and thighs
* Onlooker yawns
* Attacker grins as he watches Ticklish squirm!
* Ticklish scrunches forward hard, pulled back by the restraints, legs thrashing harder, madly, cheeks reddened from her frantic laughter
<Attacker> hrm..seems someone's running out of air up there!
* Attacker starts running the air over her neck and face while using the duster on her thighs and belly
<Attacker> enjoying yourself? or should we go some more??
* Attacker grins
* Ticklish cackles madly, gasping desperately, tears of mirth trickling down her cheeks
* Attacker figures that's enough of an answer....
* Attacker wraps a runner band around the trigger on the compressor nozzle, and aims it to keep blowing across her thighs
* Ticklish shivers, whimpering breathlessly, giggling..
* Attacker reaches over and grabs a small pinwheel and starts running it over her foot while continuing on the sides with the duster
* Attacker grins as he works the duster farther up her sides and across the upper part of her chest, so well presented!
<Attacker> what's this? Do I see a pair of headlights here?
<Attacker> I think they need dusting!
* Attacker drops the pinwheel and focuses entirely on the duster, making sure not to block the air compressor
<Attacker> Whoops--forgot something here....
* Attacker wipes the tears from Ticklish's face with the duster--making sure there is nothing on her nose, of course
* Ticklish writhes weakly, giggling hoarsely, her eyes clenched shut, head tossed back.. her feet lash out occasionally towards Attacker
* Ticklish whimpers, snuffling, twisting to pull it away, shaking her head franticly..
<Attacker> Looks like someone is getting a little tired out....
* Ticklish sneezes
* Attacker keeps runing the duster lightly over her nose every few seconds while he sets up a small stand
* Ticklish whimpers, wiggling her nose franticly, trying to avoid it..
* Attacker pulls the duster away for a moment and uses it on her sides instead
* Ticklish jumps, squealing again, laughing
<Attacker> just so you can breathe better, of course
* Attacker runs a few ropes over Ticklish's chest, trapping her tightly against the floor
* Ticklish gasps, struggles to move her torso, legs still kicking madly, now wearing only one sock..
* Attacker then runs a single peacock feather over her belly while looking for a couple of rings
* Ticklish whimpers, pulling her tummy in close, giggling..
<Attacker> Aha! There they are!
* Attacker pulls a pair of short ropes from a nearby bag
<Ticklish> oh mercy..
* Attacker snags the foot without a sock and wraps the end of one around it and pulls the other end through a ring mounted on the floor
* Ticklish whimpers..
* Ticklish pulls her leg franticly, kicking with the other
<Ticklish> come on.. a little break??
<Attacker> hrm....I dunno....a vote anyone?
* Attacker grins
* Attacker backs off a bit
<Ticklish> at least a drink of water..? ;.;
<Attacker> now that is definitely a good thought. just a moment....
* Ticklish presses her lips together...
<Ticklish> I'm making this harder on myself, aren't I...
* Attacker snags a 2-liter bottle of water and brings it near Ticklish
<Attacker> nice and cold, so clear and tasty
<Attacker> Sure you're thirsty?
<Ticklish> I can't drink -all- of that....!
<Attacker> Not in one shot, of cours
* Attacker runs a clear tube into the bottle, and drapes the other end over the stand so that if Ticklish lifts her head, she can suck on it and drink
<Attacker> There, that help?
* Ticklish doesn't trust this.. doesn't trust this at all... sucks a small amount of water from the bottle..
<Attacker> See? Nothing bad--you're just not going anywhere at the moment.
* Attacker grins
* Ticklish drops the straw.. "Yes I'm aware.." kicks with her free leg
<Attacker> hehe..."Now back to your regularly scheduled programming: Tickling the Ticklish!"
* Attacker dives for her free leg
* Ticklish screams, tries to pull it away "No!!"
* Attacker wraps the other rope around her ankle after pulling off the sock--appearances, you know
* Ticklish struggles vainly, looking around at her bindings in growing panic, writhing franticly
* Attacker stretches the leg a bit, pulling her ankles a few feet apart before tying the ropes off
* Attacker grins a bit as he gets up, goes to the closet...and pulls out a small rotating fan
<Attacker> hrm....I wonder what's coming
* Ticklish curls her toes nervously.. "I..I dunno.."
* Attacker notices that there are rings in the ceiling above Ticklish...and there were a few more feather dusters in the closet....
* Attacker starts attaching strings to the rings in the ceiling
<Attacker> Are we getting ideas yet?
* Ticklish stares at him in fright, nodding somewhat miserably..
<Attacker> hrm....I wonder if tit might be too much for someone as Ticklish as you are....
<Attacker> nahh......who am I kidding@!
* Attacker starts attaching feather dusters to the strings, hanging them so the very tips rest on Ticklish's skin
<Attacker> two over each leg, one on your belly, a couple on the sides....
* Attacker grins
* Ticklish pulls her belly in again, trying to avoid at least one..
<Attacker> Mow, I know that you are Ticklish, so we'll be nice and only move one at a time for now....
* Attacker starts plucking lightly at the strings, first moving one on her left leg, then one at her side
* Attacker keeps moving around, plucking here and there, watching Ticklish
<Attacker> Whoops! I knew I forgot something--
* Attacker pulls the air compressor away and shuts if off
<Attacker> there, that should be a bit better
<Onlooker> still going?
<Attacker> hehe
<Onlooker> haha
* Ticklish clenches her eyes shut, shivering, holding her breath
<Attacker> I go till they tell me "NO MORE!!! I Can't handle any more!"
<Attacker> heheh
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* Attacker reaches down and starts running his fingernails along Ticklish's soles
<Attacker> Man...not enough going on here....
* Ticklish squeals loudly, clamping her lips shut, though she starts to chortle, then writhes hard, lips parting as she bursts into frantic laughter, wriggling her foot
* Attacker sets up the small fan between Ticklish's ankles, and sets it to rotate on low speed
<Attacker> there....
* Onlooker thinks your crazy
* Attacker continues to run his nails across her soles and along the sides of her legs as the fan begins to move the dusters across her body
<Attacker> nah
<Onlooker> haha
<Attacker> just inventive
<Onlooker> yup
* Ticklish shrieks, laughing, head thrown back, eyes clenched shut
* Attacker leans closer, watching her twitch as the feathers move
* Attacker whispers, "And there's more to go! Aren't you glad you got water?"
<Attacker> heheh
* Attacker starts running fingers lightly up and down her legs and across her sides
* Ticklish quivers in her bonds, head thrown back, tears streaming down her reddened cheeks, chest heaving, straining against the ropes, as she gasps desperately for breath
<Attacker> huh! seems she's enjoying herself again
* Attacker shakes his head
* Attacker turns off the fan, to give her a moment to rest
<Attacker> feeling ok down there?
* Ticklish giggles meekly, unable to speak, shaking helplessly, gasping for breath...
<Attacker> you able to breathe yet? Or do I need to let you loose a bit?
* Ticklish squirms a bit.. "I give up.. I give up, okay??" slumps her head against the floor.. "I can't.. take anymore.. first-timer, y'know..."
<Attacker> I thought that might be the case....just a sec....
* Attacker pulls the fan away and shuts it down, then starts taking down the feather dusters and strings
<Ticklish> what might be the case that I give up or it's my first time being the one getting tied up?
* Attacker unties the ropes holding her ankles, and puts her socks back on her feet
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* Attacker helps Ticklish sit up, and takes off the cuffs
* Onlooker gets more bored
* Attacker lets Ticklish relax and recover against him before getting back to his comfy chair
<Attacker> Feel better now?
* Ticklish blinks as the room spins from sitting up
<Ticklish> whee..