tickle gamer
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I can not take full credit for this story. The idea came from https://www.deviantart.com/skullbound-quill
I've still got one to post. And, IMO it's the better of the four.
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Another weird letter. This had been the forth one in as many weeks. Jane was terrified. Not only were the letters in some weird language, but when she went to the police with the letters, they just laughed it off.
Jane had tried looking the strange language up online, but the only three words that resulted from this was "Cult", "Demon" and, maybe worst of all, "Tickling" .
Jane knew herself to be very ticklish. In fact, on a scale of 1-10, her feet and tummy were easily a 20 each.
The blonde haired woman had a love\hate relationship with being tickled. Sure. She had been tickled by her friends, and a few boyfriends, but thankfully, they had been merciful with her.
After a month, the letters mysteriously stopped coming, and Jane's mind returned to it's daily routine. One night, however, she awoke just in time to see a rag, stinking of some kind of chemicals, being forced on her nose and mouth.
The 25 year old girl didn't know how long she was out, but when she woke, she found herself laying outside, tied at her wrists and ankles in a "Y" position.
A light breeze made the leaves on the trees rustle slightly as stars were twinkling over head.
The stone slab under her dug into her bare skin. It was at that moment that she realized she'd been stripped down to her bra and panties.
"The sacrifice is finally awake I see" An unfamiliar voice from Jane's right said. One word stuck in Jane's ear.
"S-Sacrifice?" Jane stutters . Hoping that she heard wrong.
The owner of the voice stepped into view. It was definitely a female, her long flaming red hair tumbled from the dark hood covering her face. As best Jane could tell, her body was cloaked in a black robe. "Don't worry so much" Said the strange woman, lightly stroking Jane's forehead.
"That's right" Another voice said, and a second woman dressed in a black robe appeared on Jane's left. "It's not like we're going to hurt you"
"That's true" A third similarly dressed woman appeared at Jane's feet. "This will be a sacrifice to Exousia, the demoness of laughter"
Before Jane could react to this news, she felt 30 fingers tickling her. Ten fingers attacked both of her sides, spidering onto her tummy at the stranger's whim. Ten fingers danced across her bare feet, from heel up to toes.
Jane was in fits of laughter, trying her best to evade the unwelcome intruders, but, her restraints left her little room for movement.
All she could do was laugh and squirm, and hope her attackers lost interest. No such luck, however, and Jane was soon met with the blackness of unconsciousness.
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The next morning, Jane woke in her own bed. She would've swore it was just a dream, if not for the aching in her lungs from all the laughter.
She quickly got dressed, and headed out to meet her friends for coffee.
Pulling into their favorite coffees shop, she noted her friends were already there. She took note of the big goofy grin on her friend, Amanda's, face.
"So?" Asked Amanda asked after they all got seated. " did you have a fun night? " This question was met by a questioning gaze from Jane.
"Oh wait..." Said Amanda , digging in her bag. Seconds later, she pulled out a black hood. "Nothing ticklish happened?"
THE END
I've still got one to post. And, IMO it's the better of the four.
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Another weird letter. This had been the forth one in as many weeks. Jane was terrified. Not only were the letters in some weird language, but when she went to the police with the letters, they just laughed it off.
Jane had tried looking the strange language up online, but the only three words that resulted from this was "Cult", "Demon" and, maybe worst of all, "Tickling" .
Jane knew herself to be very ticklish. In fact, on a scale of 1-10, her feet and tummy were easily a 20 each.
The blonde haired woman had a love\hate relationship with being tickled. Sure. She had been tickled by her friends, and a few boyfriends, but thankfully, they had been merciful with her.
After a month, the letters mysteriously stopped coming, and Jane's mind returned to it's daily routine. One night, however, she awoke just in time to see a rag, stinking of some kind of chemicals, being forced on her nose and mouth.
The 25 year old girl didn't know how long she was out, but when she woke, she found herself laying outside, tied at her wrists and ankles in a "Y" position.
A light breeze made the leaves on the trees rustle slightly as stars were twinkling over head.
The stone slab under her dug into her bare skin. It was at that moment that she realized she'd been stripped down to her bra and panties.
"The sacrifice is finally awake I see" An unfamiliar voice from Jane's right said. One word stuck in Jane's ear.
"S-Sacrifice?" Jane stutters . Hoping that she heard wrong.
The owner of the voice stepped into view. It was definitely a female, her long flaming red hair tumbled from the dark hood covering her face. As best Jane could tell, her body was cloaked in a black robe. "Don't worry so much" Said the strange woman, lightly stroking Jane's forehead.
"That's right" Another voice said, and a second woman dressed in a black robe appeared on Jane's left. "It's not like we're going to hurt you"
"That's true" A third similarly dressed woman appeared at Jane's feet. "This will be a sacrifice to Exousia, the demoness of laughter"
Before Jane could react to this news, she felt 30 fingers tickling her. Ten fingers attacked both of her sides, spidering onto her tummy at the stranger's whim. Ten fingers danced across her bare feet, from heel up to toes.
Jane was in fits of laughter, trying her best to evade the unwelcome intruders, but, her restraints left her little room for movement.
All she could do was laugh and squirm, and hope her attackers lost interest. No such luck, however, and Jane was soon met with the blackness of unconsciousness.
-----
The next morning, Jane woke in her own bed. She would've swore it was just a dream, if not for the aching in her lungs from all the laughter.
She quickly got dressed, and headed out to meet her friends for coffee.
Pulling into their favorite coffees shop, she noted her friends were already there. She took note of the big goofy grin on her friend, Amanda's, face.
"So?" Asked Amanda asked after they all got seated. " did you have a fun night? " This question was met by a questioning gaze from Jane.
"Oh wait..." Said Amanda , digging in her bag. Seconds later, she pulled out a black hood. "Nothing ticklish happened?"
THE END
