NightmareTklr
TMF Regular
- Joined
- Jun 18, 2011
- Messages
- 209
- Points
- 16
I've had a thing for Elvira for as long as I can remember, and I've always wanted to see her get her voluptuous body mercilessly tickled, so here is my first art contribution. It's not artistically unique, and definitely not the most original idea in concept, but I'm proud of it being my first. Any critique for future work will be much appreciated.
A small story on the image (if you don't want to read, just skip right to the image.):
As Elvira, Mistress of the dark, dozes off into a dream, her mind is uneasy. Daily occurrences have her stressed, and she drifts into an uneasy sleep. In her state of slumber, she finds her hands chained up in the middle of a pitch black room. The only light shines through a small hole in the stone ceiling, the brightness of the full moon splashing upon her. Elvira looks down and realizes that she is completely naked, her smooth, pale skin reflecting the moons rays. She hears a noise from behind, an unearthly moaning in the pitch. The moaning gets louder, and the number of moans increases. Suddenly, Elvira sees several pairs of glowing red eyes surrounding her.
"EEEK! WHAT IS THIS?! WHERE AM I?" A ghastly voice cries out: "Weeeeee are the dream manifestation of your troubles in the real world. Your misery has brought us to you in your sleeeeeeep, and we seek to alleviate your sadnesssssssss."
"Alleviate my sadness? What do you mean?" Without a verbal response she feels two cold, ghastly hands grip her ankles and lift her legs parallel to the ground. She tries to break the grip by kicking, but the ghost's grip is as if her ankles were locked in concrete shackles. "Let me go! As the Mistress of the Dark, I command you to Let me go!"
"Relaaaaax, Mistresssss. There is no use in strugglingggggg. Your dark powers have nooooooooo effect in the dreeeeeam world. Just relax, and enjoy the pleasure and peeeeeeace of mind we are to give yoooooou".
Then, without further hesitation, two ghosts glide down towards her feet, stick out their long, slimy tongues, and begin licking Elvira's feet, up and down her soles, and in between her toes.
"EEEEEK! HEEHEEHEEHEE! NO! PLEASE STOP! DON'T TICKLE ME, PLEEEEHEEEHEEHEEASE! LEAVE MY FEEHEEHEET ALOHOHOHONE!" Her begging and laughter only seems to encourage the ghosts more, and so they begin licking faster and more vigorously. Two more ghosts glide up to her exposed stomach and ribs, and begin massaging their cold, ghostly fingers into her sides. "AHAHAHAHA-HAHAHAAHAHA *GASP*. *GASP*. I CAHAHAHAHAHAN'T TAKE THIHIHIHIHIS! WHY CAN'T I WAHAHAHAHAAKE UP?!" Elvira begins thrashing around, again, encouraging the ghosts more. Two more spirits float up to her pendulous breasts and, pulling extra soft feathers out of thin air, begin gliding them up and down her breasts, stopping on her nipples to make circles. "GEHEHEHET THE HELL OFF OF MY BREHEHEHEHEASTS, YOU MOHAHAHAHANSTERS! STOHAHAHAOP! MY NIPPLES ARE TOOHOOHOOHOOHOO SENSITIHIHIHIHIVE!" Yet another ghost appears, carrying a giant feather duster in one hand. With its free hand, it begins massaging Elvira's belly button, and with the other hand, takes the feather duster and sticks it between her breasts, gliding it up and down on her supple skin. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAA! WHAT THE HEHEHEHEHELL!? I DIDN'T EVEHEHEHEN KNOW I WAHAHAHAHAHAS TICKLISH BETWEEHEEHEEHEEN MY BOOHOOHOOHAAHAAHABS!" As she continues to plead (to no avail), yet another two ghosts glide up to her armpits. "OH MY GOHAHAHAHA! PLEHEEHEEHEEHEEEASE TICKLE ME ANYWHEHEHEHEHERE BUT MY ARMPIHIHIHIHITS! THAT'S MY WOHEHEHEHERST SPOHAHAHAHAT!" Unfortunately for her, the ghosts are in no mood to listen to begging, and so the two go to work on her super sensitive pits, one using it's long blue tongue, the other pressing and massaging a high powered vibrator in between her armpit and the side of her breast.
By this point, Elvira is dripping with sweat, creating a slippery surface on her skin, and all of her ticklish zones have been warmed up. Her laughter comes in short shrieks, let out in between silent shaking laughter and the occasional gasp. Her energy is gone, and she can no longer even muster the strength to struggle. It seems as though she will never wake up from this nightmare. It couldn't get any worse. But it does.
One final ghost appears, feather in hand, and begins to glide slowly towards her pussy. "PLEEHEEHEEHEEEASE!" That's all she could muster. The ghost sees her desperation, and, almost smiling at how helpless she is, begins vigorously tickling her genital region with the feather. In and out of her pussy, circles on her clit, occasionally going to Elvira's rear to feather her asshole. "OH! MMMMMM! UHHHAHAHA! UHHHH! MMMHEHEHE! I'M GOING TO CUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAM!" A flood of elatedness rushes over Elvira as she orgasms stronger and longer than ever before. Upon her finishing her climax, the ghosts stop their tickle assault on her naked, sweaty, aroused body. *Pant* *Pant* *Pant*. All she can do is breathe heavily as she recovers from the full body tickling and orgasm she just received. Without a word, the ghosts leave her hanging their, in her dream world. She watches as they disappear, and then, she wakes up. Her bed is soaked with sweat. It hits her then that the ghosts' "therapy" worked. She was feeling light and happy, and all of her worries gone. And now that she thought about it, she rather enjoyed the dream itself, tickling and all. "Maybe", she thought to herself, "I will have to make myself miserable more often before I go to bed." 😉
Ok, I lied. Maybe it wasn't so short.
A small story on the image (if you don't want to read, just skip right to the image.):
As Elvira, Mistress of the dark, dozes off into a dream, her mind is uneasy. Daily occurrences have her stressed, and she drifts into an uneasy sleep. In her state of slumber, she finds her hands chained up in the middle of a pitch black room. The only light shines through a small hole in the stone ceiling, the brightness of the full moon splashing upon her. Elvira looks down and realizes that she is completely naked, her smooth, pale skin reflecting the moons rays. She hears a noise from behind, an unearthly moaning in the pitch. The moaning gets louder, and the number of moans increases. Suddenly, Elvira sees several pairs of glowing red eyes surrounding her.
"EEEK! WHAT IS THIS?! WHERE AM I?" A ghastly voice cries out: "Weeeeee are the dream manifestation of your troubles in the real world. Your misery has brought us to you in your sleeeeeeep, and we seek to alleviate your sadnesssssssss."
"Alleviate my sadness? What do you mean?" Without a verbal response she feels two cold, ghastly hands grip her ankles and lift her legs parallel to the ground. She tries to break the grip by kicking, but the ghost's grip is as if her ankles were locked in concrete shackles. "Let me go! As the Mistress of the Dark, I command you to Let me go!"
"Relaaaaax, Mistresssss. There is no use in strugglingggggg. Your dark powers have nooooooooo effect in the dreeeeeam world. Just relax, and enjoy the pleasure and peeeeeeace of mind we are to give yoooooou".
Then, without further hesitation, two ghosts glide down towards her feet, stick out their long, slimy tongues, and begin licking Elvira's feet, up and down her soles, and in between her toes.
"EEEEEK! HEEHEEHEEHEE! NO! PLEASE STOP! DON'T TICKLE ME, PLEEEEHEEEHEEHEEASE! LEAVE MY FEEHEEHEET ALOHOHOHONE!" Her begging and laughter only seems to encourage the ghosts more, and so they begin licking faster and more vigorously. Two more ghosts glide up to her exposed stomach and ribs, and begin massaging their cold, ghostly fingers into her sides. "AHAHAHAHA-HAHAHAAHAHA *GASP*. *GASP*. I CAHAHAHAHAHAN'T TAKE THIHIHIHIHIS! WHY CAN'T I WAHAHAHAHAAKE UP?!" Elvira begins thrashing around, again, encouraging the ghosts more. Two more spirits float up to her pendulous breasts and, pulling extra soft feathers out of thin air, begin gliding them up and down her breasts, stopping on her nipples to make circles. "GEHEHEHET THE HELL OFF OF MY BREHEHEHEHEASTS, YOU MOHAHAHAHANSTERS! STOHAHAHAOP! MY NIPPLES ARE TOOHOOHOOHOOHOO SENSITIHIHIHIHIVE!" Yet another ghost appears, carrying a giant feather duster in one hand. With its free hand, it begins massaging Elvira's belly button, and with the other hand, takes the feather duster and sticks it between her breasts, gliding it up and down on her supple skin. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAA! WHAT THE HEHEHEHEHELL!? I DIDN'T EVEHEHEHEN KNOW I WAHAHAHAHAHAS TICKLISH BETWEEHEEHEEHEEN MY BOOHOOHOOHAAHAAHABS!" As she continues to plead (to no avail), yet another two ghosts glide up to her armpits. "OH MY GOHAHAHAHA! PLEHEEHEEHEEHEEEASE TICKLE ME ANYWHEHEHEHEHERE BUT MY ARMPIHIHIHIHITS! THAT'S MY WOHEHEHEHERST SPOHAHAHAHAT!" Unfortunately for her, the ghosts are in no mood to listen to begging, and so the two go to work on her super sensitive pits, one using it's long blue tongue, the other pressing and massaging a high powered vibrator in between her armpit and the side of her breast.
By this point, Elvira is dripping with sweat, creating a slippery surface on her skin, and all of her ticklish zones have been warmed up. Her laughter comes in short shrieks, let out in between silent shaking laughter and the occasional gasp. Her energy is gone, and she can no longer even muster the strength to struggle. It seems as though she will never wake up from this nightmare. It couldn't get any worse. But it does.
One final ghost appears, feather in hand, and begins to glide slowly towards her pussy. "PLEEHEEHEEHEEEASE!" That's all she could muster. The ghost sees her desperation, and, almost smiling at how helpless she is, begins vigorously tickling her genital region with the feather. In and out of her pussy, circles on her clit, occasionally going to Elvira's rear to feather her asshole. "OH! MMMMMM! UHHHAHAHA! UHHHH! MMMHEHEHE! I'M GOING TO CUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAM!" A flood of elatedness rushes over Elvira as she orgasms stronger and longer than ever before. Upon her finishing her climax, the ghosts stop their tickle assault on her naked, sweaty, aroused body. *Pant* *Pant* *Pant*. All she can do is breathe heavily as she recovers from the full body tickling and orgasm she just received. Without a word, the ghosts leave her hanging their, in her dream world. She watches as they disappear, and then, she wakes up. Her bed is soaked with sweat. It hits her then that the ghosts' "therapy" worked. She was feeling light and happy, and all of her worries gone. And now that she thought about it, she rather enjoyed the dream itself, tickling and all. "Maybe", she thought to herself, "I will have to make myself miserable more often before I go to bed." 😉
Ok, I lied. Maybe it wasn't so short.
