sadi
1st Level Green Feather
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In a hotel-large hide and seek/capture the flag game, Lisa Illeland gets caught by a greatly annoying catcher, who’s currently inflicting his own form of ‘punishment’ on her in a barren ballroom.
His finger continues to slowly circle around the lip of Lisa’s bellybutton, an evil grin pasted wide on his face, seeing how she responds; her body minutely twitch as she takes quick, shallow breaths, her eyes switching between nervously staring down at the target area, up at him with a mix of fear and deep anger, or simply closed, feebly attempting to block out the feelings and anxiety. The last tactic isn’t working, failing miserably no less.
“Are you feeling okay? Wouldn’t want to send you over, now would we?” He asks, still with that horrid smile.
“Iii swear I’ll ki-ii-ill you once I’m out of thi-iss!!” I threaten, anger flaring renewed in my eyes as I start trying to escape once more.
“Woops.” With her jerks and squirming, his finger ‘slipped’ into her bellybutton, now wiggling wildly. “You made it fall in, and now it can’t get out!” He chuckles a little as his finger continues to wiggle rapidly in her cute little dibbit, loving her screams as she tries to breathe through her constant laughter, ratcheting up a few decibels, making the room full of her mirthful noises.
Oh Lord how I want to kill him!! Smack that insufferable smirk clean off his arrogant face, and give him a taste of his own medicine to see how much he likes it!!
“Are you enjoying this? Oh, you must, arching your back like that to get closer to my fingers and laughing so loud,” he states, one finger wickedly wiggling around in my button, the other fingers skittering around on my stomach. I sneer for a moment before I’m forced to return to that mirthful expression, laughing non-stop.
I’m about to go crazy, the floods of sensation overwhelming my brain and driving me mental. I can’t think!! - let alone breathe! Man, he’s horrible!! Gotta’ think gotta’ –AHH!!!! He blows a big raspberry on my stomach, his hands moved to my sides -being horrible - interrupting what fragmented thoughts I can piece together. I clench my eyes shut and belt out laughter, my voice raising an octave when he starts licking my bellybutton and moving his tongue all around.
The noise is almost deafening in that room, her laughter reverberating off the walls, only being further amplified.
Outside, another catcher hears something. He’s not sure what, but it’s likely a slip up by some overly rambunctious participant. He continues walking down the hallway, the noise now discernible as loud, gleeful laughter. He stands in the open doorway, observing a novel scene; a girl pinned down, laughing her head off as tears stream down her face, matted hair sticking to her head as she rapidly flips it side to side. And the cause of all this ruckus, is a man sitting on top of her, successfully pinning her down as… it looks like he’s blowing raspberries.
“Yup, I can hear it. Sick, twisted little man.” He leans on the doorway, watching for a little bit more as he calculates just what to do.
His finger continues to slowly circle around the lip of Lisa’s bellybutton, an evil grin pasted wide on his face, seeing how she responds; her body minutely twitch as she takes quick, shallow breaths, her eyes switching between nervously staring down at the target area, up at him with a mix of fear and deep anger, or simply closed, feebly attempting to block out the feelings and anxiety. The last tactic isn’t working, failing miserably no less.
“Are you feeling okay? Wouldn’t want to send you over, now would we?” He asks, still with that horrid smile.
“Iii swear I’ll ki-ii-ill you once I’m out of thi-iss!!” I threaten, anger flaring renewed in my eyes as I start trying to escape once more.
“Woops.” With her jerks and squirming, his finger ‘slipped’ into her bellybutton, now wiggling wildly. “You made it fall in, and now it can’t get out!” He chuckles a little as his finger continues to wiggle rapidly in her cute little dibbit, loving her screams as she tries to breathe through her constant laughter, ratcheting up a few decibels, making the room full of her mirthful noises.
Oh Lord how I want to kill him!! Smack that insufferable smirk clean off his arrogant face, and give him a taste of his own medicine to see how much he likes it!!
“Are you enjoying this? Oh, you must, arching your back like that to get closer to my fingers and laughing so loud,” he states, one finger wickedly wiggling around in my button, the other fingers skittering around on my stomach. I sneer for a moment before I’m forced to return to that mirthful expression, laughing non-stop.
I’m about to go crazy, the floods of sensation overwhelming my brain and driving me mental. I can’t think!! - let alone breathe! Man, he’s horrible!! Gotta’ think gotta’ –AHH!!!! He blows a big raspberry on my stomach, his hands moved to my sides -being horrible - interrupting what fragmented thoughts I can piece together. I clench my eyes shut and belt out laughter, my voice raising an octave when he starts licking my bellybutton and moving his tongue all around.
The noise is almost deafening in that room, her laughter reverberating off the walls, only being further amplified.
Outside, another catcher hears something. He’s not sure what, but it’s likely a slip up by some overly rambunctious participant. He continues walking down the hallway, the noise now discernible as loud, gleeful laughter. He stands in the open doorway, observing a novel scene; a girl pinned down, laughing her head off as tears stream down her face, matted hair sticking to her head as she rapidly flips it side to side. And the cause of all this ruckus, is a man sitting on top of her, successfully pinning her down as… it looks like he’s blowing raspberries.
“Yup, I can hear it. Sick, twisted little man.” He leans on the doorway, watching for a little bit more as he calculates just what to do.
