Xin
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Emma had been gone for days.
In Space no-one could hear her scream.
The old corny pastiche.
The ship had been crowded since she had been “taken.” Whoever had taken her had done so for a reason, she knew it. For the past few days she had seen people, aliens, both men and women being moved around this area, of what she could only presume was a ship. They all wore the same. What looked a like a body stocking, made of nylon like substance, and no shoes or socks. Some of the Women’s feet seemed to be bound with a kind of tape, so that their soles were covered.
Emma had been in there for what she could only imagine were days. There was no sense of time, and the only thing she could hear was humming, and the occasional squeal from somewhere within the cavernous ship. The walls were sliver and shimmering polished to perfection, and the floor was smooth beneath her toes.
Emma herself was a girl of about twenty; she had a full figure and a round smiling face, framed with Dark brown hair. but at the moment she was only a shadow of her former self. She seemed sad, and all her enthusiasm for life was draining. The only thing that made her laugh was the self cleaning mechanism on the floor which sprayed water up and sometimes hit her feet, tickling them gently and smoothly. She as sure this was done on purpose. Emma had been kept in a room with another girl; they had talked, briefly, both too scared to move from their silver beds. She was called Clarissa.
Emma jumped. She heard a hydraulic action somewhere underneath her bed. She shuffled jumped slightly, sitting up. Clarissa was lying down on a silver bed; her arms were clamped to the side. Emma looked down to see the same clamps moving over her arms, and she felt the bed beginning to move backwards. She forced herself not to scream, but Clarissa had already started ……
Emma’s eyes had been tight shut for what felt like hours, she had been moved around, cold, twisted a turned, freezing….She shivered. Her feet were cold. She could hear Clarissa’s fevered breathing next to her, held to an identical bed.
Suddenly her vision was filled with light; she blinked and tried to open her eyes looking around. They were vertical again; surrounded by a wall of glass, black, shiny glass, and she knew someone was watching them.
Suddenly the beds flipped from horizontal to vertical. Emma took a deep breath.
From underneath her, thick metal tentacles flew up, each one wiggling and worming its way over her body, encased in the torn shreds of her former jeans and blue t-shirt. She looked over at Clarissa who was beginning to wriggle, the tight metal clasps tightening on her thing wrists. Clarissa was a slight blond girl, no curves but very striking. In fact, she and Emma were complete opposites looks wise.
The metal tentacles began to work up Emma’s body now, around her neck and she began to try and avoid their wriggling grasp. They worked in underneath her neck, and began to tickle and lap all over her soft skin. She giggled lightly, and the sound seemed to trigger some kind of reaction the atmosphere, and in the speed of tickling, The tentacles, controlled by their apparent master began to tickle more furiously now, moving further down her body and tickling at her ribs through her already ripped t-shirt, ripping it more to get at her tanned skin.
Clarissa on the other had been being brutally tickled over and around her ankles. Her screaming seemed to make whoever the crowd was, wild, making the tentacles work twice as hard, sending the poor girl into frenzy,
“AHAHAHAHA NONONO PLEASE PLEASEHAHAHAH STOP PLEASHAHAHAHAHAHH, NOT THERE NO NO NO STOPSTOPSTOP NONONO HAHAHAHAHAHA”
Emma watched as Clarissa struggled to contain herself. Emma had been tickled before, her boyfriend used to love seeing her move and wriggle, so she could control it slightly. On the other hand Clarissa was totally lost in the feeling of thousands of smooth little tentacles tickling the soles of her perfectly manicured feet.
Emma grimaced and tried to kick as the tentacles got further towards her feet, winding their way over her ankles slowly, and gracefully wrapping round her toes, pulling them back and racing over her own feet, her nails painted a dark purplish colour.
Quickly the tables turned again, now both the girls were lying vertically on the tables, upside down, their feet wriggling in the cold air of the shiny room.
~~~~~~~~~
The ending is pretty cut because i litrally became to tired to write anymore. This will get finished if i get rid of my terrible writers block. Even after 3 days of inspiration thanks to my lovely boyfriend, i just can't seem to get back into writing at the minute >_<
Wish me luck! <3
In Space no-one could hear her scream.
The old corny pastiche.
The ship had been crowded since she had been “taken.” Whoever had taken her had done so for a reason, she knew it. For the past few days she had seen people, aliens, both men and women being moved around this area, of what she could only presume was a ship. They all wore the same. What looked a like a body stocking, made of nylon like substance, and no shoes or socks. Some of the Women’s feet seemed to be bound with a kind of tape, so that their soles were covered.
Emma had been in there for what she could only imagine were days. There was no sense of time, and the only thing she could hear was humming, and the occasional squeal from somewhere within the cavernous ship. The walls were sliver and shimmering polished to perfection, and the floor was smooth beneath her toes.
Emma herself was a girl of about twenty; she had a full figure and a round smiling face, framed with Dark brown hair. but at the moment she was only a shadow of her former self. She seemed sad, and all her enthusiasm for life was draining. The only thing that made her laugh was the self cleaning mechanism on the floor which sprayed water up and sometimes hit her feet, tickling them gently and smoothly. She as sure this was done on purpose. Emma had been kept in a room with another girl; they had talked, briefly, both too scared to move from their silver beds. She was called Clarissa.
Emma jumped. She heard a hydraulic action somewhere underneath her bed. She shuffled jumped slightly, sitting up. Clarissa was lying down on a silver bed; her arms were clamped to the side. Emma looked down to see the same clamps moving over her arms, and she felt the bed beginning to move backwards. She forced herself not to scream, but Clarissa had already started ……
Emma’s eyes had been tight shut for what felt like hours, she had been moved around, cold, twisted a turned, freezing….She shivered. Her feet were cold. She could hear Clarissa’s fevered breathing next to her, held to an identical bed.
Suddenly her vision was filled with light; she blinked and tried to open her eyes looking around. They were vertical again; surrounded by a wall of glass, black, shiny glass, and she knew someone was watching them.
Suddenly the beds flipped from horizontal to vertical. Emma took a deep breath.
From underneath her, thick metal tentacles flew up, each one wiggling and worming its way over her body, encased in the torn shreds of her former jeans and blue t-shirt. She looked over at Clarissa who was beginning to wriggle, the tight metal clasps tightening on her thing wrists. Clarissa was a slight blond girl, no curves but very striking. In fact, she and Emma were complete opposites looks wise.
The metal tentacles began to work up Emma’s body now, around her neck and she began to try and avoid their wriggling grasp. They worked in underneath her neck, and began to tickle and lap all over her soft skin. She giggled lightly, and the sound seemed to trigger some kind of reaction the atmosphere, and in the speed of tickling, The tentacles, controlled by their apparent master began to tickle more furiously now, moving further down her body and tickling at her ribs through her already ripped t-shirt, ripping it more to get at her tanned skin.
Clarissa on the other had been being brutally tickled over and around her ankles. Her screaming seemed to make whoever the crowd was, wild, making the tentacles work twice as hard, sending the poor girl into frenzy,
“AHAHAHAHA NONONO PLEASE PLEASEHAHAHAH STOP PLEASHAHAHAHAHAHH, NOT THERE NO NO NO STOPSTOPSTOP NONONO HAHAHAHAHAHA”
Emma watched as Clarissa struggled to contain herself. Emma had been tickled before, her boyfriend used to love seeing her move and wriggle, so she could control it slightly. On the other hand Clarissa was totally lost in the feeling of thousands of smooth little tentacles tickling the soles of her perfectly manicured feet.
Emma grimaced and tried to kick as the tentacles got further towards her feet, winding their way over her ankles slowly, and gracefully wrapping round her toes, pulling them back and racing over her own feet, her nails painted a dark purplish colour.
Quickly the tables turned again, now both the girls were lying vertically on the tables, upside down, their feet wriggling in the cold air of the shiny room.
~~~~~~~~~
The ending is pretty cut because i litrally became to tired to write anymore. This will get finished if i get rid of my terrible writers block. Even after 3 days of inspiration thanks to my lovely boyfriend, i just can't seem to get back into writing at the minute >_<
Wish me luck! <3
