silverleaflycan
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This is a work of fiction. It is a darker side of fiction which some may find disturbing. I have no way to really describe it though without giving certain details away. Therefore please read carefully, if at any point you do not enjoy reading this, or find it not to fit your tastes, please discontinue reading. I in no way support the actions that are taken by the fictional character and would like to say “Do not anything like this.”
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“I had known her for a few months, we talked quite a bit, she seemed nice. One night, about three weeks ago, I couldn’t control myself any longer, I showed up at her apartment and told her I had something important to show her. She looked confused at first, but after a few minutes of pleading she agreed. I escorted her to my car, she must have been drinking because she had some problems getting in, and off we went. I took her to my secret hide-out up in the mountains, I wanted everything to be perfect. I really started to worry about her when she almost kicked me while I was helping her out.
We went inside the little hut I built and I began to explain my many fetishes. She seemed quite eager to learn about them. I assisted her in getting in the stocks. She must really be into that role play stuff, cause she really started to tug and struggle. What a sight to behold. I measured and built the frame to fit her 5’ 4” physique. For a few minutes I was worried that she might actually break the stocks, seeing as how she had a fairly athletic build, ya know, from all that running she does. I did a good job building them though, I knew she’d appreciate the work.
I began to explain my favorite fetish, one I was sure we had in common, tickling. I knew from the revealing and tight clothes she wore, and all of the sandals she owned, that she had a tickling fetish. Her eyes went wide with what must have been amazement and enthusiasm. Oddly she started to say some bad words, and used the Lord’s name in vain, this role play must be a really odd thing. I couldn’t have any of that, so I promptly gagged her.
We sat and talked for hours, I explained how I discovered my fetish while I was tickling my friends when I was younger, and all of the different things we would try together. Her moans and mumbles were certainly reinforcing. I’m sure she was simply amazed by the tales of my youthful exploits. Of course I allowed her to tell her tale. It sure was hard to decipher it though, it was all gurgled through that scarf.
I told her it was time to begin, she sure looked pleased, shaking with excitement and such. I explained that I would have to remove some of her clothing, as to not want to leave any portion of her untouched. I promised that I would leave her special place covered though, after all it is a sacred thing. After I removed the unneeded clothing I saw that she was shivering, it was getting a little cold so I set up my space heaters. I didn’t want to get uncomfortable.
Ya know, I didn’t remove all of her clothing, I left her shoes and socks on. Actually I changed her shoes to a pair of red running shoes she owned. I always thought she looked cute in those. I pushed her dark brown hair back and placed it in a restraint so that it wouldn’t get in her beautiful face. I almost forgot what her eyes looked like. She had green eyes, jade green. There was the slightest hint of hazel circling her pupils. Those eyes drove me wild. She had a baby face, well, sorta. Her face was defined, but still soft and tender. She had tiny lips, that seemed to always be puckering, ‘course I couldn’t really tell that now seeing as how she was gagged.
Her eyes were begging me to start, she was almost crying in anticipation. I didn’t want to keep her waiting any longer. I decided to start slowly. I began by dragging my fingers from her wrist to right above her armpits. She was begging me to tickle her, I needed to show her that self-control is an important part of life. I continued the path of wrist to armpit for a minute or two, and then I traced circles on the outer ridge of her armpits. She began to quiet down some, I think she was getting mad at me for taking so long. I quickly dove right in and began scribbling my fingers all over her armpits. I knew she liked it, she almost jumped out of her skin. A squeal pealed out from behind her gag and she began laughing. I love it when people laugh, it shows that they’re really happy.
I tickled her armpits for a few minutes longer and then decided that I should treat the rest of her torso as well, I didn’t want her to get upset with me for just paying attention to one part of her body. I thought about slowing down and teasing her a little, but last time she got angry at me, so I went on full force. I sped down to her ribs and grappled them, turning my hands into claws and rapidly twitched my fingers. Another squeal ripped forth, she liked being tickled here too. I tickled her whole rib cage using multiple techniques. First, of course, was that claw maneuver. Secondly I placed my fingers, palm side facing her, right below her breasts and began to vigorously vibrate my entire arm. She really enjoyed that, I could see veins in her neck protrude as she laughed harder. Ya know, the harder someone laughs, the more they enjoy things, or else they wouldn’t be laughing.
I moved to one of my favorite spots next, her tummy. I blew a couple big, wet raspberries right above her navel. I guess she didn’t like those, cause she just shook and her face turned the color of raspberries, I wonder if that means something. Anyways, I repeated the claw technique on her abs, she almost had a six-pack, it was adorable. Then I turned my attention to her navel. Her navel looked like an almond. It wasn’t particularly deep, maybe a quarter inch at it’s deepest, but I think it was adorable. I placed my pointer finger right above it and then I slid it in. As soon as I got to the end of her navel she took a big breath in. This was the most ticklish spot I had gotten to so far. All I had to do was slightly move my finger up and down, or back and forth, and she roared with laughter. I could see her eyes tearing up. Tears of joy of course. I knew she would really enjoy what I did next. I lowered my mouth down to her navel and slowly stuck my tongue into her navel. I licked her navel and the surrounding area, and I quickly darted my tongue in and out of her navel. Originally she was laughing a lot, then she was just shaking, then…she was very still. I looked up and she had fallen asleep on me. How rude is that!
Well, I certainly knew how I was gonna wake her up. I went to her feet and quickly removed her shoes. When I removed her socks I held them up to my face and deeply inhaled. I had to run off and cleanse myself of my impure thoughts, I did not wish to offend her.
Before waking her, I inspected her feet. They were perfect. Size 8, long, medium-high arch, and long toes, plenty of room to get my fingers underneath them. There were no signs of calluses. Her arch and the underside of her toes were milky white, while the tips of her toes and the rest of her foot was a rosy pink. Her nails were painted green, a neon green, it looked absolutely gorgeous in the light. I gently caressed them. So smooth! They were heavenly, as delicate as the finest Asian silk. How I would have loved to stay in that moment forever. But it was time for some more fun.
I grabbed my smelling salts and woke her up. She was happy to see me, though she did look a little dazed. Her eyes pleaded with me to continue. Of course, I was obliged to do so. I told her that I was going to start with her feet today. Oh how she leapt for joy. Well, she would have, but the stocks held her in place.
I went to her feet and placed a finger firmly in the center of each foot. She tensed up, prepared for the wonderful sensations she was about to feel. I could hear her heart beat in anticipation. I gently moved my finger around the outline of her arch. She loved it so much that she almost screamed in her gag. After the initial shock she quickly fell into heavy laughter. I always knew she would love have her feet tickled the most. I decided to move on rather quickly and replace those single fingers with all of their relatives, scraping eight fingers up and down each foot. She was trying to dace she was so happy, it was nice but it got a little hard to follow her feet.
I grabbed two strings and wrapped them around her big toes and then attached the strings to a large hook I put in the stocks. Now it would be easier for me to tickle her feet. She seemed ecstatic, she was screaming again before I even began to tickle her again. I knew she was ready for more, and I was gonna give it to her. I started with what I had ended with, raking her feet. I wanted to get her back in the sway of things. My how she laughed. If that gag wasn’t there she would have probably laughed up her lungs, or diaphragm. Up to this point I had left her toes alone, I figured they were the most ticklish part of her feet, and boy was I right. All I had to do was scrape the tips of her toes with my nails and she was rolling in laughter. When I began to tickle underneath them though she just went into that quiet shaking again. I guess I just wasn‘t tickling her enough, and she was holding back from yelling at me. I decided that I had to pull out the all of the stops, I leaned in close and ran my tongue under her toes. That‘s exactly what she needed. She began to buck and scream and laugh, all at the same time. It‘s as if the joy of the lord had taken over her. I was so happy that I was pleasing her so. I moved on to the last thing I could do. I placed her tiniest toe in between my teeth and began to gently nibble it. Oh how she laughed. It was heavenly music to me. I followed suit with all of her other toes, occasionally swirling my tongue around the tips. When I began on her second foot though, she began that strange silent shaking again, except this time she had some strange moaning with it. Then she was just very still. I figured she needed some rest, so I took her home. That‘s when I met you nice people.”
“Mr. Cowl, we believe that Ms. Sharlow had a heart attack while you were in the process of…umm…tickling her. Do you understand what that means?”
“She’s asleep, she just needs her rest…”
::aside:: “I don’t think he gets it Tom. How the hell is this gonna be tried?”
“That’s not our problem, it’s up to the D.A.”
--------------------------------------------------------------------------Well, there ya go. Criticism is always welcomed.
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“I had known her for a few months, we talked quite a bit, she seemed nice. One night, about three weeks ago, I couldn’t control myself any longer, I showed up at her apartment and told her I had something important to show her. She looked confused at first, but after a few minutes of pleading she agreed. I escorted her to my car, she must have been drinking because she had some problems getting in, and off we went. I took her to my secret hide-out up in the mountains, I wanted everything to be perfect. I really started to worry about her when she almost kicked me while I was helping her out.
We went inside the little hut I built and I began to explain my many fetishes. She seemed quite eager to learn about them. I assisted her in getting in the stocks. She must really be into that role play stuff, cause she really started to tug and struggle. What a sight to behold. I measured and built the frame to fit her 5’ 4” physique. For a few minutes I was worried that she might actually break the stocks, seeing as how she had a fairly athletic build, ya know, from all that running she does. I did a good job building them though, I knew she’d appreciate the work.
I began to explain my favorite fetish, one I was sure we had in common, tickling. I knew from the revealing and tight clothes she wore, and all of the sandals she owned, that she had a tickling fetish. Her eyes went wide with what must have been amazement and enthusiasm. Oddly she started to say some bad words, and used the Lord’s name in vain, this role play must be a really odd thing. I couldn’t have any of that, so I promptly gagged her.
We sat and talked for hours, I explained how I discovered my fetish while I was tickling my friends when I was younger, and all of the different things we would try together. Her moans and mumbles were certainly reinforcing. I’m sure she was simply amazed by the tales of my youthful exploits. Of course I allowed her to tell her tale. It sure was hard to decipher it though, it was all gurgled through that scarf.
I told her it was time to begin, she sure looked pleased, shaking with excitement and such. I explained that I would have to remove some of her clothing, as to not want to leave any portion of her untouched. I promised that I would leave her special place covered though, after all it is a sacred thing. After I removed the unneeded clothing I saw that she was shivering, it was getting a little cold so I set up my space heaters. I didn’t want to get uncomfortable.
Ya know, I didn’t remove all of her clothing, I left her shoes and socks on. Actually I changed her shoes to a pair of red running shoes she owned. I always thought she looked cute in those. I pushed her dark brown hair back and placed it in a restraint so that it wouldn’t get in her beautiful face. I almost forgot what her eyes looked like. She had green eyes, jade green. There was the slightest hint of hazel circling her pupils. Those eyes drove me wild. She had a baby face, well, sorta. Her face was defined, but still soft and tender. She had tiny lips, that seemed to always be puckering, ‘course I couldn’t really tell that now seeing as how she was gagged.
Her eyes were begging me to start, she was almost crying in anticipation. I didn’t want to keep her waiting any longer. I decided to start slowly. I began by dragging my fingers from her wrist to right above her armpits. She was begging me to tickle her, I needed to show her that self-control is an important part of life. I continued the path of wrist to armpit for a minute or two, and then I traced circles on the outer ridge of her armpits. She began to quiet down some, I think she was getting mad at me for taking so long. I quickly dove right in and began scribbling my fingers all over her armpits. I knew she liked it, she almost jumped out of her skin. A squeal pealed out from behind her gag and she began laughing. I love it when people laugh, it shows that they’re really happy.
I tickled her armpits for a few minutes longer and then decided that I should treat the rest of her torso as well, I didn’t want her to get upset with me for just paying attention to one part of her body. I thought about slowing down and teasing her a little, but last time she got angry at me, so I went on full force. I sped down to her ribs and grappled them, turning my hands into claws and rapidly twitched my fingers. Another squeal ripped forth, she liked being tickled here too. I tickled her whole rib cage using multiple techniques. First, of course, was that claw maneuver. Secondly I placed my fingers, palm side facing her, right below her breasts and began to vigorously vibrate my entire arm. She really enjoyed that, I could see veins in her neck protrude as she laughed harder. Ya know, the harder someone laughs, the more they enjoy things, or else they wouldn’t be laughing.
I moved to one of my favorite spots next, her tummy. I blew a couple big, wet raspberries right above her navel. I guess she didn’t like those, cause she just shook and her face turned the color of raspberries, I wonder if that means something. Anyways, I repeated the claw technique on her abs, she almost had a six-pack, it was adorable. Then I turned my attention to her navel. Her navel looked like an almond. It wasn’t particularly deep, maybe a quarter inch at it’s deepest, but I think it was adorable. I placed my pointer finger right above it and then I slid it in. As soon as I got to the end of her navel she took a big breath in. This was the most ticklish spot I had gotten to so far. All I had to do was slightly move my finger up and down, or back and forth, and she roared with laughter. I could see her eyes tearing up. Tears of joy of course. I knew she would really enjoy what I did next. I lowered my mouth down to her navel and slowly stuck my tongue into her navel. I licked her navel and the surrounding area, and I quickly darted my tongue in and out of her navel. Originally she was laughing a lot, then she was just shaking, then…she was very still. I looked up and she had fallen asleep on me. How rude is that!
Well, I certainly knew how I was gonna wake her up. I went to her feet and quickly removed her shoes. When I removed her socks I held them up to my face and deeply inhaled. I had to run off and cleanse myself of my impure thoughts, I did not wish to offend her.
Before waking her, I inspected her feet. They were perfect. Size 8, long, medium-high arch, and long toes, plenty of room to get my fingers underneath them. There were no signs of calluses. Her arch and the underside of her toes were milky white, while the tips of her toes and the rest of her foot was a rosy pink. Her nails were painted green, a neon green, it looked absolutely gorgeous in the light. I gently caressed them. So smooth! They were heavenly, as delicate as the finest Asian silk. How I would have loved to stay in that moment forever. But it was time for some more fun.
I grabbed my smelling salts and woke her up. She was happy to see me, though she did look a little dazed. Her eyes pleaded with me to continue. Of course, I was obliged to do so. I told her that I was going to start with her feet today. Oh how she leapt for joy. Well, she would have, but the stocks held her in place.
I went to her feet and placed a finger firmly in the center of each foot. She tensed up, prepared for the wonderful sensations she was about to feel. I could hear her heart beat in anticipation. I gently moved my finger around the outline of her arch. She loved it so much that she almost screamed in her gag. After the initial shock she quickly fell into heavy laughter. I always knew she would love have her feet tickled the most. I decided to move on rather quickly and replace those single fingers with all of their relatives, scraping eight fingers up and down each foot. She was trying to dace she was so happy, it was nice but it got a little hard to follow her feet.
I grabbed two strings and wrapped them around her big toes and then attached the strings to a large hook I put in the stocks. Now it would be easier for me to tickle her feet. She seemed ecstatic, she was screaming again before I even began to tickle her again. I knew she was ready for more, and I was gonna give it to her. I started with what I had ended with, raking her feet. I wanted to get her back in the sway of things. My how she laughed. If that gag wasn’t there she would have probably laughed up her lungs, or diaphragm. Up to this point I had left her toes alone, I figured they were the most ticklish part of her feet, and boy was I right. All I had to do was scrape the tips of her toes with my nails and she was rolling in laughter. When I began to tickle underneath them though she just went into that quiet shaking again. I guess I just wasn‘t tickling her enough, and she was holding back from yelling at me. I decided that I had to pull out the all of the stops, I leaned in close and ran my tongue under her toes. That‘s exactly what she needed. She began to buck and scream and laugh, all at the same time. It‘s as if the joy of the lord had taken over her. I was so happy that I was pleasing her so. I moved on to the last thing I could do. I placed her tiniest toe in between my teeth and began to gently nibble it. Oh how she laughed. It was heavenly music to me. I followed suit with all of her other toes, occasionally swirling my tongue around the tips. When I began on her second foot though, she began that strange silent shaking again, except this time she had some strange moaning with it. Then she was just very still. I figured she needed some rest, so I took her home. That‘s when I met you nice people.”
“Mr. Cowl, we believe that Ms. Sharlow had a heart attack while you were in the process of…umm…tickling her. Do you understand what that means?”
“She’s asleep, she just needs her rest…”
::aside:: “I don’t think he gets it Tom. How the hell is this gonna be tried?”
“That’s not our problem, it’s up to the D.A.”
--------------------------------------------------------------------------Well, there ya go. Criticism is always welcomed.
