It’s not finished yet, I have a little more tuning to do. But as a Happy Valentine’s Day gift, here’s a sneak preview.
**Casa Del Demonio**
*7 am*
Although Angela Blaze had no idea how long she’d been in captivity, the majority of that time was being spent tickling her.
She was asleep now, curled up on the floor of her cell. The soft velvet that covered the floor grate offered a modicum of comfort. Not that she was able to enjoy it.
Yesterday Hugo Sexton had used this machine to torture her in a way she had never imagined. After he’d finished taunting her, he left the machine on and watched as she was tickled until she passed out. Allowing her to faint was the most merciful thing he did.
He let her rest for a few minutes, to regain her strength. Then he turned the machine back on, the tickling roused her, and woke her up. On and off it went. Sexton allowed it to tickle her until she began to pant from lack of breath. He’d turn it back off, and let her collapse to the floor.
Over and over again, until he got tired enough to go to bed. He turned off the lights, and left her alone in pitch black darkness. Throughout the night, the machine came on at random. It tickled her awake, and there was nothing she could do to escape the maddening ticklish sensations that came from below her.
“Wake up darling.” Hugo’s voice caused her to stir, the lights coming on pulled her from sleep completely.
He sauntered in and sat down on his chair and took the remote out of his pocket. “Time for me to play with my new toy. You know, I’ve got a cute little cheerleader uniform you could put on. Tell you what, change into it for me and I’ll let you have some breakfast.”
He grinned. Angie’s stomach rumbled, and would give her right arm to wipe that smug grin off his face.
“I’m not your toy lard ass. I’ll tell you as much as I did yesterday.” Angie said, standing up and stretching. She was tired from lack of sleep, and her muscles ached from all the hopping. She glared at him with a look that probably would have burned a hole in the cell if she had kept it up.
“If you’re going to do something porky, do it and get it over with.” Angela was tired, sore, and hungry, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing.
He clenched the remote tightly, and gritted his teeth. “Let’s see how cocky you are when I have you and your friend here to play with. It’ll be fun breaking both of you. But until then...”
He pressed the button and the bristles whirred to life again. Angie’s feet jerked up from the floor involuntary, in attempt to relieve the tickling. Soon she began to giggle, then broke into a full out laugh as her legs began pumping.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Angie didn’t know how long she could hold out.
**Casa Del Demonio**
*7 am*
Although Angela Blaze had no idea how long she’d been in captivity, the majority of that time was being spent tickling her.
She was asleep now, curled up on the floor of her cell. The soft velvet that covered the floor grate offered a modicum of comfort. Not that she was able to enjoy it.
Yesterday Hugo Sexton had used this machine to torture her in a way she had never imagined. After he’d finished taunting her, he left the machine on and watched as she was tickled until she passed out. Allowing her to faint was the most merciful thing he did.
He let her rest for a few minutes, to regain her strength. Then he turned the machine back on, the tickling roused her, and woke her up. On and off it went. Sexton allowed it to tickle her until she began to pant from lack of breath. He’d turn it back off, and let her collapse to the floor.
Over and over again, until he got tired enough to go to bed. He turned off the lights, and left her alone in pitch black darkness. Throughout the night, the machine came on at random. It tickled her awake, and there was nothing she could do to escape the maddening ticklish sensations that came from below her.
“Wake up darling.” Hugo’s voice caused her to stir, the lights coming on pulled her from sleep completely.
He sauntered in and sat down on his chair and took the remote out of his pocket. “Time for me to play with my new toy. You know, I’ve got a cute little cheerleader uniform you could put on. Tell you what, change into it for me and I’ll let you have some breakfast.”
He grinned. Angie’s stomach rumbled, and would give her right arm to wipe that smug grin off his face.
“I’m not your toy lard ass. I’ll tell you as much as I did yesterday.” Angie said, standing up and stretching. She was tired from lack of sleep, and her muscles ached from all the hopping. She glared at him with a look that probably would have burned a hole in the cell if she had kept it up.
“If you’re going to do something porky, do it and get it over with.” Angela was tired, sore, and hungry, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing.
He clenched the remote tightly, and gritted his teeth. “Let’s see how cocky you are when I have you and your friend here to play with. It’ll be fun breaking both of you. But until then...”
He pressed the button and the bristles whirred to life again. Angie’s feet jerked up from the floor involuntary, in attempt to relieve the tickling. Soon she began to giggle, then broke into a full out laugh as her legs began pumping.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Angie didn’t know how long she could hold out.
