Tickling_Anime
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Hi! So, I rewrote (It is still the same plot, but I tried to make this story much better written then the previous version. Grammar-wise and all around how it is written flows better and has Less mistakes.) It does have a couple of new added scenes. (Not a lot, I added some more Moira tickling. And some naughty Jill parts. It is at the end if you're wondering.) Lots of */F. I hope you will all comment, or critique this story. I may add more scenes, but for now. Here is at least a better version of the other. At least when it comes to being written. (I'm not saying it's is perfect. Just better.) By the way, this looks so much better on word. I didn't realize how hard it was to post a story with out the tab button. Props and mad respect to all writers who take the time to really make their stories look good. (I got kind of lazy, sorry.)
Resident Evil T (Rewrite)
Jill rubbed her finger-less gloved hands together in an attempt to keep warm. The rotors of the helicopter swirled above her. It made a loud sound that made it hard to hear someone speaking, even if they were right next to you. Jill moved her torso a bit in the blue police outfit, and wiggling her toes in her boots. She looked up from her hands to focus her gaze on a man who turned to look at her.
“You’re a bit fidgety, are you cold?” The man asked. He had slick back brownish hair, but at this time at night it looked black. He wore a regular swat outfit.
Jill looked into his brown eyes them for a while. She shook her head. “No, I’m fine.” She turned to look outside the window. It was a cold July night and the forest look so calm, yet it gave off a creepy vibe. She wondered what was down there in the darkness and what had gotten Bravo team. Wind blew through the trees and Jill could help wondering why, or how S.T.A.R.S. Bravo team had been knocked out of communication. Had it really been human cannibals? The reports didn’t give much info except on the attacks being cannibalistic. Jill shiver at the thought of people breaking in her home, so they could eat her and fill their stomachs with her flesh. Her body tensed at the thought, it was so weird to her. She couldn’t even ponder why someone would eat another human being. Was it solely based on survival, or maybe insanity? Jill could remember her training on the human mind, it was meant to help keep operatives sane, though it also helped them to understand what hostiles were thinking.
Their helicopter landed and one by one the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team came out their guns drawn and flashlights shinning into the darkness. They moved around looking carefully at everything in the shadows. A voice cut through the icy air to the operatives, “Over here, I found them.” They turned to look at a beaten helicopter.
“It’s Bravo team’s helicopter,” said their teammate.
Jill ran over, but stopped. She looked and saw some dogs that were feasting. She stood there, unsure what was going on. The pack of dogs looked up and Jill realized something was wrong with them. Their mouths were frothed and pieces of skin was missing. They had become something. Something different, something she didn’t want to know about. She pointed her handgun at the pack. A dog barked loudly at her. Out of fear she took a step back and tripped on a branch landing on her butt. The fall caused her to drop her gun. Jill raised her arms up in defense, but it wasn’t needed as the dog was shot in its head.
Chris ran over. “Let’s get out of here.” He shouted as he grabbed Jill’s hand yanking her to her feet. He pulled her by the hand, both of them ran through the dark forest with only a small flashlight to help them. Chris saw a human shape ahead, putting his flashlight up saw man wearing a SWAT uniform. “Barry, were being chase.”
Barry was a bit taller than Chris. He carried a .44 Magnum and held it up with both arms shooting at the dogs chasing behind them.
Chris ran past Barry, he yelled at him, “Let’s go.”
Barry nodded. He turned and followed. The three came across another man, Albert Wesker. All four of them ran towards the helicopter site to find it had taken off.
“Shit!” Chris cursed. Barking could be heard behind them.
Wesker pointed. “This way.” Whisker took off.
The group followed behind and after sometime found a large mansion. Wesker opened the door. He turned to the others and beckoned. “Over here. Hurry!”
Chris, Jill, and Barry hustled into the mansion. Jill panted, trying to get air into her lungs.
“What were those things?” she asked.
“That’s a good question. I’d like to know myself,” Barry said as he reloaded his gun.
Jill stood straight up, shocked as she hit her pockets fumbling for her gun. “Shit. I lost my gun,” she said feeling rather stupid and bowed her head. To her surprise she looked into a black handgun.
“Here, don’t lose it,” Chris said.
Jill smiled and took the handgun. “Thanks. Now, where are we?” Jill observed her surroundings, it looked like a regular creepy mansion in the movies. The old furniture, the dust upon every item, and of course the decoration that made you wonder if you really were in a horror movie. Even the smell of stale air added to the creepy mansion effect. The four of them looked to each other hoping the other knew, though not one of them knew where they were.
“Well,” Wesker said. “It seems we will have to split up, to go looking for whoever owns this place. Maybe we can use a telephone, or some sort of device to help us out of here. Chris, you and I will go look on the right side. Barry, and Jill you go look on the left side. If anything happens will all meet back here.”
The three nodded. Barry and Jill headed into one of the mansion doors. The room had an antique theme going on. The long table with fancy silverware, the large chandelier hanging from above and the extraordinary golden candles around the room. Even the fire place gave off an elegant vibe. Barry stopped and looked ahead. His gaze caught something on the ground. Jill walked forward and flowed his line of sight to see what it was. She took a step back and gasped. It was a puddle of blood, but why was it there.
Barry walked forward, and bent down. He examined it. “Jill you go on ahead, I want to look at this.”
Jill nodded in response. She continued on to a door and entered the next room. She entered a darker room that gave Jill the hebie jeepies. She made her way cautiously as her heart started beating faster. Jill took step by step and kept a watchful eye. Her hands shook a bit. She tried to steady her gun. She jumped as she caught a glimpse at something and felt her heart race faster. A dead body lay on the floor. It was a S.T.A.R.S member from bravo team. Jill got closer and heard a small growl. She turned her head and saw something she had never seen. Her eyes grew big and she quivered in her boots looking at the thing in front of her. It was something that wasn’t human anymore. Its mouth was open. It had dead grey eyes. The clothes it wore was ripped. It limped towards her arms extended. Jill hesitated. The zombie launched itself forward towards Jill. Jill on impulse rolled to the right and dodged the attack. She got up and took a few steps back. The zombie turned and reached out to grab her. Jill put her hands up to block his arms. He clutched her shoulders. It opened its mouth and leaned in towards her neck.
“Oh, shit! He’s going to bite me.” The thought rang through her mind. She quickly smashed her palm into its face and push it away. She felt its hand on her left should go down her body to her ribs. Part of her mouth went up in a small smirk, its hands moving on her side. She tried to not giggle, or laugh. Jill in a flurry pushed him back, and pulled out her knife. She stabbed it in the head. The zombie stopped moving and fell to the ground. Jill took deep breathes and removed her knife from the zombie’s head. She shook her head and turned to the dead body of the bravo member. She wanted to turn and run, but she knew she had to check his body. She found a small video tape and his ID. She heard something behind her. She looked behind her to see the zombie she stabbed twitching. She couldn’t believe it was moving. She took off in a dash. She jumped over the zombie like body and ran through the door. She closed it behind her and breathed a bit easier. Jill noticed Barry wasn’t there anymore. She walked forward and saw the puddle of blood was gone as well.
“What’s going on?” Jill asked. Jill walked forward, she sighed a bit, “Barry, where did you go?” Jill headed into the main room. “This is where, we were supposed to go.” Her hand went along her side, “Did that thing try to tickle me?” Her hand rubbed her side and she shook her head, “No way! That thing wanted to eat me. It was probably feeling how tender I am.”
Jill waited in the main room. The encounter played over, and over in her mind. It seemed weird that something that evil would tickle her even on accident. That couldn’t be possible… or was she just too naïve. She sat down and put her knees into her chest putting her arms around them. She sighed. Jill was a strong, fit, well trained, intelligence, and all around a great woman. Though, anyone would be a bit freaked at what she had just seen. She couldn’t tell the time, but it felt like hours had gone by. She got up and brushed herself off.
“Well if they won’t come help me. I will go help them.” She nodded and walked forward her hand reached out towards the door. She was scared, but she shook her head.
“What would Barry, Albert, and… Chris say? They’d try to be my big heroes.” Jill smiled with a bit of blush thinking about her friends. They gave her a reason to go on. She took a deep breath and went through a different door of the mansion. She walked into another dark and creepy room.
“How many dark and creepy rooms are there?” She asked aloud. Jill still feeling the warm fuzzes walked a bit faster. She scanned around the room and listened to everything around her. She didn’t realize she was being watched. How could see know what was awaiting her in the darkness.
Jill walked through the halls. She walked down admiring the decor, but mainly wanted to look for a phone, but couldn’t find one. It was so awkward. It felt like something or someone didn’t want them to call anyone outside the mansion. Jill bit her lip as she opened a door and look inside.
She sighed. “Finally, a study of some sort.” She rummaged around, but didn’t find a phone. Just tons, and tons of paper with weird chemical equations. Jill knew chemistry, but not enough to understand this kind. She sighed, but looked over and saw something.
“This must have been left behind or on accident.” Her hand reached out to a small vial that glowed a faint red. Jill looked it over. Something was inside, but Jill didn’t know what it was.
Her eyes scanned over it, “What is this?” Jill shrugged and placed it in one of her pouches.
From a secret room a man watched a bunch of monitors which watched the many rooms of the mansion. “…I can’t believe they left a sample.” The man slammed his fist into the desk in front of him.
“How could they be so stupid to allow someone to find a sample? Worse yet Jill had to find it.” He leaned back in the computer chair.
“Well I guess I’ll get a chance to test the new strain.” He turned his attention to another screen and saw Chris Redfield.
“I might need to deal with him in the same manner.” He looked back at Jill. “I know she’ll be susceptible to my little experiment.”
Jill walked down the hall and opened a glass door. She continued out into a garden. She went down some stairs and turned a corner. She stopped. “What the hell?!”
A gang of zombies stood in front of her. She looked back to see a few more coming down the stairs. “This is just great. Well, I’m not going to be eaten.”
Jill held her handgun up and pulled the trigger. Each time it created a loud bang. A zombie would fall to the floor. Jill reloaded. She fired over and over again. Jill struck each of the zombie’s heads, chest, legs in an attempt to take them down. Jill pressed the trigger, but only a click was heard. She had just run out of bullets. “Shit.”
Jill pulled her knife as the zombies got closer. She struck out with a swipe motion to any that got to close, but was unable to hold them off. “How many of these guys are there?”
More and more zombies filled the area. She stabbed a zombie in the head, but couldn’t pull her knife out. Jill panicked as she realized she did not have any more weapons. She raised her arms up like a boxer and hit a zombie with an uppercut to his jaw that knocked him to the floor. Jill saw in her peripheral a zombie getting close. She round-house kicked her foe in the face. While she was in the middle of the kick, another zombie approached her and pushed her. She lost her balance and fell onto the cold hard ground. She grunted to the pain. She ached her back. Unaware of the zombies swarming around her. She let out a yelp as she felt something grab her wrists. Jill turned her head to the left to see a zombie holding her left wrist. She turned to the right as different zombie held her right wrist. Jill kicked her legs up, but found two more zombies held her ankles. Her mind raced. “Oh no! They’re going to eat me now!”
“Go away, you damn zombies! Don’t eat me!” She hoped by some miracle they would listen to her. She continued to struggle to get free. The zombies held her tightly down. One of them moved closer and opened its mouth. It leaned in towards her neck. Jill gasped.
“Nnnnnnoooo don’t eat me!” She pleaded, but the zombie continued to get closer to her neck. Jill scrunched her eyes shut in fear. It seemed she would be eaten. The zombie’s mouth wrapped around her neck. Jill waited for the inevitable. Suddenly, she felt something weird. Something that made her a smile.
A giggle escaped Jill's lips as she felt a tongue along her neck. “Whhhhaaatttt…..are yoooouuu….doing?” She didn’t feel any teeth, just a tongue that went along her neck.
“Hehehehe Stop it! That tickles hehehehe.” Jill couldn’t help it as flood of giggles escaped her mouth. The tongue proceeded to lick her neck. Jill reflexively tried to protect her neck, but couldn’t do anything. Another zombie reached forward with its hand toward her armpit.
Jill opened her eyes to see the zombie’s wiggling fingers in her armpit. Titters poured out of Jill’s mouth. “Eheheheheh stop it ehehehehehehehehe.”
Her laughter rose as the a fourth zombie used his hand to tickle her right hollow pit with its hand. “HEHEHEHE ahahahahaha no ehehehe ahahahah stop it.” She chuckled as they tickle her armpits. She felt something move her blue shirt higher showing her white, pale belly. She squealed as she felt a poke to her belly. She looked to see another one which than begun to tickle around her belly button.
“AHAHAHAHAHHANOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTAHAHAPPAHAHAHHAH AHAH.” Her body tried moving from her ticklish predicament. “NONONONONOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAP HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE AHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA I’M HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA TICKLISH AHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHA TOO TICKLISH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE STAHAHAHAP IT HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA.” She laughed as the zombie’s tortured her.
Jill’s volume went higher when the zombie leaned into her belly and a tongue went into her belly button. “OHOHOHNONONO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT AHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA MY BUTTON HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.” She wiggled her body as they tormented her neck, hollows, and belly.
Jill continued to laugh, as the zombies tickled her. Laughter filled her mind and she was unable to think of anything else. She shook her head. Tears starting to form in her eyes. She didn’t notice another zombie who appeared, and started to untie her boots. As her boots came free, she finally looked up to see it. “NNNNNOOOOHOHOHOH HAHAHAH LEAVE MY BOOTS ALONE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.”
The zombie continued as it pulled her left sock off letting her bare sole feel the cool breeze. She shook her head, as the other zombies stopped their tickle attack, allowing her a short break to watch as her right sock was removed.
“Oh god no! Leave my feet alone! Please just leave them alone!” The water droplets that had formed in her eyes began to dry up.
She tensed up seeing the zombie’s finger go down to her left foot, “No no no don’t do this, stop please.” Hoping her pleading would work, though it did nothing. The finger stroked along her foot causing her to tense and giggle.
“Hehehehehe,” she yelped, as it did it again.
Her foot shook to get away from the tickling finger, as it stroked for a third time down her soft sole. Trying to control the laughter as Jill bite her lip. The zombie slid its finger down her arch and the giggles escaped. “Hehehe ehehehehehe hehehehe.”
The zombie’s attention turned to her right foot. “No please, my right foot is even more ticklish than the left.” As the finger tormented her sole, it stroked up, and down. She shook her head side to side as her toes curled and her foot moved in all directions trying to stop as the fingers from tickling her.
Soon she leaned her head back and began howling. “HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH NO STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP NONONOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEAHAHAHSEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO MORE HAHAHAHAHAHA I CAN’T TAKE HAHAHAHAHA IT ON HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MY FEHEHEHEHET HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”
Jill’s laughter rising as the other zombies joined in and continued to tickle her belly, armpits, feet, and neck. Jill bucked as hard as she could. Her eyes closed. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOHOHOHOHOH NO MORE OHOHOOHOH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HEHEHEHE OOH HAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.” She wiggled, scrunched up, shook, and did anything that would stop the tickling.
After a moment Jill went into silent laughter. Jill did anything she could do to get away, bucking, screaming, twisting every part of her body she could. She was close to passing out.
A gun rang out, hitting one of the zombies in the head.
A huge blast was hear destroying part of one, as Chris appeared. Killing off the zombies with a shotgun in his hands, as he cocked it looking at Jill on the ground. “Jill are you okay?”
Jill blushed as she stood up, putting back on her boots, and other clothes. She looked up at Chris, “Thanks for saving me.”
Chris smiled and nodded as he helped her up. “Forget it. Where’s Barry, and the Wesker?” Chris asked
“I don’t know we all got separated.” Jill answered, “Oh, I’m out of ammo, do you have some?”
Chris nodded handing her some.
“Let’s head out.” Chris said, as they walked back into the mansion. “Oh, hey! I met this girl named Rebecca in the medical ward. Let me go get her, you stay here.”
Jill nodded. Chris went back through the mansion. She sat there and looked over as a door slowly opened only to a crack. Jill looked as she heard someone speaking.
“Jill…Jill. Hey Jill.”
She recognized the voice as Barry’s. “Barry, is that you?” She asked.
“Yeah, it’s me. Come here Jill,” Barry said.
Jill looked at the door, she didn’t understand. She stood up and walked over to the door. She opened the door, but did not see Barry. She made her way down a short dark hall. Jill noticed the walls seemed to have some sort of plant growing on them. Jill didn’t take this as a threat as she opened a door. She seemed to have gone through some sort of passage way into a greenhouse. She looked around. “Barry. Where are you?” She wondered around. She turned around looking for where she had come from, but now only saw vines.
Elsewhere a man smiled, looking at a camera showing Jill’s actions as she looked around the room. He smiled as he spoke into a microphone, “Good job, Barry.”
Shut up!” Barry exclaimed. "I don't want to do this anymore."
“Aw temper temper, one wrong move, and your family is gone. Maybe you should hear their pleas again.” The man flipped a switch another radio was connect.
“Kanner, Barry wants to hear the laughs of his wife, and daughters. Mind helping us.” The man said into the radio.
“No,” Barry said.
“Sure, thing boss.” Kanner said. He was miles away in the city holding Barry’s family hostage. Barry’s wife, Kathy, and his two daughters named Moira and Polly sat in the living room. They had each been blindfolded and tied to a chair, their legs up on stools. They’d been placed back to back of each other. Kanner walked forward as he smiled upon them deviously. “Alright you three, daddy wants to hear your laughter.”
Their heads perked up. “Oh no please, leave us alone,” Kathy said.
“Let us go you creep!” Moira exclaimed.
Kanner bent down by Moira. “Sorry, but we need you to laugh.” He placed his radio near her. He took out a feather, “Okay sweety tell daddy to do as he’s told.” He pulled up her shirt revealing her pale belly. Kanner had found out earlier this was her most ticklish spot.
“Screw you! Dad don’t listen to-“ Moira started, but was cut off.
Kanner ran his feather along her belly. “Oh shit! Hehehehhehe cut it out! Hahahahahahaha! Stop it! Hahahahahahahahahah!”
“Cootchie cootchie coo,” Kanner said.
“Noohohoh heheheheahahahah Stop! Hahahahahahahahaha.”
Kanner went towards the sides of her belly.
“No stop hehehehe please hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe. It tickles hehehehehehe too much hehehehehe.”
Moira couldn’t stop the giggles that kept spewing out her. She shook her head trying to stop herself, but failed to do. “Heheheheheheh Hahahahahhaha! You bastard! Hehehehehehehe hahahahhahahahahaha Son of bitch! Hahahahahhahahahaha Stop it!”
Kanner kept going. “You know what you need to do to make it stop.” He went towards the middle of her navel and played in her belly button.
Moira threw her head back. “Hahahahaha Fuck! Hahahahhahaha ehehehhehe oh ho ho hahahahahahah no more stop hahahahahahhahahaha please! Okay fine! Hahahahahhahahaha make it stop it! I can’t take it! Heheheheheheheheh hahahahahahahah! Please stop tickling me again! Hahahahahhahaha Not my belly!”
Kanner wiggled his fingers along her side as he continued to feather her belly button.
“NOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT MY BUTTON HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO PLEAZE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THERE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I CAN’T TAKE IT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.” Moira laughed as it tickled her.
Kathy, yelled, “Leave us alone!”
Kanner smiled as he walked over to Polly. He looked at her in a skirt. He used the feather on her thigh, which he knew was her most ticklish spot. “Come on, laugh for me and tell daddy he needs to do what we say.”
“NOHOHOHOHOH HAHAHAHAHA NOT MY NAKE THIGHS HAHAHAHAHA PLEASE HAHAHAHA MERCY HAHAHAHAHA THEY’RE BARE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP IT HAHAHAHAHA.”
Kathy bit her lip for a moment before deciding to scream, “Stop it, leave my daughters alone. If you are going to tickle anyone than tickle me.”
Kanner smirked. He knew the mother was incredibly ticklish, and his favorite to ticklee. He wanted her to say this as he walked over to her. He bent down at her feet.
“If you say so,” he said. Kanner used the feather on her ticklish soles.
“Oh! Oh no! Hehehehehe,” Kathy chortled. “Wait! Wait! Nooooo ohohoh hahahahah hehehehe Don’t tickle me!” She remembered how ticklish she was.
Kanner continued to stroke the feather from one foot to the other. He went around the ball of her foot, up her arch, and back around.
“Oh, hoo hoo hahahahahhahahahahah hehehehehehehe nnnnooooo hahahahhahahahahaha.”
Her feet wiggled trying to escape the tickling feather as her laughed grew, as he tickled her toes. “WAIT! NOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAP,” Kathy cackled. “I’M TO TICKLISH HAHAHAHAHA NOT MY TOOOHOOOOESS HAHAHAHAHAHA NOOHOHOHOH MMMOOORREEEHAHAHA PLEAZE HAHAHAHAHA BARRY HAHAHAHAHA MAKE THEM STAHAHAHAHAP HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH PLEAZE HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA MAKE THEM STAHAHAHAHHAHAHAP AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DO WHAT THEY ASK! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”
Barry knew how ticklish his wife’s feet her. She would kick him every time he did it, she couldn’t stand being tickled. Barry cringed as he heard their laughter, “Alright alright. Just stop. I’ll do it.”
Kanner stopped as the man gave the word for him to stop.
“Now then Barry continue the plan.” The man said smiling as he knew Barry was in his grasp.
Jill breathed out. She just wanted to go home. She wanted to be with her friends. She didn’t want to be in a mansion with mindless tickling zombies that could turn into flesh eating at any moment. Who knew how many traps were in this place? Jill had to be careful, yet she to keep going. She soon found some sort of root and decided to cut it. As her knife split the root it shook as if in pain. What was weirder is that it leaked something like blood. Was this thing alive? Jill pulled on the root, but the ground was too heavy for her to follow the trail. So, she had to guess as to where to go. Jill looked till she came to a small bush. She bent down and started searching.
The man in the room smiled, “Let’s see how she likes my plant.” He pushed a button.
Vines sprang out. She jumped back in fright. The vines hover there for a moment before it ran along the floor as if looking for something. The vines followed her. Jill pressed herself against a stone wall and She closed her eyes as one of vines touched her cheek. Jill felt the wall vines caress her other cheek. She let a small yelp as the vines wrapped around her. Jill’s boots dug into the ground trying to hold her ground, but the vines won as it raised her arms up and pulled her off the floor. Jill flailed in the air. Two more vines bound her ankles. Jill twisted her body in any shape, way, or form in an attempt to free herself.
“Let me go!” She yelled.
The vines pulled out her limbs and placed her in an X position. Jill looked around hoping for help, but there was nothing. Jill’s face scrunched up. One of the vines had made its way up her shirt and ran along her ribs. For a moment Jill stopped moving. Her lips pulled to go into a smile. She did her best to push down the urge to laugh and will herself desperately to not let happen. The vine wiggled on her side, Jill pressed her lips shut tight, as it stroked. Jill shook her head, as a second vine went under her shirt and started to torment her belly making her head shake and tried not to think of what was happening to her.
Unfortunately, her mouth open and let loose a flood of laughter. “No hehehe not there stop ehehehehehe. Stehehehehep it hehehehehe it tickles hehehehe too much hehehehehehehehehehe.”
Jill was in too much of a frenzy to notice vines taking off her boots, but she soon felt her socks being slid off. “What the hehehehe, no leave my hehehehe socks on hehehehehe.” She begged as she squirmed.
Her bare soles felt as a vine went down her left sole. “HEHEHEHEHEHEHE NO HEHEHEHEHE NOT MY BARE HEHEHEHEHE FOOOOOT.” Jill moved her body as her toes curled trying to block the vine’s tickle attack on the sole of her foot. It went from her arch to the ball of her foot and then along her insteps.
Jill looked over seeing a plant bud appeared next to her other foot, it opened up to look like a mouth and a tongue came wiggling out.
“Oh ho no. Hehehehe not that. Doooohohoohn’t uuu hoo hoo use your tongue.”
The tongue wiggled along her right foot. Sending signals all through her body. The tongue dance along her foot and made its way like a snake to her toes. It found its way into the smallest of crevasses.
Jill went berserk as this happened. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO HAHAHAHAHA STOP IT HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHA IT’S TO TICKLY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.” Her laughter grew as it wiggled along her toes, as if tasting her sweet feet. Jill threw her head back and shook unable to do anything.
One of the vines went up her pant leg and ran up to her thigh. Jill’s eyes grew big. “NO NO NO! HAHAHAHAH DON’T YOU DARE HEHEHE OH FUCK!”
The vine swirled around her inner thigh and very slowly kept making its way up.
“GOD DAMAHAHAN IT! HEHEHE HOO HOO HAHAHAHA OH COME ON! HAHAHA STOP YOOOOHHOOU PERVERYED PLANT!” Jill shook her head so hard that her blue beret fell to the floor.
The vine continued its path towards her panties and made small circles on them.
“SON OF A HEHEHEHEHEH FUCK NO! I HEHEHEHEH HAHAHAHAHAH NOT THERE! ANYWHERE HAHAHAHAHHAHA BUT THERE HEHEHEHEHEH AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.” Jill was dying and part of her was getting wetter. She hadn’t expected this, but could do nothing to stop it. Her mind was stuck in pure laughter mode and was unable to free itself.
“OH MY GOD!” She screamed when it went into her panties. “NO NO NO! STOP! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH I CAN’T TAKE IT HEHEHEHHEHEHEHE I- I’M GOING TO DIE! HAHAHAHAHAHA. PLEASE I’LL DOOOO UUUUUHUHUHUH ANYTHING HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”
Jill laughed for hours on end, until finally the bud, and vines pulled away. Jill fell and around and hit the ground. She got up and looked at Chris as he stood over her with a shotgun.
“Get up, Rebecca is going to use a flamethrower. We got to get out of her,” he said.
Jill nodded in agreement as she got up and thanks to Chris escaped the wrath of the tickling plant.
In the hidden room the man growled. He pounded the control table. “This isn’t good, she still holds that sample. I need to stop her. I well have to find some other way of doing it,” he laughed manically.
Resident Evil T (Rewrite)
Jill rubbed her finger-less gloved hands together in an attempt to keep warm. The rotors of the helicopter swirled above her. It made a loud sound that made it hard to hear someone speaking, even if they were right next to you. Jill moved her torso a bit in the blue police outfit, and wiggling her toes in her boots. She looked up from her hands to focus her gaze on a man who turned to look at her.
“You’re a bit fidgety, are you cold?” The man asked. He had slick back brownish hair, but at this time at night it looked black. He wore a regular swat outfit.
Jill looked into his brown eyes them for a while. She shook her head. “No, I’m fine.” She turned to look outside the window. It was a cold July night and the forest look so calm, yet it gave off a creepy vibe. She wondered what was down there in the darkness and what had gotten Bravo team. Wind blew through the trees and Jill could help wondering why, or how S.T.A.R.S. Bravo team had been knocked out of communication. Had it really been human cannibals? The reports didn’t give much info except on the attacks being cannibalistic. Jill shiver at the thought of people breaking in her home, so they could eat her and fill their stomachs with her flesh. Her body tensed at the thought, it was so weird to her. She couldn’t even ponder why someone would eat another human being. Was it solely based on survival, or maybe insanity? Jill could remember her training on the human mind, it was meant to help keep operatives sane, though it also helped them to understand what hostiles were thinking.
Their helicopter landed and one by one the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team came out their guns drawn and flashlights shinning into the darkness. They moved around looking carefully at everything in the shadows. A voice cut through the icy air to the operatives, “Over here, I found them.” They turned to look at a beaten helicopter.
“It’s Bravo team’s helicopter,” said their teammate.
Jill ran over, but stopped. She looked and saw some dogs that were feasting. She stood there, unsure what was going on. The pack of dogs looked up and Jill realized something was wrong with them. Their mouths were frothed and pieces of skin was missing. They had become something. Something different, something she didn’t want to know about. She pointed her handgun at the pack. A dog barked loudly at her. Out of fear she took a step back and tripped on a branch landing on her butt. The fall caused her to drop her gun. Jill raised her arms up in defense, but it wasn’t needed as the dog was shot in its head.
Chris ran over. “Let’s get out of here.” He shouted as he grabbed Jill’s hand yanking her to her feet. He pulled her by the hand, both of them ran through the dark forest with only a small flashlight to help them. Chris saw a human shape ahead, putting his flashlight up saw man wearing a SWAT uniform. “Barry, were being chase.”
Barry was a bit taller than Chris. He carried a .44 Magnum and held it up with both arms shooting at the dogs chasing behind them.
Chris ran past Barry, he yelled at him, “Let’s go.”
Barry nodded. He turned and followed. The three came across another man, Albert Wesker. All four of them ran towards the helicopter site to find it had taken off.
“Shit!” Chris cursed. Barking could be heard behind them.
Wesker pointed. “This way.” Whisker took off.
The group followed behind and after sometime found a large mansion. Wesker opened the door. He turned to the others and beckoned. “Over here. Hurry!”
Chris, Jill, and Barry hustled into the mansion. Jill panted, trying to get air into her lungs.
“What were those things?” she asked.
“That’s a good question. I’d like to know myself,” Barry said as he reloaded his gun.
Jill stood straight up, shocked as she hit her pockets fumbling for her gun. “Shit. I lost my gun,” she said feeling rather stupid and bowed her head. To her surprise she looked into a black handgun.
“Here, don’t lose it,” Chris said.
Jill smiled and took the handgun. “Thanks. Now, where are we?” Jill observed her surroundings, it looked like a regular creepy mansion in the movies. The old furniture, the dust upon every item, and of course the decoration that made you wonder if you really were in a horror movie. Even the smell of stale air added to the creepy mansion effect. The four of them looked to each other hoping the other knew, though not one of them knew where they were.
“Well,” Wesker said. “It seems we will have to split up, to go looking for whoever owns this place. Maybe we can use a telephone, or some sort of device to help us out of here. Chris, you and I will go look on the right side. Barry, and Jill you go look on the left side. If anything happens will all meet back here.”
The three nodded. Barry and Jill headed into one of the mansion doors. The room had an antique theme going on. The long table with fancy silverware, the large chandelier hanging from above and the extraordinary golden candles around the room. Even the fire place gave off an elegant vibe. Barry stopped and looked ahead. His gaze caught something on the ground. Jill walked forward and flowed his line of sight to see what it was. She took a step back and gasped. It was a puddle of blood, but why was it there.
Barry walked forward, and bent down. He examined it. “Jill you go on ahead, I want to look at this.”
Jill nodded in response. She continued on to a door and entered the next room. She entered a darker room that gave Jill the hebie jeepies. She made her way cautiously as her heart started beating faster. Jill took step by step and kept a watchful eye. Her hands shook a bit. She tried to steady her gun. She jumped as she caught a glimpse at something and felt her heart race faster. A dead body lay on the floor. It was a S.T.A.R.S member from bravo team. Jill got closer and heard a small growl. She turned her head and saw something she had never seen. Her eyes grew big and she quivered in her boots looking at the thing in front of her. It was something that wasn’t human anymore. Its mouth was open. It had dead grey eyes. The clothes it wore was ripped. It limped towards her arms extended. Jill hesitated. The zombie launched itself forward towards Jill. Jill on impulse rolled to the right and dodged the attack. She got up and took a few steps back. The zombie turned and reached out to grab her. Jill put her hands up to block his arms. He clutched her shoulders. It opened its mouth and leaned in towards her neck.
“Oh, shit! He’s going to bite me.” The thought rang through her mind. She quickly smashed her palm into its face and push it away. She felt its hand on her left should go down her body to her ribs. Part of her mouth went up in a small smirk, its hands moving on her side. She tried to not giggle, or laugh. Jill in a flurry pushed him back, and pulled out her knife. She stabbed it in the head. The zombie stopped moving and fell to the ground. Jill took deep breathes and removed her knife from the zombie’s head. She shook her head and turned to the dead body of the bravo member. She wanted to turn and run, but she knew she had to check his body. She found a small video tape and his ID. She heard something behind her. She looked behind her to see the zombie she stabbed twitching. She couldn’t believe it was moving. She took off in a dash. She jumped over the zombie like body and ran through the door. She closed it behind her and breathed a bit easier. Jill noticed Barry wasn’t there anymore. She walked forward and saw the puddle of blood was gone as well.
“What’s going on?” Jill asked. Jill walked forward, she sighed a bit, “Barry, where did you go?” Jill headed into the main room. “This is where, we were supposed to go.” Her hand went along her side, “Did that thing try to tickle me?” Her hand rubbed her side and she shook her head, “No way! That thing wanted to eat me. It was probably feeling how tender I am.”
Jill waited in the main room. The encounter played over, and over in her mind. It seemed weird that something that evil would tickle her even on accident. That couldn’t be possible… or was she just too naïve. She sat down and put her knees into her chest putting her arms around them. She sighed. Jill was a strong, fit, well trained, intelligence, and all around a great woman. Though, anyone would be a bit freaked at what she had just seen. She couldn’t tell the time, but it felt like hours had gone by. She got up and brushed herself off.
“Well if they won’t come help me. I will go help them.” She nodded and walked forward her hand reached out towards the door. She was scared, but she shook her head.
“What would Barry, Albert, and… Chris say? They’d try to be my big heroes.” Jill smiled with a bit of blush thinking about her friends. They gave her a reason to go on. She took a deep breath and went through a different door of the mansion. She walked into another dark and creepy room.
“How many dark and creepy rooms are there?” She asked aloud. Jill still feeling the warm fuzzes walked a bit faster. She scanned around the room and listened to everything around her. She didn’t realize she was being watched. How could see know what was awaiting her in the darkness.
Jill walked through the halls. She walked down admiring the decor, but mainly wanted to look for a phone, but couldn’t find one. It was so awkward. It felt like something or someone didn’t want them to call anyone outside the mansion. Jill bit her lip as she opened a door and look inside.
She sighed. “Finally, a study of some sort.” She rummaged around, but didn’t find a phone. Just tons, and tons of paper with weird chemical equations. Jill knew chemistry, but not enough to understand this kind. She sighed, but looked over and saw something.
“This must have been left behind or on accident.” Her hand reached out to a small vial that glowed a faint red. Jill looked it over. Something was inside, but Jill didn’t know what it was.
Her eyes scanned over it, “What is this?” Jill shrugged and placed it in one of her pouches.
From a secret room a man watched a bunch of monitors which watched the many rooms of the mansion. “…I can’t believe they left a sample.” The man slammed his fist into the desk in front of him.
“How could they be so stupid to allow someone to find a sample? Worse yet Jill had to find it.” He leaned back in the computer chair.
“Well I guess I’ll get a chance to test the new strain.” He turned his attention to another screen and saw Chris Redfield.
“I might need to deal with him in the same manner.” He looked back at Jill. “I know she’ll be susceptible to my little experiment.”
Jill walked down the hall and opened a glass door. She continued out into a garden. She went down some stairs and turned a corner. She stopped. “What the hell?!”
A gang of zombies stood in front of her. She looked back to see a few more coming down the stairs. “This is just great. Well, I’m not going to be eaten.”
Jill held her handgun up and pulled the trigger. Each time it created a loud bang. A zombie would fall to the floor. Jill reloaded. She fired over and over again. Jill struck each of the zombie’s heads, chest, legs in an attempt to take them down. Jill pressed the trigger, but only a click was heard. She had just run out of bullets. “Shit.”
Jill pulled her knife as the zombies got closer. She struck out with a swipe motion to any that got to close, but was unable to hold them off. “How many of these guys are there?”
More and more zombies filled the area. She stabbed a zombie in the head, but couldn’t pull her knife out. Jill panicked as she realized she did not have any more weapons. She raised her arms up like a boxer and hit a zombie with an uppercut to his jaw that knocked him to the floor. Jill saw in her peripheral a zombie getting close. She round-house kicked her foe in the face. While she was in the middle of the kick, another zombie approached her and pushed her. She lost her balance and fell onto the cold hard ground. She grunted to the pain. She ached her back. Unaware of the zombies swarming around her. She let out a yelp as she felt something grab her wrists. Jill turned her head to the left to see a zombie holding her left wrist. She turned to the right as different zombie held her right wrist. Jill kicked her legs up, but found two more zombies held her ankles. Her mind raced. “Oh no! They’re going to eat me now!”
“Go away, you damn zombies! Don’t eat me!” She hoped by some miracle they would listen to her. She continued to struggle to get free. The zombies held her tightly down. One of them moved closer and opened its mouth. It leaned in towards her neck. Jill gasped.
“Nnnnnnoooo don’t eat me!” She pleaded, but the zombie continued to get closer to her neck. Jill scrunched her eyes shut in fear. It seemed she would be eaten. The zombie’s mouth wrapped around her neck. Jill waited for the inevitable. Suddenly, she felt something weird. Something that made her a smile.
A giggle escaped Jill's lips as she felt a tongue along her neck. “Whhhhaaatttt…..are yoooouuu….doing?” She didn’t feel any teeth, just a tongue that went along her neck.
“Hehehehe Stop it! That tickles hehehehe.” Jill couldn’t help it as flood of giggles escaped her mouth. The tongue proceeded to lick her neck. Jill reflexively tried to protect her neck, but couldn’t do anything. Another zombie reached forward with its hand toward her armpit.
Jill opened her eyes to see the zombie’s wiggling fingers in her armpit. Titters poured out of Jill’s mouth. “Eheheheheh stop it ehehehehehehehehe.”
Her laughter rose as the a fourth zombie used his hand to tickle her right hollow pit with its hand. “HEHEHEHE ahahahahaha no ehehehe ahahahah stop it.” She chuckled as they tickle her armpits. She felt something move her blue shirt higher showing her white, pale belly. She squealed as she felt a poke to her belly. She looked to see another one which than begun to tickle around her belly button.
“AHAHAHAHAHHANOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTAHAHAPPAHAHAHHAH AHAH.” Her body tried moving from her ticklish predicament. “NONONONONOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAP HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE AHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA I’M HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA TICKLISH AHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHA TOO TICKLISH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE STAHAHAHAP IT HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA.” She laughed as the zombie’s tortured her.
Jill’s volume went higher when the zombie leaned into her belly and a tongue went into her belly button. “OHOHOHNONONO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT AHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA MY BUTTON HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.” She wiggled her body as they tormented her neck, hollows, and belly.
Jill continued to laugh, as the zombies tickled her. Laughter filled her mind and she was unable to think of anything else. She shook her head. Tears starting to form in her eyes. She didn’t notice another zombie who appeared, and started to untie her boots. As her boots came free, she finally looked up to see it. “NNNNNOOOOHOHOHOH HAHAHAH LEAVE MY BOOTS ALONE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.”
The zombie continued as it pulled her left sock off letting her bare sole feel the cool breeze. She shook her head, as the other zombies stopped their tickle attack, allowing her a short break to watch as her right sock was removed.
“Oh god no! Leave my feet alone! Please just leave them alone!” The water droplets that had formed in her eyes began to dry up.
She tensed up seeing the zombie’s finger go down to her left foot, “No no no don’t do this, stop please.” Hoping her pleading would work, though it did nothing. The finger stroked along her foot causing her to tense and giggle.
“Hehehehehe,” she yelped, as it did it again.
Her foot shook to get away from the tickling finger, as it stroked for a third time down her soft sole. Trying to control the laughter as Jill bite her lip. The zombie slid its finger down her arch and the giggles escaped. “Hehehe ehehehehehe hehehehe.”
The zombie’s attention turned to her right foot. “No please, my right foot is even more ticklish than the left.” As the finger tormented her sole, it stroked up, and down. She shook her head side to side as her toes curled and her foot moved in all directions trying to stop as the fingers from tickling her.
Soon she leaned her head back and began howling. “HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH NO STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP NONONOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEAHAHAHSEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO MORE HAHAHAHAHAHA I CAN’T TAKE HAHAHAHAHA IT ON HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MY FEHEHEHEHET HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”
Jill’s laughter rising as the other zombies joined in and continued to tickle her belly, armpits, feet, and neck. Jill bucked as hard as she could. Her eyes closed. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOHOHOHOHOH NO MORE OHOHOOHOH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HEHEHEHE OOH HAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.” She wiggled, scrunched up, shook, and did anything that would stop the tickling.
After a moment Jill went into silent laughter. Jill did anything she could do to get away, bucking, screaming, twisting every part of her body she could. She was close to passing out.
A gun rang out, hitting one of the zombies in the head.
A huge blast was hear destroying part of one, as Chris appeared. Killing off the zombies with a shotgun in his hands, as he cocked it looking at Jill on the ground. “Jill are you okay?”
Jill blushed as she stood up, putting back on her boots, and other clothes. She looked up at Chris, “Thanks for saving me.”
Chris smiled and nodded as he helped her up. “Forget it. Where’s Barry, and the Wesker?” Chris asked
“I don’t know we all got separated.” Jill answered, “Oh, I’m out of ammo, do you have some?”
Chris nodded handing her some.
“Let’s head out.” Chris said, as they walked back into the mansion. “Oh, hey! I met this girl named Rebecca in the medical ward. Let me go get her, you stay here.”
Jill nodded. Chris went back through the mansion. She sat there and looked over as a door slowly opened only to a crack. Jill looked as she heard someone speaking.
“Jill…Jill. Hey Jill.”
She recognized the voice as Barry’s. “Barry, is that you?” She asked.
“Yeah, it’s me. Come here Jill,” Barry said.
Jill looked at the door, she didn’t understand. She stood up and walked over to the door. She opened the door, but did not see Barry. She made her way down a short dark hall. Jill noticed the walls seemed to have some sort of plant growing on them. Jill didn’t take this as a threat as she opened a door. She seemed to have gone through some sort of passage way into a greenhouse. She looked around. “Barry. Where are you?” She wondered around. She turned around looking for where she had come from, but now only saw vines.
Elsewhere a man smiled, looking at a camera showing Jill’s actions as she looked around the room. He smiled as he spoke into a microphone, “Good job, Barry.”
Shut up!” Barry exclaimed. "I don't want to do this anymore."
“Aw temper temper, one wrong move, and your family is gone. Maybe you should hear their pleas again.” The man flipped a switch another radio was connect.
“Kanner, Barry wants to hear the laughs of his wife, and daughters. Mind helping us.” The man said into the radio.
“No,” Barry said.
“Sure, thing boss.” Kanner said. He was miles away in the city holding Barry’s family hostage. Barry’s wife, Kathy, and his two daughters named Moira and Polly sat in the living room. They had each been blindfolded and tied to a chair, their legs up on stools. They’d been placed back to back of each other. Kanner walked forward as he smiled upon them deviously. “Alright you three, daddy wants to hear your laughter.”
Their heads perked up. “Oh no please, leave us alone,” Kathy said.
“Let us go you creep!” Moira exclaimed.
Kanner bent down by Moira. “Sorry, but we need you to laugh.” He placed his radio near her. He took out a feather, “Okay sweety tell daddy to do as he’s told.” He pulled up her shirt revealing her pale belly. Kanner had found out earlier this was her most ticklish spot.
“Screw you! Dad don’t listen to-“ Moira started, but was cut off.
Kanner ran his feather along her belly. “Oh shit! Hehehehhehe cut it out! Hahahahahahaha! Stop it! Hahahahahahahahahah!”
“Cootchie cootchie coo,” Kanner said.
“Noohohoh heheheheahahahah Stop! Hahahahahahahahaha.”
Kanner went towards the sides of her belly.
“No stop hehehehe please hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe. It tickles hehehehehehe too much hehehehehe.”
Moira couldn’t stop the giggles that kept spewing out her. She shook her head trying to stop herself, but failed to do. “Heheheheheheh Hahahahahhaha! You bastard! Hehehehehehehe hahahahhahahahahaha Son of bitch! Hahahahahhahahahaha Stop it!”
Kanner kept going. “You know what you need to do to make it stop.” He went towards the middle of her navel and played in her belly button.
Moira threw her head back. “Hahahahaha Fuck! Hahahahhahaha ehehehhehe oh ho ho hahahahahahah no more stop hahahahahahhahahaha please! Okay fine! Hahahahahhahahaha make it stop it! I can’t take it! Heheheheheheheheh hahahahahahahah! Please stop tickling me again! Hahahahahhahaha Not my belly!”
Kanner wiggled his fingers along her side as he continued to feather her belly button.
“NOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT MY BUTTON HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO PLEAZE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THERE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I CAN’T TAKE IT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.” Moira laughed as it tickled her.
Kathy, yelled, “Leave us alone!”
Kanner smiled as he walked over to Polly. He looked at her in a skirt. He used the feather on her thigh, which he knew was her most ticklish spot. “Come on, laugh for me and tell daddy he needs to do what we say.”
“NOHOHOHOHOH HAHAHAHAHA NOT MY NAKE THIGHS HAHAHAHAHA PLEASE HAHAHAHA MERCY HAHAHAHAHA THEY’RE BARE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP IT HAHAHAHAHA.”
Kathy bit her lip for a moment before deciding to scream, “Stop it, leave my daughters alone. If you are going to tickle anyone than tickle me.”
Kanner smirked. He knew the mother was incredibly ticklish, and his favorite to ticklee. He wanted her to say this as he walked over to her. He bent down at her feet.
“If you say so,” he said. Kanner used the feather on her ticklish soles.
“Oh! Oh no! Hehehehehe,” Kathy chortled. “Wait! Wait! Nooooo ohohoh hahahahah hehehehe Don’t tickle me!” She remembered how ticklish she was.
Kanner continued to stroke the feather from one foot to the other. He went around the ball of her foot, up her arch, and back around.
“Oh, hoo hoo hahahahahhahahahahah hehehehehehehe nnnnooooo hahahahhahahahahaha.”
Her feet wiggled trying to escape the tickling feather as her laughed grew, as he tickled her toes. “WAIT! NOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAP,” Kathy cackled. “I’M TO TICKLISH HAHAHAHAHA NOT MY TOOOHOOOOESS HAHAHAHAHAHA NOOHOHOHOH MMMOOORREEEHAHAHA PLEAZE HAHAHAHAHA BARRY HAHAHAHAHA MAKE THEM STAHAHAHAHAP HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH PLEAZE HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA MAKE THEM STAHAHAHAHHAHAHAP AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DO WHAT THEY ASK! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”
Barry knew how ticklish his wife’s feet her. She would kick him every time he did it, she couldn’t stand being tickled. Barry cringed as he heard their laughter, “Alright alright. Just stop. I’ll do it.”
Kanner stopped as the man gave the word for him to stop.
“Now then Barry continue the plan.” The man said smiling as he knew Barry was in his grasp.
Jill breathed out. She just wanted to go home. She wanted to be with her friends. She didn’t want to be in a mansion with mindless tickling zombies that could turn into flesh eating at any moment. Who knew how many traps were in this place? Jill had to be careful, yet she to keep going. She soon found some sort of root and decided to cut it. As her knife split the root it shook as if in pain. What was weirder is that it leaked something like blood. Was this thing alive? Jill pulled on the root, but the ground was too heavy for her to follow the trail. So, she had to guess as to where to go. Jill looked till she came to a small bush. She bent down and started searching.
The man in the room smiled, “Let’s see how she likes my plant.” He pushed a button.
Vines sprang out. She jumped back in fright. The vines hover there for a moment before it ran along the floor as if looking for something. The vines followed her. Jill pressed herself against a stone wall and She closed her eyes as one of vines touched her cheek. Jill felt the wall vines caress her other cheek. She let a small yelp as the vines wrapped around her. Jill’s boots dug into the ground trying to hold her ground, but the vines won as it raised her arms up and pulled her off the floor. Jill flailed in the air. Two more vines bound her ankles. Jill twisted her body in any shape, way, or form in an attempt to free herself.
“Let me go!” She yelled.
The vines pulled out her limbs and placed her in an X position. Jill looked around hoping for help, but there was nothing. Jill’s face scrunched up. One of the vines had made its way up her shirt and ran along her ribs. For a moment Jill stopped moving. Her lips pulled to go into a smile. She did her best to push down the urge to laugh and will herself desperately to not let happen. The vine wiggled on her side, Jill pressed her lips shut tight, as it stroked. Jill shook her head, as a second vine went under her shirt and started to torment her belly making her head shake and tried not to think of what was happening to her.
Unfortunately, her mouth open and let loose a flood of laughter. “No hehehe not there stop ehehehehehe. Stehehehehep it hehehehehe it tickles hehehehe too much hehehehehehehehehehe.”
Jill was in too much of a frenzy to notice vines taking off her boots, but she soon felt her socks being slid off. “What the hehehehe, no leave my hehehehe socks on hehehehehe.” She begged as she squirmed.
Her bare soles felt as a vine went down her left sole. “HEHEHEHEHEHEHE NO HEHEHEHEHE NOT MY BARE HEHEHEHEHE FOOOOOT.” Jill moved her body as her toes curled trying to block the vine’s tickle attack on the sole of her foot. It went from her arch to the ball of her foot and then along her insteps.
Jill looked over seeing a plant bud appeared next to her other foot, it opened up to look like a mouth and a tongue came wiggling out.
“Oh ho no. Hehehehe not that. Doooohohoohn’t uuu hoo hoo use your tongue.”
The tongue wiggled along her right foot. Sending signals all through her body. The tongue dance along her foot and made its way like a snake to her toes. It found its way into the smallest of crevasses.
Jill went berserk as this happened. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO HAHAHAHAHA STOP IT HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHA IT’S TO TICKLY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.” Her laughter grew as it wiggled along her toes, as if tasting her sweet feet. Jill threw her head back and shook unable to do anything.
One of the vines went up her pant leg and ran up to her thigh. Jill’s eyes grew big. “NO NO NO! HAHAHAHAH DON’T YOU DARE HEHEHE OH FUCK!”
The vine swirled around her inner thigh and very slowly kept making its way up.
“GOD DAMAHAHAN IT! HEHEHE HOO HOO HAHAHAHA OH COME ON! HAHAHA STOP YOOOOHHOOU PERVERYED PLANT!” Jill shook her head so hard that her blue beret fell to the floor.
The vine continued its path towards her panties and made small circles on them.
“SON OF A HEHEHEHEHEH FUCK NO! I HEHEHEHEH HAHAHAHAHAH NOT THERE! ANYWHERE HAHAHAHAHHAHA BUT THERE HEHEHEHEHEH AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.” Jill was dying and part of her was getting wetter. She hadn’t expected this, but could do nothing to stop it. Her mind was stuck in pure laughter mode and was unable to free itself.
“OH MY GOD!” She screamed when it went into her panties. “NO NO NO! STOP! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH I CAN’T TAKE IT HEHEHEHHEHEHEHE I- I’M GOING TO DIE! HAHAHAHAHAHA. PLEASE I’LL DOOOO UUUUUHUHUHUH ANYTHING HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”
Jill laughed for hours on end, until finally the bud, and vines pulled away. Jill fell and around and hit the ground. She got up and looked at Chris as he stood over her with a shotgun.
“Get up, Rebecca is going to use a flamethrower. We got to get out of her,” he said.
Jill nodded in agreement as she got up and thanks to Chris escaped the wrath of the tickling plant.
In the hidden room the man growled. He pounded the control table. “This isn’t good, she still holds that sample. I need to stop her. I well have to find some other way of doing it,” he laughed manically.
