mch5
TMF Expert
- Joined
- Mar 9, 2012
- Messages
- 343
- Points
- 43
She walked on the grass, barefoot, feeling that soft yet pointy leaves. The sun heat was perfect. She was safe, happy, unstoppable. Her shining lifeforce filled her in whole, and she felt connected. Connected with everything, the twitting birds, the rhythm of the flowing wind, even the cars she could hear from far away... She had no idea why her focus shifted to those mechanical engines, but if that happened, there must have been a reason. Maybe it that weird repeating metallic sound (ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac...) that draw her interest (ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac...) ... She decided to investigate and so, lifted herself up, and floated toward the sound... Her arm signaled something to her, a throbbing spot, telling her that something was about to happen, she wanted to look at the signal, but something was distracting her, it was the green pointy grass. She was floating too low and small leaves were brushing the bottom of her semi-numb feet. How annoying!
She tugged on her lifeforce, to increase altitude (ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac...) but it didn't work. In fact, she noticed, her lifeforce was weaker... It's a beautiful day; there's no reason for this to happen... She tried again... Nothing.
It was very strange, almost amusing, as if suddenly she was too heavy to lift herself higher. (ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac...) And even stranger was the fact that her lifeforce was draining! She looked down at the moving grass below her, feeling it even stronger on her feet, as if a layers of shield being scratched away from her soles with every second. (ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac...) She watched her tiny bulging navel area moving, stretching, as in a breath too short and irregular. So strange. She must take control, she must resist, She Must Resist! She tried to draw a deep breath, but now it was like something heavy was upon her belly. (ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac...)
Something was wrong, she had to break free
! She gasped, ready to call for help... And then, her eyes snapped open!
Awake, laughing.
Silently gasping and laughing.
It was a dream, now she is back in “hell”. Drained from exhaustion, of being tickled and laughing in her unnatural sleep for who knows how long. (ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac...) the faint sound of the Automatic Tickler, working on her feet and armpits, as she is strapped to the padded table. Her almost maddened mind noticed the voices around her...
"She is awake."
-"Finally..."
-"Shame, her sleepy giggles were cute."
-"We can increase the dosage."
-"Nah, her ride back to prison will be here soon. Let's push her further for 10 more minutes and then finish up.”
(ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac ktac-ktac-- ktacktacktacktacktacktacktacktac ktacktacktacktacktacktacktacktac ktacktacktacktacktacktacktacktac)
She tugged on her lifeforce, to increase altitude (ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac...) but it didn't work. In fact, she noticed, her lifeforce was weaker... It's a beautiful day; there's no reason for this to happen... She tried again... Nothing.
It was very strange, almost amusing, as if suddenly she was too heavy to lift herself higher. (ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac...) And even stranger was the fact that her lifeforce was draining! She looked down at the moving grass below her, feeling it even stronger on her feet, as if a layers of shield being scratched away from her soles with every second. (ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac...) She watched her tiny bulging navel area moving, stretching, as in a breath too short and irregular. So strange. She must take control, she must resist, She Must Resist! She tried to draw a deep breath, but now it was like something heavy was upon her belly. (ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac...)
Something was wrong, she had to break free
! She gasped, ready to call for help... And then, her eyes snapped open!
Awake, laughing.
Silently gasping and laughing.
It was a dream, now she is back in “hell”. Drained from exhaustion, of being tickled and laughing in her unnatural sleep for who knows how long. (ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac...) the faint sound of the Automatic Tickler, working on her feet and armpits, as she is strapped to the padded table. Her almost maddened mind noticed the voices around her...
"She is awake."
-"Finally..."
-"Shame, her sleepy giggles were cute."
-"We can increase the dosage."
-"Nah, her ride back to prison will be here soon. Let's push her further for 10 more minutes and then finish up.”
(ktac-ktac-ktac-ktac ktac-ktac-- ktacktacktacktacktacktacktacktac ktacktacktacktacktacktacktacktac ktacktacktacktacktacktacktacktac)
