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The first
A tickle fic by DArk wolf
The charactes in this fic are fictional. they are created for the uses of the story, and may be used in other work, so long as permission is requested.
Veronica walked down the road to her apartment. The rural out laying area of Atlanta GA, where she lived was just large enough to have some buisness. Including the dentist, who she was the secretary for. She spent the entire day behind a small desk, arranging appointments, and filing her nails. She had been lucky to find a apartment that was only a few blocks away from the office. she walked to and from work daily, and usually was excited about getting home to see her boyfriend, who happened to live across the hall.
She was in no such mood today. Her boyfriend was out of town helping his mother and father who were staying at the hospital. his younger sister had been in a a car wreck, and since they lived in New York, he had taken off from work, and flown up for a week to be with them. Veronica was upset because, tomorrow was their 6-month aniversary. She would have to celebrate alone.
As she walked, her skirt began to ride up, and she had to fix it. Standing at an even 5' 6", and weiging only 140 lbs....which she admitted to 125 of......she was the ideal woman in many mens eyes. She wasn't huge in any areas, but instead was well proportioned, and rounded in the correct places. She kept fit, and ate mostly right, but couldn't help but to cheat every now and agian. Her shoulder length brown hair was held up in a bun, and her light blue buisness suit was neatly pressed. Her her suit, and a matching hand bag completed the outfit. The locket her boyfriend had given her on her birthday last month was around her neck, and she kissed it gently, wiping off her cherry red lipstick.
A van pulled up beside her, and she was pulled in. Instantly, stories and urban legends about women being killed, raped, or worse, flew through her mind. She was thrown into the back of the van, and it sped off. Either no one saw, or no one cared.
Veronica opened her eyes, to find that she was tied securely, her ankles tied before her, and her wrists tied under her legs, but with a slinder rope connecting the two bonds. It felt like silk rope. She looked around, but couldn't make out anything, it was like she was in a dream. she could sense the things around her, but her brain was unable to focus on anything. A movement caught her eye, as a man, looking to be in his mid-tenties stepped forward.
"What are you going to do to me?" Veronica challenged him, looking him dead in the eye. Her father had been a marine, and had taught her to never show her fear.
The man stared at her. He wore a loose black silk buttoned shirt, and denim jeans, dyed black and carpenter style. he stood about 6', maybe 6' 1" his solid black hair was cropped short, and his eyes were a peculiar color of Grey...almost like the stock of a gun.
"Bang!" He man shouted, chuckling as Veronica lept in surprise, and then sighed nervously.
"I don't think I'll answer that just yet." He had a southern accent...maybe from Tennessee. The man smiled, reveling long canines, sharpened to a point. "Where are my manners, I am known as Dark Wolf. You, however, may call me...." He finished his sentence by imitating a womans laughter and the word stop. regaining his composure, her strode towards the young lady who was restrained.
"You'd better let me go."
Dark wolf shook his head. "Not possible. the contract has been signed and paid for. It must be fulfilled."
The only thing that Veronica could think of a contract for, would be a contract kill. The thought welled up fear in her heart, and she wept openly in front of the stranger.
"Shhh. Don't cry Veronica." Dark Wolf knelt by her, and wiped her tears with a solid black cotton hankercheif. "You will not die." He positioned himself by her left side, and rubbed her back gently. "It is on the contract that you will not be harmed." His hand moved slightly towards her right ribs. "You will not be harmed, but rather, you will smile widely."
"How do you know my name?"
"Not important." His fingers danced slightly agianst her ribs, and the un-forseen attack caused her to jump, and begin laughing. "What is important is this ticklish spot I've found." On the wall a clock started, and began counting down the fourty five minute period.
Veronica shifted to the left to escape the hand, but found another one on her left side. Her sides were entirely exposed, and she shreiked in histerics. Gently moving up and down, The fingers found every sensitive spot on each rib, and gave it it's own gentle seconds, before moving to the next spot, never giving her a moment of time to lose feeling, or effect. She suddenly found a strip of duct tape over her mouth, and screamed agiast the gag.
Fighting, she laughed until tears fell from her cheeks. Finally, the hands found their way to her bottom ribs, but those were her most sensitive, and it seemd like they stopped almost before they started moving. Having completed the assault on her ribs, the hands stopped suddenly, allowing Veronica to catch her breath, sucking air through her nose, and wishing she could breath through her mouth. Or at least beg a little. the same hankercheif wipped her tears away, and then a damp rag wipped her brow. she clung to the cool feeling of the moisture, untill........
.....sudenly, the fingers began exploring the ticklish areas behind Veronica's small ears, and the lower portions of her neck.. she twisted and turned, trying to get free, but the fingers persisted. Laughing agianst the tape, she began to thrash a bit. The tickling stopped. Veronia quit thrashing, but wasn't given time to relax, before those hands suddenly found their way into her under-arms. She laughed hardest. this was one of her worst spots. She could tell he was behind her, but that didn't help she tried to think about something else, but when she did, one or both hands would change it's spot so that she was snapped back to reality.
One arm snaked around infront of her, and began to poke and tickle her tumy area, while the other persisted at her underarms, sometimes dipping down to her ribs. Veronica managed finally to get over on her side, and began to crawl away, still laughing, and with tears going down her face.
"Oh? Do you really want your legs tickled so soon?" Veronica realized she had opened her bare-feet, and lower calves up for tickling. She tried to roll back over, but a hand on her legs stopped her. She tried to scream for mercy, for him not to tickle her there, in her most ticklish area, but her words came out muffled, so she frantically shook her head from side to side.
"My, my, aren't we axious to begin?" More frantic shaking, then the fingers began their probing of her feet. Every muscle, every fold, line, and toe was tested. The most ticklish spots were re-tickled over and over. Then one hand switched to a squeeze-tickle technique, moving up and down her calf, and the other took the most ticklish spots on both the tied and exposed feet. No matter how she rolled, twisted or fought, she couldn't seem to escape. She tried to scream something, but couldn't.
The tickling relented, and the tape was pulled from her mouth. She was to much in histerics to feel any pain. "Sorry, what was that?" Dark Wolf said.
"Hehehe I-i-i...Havhahahave to pee-ee-ee." Veronica managed betwen giggles.
Dark wolf pointed at the clock. "Two minutes left. If I stop to let you go, or if you lose control, we have to start all over agian."
She wouldn't survive. she loved being tickled, but the whole thing agian? There was no way.
The tickling resumed, without the tape...she was almost beyond the ability to speak anyways. But there was less intensity, as if out of respect for her decency."
Finally, a buzzer rang, and her bonds were released. She rushed to the bathroom, marked womens, and came out refreshed.
She saw a glass of water set out for her, and she drank it, then looked for her host.
She never did remember what happened next. It was like apart of the dream where you wake up, and your not quite sure if your awake or if you just started a new dream without finishing the first.
On the table was a card. She opened it. the cover read. "To many happy years together." A rainbow was accross the front. she read the signature within.
"My dear V,
I apologize for my absence on out aniversary, but you are in my thoughts.
I know how much you enjoy being tickled, but you always claim that I dig down to hard.
Hope this helps you get by with out me for a few days.
Klark."
Veronica giggled. He had remembered.
She looked next to where the card had been, and saw a dvd case, unmarked, but with a wolf and a feather drawn on the front of it. She put in into her computer, and played it. Dark Wolf appeared on the screen.
"Greeting customer. We hope you have enjoyed this, the first of your three part package. Rest assured that the element of surprise will always be present when the next two take place." Dark wolf shifted, and leaned in close. "We aim to please Veronica, and we will. We are Carpe Noctem, the tickling service." He stood up straight agian, and something changed. Veronica watched spellbound, as his ears grew longer on the top, and his canine teeth got longer. The whites of his eyes turned blood-red, and his iris' lengthened to be like a cats. the grey color seemed to flash a dark blue, then back to grey. "Rest assured, we do not just seize the night, we Embrace it!" He laughed, a deep, rolling laugh, and the screen went black.
the end............
........?
A tickle fic by DArk wolf
The charactes in this fic are fictional. they are created for the uses of the story, and may be used in other work, so long as permission is requested.
Veronica walked down the road to her apartment. The rural out laying area of Atlanta GA, where she lived was just large enough to have some buisness. Including the dentist, who she was the secretary for. She spent the entire day behind a small desk, arranging appointments, and filing her nails. She had been lucky to find a apartment that was only a few blocks away from the office. she walked to and from work daily, and usually was excited about getting home to see her boyfriend, who happened to live across the hall.
She was in no such mood today. Her boyfriend was out of town helping his mother and father who were staying at the hospital. his younger sister had been in a a car wreck, and since they lived in New York, he had taken off from work, and flown up for a week to be with them. Veronica was upset because, tomorrow was their 6-month aniversary. She would have to celebrate alone.
As she walked, her skirt began to ride up, and she had to fix it. Standing at an even 5' 6", and weiging only 140 lbs....which she admitted to 125 of......she was the ideal woman in many mens eyes. She wasn't huge in any areas, but instead was well proportioned, and rounded in the correct places. She kept fit, and ate mostly right, but couldn't help but to cheat every now and agian. Her shoulder length brown hair was held up in a bun, and her light blue buisness suit was neatly pressed. Her her suit, and a matching hand bag completed the outfit. The locket her boyfriend had given her on her birthday last month was around her neck, and she kissed it gently, wiping off her cherry red lipstick.
A van pulled up beside her, and she was pulled in. Instantly, stories and urban legends about women being killed, raped, or worse, flew through her mind. She was thrown into the back of the van, and it sped off. Either no one saw, or no one cared.
Veronica opened her eyes, to find that she was tied securely, her ankles tied before her, and her wrists tied under her legs, but with a slinder rope connecting the two bonds. It felt like silk rope. She looked around, but couldn't make out anything, it was like she was in a dream. she could sense the things around her, but her brain was unable to focus on anything. A movement caught her eye, as a man, looking to be in his mid-tenties stepped forward.
"What are you going to do to me?" Veronica challenged him, looking him dead in the eye. Her father had been a marine, and had taught her to never show her fear.
The man stared at her. He wore a loose black silk buttoned shirt, and denim jeans, dyed black and carpenter style. he stood about 6', maybe 6' 1" his solid black hair was cropped short, and his eyes were a peculiar color of Grey...almost like the stock of a gun.
"Bang!" He man shouted, chuckling as Veronica lept in surprise, and then sighed nervously.
"I don't think I'll answer that just yet." He had a southern accent...maybe from Tennessee. The man smiled, reveling long canines, sharpened to a point. "Where are my manners, I am known as Dark Wolf. You, however, may call me...." He finished his sentence by imitating a womans laughter and the word stop. regaining his composure, her strode towards the young lady who was restrained.
"You'd better let me go."
Dark wolf shook his head. "Not possible. the contract has been signed and paid for. It must be fulfilled."
The only thing that Veronica could think of a contract for, would be a contract kill. The thought welled up fear in her heart, and she wept openly in front of the stranger.
"Shhh. Don't cry Veronica." Dark Wolf knelt by her, and wiped her tears with a solid black cotton hankercheif. "You will not die." He positioned himself by her left side, and rubbed her back gently. "It is on the contract that you will not be harmed." His hand moved slightly towards her right ribs. "You will not be harmed, but rather, you will smile widely."
"How do you know my name?"
"Not important." His fingers danced slightly agianst her ribs, and the un-forseen attack caused her to jump, and begin laughing. "What is important is this ticklish spot I've found." On the wall a clock started, and began counting down the fourty five minute period.
Veronica shifted to the left to escape the hand, but found another one on her left side. Her sides were entirely exposed, and she shreiked in histerics. Gently moving up and down, The fingers found every sensitive spot on each rib, and gave it it's own gentle seconds, before moving to the next spot, never giving her a moment of time to lose feeling, or effect. She suddenly found a strip of duct tape over her mouth, and screamed agiast the gag.
Fighting, she laughed until tears fell from her cheeks. Finally, the hands found their way to her bottom ribs, but those were her most sensitive, and it seemd like they stopped almost before they started moving. Having completed the assault on her ribs, the hands stopped suddenly, allowing Veronica to catch her breath, sucking air through her nose, and wishing she could breath through her mouth. Or at least beg a little. the same hankercheif wipped her tears away, and then a damp rag wipped her brow. she clung to the cool feeling of the moisture, untill........
.....sudenly, the fingers began exploring the ticklish areas behind Veronica's small ears, and the lower portions of her neck.. she twisted and turned, trying to get free, but the fingers persisted. Laughing agianst the tape, she began to thrash a bit. The tickling stopped. Veronia quit thrashing, but wasn't given time to relax, before those hands suddenly found their way into her under-arms. She laughed hardest. this was one of her worst spots. She could tell he was behind her, but that didn't help she tried to think about something else, but when she did, one or both hands would change it's spot so that she was snapped back to reality.
One arm snaked around infront of her, and began to poke and tickle her tumy area, while the other persisted at her underarms, sometimes dipping down to her ribs. Veronica managed finally to get over on her side, and began to crawl away, still laughing, and with tears going down her face.
"Oh? Do you really want your legs tickled so soon?" Veronica realized she had opened her bare-feet, and lower calves up for tickling. She tried to roll back over, but a hand on her legs stopped her. She tried to scream for mercy, for him not to tickle her there, in her most ticklish area, but her words came out muffled, so she frantically shook her head from side to side.
"My, my, aren't we axious to begin?" More frantic shaking, then the fingers began their probing of her feet. Every muscle, every fold, line, and toe was tested. The most ticklish spots were re-tickled over and over. Then one hand switched to a squeeze-tickle technique, moving up and down her calf, and the other took the most ticklish spots on both the tied and exposed feet. No matter how she rolled, twisted or fought, she couldn't seem to escape. She tried to scream something, but couldn't.
The tickling relented, and the tape was pulled from her mouth. She was to much in histerics to feel any pain. "Sorry, what was that?" Dark Wolf said.
"Hehehe I-i-i...Havhahahave to pee-ee-ee." Veronica managed betwen giggles.
Dark wolf pointed at the clock. "Two minutes left. If I stop to let you go, or if you lose control, we have to start all over agian."
She wouldn't survive. she loved being tickled, but the whole thing agian? There was no way.
The tickling resumed, without the tape...she was almost beyond the ability to speak anyways. But there was less intensity, as if out of respect for her decency."
Finally, a buzzer rang, and her bonds were released. She rushed to the bathroom, marked womens, and came out refreshed.
She saw a glass of water set out for her, and she drank it, then looked for her host.
She never did remember what happened next. It was like apart of the dream where you wake up, and your not quite sure if your awake or if you just started a new dream without finishing the first.
On the table was a card. She opened it. the cover read. "To many happy years together." A rainbow was accross the front. she read the signature within.
"My dear V,
I apologize for my absence on out aniversary, but you are in my thoughts.
I know how much you enjoy being tickled, but you always claim that I dig down to hard.
Hope this helps you get by with out me for a few days.
Klark."
Veronica giggled. He had remembered.
She looked next to where the card had been, and saw a dvd case, unmarked, but with a wolf and a feather drawn on the front of it. She put in into her computer, and played it. Dark Wolf appeared on the screen.
"Greeting customer. We hope you have enjoyed this, the first of your three part package. Rest assured that the element of surprise will always be present when the next two take place." Dark wolf shifted, and leaned in close. "We aim to please Veronica, and we will. We are Carpe Noctem, the tickling service." He stood up straight agian, and something changed. Veronica watched spellbound, as his ears grew longer on the top, and his canine teeth got longer. The whites of his eyes turned blood-red, and his iris' lengthened to be like a cats. the grey color seemed to flash a dark blue, then back to grey. "Rest assured, we do not just seize the night, we Embrace it!" He laughed, a deep, rolling laugh, and the screen went black.
the end............
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