Saga of Sonja
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Don't ask how this one came to me, my mind is weird, but anyway... 🙂
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It had meant to be an easy heist, and at first, it had been. With the right contacts, tetrodotoxin had been easy to acquire, and Karina had soon taken on all the visible symptoms of death- her breath and heart rate essentially undetectable, her body gripped by a paralysis that easily passed for rigour mortis. This had been her ticket into Hartwood Mortuary, the choicest morgue in town for the city’s wealthiest residents. Her contact had told her that within the fortified morgue, where the dead were still being processed, their fineries and trinkets would be easily accessed. For Karina, she pictured the most ornate jewellery- gold and diamonds, silver, and rubies, sapphires, emeralds, all the panoply of wealth that had yet to pass on from the deceased and into the hands of their living relatives.
The tetrodotoxin was supposed to wear off after a few hours, when the morgue staff had left, and Karina would then have free reign to plunder the facility. Instead, she had taken a far stronger dose than intended, and when midnight came, she was still entirely paralysed, able to blink, but little else. She had been left entirely naked aside from a thin sheet on the central slab of the central room, stiff as a plank. Part of her was desperate for the tetrodotoxin to wear off, but at this point she was more annoyed at the mortuary staff ogling her naked body, eyes lingering on her breasts and other private areas, and making comments about how she was far too young to have passed away.
Unfortunately for Karina, she was not as alone as she had believed. Paying no heed to superstition, she had made the mistake of infiltrating Hartwood on All Hallow’s Eve, when the spirits of the dead were especially restless. Sensing the presence of the living, the barely corporeal ghosts of the nearby cadavers had risen, and floated with pale luminesce over Karina’s body. They sensed enough of what she was there, and in their liminal state could glean enough of her thoughts to realise she had come for their heirlooms and wealth. With their anger at this further fuelled by realisation of their death, they sought revenge on the still young, living, and beautiful woman before them. Using what physicality their forms possessed, ghostly hands reached out, tearing the thin sheet that covered Karina’s body away from her, leaving the pale, dark haired girl entirely exposed.
Karina had not expected this kind of trouble. She could move her eyelids, flit her pupils around to take in the dozen of so pale apparitions floating before her, but could not so much as twitch her fingers, let along jolt her legs away and escape the cold table she was on, She saw their eyes linger over her, taking in every inch of her frozen frame- her face, her neck, her legs, her feet, her breasts where her nipples had grown rigid from the cold air. Most of those that viewed her were elderly, men and women, although some were younger. None were happy.
One spirit reached out to her, an elderly woman, with long, overgrown fingernails. Karina saw the vengeance in the spirit’s face. She wanted to hurt Karina, to use her nails as daggers to draw blood from her flesh. The sharp points made contact with Karina’s belly, just above her navel. Yet the spirit had not enough physicality to put such pressure on the skin that it would be pierced. She raked her nails over Karina again, disappointed at first, but then noticing something else- a slight quiver of the skin, the faintest twitch of Karina’s lips. The young thief seemed… ticklish.
A fresh fear gripped Karina, as she realised what the spirit had just realised about her. Whatever the spirit had been intending to do no longer mattered, for her fingernails had just done something that in other circumstances would have made Karina bark out a peel of laughter and immediately squirm away, curl up, or push the hands away. However with the tetrodotoxin in full grip, Karina could only laugh internally, unable to offer even the smallest shred of resistance as the ghost continued to probe her sensitive stomach.
The other spirits swiftly realised this new power they had over their helpless target. Other hands joined those of the old woman- nail tips that initially aimed to hurt her now flitting over her stomach and rib cage with the intention of torturing her with tickling. And torture it was, her incredibly sensitive skin, exposed to the cold air, being incredibly ticklish, and she could not move even a millimetre. Karina’s eyes rolled backwards as more and more fingers joined, grazing her hips and neck, her collarbone and her ears. Her mouth was desperate to open, to let shrill laughter spill out, and her limbs were desperate to flail, to do something, anything, against the seemingly infinite tide of sharp, scratchy nails.
Karina was in helpless, ticklish hell, but things were about to get worse. Despite their limited ability to physically impact the tangible world, several of the spirits worked together to pry her arms upwards, over her head. One of Karina’s most ticklish spots- her horribly, horribly sensitive armpits- were now utterly exposed, and made easy targets for a renewed focus of the spirits’ angered wrath. Karina would have done anything to be able to pull her arms down in that moment, and yet could only lie back and allow those fingernails to scratch and skitter and draw patterns on her taut flesh. There was no negotiating with the ghosts, and they, of course, said nothing.
One of the more youthful spirits, that of a woman in her thirties who had died when driving under the influence, then began to focus on Karina’s breasts, ticklish the soft flesh around her nipples before then focusing on the stiff points themselves. Karina had no idea she was ticklish there, and a fresh wave of maddening torture washed over her. The spirit had a grin on her face, evidently pleased this was of inflicting revenge on the captive thief. Karina’s mouth twitched, and choked giggles began spilling out. Whether the tetrodotoxin was wearing off, or she was just too ticklish for the drug to contain her, she did not know, but hearing the forced mirth of their prisoner finally emerge only encouraged the spirits further.
It was of course inevitable that Karina’s feet would not be spared, with her heels resting on the cold table, her bare soles were entirely helpless, as were her toes that could not so much as twitch. Two of the spirits descended on her feet, taking one each- a younger man on her left, an older man on the right. They attacked in sync, their deadly fingernails scratching up her arches, around her insteps, forcing out louder and louder giggles from Karina, who despite not being able to speak, was increasingly showing she could very much laugh. It was maddening and infuriating, ticklish beyond belief. When the two spirits at her soles moved on to her toes, their nails scraping the highly sensitive skin around and between them, Karina was forced to break into full on laughter. She was desperate to scrunch her toes, to protect the ticklish stems that were on full display, but there was nothing she could do. Her helplessness was only furthered by the silence of the mortuary- silence, apart from her throaty, helpless laughter that rang across the cold stone walls. Karina almost wished the spirits could talk, that they might give some indication that her punishment had an endpoint, but without that it seemed eternal.
Armpits, breasts, neck, stomach, hips, feet- it seems the ticklish thief’s entire body was being titillated to a point of no return. Her mind was almost entirely consumed by her ticklishness, a process so encompassing that the only other sensations she could feel were a vague arousal from the nipple torture, and an increasing sense she might be about to pee and that she probably wouldn’t have control over that.
Time lost meaning, in the dark, sunless room. Her skin was on fire, yet frozen like ice, her throat was hoarse from laughing. The spirits showed no mercy- perhaps they knew their time would be over in the morning, and so they desperately sought to continue having some fun with the living world, even if that was to Karina’s endless ticklish suffering...
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Meow.
Let me know your thoughts!
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It had meant to be an easy heist, and at first, it had been. With the right contacts, tetrodotoxin had been easy to acquire, and Karina had soon taken on all the visible symptoms of death- her breath and heart rate essentially undetectable, her body gripped by a paralysis that easily passed for rigour mortis. This had been her ticket into Hartwood Mortuary, the choicest morgue in town for the city’s wealthiest residents. Her contact had told her that within the fortified morgue, where the dead were still being processed, their fineries and trinkets would be easily accessed. For Karina, she pictured the most ornate jewellery- gold and diamonds, silver, and rubies, sapphires, emeralds, all the panoply of wealth that had yet to pass on from the deceased and into the hands of their living relatives.
The tetrodotoxin was supposed to wear off after a few hours, when the morgue staff had left, and Karina would then have free reign to plunder the facility. Instead, she had taken a far stronger dose than intended, and when midnight came, she was still entirely paralysed, able to blink, but little else. She had been left entirely naked aside from a thin sheet on the central slab of the central room, stiff as a plank. Part of her was desperate for the tetrodotoxin to wear off, but at this point she was more annoyed at the mortuary staff ogling her naked body, eyes lingering on her breasts and other private areas, and making comments about how she was far too young to have passed away.
Unfortunately for Karina, she was not as alone as she had believed. Paying no heed to superstition, she had made the mistake of infiltrating Hartwood on All Hallow’s Eve, when the spirits of the dead were especially restless. Sensing the presence of the living, the barely corporeal ghosts of the nearby cadavers had risen, and floated with pale luminesce over Karina’s body. They sensed enough of what she was there, and in their liminal state could glean enough of her thoughts to realise she had come for their heirlooms and wealth. With their anger at this further fuelled by realisation of their death, they sought revenge on the still young, living, and beautiful woman before them. Using what physicality their forms possessed, ghostly hands reached out, tearing the thin sheet that covered Karina’s body away from her, leaving the pale, dark haired girl entirely exposed.
Karina had not expected this kind of trouble. She could move her eyelids, flit her pupils around to take in the dozen of so pale apparitions floating before her, but could not so much as twitch her fingers, let along jolt her legs away and escape the cold table she was on, She saw their eyes linger over her, taking in every inch of her frozen frame- her face, her neck, her legs, her feet, her breasts where her nipples had grown rigid from the cold air. Most of those that viewed her were elderly, men and women, although some were younger. None were happy.
One spirit reached out to her, an elderly woman, with long, overgrown fingernails. Karina saw the vengeance in the spirit’s face. She wanted to hurt Karina, to use her nails as daggers to draw blood from her flesh. The sharp points made contact with Karina’s belly, just above her navel. Yet the spirit had not enough physicality to put such pressure on the skin that it would be pierced. She raked her nails over Karina again, disappointed at first, but then noticing something else- a slight quiver of the skin, the faintest twitch of Karina’s lips. The young thief seemed… ticklish.
A fresh fear gripped Karina, as she realised what the spirit had just realised about her. Whatever the spirit had been intending to do no longer mattered, for her fingernails had just done something that in other circumstances would have made Karina bark out a peel of laughter and immediately squirm away, curl up, or push the hands away. However with the tetrodotoxin in full grip, Karina could only laugh internally, unable to offer even the smallest shred of resistance as the ghost continued to probe her sensitive stomach.
The other spirits swiftly realised this new power they had over their helpless target. Other hands joined those of the old woman- nail tips that initially aimed to hurt her now flitting over her stomach and rib cage with the intention of torturing her with tickling. And torture it was, her incredibly sensitive skin, exposed to the cold air, being incredibly ticklish, and she could not move even a millimetre. Karina’s eyes rolled backwards as more and more fingers joined, grazing her hips and neck, her collarbone and her ears. Her mouth was desperate to open, to let shrill laughter spill out, and her limbs were desperate to flail, to do something, anything, against the seemingly infinite tide of sharp, scratchy nails.
Karina was in helpless, ticklish hell, but things were about to get worse. Despite their limited ability to physically impact the tangible world, several of the spirits worked together to pry her arms upwards, over her head. One of Karina’s most ticklish spots- her horribly, horribly sensitive armpits- were now utterly exposed, and made easy targets for a renewed focus of the spirits’ angered wrath. Karina would have done anything to be able to pull her arms down in that moment, and yet could only lie back and allow those fingernails to scratch and skitter and draw patterns on her taut flesh. There was no negotiating with the ghosts, and they, of course, said nothing.
One of the more youthful spirits, that of a woman in her thirties who had died when driving under the influence, then began to focus on Karina’s breasts, ticklish the soft flesh around her nipples before then focusing on the stiff points themselves. Karina had no idea she was ticklish there, and a fresh wave of maddening torture washed over her. The spirit had a grin on her face, evidently pleased this was of inflicting revenge on the captive thief. Karina’s mouth twitched, and choked giggles began spilling out. Whether the tetrodotoxin was wearing off, or she was just too ticklish for the drug to contain her, she did not know, but hearing the forced mirth of their prisoner finally emerge only encouraged the spirits further.
It was of course inevitable that Karina’s feet would not be spared, with her heels resting on the cold table, her bare soles were entirely helpless, as were her toes that could not so much as twitch. Two of the spirits descended on her feet, taking one each- a younger man on her left, an older man on the right. They attacked in sync, their deadly fingernails scratching up her arches, around her insteps, forcing out louder and louder giggles from Karina, who despite not being able to speak, was increasingly showing she could very much laugh. It was maddening and infuriating, ticklish beyond belief. When the two spirits at her soles moved on to her toes, their nails scraping the highly sensitive skin around and between them, Karina was forced to break into full on laughter. She was desperate to scrunch her toes, to protect the ticklish stems that were on full display, but there was nothing she could do. Her helplessness was only furthered by the silence of the mortuary- silence, apart from her throaty, helpless laughter that rang across the cold stone walls. Karina almost wished the spirits could talk, that they might give some indication that her punishment had an endpoint, but without that it seemed eternal.
Armpits, breasts, neck, stomach, hips, feet- it seems the ticklish thief’s entire body was being titillated to a point of no return. Her mind was almost entirely consumed by her ticklishness, a process so encompassing that the only other sensations she could feel were a vague arousal from the nipple torture, and an increasing sense she might be about to pee and that she probably wouldn’t have control over that.
Time lost meaning, in the dark, sunless room. Her skin was on fire, yet frozen like ice, her throat was hoarse from laughing. The spirits showed no mercy- perhaps they knew their time would be over in the morning, and so they desperately sought to continue having some fun with the living world, even if that was to Karina’s endless ticklish suffering...
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Meow.
