Petite_Tickles
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She loved her life. It was great to be her. She was unstoppable, if she were quite honest with her self. So who was this particular she, you'd ask? Nobody really knew, and that was part of the reason why she was unstoppable. The best part was, those she ravaged, while they would live to tell the tale, would never really tell, because they were never certain if they liked what she did to them, and made them want. And that was how she liked her girls. Oh yes, she definitely liked girls. They were delicious.
She was once lowly Helena George. Lowly, because, while she was pretty, with her short golden hair, big hazel eyes, a button nose, and that lovely smile of hers that could light up the room when she walked in, she was...for lack of a better word, empty. Her life felt meaningless. She took what she wanted, had all that a girl could possibly want or need, but it was insufficient. Something was missing in her life.
Until the night of the accident at STAR Labs.
Everything changed. Suddenly she had...a hunger. No, it wasn't something new, really, but it was amplified. Brought right up to the forefront of her mind, it became all she could see. And she knew exactly what she needed to sate the hunger. She found she had some extraordinary new gifts that helped her evade notice, and to spirit away her chosen victims. Victims weren't really the right term. The blessed chosen, perhaps? It was probably a matter of opinion. But whatever it was, Helena finally found what she had been missing. She was a little deviant with a taste for laughter and pleasure, and she was a greedy little bitch, and no, she was not going to apologize for it.
It's a French thing. Don't ask.
She was getting hungry again, and she had her sights set on some new conquests tonight.
Tonight, The Cat will strike.
For all the advancements of modern technology, Felicity Smoak was amazed at how many things still required a hand-delivery. That was why she was on a night train to Central City. At least she could check in on Barry, Caitlyn and Cisco while she was there, and her trip won't be a complete bore. That lot was always up to something. Trouble had a way of finding them, not that that was a good thing, but Felicity liked that she'd be able to make herself useful to these people. They were good folk. Now Professor Wells...that one she wasn't quite sure about. It was hard to gauge that man, but she didn't get good feelings from him.
The shapely blonde adjusted her glasses and continued reading from her tab when she heard a familiar, high-pitched voice, “Felicity?”
She hadn't expected to hear a voice, in all honesty. When she'd entered this particular wagon, it had been empty. Then again, Felicity Smoak didn't wear glasses just for show. Turning in her seat to look behind her, she smiled in relief, albeit with mild surprise, seeing as it was none other than Caitlyn Snow.
“Caitlyn, hey,” said Felicity, “Were you here this whole time?”
“No, I was in the other cabin,” replied Caitlyn, “so I thought I'd check out the others to see if there was anyone else.”
“Wait, you were in Star City?” asked Felicity.
Caitlyn nodded, “Was a quick in-and-out. Professor Wells needed some work done, and he didn't trust the people on the other end to get it done right, so he sent me.”
“Bummer,” said Felicity, “being a personal gopher.”
Caitlyn grinned, then sat down in the chair across from the blonde hacker, “What about you? Why're you headed for Central City?”
Felicity lifted up a thick, sealed envelope and plopped it back down, “Queen family errand. Not something anyone trusted just anybody to hand-deliver, so, I'm it.”
The auburn-haired scientist laughed, “So we're both gophers today.”
“Ye-ep!” Felicity popped out the last part of her response, then gripped the armrest of her chair when the train lurched to a stop, “Hey, what....?”
Caitlyn was pressed back against her chair, then she looked around in confusion, “Something's wrong. The train's completely stopped.”
“You know,” said Felicity, “I'm starting to wish I had asked Oliver for his personal helicopter to travel.”
Caitlyn gave the blonde a knowing look. How many incidents had they experienced involving Barry and the trains around here? Maybe this rail had not yet been properly repaired after the last incident, or maybe there was another villain on the loose, the reasons were so numerous it hurt to think of them all. Slowly rising up, both women cautiously exited the relative shelter of their seats, and glanced furtively through the windows looking for signs of trouble. The nearest door hissed open, and the two jumped, Felicity protectively putting her left arm out to block and cover Caitlyn, and a moment later, the young woman felt nothing else as blackness strangely overcame her.
Caitlyn was the first to awaken, and she felt very uncomfortable. She quickly realized a number of things: She couldn't see, and the tightly bound cloth around her eyes probably had something to do with that. Secondly, when she woke up, she tried to rub her eyes, which made her instantaneously aware of the fact that her arms were bound at the wrists and over her head, to something, probably a winch or hook. She had been tied up while unconscious, and had slept on for some time suspended, not the most comfortable way to rest, honestly. Her legs couldn't move, as they were similarly bound at the ankles, but while her wrists were tied together, her legs were spread apart, making it impossible to pull them together. This immediately brought something to her attention that caused her cheeks to flush furiously. As she tested her bonds, she suddenly felt something gently bump her back.
“Not yet...please...” Felicity whined in a half-asleep state. Caitlyn started and twisted her head around futilely, considering that she couldn't see.
“Felicity? Felicity.” Caitlyn called softly, uncertain if anybody was watching. “Wake up,” she leaned as far forward as she could, then leaned back, gently but firmly bumping into her friend, “Felicity, wake up!”
“G-aaah! I'm up I'm up!” The blonde started and shook the chains, which told Caitlyn that the two of them were probably bound to the same hook holding their ropes. “Okay, who turned out the lights?”
“I think it's the blindfold,” said Caitlyn.
“Why am I tied up? Where are we?” Felicity's voice had a slight falter in them, “This is uncomfortable...”
“Yeah,” said Caitlyn, “and sorry, no idea where we are, I can't see.”
“Incidentally,” said Felicity, “Do you have all your clothes on?”
Caitlyn bit her lip. “Uhm...why do you ask?”
“Well...I think my top's been removed. How about you?”
The way Felicity just so casually brought it up made Caitlyn almost laugh. “Uh...I'm pretty certain I had pants on earlier. You still got uhm...everything else?”
Felicity was silent for a moment, as if trying to blindly gauge how much attire was left on her, “Yeah, I think I still have my underwear on.”
That was kind of strange to Caitlyn, because she was definitely feeling bare from the waist down. But she had her bra still on, whilst it seemed to be the opposite for her friend.
“Heh, you're both so adorable.” said a foreign female voice, which held a slight accent.
“Who's there?” Felicity demanded nervously, while Caitlyn just looked around futilely again.
“Hrmmm,” Helena purred, “a little Cat, and her toys.”
“Yeah?” said Felicity, “You should know, I have friends, who can find us anywhere. In fact I'm willing to bet if I count down to five, you're going to be in a world of hurt.”
“You mean your precious Arrow? Oliver Queen?” Helena gently ran a nail from the left side of Felicity's jawline to the other.
“H-how did...? I mean, what are you t-talking about?” Felicity had been unsettled by how surely her unseen adversary deciphered the secret she kept.
“Oh not to worry. He's all right, but he's not going to be looking for you. Not yet.” Helena licked her lips. She would start soon. Looking at Felicity's bare breasts, those smooth underarms, her precious ribs and that inviting navel, it was taking all her self-control not to just dive right in. She leaned in and inhaled the young woman's essence, sniffing in audibly. “Mmmmh...lovely!”
“Look, what do you want?” demanded Caitlyn, “just stop playing games.”
The scientist gasped when she felt a slender but strong hand grip her by the chin and yank her head forward, “Now now, sweetie, don't tell the Cat not to play with her food. She does what she wants. And she doesn't need to explain anything to you.” She tilted Caitlyn's head left-to-right as she said the last few words of her sentence.
“Oh and before you even bother,” said Helena, “no, The Flash, Barry? He's not coming either. Nobody knows you're here, and nobody will.”
The petite blonde short-haired girl grinned wickedly at the look of shock on Caitlyn's and Felicity's faces. But when you had keen senses like Helena, you learn to identify people by scent, and even with all that costume, neither Oliver nor Barry could mask their scent.
There was little need to dawdle any longer, and frankly, Helena couldn't wait to get started anyhow. She ran nail from Felicity's left elbow, slowly drawing it across worried, quivering skin, reaching her desired target, the smooth, silky hollows of the blonde hacker's underarms. “YIP! Wh-what are you...?!?”
At the yip, Felicity had also jumped, and surprised Caitlyn so much, the other young woman had lurched forward in a defensive reflex. “Felicity?” said Caitlyn, nervous. “What's happening?”
What was happening was Helena using just one nail on her right hand to mischievously scratch and scribble in a controlled and light manner over the surface of Felicity's left underarm, which elicited strangled gasps of stifled laughter while the blonde struggled and shook vainly to bring her arms down, this only made Helena smile more, and then she brought the index finger of her left hand into play, and dug into Felicity's right underarm.
“HEHEHEHEHEHE!” The hacker couldn't resist giggling madly, and she shook and tugged against her bonds harder than ever, forcing Caitlyn backwards uncomfortably. “St-stop it!”
“Felicity!” Helena gave Caitlyn a sympathetic look. The scientist was beyond bewildered no doubt, as to why her friend was tittering like a little girl and struggling. But she figured the young woman would wise up soon enough.
“AHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Felicity suddenly screamed with laughter when Helena, without warning dug into the tender area between the topmost part of her ribcage and her underarms, kneading the flesh with all five fingers of both hands, on either side of her. She was shaking her head violently as she pulled against her bonds so desperately now.
“Mmmh, oh so delicious! I love it!” Helena leaned in and licked the side of Felicity's face, and the hacker gasped as she felt a rather strange tongue. It wasn't human. This part always surprised Helena's victims. Though the girl was curious how they instinctively knew this. As if people licked one another often. But whatever the reason, it would always help clue them in that there was something strange going on. “I'll come back to you soon, pretty one.”
“What do you want?!?” Caitlyn demanded again as she gazed blindly about, her lips pursed tightly together into an angry line. “Leave Felicity al...al-lo....wh-sto-ho-ho-hop that!”
Helena had walked around to examine Caitlyn. She had stripped this one of all her clothing save for her bra, the opposite of Felicity, who only had her pink panties left. She wanted to dive right in for this woman's kill spot right away, but did her best to pace herself. Instead, she began to dance her fingers over Caitlyn's belly, which began to quiver and the scientist squirmed desperately, but Helena's experienced fingers danced their merry jig, slowly homing in on her navel.
“N-n-noo! No! St-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Helena's eyes widened at Caitlyn's reaction to her touches. She was thrashing more violently than Felicity did, and was rattling the poor hacker around, who had a sympathetic look on her face, as she obviously understood what her friend was going through. Helena loved this part, when they realized that they weren't wanted by the Cat for information or anything of the usual sinister reasons. Instead, they were just tickle toys. As her fingers neared the intended target, she suddenly lifted her assault on Caitlyn, allowing the scientist to catch her breath. The gentle, yet desperate heaving of her breasts was having an effect on Helena, who suddenly thought maybe she ought to just remove the last remaining articles of clothing from her captives. It wasn't like she wasn't going to tickle them there anyhow. But no, control, she silently reminded herself. Control. She needed to keep her cool so that she wouldn't lose these two too fast. They were her best "meal" so far, and she wanted to savour them.
And then, after a moment, she sent one naughty finger into Caitlyn's navel, wriggling freely, while Helena wore a satisfied smirk, “WAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! NOOOO!”
Caitlyn leaned forward, sucking in her stomach and was jumping, almost pulling Felicity right off the ground, who yelped in alarm, “HEY LEAVE KATE ALONE!”
Helena tickled Caitlyn some more while looking over at Felicity, and after another few seconds of continuous torment, she said, “Okay.”
Caitlyn gratefully swallowed gulps of air once the tickling stopped and she was able to stop her own giggling from the aftereffects of the sensations. Helena ran her fingers gently across Felicity's jawline again, and the girl gulped nervously, “Look, j-just let us go, please. We'll...we'll keep this a secret. But let us go.”
“Oh you'll keep it a secret, that's for sure,” said Helena, “as for letting you go. We'll see...”
The hacker's long blonde hair began whipping about as she shook her head again, clenching her eyes so tightly, it was evident even through the blindfold as Helena jumped right in, running her fingers along her underarms again, but this time, drawing them down, along her ribs, pausing to knead them, which caused the young woman to explode in laughter, and then she gasped, and giggled nervously, as she felt fingers warningly drifting along the undersides of her breasts, sharp nails began to oh-so-softly scratch at the shapely flesh. “H-HEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Felicity's pitch rose much higher, causing Caitlyn to look up in surprise. Helena supposed the scientist was wondering just want indignities Felicity was being subjected to that she could do nothing but giggle and laugh helplessly. Interjected with “NO!” and “PLEASE!” every so often between bouts of giggling and laughter, Helena ignorantly progressed on her victim's breasts, occasionally giving them a squeeze, before going back to dancing her devious fingers, now circling the external sections of her areolas. “Please...don't!” Felicity begged.
“Don't what?” Helena asked curiously. She was grinning like a cheshire cat now.
“Tickle my nipples.”
It probably took Felicity and maybe even Caitlyn a second or two to realize just how badly the hacker had worded that, but it was far too late now. Helena didn't even respond, but simply entrapped the swollen nipples of Felicity Smoak between her thumbs and middle fingers, while she used her index fingers to merrily flick away at the dark skin. Felicity's reaction was akin to dumping a mentos into a Coca-Cola drink. “AAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
She threw her head back and had nearly slammed Caitlyn's, who narrowly avoided the unintentional headbutt only because she happened to lean her own head forward and began yelling angrily at Helena, “STOP IT! STOP TORTURING HER! THAT'S ENOUGH!”
Helena couldn't stand it, her own desire and lust was rising, and she released Felicity's right nipple, then dove in with her own mouth, latching on to the plentiful breast, trapping the nipple with her teeth, and licking it with her tongue, while her other hand worked the woman's left breast. Felicity screamed and screamed with laughter, eventually falling to silent laughter as she struggled to get more air in. Helena suspected the woman never realized just how sensitive her breasts were. Abandoning the torment of her breasts reluctantly, Helena gave her ten seconds to catch her breath, then dove in for her sides, her thumbs reaching for the hip joints just above the waist of her panties. She didn't tickle hard enough to make the woman scream, but enough to keep her in a giggling fit. She kept this up, occasionally shifting to the underarms, briefly back to her breasts, then the tummy, and her pretty little belly button, and then back again, randomly changing without warning and at different points in time. Eventually, it seemed like it was too much for Felicity, and her head slumped forward as weariness took over.
“Aww...” Helena sounded disappointed, “...I was hoping she would last longer.”
“Oh my God...” Caitlyn feared the worst.
“Oh don't worry, she's just fainted. Your turn now.”
Helena removed Felicity from the winch, but left her still bound by the wrists and ankles. Now with just Caitlyn suspended by herself, Helena reached for the back of the woman's bra, and with a firm tug, snapped the bra off, leaving Caitlyn completely naked. She attacked the scientist from behind, kneading her ribs with her hands firmly, and she screeched. “AIEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAAAP!”
“No.” said Helena, “I don't think I will. I like this too much. And frankly, so did Felicity, and so do you.”
Her fingers dug and kneaded all the way down to her sides, and the auburn-haired young woman desperately twisted left and right, trying to throw off Helena's hands even for just a few seconds, but the girl was relentless, following every turn of her body so that the ticklish assault did not let up for even a moment, then Helena guided her hands around the woman's waist, before slowly going lower, and lower. Caitlyn seemed to sense where the hands were going, because she began trying to crush her knees together, but with her ankles tied and split so far apart, it was just impossible. “Pleehehehehehease!” She pleaded desperately, tears slipping out through the blindfold between her helpless giggles, because Helena maintained such light scratching, driving her victim mad with anticipation.
Her body twisted left to right, left to right, as the hands got lower, and lower, until it was just reaching the top of the slit of Caitlyn's labia. And Helena paused, smiling. She froze, and so did Caitlyn, who was waiting for the inevitable. She loved this part.
Moving her left arm about, Helena brought it under Caitlyn's legs, while her right hand remained poised just above the scientist's womanhood, and then the left hand started tickling the underside of Caitlyn's labia, while the right hand tickled from up top. Just as Felicity was impossibly ticklish on her breasts, Caitlyn had to have the most ticklish pussy ever. Helena briefly wondered if even sex tickled for this woman. She'd bet Ronnie would have fun with that. Oh Helena knew all of the two women's friends and associates. She'd skirted on the outside of many significant people's lives, enough to know the names, but not enough to be known by them in change. In any case, Caitlyn began bucking like a mad bull, and screaming like a banshee, that Helena decided she ought to invest in some good earplugs for next time. Many girls never realize the volumes they were capable of when sufficiently inspired. Hmm, that was something to consider when she went after Laurel Lance next time.
“GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAAAAAAHHH!!!”
“My goodness, Caitlyn, keep it down,” said Helena, grinning, “you'll wake the neighbours AND the dead.”
She kept expecting the scientist's laughter to eventually become intermixed with moans of pleasure, as all her other victims usually do, but Caitlyn just kept screaming with laughter, howling, pleading, and laugh-screaming some more, shaking her head, crying, her lips cracked open as wide as it could go, and her face so contorted by tortured laughter, it actually surprised Helena. She kept up her assault for a few more minutes, and finally, very reluctantly, stopped. She was worried that Caitlyn actually could not derive pleasure from being tickled in such a tender and sexual spot. It would be somewhat detrimental to the deviant tormentor. She needed the women to reach great heights of pleasure too, and to climax. But they way she went at Caitlyn, she ought to have had two to three orgasms in a row by then. As Caitlyn's laughter slowly died down, the girl was starting to slump forward in exhaustion, when she reared up and howled with laughter once more, as Helena dove for her inner thighs, tickling them by gently kneading the flesh, and in between, she would occasionally, tickle those superhumanly ticklish folds of her womanhood, causing the scientist to shriek in between laughs.
“Well this is unusual,” said Helena, “but it's fine. I can adapt.”
That was the last thing Caitlyn heard before passing out.
“Uhnnn...” Felicity moaned softly, and Helena lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Oh yay!”
“Oh no!”
“Don't worry, the heavenly experience is not over yet, luv,” said Helena, touching the tip of Felicity's nose.
“Please, you've had your fun, let us go, please!” Felicity pleaded desperately as she struggled weakly against her bonds.
“Sweetheart,” said Helena, a tone of incredulity in her voice, “I've only just started, the night's still very young.”
Lifting Felicity from the ground with surprising strength, the young woman yelped as she felt herself being hoisted, and carried somewhere enthusiastically. She was soon placed against a bed frame that was suspended at a ninety-degree angle, with her arms over her head once more, and her ankles firmly secured apart. “I didn't play with your feet earlier.”
“Yes, thank you, I'd like it to stay that way, please.”
“Haha, you're funny!” Helena grabbed Felicity's right foot, and started licking it thirstily. The raspy tongue was torturous on her soft, tender skin.
“EEEYAAAHAHAHAHAHA!”
She alternated between Felicity's feet, sometimes scratching at the soles with her nails, or licking at it with her cat-like tongue. But after a while, she started moving up, tickling the knees, which made the hacker hop and jump on the bed in a cute manner. Helena's journey was locked on to what lay beneath those pink panties. She started scratching lightly on the tops of her thighs, then worked her way into her inner thighs, which elicited a strong response from Felicity. The poor woman was laughing and screaming so much, her voice was going hoarse, when Helena let up and brought over a drink with a straw. “Drink, it's water.”
She had to threaten tickling her nipples again to get Felicity to cooperate.
After a few grateful sips, Helena gave the woman a minute, and then attacked again without warning, starting from the belly button down. Like with Caitlyn, Felicity eventually figured out where Helena's final destination was, and her laughter and giggling gave way to nervous occasional giggles and more tense gasps of anticipation. Helena's own lust was growing to a point that she could no longer tease and taunt her victims any more either, so when her fingers grazed the waistline of the panties, she jumped, placed her fingers on one side of the labia, and her thumb on the other, and she began to rapidly squeeze tickle Felicity there. The blonde hacker whooped and howled with laughter. Helena used her index finger nail to scratch on the slit of her labia through the panties. Felicity was ticklish there all right, but her movements and struggled signalled Helena that she was reaching heights of pleasure. To intensify and speed things up, she began to tickle her nipples again, causing Felicity to burst out into hysterics and crying tears of laughter. In between, the much needed moans gave Helena what she wanted, and she helped finish the woman off in an explosive orgasm.
“Thank you,” said Helena and she kissed Felicity happily. Then without warning, she attacked the woman's breasts, nipples and underarms again. More ticklish than before, Felicity wailed and buckled against her restraints desperately, until a second round of pussy-tickling finally knocked her out.
Tickling Caitlyn awake, an excited Helena began experimenting on different ways to tickle the scientist's labia, trying to find a way to derive pleasure from her. Scratching at it with her fingers tickled the worst, evidently, but it only tickled and tickled. She tried squeezing, like she did with Felicity, and that showed promise, also causing Caitlyn to almost successfully leap out of her restraining hook. Finally, Helena resorted to settling into a chair, planting her face on the labia and licking at it with her tongue, while her hands busily explored Caitlyn's entire upperbody, her underarms, her breasts and nipples, ribs, sides and tummy, then back to her nipples, which, when coinciding with the lickling, finally achieved what Helena wanted, and the woman gave in to her pleasure and orgasmed, multiple times, because Helena wouldn't let up, until she too passed out for the second time. Each time they woke up, Helena would work them over until they passed out, with increasing focus on tickling their private areas and breasts.
Felicity awoke with a start, and looked around. She was back in the train, fully clothed save for her bra; Caitlyn was slumbering in her seat across from her, and the train was moving. “Cait? Caitlyn!” She bent forward and shook her friend gently.
“NO NO MORE!” Caitlyn shot up and almost headbutted Felicity, “FELICITY!”
“It's okay, it's okay!” The blonde pushed her friend back into her seat. “Are you all right?”
“A little thirsty,” said Caitlyn, and she felt around her waist, her long black pants was on, but her nipples poked through her blouse, “I think my bra and panties are missing.”
“Mine too...” Felicity glanced around nervously, “...that really happened, didn't it?”
Caitlyn just looked at her friend wide-eyed, then picked up Felicity's tab and looked at it, “It's like we never left. The time is still the same, give or take a minute or two.”
They rode on in silence, not certain what to say of the experience, until they reached Central City, where Felicity turned to Caitlyn and said, “I suppose it'd be best if we kept this between the two of us. Forever.”
“Yeah...” Caitlyn's eyes darted around uncertainly, “...who'd believe us anyway.”
Felicity was thinking more about the embarrassment of the details than getting someone to believe her.
A few days later, Felicity had since returned to Star City, and Caitlyn did her best to put the experience out of her mind when Barry zipped up from nowhere and poked her in the sides. “YAAAAAAHHHH!!!”
Barry leapt a mile back, while Cisco and Harrison Wells looked up from wherever they were in mild concern.
“I swear,” said Barry, “All I did was...”
“...it's okay,” said Caitlyn, “I was just surprised.”
“Heck of a reaction,” said Cisco, “hate to see what happens if...”
“Guys,” said Joe West, walking in, arm protectively around a petite girl with short blond hair, a cute button nose and a thousand-watt smile, “sorry to interrupt. This is Helena George, from Star City, she said she needs our help.”
“Hi,” Helena waved happily at everyone, while Caitlyn whirled about at the sound of the girl's voice.
It was her!
THE END?
