as the hooded figure leaves the room, the noctowl picks up the feather the cloaked being left behind in his claw. he stares at the feather, as if to admire at. "i will do this only to please my master," it whispered. you wiggle around in your X-shaped restraints. he takes the feather and skillfully rolls it around your belly. as you laugh and giggle, the noctowl continues to roll the feather all around your belly fur in unexpected patterns, like an artist painting a mural. he watches with a contented bird-smile" hahahahaaaahaha pleeesahahastohohohohahahahp!!" to which your tormentor simply replies," and why would I do that?" he finally gives your belly a break, and instead begins his work on your forepits. your laughter increases as he whisks the feather all over your pits, giving you unendurable waves of laughter and ticklishness, raising you to new heights you had never thought you would reach. he finally gives you and him a break. he wipes sweat off of his forehead, as if exhausted himself. you cease laughing and downgrading it to small bouts of giggling. when will this strange torture ever stop?
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