Misty smirked, watching you squirm and thrash under her relentless tickling. "You’re moving way too much," she teased, tapping her chin in mock contemplation. "I think I need to make sure you stay still."
Before you could protest, Misty spotted a length of rope nearby—likely used for pool equipment. "Perfect!" she exclaimed, grabbing it with a mischievous grin.
"Wait, Misty! What are you doing?!" you stammered, already panicking.
"Relax," she said with a sly giggle, gently pulling your arms above your head. With surprising skill, she tied your wrists together and secured them to a sturdy support pole nearby. "There! Now you can’t escape!"
"Misty, this is crazy! Let me go!" you protested, your voice filled with panic.
"No way! This is too much fun," she teased, her laughter blending with yours as her fingers immediately returned to your armpits.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEHEASE, MISTY! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!" you howled, your entire body trembling under her relentless attack.
After a moment, she paused, letting you catch your breath. "You know, I think I can make this even better," she said, rummaging through her bag. From within, she pulled out a soft feather and a vibrating toothbrush.
Your eyes widened in horror. "Misty, please, you don’t have to—"
Before you could finish, she began dragging the feather slowly up and down your sensitive hollows, alternating between the light flicks of the feather and the vibrating bristles of the toothbrush.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA! NOT THAHAHAHAHAHT! IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T TAKE IHIHIHIHIHIT!" you screamed, tears streaming down your cheeks as you thrashed helplessly.
Misty laughed, clearly enjoying herself. "Wow, you’re so ticklish! I wonder if you can survive just a little longer?" she teased, switching between tools to keep you guessing.
"Please! No more!" you begged, your voice hoarse from the constant laughter.
"Aw, don’t be such a baby!" Misty teased, giving you a playful wink. "This is supposed to help you conquer your tickle phobia, remember?"
Finally, she paused, letting you gasp for air. Her mischievous grin didn’t fade, though. "Okay, I’ll give you a little break, but I’m not done with you yet!"
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