The Smoker deployed its tongue against Zoey, pinning her arms against the floor
and above her head, as the rest of the Horde moved on to find more survivors
and most likely tickle them. Zoey was trembling as the Smoker begun to slowly
unzip her jacket with scary precision. Once unzipped, the Smoker proceeded
to lift up her undershirt, while letting out an irritable high pitch scream.
The grip from the Smoker's tongue on Zoey's arms tightened as her smooth belly
became visible. Zoey was still trembling and was trying to free herself from the
Smoker and went into overdrive as the Smoker placed his disgusting, mutated,
left hand on her belly. The Smoker rubbed her belly, all though the friction between
felt unbearable, she was still giggling.
In her giggling fit, she was unable to see and prepare for what was coming.
The Smoker put his index finger into her belly button, and wiggled it around,
scraping its rotten nail against the bottom, and pushing it down. Zoey bursted
out into an uncontrollable laughing fit, squirming around and lifting her hips off
of the ground.
Zoey knew she had to break free of the Smoker, she knew that once he
had finished tickling her, he would kill her. But at the same time,
she was too powerless to try anything. It was all dependent on what the Smoker
was going to do.
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