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Rated: E · Interactive · Action/Adventure · #2154052
You have to survive in a post tickle apocalyptic wasteland
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Chapter #5

A mature woman breaks open the door

    by: GreninjaWritez Author IconMail Icon
Just as my loud plea cries out my door gets broken into by a gorgeous woman. She exuded a mature energy, she wore a green cardigan and blue jeans while wearing simple black heels, her hair was slightly curled and a light brown colour and her smile showed innocent kindness of that of a mother. The bumblebee had long left as it was now just me on the driver's seat, facing this stunning woman, of course I quickly got out of the warm trance this tickle obsessed siren wanted me in but it was too late.

"Ara, Ara. I am glad I decided to leave my nephew from tickling, I have found a beautiful new victims to lay my nails on." I was about to run but I could feel the tip of her manicured nails laying on my bare stomach, all I could do was just gulp in despair. "~Tickle, tickle~ you have such a soft tummy." In an instant I tried to squirm away but the seatbelt of the car that I foolishly put on for safety, what was I thinking. "NOHOHOHO!! IHIHIHITS SOHOHOHO BAHAHAD!!" I laugh out unable to contain my laughter. I turn my gaze to the woman who just chuckled with that warm mother-like gaze she had to distract me earlier, this time she had the look like she was tickling her own child.

"Ara, Ara. You are so cute. I'm sure my little sister loves you, she just love tickling cute guy's tummies like yours. As for me..." she stopped spidering her nails on my stomach with me gulping desperately for a gulp of air, glad she didn't target my ultra ticklish navel but still fearing knowing that this wasn't the end. The woman took off my shoes and socks allowing the cold air to hit my feet knowing what will happen next, "The feet are a personal favourite to tickle.". Just like that the mature woman raked her manicured nails scrape down my slightly pink soles which caused me to boom in laughter, "OHOHOHOHO GOHOHOHOHOD NOHOHOHO!! STOHOHOP IHIHIHIT WOHOHOHOMAN!!" I screamed out. Despite my pleas the woman just continued to have her way with my soles as I try to get out of the seatbelt, only to find it jammed.

"Your soles remind me of my husband's; pink, long and uber ticklish. It is a same he escaped me, well I am not letting you escape me, I am not being stuck with my nephew with soles that are barely ticklish." she spoke out continuing to torture my thrashing feet. No matter how much and squirmed and curled my toes it just wouldn't end, she just tickled, and tickled, and tickled me until I was tearing up and things were fading. "PLEHEHEHEHEEHASE! STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT!!" I squealed out as my final plea to this stunning siren before finally fainting due to exhaustion from the woman's tickling torture on my sensitive soles.

I woke up finding myself waking up in stocks with my arms hanging up in the air in a dimly lit room, I was trapped in nothing but my underwear. I tried thrashing about to no avail, then surveyed the room, next to me was a red haired guy unconsious, he looked younger, maybe a guy fresh out of high school, that must be the aunt's nephew. "~Ara, Ara~" in an instant my air choked up, it seemed my captor, the mature woman arrived, but not alone. Next to her was a slightly younger but still mature woman, she was a redhead in a white shirt and black jeans, she was a businesswoman with piercing eyes, she whispered something to her sister. I look at the young man, must of been torture, being stuck in stocks with his mother and aunt torturing him and it looked like you were joining him. The professional looking woman came up and poked my navel. "AIIIEEEEEEE!!!" I shrieked out in response which really satisfied her greatly. "Oooh! Sissy you got a good one, He looks to have a very ticklish tummy, I can't wait to have fun with him." the redhead said, "He will be a great source of fun for us." the redhead's sister said grabbing a fiendish looking feather duster. It looked like you will face the mature sisters ticklish wrath for the rest of time.

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