"Hehehe...HAhaha...AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. HEEEEEEEEEEEELPHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. SHUT...IT...OFFHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. OH GOD THAT TICKLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLES ON MY FEEHEEHEETHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" laughed Kelly. "Good girl, Kelly. Keep laughing for us, my dear" you smile. "Doesn't it feel nice to laugh instead of all that fussing and screaming before?" smiled the nurse. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAFUCKYOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. THIS IS TORTURE, LEMME GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA. *GASP* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. NOT THE TOES, NOT THE TOES, WUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. I HATE THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS SO MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHUHUHUHUHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCH. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMYFEETMYFEETMYFEET" howled Kelly. "Yes, your feet are ticklish. This is quite a reaction" you smile as you note down all of Kelly's reactions to the stimuli on her feet so far. "Shh, it's alright sweetheart. It'll be over soon, I promise" smiled the nurse as she stroked Kelly's hair. "STA-HA-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP TICKLING MY FEET. OH MY GOD, IT'S SO TICKLISH, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. *GASP* NOT BETWEEN MY TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOES. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. I'LL BEHAVE, I'LL BE A GOOD GIRL, NO MORE TICKLLLLLLLLLLLLLESHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. STOP TICKLING ME YOU STUPID MACHINE. WOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" screamed Kelly as a brush scrubbed between her restrained toes. "It's nearly done with your feet now" you tell the laughing woman. "Good girl, just let your laughter flow natrually" smiled the nurse.
"HAHAHAHAHA...HAHAHA...AHAHA...HEHE...Ooh...Ugh...no...no...no more...that tickled like HELL" panted Kelly as the brushes stopped. Little did she know that her nightmare hadn't even begun yet.
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