"A word of warning, my dear, I've been nice so far. Tell me who you're working for...or your feet will suffer greatly" you grin. "Do your worst"
snarled Madison. "Very well" you say as you begin tying her toes back.
Soon, Madison can't wiggle her feet or even move her toes. This was perfect, as you could now torment that ticklish little birthmark on her
right foot.
"Well, you've asked for this. Any last words before you break down laughing and shrieking?" you ask. "Not for you, I'll not give you the
satisfaction" said Madison. "Oh, believe me, THIS will satisfy me more than any words could" you grin as you pick up two electric
toothbrushes and turn them on. Madison looks wide eyed as you bring them close to her birthmark.
"NO, DON'T YOU DARE. I'LL DIE LAUGHING, YOU SICK, DISTURBED BASTARD. LEAVE MY POOR BIRTHMARK ALONE, HEEEEELP,
SOMEONE HELP" cried Madison. "Nobody's coming to help you, now LAUGH" you smile as the toothbrushes make contact with the ticklish birthmark.
"HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU , NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.................. ...........YOU SADISTIC FUHUHUHUHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. OH PLEASE, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. AEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. TICKLE MY BELLY, MY ARMPITS, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA........................ TICKLE BETWEEN MY TOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOES, BUT LEAVE MY BIHIHIHIHIRTHMARK ALOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE. OH SHITHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA . I'LL DO ANYTHING, MAKE IT STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP" howled Madison loudly. "Aw, is that spot ticklish? Ooh, I bet these electric toothbrushes are pure HELL on that ticklish birthmark, huh? You want the mean man to stop tickling your feet? Well, too bad. A-TICKLETICKLETICKLE, ITCHAGITCHAGITCHA" you tease, causing Madison to nearly lose her mind.
Soon, Madison is a laughing, crying, begging, panting mess. She hangs limp in the stocks as she attempts to recover from the horrific tickling she'd received.
"Are you ready to talk?" you ask coyly. "N...NO...NEVER...NOW QUIT TORTURING ME...YOU SICK FUCK" panted Madison. "Does that mean you want me to tickle your birthmark more?" you tease. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, I'M GONNA DIE, LEMME GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" screamed Madison. "I'd spill the beans on who you work for if I were you" you laugh. "FUCK YOU" hissed Madison. "Such language from a lady. Well, I guess we need to play a little more, then" you grin.
You let Madison recover a little before deciding which direction to head in next.
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