The Wait Is Short

Sitting awkwardly in the darkness, the only sounds are your anxious breathing and that of the tickle **** beside you. Your heart thrums fretfully in your chest.

You flinch when you feel several of the spidery appendages moving around your naked body. "Well, let's see what sort of light you make," the dark creature announces.

Tensing with dread, you strain to press your arms against your sides or bring your legs together, but the heavy stocks make it impossible. The attack comes all at once:

Sinuous monstrous fingers from a score of spidery arms dance all over your helpless naked body, causing you to scream with ear-shattering laughter. Pairs of hands horse-bite up and down your inner thighs, brushing past more hands skittering over the sensitive flesh below your waist. Uncountable fingers poke in an around the hollows of your armpits, skimming up and down your sides and flitting back and forth over your extremely sensitive nipples.

Your shrieks of laughter quickly illuminate the cavern. Through tear-swollen eyes, you can see the other tickle **** beside you, unmolested for the moment, looking away cowardly, trying his best to scoot his naked body away from your bucking convulsions.

The creature coos with amusement as even more arms erupt from behind you to attack your helpless soles. You bat desperately at the spidery fingers as they scratch and trace over your smooth, pink feet, but your wrists are locked just far enough away from your ankles to make the effort pointless. You babble and plead through peals of breathless laughter as the hands have their way with your bare feet: tickling over and between your wiggling toes, grazing up and down your high-arches, and poking randomly at your pitifully clenching size 10s.

The unrelenting **** continues until ...