Ticklish

After another age, she stops. “What is your name?” “BRAD!!!! I’M huhuh BRAD! i huhuh am huhuh on m-my honeymoon. Wait, what happened to me… to my wife Sandra? To those two guys? What..:what…” “Brad, I need you to focus.” You are trying, but she is hot..and you are craving her pussy. “Brad, can you hear me?” You are trying but she is so HOT, her nipples are poking her top like lasers, while her bottoms indicate shaved goodness. A third finger got involved. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOOOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” She does not speak as three nails flick and traverse the quivering surface of your soles. You pull, you shake, you are beyond desperate to break your bonds, cast off the shackles and protect your wiggling feet.

Why was she determined to torture you into insanity? It was an ordeal, an agony beyond any ability to cope. It was too much, you were simply too sensitive for this kind of thing. But she shown no sign of stopping as your laughter rose higher and higher in decibels…until the noise ceases and you were just making funny faces. Your eyes start to blink as you feel hazy….and the nightmare stopped. You gasped, sucking in breath. “Brad, take a few breathes then tell me how you and the two guys got infected.” “W/why huhuh do y-you huhuh k-keep Huhuh…” “We notice that due to hypersensitivity, the virus can be weakened through tickling. What effectively is increasing your hormonal levels and making you a sex fiend, is also giving us a temporary fix. So if you start drifting, I’m sorry, but you must be tickled. When these 4 wake up, I will arrange for them to get the same treatment.”

You bite your lip as you try not to visualise Sandra, Marcy, Dani and Cindy howling their tits off. “Does the thought of your four livers being tickled to death turn you in, Brad?” You tremble before nodding “Y-yes.” “That’s good. That you can answer is good. Brad, I have instruments that can be used to torment you. So I need you to focus and answer me this question. How did this happen to the 5 of you?” You manage to focus and relate what happened with that woman. “Woman with swimming trunks? No doubt an ex-male. Well done, Brad.” You whimper. “P-please I-I’m trying! Nooo moooreee!” “I am sorry, Brad. I’m Melissa. And I can see you are turning back into Brandi.” “PLEASE! IT TICKLES TOO MUCH, I’M TOO TICKLISH!!!!!” “I know, honey. I am sorry!” You feel like wailing when she pulls out of a bag, two electric toothbrushes.