This choice: Using a large, soft feather over Alice's clit • Go Back...Chapter #6Using a large, soft feather over Alice's clit by: Flappybob   The warden picked up a large soft feather and ran it between her fingers. Alice was going crazy just from the anticipation, being blindfolded and never knowing where or when the tickles would be coming was definitly part of the torture. Just then, Alice threw her head back as she felt the soft, wispy feather tickle her womanhood.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, SOMEONE SA-HA-HAVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE FROM THIS TORTURE" screamed Alice. "Nobody will save you, Alice. Nobody can even hear you except me. Ooh, we're SO ticklish there, huh? Poor Alice has such a ticklish clitty. Ooh, thrashing about won't help you. There's no escape from my feather, Alice" grinned the warden. "MY CLIT, MY CLIT, MY CLI-HI-HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT. WA-HA-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARDEN PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEASE. *MOOOOOOOOOOOOAN* I'M GOING OUT OF MY MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIND, MY BRAIN DOESN'T EVEN KNO-HO-HOW IF THE TICKLING THERE FEELS GOOD OR NOT" screamed Alice. "I know, it's a mixture of heaven and hell. Tickle time, laugh and scream for me. Poor baby girl, all you want is to get away from the feather that's stroking and teasing your pretty pink princess parts, but you can't escape so you're gonna have to suffer. Scream, laugh, sob and moan as loud as you like, but your clitty is going to take all of the tickling I want to give it, Alice" taunted the warden.
Just then, the warden used her free hand to pick up a spray bottle marked "WARNING: EXTREME SENSITIVITY SPRAY" on the label. She sprayed Alice on her genitals once, twice, three times, a fourth time, and a final 5th time.
"GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.......... ..................................................................WA-HA-HAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARDEN MY CLI-HI-HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT IS ON FIRE NOW. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-HOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRGH. OH GO-HO-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD I JUST SQUIRTEDHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SQUIRTING MA-HA-HAKES MY CLIT MORE TICKLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISH. OH SHI-HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT NOT AGAIN. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH-NAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAA AAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" shrieked Alice. "Ticklish clitty, tickle-ickle-ickle Alice's brains out. Ooh, another squirt. Aw, you want it to stop so badly now, don't you. That's it, suffer in silent laughter, it won't stop you squirting or make you any less sensitive" cackled the warden as Alice's mind was overrun with ticklish sensations.
Soon, it was over and Alice was released. Her clit was pink from the tickling and squirting, and her sides ached from laughing and screaming. A pair of guards grabbed Alice and dragged her to her cell.
Upon being taken into her cell, Alice noticed her cellmate was...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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