This choice: A finger swirling around each armpit • Go Back...Chapter #3A finger swirling around each armpit by: Flappybob   "Round and round the garden goes the teddy bear" sang the tickle officer as he dragged a finger around each of Alice's underarms. "URK" was the sound poor Alice made as her eyes grew wide. Her mother used to play this game with her when she was little, and she always HATED it. Awful memories of being tickled into a giggling, squealing, begging mess by her mother swept her mind. "One step" teased the tickle officer, stroking Alice's sides. Alice shook her head and tried to stay silent. "Two steps" smiled the tickle officer, scratching over Alice's ribcage. "NO" cried Alice, knowing what was coming next. "And...TICKLE YOU UNDER THERE" grinned the tickle officer.
WUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH.STAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-HAA AAAAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP. OH MY GOD, IT'S SO TICKLISH, PLEASE HAVE MEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEERCY" laughed Alice as she shook her head and bounced in place on the restraint. "Aw, is poor Alice ticklish under her arms? Well, now we know they're a panic spot, we'll find a way to tickle them EVERYDAY" teased the tickle officer. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE, YOU'RE FREAKIN KILLING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELPHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. STOP TICKLING, YOU BASTARD" screamed Alice, tears of laughter in her eyes. "Ooh, you're a fun one. Alright, you get a little break" smiled the tickle officer as he stopped tickling.
"OH GOD...WUH...AHH...THAT WAS HORRIBLE, WHAT THE HELL?" cried Alice. "Sorry, but we need to take these ticklish underarms to their limits" said the tickle officer as he picked up a pair of feather dusters. Alice remembered that as a punishment when she was bad, her mother would tie her to her bed and use a pair of dusters to tickle her underarms silly. She was always sorry for misbehaving as it was the most ticklish thing she'd ever felt. Alice began pulling and struggling at the x frame to try and get up. "Ooh, do these look bad? Uh oh, here it comes...tickletickletickle" giggled the guard as he began his ticklish assault. Alice lost it right away.
"NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-HA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. OH GOD THAT TICKLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLESHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. STOP IT, NO MORE, WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. YOU EHEHEHEHEVIL BASTARD, THAT TICKLES LIKE HELLHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. LEMME GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOO. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" screamed Alice.
The tickling continued for another 5 minutes before it stopped and the tickle officer noted down his findings. He then decided to move onto the next spot. Alice was thankful that it was over, but she didn't have long to relax as she soon felt...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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