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It started with my feet

A subtle tap-tapping along my toes. It was almost relaxing, until a finger slides down to the middle of my sole, curling in and out, scratching so delicately.
I snort, yanking my feet from her lap and almost knocking her book away. But she's quick. She catches them and straddles my ankles, looking up at me with a sinister smile. I meet her gaze with a half-serious pout.

Not this again.

As if on cue, she leans forward lightly dragging her nails up my bare legs, her slender fingers threatening to snake under my skirt and attack my sensitive thighs. But they stay and trace little circles just below the hemline. Stifling a snicker, I turn my head to hide the smile forming on my lips. I can't let her hear me laugh, it will only egg her on.
Too focused on keeping my composure, I don't realize when her hands abandon my legs and make their way upwards. I snort again, caught off guard by the feeling of her fingers wiggling up and down my sides, my thin shirt offering no protection from the sensation. I bring my arms to my sides, but she keeps on. I know she can see my smile, but that doesn't matter. If I can keep my mouth shut for just a a few more seconds. If she doesn't hear it. She might give up early.

But that's never how it goes.

Bringing my hand up again, I snatch one of hers. A small victory in that moment, but a fatal mistake. Her other hand reaches across to my now exposed ribs, digging in mercilessly. The sound that had been bubbling in my throat finally escapes. But I don't laugh. Worse.

I giggle.

"Oh." I hear. "What's the matter?" That soft voice, feigning innocence, does nothing to hide her intentions, as that same evil grin is still spread across her face.

"Ticklish?"

She wrenches her other arm free and continues her attack on my ribs. Her hands spider up and down, sneaking under my arms and crawling to my hips, picking a new place to tickle faster than I can react. I kick and squirm, to no avail.

"NyheHeHEHe ss-Stahap it!" I beg, already knowing how hopeless it is.

She lets out a chuckle of her own, "Hm, but don't you love it when I tickle you?"

"HEhehehE NOoho!!" I pray she didn't hear the playfulness in my tone.

She plants a kiss on my cheek before bringing her lips up to my ear. "But how can I not tickle somebody who's so ticklish?" She teases. Every time she says the word, the tickling feeling seems stronger and stronger, and I get more and more giggly. "Well maybe I can tickle all the ticklishness out of you! And tickle you until you're not ticklish anymore. I'll just keep tickling, and tickling, and tickle tickle tickle TICKLE!"

I shriek and scream and kick and buck, but she barely moves an inch. My squirming causing me to slide further down onto the couch, and my top to ride up, exposing more of me for her to torture. Without missing a beat she brings both hands to my bare skin, darting in random patterns around my midsection. Fingers dipping in, out, and swirling around my bellybutton. Squiggling and scribbling and poking and spidering and wiggling and crawling and tickling all over my belly.

"HyeHEHEHAhA! BabEHEHehEE! PleehehEhEAse!" I cry out to no response

Even when she isn't saying the word anymore, it rings through my head, as she tickles every ticklish place on my ticklish body. Each tickle just tickles more and more. tickling and tickling and tickling. But she knows my ticklishness can't be tickled away. When she tickles me it will still tickle, and it will always tickle. I'm too ticklish for it to not tickle.
I feebly attempt to push her away again, but my muscles feel too weak and tingly. I don't have the strength to fight her anymore. I couldn't if I wanted to. Through tears of laughter, my eyes meet hers. I search them for her usual kind expression. But just as last time, and all the times before, it's nowhere to be found.
I know that soon enough we'll be back to where we were, quietly reading on the couch, sharing a peaceful afternoon together. But until then, I'll be stuck at the mercy of the Monster.

With hardly enough energy to even squirm anymore, I lie there, completely helpless for the next few heavenly minutes of hell, as she tickles and tickles and tickles.

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It started with my feet

A subtle tap-tapping along my toes. It was almost relaxing, until a finger slides down to the middle of my sole, curling in and out, scratching so delicately.
I snort, yanking my feet from her lap and almost knocking her book away. But she's quick. She catches them and straddles my ankles, looking up at me with a sinister smile. I meet her gaze with a half-serious pout.

Not this again.

As if on cue, she leans forward lightly dragging her nails up my bare legs, her slender fingers threatening to snake under my skirt and attack my sensitive thighs. But they stay and trace little circles just below the hemline. Stifling a snicker, I turn my head to hide the smile forming on my lips. I can't let her hear me laugh, it will only egg her on.
Too focused on keeping my composure, I don't realize when her hands abandon my legs and make their way upwards. I snort again, caught off guard by the feeling of her fingers wiggling up and down my sides, my thin shirt offering no protection from the sensation. I bring my arms to my sides, but she keeps on. I know she can see my smile, but that doesn't matter. If I can keep my mouth shut for just a a few more seconds. If she doesn't hear it. She might give up early.

But that's never how it goes.

Bringing my hand up again, I snatch one of hers. A small victory in that moment, but a fatal mistake. Her other hand reaches across to my now exposed ribs, digging in mercilessly. The sound that had been bubbling in my throat finally escapes. But I don't laugh. Worse.

I giggle.

"Oh." I hear. "What's the matter?" That soft voice, feigning innocence, does nothing to hide her intentions, as that same evil grin is still spread across her face.

"Ticklish?"

She wrenches her other arm free and continues her attack on my ribs. Her hands spider up and down, sneaking under my arms and crawling to my hips, picking a new place to tickle faster than I can react. I kick and squirm, to no avail.

"NyheHeHEHe ss-Stahap it!" I beg, already knowing how hopeless it is.

She lets out a chuckle of her own, "Hm, but don't you love it when I tickle you?"

"HEhehehE NOoho!!" I pray she didn't hear the playfulness in my tone.

She plants a kiss on my cheek before bringing her lips up to my ear. "But how can I not tickle somebody who's so ticklish?" She teases. Every time she says the word, the tickling feeling seems stronger and stronger, and I get more and more giggly. "Well maybe I can tickle all the ticklishness out of you! And tickle you until you're not ticklish anymore. I'll just keep tickling, and tickling, and tickle tickle tickle TICKLE!"

I shriek and scream and kick and buck, but she barely moves an inch. My squirming causing me to slide further down onto the couch, and my top to ride up, exposing more of me for her to torture. Without missing a beat she brings both hands to my bare skin, darting in random patterns around my midsection. Fingers dipping in, out, and swirling around my bellybutton. Squiggling and scribbling and poking and spidering and wiggling and crawling and tickling all over my belly.

"HyeHEHEHAhA! BabEHEHehEE! PleehehEhEAse!" I cry out to no response

Even when she isn't saying the word anymore, it rings through my head, as she tickles every ticklish place on my ticklish body. Each tickle just tickles more and more. tickling and tickling and tickling. But she knows my ticklishness can't be tickled away. When she tickles me it will still tickle, and it will always tickle. I'm too ticklish for it to not tickle.
I feebly attempt to push her away again, but my muscles feel too weak and tingly. I don't have the strength to fight her anymore. I couldn't if I wanted to. Through tears of laughter, my eyes meet hers. I search them for her usual kind expression. But just as last time, and all the times before, it's nowhere to be found.
I know that soon enough we'll be back to where we were, quietly reading on the couch, sharing a peaceful afternoon together. But until then, I'll be stuck at the mercy of the Monster.

With hardly enough energy to even squirm anymore, I lie there, completely helpless for the next few heavenly minutes of hell, as she tickles and tickles and tickles.