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Super Ticklish Tickleval Part 1 Valentia pulled up to the back entrance of the warehouse and cut off the engine. This is strange, she thought. Johnson had said to meet him there at 9:00pm, but there was no sign of his car. "Not good." She thought to herself as she climbed out of her Porsche Boxster. It was cold outside that night, in the teens temperature-wise. The previous evening's snowstorm had dumped about 5 inches on Metro City in a couple of hours. The weather was not a factor to Val, however. Being a superhero, she was immune to many of the things that affected everyday people, such as bitter cold. She took off her full-length leather coat to reveal the two-piece bikini-like garment with thigh-high leather boots underneath. She had only worn the coat in the first place to cover her skimpy uniform as she made her way through the city. As the Metro City's premier African-American female crime fighter, she had an image to protect. After tossing the coat back into the car, she headed for the door. The tiny hairs on her long chestnut brown legs and tight, firm stomach stood on end in the cold air as she grabbed the handle of the door and pulled it from its hinges with an undeniable ease. "Johnson had better not be leading me on a wild goose chase", she thought as she made her way through the dark, vast warehouse. Johnson, her main street informant and inside man in the gang of villains she had been chasing for months, was known to tell a lie every once in a while, especially if there was something in it for him or if his ass was on the line. The ringleader, Imani, was a tough street-wise Sista' who had evaded her capture many times before. In their most recent encounter, Imani captured Val and tortured her nearly to death by using a combination of laughing gas and a multi-tentacled tickling monster. The tickle torture had pushed Val to the edge of her sanity, but she still managed to escape and foil Imani's plan to immobilize the whole city with sleeping gas in order to steal the money from the city's many bank vaults. Could Imani have found out about Johnson's spying and made him lure Val into a trap? Before Val could finish her thought, a bright flash appeared simultaneously with a loud "pop". Someone had shot at her. Milliseconds later, she felt the slight stinging of several tiny pellets hitting her soft, voluptuous breast and muscular midsection. It came from across the room about 10 feet, and Val instantly took to the air, swooping up to the dark rafters of the huge facility. The ability to fly had its advantages in situations such as this. She knew the bullets couldn't penetrate her super-strong skin, but they could annoy her, much like a bee sting would do a normal human. "OK, whoever you are, you just bought yourself an ass-whipping!" Val yelled as she used her eye beams to send a jolt of energy toward the direction of the flash, hoping to strike its source. "SHAKKKOWWW!!!" The energy beam struck its intended target with much force. A pained female voice shrieked in agony. Good shot! I nailed 'em!" Slowly, the alert Superhero descended back to the floor, riding the invisible energy current emitting from her body. As soon as her stiletto heels touched the concrete floor, she was poised for more action. The darkness of the room made it dangerous for her, especially since her attacker, or attackers, obviously had been lying in wait. Still, she told herself, I'm a superhero…I can walk into a trap and still battle my way out with no problem. Her survival of the initial attack had given Val additional moxy. "Bring it on!!! Who's next???" 9:03pm 12/4/2000 Suddenly, Val became aware again of the spots on her body where the pellets had hit. They were beginning to tingle and burn. As best she could tell, there must have been about 10 to 12 of them. Originally, she had assumed it had been a regular bullet that was fired at her, and with the initial urgency of the moment, she hadn't stopped to examine herself. Now she was aware that it wasn't a bullet that had hit her at all…and what ever it was had clung to her skin. "Buckshot?" she thought. "Or maybe tranquilizer pellets? No problem", she said to herself, a bit relieved. "They can't penetrate my skin." In her distraction, Val had missed the faint sounds of her attacker getting to her feet. Val had been warned many times by her mentors about getting over-confident in her abilities and that any superhero could be brought to their knees if the enemy knows their weakness. Those words were about to come back and haunt her in earnest. By the time Val realized what was going on, her attacker had recovered. Instantly, the lights in the warehouse came up, revealing a large, colorful room full of computers and industrial machinery stacked to its 30 ft. ceiling. Across the room, Val saw Imani…a remote control in her hand and a huge, evil smile on her face. "HA! Gotcha' again, Val!" Imani said. "What's this, Imani? You think I'm going to fall for the same thing you caught me with last time, with the tentacles and laughing gas?!? Think again, Bitch!" Val bellowed in her usual bravado. Val had managed to get over the agony and humiliation Imani had inflicted on her last time via tickle torture. Still, it would be best not to go through that again, she reasoned. Laughter was the only thing that could sap her considerable powers. With the remote poised in her hand, Imani was undoubtedly about to hit a button and unleash some mechanical/technical gizmo on Val with the hope of restraining her. Best to not let that happen, Val thought, as the image flashed through her head of what the tentacle menace had done to her last time. Suddenly, Val felt a twinge of fear in her stomach. "I don't think I can go through that horror again. Gotta get on her quick and subdue her, drop her off at police headquarters. Get this whole thing over with NOW." Val cleared her head of the debilitating thoughts of the last confrontation and quickly lunged at Imani. Her super speed and power had her on top of Imani quicker than the evildoer could imagine, knocking the remote control from Imani's hand. Imani's planning had accounted for Val's strength and speed, but she was still taken aback by the suddenness of her superfoe. The two wrestled on the cold floor of the warehouse for a moment, with each one getting in a couple of good shots on the other. Val could feel herself getting woozy as they struggled, but not from any blows Imani had landed. As they fought, Val could feel the stinging of the pellets on her upper body more and more as her wooziness increased tenfold. "W-what's going on? I can't see, e-everything is getting blurry…" Val muttered as her offensive posture began to diminish. As she struggled to maintain her senses, Val went from landing blows to taking them by the dozens. Imani had gotten on top of her confused, scantilly-clad foe and was now wailing on the increasingly helpless Val. Soon, Imani was pounding on nothing more than a mass of quivering flesh. Imani continued to pummel Val's helpless mocha-colored body…She had now pinned Val down with her knees, ripped off her bikini top, and was landing blow after massive blow into the superhero's soft, supple breasts. After fifteen minutes, Val could no longer hold on and was fading into unconsciousness. Just before she went under, the last things she heard were Imani's chilling words: "YES! THE NEW MICRO-VIBE CHIPS HAVE WORKED! I'VE GOT YOU, BITCH!!!! Coochie-Coochie-Koo Time!!!" Val felt Imani run a finger down her ticklish armpit as everything around her went black. 4:36pm 12/7/2000 "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHAHH HHHHHHAAAAAAAA!!!!!" Val's latest shrieks surprised even herself. In the three days she had been in captivity, this was the loudest she had laughed yet. Her sides ached, as did her blushing, tear-streaked cheeks. Her eyes, full of those same tears, could only make out blurred images around the room. That is, when they weren't forced shut by the massive amount of laughter escaping from her tortured body. "PLEEEAAAAASSE!!! Oh, God, PLEASSSSEEE NOOOO MOOORREEEE!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!" In the time she had been in Imani's clutches, a few things had been revealed to Val. First, Imani had indeed persuaded Johnson to rat her out and turn on her. Johnson, in fact, was now the very principle performing her torture. Second, Imani had been wearing an energy-absorbing suit, which took the brunt of Val's eye beam blast during the initial confrontation, explaining why the mortal Imani wasn't cut in half. Third, the tiny pellets she had been shot with were actually mini computers that had linked into her nervous system and played havoc, causing the dizziness and lack of coordination during the fight. Fourth, and most horrific, Imani had set the wheels in motion to erase her whole life. Johnson and his boys had gone to Val's apartment with a U-Haul and packed it all up, while Imani had forged documents for her landlord saying she was moving out of state. Her credit cards, driver's license and cellphone had all been cancelled. Her beloved Porsche had been sent to a chop shop. All Val's friends t letters (written by Imani, of course) saying goodbye, that she was going to the mountains to "find herself" again, or something to that effect. Val was painfully aware that no one was coming to look for her. Especially not in this God-forsaken horror house on the outskirts of the city, nestled among old, dilapidated factories and slaughterhouses. No one was around to hear her laughter as Johnson tickled deeper and deeper into her sweaty armpits. Val was lying spread-eagled and nude on her back, her arms and legs secured to a large metal table with steel restraints. Her upper back, buttocks, thighs, and calves were the only thing that touched the table; her back stayed arched and her head was usually shaking back and forth with her rhythmic laughter. Johnson enjoyed his work, she could tell. "Oh, Johnson, please stop!!!! You're killing meeeeee!!!! HAHAHA!!" Val pleaded through her laughter. "Fuck you, Cunt!!" Johnson shouted. "You harassed me for a whole year getting info on Imani. Every time I gave it to you, you came back around and shook me down for more. Imani is payin' me top dollar to do nothing but stay here and tickle you all day long. Not to mention the fringe benefits of seeing your fine, sweaty body jiggling all around like this! What red-blooded man wouldn't take this job?!?" NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! HA-HAHAA-HAHA-HAHAHA-HAHAHAAAAA!!!! Johnson was now taking it to Val's superbody so hard, he sprained one of his fingers in her armpit. This briefly stopped Val's torment. "Damn! I forgot how fuckin' hard your body is. Gotta put a splint on this, be right back. Shit, I wonder can I get workman's comp for the injury. HA-HA!" Johnson left the room, but before leaving he hit the "space" bar of the keyboard on the desk next to Val just like Imani had told him to do each time he leaves. Val was all too aware of what this meant and she screamed. "NOO!!! Not the tentacles again!!!! I CAN'T TAKE IT! NNNOOOOO!!!!!!!" On cue, the slimy, tentacles with the fur-lined tips descended from a trapdoor in the ceiling high over Val's helpless body. She was still in the same room she had fought with Imani in, but had not noticed the door that first night when she swooped to the rafters. "How ironic." Val thought, "I plan specifically not to get caught by these things, and here I am, laying wide open for them to do their dirty work on me. How fucked up is thaaaaaaaaaaaa.." HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! Johnson gleefully exits the room as the tentacles begin to devour Val's ticklish body. "Poor thing." He thinks as he tends to his aching forefinger. "How could Imani possibly come up with some of this craaazzzzeee shit to do to this girl? Oh, well. Not my problem. Its 4:45, I think I'll knock off early today. Go get some grub." As Johnson sticks his head back in the tickle chamber, he sees Val struggling frantically against the assault of the tentacles on her armpits, tits, tummy and ribs. At one point, there are so many tentacles on her mid and upper body, Johnson can no longer see her beautiful brown skin under them. AAAAAAAHHHHHAHHHHHHAHHHHHHHAHHHHHAHHHHHAHHHHHA AAA!!!!! HELPPPP MMEEEEEE SOMEBODYYYYYYYYYYY!!!! J-JOHNSON…PLEASSEEEE DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIISSSSSS!!!!! "See you tomorrow morning bright and early, babe!!!!" Above her laughter, Val can barely hear the door, the same door she so enthusiastically tore off its hinges three nights ago to enter this place, slam shut behind Johnson. She attempts to fight off the fear inside as she realizes the tentacles will run non-stop over her tired, aching, sweaty body until he returns the next morning. She will not be able to fight back or even squirm away…the steel bonds holding her in place will assure that. She will not feel the release of unconsciousness…the tentacles will sense it and stop until she recovers, then begin again. She will not be able to control her bladder all evening, meaning Johnson will have to clean up her pee…always an embarrassing scene. Her eye beams, super strength, speed… all had left her due to her weakness for laughter. The only power she has left, invulnerability, is only adding to her agony, as the tickling tentacles don't have to hold back for fear of killing her like they would a normal human…they can do their worst with no chance of physicallharming her or damaging her beautiful body. As the tickling tentacles methodically decimate her naked, helpless form, Val's pained laughter echoes through the otherwise silent chamber. She wondered what she has done to deserve this. In her angst, Valencia had missed the sight of the three webcams surrounding her position. As she laughs her head off, the tiny green lights on the cameras blink away. To Be Continued… |
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