Trueheart's tickle torture as she remains helpless and exposed. Redemptionheart continues to take advantage of her ticklish position. ^_^
Chapter 2: preparing the Way to Success
The next day went by in a similar way to the first day. Redemptionheart was confident that her plan could never fail. The restraints that held Trueheart were strong yet not harmful. Trueheart could have broke free if the restraints were harmful overtime! Redemptionheart did not want her to experience freedom. She would remain here until Redemptionheart saw fit to let her leave, but that wouldn’t be for months! She would PAY for stealing the glory and attention! She’d pay it in full. The lovely, cute, and adorable features of the kind, restrained bear shone brightly even in the dark cavern. Redemptionheart wanted that light, that adorableness…it just made it more sweet to see the torture that way.
In Trueheart’s perspective, this didn’t make any sense at all. Surely a day of torture was enough! She had never seen Redemptionheart be like this before, and in her eyes shown true fear. In a way that was just even more adorable, and it seemed to feed Redemptionheart’s desires. Trueheart still had on the blindfold most of this day, not being able to see or sense when the incoming claws of the purple, poking paws of Redemptionheart would come to rub, scratch, and almost slickly tease that oh so delicate, itchy, wriggling soft furry spot on her underarm. Each time even a single claw brushed its surface a giggle bubbled in her chest and up her throat. That tingly, squirmish feeling of needed to go to the bathroom kept on poking into her consciousness, and the more frequently the tickling nonstop happened with those paws, the more agonizing it was. Her lips puckered, her short heart nose swished back and forth in a no-no-no motion, and underneath the blindfold streams of tears began to come out as her giggles became full-blown laughter.
“Hee eh hee he…eh…hehe…heheheaa…aa..aaahhHAAH AA HAHAHAAHAA!!!” She pushed and pulled her entire plush body to try to shake herself free. Redemptionheart wasn’t quite ready for that and her invading paw slipped from the underarm and nearly touched the area where Trueheart once again wet herself. Matter of fact, the scent of Trueheart’s predicament became very noticeable. Redemptionheart herself actually giggled, a sound that was musical and upbeat, a very unusual sound coming from one who enjoyed torture like this.
“You actually managed to surprise me! How fortunate for you! I’ll let you win a little prize just for that.”
“Re…really?” Trueheart’s kind, soft voice actually had hope in it. The purple care bear pulled out a long, pink, fluffy feather that just seemed to puff out in pride at just how much fluff it had. Instead of targeting her favorite tickle spot, not wanting to overdue it so that over the week and into the weeks and months that tickle spot would be fresh and ready to irritate and stimulate responses, the devious bear instead stroked the fluff side along one of Trueheart’s soft cheeks.
Waves of motion flooded the face muscles as no one had even come close to doing anything tickle-wise like this against the cheeks. Her mouth gasped and hiccupped out a few giggling sounds against her will. Her chest area began to feel sore from all this giggling and laughing fits, and it was only day two! Still, she couldn’t help herself! Every hair on her care bear body seemed to hold some ticklish secret. Never did she know that her cheeks were so sensitive, and even Redemptionheart was taken aback by just how responsive this simple swipe of the feather had.
“Dawww look. Your cheek is shy! Come here you.” She cooed at the dimple markings at the edge of her smiling, giggling mouth and gently poked the lines, resulting in many more lines sweeping along all the surface of her cheek as the sensitive, joyous face erupted into ticklish sensations.
“Heaa ha…ahh…hahah…haa…aaaHA AH!!” The feather started to draw a figure 8 along the dimple line and the sweeping ripples of ticklish fur that formed on that cheek, resulting in louder, uncontrolled laughter.
“Mistress.” One of the mechanical hands themselves that was hiding beneath the restraining table Trueheart was on surprisingly spoke. Redemptionheart dropped the fluffy feather and what happened was the feather stroked alongside the neck and shoulder of the poor, gentle, laughing care bear. Her laughing made her chest heave upwards and the laughs became more full and urgent as newer feelings of tickles piled onto the earlier tickle torture. New streams of tears ran down both cheeks and it was getting harder to even avoid letting loose a new urge to go to the bathroom again, although she squeezed her legs together just enough so that as the feather slid off her body and fell onto the floor, no more damage had been done for now.
“WHAT? I’m busy!” Redemptionheart hated to be interrupted, especially when it involved her favorite activities. This was one of her lesser known favorite activities, but still. How rude!
“Mistress, there is someone knocking on your front door in the town. They are asking for you and Trueheart.” A monotone, selfless voice came from the hand. Redemptionheart’s eyes widened with shock. This was a careless mistake! How could she fully enjoy herself when other care bears may come looking for either of them! It would ruin everything.
“Fine then. I’ll handle it myself. Who is it at my front door?”
“Ugh. Great. Whoever it is…” Plans started forming in her head. Whoever it was, maybe they would actually be dealt with in a similar manner, but for now she had to come up with a way to get everything settled in the town. No snooping should be done! She had to keep Trueheart secure and trapped. If people noticed she was gone and needed rescuing, her fun project with the poor little bundle of adorableness would be stopped. Worse, the others would find out and she’d never be able to capture anyone again!
She whispered to the mechanical hand and the hand gave a metal thumb’s up. Trueheart was heaving and gasping for air, glad that for once the tickling had stopped for a good amount of time. The sound made Redemptionheart snarl silently, but this was more important.
“I’ll be back soon. Don’t go away while I’m gone! Hah. Good luck with that happening.” She walked away from the torture table and up stairs. Trueheart listened, still being blindfolded, and discovered that there were a lot of stairs. Just how deep was she under the surface?
Out of seemingly nowhere two different areas on her legs began to almost come alive. Her upper hip area and her right half of her back shuddered and then danced around as golden plumage struck the unprepared bear. These feathers weren’t just unexpected, they were very cold feathers and seemed to have water over them. The chilly droplets combined with the bristles of fluffiness drove Trueheart insane with the amount of teasing she felt at that moment.
“WhaaahahahahaahaAAAHH!! WHaa…hea hah ah haaaa!! What’s g-g-goiihihiiihaaa haa!! What’s going on?” Quick as the tickles came they disappeared. Trueheart had a pondering confused look on her face, but then three more different areas suddenly exploded with different kinds of feathers. These were short and almost having a pointy kind of tip, making a unique kind of scratchy sooth feeling that was surrounded by jolts of intense tickling sensations. These three spots were against different sections of her back, making her jerk and swerve every inch of her stomach muscles and chest. Her head was tilting backwards as heaving spouts of laugher rocketed out of her mouth. Her chest began to burn and her rib cage strained itself to keep things in check. Different kinds of tears mixed with her usual laugh crying. These tears were larger and took up bigger space, making her streams appear thicker. Her chest wasn’t just laughing, it was starting to hurt too.
Meanwhile, Redemptionheart made it out of her secret chamber and found her way back into the town. An impatient bear was still there, tapping their foot against her doormat. Redemptionheart knew what she had to say, and she greeted the bear and explained that there was an emergency. Trueheart had gone on a journey in order to help Redemptionheart with a serious problem that could take months to overcome. To be honest that was exactly what had happened…in a manner of speaking. Trueheart was on a journey, and Redemptionheart DID have a serious problem. Taking care of this.
Her explanation satisfied the bear and they told Redemptionheart that they would spread word around the town so Redemptionheart could deal with the problem. When that bear’s back was turned and they headed away, a glare followed them. That was too close…they needed to be taught a lesson, but for now, she bought herself at least a few months, if not more.
“Everything is all set.” Taking into account that both she and Trueheart needed food and water to survive down in their situation, Redemptionheart began to pack more food. Trueheart needed to live, not die down there! No tickling could happen then.
“Be prepared Trueheart…I’ve got more in store for you! Heh heh heh…”
3 years ago
01 Mar 2016 07:11 CET
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