Redemptionheart made it back to her secret place and noticed that Trueheart had fainted, or just simply fell asleep. It was bound to happen since it had been nonstop tickling for a long time now. It must’ve been day 3. Or was it 4? She rubbed her paws together. It didn’t matter now. Trueheart was all to herself and that was what mattered most. Gleefully she thought of the things she had brought with her to get a fresh feel. Something had happened thanks to that…that bear that made her realize something. Each time Trueheart had unleashed the need to go, the smell would waft around the room. Redemptionheart needed to keep this secret when she returned to the town so bathing supplies were part of the new inventory she brought along with fresh food and water.
“Look at her. All snug and helpless.” In her sleep the tickling was not completely stopped. The mechanical hands on the table itself were still active, but they were very lightly teasing her fur, keeping the sensors and points of tickling fresh and stimulative. Somehow this sleeping pose made Trueheart look even more innocent and sincere…making Redemptionheart wish to take this next phase of tickle torture to the higher level.
For the next few hours while Trueheart slept and the mechanical hands did their duty and kept things going, the master of this place was hard at work. She studied Trueheart’s positioning, had a tape measure to tell the exact distance that was needed, and she set up things that needed to be done. By the time she was finished Redemptionheart herself was exhausted and she fell asleep too, knowing that her mechanical servants would still serve their purpose no matter how long both bear’s slept.
Redemptionheart was greeted with a girly, long, and loud yawn. Trueheart had woken up!! It was time to make her move. Redemptionheart wiped her own eyes so that she could see clearly. The excitement and tension of this preparation was getting to her and she glared at Trueheart. Whispering to one of the hands, that hand made a familiar thumbs up sign, but this time the hand unwrapped the blindfold. Trueheart, for the first time in days, could actually see now, adding a whole new element to this adventure.
“Welcome back to the land of the aware dear Trueheart.” The calm and almost eerie tone that Redemptionheart used made Trueheart nervous. What exactly was being plotted in those purple eyes that looked at her? In Redemptionheart’s point of view, it was almost eroticly satisfying how curious and nervous at the same time those kind, cute eyes of Trueheart looked. Well, she’d know in a second.
“What purpose do you have of keeping me down here? Haven’t I been through enough?” Trueheart quietly whispered. She thought that maybe if she showed kindness, the care bear within Redemptionheart would overpower whatever driving force she had right now…but it was in vain. Redemptionheart could never be swayed or overpowered. Her desire right now was through the cavern roof, and hearing this whispered was like putting gasoline to a flame. She was going to REALLY love this.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle.” Redemptionheart soothingly cooed, and Trueheart had an adorable puzzled look all over her face. What was she talking about? She, for once, didn’t feel any kind of ti…ti…uh oh…ph…pha…panting groans started to squeeze through her mouth as something unexpected seemed to rain into every fiber of her consciousness. One of her furry toes, just one, felt like dozens of tiny feathers were rubbing against it at the same time. Matter of fact, that was exactly what was happening. An ancient, very mini feather duster was being pulled by a string that Redemptionheart held in her right paw. Redemptionheart twisted her claws and did a twirling motion, making the second and third mini feather dusters swish and poke against each of Trueheart’s exposed, dangling toes.
Trueheart’s toes have always, ALWAYS, been ticklish. She couldn’t even walk through a grassy plain without smiling because of the breezy, light tickling sensation that happened every time she walked along the many grass blades. This, however, was specifically against her toes. They curled, recoiled, and tried to squirm out of the way, but every motion they made another feather of the mini feather duster just brushed against another surface spot against her toe. The panting, struggling noises were quickly becoming full-blown gasps. A wriggling sqirmish line was on Trueheart’s face and Redemptionheart could literally see the redness of the pressure of trying, desperately trying, to maintain the laughing fit building up inside her. Redemptionheart’s heart itself beat faster and faster as she let two mechanical hands aid her, the shiny metal fingers simply just poking and very lightly tickling the fur of the bottom soul of her two feet. With both the bottom and the top of her foot being attacked with tickling, Trueheart’s will shattered and her mouth delivered one hell of a laughing fit.
Her chest fully expanded and her eyes gushed out tears, the redness not quite leaving her cheeks even though the pressure of keeping in the laughing fit was gone. She had never laughed so hard in her entire life, and that was saying something considering all of what happened earlier in the past few days. Redemptionheart relished the sound, the sight of each individual toe squirming at different speeds to avoid being tickled as much as possible but failing. Devously the left paw of Redemptionheart reached forward and stroked the fleshy, soft pad of fur inbetween two of her toes. The reaction was so immediate that it was easy to see for the attentive tickler. She had just found a new special spot. It wasn’t as big and couldn’t be targeted nearly as easily, but if she simply danced enough around this new spot…her claw stroked and danced all over the inbetween toe spot. This, combined with the two mechanical hands tickling her soles, and the right paw of Redemptionheart continuing to assult the toes with the mini feather dusters, it was all too much to handle.
“HAAAAHAHAAHAHAAAAHAHHAAAAAAHAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Her laughter just increased and increased. The pain in her chest grew, and then, all of a sudden, Trueheart fainted as a snapping sound cracked the air. Redemptionheart backed off, sweat and panting escaping her. She must’ve tickled then for over five hours just on those feet and toes…time flies when you’re having fun. The poor dear just couldn’t handle it any longer. One of her ribs cracked.
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2 years, 6 months ago
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