Wendy’s Ticklish Encounter (Patreon)

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A chill autumn evening nipped at Wendy’s cheeks. She stood cross armed in a thick, wool flannel, overlooking a clearing just half a mile from her cabin. A dense sea of Engelmann spruce stood around the plot, casting a delicate sweet balsamic note through the air. The ground had been littered with lush conifer detritus, cones and straw mounded against the dirt below her small leather boots. The day was slowly setting. The sun sent orange rays breaking through the trees as it gradually descended behind the Colorado rocky ranges. Branches cracked around her by the weight of curious squirrels. Wendy rubbed her mittens together, her breath creating fleeting clouds just outside of her lips.

“Found anything?” Wendy called out. Below her on the slope, two police rangers scoured the clearing. They came with thick coats and flashlights that could penetrate woodland brush easily. One ranger, officer Randall, stood chewing on nothing. His lips and jaw moved in a peculiar way to make it look like he always had something in his mouth. He would often spit and wipe below his mustache, the hairs frayed and positioned in misshapen ways. At about fifty years of age, he managed to look at the thirty five year old Wendy like a girl fresh out of college.

“Nope,” Randall called back. His eyes only half heartedly looked over the area, though admittedly he had not been lying. Officer Manford, the ranger who had come out with Randall to the site, looked much more thoroughly.

“Not yet, Ms. Yates,” Manford said back. He had his flashlight out and pointed at the ground as he walked around. Wendy huffed and shifted anxiously, the cold creeping against her skin. Despite growing up in the mountainous region, she never felt as if she became accustomed to the climate as naturally as everyone else had. Her skin was always far too sensitive and reacted to the cold as meekly as any tourist.

“You said that you saw it out here, right?” Randall asked. There was an insulting hint of skepticism to his voice. Wendy could hear it as clearly as the words. She groaned, growing impatient from the cold.

“Yes, last night,” Wendy said. “It came out here, broke through these trees…”

“And then what happened?” Manford asked. Wendy paused for a minute.

“I… I’m not sure,” she said. “I came out to get a better look, but by the time I got here, there was nothing.”

“Ah, so that answers that,” Randall said. His mustache shifted against his lip. He put his flashlight back into a holster on his belt and started back up toward Wendy.

“But I’m telling you, it wasn’t nothing,” Wendy said. “It was something, I swear.” Randall grunted slightly as he started back up the hill. Manford scratched the back of his head, still looking around.

“Look, Ms…. Yates,” Randall started. “I don’t know what to tell you. We’re not finding anything out here. I highly recommend that you stop calling us to come out and-”

“But I’m telling you what I saw,” Wendy said. Randall raised his hands defensively.

“I’m sure you are,” he said, “but we’re dealing with serious matters here. Now, I don’t know what you expect us to find in these spots that you keep sending us to.” Wendy started to speak, but knew how her words would make her sound. She huffed and looked around. “I know you’re just trying to help the situation, but maybe the best thing you can do is just be safe and let us do our jobs.” Randall dismissed Wendy like a child and nodded to his partner. “Let’s go.”

“I’m gonna hang back a second, if you don’t mind,” Manford said. He turned to Wendy, his thumbs tucked into his belt. “I did find something down here if you want to follow me down.” Manford led Wendy down into the clearing, close to the center. Their boots crunched against the ruined debris of broken branches and leaves. Once they had parted from Randall, Manford turned back to Wendy. He spoke quietly, wary of not letting his partner hear. “Alright, now, what’s this really about?”

“I know what I saw,” Wendy said.

“I believe you,” Manford said. “That’s why I wanted to talk to you alone without the old scoot up there being a thorn.”

“I swear it’s them…” Wendy whispered. Manford sighed through his nose.

“Aliens,” he said.

“I know it sounds crazy, you don’t have to tell me,” Wendy said.

“I wasn’t gonna.”

“But between the trees falling and the disappearances, I can't help but feel like there’s something there,” Wendy explained. Manford took a moment to process what he was hearing. His hair seemed to catch a breeze that Wendy had not felt.

“I know it’s scary out there,” Manford said. “We’re still trying to find out why folks keep vanishing. We still haven’t found that Dunlap girl. Believe me, it’s driving us…” Manford paused to reframe his statement. “It’s on our minds too. We’re trying as best as we can.”

“So maybe it’s best you not listen to me, like he said,” Wendy said. Manford scratched the back of his neck.

“Listen, I will take what you say into consideration," said Manford. "I will. Have you noticed anything else unusual?” Wendy thought for a moment, grinding her teeth.

“Nothing that won’t make you think I’m even more crazy.”

“Try me.”

“There’s been noises,” Wendy said. Her eyes shifted around the plot. She glanced back up to Randall, leaning against the police cruiser smoking a cigarette. “Late at night.”

“What kind of noises?” Manford asked. Wendy shook her head.

“I… I don’t know for sure,” Wendy said. “But… it almost sounds like… laughter. Like, human laughter. Only worse somehow. Scariest damn thing you can hear in the woods late at night.”

“I’d imagine so,” said Manford.

“But, like, it comes and goes,” said Wendy. “And sometimes it sounds like it’s coming from the sky.”

“The sky?”

“Look, I know it all sounds crazy,” Wendy said. “I know I sound crazy, but it’s the truth. You asked.”

“I know,” said Manford. “And I don’t think you’re crazy. Look, I don’t know what exactly to do with all that, but I’ll tell you that I will keep it in consideration. I’m not just going to blow you off, Wendy. I can’t.” Manford placed his hand on her arm. He smirked, briefly glancing back up to his partner, Randal’s back turned. Wendy sighed and smiled weakly.

“Thanks, Clint,” Wendy said. “Sorry if I get annoying. I’m just scared. People keep getting picked off.”

“We’re weighing all the options here, and we’re hoping that it’s nothing too serious,” Manford said. “I can’t give too much away about the investigation, but we are working on it. But seriously, if you see or hear anything at all, don’t be afraid to call me. Maybe try my cell next time so as to not have to go through the station. Okay?” Wendy nodded.

“Okay,” said Wendy.

“Alright then,” said Manford. He started back up the hill toward the car, his boots crunching against fallen twigs. “And stay safe, Ms. Yates. Try not to leave the house unless it’s an emergency. Got it?”

“Sure thing,” Wendy said. She caught up with the officer who helped her back up the hill. Silently, she slipped into the back seat. Wendy gazed out of the window and said nothing the entire ride back to her cabin. She simply watched the day shift into night, the stars twinkling just above the trees.

Back at the cabin, misty streams of warm water massaged all over Wendy’s body. The shower was a clean, white sanctuary for her to wash away the cold across her skin and the gnawing worries plaguing her mind. Brooks of soap traced down her body. The water splashed off of a curvy frame. Her midsection bore a healthy girth that complimented the roundness of her breasts and butt. Such features had been accentuated since high school through never being able to sprout taller than she was her freshman year. Her hair shimmered a playful shade of yellow, framing her plump, youthful cheeks in a way often envied by the married women of the town. She ran her hands through it. She lathered it all in soap and warm water, lingering in the shower to allow herself time and serenity to collect her senses.

The rest of the night, as Wendy had her hair twisted up to dry, she fixed up a simple dish for dinner and listened to the news droning in the background. She paid little attention to stories about federal happenings and waited for more local stories, specifically those regarding the disappearances that had been happening around the county over the last couple of months. Wendy slipped into a thick, warm bathrobe, dressed in her favorite shade of blue.

Wendy stood by the stove stirring noodles for a macaroni dish when she looked up through the window looking over the kitchen. Mountain nights were black, as black a night could be beneath a blanket of stars. She frequently glanced up at the window to see nothing but endless darkness, an eerie vacancy glaring back at her. She knew the wilderness beyond was vast and tried not to think about what all could be lurking beyond the walls of her cabin. Wendy shook away the fears. As old as she was, she knew she had no business letting some nightmarish, ‘boogeyman’ imagination get her worked up like she was still a little girl. But the isolation and dense quiet of the rural land left plenty of room for her fears to fill in the blanks.

A loud crunching noise made Wendy jump and nearly spill the boiling water. She backed away against the far wall, away from the window. Her lights flickered. The sound from her television came in and out, being jumbled behind wavering reception. The cracking sound just outside of her cabin was loud and clear. The trees bent and broke, nearly exploding in half to some dark force. Wendy grabbed a large kitchen knife and rushed to the living room to get her phone. She called Manford’s contact, her hand shivering against her cheek. One ring after another chipped at her composure. Eventually, she was left with only his voicemail message.

“Clint, it’s Wendy,” she said in a loud hush. Her voice trembled as she inched closer to the window, gazing out into the black. “I just heard it again. Please call me back. Or get out here or something. Please, something just happened.” The words resonated in her head. Even she was starting to second guess her own testimony, her own experiences. She sighed as she hung up, seeing nothing but the blackness of night just outside of her window. She had to be sure. She had to know that she was at least right in the head.

With the knife in her hand, Wendy rushed to the front door. She slipped on a pair of slippers and stepped out into the cold. Snow had not yet begun to fall, though the time of year was close to calling for it. She clung to the robe draped over her shoulders, staring out into the woods from her porch. The lights outside her house could only reach but so far. They revealed not much themselves, but Wendy did make out new signs of woodland destruction. Trees had been leveled, broken in two. Splintered wood and bark covered the ground over the beds of pine straw. The scent of fresh cracked wood permeated the air. As Wendy stepped closer to the site to inspect, a faint noise began to chime out in the distance. It was a soft cackling, as loud as the breeze itself. It sounded like a chorus of laughter, multiple voices playing as one.

A chill raced up her spine. Wendy turned to rush back into the house when she was met with a blinding light. The light shone above her. Looking up into it was akin to staring into the sun. Wendy shielded her eyes. Through the darkness, she could only make out the faintest of shapes beyond the light. Her head began to swim. Winds kicked up around her, fluttering her hair and robe. She dropped the knife. Her arms and legs fell numb. Staring up into the light, her mind slowly began to blank of all thought. Her mouth hung agape. She knew less and less about the situation as she lived it. Eventually, all swirled into a dreamlike nothingness. The world around her vanished. She began weightless. A rushed sleep, one deeper than any she had ever experienced, overtook her.

Wendy woke from her absolute stupor, caught in a daze that made her entire life beforehand feel like a dream. Through her dream, she recalled laughter. Mountains of laughter. Seas of laughter. It was all that she could accurately sense. Even when she woke, laughter still called out to her from regions beyond where she could see. The worries, the paranoia, the terror for what may have been taking others and fear that it may take her too. It all seemed like less than a memory. In its place, laughter floated through a clear mind. It called out to her, begging her to join it. It all came to Wendy like a dismal familiarity, a nightmare that waited for her night after night.

Wendy’s mind slowly began taking stock of everything else she could know of her state. She was nowhere that she had ever been before, she knew that. Wendy found herself in a peculiar little room. Wafting fur seemed to line the walls and ceiling like it was a carpet for a floor. It was everywhere. Shapes conformed to it. It was a calming shade of light blue and seemed to move to slight degrees, blowing with ghostly winds.

Her body had been configured in an odd fashion as well. She laid on her back with her arms pinned to her sides against a peculiar cot or stretcher. Wendy tried to move, but could only do so to minimal, useless degrees. Her body was naked, having been stripped of the robe. Her large breasts were on full display while her legs were splayed slightly, also bound by the use of strange fabric straps. Wendy’s head was bound as well. She wore a mask over her mouth with a tube that fed behind her. Atop her head, a headpiece covered in odd nodes pressed against her scalp, fit with a strap across her forehead keeping it in place. Her mind screamed with terror over her situation. As the strange, unknowable reality of her situation began to set in, her mouth followed shortly thereafter.

“Wha… wha… help,” Wendy started to scream. “Help! Someone help!” She shifted uncomfortably in her binds, shaking against the surface atop which she was attached. Her fingers splayed, desperately trying to grab onto anything to give her leverage. Her feet were relatively free to wiggle and wave back and forth, but her legs had been firmly strapped down. She continued to scream and scream until her voice began to fade into a burning rasp.

She saw next to nothing where she was. Odd lights danced about the room, flickering from the fur covered walls and contraptions. They mimicked what she imagined to be large, fancy computers. Other queerly shaped devices sat idle around her. Above her head, a small screen stared down at her. On one side of the screen, she saw gauges that were completely unfamiliar. Moving shapes and colors and symbols flashed about in an organized manner, yet she understood none of it. On the other side of the screen, there was nothing but a black glow. Wendy tried to look around more, but the pod in which she found herself only allowed for so much peripheral vision.

Enough time passed for Wendy’s panic to subside to a small degree. It only began to spike again once she witnessed movement shifting around in the room. From the wall, two patches of fur began to protrude. They extended far and slid down the wall toward the floor. On the floor, they stood with an elongated stance. Both were as tall as she. They were mounds of fur that moved about the room, independent of the environment yet still somehow naturally connected to the structure and everything within. They emitted strange noises as they walked freely. The sounds they made seemed to mimic human laughter, light giggles, yet done in a way that vollied communication with one another. One moved a device in the room by extending a part of its body out like an arm. It operated like an appendage. When it was done, the appendage pulled back into the mound of fur that was its body. Wendy knew not what to make of the creatures. She simply closed her eyes and prayed to just be having a nightmare.

“This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening, this isn’t ha-aaaahhhheheheeeheeeee!!” Wendy started before being promptly interrupted by her own giggles. One of the creatures had come up to the bottom of the device that bound her on her back. It had extended a short, tentacle-like appendage covered in fur toward her foot. It gently stroked up and down Wendy’s bare sole.

Immediately, tickles began flooding through Wendy’s body. The woman trembled and tugged at her binds while the creature caressed the bottom of her foot with its furry touch. She squealed into a series of giggles that quickly became full laughs. She had always been ticklish, especially on her sensitive little feet. Growing up with five younger brothers, Wendy was often the victim of tickle attacks, and they all knew to go after her feet to make her laugh the loudest. Even as she aged, her skin retained the sensitivity from her youth, including her feet that were just as petite as she was in her early teen years.

“Neeeehhehehehahaahahahaaaa!!! Heheheheheheeeeyy!!! Stahahahahap!” Wendy’s laugh rang out like a chime in the wind. The creature seemed to react positively to Wendy’s ticklish expressions. It clicked and gave off its own giggling message to the other. Wendy’s feet, small and frail, wiggled in their binds. They waved and curled, avoiding however they could the tickles inflicted by the creature’s fur. While the tendril stroked up and down against her trapped foot, the hairs that tickled moved with their own ticklish tactics. They reacted as if drawn to her foot, specifically the highly sensitive nerves within. They were pulled to her sole and glided across her delicate arch, delivering wave after wave of tickles through her body.

“Naaaahahahahahahahaaaa!!! Staahahahahap!! Thahahat ticklessshahahaha!!!” Wendy’s laughter grew. Her foot flailed against the tickles coursing it. The rest of her body tried to move, to escape the peril or thrash instinctively, but the binds under which the creatures examined her held the woman firmly in place, completely vulnerable to their mission. Across the screen looking down at her, several symbols started to shift. Lines spiked. Strange characters changed from one to another. The translation was entirely lost on Wendy, but her ticklish plight left her unable to study much anyway. The creature remained at her feet. Wendy could see no face, or even eyes, on the beast, but she knew that it had found an interest in the area, to her dismay. It chirped another few giggling noises to the other. The other reciprocated as it made its way closer to her head. The beast at her feet positioned itself in between both. Another furry appendage emerged from its body and latched itself onto her other sole.

“No no noooaaaahaahahaahahahahahaaa!! Stahahahah tickling my feeeeheheheheheheet!” Wendy cried out. The additional tendril behaved much in the same way as the other. It stroked slowly up and down while the fur explored the delicate nerves of her sole. The tickling came less as two furry fingers and more as dozens of tiny hairs, more than her mind could actively perceive, all tickling independently of one another. Wendy’s feet flailed in their binds. She screamed and squealed with laughter while her tiny feet fell ticklish victim to the creature’s sadistic design. Her chest started to ache. Her plump tummy quivered as she bellowed tearful laughter. She stared up into the screen in front of her watching the unknown symbols change and morph her viewpoint into a puzzle she had no means of solving. She could only lay perfectly bound as her ticklish feet endured the tormenting treatment.

Wendy had no means of knowing exactly how much time passed. All she knew was that the creature stood down by her feet and scanned her soles over and over again with the tickly fibers of its fur. Every slow pass, hundreds of little hairs poked and scribbled and brushed against each delicate nerve. Even as her feet scrunched and thrashed, the hairs latched on, magnetized by the area’s paramount ticklishness. Wendy could only laugh. She screamed and bellowed wild, ticklish laughter. It all fed into the mask bound to her nose and mouth. Each deep breath came with a brief moment of relief, and yet, through means beyond her understanding, every one made her more and more sensitive. Every sharp inhale, every gasping chuckle, all drank down a vehicle to make her senses more receptive to the tickles.

“Staaaaaahahahahahahahaahaaaap!! Pleeehehehhahahahahahassseee!!!” Wendy’s laughter continued to increase. Her face glowed a cherry shade of pink. Her hands clenched into fists, her stomach clenching with each hard bellow of laughter. Her chest heaved deeply, bouncing with each projection of laughter. The creature at her feet kept a steady stream of stroking up and down her soles. The ticklish hairs scanned over every inch of delicate skin, fully assessing the state of her sensory reception. With no face with which to express, the creature acted methodically, with only the slightest gestures of interest. The other positioned itself next to Wendy’s head. Even without eyes, it appeared to study a screen of its own. Tendrils from its body raised and operated the device like fingers. A quick sequence of characters flashed up on the screen in front of Wendy. She could decipher none of them, until they all changed at once into that of her own language.

‘Human woman, no harm will come,’ the words read. ‘We assess body for ticklish energy.’ The creature at her feet lifted its furry tendrils The hairs latched onto and attacked her plush, squirming toes. They stroked and caressed and fed off of every ticklish nerve that they could reach and taste. Wendy screamed with laughter. She tried to shake her head, to thrash her entire body, but she could only twitch in place for the monsters keeping her captive.

“NAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!! PLEEHAHAHASSE!! DON’T TICKLE MEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE!!!” Wendy cried out. The ticklish fur caressed all over Wendy’s tiny toes. They brushed across the pearly pink pads. They slipped in between and reached underneath. The tickling hairs involved Wendy’s toes, feasting off of their sensitivity. Wendy continued to flail her feet, but the creature became better accustomed to her movements, able to predict the woman’s reactions and keep the tickles locked in place. Tears streamed down Wendy’s face as she squealed with laughter. The tickles rising from her feet poured through her entire body. They worsened with every breath, her mind able to process less and less of her ticklish plight until every thought became basic and instinctual. The creature by her head chirped another few soft giggly sounds as more text appeared on the screen.

‘Human woman require motor input supplementation,’ the text read. ‘We employ manual override.’ The creature at Wendy’s feet pulled back. The woman sucked in a deep breath through the momentary relief from the tickles. Her feet continued to tingle after the hairs had been removed. She heaved and struggled to catch her breath while the other creature kept its attention on the screen. Several lights flashed across the device atop Wendy’s head. It beeped and rumbled, responding to the creature's actions. Wendy could only focus on catching her breath. Sweat dripped down her face and neck. She sniffled and blushed, her naked body burning through her ticklish ordeal.

“Pl-please… please… take me home…” Wendy knew not how to communicate with the creatures, or if they were even real, but did all that she could in her situation. She pleaded and begged. Her fear left her trembling and her anticipation left her far more sensitive and aware of their ticklish intentions. The creature at the screen moved its tendril in a distinct way. Wendy’s feet shot back, pointing straight up and as still as could be. Wendy tried to look down, sure that something had grabbed a hold of her toes and yanked them all back. However, Wendy felt nothing holding onto her toes. The movement was orchestrated by her own muscles, her own command. She tried to point them back down. She tried to wiggle or move them any way that she could, but both feet stood upright and perfectly flexed.

“Wha… what…” Wendy laid puzzled. She tried more and more to move her feet, unable to fight against her own body keeping them motionless. They remained perfectly in place. Her soles pointed toward the creature down below. Every extremely sensitive nerve was fully exposed and vulnerable to more maddening tickles. Both creatures almost seemed to giggle through their snickering speech. Wendy’s eyes widened. Her lips quivered as she tried to look up at the creature, pleading with her stare. “N-no, please! Please… not my feet… I can’t take anymore…” The creature snickered and made an input on its screen. Text flashed before Wendy’s eyes.

‘Manual speech,’ it said before another word scrawled across for Wendy to see. ‘“Coochie”.’

“Coochie,” the word slipped out of Wendy's mouth. It came before her mind could even command the action. Her brows furrowed with dread.

“‘Coochie”.’

“Coochie,” Wendy said again, against her will. She swallowed and whimpered pitifully. She braced herself, waiting through a long pause before reading again.

‘“Coo”.’

“Coo,” Wendy said.

A hellish surge of tickles erupted through the woman’s body. The creature down at her feet resumed its furry swiping. It moved its tendrils effortlessly up and down and all over Wendy’s soles. Unlike the previous bout of ticklish torment, both of Wendy’s feet remained perfectly still. They stayed upturned and motionless, leaving her highly ticklish soles fully vulnerable. An explosion of laughter burst from her mouth. Wendy shrieked and screamed through ticklish laughter, feeling all of what she had before but so much more direct.

“NAAAAAAAAAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! STAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!!” Wendy cried. The hairs on the creature’s fur ravished Wendy’s poor, bare feet. With her unable to flail them, or even move them so much as a twitch, the creature could fully explore each ticklish foot with ease. The hairs scratched and scribbled against her small, blushing soles. They located every single ticklish nerve and picked at them with immaculate precision. Never before had Wendy experienced tickling as unbearable. Her delicate little feet stayed completely still by their control while the creature scoured both of them with its ticklish touch. Wendy’s eyes rolled. Her body fought to thrash against the binds. Her chest and stomach jiggled with the endless streams of laughter pouring from her mouth. With each gasping breath, she became more awake and more sensitive to the tickles devouring her feet.

The creatures giggled to one another. The tendrils stroked methodically up and down, allowing the thousands of hairs scribbled and glide over her soles like fingers. The beast up at the screen observed the symbols and characters that flashed across it. It studied Wendy’s explosive reactions. It monitored the wavelengths of her mind, observing her thoughts and sensory reception. It gazed over Wendy like she was an experiment. It responded with enthusiasm to the woman’s ticklishness, feeding off of her suffering for reasons beyond Wendy’s understanding. All she knew was tickles. All she could feel and process were the tickles gushing through her body up from her helpless feet.

“PLEAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! PLEEAAASSSHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!!” Wendy laughed like a little girl again. Her ticklishness had exceeded any that she had ever felt before. Sweat glazed her naked body. Her arms and legs pulled uselessly at their binds, but her feet were perfectly stationary, despite the torturous tickles pulsing through them. They blushed and burned, sweating as they felt every tickle and every slight brush of hair. They too screamed to be able to move. Wendy’s mind begged for the freedom to be able to do just that. But the motor control had been taken from her. The position of her feet was at the mercy of the other creature while its kin extracted a foot tickling worse than any she could have ever imagined.

The tickling lasted longer than Wendy’s perception of time could comprehend. It continued beyond the point where time still mattered. Her body was ablaze with the tickles concentrated at her tiny, delicate feet. For the captors, it appeared so easy. One gently stroked two tendrils while its hairs danced freely across Wendy’s defenseless soles while the other stood and watched over a screen. Each stood at their stations as if remaining there was as easy and natural as existing. For Wendy, however, every passing second came worse than the last. With each quaking breath, her entire body grew more and more sensitive. Beyond her feet, Wendy could feel more clearly the coolness in the air. She picked up more vibrations from where the creatures had taken her. She became perpetually aware of everything that made contact with her body. And yet, none of it resonated in her conscious mind as the tickles endured by her feet kept her in a stasis of complete hysteria.

“AAAAAAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! MMMAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!” Wendy screamed. There was no getting used to the sensations. The creatures made sure of that. Every pass of the tendrils from her heels to her toes came more intense than the last. The hairs reached everywhere. They stroked over the same spots over and over again with each stroke. They became especially fond of Wendy’s toes. They danced and brushed freely over Wendy’s ticklish digits without the impediment of them squirming and curling. The hairs delighted on scribbling underneath at each little stem. They wiggled in between and brushed the highly sensitive webbed spaces. They skittered and scratched each bubbly pink pad. Each little toe stayed perfectly still through it all and accepted their ticklish fate.

When the tendrils withdrew again, Wendy gasped for air. Her chest and stomach and jaw ached through the constant streams of laughter. Her arms and legs had grown weak from thrashing and pulling in their binds. Wendy’s eyes rolled and fluttered. Her body burned. Sweat trickled all over her figure. Her feet remained perfectly flexed by the creature’s control. Her head swam. The strange room spun around her. Her worries and fears about where she had been taken seemed to vanish through the boundless tickling. The torment became all that she could comprehend of the present. She knew not where to look or what to say. As her breathing steadied, she could only babble with exhaustion.

“Pl… pl…” Wendy stuttered. The creatures studied her recovery. They spoke to one another through mocking giggle sounds.  The beast at the screen glided its tendril in peculiar ways, relaying messages that showed before Wendy as illegible symbols. Each came with a sea of dread that her ticklish endeavor would continue further. The creature input more strange characters beneath the section that housed the mapping of her mind, to the best of her deductive understanding. More lights flashed across the headpiece. A sudden warmth shot through Wendy’s body. It tingled at first, then churned in a familiar way. It relaxed her to some degree, letting her muscles unclench. Wendy closed her eyes and continued to breathe heavily. She imagined someone coming to her rescue. For reasons unknown, the face of Manford popped into her mind, letting her lips twitch into a smile. She thought of him bursting through the wall, fighting back the monsters, lifting her in his arms, and whisking her off home. The images accompanied the tingles rushing through her, adding soft moans to Wendy’s heavy breathing

While Wendy laid back and allowed the visions to wash her in a briefly relieved sensation of pleasure, two oddly shaped cups lowered from the ceiling above her by thick metal tubes. Wendy opened her eyes to see them slowly descended toward her chest. Panic returned. She shifted anxiously, her eyes wide as she begged more through her capture.

“N-no… please… please… let me go…” Wendy pleaded. The beast at the screen helped guide the clear cups down, aimed right above her breasts. Wendy begged right up to the moment the two cups touched down. They latched onto her breasts with mild suction, stuck perfectly centered over her nipples. The light tugging added to the burn favoring her body. Her nipples perked, growing more and more sensitive and stimulated. Wendy winced, but could not fight against the pleasured groans that escaped her lips. Her cheeks glowed a bright shade of cherry. Her bare slit began to glisten.

After several moments of stimulating suction, both cups vibrated slightly as a hole opened for the tube. Wendy could just barely see through the clear lining of the cups. She clenched, not knowing what to expect next from her otherworldly captors. As the cups opened for the tubes, several small balls of fur fell atop her nipples. The fur was the same that made up the larger creatures facilitating her ticklish torment. The balls were small, about the size of gumballs that Wendy would occasionally treat herself to from an old fashioned dispensary at the town convenience store. They were covered entirely in the strange hair, the strands of which began reacting immediately to the delicate nerves of Wendy’s nipples.

"No nooaaahahahahahaaaa!!! Eeeekkkhehehehe!!" Wendy started to giggle. About three small fur balls had been released onto each nipple. The individual hairs moved as if drawn to the highly sensitized spots around her areolas. They traversed like bottom dwelling sea creatures, alive and moving despite showing no clear indication of being anything more than a ball of protrusions. The hairs reached for the delicate bulbs of her nipples. They clung to the spots, scribbling and gliding their fine ticklish tools across her skin. The tickles built quickly as each ball found a spot around her nipples to lap away at her ticklish nerves. They latched on and feasted away at the ticklish energy as if that was their sole purpose.

"Naaaahhhahahahahahahaaaa!!! Staaahahahahahap!! Whahahahat is thaaahahahat?!?" Wendy squealed. The concentration of the tickles came as unbearable to her senses as the tickles themselves. Her whole body exploded with a surge of tickles all resonating from her vulnerable nipples. The tiny creatures surrounded her perking bulbs. Every hair skittered across the skin, each casting wave after wave of tickles riddling her senses. The delicate suction kept her nipples attentively enduring every little tickle while every breathy laugh made Wendy feel more and more of their devilish effects.

The creatures watched on and studied the woman. Wendy, enduring the new ticklish torment, screamed through her laughter. Her body reduced back to thrashing feebilishly and pulling at her binds. Tears streamed from her eyes. Her belly and chest gnawed through the forced laughter. The tickles at her nipples came, as well, with a clenching ache within her pelvis. Her naked groin pulsed with a pressure that burned to be released. It built more and more through her torment, creating an additional factor to Wendy's sensory nightmare.

"STAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAPPP!!! OH GAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAD!!!" Wendy cried out. The cups remained firmly locked onto her nipples while the scurrying creatures mindlessly continued their ticklish feast. Both of the larger creatures observed how Wendy fared against the treatment. The one at her feet watched the woman’s body while the other kept its attention on the screen in front of it. It would occasionally create inputs of senseless characters, but nothing that Wendy could determine with a clear mind.

Sweat and tears trickled from her body. As like before, the tickling continued with little indication for how long it lasted and how long it would end up lasting. Wendy was rooted in the present with tickling. The sensory overload slowly chipped away at her conscious perception. Thinking was endlessly interrupted by the surges of tickles devouring her awareness. The smaller creatures played carelessly with the woman's sensitive nipples. Every brush of hair was its own pulse of tickles that left her body squirming and her mind screaming. The persistence compounded the ticklish effects. Every second felt longer than the last. Wendy cried out with ticklish laughter until she was gasping for air, forced to remain enduring the ticklish mayhem.

As the cups sucked tighter onto her breasts, a similar cup descended from above her. It came down closer to her hips and was a longer, oval shape. The inside was lined with the same hairs that made up nearly everything around her. They squirmed from inside the cup, reaching out to Wendy’s burning, ticklish body. Wendy was far too deep in hysteria to notice, tear eyes spilling the tears of a constant laughing fit. The creature lowered the new cup down to her body. It hovered over her upper thighs and positioned itself directly above the woman’s aching pussy. The closer it came, the more the tickling hairs reached and squirmed. They hungered for the delicate nerves that they could sense from afar.

When the cup made contact, it fit directly over Wendy's entire slit. Wendy let out a loud shriek as the hairs met the highly sensitive area, already beginning to scribble and brush.

"FAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!! OH GAAHAHAHAHD STAHAHAHAHAHAHP!!!" Wendy had no previous reference to how ticklish her pussy was, but her wildest estimation would have greatly been understated. Every tiny hair reached and toyed with its own spot. Over and over again, they brushed. Wendy’s overwhelming sensitivity felt every single one of them. Her body jerked and thrashed. She shrieked with laughter, unable to fight back against the pleasurable burning that accompanied the maddening tickles. Every moment, every tickle, made the pressure building within push harder and harder. The new cup activated its own force of suction. It brought itself tighter against the area while pulling more blood and nerves to Wendy’s trembling pussy. The hairs reached all over. They brushed every single spot continuously. They pushed into her hole and scribbled as far as they could. They covered her clit with quick ticklish caresses.

"SHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAA!!! NNNAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAMMMMMM!!!" Wendy bellowed moaning laughter. All of the tickling hairs kept Wendy effectively stimulated. The tickles raged through her body and mind. The pressure that burned beneath her pussy pulsed, pressing more and more against the surface. It begged for release. It swelled and screamed and pulsed to be relieved. The tickles pushed Wendy to the edge. They reduced her mind's primary functions to their basic, reactionary states. She had no means of fighting back. As much as she yearned to be free from the tickles, they drove her body to give in. A few hellish seconds of brushing against her clit was all it took.

"MMMMMMMMOOOOOHHHHHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!! OOOHHHHHHAHAHAHAAAA!!" Wendy cried out as she released the pressure. An explosive climax raged through her person. It pulsed for a time beyond Wendy's comprehension. The orgasm came far greater than any she had ever felt before. It tore through her body like stormy waves. And yet, as satisfying as it was to release, Wendy had little means to appreciate the experience. The tickles continued. They ravished her nipples and pussy, licking at the areas newly sensitized. The tickles kept getting less and less bearable. No matter how intense they became against Wendy’s delicate frame, she endured it all.

The creatures observed closely how Wendy reacted during her orgasm. They kept the cups in place, understanding that her climax only made her more receptive to the tickles. She laughed harder. Her heart raced faster. She produced ample amounts of ticklish energy. And the pressure that she exhibited quickly returned. Against her wishes, her body regained an arousal to the tickles that brought her back to the breaking point. The creatures allowed what happened to happen again. Over and over. One after another, Wendy climaxed. Each made her more delirious and sensitive. The tickles came worse for her after every rousing eruption, and yet she knew that she would simply orgasm again to their effect until the tickles stopped.

The tickles did not stop. While the creatures observed her body's reactions, they continued pushing further and further into a state of ticklish hysteria. The creature down at Wendy's feet began pulling away. It retreated to grab a shallow, rectangular slab and brought it back over to Wendy. The other beast remained at the screen. It input a few characters that became immediately translated.

'Human woman acceptable specimen,' the words read out. Wendy’s eyes were far too clouded with tears to read, even if her mind could process the words. 'Human woman adopted as energy cell.' The two creatures spoke with one another while Wendy endured the ticklish torment of her nipples and pussy. The creature at Wendy’s feet attached the slab to the bottom of the stretcher Wendy had been bound to. It latched on by a hinge that hung from the bottom, where Wendy’s feet were still flexed and perfectly immobile.

"GAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! NAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!" Wendy could only laugh. Eventually, she stopped recognizing when her body would orgasm. Each one bled into the next. All she knew was the tickles ravishing her petite figure worsening by the second. On the slab attached by the other creature, two holes appeared shaped to Wendy's feet. The inside of each was lined with the same scribbling fur. Thousands of strands eagerly reached for her soles. They wiggled and brushed at the air to try and get to them. The beast at the screen made an input and the slab began lifting to close around Wendy’s bare feet.

"NAAAAHHHAAHHHHHHHAMMMMMOOOHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! SAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Wendy wailed with ticklish laughter. Slowly, the slab closed around her feet. Short walls on her sides rose from the stretcher and locked it into place. In an instant, the hairs began attacking her soles. All at once they wiggled and scribbled against Wendy’s extremely ticklish feet. Not a single cell was spared from the tickles that pulsed through them over and over again. Each hair swished like feathers and scratched like fingers. They covered all over her heel and traced up her arch. They wedged underneath and in between her toes while lapping at each individual digit. Wendy’s hysteria reached extremes that her mind was not fit to comprehend, and yet she felt all of it. Every hair, every little scribble, it all came to her in bursting waves of tickles that devoured her mental stability.

The stretcher binding Wendy down covered her with shallow walls on all sides. It began to rumble. While Wendy endured her ticklish torture, the stretcher started to move. The woman was unable to apprehend anything else beyond the tickling. She thrashed and screamed and babbled with incoherent laughter. The ticklish hairs danced along her nipples and plunged against her pussy. Most of the efforts, however, were focused on her petite, helpless feet, which became more sensitive by the breath and with each new orgasm. Despite the incomprehensible tickles scribbling against them, Wendy’s feet remained perfectly still. They stayed pulled back and exposed by the effects that the creature and their devices had over her body.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! STAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!” Wendy screams echoed far away. The tickles continued as the creatures led Wendy atop the stretcher out of the room. Wendy only had the screen in front of her to see, reading nothing useful behind her teary eyes.

The strange beasts brought Wendy to a large room. It buzzed with a humming that was equally as electronic as it was oddly mystical. Glowing tubes and wires fed from the walls toward a massive orb contained on a far side. It pulsed with light and emitted most of the strange humming sounds. It was kept behind a clear tube, where it channeled the energy carried by the wires into a whirring engine. Wendy was brought to a vacant hole in the wall. Her stretcher lined up to the shape of the hole perfectly. Slowly, the creatures eased her inside. Her screaming laughter steadily became distant and muffled, yet remained just as ceaseless. An endless darkness enveloped Wendy, the eerie vacancy glaring back at her once more. Her mind was far too gone to care. The tickles had become her exclusive focus, her state of being reduced to a quivering, laughing mound of nerves.

The stretcher pushed all the way in. In an instant, Wendy’s laughter vanished, continuing only for her ears alone. All that remained was the opposite side of the slab, containing the hairs tickling her feet and making up the missing portion of the wall. It became a third screen. Wendy’s vitals and most basic information read back to the aliens in their language. The wires connected to Wendy’s cell began to illuminate and feed into the massive orb powering the engines. The creatures stood by. One raised its tendrils to make the final translated inputs.

‘Human woman supply energy through stimulation,’ it wrote out for Wendy in the cell. ‘Assess again next solar cycle.’