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The hardwood floor beneath me is so cold against my bare skin I’m almost shivering as I’m biting on the gag that’s been fastened in my mouth. I’m trying to fight my way out of these ropes, but goddamn, Penguins rope work is impeccable. I’m almost as impressed as I am frustrated and humiliated.

I feel the light tickle of a feather along the soles of my feet that sent an electrifying shiver up my spine. I instinctively jump and writhe around. “MMMMF! AHHHHMMMFFF -“ “A jumpy girl, ain’t ya?” Penguin says to interrupt my gibberish. “MMMMMPPPHHHH” I attempt to shriek out as Penguin is continuously caressing the sensitive arches of my feet with with the long haired feathers he’s pulled out of his jacket pocket. “Maybe next time you’ll remember how I have you here, right now, tied up and begging for mercy that isn’t coming anytime soon.”

I wiggle and squirm myself around harder as he tickles me, practically looking like I’m having an epileptic seizure. I find myself squirming all over the floor maniacally and biting down on my lip so hard to avoid laughing I fear I may bust my bottom lip. I’m also afraid Penguin might get a little too much of a kick out of that if I do.

“Now, what do we say, are you gonna give Penguin a smile?” Penguin asks me this as he starts to remove the gag. He’s a stout and small man but he crouches down to get at eye level with me. Once my mouth is finally set free I hock up as much spit as I can and aim for his eye but barely miss. “Your funeral.” He says to me when he gets up, let’s out a moan of exasperation and leaves my sight.

Suddenly I feel a tug at my ankle and I find myself being swept across the floor like a rag doll. It’s Penguin dragging me across the floor by the ropes he’s tied around my ankles and I scream. “You’re the perfect little test dummy.” Penguin says as he’s knelt down, whispering in my ear. “Test dummy for what?” I ask. Penguin gives me his back. “TEST DUMMY FOR WHAT?!” I repeat. He’s rummaging around in a dark corner where I can’t see a thing he’s doing but I do hear his maniacal laughter.

I hear wheels turning against the floor. He’s pulling out a large robot like machine placed on top of a dolly. It’s got multiple appendages pointing outward. “Wh-wha-whatcha got there?” I ask. He laughs but otherwise completely ignores my questions as another man, a man dressed in a black trench coat and top hat, holds me down to the ground as I start to feel the tight grip of the ropes loosen up on my ankles and wrists. They throb as they’re set free.

I breathe out a sigh of relief but the moment doesn’t last long. Penguins sidekick here picks me up by my underarms and effortlessly throws me up against the wall and holds me in place as Penguin tosses around a roll of black duct tape. He bites the tape and pulls.

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Before I know it I’m restrained again but this time without the rope. But God knows I tried to fight it. Penguin covered my body in duct tape to hold me up against the wall. Arms spread out wide, legs spread out wider, if that’s even possible. I suppose I should also mention that whatever remaining underwear I had on was also cut right off my body. As if I wasn’t humiliated enough.

Oh, and to add to the bullshit, I’m blindfolded. Something about how he wants my “raw reaction” to whatever he’s about to do to me, doesn’t want me to see it coming. Whatever.

“EHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” I let out a raucous laughter as I feel a gentle breeze of touch against the soles of my feet and I try to start kicking as a knee-jerk reaction. But obviously, I was having a bit of a hard time. Being duct taped to the wall and all that. “HAHAHAHAHAHA” I scream out as I start to feel more tingles and tickles. Not only did I feel this overwhelming tickling sensation on my feet, but it was now spreading to my under arms, my inner thighs and my sides simultaneously. I. Couldn’t. Fucking. Breathe. I couldn’t take it. “What am I supposed to do with you? A girl like you, in this vulnerable position?” I hear Penguin ask.

“Please. Whatever it is you want. Whether you want me to get off your back, if you want Batman to cool it too, you’ve got it! Just fucking let me GO!” He responds with a chuckle and “nah, too easy. Too soon.” He rips the blindfold off of me. What I see standing in front of me is the robotic-like machine with with huge fluffy feathers attached to each of its 8 appendages. Penguins little friend was standing there behind it, operating the thing on behalf of his friend. Whatever he’s pulling, I see one of the feathers being raised and pointed gently toward my thighs.

It glides its way softly up my left thigh and it tickles so much I’m left shaking. “PLEASE!” I yell out. “PLEASE JUST LET ME G-“ before I finish begging for mercy I feel a sensation between my legs. The feather is tickling the outside of my lips to the point where I’m starting to feel myself throb between the legs and I can feel myself getting wet. “Fuck,” I think to myself “this man has no fucking shame. And neither do I.” I hate how quickly I give in and melt. I let myself go limp to give in to the teasing pleasure of feeling the feather so close to my most sensitive areas.

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