Zoe giggled and screamed as the Feathermons' feathered hands stroked all over her almost completely exposed torso. "Stop it! Please! Aaaaaahahahahaha!" she cried, her face fading to a crimson red. One of the Feathermon moved both its arms over to her soft, smooth tummy and bellybutton, stroking and brushing all along her belly. "NO-HOHO!! Aah! Wahahahaha! Aaaahahahaaaa!!!" Then, three of the Feathermon retracted their tickling hands and withdrew more shackles, attached as a part of their hands. They used these to further restrain Zoe's arms and legs, leaving her almost entirely immobilized and at the mercy of Ticklemon and the one Feathermon. Both Ticklemon and Feathermon moved to her upper body and went to work thoroughly tickling and stroking her armpits, ribs, navel, and belly. Zoe continued to plead for them to stop, between girlish laughs, saying she would do anything but be tickled. The two Digimon only enjoyed her pleas. On this went for minutes which seemed like hours to the helpless, half-naked girl who was getting a bellybutton fingering and rib massaging like never before.

What happens to Zoe next? YOU decide! & make it good...!