Doing your best to remain silent, the only sound that you could hear were your own quiet snickers, along with Shira’s hot breath against your ear. Deciding that complying with your new captor would be the best course of action for now, Shira gave another low chuckle. “That’s right cutie. Now come along. The night is still young, and if you play your cards right, there might be a reward waiting for you.”
Feeling a push on your back, you tried to ignore her soft chest as the brunette leads you into an adjacent room. As she gestured for you to disrobe before getting onto the large bed, you heard the door click shut while you quickly turned away with a furious blush, Shira winking as she pocketed the key by slipping it into her brassiere. “We can’t have you getting any weird ideas now, can we? Now, lie down.”
“D-Do you promise to let me go if I-” Not getting a chance to finish the sentence as the female fatale pounced on you, you felt the wind leave your lungs as Shira’s… tools occupied most of your vision, the pirate pressing a finger to your lips, her own curled into a seductive smile. “Of course, of course. But no more talking. Would you kindly lift your arms? Or do I need to call for help?”
Drumming her fingers against your sides to give extra incentive, you squirmed while hesitantly raising your hands to the head of the bed. Bringing out a small coil of rope hidden somehow behind her back, the pirate’s red lingerie rested inches away from your similarly colored cheeks as she leaned forward to bind your hands above your head, with your eyes all the while trying their best to tear away from the alluring sight.
“So obedient… If Captain Ruby would have given me permission, I would take you aboard our ship as my personal toy.” Smacking yourself mentally, you reprimanded yourself for missing the obvious opportunity. If the room was soundproofed to contain any sound you might make during your little ‘session’, nobody would have also known had you managed to turn the tables on your mischievous captor. However, it was too late for regrets. “But just for tonight, I’ll have you all to myself. As a reward for going along with my whims, I’ll show you a good night.”
Starting by slowly drumming her fingers along your bare sides, you instantly burst into giggles as your hips moved by themselves, trying to escape the digits which were barely making contact. “So ticklish! You might be even more ticklish than Yuki! How did you even keep quiet when I caught you just now… Ooh looking at you squirm makes me want to squirm as well!”
Giggling at her own antics, you saw her fingers trace teasing shapes along the circumference of your quivering belly. A large grin already plastered on your face, you were no match when Shira skittered her fingers up and down your front, wiggling a devious finger into your bellybutton. Screaming and bucking with ticklish laughter, Shira cooed as she held you down with her body. “Coochie Coochie Coo! Just look at that smooth belly! So ticklish as well! Tickle tickle tickle!”
With your mind going crazier with every mention of the word ‘ticklish’, the constant stream of laughter pouring from your mouth definitely wasn’t helping your cause either as Shira merely laughed at your attempts to escape, raking her fingers upwards to your ribs. Playing a game of counting each individual rib, Shira giggled at your hysterical expense, the pirate constantly managing to ‘lose count’ when she was almost finished.
“I’m so glad I kept you all to myself. If I had to share you with Yuki, I don’t think you would have lasted this long.” Catching your breath back in a rare moment of mercy, your lips quickly snapped shut as a lone nail traced its way back to your vulnerable stomach. Drawing maddeningly smaller circles with each pass, the smile on your cheeks grew wider by every second. Dipping low into your bellybutton while you sucked in a huge breath of air, the unexpected sensation of five nails scratching into your taut hollows sent you screaming and buckling into laughter again.
“How did you like my little trick? Yuki always falls for it, every time.” Snickering as she dug her other hand into your remaining underarm, the electrifyingly ticklish shocks doubled as you arched your back, your mouth open in silent scream before collapsing back into laughter, your begging’s of mercy garbled by your own ticklish mirth as your legs kicked uselessly by the end of the bed.
“Hmm… Come to think of it, I haven’t played with your feet yet. Are they twice as ticklish as the rest of your body? Or are you perhaps you a little tired? I may be a pirate, but I’m no slave driver.”
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