"Time to SCREAM" you grin as you pick up a thin, yet very soft feather, and approach Arianna's rear. She's sweating now, dreading the next move. The second the feather begins moving up and down her butt crack, Arianna loses all her composure.
"OH SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. YOU SICK BAHAHAHAHAHASTARD, STOP TICKLING MY ASS CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. IT TICKLES LIKE HELL, SOMEONE SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE ME" screamed Arianna as she began bouncing and thrashing, causing her exposed breasts to jiggle along with her movements. You say nothing, but continue to tickle her butt crack.
"NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAA. STOP THIS, YOU CREEP. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAFUCKINGHEEEEEEEEEEEEELL. HELP, SOMEONE HELP, AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OO. STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP.........STAHPSTAHPSTAHPSTAHPSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP. I CAN'T TAKE THIS KIND OF TOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOOOOOORTURE" screams Arianna. "Aw, the poor widdle agent has a ticklish ass crack? I think you'd better talk, toots" you tease. "FUCK...YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOO" screams Arianna in response to your teasing. You decide the duster on her thighs will loosen her tongue, so you call over a guard and instruct him to continue the feathering of her butt crack. He grins as he watches the woman's rear end bounce and jiggle in a futile attempt to escape his feather.
As you pick up the flexable feather duster and begin using it on Arianna's thighs, she loses all control.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. YOU PRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIHIHIHIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICKS. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU UUUUUUUUUUUUUUU. NOT MY THIGHS AND ASS CRACK, I CAN'T HANDLE THIS. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AA. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, THAT'S TOO CLOSE TO MY GENITALS. DON'T, DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON'T" shrieked Arianna with tears of laughter in her eyes. "Better talk, my dear. Or else...your gonna SUFFER" you tell the shrieking woman.
Just then, the woman shrieks something out at you through her laughter.
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