Jealousy

Story by Retal Grim

Writing Contest Participant #4

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It had been some time since she captured her new prey. The hunt was different this time as her new prisoner wasn't her favorite hero, but instead another villainess by the name of “Duchess”. Huntress sat in her comfy black office chair with a tablet in hand, eyeing her new catch. On a large padded table in front of her, laid a young white woman with long platinum blond hair that covered her left eye. The helpless captive had sharp bony horns protruding from her head and large black feather wings tied up behind her back. She had worn what appeared to be a gray body suit, however, it had been torn mostly to shreds thanks to her captor. Most of her beautiful and shapely body was exposed with the exception of her breasts and between her legs which were covered by the scrap remains of her now destroyed body suit.

Huntress hadn't originally planned on targeting anyone else other than her beloved hero Slayer, however, this villainess had attempted to use her powers to mind control Slayer into working for her. Huntress wasn't going to allow that to happen, and now she sought to teach Duchess a lesson she desperately needed to learn for her misdeeds.

Her prey's arms were stretched above her head, and her legs cuffed tight at the foot of the white padded table. Running the length of the table on both the sides and top were various closed slots that housed devious contraptions and tools that would soon drive their captor mad with hysteria. The room itself was one Huntress had used many times before to enjoy herself with her other prey. It was a large open white washed room with a cold gray steel floor. Multiple cameras hung from the ceiling from metal arms that occasionally moved to get a different view. Other than the table and Huntress's office chair, the room was void of furniture or tapestry. A large metal double door adorned the wall in the far corner, being the only way in or out of the room.

Suddenly, the captive villainess stirred a little, her eyes clamping shut in the lighting, only to open a little, revealing pinkish purple eyes with heart shaped retinas. They were hypnotizing to look into, a common tactic the villainess would use to get whatever she wanted. Disoriented, the helpless woman looked around, only to look even more confused by her situation.

“Might I ask where I am? Last thing I remember, I was making a withdrawal from the bank.” questioned the clueless prisoner.

“You were attempting to bother a hero I am particularly fond of, and I would rather you didn't bother him with your overrated powers. Now.... you will be punished for spoiling my fun and ruining my night.” sighed Huntress, her face unnaturally deadpan for the situation.

“You have got.. HMMFFFF!” started Duchess, interrupted by a fluffy red feather attached to a metal arm that had suddenly emerged from one of the slots on the table. It started slow, teasing her side gently with maddeningly soft strokes. “HMMHMHMHM!!! You cahahan't be serious. Whahay is it tihihicklihihing?”

Duchess was surprised, but that didn't cause her to falter. Despite the gentle feathering of her side, she kept her resolve and other than when she spoke, only a few giggles escaped her lips. Her hips bucked a little as she tried to move away from the dastardly feather, only to cause the restraints at her arms to stretch and little more, causing her belly to sway back into the feather.

Huntress was uncharacteristically bored by the entire situation. Her eyes rarely moved from the data streaming across her tablet left and right. After a few more moments of looking at the tablet, she pressed a button on the touch screen and immediately a second feather appeared to assault Duchess's other side, but that wasn't all. Two small metal brackets popped out of the foot of the table and aligned themselves with her flailing pedicured feet. Once in place, they latched around the helpless woman's toes and pulled them taut, forcing both of her feet into a defenseless pose. With a click, two more slots opened and little mechanical hands with sharp nails rose towards the panic struck appendages. Without warning, they quickly went to work scraping and scratching at her arches. One hand would gently scratch along each crevice and crack while the other would just skitter along the soft flesh with astounding speed.

Duchess threw her head back in both panic and laughter as the nails surprised her, but she quickly recomposed herself and stifled her laughter almost as soon as she released it. Despite this, the hands didn't give her time to rest and attacked their targets with reckless abandonment, as they started to really pick up the pace and speed up. She raised her head, and shot Huntress the worst evil eye anyone could imagine before falling back onto the table to continue fighting the urge to vomit her laughter for the whole room to see, her face slowly turning pink from the stimulation.

Her body shook and spasmed with as much room as it could get in its predicament. Unfortunately, the restraints were tight and gave little room for movement. Soon, another few slots opened near her forehead, and a metal band wrapped itself around Duchess's head, forcing it to stay in place as two makeup brushes emerged next to her ears. Without warning, the brushes went to work on the young woman's already peach colored ears. They gently swirled and swished in them, causing each bristle to tickle individually in a torturous manner that shook the helpless woman to her core. Her occasional bouts of giggles came far more often and even a short laugh would escape from time to time despite her desperately biting her lips in the attempt to keep them closed.

Finally, Huntress took interest in the situation, her eyes drawn to the pinkish red glow that was slowly forming on her prey's face and body. Huntress's eyes shined for the first time that whole night, only to quickly return to her tablet so she could press another few buttons on the screen. Suddenly, a large white fluffy buffer popped out and plopped itself onto the captives stomach. It was soft and tickly, but it didn't spin, just sat there as if tormenting Duchess with anticipation.

As she stared at the buffer, expecting it to start at any time, she was suddenly assaulted by the feeling of a stiff feather stroking down her spine between her wings. With a yelp, she bucked heavily against the padded table, only for the buffer to start up and begin polishing her defenseless belly. Some strands of fur from the buffer managed to make their way into the pitiful woman's navel and swept along the inner fleshy walls.

“FFIAHAHAHAHAIINEEHEHEHEHEE!!! IHAHAHAI'M SOHAHAHARY!!!

PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!!!” screamed Duchess and laughter burst from her lungs in an incredible display, her face a tomato red from all the laughter.

“Hmmm, maybe I can stop it all for you... but have you learned your lesson yet? Have you learned to leave my Slayer to me?” asked Huntress in a coy tone, her face slowly growing a little pink from the sight before her.

“YEHEHEHESSS!!! I PROHAHAHAHAMIHIHIHIHISSSEEEE!!!!!! IHIHI WIHIHIHILLLL!!!!!

PEHAHAHAHASE!!!!!” begged the now frantic Duchess, her body now covered in sweat from all the tickling.

“Hmmmm, I don't believe you, maybe a little more tickling would make you be more honest.” the captor giggled as she slid something up on the screen.

Suddenly, all the tools began to speed up, causing even more desperate laughter to erupt from Duchess's gasping mouth. To make matters worse, two spinning light brown scrub brushes made their way out of the table and began to target the helpless woman's vulnerable pits. Lazily, they pushed themselves into the weak flesh, scouring the skin an even darker shade of pink. Each bristle whittled what little resistance she had left away from her body. They would spin in little circles, then pull away for a brief moment, only to come crashing back into the sensitive armpits they so devilishly defiled before. Soon, her flailing began to slow, her energy finally starting to run on empty. Soon, Duchess had no strength to fight against the incoming tickling, leaving the tools open to attack any part of her sweaty pink body they pleased. She could raise no resistance as her body was ravished by the table beneath her.

“I think someone is starting to really enjoy themselves, maybe I should give you one last gift before I let you go.” teased Huntress as she pressed a large red button, her face clearly revealing her sheer ecstasy from the show she was putting on in front of her.

Without warning, three more buffers like the ones on Duchess's belly appeared over her. They were slightly smaller, but looked just as fuzzy and tickly as the other one. Two positioned themselves over Duchess's ample breasts, while the last one loomed over her womanhood.

“PLEAHAHAHASEE NOHOHOHO!!! PLEAHAHAHASEEE!!!!! IHAHA'LLL DIHIHIHIHIEE!!!” pleaded the captive with what remaining energy she had.

With a smile, Huntress pressed the big red button one more time, and the buffers went to work. With an incredible shriek and an impressive amount of strength, Duchess pushed up off the table for a few moments, only for the restraints to tighten and force her back down to the table for the tools to continue ravaging her most sensitive spots.

What remaining cloth covered her body was quickly swept away by the buffers. The two on her breasts assaulted her already erect nipples in a cold and heartless fashion, while the one on her womanhood seemed to home in on her clit and polished it till it shined and longer. Something welled up inside the captive, her heart raced and she felt herself giving in to the intense tickling. She felt herself enjoying it. Her smiling no longer seemed to have anything to do with the tickling, it was as if she was enjoying everything that was happening.

And finally.... it happened, her body spasmed intensely as pleasure erupted through her body. As she finished, the tools slowly began to stop and retreat back into the table, allowing Duchess a moment to rest. Her body still pink from the assault, gradually calmed down.

“I see you enjoyed yourself, now... are you going to mess with my hero anymore?” asked Huntress with an expectant look.

“I will do whatever you ask, just promise me you will let me have some more fun on this table some time. I... I think I love it.....” panted the still restrained woman, finally starting to calm down. Her cheeks still burned red as she continued to catch her breath.

Huntress was taken aback for a moment. She had never had someone who liked to be tickled, or at least not someone who would admit to it like this. But ideas began popping into her head, and a wide smile slowly crept upon her face.

“Maybe, if you don't mind me experimenting a little. I might have a use for you. And maybe, I might even let you help me have some fun with my Slayer.” amused the young woman as she looked at statistics and Duchess's vital signs on her tablet.

“Haha, I'll take you up on that offer, just don't forget about me...” giggled the tired woman on the table as she closed her eyes. Quickly, her consciousness faded, and she fell asleep where she laid.

“Don't worry about that.... You seem to be very amusing yourself.” whispered Huntress softly, as if to keep from waking up her newfound ally.

With the press of a few more buttons, Duchess's restraints opened, finally freed.

“Are you finished with your guest mam?” came a robotic voice from outside a faraway door.

“Yes Gladis, I am. Come get her and take her to the usual drop off point. I don't want her getting caught by the police. She might make for an interesting friend.” ordered Huntress, pleased with herself.