TICKLE MACHINE - Different versions

Here are a bunch of different versions with less feathers and one without the shadows and light.

Here is the story this drawing was made for:

Serial Tickles

You open your eyes after what feels like a long nap, but when you do everything remains pitch black.. you.. you seem to be blindfolded. You start to get nervous and try to feel at your face, wanting to remove the blindfold, but your hands won't budge.. they are tied up. You feel warm and your skin shimmers with sweat caused by something radiant and hot, coming from above. It must be a light of some kind, but you can't see anything. You utter words into the void, but there's no reaction.. not even an echo.. you seem to be alone.

Soon after, you hear a loud metal clang a few yards in front of you. It's followed by a sharp metallic creak and stops with the sound of something slamming shut. You hear my footsteps getting closer, I'm walking right at you, my prey. The room you’re in is bright and in the middle.. you, shackled to an old-fashioned dentist chair that's bolted to the floor of my torture chamber. My footsteps stop right in front of you and you start to feel a gentle breath of air being blown onto your skin. It starts at your neck and quickly moves down to your tummy and crotch. Your moist and sweaty skin trembles at the idea of me doing something to it.. you’re so tremendously vulnerable.. if only you knew what I am about to do to you.. "You're in for some fun." you hear me whisper into your ear, causing you to jerk back out of surprise. “Aww, don’t be afraid, darling. I won’t hurt you.. atleast not yet.” I grin slyly as I start to circle the dentist chair. “Wh..who are you? Where a-am I?? What are you gonna do to me?” you stutter nervously. “Ssshhhh-ush.. soooo many questions..” I reply while continuously walking in circles around you. “You’re in no position to ask questions, my dear.” I whisper as I glide my fingers over your thighs from behind you and spider them all the way up your sides and ribs, sticking around those precious little tickle spots for a while. You gasp and try to jerk around, but it’s of no use.. you’re tied too tightly to the dentist chair. Giggles are starting to form within you, but you refuse to let them out. “Awww are you a little ticklish??” I tease as I continue tormenting your skin. “N-noo!” you squeak, slightly giggling. “Yeah.. you can lie all you want. I’m not gonna stop doing this to you for a while.” I smile as I scribble my hands over your tummy and gently walk them towards your inner thighs, where I gently glide my fingers up and down your sensitive skin. That seems to do the trick, because as soon as I start doing that you burst out in sweet girlish giggles. “Hehehehe nnohohoo!! STOP IT! Hahahaha” You yell out while trying to fight the ticklish sensations. “You cahahan’t do this to me, you freak!! You’re sohohoho screwed once I get out of these damn cuffs!!” You threaten.

“Freak?! Well that’s not very nice now is it?” I ask, ceasing the tickles. I reach for my breast pocket and pull two wonderfully long feathers out of it. “Besides.. who says I’m gonna let you go?” I say while tracing the feathers right along your inner thighs and right over your crotch, gently tracing them along your pussy lips, making your legs shake slightly. “N-NO!! Not there you assholeeee!!” you scream, right before bursting out in sweet melodic laughter. “Such a potty mouth.. I made the right decision swooping your ass off the street.” I say proudly as I continue torturing your poor pussy with ticklish finesse. “AAHAHAHAAARGHH WHAT HAVE I EVER DONE TO YOU?!” You scream at the top of your lungs. “Hmmmmm.. nothing in particular really.. you were just in the right place at the right time.” I giggle as I gently flick one of the feathers over your clit a few times. You accidentally let out a little moan through your laughter, catching even yourself by surprise. “NO! NONONONO!! Dohohon’t you dare!!” You angrily laugh. “I MEAN IT, YOU’RE GON-NAHAHA PAY FOR THIHIHIS!!” You threaten once again. I slowly stop tickling and take a step back to grab one of my tickle machines. It’s a medieval looking box with long legs and it's on wheels. It contains all kinds of tickle tools, but my favorites are the feathers that aim right for your private parts, nipples and belly button. The holy trinity, if you will. I set it up right in front of you, but instead of turning it on, pushing it against your skin, and leaving you here to suffer for a while I stand right next to it, quietly, and observe you, my latest victim.

I remain like that for a few minutes and I can see you’re slowly starting to get anxious.. “Helloooo??” you call out. “Yes?” I quickly reply. “I-I thought you were gone..” you whimper hopelessly. “No.. I was merely observing you. You’re quite gorgeous you know? Such luscious hair and beautiful skin..” I observe, followed by an awkward silence. “T-thanks, I guess..” You respond. “You’re very welcome, dear.” I smile as I caress your cheek. “Why are you doing this to me?” you ask nervously. “Oh, It’s nothing personal really. Like I said, you were in the right place at the right time.. buuut, then again.. I’ve been treated like shit by beautiful women like you my entire life.. and this is my way of getting revenge.” I say with a more sinister tone. “This has gotta be a joke right?!” you laugh nervously, as you move your head around hoping to catch a glimpse of who it is you’re dealing with. “On the contrary. This is as real as it gets.” I giggle. “You gotta be shitting me.. who even does that?! Tickle someone t-to what? Death?” you stutter. I laugh as I push some buttons on the tickle device, getting it ready for action. “Well that would be me!” I smile. “No, please! You can’t do this to me! I’m innocent!!”. “Try telling that to good guys like me that you’ve been stepping on your entire life!” I say, hitting you with the facts. “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! DO I KNOW YOU OR SOMETHING?!” you yell out. “If I do, I’m really sorry for what I’ve done okay!! Please, you have to forgive me!” you add, while on the verge of tears. “Oh, me? I go by many names.. and like I said, I don’t know you, but you know what? Let’s make it interesting. If you can correctly guess who I am I’ll let you go! I promise!” I smile with crossed fingers behind my back. “But first.. some more fun!” I laugh as I slowly push the tickle machine in your direction, setting you up for your ticklish demise.

THE END.