NecromanSara

In the heart of an ancient spruce forest lived a ronin named Kaede. She was a stoic figure and a more than capable warrior. However, the days of roaming the countryside in search of a stronger opponent were behind her. Eventually, she retreated to the forests, fashioning a cozy log cabin for her and her cat. Retired was her armor; she was much more content wearing a simple robe. The fabric, faded with time and use, blended with the natural hues of the forest she called home. Despite her peaceful lifestyle, her katana stayed close by her side at all times. Even in her retirement, it still found its way back into her hands one way or another. Her black hair, a cascade of untamed strands, framed a face that bore the subtle lines of a life lived in the pursuit of mastery. Much to her chagrin, a few grey hairs had made themselves known. She would never admit it, but while no one was looking, she would subtly pluck them from her head and burn them. "mrow" As she sipped from her tea

As I grip the steering wheel of my car, my eyes stay transfixed on the massive corporate office building towering over me. Inside, hundreds of people are busying themselves with paperwork and important meetings. I wish I could be one of them right now, but I'm not. Instead, I'm glancing at the medical sheet for the upcoming product testing that both my daughters and I will be participating in. It's hard to wrap my head around what I've gotten myself into, but the $1,500 check is too hard to pass up, especially nowadays. I know that Hope, my youngest daughter, has done this before to help pay for college books. While Divinity, my oldest, has only heard about it from friends, and has told me a few stories about how these sorts of things go. "It'll be fine Mom," Hope says, gently squeezing my shoulder. This does help, as it brings me back down to earth. She continues, "I swear I've done this like ten times already! But the people in charge are super nice and they'll make sure we're comfortable and safe." Divinity speaks up from the backseat, "I know they have a lot of aftercare stuff too. My friend Jessica did something with a lotion a few weeks back, and they even gave her a card for a month's worth of foot massages." "It'll be fine girls, I know I’m a little rattled by this stuff. It’s still new to me…" I turn my gaze to my daughters, "I’m glad I’m not doing this alone. But, are you two okay doing this?" Both Divinity and Hope nod their heads in agreement. I take a deep breath, and I leave the safety of my car to head into the large building. As I do I repeat the name over and over again in my head. "TKL Corp." As we walk through the large glass doors of the building, we’re immediately greeted by a kind looking young man dressed in a fine vest and tie with a pair of slacks. “Hello there, and welcome to TKL Corp. Do you three have an appointment with us today?” “Yes, it should be under Jones?” I say, almost having to force the words out. He types away at his computer and looks up. “Ah yes, I see here. Can I see your medical forms please, I’ll just type them in here.” As I hand over the forms, I begin to become far too aware of my own body. I’m not particularly bad looking, I actually feel and look very pretty for my age. I look at my dark caramel skin in the reflection of a glass mirror behind the man at the desk, I run my hands through my long thick black hair as I stare into my own eyes to escape how nervous and awkward I feel. I’m not nervous because of my body, despite having a little bit of weight on my tummy, (which is more from having two children than anything else) but being tickled on my tummy…I haven’t been tickled in years. Not since I was a little girl and my sisters would pin me down and tickle me till I cried out for my mom. But that was years ago, and I become aware of how long ago that was as the man reads aloud, “Gloria Jones, 46 years old, height 5” 6’.” I look to my daughters as he reads off their information. “Divinity Jones, 23 years old, height…” Divinity looks a lot like me when I was younger, from the same black hair that she likes to keep at shoulder length to the same brown almond eyes. I see how she’s dressed compared to me; I decided to go modest due to my own nerves, wearing a simple white button up blouse and some jeans. But Divinity, she decided to go with this cute off shoulder crop top and nice jeans. I couldn’t imagine exposing my tummy right now, but Divinity is very proud of her hourglass figure, and her softer, slightly plump tummy which is accented well by her top. My eyes flit over to my other daughter as I hear, “Hope, 19 years old…” My youngest, Hope, looks a bit more like my late husband than she does me. She has the same eyes as me, but like her sister, has a much darker tone of skin compared to me. She has thicker black hair that she keeps in a pixie cut, with a streak of pink along the front. She’s a small girl too, she’s thin and lithe like my husband was, and she never hides that fact by what she wears. She decided to dress herself into a pair of tight jean shorts and a small tank top that ends right above her belly button. She is very proud of her very prominent outie, which she jokingly likes to call her little belly jewel. After all of the information is entered in, we are led down a few hallways into a spacious, almost empty room. There is a fluorescent white light shining down on the tile flooring. The walls are bare, save for two: one wall has a large mirror stretching the wall's length, and the other has a simple but wild-looking contraption with three prominent sections protruding out from the metal behemoth. The sections each have a large rounded chamber with an almost plush rim, two smaller chambers directly above with a similar lining, and four holes facing outward. The device is perplexing at first, but I then remember why we are here, and I can only assume that this device is meant to restrain us, and possibly moreso. There are two people here already, writing on clipboards and walking around the machine. One looks up to us, a very short plump woman with a lab coat on who starts to take a few steps our way. “Hello there, you must be…” She pauses for a moment, “Sweetheart are you alright?” I realize she’s talking to me, and I look into the giant mirror and I see how pale I’ve become. My stomach is in knots and I can barely stand upright, but then I feel a familiar hand on my back as I look to Divinity, looking worried as well. “Mom, are you okay?” I force myself upright and I straighten my back, “I think so. I’m sorry I’m just nervous. I’m still ready to go through with this.” I see everyone’s expression relax a bit as the woman speaks up, “Well, alright then. Just remember, we can halt this at any time using our safety word.” I repeat it, almost robotically, “Distress.” She nods her head and looks at us three as the other lab tech and the nice man from the front desk leaves the room. “My name is Amanda, and I’ll be overseeing your testing today. Currently, as you all know, tickling has grown from its simple roots of paraphilic art and literature and pornography.” She does finger quotes as she says ‘pornography.’ “Tickling is currently recognized as a prominent health and fitness lifestyle that helps with things such as stress and weight loss etcetera etcetera. For this to be a viable lifestyle decision, there must be safe products and services for those who wish to partake in said lifestyle, and that is where you three come in.” I feel the knots in my stomach tighten up more, but I continue listening, hoping it will distract me a bit. “Today, we will be testing the sensitivity of our mechanical ligaments and apparati, ensuring that the tactile sensors respond to human skin with a soft and delicate touch, so as to not harm any buyers of our products.” Amanda gestures to me and Hope, “If you would be so kind as to fully expose your stomach’s for our test to begin,” she glances at a clipboard, “Divinity, your attire suits this test perfectly, so there are no worries on that front.” I watch Hope, without a second to consider, rolls her tank top up just below her breasts. She gently runs her hand along her flat smooth stomach, and I look to my own. I slowly undo the buttons of my blouse, revealing my soft lower tummy first. I see my deep innie belly button staring back at me, imagining what will be happening to it here in a few moments. I unbutton my blouse up to my ribs. And following Hope's example, I tuck my blouse up into my bra, so my full tummy is exposed for what is to come. Amanda looks very pleased. “Wonderful, now please follow me and I’ll guide you into the securing sections of the machine.” I watch Hope climb inside as a step stool is provided, she’s able to stand upright and I see how the device has been tailored to our measurements; the rounded chamber comes up to her waist. She raises her arms and slides them into the sleeve chambers above, and with a press of a button the plush rim expands a little and secures her in place. She looks excited for what’s about to happen, which eases me a bit as I watch Divinity get secured in the machine as well, who looks ready for this as well. “Are you ready Ms. Jones?” I glance down at Amanda. She has such large beautiful hazel eyes that somehow calm me down a bit more. “You have nothing to fret over dear, it’s only fifteen minutes, and that safe word is ready for when you need it.” She guides me inside the device as I lower myself inside, I take a few deep breaths and I calmly insert my arms into the holes above me. The lining inside does feel comfortable but I know this will also keep me upright, and that is made fact as I feel the plush rim tighten around my waist. I feel something secure my hands in place. Not hard, but I can feel something there, a light pressure. I feel the same way as I did when I went on my first roller coaster. My tummy is spinning, as is my head, and I can feel myself beginning to sweat. I watch Amanda bid us a quick farewell as she walks out of the room. I feel the silence weigh on me, and I look at my two daughters. I know I wouldn’t be able to do this without them, and I’m happy I don’t have to go through this alone. I hear mechanical whirring behind us, and I see four mechanical tendril-like appendages hover over my belly, and I notice both me and my daughters have our own set of four. There is a loud robotic voice over the intercom, “Begin testing in 3, 2, 1.” And that is the last thing I process before I feel the tendrils touch my tummy, and the laughter issues forth from my lips before I can react. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It feels like jolts of electricity are pulsing through my sides and tummy at a fast and erratic pace, so much so that there is no defense I could put up to reject this feeling at this point. It tickles more than anything I’ve felt in my life, and what’s worse is the bindings that I’m in are keeping me from being able to defend myself as the soft, almost rubbery tipped appendages lightly poke, prod, and stroke my exposed tummy with no remorse or care for my state of being. I am, however, able to look over at my two daughters. Divinity has already devolved into hard belly laughs as her soft stretched tummy is tickled mercilessly by these devilish auto-ticklers. She has already thrown her head back and is trying to wriggle away, but there is no escape as the auto-ticklers continue to caress her sides. Hope, on the other hand, is staring down at her tummy giggling away as the auto-ticklers play with her flat tummy. She looks like she’s enjoying herself a lot, and she’s even trying to push her tummy out further so the auto-ticklers can have more access to her little sides. The feeling of the tips of these tickling tendrils prodding my ribs causes me to attempt to jerk around, but no such luck is found in these restraints. I look up to the timer to see that only three minutes have passed. I feel that I may die at this rate, what with how the robotic tendrils continuously trace circles on my tummy and keep poking at my lower belly. I can barely hold a single thought before the auto-ticklers begin a new pattern of movement that elicits even more laughter, sending me further into hysterics. As the tickling continues, we reach the five minute mark. I watch as two of the tendrils reposition themselves over my tummy, and I feel my arms gently being pulled further up, which stretches my tummy out more, and the two soft tipped tendrils begin to direct themselves towards my deep belly button. I try to maneuver myself away from what I can anticipate being a new layer of this ticklish hell, but the restraints have pulled me too taut to fight back or run, so I squeal and shut my eyes to try and push away what I know is inevitable. As it reaches the rim of my belly button, I immediately let out a loud cry as the soft tips touch and tease my belly button’s rim, and the wave of sensation coursing through my midsection is the most intense ticklish feeling I have ever felt. Tears begin to fall down my face as I feel a tendril pull on my bellybutton’s rim to open it up more so the other auto-tickler can push in a little further into my now stretched belly button. The feeling of the delicate tip flitting and caressing the inside of my belly button is beyond words. It gently thrusts in and out, reaching into every fold and crevice, and making me scream from laughter. I look over to Divinity, who looks to be actually enjoying this, despite having a manic look in her eye as an auto-tickler prods and presses into her belly button with a grace only possible from such a device. She lets out a sharp cry and continues laughing wildly as her tummy and belly button are tickled just like mine. She has been stretched out too, so her soft tummy is on full display and is impossible to protect from the multitude of auto-ticklers having a field day all over her sides. I look over to Hope and I immediately see that her cheeks are red and already has tears falling from them as the soft tipped tendril tickles and even plays with every inch of her outie belly button. She too has been stretched out, and every sensitive nerve in her belly button must be screaming with tickles and sensation as the tendril seems to cover every angle with ticklish precision. The tickling is relentless, but as it continues I feel something overcome me, something strange. I feel this euphoric sensation fill my body, and I feel like a child again being tickled by my sisters. The feeling of being touched and caressed brings me back to the days with my husband, and although it’s very confusing, I begin to relish in these feelings shooting through my tummy and my belly button. I let in all of the ticklish sensation, and even though it tickles so bad, I'm not sure of anything right now. The way that the auto-ticklers are massaging and stroking my sides feels excruciating and amazing at the same time, and I let out a loud moan laugh as the soft tip hits the core of my belly button and I feel every stroke and poke and tickle directed at my belly button knot. It feels both tortuous and agonizing, but also sensational, and I relish in my confusion and tickle induced laughter as I look over to my daughters. Divinity has become almost catatonic from the tickling. The auto-tickler gently thrusts in and out of her bellybutton, and even traces along the rim of it before diving back inside. Because of all the tickling, all she can do is look up and laugh as the auto-ticklers draw circles on her soft and velvety sides. Hope, on the other hand, has fully begun to cry and laugh mixed with moaning as every auto-tickler has fully enveloped her belly button in a storm of ticklish mayhem, poking and teasing her belly button relentlessly and without remorse. Her face is contorted in a mixture of ticklish agony and pure bliss as she even now tries to push her belly out more so the soft tipped tendrils can continue their assault. I slowly lose myself in the ticklish overload, taking in every second my tummy is prodded and stroked while my belly button is being filled with the arousing ticklish sensation that continues to find its way into every single fold in my deep belly button. I don’t even realize when the timer begins to sound off until the tickling has fully stopped. The tickling appendages retract and both me and my daughters are left either heaving or sobbing or both. Amanda walks in and surprisingly begins to applaud us. “That was amazing. Truly, it was. We went the entire fifteen minutes, and we had no interruptions or breaks from anyone. The data we got from this test will be extremely useful, so thank you three so much!” She begins to undo our binds and restraints as each of us almost collapses into her arms. We are taken to a comfortable and well decorated lounge area where we are massaged and given some water and a little food as well. I look at my two girls, both in varying states of exhaustion and giggly excitement. I rest my head against the back of the large chair, still feeling the tingly sensation coursing through my belly button, and then I hear Hope, in a very excited tone, “Wasn’t that amazing?! I love doing tests like these ones! Wasn’t it the best?!” She says this with a tone of glee that I haven’t heard from her since she was little. “Divinity glances over, “It was a lot. Maybe too much towards the end, but it was nice at first. What about you Mom?” “Yeah Mom, how’d you feel?” Both of my daughters are looking in my direction, and at this moment I could give them either a truthful response which may be too much for them, or I can give them a nice answer. “To be honest, it was nice. I get what they say about the stress relief part. And I’d maybe do this again, maybe soon.” Hope looks ecstatic with my answer, “Do you wanna do it again sometime? They have another product test coming up in a week!” “Hold on,” I say, looking up from the comfort of the chair, “Maybe not that soon, but soon.” Hope still looks happy, and I glance down to see her tummy and belly button are a light shade of pink. I see this on Divinity’s tummy as well, and I glance down at my tummy to see if it has that same coloring. I gently caress the rim of my very pink belly button and it still feels tender, I stifle a gasp as I find that it is still very sensitive to touch and I can almost feel the soft tip caressing inside my belly button still. We walk out of the building with $1,500 dollars apiece. My daughter’s smiling brightly, either because of the experience, or because it’s over. But as I walk back to my car, I can’t help but look up back at the sign. “TKL Corp., I think I’ll be seeing you around.”