tickle mansion

[Alexander Nathaniel]

Welcome to the tickle mansion. I am your host, Alexander. In here, You shall have the accomodations needed to make your stay a welcome one. however, I must warn you traps will spring when you least expect it and will take you to different rooms. there, I shall be for you, male or female, to tickle you till you either give up or pass out. you will be returned to your rooms afterwards. but please, let's not forget, you are not alone. others can tickle you as well. the traps and tools and numerous, so please use to your leasure. and remember, the night is forever young, so don't epect to be leaving for a long time.  

[I Got Deported]

Azabiel walked up to the large estate. He gazed at the structure and figured it was a safe place to stay. He knocked on the door loudly and tapped his foot in anticipation. He hoped there was no serial killer or murderer, or rapist... Something along those lines.  

[Alexander Nathaniel]

The trap door opens, having you fall quite a distance before hitting something hard and wooden. a small light turns on in the basement, illumintating only your spot. the stock slams shut, locking your feet into it, preventing any escape from happening.  

[Kumacy12]

Laurel walked over to the mansion uncertainly, he was a bit skeptical about staying there, but his fears where slightly belayed when he saw someone else outside, rapping loudly on it's big doors. He walked over shyly, asking meekly, "H-h-hey...where is t-this?" His frame shook with slight fear and a tad bit of confusion. He was lost in the area and had no idea where he was.  

[Alexander Nathaniel]

The same trap door springs on kumacy, having him fall a bit till he hits a hard surface, locking his feet as well into the stocks, another light turning on for him to see azabiel.  

[I Got Deported]

Azabiel pulled on the stocks and tried to get himself free. He saw Laurel to be in the same pardiciment. He didn't talk to him though, for all he knew. He could be the one that put him in here.  

[Alexander Nathaniel]

From the shadows, a pair of hands comes out, removing azabiels, shoes and socks, baring his feet as the shoes and socks are tossed into the corner of the room. The same happens to the friend, striping him of his footwear and tossing it away. The hands pull away and a noise of the clattering of tools comes from the front of the room.  

[Kumacy12]

Laurel gasped loudly as he fell, groaning a bit once the falling had stopped. He looked around at the position he was in. He became frantic once he noticed that his ankles where stuck in some sort of stocks. He struggled and squirmed fearfully, as his velcro strapped sandals are taken off. "H-h-h-hey!" He cried out, squirming.  

[Alexander Nathaniel]

The hands remove laurel's sandals, teasing him a lightly dragging a single finger up the sole slowly.  

[Kumacy12]

Laurel gaspes a bit as when he feel a finger tickling his foot lightly. He had always been weak to tickling. Squirming harder than ever, Laurel tried not to giggle, but the feeling was too strong, "S-s-stahahahp!" he said through his fits of giggles, wiggling his toes reflexively  

[Alexander Nathaniel]

The hands draw a feather out and waves it beneath laurels' wiggling toes, teasing them as it glides around each toe.  

[Kumacy12]

Laurel giggled harder, squirming as the feeling a soft feather dragging around his squirming toes, causing the frightened Laurel to squirm around harder, crying out as he was being tortured, "Whahaha! What are youahahahaha doing?"  

[Alexander Nathaniel]

The fingers grabs the big toes as the voice played a game with laurel. "This little piggie went to market" The fingers tickled the big toes lightly.  

[I Got Deported]

Azabiel clenched his toes tightly, seeing what happened to Laurel. He heared the clacking and was worried what would happen.  

[Alexander Nathaniel]

Another pair of hands come to azabiel's feet. the hands have tickle oil and the electric toothbrush. The one hands rubs the tickle oil on azabeil's feet, geeting every spot of the ticklish skin till they shined in the light. the other hand waved the brush tauntingly, slowly turning on the brush.