prepare for tickling

"Let me go!" Caitlin demanded, tugging at the restraints tying her wrists to the bedpost. She was bound at the ankles, thighs, ribs, and wrists - in other words, utterly powerless to escape, though that didn't stop her from trying. "No, you can't do this! Untie me this insta-mmph! Nnmmmph, dnnnght!" she cried, her words muffled by the wad of cloth that was suddenly shoved in her mouth. A piece of duct tape was pressed over her lips, and she heard her captor chuckle.

"That ought to keep you quiet," Caitlin's captor - a breathtaking, imperial-looking woman, tall and curvaceous with dark skin, glittering eyes, and a gorgeous, wicked smile - said, looking down at her with satisfaction. "I doubt anyone would hear you, but regardless, I don't need you screaming too loudly."

The mysterious woman set her bag down on a nearby table before reaching inside to pull out a long, fluffy white feather, which she waved in the air as she stood by the foot of the bed Caitlin was secured to.

"Mmmmmmph! Nnnnngh, hmmmmmph! HMMMMMPH!" Caitlin shrieked through her gag, squirming around on the bed despite knowing that she would be unable to get free. She felt a mixture of fear and excitement pooling in her belly. Is she planning to tickle me? She can't! She can't know how ticklish I am, no one- And yet, her captor was staring hungrily at her with a look that conveyed clearly her intentions.

"This is going to be fun," the unknown woman said, before placing the feather on Caitlin's sensitive skin and sending her into a fit of helpless, uncontrollable laughter.

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