Tickled to Death

Velma's face was beet red, sweat rolling down her face. Her laughter filled the room. Then all of a sudden the tickling of her feet stopped. She gulped in waves of air filling her lungs, giggling all the while. Just when she was about to regain her composure, she felt some cool liquid drip down her toes. Not moments later, Velma again started to laugh. Someone was spreading some kind of oil all over her feet. They were now slippery and ten times more ticklish than before. Then it came. She howled as much as she could as she felt fingers stroking the bottoms of her feet, tickling her. All she could do was laugh and laugh. Velma started seeing stars. She fell into silent laughter. Her feet never felt this ticklish before. Her face no longer showed expressions of laughter but maniacal cries of insanity. Her tickler seemed to ignore her please of agony, instead, she felt those fingers increase in speed, tickling more intensely. Without warning, Velma collapsed. Her feet slightly twitched, her face a mess. Velma was no longer breathing. Velma saw her body from above, the tickler never stopped tickling her feet...

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