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It appears that my wrists are bound to the upper corners of the mattress, and my ankles are bound to the lower corners. I'm uncovered, my feet are bare, and my t-shirt is gone, though I'm still wearing my shorts.
I'm about to call for help when there's a knock at the door. Thank heavens! "Come in!" I shout.
The door opens just a bit. A white gloved hand appears. "Come in!" I shout again, anxious to get out of my predicament.
The door opens slowly. A clown appears--the silliest looking clown I've ever seen, with a grinning mouth so wide it looks like he stuck a coathanger in it. He has a red suit, cascading clumps of orange hair, and big glassy eyes that have...a strange look to them.
"Help me get loose!" I tell him.
He looks around, as if he doesn't know who spoke. He seems to be looking for any other exits from the room. Finding none, he leans back against the door, shutting it.
"Ahhhh!" he says, his glassy eyes fixed on me. "Just the person I was looking for!"
"But you don't even know who I am!"
"Wellll...I know that you can't move. You're all tied down! And there's something else I know...."
"Well, I know you'd better cut me loose!"
He waves one of his white gloved fingers at me. "Tut tut tut." As I watch, something strange happens. His finger grows and grows...till it's as long as his arm, snaking through the air. "Oh, my goodness!" he says, watching his winding, twisting finger as if he's never seen anything so strange either! "Will you look at that! It's a good thing the rest of my fingers can't do that...!"
No sooner has he spoken than the rest of his fingers begin to grow. They writhe and twist through the air, all around the bed.
"Well, it's a good thing I came here!" he says. "And it's a good thing that I know what I know!"
"There's nothing good about this," I tell him, watching as those creeping fingers swoop high, then low, nearly touching me! "What is it that you know? Tell me!"
"Welll....I know that you're...TICKLISH!"
Before I can say another word those fingertips start closing in from all directions. Two of them settle against the soles of my feet, just lightly touching down. Two of them crawl into my armpits. Two of them settle on my upper ribs, and two on my lower ribs. Two of them press against my sides. And two more press against my belly, on either side of my belly button.
What?? That's twelve fingers! Damn these toons, you never know how many fingers they'll come up with! I guess I'm lucky he doesn't have twenty fingers...but then I'm not so lucky, not lucky at all...because those fingers start to...move...!
"Oh yes my friend, I know you're just as TICKLISH as can be! TICKLE, TICKLE...."
As if stirred to action by his voice, the fingertips press against me in all those ticklish spots, and begin to move faster, and faster.... The tickling sensations are unbelievable! I try to hold my breath, to keep from laughing, but it's no use. I let go a long stream of hysterical giggles.
"See? You're hysterical already! And it's only going to get WORSE!"
This is too much, having my feet, ribs, armpits, belly, and sides all tickled at the same time! The tickling sensations fill my head, and all I can do is laugh...laugh harder than I've ever laughed in my life!
"Don't think you're going to get out of this anytime SOON, my friend. I've never seen anyone as ticklish as you, and I'm having too much fun to EVER stop!"
Oh, no! If only I could stop laughing for just a second, I'd beg for mercy! My entire ticklish body is being stroked, poked, and tweaked...and the soles of my extra wide feet are being horribly abused!
"Now," the clown said, "here's another surprise for you. I read your thoughts a few minutes ago, when you were thinking how lucky you were that I didn't have twenty fingers. And you were right, I don't have twenty fingers!"
Even as he spoke, more of the devilish white tendrils snaked through the air toward my helpless body.
"No...I actually have...A HUNDRED FINGERS!"
And they all attacked! If I'd thought I was being tickled before, that was nothing compared to this! I was covered with wriggling, prodding fingers, digging into my ribs, twisting into my armpits, and mercilessly poking my belly! As for my feet, they were in worse trouble than ever! Those mad fingers were not only scrabbling against my soles, they were also squeezing my toes, and slipping in between my toes...!
I had never been tickled like this before! Time seemed to stop, as my hysterical laughter turned to helpless panting. I couldn't even struggle against the bonds anymore, I had to...just...give in...to the madness of being tickled to death!
How long it took I would never know, but at last I sank into unconsciousness....
Written by an anonymous author
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