S-A-T-Y-R

Tickling is a way to instill a sense of insanity expressed by uproarious laughter. As the Dr Greim watches and waits, he looking impatient for that word, that name of the monster form your subconscious wants most for you to become, if it were a real possibility.

With the sliding of a feather across the lips, and another slid about an ear, it is the third feather used in the same manner to tickle your naked groin what spurs the mind and it the mouth to tell all.

�Oh, ha, ha, ha, oh, ha, ha, ha, oh no not there too, ha, ha, ha, oh please you are killing me, oh ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, yes please, ha, ha, if you must ask�, ha, ha, ha, ha, then make me a Satyr, ha, ha, ha, ha, to give then some tickling joy to these three girls!� You said among reeling from laughter, excited and out of control your thoughts.

The choice made the doctor retires to his laboratory. He goes there to prepare the required serum to do what you said, was your deepest as darkest desire told during a fit of tickling.

Yet, that telling did not stop the girls from continuing the tickling torment to your then naked body. Indeed, as from what you stated they are excited at the prospect of what a well endowed male satyr might do to each of them, and they began then to laugh as well!

Written by K. Rooste

That Big Ouch

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