A new tickle toy

68%, 75%, 86% The tickler was grinning from ear to ear as she watched the numbers climb on the machines bar. Velma was roaring with laughter as her feet were mercilessly attacked with the tickler's tools. Finally with a soft beep the fight was over. The machine's bar read 100% full. The tickler ceased her assault and looked up at Velma, who was now simply lying there with a blank look on her sweating face. Just like all the others, the tickler thought as she stood. She began removing the helmet from Velma's head replacing it on the machine. She wheeled it to the door at the back of the room which led outside and to where her get away vehicle waited. She paused, looking back at the couch and the brain drained girl. She walked back, picked up Velma's red shoes and tried them on." Too big for my little feet." She said, kicking them off and returning her feet to her heels. She looked at the poor Velma, an idea forming in her head. She quickly ran her fingers up and down Velma's right foot and she jumped, laughing loudly. The tickler smiled, retrieving Velma's footwear from where she had dropped them. She kissed each one of Velma's feet before replacing her socks and shoes. She untied her and helped her to her feet."I think I'll keep you for a pet Velma. After all of this, I deserve to keep you. What do you think?" The tickler laughed at her own joke as she led the brain drained girl from the house." You may be a brainless doll now, but I know you can follow directions. I'll let you keep your name Velma, but from now on you're my tickle slave. hen ever I want to tickle you, you whip off your shoes and socks and let me because you love it, understood?" Velma, or rather the doll that had been Velma, nodded." Oh this is the life, getting paid serious money to tickle these meddling kids and drain their brains, and this time I got a bonus." She said to herself, opening the trunk of her car and placing the machine inside. She opened the back door of the car and instructed Velma to get in. " Take a nap my little slave, you'll need all the rest you can get." She said, getting behind the wheel and driving off with Velma in the back seat and her brain in the trunk.

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