Drider Tickle Story

Chapter Two

"So, did you have fun?"
Rachael's muttered response was barely intelligible. "...yus..."
"Hmm... Perhaps, I should help you reach a more solid conclusion." Ventris started moving towards Rachael.
"NO! No! No! I did! I did. I had lots of fun."
"Well, that's wonderful to hear." Ventris smiled. Rachael smiled back, wryly.
"Um, listen, Ventris."
"I'm listening, Rachael."
"I... I had a wonderful time."
"Glad to hear it." She smiled again.
"But... I... my family..."
"You think they're worried and searching everywhere for you and you want to go back?"
"Yeh... that."
"I understand."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"You're letting me leave?"
"Of course. You're not my prisoner. You're free to leave if you wish."
"Thanks... and thanks for dinner."
"You're very welcome, sweety." Rachael got up, grabbed her gear and faced the exit. She was hesitant. She turned back to face Ventris, walked slowly towards her and gave her a hug. Ventris was quite surprised, even slightly shocked. It had been a very long time since she had been hugged. Rachael waved and made for the exit. The part of the cave she was walking through was still pitch-black. She could hear water dripping from somewhere. The sound of some kind of insect scurrying along the ground was surprisingly loud. Rachael sat for a while, just contemplating her life. 'Return to the "real world", continue my studies and my part-time job, both of which are mentally exhausting, so I can get a good job, and live on my own? Go back to living a normal life of living, working then dying, or... stay? Keep the gift I have been given... or throw it away?' Rachael knew she didn't want to go back. But she knew it was what they would have wanted, so she got up and started walking again. Then, she stopped to ponder some more. She really didn't want to leave.

Suddenly, in the pitch black darkness, a soft, pleasing voice whispered in her ear, "If you're unsure, I'll take the choice out of your hands." Before she could do anything, she was pulled up by the arms. She gave a little shriek. "Shh shh shh shh. Perhaps having a little more fun will help you make your mind up." Rachael still couldn't see anything as no lights had been lit. Ventris slipped one of her small hands into Rachael's shirt and tickled her side, causing her to start laughing. She slipped a second hand into her shirt to do the same to her other side, raking away at her tender skin. Rachael's laughter grew, filling the cave once more.
"VEHEN, STOHOHOP!!" Whilst she was laughing, Ventris gave her a little kiss on the cheek.
She stopped and asked Rachael, "So, dear, have you made up your mind?"
"I want to stay here with you."
"That's what I wanted to hear." Still holding Rachael, she swiftly made her way back to the place Rachael had awoken. Ventris again webbed up Rachael's arms and legs, leaving them all spread like eagles. She then stripped Rachael completely -- exploration bag to the wall, no shirt, no trousers, no bra, no panties. "I think it's time," said Ventris.
"Time for what?" Ventris responded by moving behind Rachael, holding her affectionately with all eight arms. She brought one of her spider fangs up to Rachael's lower abdomen.
"Ven...?" Rachael was starting to freak out again, thinking she was about to have something horrible done to her. Ventris responded by shushing her and rubbing her bare tummy, whilst rubbing her cheek to Rachael's. Rachael's nerves calmed as the fang made contact with her lower abs. It punctured a small hole, injecting her with some of Ventris' venom. Ventris kept rubbing her stomach.

"My venom can do many things, Rachael. Right now, it's acting as a sensitivity heightening agent. It can also act as a powerful aphrodisiac, but that comes later. First, this." Rachael was starting to experience the physical world around her like she had never experienced it. Ventris' voice flowed through her whole body and soul. When she blew on Rachael's ears, it felt like she was standing atop the sea, being caressed by the gentle yet powerful gale. She began seeing her surroundings perfectly despite the pitch-black darkness. Ventris' gentle embrace felt like a bed made by God. She could feel everything so well. "How are you feeling, Rae?" Rachael didn't respond. She only took deep breaths as though she was exhausted, but without the exhaustion. Without warning, Ventris began the fun. She ran a claw up Rachael's inner thigh, causing her to instantly snap out of her trance and release a very high-pitched and lengthy shriek. Ventris laughed. "Wonderful, isn't it?" She continued. This time, she ran a claw up the back of Rachael's leg, starting from her foot.
"OHH MYYY GOOOOOOOOOOD!!!" Rachael could barely think in her current state. The sensitivity heightening agent was highly effective. Ventris began tracing circles on her bum cheek, causing her to bounce around in her webbing. She then took two hands, one to each cheek, and started scribbling away. Rachael kept shifting between laughing and screaming, as the five minute long torture progressed. After it stopped, Rachael was quite shocked when she finally realised that, despite how hard and long she had laughed, she didn't need to catch a single breath. It was then she realised the curse of a blessing that Ventris had bestowed upon her. Ventris added more layers of webbing to Rachael to keep her completely secured, free from all movement, in preparation for all the horrors she was about to inflict upon her body. "Oh no..."
"Ohhohoo, yes..." she said softly, right in Rachael's ear. "You're in for one hell of a ride, Rachael."

With that, she placed two hands at Rachael's bum cheeks, two hands on her stomach, two hands at her sides, and two hands beneath her armpits. "Any last words before we begin, Rachael?"
"Pleaheheeeese don't." said Rachael, with a sad puppy face. Ventris sniggered, then commenced her beyond brutal assault on Rachael's now hyper-sensitive body, using all 56 claws. "NAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHAAAAAAAHHAAAAAAAAA!!!" "Hysterical" would be a quite inaccurate way to describe Rachael's current state. "Maniacal" is closer. "On the edge of sanity" would be spot on. For ten, long minutes straight, this brutal assault continued, Ventris continuously scribbling away on her victim's very, very, very sensitive-to-touch skin, in a vicious yet gentle manner, using all the claws on all of her small hands, which, I may have forgotten to mention, were all very sharp. Rachael's voice was now making sounds it had never made before, her eyes were releasing amounts of tears they had never released before, and her body was now practically vibrating, as well as sweating more than it had ever sweat before. She was also now peeing herself. The sweat made it three hells of a lot more worse, as it was greatly reducing the friction on her skin, allowing Ventris' talons to skate along her skin. Another ten minutes passed and not a single break was taken. She almost felt bad for putting Rachael through this. But if there was one thing Ventris loved more than tickling, it was the feeling of her sharp talons on soft, tender, human skin. The human body was her favourite toy, and human flesh was her favourite part of it. Not only did the venom heighten Rachael's physical sensitivity, but it also increased her stamina exponentially, strengthening her cardiopulmonary systems, enabling her to both live through and maintain consciousness during the thirty minute long ordeal Ventris was happily putting her through.