NallaZana

(The themes dealt in this fetish story involve tickling, morally reprehensible actions lived by the main protagonist. Keep in mind that, as an author, I don't encourage to such behavior and firmly condemn them in real life. Also note that the characters doing such things in this story are VILLAINS and must NOT be admired. If you are not a fan of such stories, pass this one. Otherwise, enjoy.) The brief reprieve did little to ease Bella’s dread as Germaine rummaged through a box of belongings left by Bella’s grandmother. The old woman’s smirk widened as she pulled out a feather duster, its feathers worn but still capable of inducing ticklish torment. Bella’s heart sank further as she realized Germaine was far from being done with her games. “Ah, what do we have here? Your grandmother used to love this old thing,” Germaine cooed, twirling the feather duster with an almost theatrical flourish. “She’d tickle the dust off every little nook and cranny. But I bet it's even better for

(The themes dealt in this fetish story involve tickling, morally reprehensible actions lived by the main protagonist. Keep in mind that, as an author, I don't encourage to such behavior and firmly condemn them in real life. Also note that the characters doing such things in this story are VILLAINS and must NOT be admired. If you are not a fan of such stories, pass this one. Otherwise, enjoy.) The sun was low in the sky this Thursday morning while Bella was driving on a silent road in the countryside for 4 hours. Despite the sunny and warm weather, the young 22 years old beauty couldn’t help but feel disconcert. Last week, her maternal grandmother had just passed away saddening her mother. The funeral has been quick, however, both Bella and her mother learnt that the matriarch has left a few belongings in her old house; if no one would come to collect them they would be wasted and throwed way. Of course, the death of the grandmother had caused great grief to Bella’s mother, but