SUPERGIRL TICKLING STORY!
Rockauthor
Featuring
SUPERGIRL
On November 17th, a meteor the size of a stadium landed in the desert somewhere
in Nevada. It was glowing a dull violet and it had several large pores all
around it. After a period, the pores began to sweat a very thick oil-like
substance, which oozed down the surface of the meteor onto the floor of the
crater below.
Eventually the oily substance dispersed and began to congeal into
countless individual masses where they started a gradual and astonishing
metamorphosis. They first formed in-to little balls the size of cantaloupes.
Then they all took on the shape of large beetles. Six pairs of long,
retractable arms with twenty, slender finger-like appendages grew from their
torsos. Once the aliens matured to term the highly-intelligent species
instinctively had congregated and began speaking to each other in some bizarre
extra-terrestrial vernacular.
Five months later...
At the Hennessey School for Girls in Chicago, Sophomores Carrie and
Elizabeth lay on their beds in their dorm, talking and studying for their
mid-term exams. Carrie, the tall, cute blonde lay on her stomach glancing over
and running her pencil up and down over her science book; Elizabeth, the pretty
brown-eyed redhead was lying on her back with hands behind her head,
daydreaming.
“Who do you think is hotter, Russell Crowe or Ben Affleck?” Elizabeth
asked out of the blue.
“Ben Affleck. He‘s a total cutie,” Carrie replied.
“Really? I always thought Ben Affleck’s head was shaped like
Frankenstein.”
“No way! He is sooooo fine,” Carrie emphasized, flutter kicking her
legs sexily behind her.
“I like Russell Crowe because he is sooooo ripped. Did you seem him in
Gladiator? He was gorgeous. I’m almost positive he’d be a better lay.”
Suddenly, the girls heard a strange noise that sounded like it was getting
closer with every second.
“What’s that sound?” Elizabeth inquired, frowning at Carrie.
Carrie frowned back answering, “I don’t know. Sounds like that Alfred
Hitchcock movie ‘The Birds’ out there.”
The two beautiful girls both sat up and looked in the direction of their
bedroom window to see what all the commotion was about.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” Carrie and Elizabeth screamed at the
horrifying sight before them.
Dozens of those large, beetle-like creatures were pressed against the
girls’ window, scratching their lengthy, thin, finger-like tentacles at it.
Poor Carrie and Elizabeth were so terrified they couldn’t even move at first.
They watched helplessly as the highly-intelligent aliens figured out a way to
raise the window and easily entered the schoolgirls’ bedroom.
The girls gradually pulled out of their suspended animation and headed for
the door, still screaming in terror. But before they could escape, the
extra-terrestrial bugs extended their long arms and grabbed the two girls at
their wrists and ankles. Carrie and Elizabeth both collapsed to the floor as
the aliens held them down with their hands tight around their limbs. That was
when the oversized beetles reached their other arms out and started to tickle
them.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! AAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HELP ME! I’M BEING TICKLED!”
Carrie wailed as the tickling bugs crawled under shirt and invaded her very
ticklish armpits.
“HELP! HELP! HEEEEEEEEEEEELP! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! NO! NO!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! DON’T DO THAT! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEEEEE!” Elizabeth shrieked
as several tickling bugs grabbed her, pulling her shoes and socks off and
attacking Elizabeth’s hyper-ticklish bare feet.
Later...
“GOOD EVENING CHICAGO. I’M DENISE ALVARADO AND THIS IS THE SIX O’
CLOCK NEWS,” said the very pretty raven-haired Latina, reading the
teleprompter with a twinkle in her eye, “A BIZARRE EVENT HAS BEEN REEKING ALL
HAVOC THROUGHOUT THE WINDY CITY AS HUNDREDS OF BUG-LIKE CREATURES ROAM THE
STREETS, ATTACKING YOUNG, PRETTY WOMEN AND TICKLING THEM MERCILESSLY! NO ONE
SEEMS TO KNOW WHERE THE PHENOMENON CAME FROM, WHY THEY’RE HERE, OR WHY
THEY’RE SEEKING OUT YOUNG AND ATTRACTIVE WOMEN TO TICKLE TORTURE. I DON’T
KNOW ABOUT YOU LADIES WATCHING, BUT I’M STAYING RIGHT HERE IN THIS STUDIO
WHERE I’LL BE SAFE BECAUSE THIS IS ONE CHICAGO WOMAN WHO IS INCREDIBLY
TICKLISH!” Denise admitted.
Meanwhile...
Linda Danvers (a.k.a. Supergirl) sat in a fold-out chair in her apartment
working on her latest sculpture. Her hands were covered in clay and her project
looked like the liquid metal robot from Terminator 2 half way between
transforming from a puddle of water into the shape of a man. Linda carefully
wiped the sweat off her forehead with the clean part of her forearm; she let
out an exhausted and frustrated sigh as she tried to remember her art
teacher’s cliched advice about cutting off all the parts that don’t look
like a horse... or something like that.
Linda hears a knock on the door.
“Who is it?”
“It’s me. Priscilla,” answered Linda’s high-strung, busy body
friend and neighbor.
“I’m coming,” replied the brown-haired hottie, reaching for an old
rag to clean her hands. She went over to open the door with rag in hand, using
it to turn the knob.
Immediately the single, Plain-Jane Priscilla barged in like a flash flood
breaking down a dam.
“Linda, I came over here as soon as I heard.”
“Heard what? What’s going on?”
“Oh sweetie, haven’t you been watching the news?” Priscilla inquired
frowning at the girl as if she ought to be ashamed of herself for not being
informed. Then the neurotic young woman ran passed Linda like an NFL wide
receiver and turned on her television set.
The two women both grabbed a chair and scooted up to the TV to watch with
wide eyes as that sexy Latina anchorgirl Denise Alvarado explained: “MORE
INCIDENCES OF THE DREADED TICKLE BUG PHENOMENON CONTINUE TO PLAGUE THE CITY. IN
THE LAST TWENTY-FOUR HOURS THERE HAVE BEEN REPORTS OF SCORES OF TICKLE BUGS
INVADING GYMS, OFFICE BUILDINGS, COLLEGE DORMITORIES, AND HIGH RISE APARTMENTS,
ATTACKING BEAUTIFUL, YOUNG WOMEN AND TICKLE-TORTURING THEM MERCILESSLY. A
THIRTY-EIGHT YEAR-OLD HOUSEWIFE WAS ATTACKED IN HER OWN HOME THIS AFTERNOON AS
SIX TICKLE BUGS CAME IN THROUGH AN OPEN WINDOW, WRESTLED HER TO THE GROUND, AND
TICKLED HER UNDER HER ARMS FOR OVER AN HOUR. OOH! MY GOODNESS! A CHILL JUST RAN
UP MY SPINE. I DON’T EVEN WANT TO THINK ABOUT THAT, THAT’S MY MOST TICKLISH
SPOT. ANYWAY, AT LEAST SEVENTY OR MORE BIKINI-CLAD GIRLS ENJOYING SPRING BREAK
WERE BOMBARDED BY A GANG OF THE TICKLING CREATURES. SOME GOT AWAY TO SAFETY BUT
MOST ENDURED CRUEL TICKLING ON THEIR FRESHLY PEDICURED BARE FEET AND SUPER
SENSITIVE BELLY BUTTONS. THIS TERRORIZED COMMUNITY ANXIOUSLY AWAITS THE
IMMINENT INTERVENTION FROM OUR BELOVED SUPERGIRL. BUT WHERE IS SHE? WHERE IS
SUPERGIRL? SUPERGIRL, WE NEED YOU! PLEASE, COME TO OUR RESCUE!”
Linda Danvers was absolutely stunned at the news. Her mouth was just as
wide open as her eyes, and as dry as cotton. A chill ran down her spine and her
toes curled locked in the cutest little way. Tickling bugs? Why does it have to
be tickling bugs? She thought. Her alter-ego Supergirl had taken on many
bizarre and powerful foes in her career: that criminal mastermind Lex Luthor,
the colossal, intelligent gorilla Grod, the acid spewing Chemo, and a host of
many other crafty, Kryptonite wielding thugs and rogues who were eventually
conquered.
But for some reason this new menace terrified her like never before. Linda
had always been EXTREMELY TICKLISH, and knowing that she had to confront these
tickling bugs as Supergirl made her a thousand times more ticklish. This was
one challenge that Linda truly dreaded.
“Linda, honey. I’m scared. Can I stay with you ‘til this is all
over? I don’t want to be alone right now,” said Priscilla.
“Sure, of ‘course. We need to stay together and protect each other
‘til Supergirl comes to our rescue,” replied Linda Danvers, pondering what
her next move would be.
All of a sudden that strange mumbling noise surrounded the two women who
instinct-ively clutched each other and started shaking from their fright.
“It’s them! It’s the tickle bugs!” Priscilla screamed.
Before they knew it the hyper-intelligent tickle bugs had entered Linda
Danvers apartment by picking the lock on the front door with their skillful
digits.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” Priscilla shrieked as she and Linda jumper out of
their seats and tried to make a run for it.
But Priscilla’s efforts to escape were quickly proven to be useless when
four tickle bugs stretched out their ever nimble appendages and grabbed the
young woman. They easily tackled her to the ground, stretched her in
spread-eagle position, and immediately began a ticklish exploration of her
sensitive and vulnerable body.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
STAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAP! OH! OH! OH! NOOOOOOOOOOO! DON’T
TICKLE MEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!”
Then four more tickle bugs went for Linda Danvers but the powerful
Krypton-native narrowly fled the clutches of the alien creatures. The
determined girl headed for a nearby window, which she opened up and climbed out
onto the fire escape; she then leaped into the air and took off flying.
Like the colorful stages of an exploding firework, The brown-haired female
form of Linda Danvers swiftly turned into the blonde-haired costume-clad form
of SUPERGIRL.
“I’ve got to find the source of the tickling bugs,” Supergirl said
out loud.
Supergirl felt bad for leaving Priscilla in the ominous hands of those
horrible tickle bugs, but she had to abandon her friend momentarily in an
effort to save ALL the tickle-tortured women of the city from the alien
enemies.
As Supergirl flew across the sky she witnessed a city in peril, infested
with the terrible tickle bug nightmare: a group of high school cheerleaders
were spread out on the football field getting their underarms savagely tickled,
a sexy, black stripper was held down in the back seat of her convertible as
tickle bugs mercilessly stroked the smooth soles of her bare feet, and even bus
carrying twelve nuns succumb to the assault of the tickling wonders.
Supergirl used her X-ray vision to detect the trail of the tickle bugs and
locate the source of their genesis. With her Faster Than A Speeding Bullet
velocity, Supergirl found the area in the Nevada desert where the tickle bug
meteor had crashed. There, the beautiful superheroine was confronted by an army
those enormous beetle-like creatures who looked to be discussing amongst each
other, perhaps planning their next attack.
The majestic Supergirl landed right in front of the critters, poised in a
heroic stance. On impulse the tickle bugs launched a strike against the ready
superheroine who easily tore through the grasping buggers tossing them like rag
dolls when they reached out their arms and tried to take her down.
But then much to Supergirl’s surprise another gang of those
super-intelligent tickling bugs came at the blonde marvel with long ribbons of
shiny green-like matter. Then it all dawned on her:
OH NO! NOT KRYPTONITE! HOW COULD THEY HAVE KNOWN ABOUT MY WEAKNESS?
Supergirl thought, gulping hard.
And before she could protest any further, the tickle bugs had wrapped the
Kryptonite ribbons around Supergirl’s wrists and ankles and forced her down
on her back in a spread-eagle position. Slowly the tickle bugs removed
Supergirl’s shiny red boots and pulled up her shirt that proudly displayed
that world famous “S” across her chest. Once again the tickle bugs extended
their extremities and scratched, poked, and squeezed all over the
superheroine’s weakened and exceptionally ticklish body.
Supergirl went berserk!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! AAAAAAAAAAAGH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! NOOOOOOO!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OH! OH! DON’T TICKLE!
DON’T TICKLE! DON’T TICKLE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! OH! OH! THAT TICKLES! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! STAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAP! OH! OH! OHOO
HOOHOOOHOOHOOHOOHOO! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! STOP! OH! STOP! STOP!
STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHP! THAT TICKLES SO MUCH!”
Supergirl shrieked and cackled and writhed and squirmed as those
mischievous and crafty tickle bugs sought out her most ticklish spots. Even
though her tolerances to the Kryptonite were higher than her male
counterpart’s, she still grew weaker as the tickle-torture went on. Supergirl
struggled to use any bit of strength she had left to fight off the tickle bugs.
Then in an act of desperation, Supergirl drew her last remnants of energy
from within her being and used her trusty heat vision to warm the ground around
her to uncomfortably high temperatures. Immediately the extra-terrestrial
ticklers screamed and scattered like roaches suddenly introduced to a kitchen
light, escaping the burning sensations underneath their feet.
Our beloved Supergirl (who was immune to the intense heat) was at last
released from the clutches of the tickling creeps. She gasped to catch her
breath and regain her super power. Her lovely blonde hair was matted to her
lovely face and she was curled up in a fetal position.
Supergirl stood up and used her super cold breath to freeze the giant meteor.
Then with a great big punch the superheroine shattered the meteor thus
destroying the earth home of the tickle bugs. Soon the entire population of
tickling bugs died off and withered away like dry twigs.
Later...
“THE HOPELESSLY TICKLISH WOMEN OF THE WINDY CITY CAN BE AT EASE ONCE
AGAIN NOW THAT OUR BELOVED SAVIOR SUPERGIRL HAS RESCUED US FROM THE FORMIDABLE
TICKLE BUGS BY LOCATING THE NEST OF THE EXTRA-TERRESTRIAL SCOUNDRELS AND
DESTROYING THEIR LIFE SUPPORT. THANK YOU, SUPERGIRL...WHEREVER YOU ARE.” the
Latina anchorgirl said, smiling into the camera.
Linda Danvers was curled up in a blanket on her couch in her apartment,
drinking a cup of ginseng tea and watching the attractive Latin woman deliver
that sentiment on television. The brown-haired young woman was glad she was
able to conquer her own weakness of being ticklishness and save the women of
Chicago from the tickle bugs.
THE END
