Giggler's Cave
Bears can be mysterious, and then someone had to find the special bears that use people as sex slaves, tickle and fart on them mercilessly.
Prepare to be smothered in fur and eaten whole!
When I went camping alone, I came for the bears. The rangers warned me, but I read about the tales online. I heard of Giggler's cave, where the bears lived. I was there to take pictures for a newspaper, mostly, because of their legend. Seven attacks had happened, and no bodies were found. The only pictures showed a black bear outside the cave. I intended to add more to their collection.
On the trail, I mentally proposed my plan: Set up camp for three days, venture into the cave, snap photos, and leave.
I set up about a mile away, and away from the trail. I pitched my tent and sat, reading a book. I needed to wait three hours before I could go, so I read. I munched on a sandwich, and readied my camera for the photos. Boy, they were going to love this!
I began walking towards the cave, double and triple-checking my supplies. I found a clump of bushes just outside the mouth of the cave, and waited.
After an hour, I got bored. No bear showed up, and that's when I decided to go seek them myself. I walked in silently, knowing the bears could be around a corner, or blending in with the dark shadows. I took out my flashlight and turned it on, and continued searching for the elusive bears.
One thing about Giggler's cave: It's basically a maze. I really wish I had brought something to help me navigate, because I ended wandering for an hour, with no sign of any furry mammal. Then, my only light source started to flicker.
"No, not now!" I cursed as the light shut off. But, another light was illuminated somewhere else. I now had no way to know where I was headed without a light, and so I sat down on the cave floor. I checked my pack for anything I could use. I cursed again as my only weapon fell out. A pocketknife wouldn't do much against a bear, so I was stranded in a cave with no way out.
With bears who could kill me.
With no weapon to defend myself.
Great. But, there was still hope. Another light source shown, but barely.
I followed it, desperate for anything.
It took me another half hour, and it was worth it...? A single lantern shown, and I walked toward it slowly. How was this possible? No one had made it in this place alive... wait.
I turned, but then it was too late. The light burned out, and I was stuck in the dark again. Something grabbed me with force, and shoved me down. I heard a small hiss, then someone say, "Sleep tight." I breathed for air through my nose, struggling to escape. I smelled it, something that smelled like a fart. I lost consciousness seconds later.
When I awoke, I found my ankles bound together. My wrists were the same, and the carpet beneath me was very furry, and very much like a blanket. A hand was rubbing my bare stomach soothingly, while the other was no where in sight.
I came back to my senses and squirmed, and then I knew this wasn't what I thought it was. I wasn't being stroked by hands, I was being stroked by paws. And, I was not laying on carpet, I was laying on the bear's belly!
I started to scream, but the bear put its paw on my mouth. "My, you are a squirmy one." The bear spoke. Judging by her tone, she was maybe in her teen years. I was only eighteen myself, so it was kinda weird for me to think this bear was similar to my age.
"I'm too young to die!" I shrieked in a voice much louder and high pitched then my own. "Shhhh. No need for that!" the bear heaved. I continued freaking out, and after about fifteen minutes of nonstop struggling, I gave up.
Laying on the bear, the only thing I could see was the rocky ceiling, and that wasn't helping my anxiety any. "So, human, what brings you to Giggler's cave?" the bear asks me. "I-I'm not telling you!" I screamed. "Well then, I guess that means I have to force the answer out of you." The bear grabbed me with both paws, and lifted me above her gaping maw.
Fine! I came to take photos of you for a newspaper! I was hired! Please don't kill me!" I admitted, and the bear set me back down. "Very nice. Now, to tell you now, this cave is home to many bears like me, and you should also know that I can't let you out of here. It's supposed to be hidden from humans." The bear explained to me.
"Does that mean..." I shuddered. "No, it does mean I have to kill you. However, you seem quite young for the others that come here. I think you have some use." The bear flipped me over, so our bellies met. "I want to see if you can entertain me. Let see, what do I think would please a naked human..."
She got a smile on her face, so wolfish that I almost cried aloud. "I know! He wants shelter from the cold!" The bear took both paws and pressed me deeper into her fur. Soon, it surrounded me, and it began to tickle my exposed stomach as the bear breathed in. "Do you like that?" she asks me, and I nod, unable to speak.
"Good. Now, tell me about yourself." she flipped me back over, but kept me deep in the fat. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No, me and her broke up last week." I gulped. I wasn't keen to remember that.
"Okay. Maybe I should introduce myself. I'm Brooke." Brooke then said, "Could I be your 'girlfriend'?"
"Uh... well, seeing as I'm never getting out of here, sure?" I said, uncertain. A bear as a girlfriend might not be such a good idea.
"Are you eighteen? You look it." Brooke noted, and I nod. "So, you've had 'the talk'?"
I nod again. I'm not sure I like where this is heading, but I have no choice. "So, has your ex, ever tickled you?" I start to nod once again, but then I shake my head violently.
"Oh, you don't like that question? Are you ticklish?" I gulp. I am literally vulnerable to anything this bear wants to do to me, but the last thing I want to do is let the bear find out I'm ticklish. Brooke didn't need to know how I sent my ex to the hospital because I kicked her in the face when she tried. "Please, no..." I begged.
"It would be fun... and, besides, there would be a reward at the end!" Brooke smiles again, this one much wider.
The bear puts one paw on my belly, then says, "I'll give you a minute to brace yourself, listen to my stomach growl. Because when you're done, you and I are going to get even closer!"
The minute passes slowly, enough time for me to listen to the beast's belly growl, her heart beat, and to convince myself that the reward would be great.
"Okay, I'm going to tickle now, and if you say stop, I'm just going to tickle harder." I breathe in the cold air, knowing it may be the last time I have a free breath of oxygen in my lungs.
Brooke positions both paws on my stomach, and begins to torture me. The claws move around, making me writhe in agony. I do my best not to laugh, but I can't stop the giggles as the bear enjoys my delight.
"Someone's just a little ticklish! I wonder where else I can torture you... how about these juicy feet?" The bear crooned, and then she put my feet up to her mouth and begins licking them. The rough, slimy tongue runs up and down my feet, and I'm actually enjoying this as much as the bear is.
"You like my tongue, don't you?" Brooke begins to lick my ticklish tummy, and I squirm to escape. It feels nice and slimy, and I feel turned on.
Brooke stops suddenly, and groans. "My food isn't agreeing with me. Guess that means I have another way to torture you!" The bear grabs me again, and thrust me under her large ass.
"No, please!" I beg her. But by then the farts had already begun. Each got smellier as they lingered, and then Brooke began to hump my crotch. I squeezed her belly tightly, sending more of the gas out of her rear end. Brooke grinned again, and put both paws around me, giving me a bear hug.
Then, she lifted me up and licked my crotch, then rubbed it against her soft fur. Brooke sucked on it like a lollipop, and I giggled in delight. Then, she moved me toward her mouth slowly, giving me a wonderful view of her maw.
The bear licked my tummy as I was inserted into her mouth, and I loved it. I didn't care if I died, for I had the time of my life. The bear's throat squeezed me, the tongue tickling my thighs as they too went inside Brooke's mouth.
The bear gave several powerful swallows, and I found myself falling into a slimy pit, where I curled up, as Brooke boomed, "Hope you had fun!"
Then, all went dark as I fell asleep.
I found myself in my own bed, mystified. Had it been a dream? No, because one photo was snapped, of Brooke calmly sleeping with a slight bulge to her stomach. I smiled, then put my head against the pillow again as I heard someone fart. I smelled it, but didn't turn around. I knew who it was.
"You are always welcome back, if you want. I love tickling you, and you love being sexual with me. Maybe next time I'll make you pee in my mouth!"
"Thank you, Brooke. But I can't go to sleep now."
"Then we can have a little more fun until morning." With that, the bear climbed in the covers with me, and began to tickle my ribs.
The end. (If you want a part two, comment)