>>18257566Finally, Nikki slowly reveals what she was holding all along - a feather.
A look of confusion crosses Miss USA's face. "W-what? I thought you had a gun!"
Nikki laughs. "It's just a bald eagle's feather. Super American, just like you! Well actually I don't know what kind of bird it's from, so we're just gonna have to pretend it's from an eagle."
"Is this some kind of joke?" Miss USA asks.
"Oh it's no joke." Nikki crouches at Miss USA's tied feet. "Tell me, are you ticklish, Miss USA? I am. This was one of Madame Divine's favourite games to play with me."
Nikki starts to tickle Miss USA's bare feet with the feather. "No, NOOOOO- heheHAHA!" Miss USA bursts into laughter.
Nikki smiles. "So you are ticklish! Good, good good!"
She continues to bombard Miss USA's feet with the feather, tracing it up and down her soles, between her toes, and in just about every manner she can think of, with Miss USA reduced to fits of continuous laughter all the while. It's seemingly neverending.
"HAHAhehe-Stop!" she gasps. "Hehe, I can't-, hehe I can't breathe!!!" Miss USA gasps for air.
Nikki's grin deepens as she keeps tickling Miss USA's feet. She struggles against her bindings to no avail as Nikki continues her merciless assault.
And then the unthinkable happens.
