I… I uh… heh. Uhm. Welp. This review is going to be all sounds cause uh… that’s all I got. Brain is mush, mind is puddle. Snurfed it out all over the floor. Woof.

The Terror Totter lives up to its name, as poor Zelda finds out. She’s horrendously ticklish, especially under her arms and Derek is keen to extract every scream from her gagged little mouth. She tries to protect herself but does he allow it? NO. HE STRAPS HER BICEPS DOWN SO SHE CAN’T MOVE. Her screams gave life to the internal ones inside my head, my god.

Derek shows no mercy, moving down the totter to her ribs, thighs, and feet. He finds every spot, even the ones you thought were safe, like her navel. ForGET that spot, I swear on my life, iss the worst spot imaginable. Zelda thinks so too, her eyes bulge out of her head (2:30 and 8:24) and I can feel her pain. Literally.

So yeah, if you feel like being turned into a brainless pile of goo, watch this clip. Or do it anyway, cause Zelda’s reactions are incredible and she can’t move at all. Such a fun new rig.

Whew… I need a nap.