"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," she screams again, when you swiftly grab the tickle fairy and put it back under the cup. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" She's thrashing against her bondages just as aggressively as when she was being tickled.
"What's the matter? I thought you wanted it to stop?"
"Fuck you! Put it back, Kevin! I need to..."
"What's that?" It's heaven watching her. She's so helpless, and desperate, and she knows it.
"I WANT TO CUM!"
And here she is. Laura Ravenloft, begging for you to let her cum. This is so perfect, you almost take pity on her. Almost.
"And why would I let you? You're being punished here, Laura, not pleasured."
"Please! I'll let you do anything! I'm so close!"
"Fine," you say, as you walk back to your desk. You place a viol of shaving oil in front of her. "What do you say?"
You can see that for a second she wants to protest, but her horniness gets the better of her.
"Fine!" she spits. "Shave my pussy, you freak."
She doesn't have to ask you twice. You message the shaving oil into her pubic mound, and watch as the substance quickly dissolves her landing strip, exposing the last bit of skin to you that she hasn't already. You also notice that when your fingers touch her crotch, she doesn't try to move away; instead, it's like she's trying to press her hip into your fingers, although she's still being held down with an iron grip. You run a finger over her labia, and she lets out an involuntary moan.
"Oh my, you're really desperate. How unfortunate."
"What? You promised me you'd let me cum!"
"Oh yes. If you want to. But I don't think you actually want that. See, as soon as you cum, I'll knock this cup over. Now, I know how sensitive your clit is right now, and I think it will become a lot more sensitive if you have an orgasm. I can't imagine what it would feel like if the tickle fairy started tickling you right after."
Her eyes widen.
"No! You can't do that! I will die!"
"And the worst part is," you continue, ignoring her plea, "that if it can make you cum once, it can again. You'll have orgasm after orgasm, your clit becoming more and more sensitive, with the tickle fairy tickling it more and more vigorously, until its magic becomes to week to keep it in this world, in about fifteen minutes. How does that sound?"
"No! Anything but that!"
"As you wish. But, if you change your mind and want to cum, just tell me."
"Not a chance."
"Okay," you say as you grab a feather. "Now where was I? Oh right, tickling your clit."
"No, nooooOOooOOoOOOOOOOOOOOOHHOOHOHOOOO..." Her pleas turn into howling as you slide the feather across its target.
You make sure to stretch it out, taking a good five seconds to drag the full length of the feather across her clitoris. After its tip kisses goodbye to her spot, you start over again. She is going crazy.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK," she screams, thrashing her head, her arms, trying to get away from the sensations in her vulva.
She's laughing and moaning in an equal part; your goal is to tease her, but because of the tickle fairy's secretion, any touch on her clit will tickle her like hell. Based on her shrieks and laughter, you think you hit the perfect technique: she can't decide if she wants to touches to stop, or to strengthen. You drag the feather once more over her clitoris.
"STOP, STOP, STOOOOAAAAAAHHHAAHHHAAAAAP," she screams again when it makes contact.
After five or six journeys across her clit, the feather is soaking wet, so you have to get a new one. Then you continue your work, taking your time to slide it over her achingly sensitive spot, listening to her laughter and screams and pleas.
"MAHAAHHAAAAAAAAAA... MAAHHAAKKKE IIIT STAAAAAAAAAAAAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!"
The tip of the feather kisses her clitoris, you bring it back on top and start over.
"There is only one way this stops, and you know it."
Slide the feather for one... two... three... four... five... bring it back, slide it for one... two... three... four... five... "AAAAAAAAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA," she laughs, as you do it again, and again. Every time the feather gets so wet it loses its stiffness, you grab another one. Around feather number four, the laughter becomes less frequent, the moans more loud. It also takes less and less time for her wetness to soak the feathers.
After the eighth feather, she breaks.
"ENOUGH! JUST. MAKE. ME. CUM!"
"Are you sure?" you tease, as you touch feather number nine to her clit. "I have so many more feathers."
"NOOOOOOO! STOOOOP!"
"You're not sure?" You give her another five second tease with the feather, which sends her howling.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA... YES! I AM! Please!"
"As you wish."
You replace the feather with a brush. You can see her muscles tensing when you touch it to her clit, desperately trying to get closer, but the hands holding her down don't let her. You almost pull away, denying her from a climax once again, teasing her to insanity, but you decide to stick to your original plan instead. You treat her with quick strokes; before you paid attention to barely touch her, but the brush dances more deliberately, in a way that's designed to pleasure not to tease.
Her moans grow more frequent, her breath quickens, and then she cums loud, with immense pleasure on her face. You let her have it, just for a moment, the lingering pleasure after an intense orgasm. Then you walk back to your desk, and flip the cup over.
The freed tickle fairy shots straight for her clit, attacking the spot that is, right now, more sensitive than she's ever been anywhere. And it starts tickling.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, 4; she screams in pure ticklish agony. You quickly consider tickling her somewhere else by hand, but decide against it. You don't want anything to distract her from the clit tickling.
You open her spellbook and start reading, only half-paying attention amidst her nonstop laughter. You flip through the pages, taking note of a few spells that look interesting. Then, after two minutes,
"OOOOH... NOOO... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO... EEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeee" she screams, as she cums again, the waves of pleasure probably overriding the ticklish feeling for a single second, but then, just as you thought, her laughter becomes even more intense, as the fairy continues its relentless tickling of her clit, that is even more sensitive after the second orgasm.
The third one comes just a minute later. This one's even worse, because now the tickle fairy had enough time to secrete its substance, that make her even more ticklish. With the orgasm, it must be unbearable. Her laughter reaches octaves that you didn't think was possible, as the torture of her clit, growing more and more sensitive with every second, goes on and on forever.
If you counted correctly, she had ten orgasms before the magic keeping the tickle fairy in your plane of existence fades, and the tickling finally ceases.
Laura's a mess, sweating, panting, her pussy pink from the battery of tickling and orgasms. The invisible hand is still spreading her, displaying her clit to you, almost inviting you to continue the job. You lean between her legs, and gently blow on her clit.
"EEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE," she howls, like she fell into a vat of tickle fairies. "Plhhee- please, stop tickling me there!"
"Oh, so you want me to tickle you somewhere else?"
"Yes! Please, anywhere else, just not my clit!"
"So would you choose me tickling you for an hour nonstop, then letting you go naked, maybe with your hands tied behind your back so everyone can see you, than just tickling your clit for a minute?"
You see her face that she wants to throw another swear at you, but then she just mumbles,
"Yes."
While this is a very intriguing proposition, by now you've had your hand on, and tickled, every inch of her, including all the ones that she so far kept very private. While of course you will never grow tired of her squirming under your fingers, you decide instead to...
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