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My Pet, the Tickle Monster: Chapter 6
🕑 Added 2024-02-28 16:06:29 +0000 UTC“Oh, please! Oh, please! Oh, please!” Rebecca begs, bouncing up and down on the couch with her breasts following suit, barely secured by her now a bit looser black bra. All the struggling from being tickled might have loosened the straps a little bit, but she did not seem to mind at all.
“PLEEEEEEEEASE TICKLE ME, OLIVIA!” Rebecca begs again. Olivia looks at her bewildered and wide-eyed. She saw a lot of energy behind those eyes. Rebecca seems obsessed with being tickled. How had Olivia not noticed this at all over the past several months working with her?
Rebecca suddenly lunges forward, grabbing Olivia’s hand from her lap and placing it on her own bare tummy, lying back on the couch and trying her best to stretch her other arm as high as it can go.
“Tickle me! Tickle me!” Rebecca repeats in an almost sing-song melody, begging desperately to have her ticklish fantasies met. She tries scribbling Olivia’s fingers over her tummy using her own hand, but it doesn’t feel the same. Her desperation bubbles out of her entire body, her abdomen curls and stretches, moving in an indiscernible rhythm. Her left hand is locked on Olivia’s hand and her right is raised as high as she can keep it above her head. She’s lying back on the couch as stretched as she can force herself while still holding Olivia’s hand on her tummy. Her eyes are closed and she simply repeats her mantra over and over.
“Please tickle me. Please tickle me. Please tickle me.”
The rhythm of her begging is interrupted by intermittent gasps and squeaks as Olivia relents to the knismophiliac, flexing her fingers slightly and causing Rebecca’s tummy to flex as she feels the ticklish sensations fire through her ticklish body.
“Yes, oh yes. Please, more! Tickle me!” Rebecca begs over and over between her sensual gasps and ticklish giggles and sudden squeaks. Her body undulates up and down, her exposed belly rolling and flexing as she pins Olivia's hand to her soft skin. Olivia's fingers rest lightly on the hyper-ticklish blonde's midsection, feeling every tense and twitch underneath. Her skin is slightly slick from the earlier ticklish torture with Cocho. Pink splotches paint her pale form along her sides, tummy, underarms, and navel. Olivia's shocked expression slowly transforms into a sadistic smile as she begins slowly squeezing and kneading Rebecca's bare midriff, procuring squeaks and giggles of ticklish delight from the submissive blonde.
With Olivia beginning the tickling, Rebecca releases her grip on Olivia's hand and raises both arms above her head now, exposing her entire giggling underwear-clad body to Olivia's devilish whims. Olivia places both hands on Rebecca’s exposed tummy and begins spider tickling all over her soft skin. Her fingers are like figure skaters on the surface of Rebecca's ticklish tummy, gliding effortlessly across the sensitive skin and skillfully covering her entire abdomen in a matter of seconds before closing the loop and tickling it all over again. Rebecca giggles away softly, squirming back and forth under Olvia’s tickling fingers and doing her best to hold her arms up. Olivia’s spider tickling circles begin to widen, now including Rebecca’s soft, sensitive sides as well as the center of her belly. Her fingers dance fluidly along Rebecca’s sides, scratching ever so slightly along her ticklish skin that squirms and tenses under the ticklish touch. Her tummy twitches and jumps with every delicate stroke of Olivia’s fingernails and her tickler masterfully keeps her fingers locked on to her ticklish abdomen.
“Heeheeheehee!” Rebecca giggles and squirms back and forth, Olivia’s tickling merely teasing the blonde. “Yohoohoohou can dohoohoo better than thahahahat!”
Olivia recoils slightly at that comment, almost offended that Rebecca would challenge her like this. Sure, she was usually the one on the receiving end, but she learned a few tricks from Cocho. And she even watched as Cocho tickled Rebecca to tears a few minutes ago. How dare she tempt Olivia to go all out?
“You want more, then?” Olivia teases her ticklee.
“Dohohohon’t Hohohold Bahahack! Tihihickle meheehee!” Rebecca pleads.
“Alright then!” Olivia dives in to Rebecca’s bare, exposed armpits and scribbles her fingers back and forth, wasting no time with teasing tickles and instead opting for the torturous tickling Rebecca is so desperate for.
“AHHHHAHAHAHAHA!” Rebecca howls with ticklish delight as she jerks her hands down to her sides, clamping Olivia’s tickling fingers inside her armpits.
“Oh, I don’t think that’s the move you want to try. Now, there’s no way you can escape!” Olivia teases her.
Rebecca thrashes back and forth, unable to escape Olivia’s tickling fingers as Olivia hops on top of her hips. Rebecca’s eyes are wide with ticklish glee and her mouth is frozen open with raucous laughter radiating like sunlight from her tickled form. Her hair is tossed all over her face as she shakes her head back and forth and bucks her hips up and down in a desperate attempt to escape the ticklish torture. Her armpits are her most ticklish spot by far and even more ticklish than any Olivia had ever seen. But her futile attempt to protect her armpits has simply made it easier for Olivia to keep her fingers tickling away at their targets while Rebecca cackles and rolls around on the couch.
“Ok, I think it’s only fair that if you’re going to ask for it, then you should be more than willing to take it,” Cocho remarks, walking over to Rebecca’s still thrashing form and taking position at her head. Two tentacles reach from his blobby form and wrap around Rebecca’s wrists. With a gentle but firm motion, Cocho raises Rebecca’s hands back over her head, locking them over the arm of the couch and freeing Olivia’s tickling hands.
“There we go! Isn’t that what you always wanted?” Olivia teases Rebecca. “Coochie coochie coo, my little ticklee! Doesn’t that tickle so so so much? Are your armpits just way too ticklish? Tickle tickle tickle!”
Rebecca’s howling becomes even louder as Olivia’s teasing combines with the helpless feeling of having a literal tickle monster restraining her arms up so his owner can tickle away at her defenseless underarms.
“NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEEHEEHEEHEASE STOHAHAHAHAHOP!” Rebecca begs, the ticklish torture becoming too much for her hyper ticklish armpits.
“If you want me to stop, then you should say the safeword!” Olivia sings at the ticklish blonde. “Otherwise, my wittle fingers will just tickle, tickle, tickle!”
Olivia keeps scribbling her fingers all over Rebecca’s stretched out hollows, her ticklish armpits turning a bright pink from all the stimulation and her face matching it from all the uproarious laughter. Olivia lightens up her tickling, barely touching Rebecca's ticklish armpits with her fingernails. Rebecca still howls with laughter from the relentless ticklish onslaught, but her struggling subsides slightly. The blonde’s head is tossed back onto the arm of the couch and her eyes squeeze shut with ticklish tears forming in the corners. She swings her head side to side, pressing her bright pink cheeks against her shoulders and arms, Cocho's grip unbreakable as Olivia tickles away, scribbling and tickling all over Rebecca's stretched taut underarms.
“NOOOOOHOHOHOHO STOOOOHAHAHAHA!” Rebecca can't even finish her sentences anymore as Olivia tickles and tickles. Her armpits must be unbearably ticklish if this is how she reacts with such light tickles!
“Coochie coochie coo, Becky! I don't think she can take much more, do you Cocho?” Olivia smiles at her tickle monster pet who happily restrains her ticklish victim. Rebecca is bellowing with laughter and writhing as much as her captors will allow as Cocho looks up at Olivia with a semi-sadistic smile.
“Hmm… maybe not. But she should try her best, I think,” he grumbles, Rebecca's hysterical laughter ceaselessly singing throughout the small living room. Two more tendrils reach from Cocho's massive form and he produces three small fingers from the end of each, and places the alien fingertips toward the top of each of Rebecca's helplessly exposed underarms as Olivia moves her merciless tickling fingernails towards the lower part of Rebecca's underarms, right above her ribcage and close to the sides of her breasts. Olivia moves her fingers fluidly, never stopping her ticklish torment as Cocho's fingers take their place where Rebecca’s arms meet her underarms and begins his own ticklish torture of the defenseless blonde.
AHHHHAHAHAHAHA! NAAHAHAHAHAHA! THAT'S TOOHOOHOO MUHUHUHUCH! AAAHHHAHAHAHAHA!” Rebecca screams, her ticklish laughter increasing by multiple magnitudes as the fiendish duo tickle her most ticklish spot together. She bucks and thrashes and kicks as hard as she can while shrieking ticklish laughter cascades from her belly.
“HAHAHAHAHA NOHOHO MOHOHOHORE PLEAHEHEHEHEASE!” she squeals, losing herself in ticklish laughter yet again as her ticklers continue their excruciatingly wonderful ticklish endeavors, exploiting her most ticklish spot with a ruthlessness Rebecca has never experienced before. Her raucous screeching and desperate bucking and thrashing, though entirely hopeless, still continue despite their futility.
“Oh my, she is a feisty one, huh?” Olivia remarks with a smirk. Her fingers delicately scribble beside Rebecca's breasts, the sides of which have been partially exposed by her skimpy bra and violent thrashing. “Let's go ahead and break her down like… this!”
With her final word, both Olivia and Cocho begin tickling Rebecca's bound armpits hard. Olivia digs her fingertips into Rebecca's sideboob, tickling her silly as her breasts bounce back and forth with each intense stroke. Cocho takes his fingertips to the very center of Rebecca's vulnerable armpits, kneading gently into the muscles there and eliciting an incredibly powerful ticklish response from his captive, ticklish victim.
Rebecca's eyes go wide as the duo begin their even more merciless ticklish assault on her armpits and sideboobs, tears now streaking her face as her mouth is fixed in a permanent wide-open laugh. Booming ticklish laughter reverberates throughout the walls of the house, surely loud enough to wake the neighbors if they were any closer than they are in the otherwise quiet countryside.
“NAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHA! STOHAHAHAHA! PLEHEEHEEHAHAHAHA!” Rebecca attempts to beg through her uncontrollable laughter, but can't even get one word out. Panic begins to set in as she wonders if she will even be able to get the safeword out. What if they tickle her too long? What if it never stops?
What if she never wants it to?
Cocho and Olivia continue their hardcore tickle torture of the sexy blonde as she simply lies still and howls, her body unable to fight and struggle against their restraint anymore. Olivia's tickling fingertips slow and she moves back to light tickling using her fingernails on Rebecca's exposed sideboobs, her laughter continuing on at the same strength as before. Cocho hasn't changed his tickling tactics at all, his fingertips still gently kneading Rebecca's sensitive muscles.
“NAHHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHA! IHIHI CAHAHAN’T! RED!” Rebecca manages through her ticklish cackling.
Olivia and Cocho slow their tickling and Rebecca's laughter begins to slow. She pants to catch her breath with inconsistent giggles still spilling from her lips. With both eyes closed, she lays her head limply against the arm of the couch and lies completely still while trying to recover from the intense ticklish torture. Cocho releases her wrists and Olivia gently caresses her sides with her full palms, trying to help her calm down from her ticklish hysterics.
“Well?...” Olivia breaks the silence after a couple of minutes. “How did I do?”
“I think… *huff* I think you did good… *huff*” Rebecca replies with a limp thumbs-up and a breathy laugh. She places her hands on her face and continues breathing as deeply as she can. “Whew! That was intense!” she shouts excitedly as she bounces into a sitting position.
“I'm surprised you took it so well,” Olivia remarks. “I'm not sure I could handle all that…”
“It was amazing! Now, I think it's your-...” Rebecca begins.
“Ugh, it's so late,” Olivia interrupts her. “I think we'd better get to bed, Cocho.”
“Yeah, probably,” Cocho replies.
“Oh, yeah. I didn't realize it had gotten so late, hehe,” Rebecca concurs, slightly disappointed she won't get her fingers on Olivia tonight. “I'll go ahead and head back home for the night. I had a lot of fun!”
“Me too!” both Olivia and Cocho agree.
“Maybe we can do it again?...” Rebecca asks timidly.
Cocho and Olivia nod happily as Rebecca hops joyfully to her feet and begins getting dressed. It was definitely a night she will never forget.
“Alright! I'll see you both later!” Rebecca calls as she steps out the door, waving with her car keys in her hand as she does.
Once Cocho and Olivia crash into bed, they both fall asleep immediately, obviously exhausted from the long night of tickling, thrashing, restraining, and squealing.
