Tickle Story (alien/f, bondage,tickling)

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Ok if you are under 18 or offended by bondage and tickling or alien tickle
monsters don't read. If you are not please read.
All feedback + or - will be gratefully received. Thank you and hope you
enjoy.

The Tickle Monster
by
TikleToy

(Dedicated to and based on suggestions by Kristentkl)

After an eternity of torture at the hands of the alien queen and
her tickling minions I lose all sense of reality except for my unendurable
tickle agony. But it must have stopped at some point because I do
eventually recover my senses and find that I am no longer being tickled.
I am now in a deep bowl shaped pit. I am tied spread eagle to the
floor. I am still sore from my forced laughter and from straining at my
bonds during my last session with the queen. I am still nude save for a
small silky black g-string that only barely covers my baby smooth hairless
pussy.
I do not think I have been unconscious long for not only I still
have droplets of sweat covering my body, but I still have the frustrating
tingle in my loins thanks to the fiendish tentacles of one the aliens. A
tentacle that lightly, gently, CONSTANTLY teased and probed my helpless
pussy. However, at the instructions of the queen, the touches were just
enough to arouse and tickle but never enough to allow me the release of
orgasm.
I do not have long to ponder my predicament. A voice from
seemingly nowhere and everywhere echoes in my mind. It is the voice of the
alien queen. "Good you are awake and still sane."
A light appears above me at the top of the pit. I see the queen
reclining on a large cushioned throne. She is still nude and I can clearly
see her long dark hair and deep blue eyes. She relaxes and stretches on
the throne displaying her perfectly toned, lean body and beautiful breast.
Her bright blue skin enhances rather than detracts from her beauty.
Despite my very real fear of her a flood of desire washes over me.
My nipples stiffen and that maddening tingle increases. Her pupilless blue
eyes flash as they make contact with mine and she smiles. Somehow we are
aware of each others thoughts and she knows my lust for her. Then my eyes
widen and begin to tear as I sense her plans for me.
I find my voice and scream, "NO! PLEASE! DON'T TICKLE ME ANYMORE!
I AM BEGGING YOU!"
She laughs and inside my head I hear her voice. "You humans are so
weak AND SO TICKLISH. I think my special pet will find you quite
enjoyable. I KNOW I will enjoy watching you play together."
At that a section of the smooth pit quivers and then dilates open.
A huge lumbering shape slowly steps out of the blackness beyond the
opening and into the lighted pit. My breath catches and I cannot even let
out an audible gasp.
Moving towards me is what looks like an enormous blue, fuzzy
sphere at least ten feet in diameter. Countless appendages and tentacles
radiate out from its body. Many seem to end in little fuzzy fingers, but
some end in brush like tendrils, suction cups and even stiff fleshy
phalluses. This thing this beast would be almost comical except that from
my mind link with the queen I know what this thing is. It is a tickle
monster.
My voice returns again in series of screams and pleas for mercy.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! Get away from me! Please, let me go."
The queen ignores my cries but I sense in her strong feelings of
satisfaction and anticipation.
Suddenly two tentacles snake out towards me and wrap themselves
around my ankles. Each tentacle the circles around my big toes and my feet
are gently but firmly stretched back taut. Now even what little relief
wiggling my feet might have provided during the upcoming torment is denied
me. Two more tentacles that end in soft delicate fingers reach out to the
bottoms of my feet and the stop. I know realize that the monsters covering
is not really furry but more like the soft down of a baby chick. The
fingertips just touch my helplessly ticklish arches and then rest there
unmoving. This touch alone forces me to grin unwillingly and my entire
body squirms in anticipation of the upcoming torture as much as my bounds
will allow.
"Please don't," I whimper, "I can't take much more of this "
At that moment the monster slowly traces its fingers up and down
my feet. From my heels to just under my toes, one hand moves up one my
left foot as the other moves down my right. At random intervals the
fingers wiggle across as they move up and down my soles."
"EEEEEEEHEEEHEEEEEEHAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOOOOOOOHOHOOHOOHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!! STAAAAAAAAAAAAAHP!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!
My howling, hysterical response echoes throughout the pit as the
beast tortures my feet unceasingly. "PLEEEEHEHEHEEEEEESE
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH MERRRRRCEEEEEEEE HEEHE EHEEH HAHAHAAH!!!!
Both the queen and her tickle monster ignore my pleas. Without
letting up on my foot torture other tentacles and appendages reach out and
make their way across my body.
Seemingly countless feathery hands attack my body. Two begin to
squeeze and tickle my knees. Four more apply maddeningly torturous strokes
and caress along my upper and inner thighs. Several hands poke and tickle
my sides from my lower flanks all the up along my lower torso and ribs to
just under my armpits.
Helpless agonized laughter is my only response.
"HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA HEEEEHEEHEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH ST ST
AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA AHAHAHH!!!!!!!!!"
The monster lets me enjoy it's attentions for several minutes then
adds to my agony. More fingers descend upon my and spider themselves into
my exposed and sensitive armpits. Tentacles that end in whirling bushes
spin and dance across my breasts and nipples. Once again the tingle builds
between my legs and up my belly adding to my torment.
"EEEEEEEHAHAHAHOOOHOHOAHAHHAAHHAHHAHAAHHAAHHA NO AHHAHA MORE
AHAHHAHAHAHAHHEHE IIIAHAHAHAHAHA CAHAHAHAHAN'T TTTTAHAHTAKE
AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHAAHIT HEEHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!!!!"
I hear the queens voice and sense her strong feelings of pleasure
as she speaks in my mind. "You look SOOOOOO lovely my little pet. I truly
believe this is why you where created. Just like my tickle monster was
created to torment beings such as you.
Notice how my pet has no eyes and no ears. He can neither see or
hear you. Your pathetic begging will go unheard you pleading looks unseen.
But it can feel. Every sensation it forces through you body sends back a
signal of pure and simple happiness to it. Your tickle agony is it's
pleasure and it will never stop unless I command that it do so."
More tentacles reach for me. This time the monster attacks my
tender, ticklish belly. Fingers poke and caress my tummy. Others draw
circles at varying speeds below and around my belly button.
Then what feels like a worm tongue licks at the beads of sweat
that have formed on my tummy. One by one that fiendish tongue licks and
licks like a hungry cat. Then it starts to probe and like at my belly
button. The tongue flicks and explores the sensitive naval cavity.
My tummy quivers and spasms uncontrollably. My stomach muscles
contract and expand rapidly, helplessly. The tummy tickles redouble my
already immeasurable tickle agony. I clench my hands into tight fists,
throw my head back and howl.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH HEEH
AHAHHAHAHAHAHAH EHEEEEEEEEHAHHHAHAHAHAHHAAHH
HEHHEEHOOOOOHEAHHAHAHAAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAH!!!!!!!!"
I laugh deep hysterical agonized belly laughs that seem to echo
forever around the pit. My muscles strain at the bounds and I fight
desperately for gulps of air gulps that are few and far between.
The monster continues relentlessly. each appendage and tentacle
seems to have a mind of its own. It varies the method and intensity of the
tickling on each area of my body at random. Just when i think the
sensations on my feet will overload my brain they lesson while my ribs and
underarms are tickled fiercely, Then that subsides and my feet are again
send tickle signals through my body. Then my thighs and knees become the
focal point. Then my feet and underarms. Over and over with different
variations my tickle agony continues on and on.
All the while my tummy is tickled and tickled and licked and
licked. Sheer exhaustions prevents any more quaking spasms just helpless
small quivers as that relentless tongue attends to my belly button.
As my laughter becomes more hoarse and my exhausted muscles do not
thrash as wildly as before the monster increases my torment. A tentacle
that terminates in a fleshy probe begins to poke and explore my pussy
through the fabric of my g-string. It teases along my outer lips in a
gentle unchanging rhythm forcing the tingle in my loins to bubble up in a
fire. them the probe begins to vibrate first softly but with increasing
speed. Pleasure shoots though me like lightning bolts mixing with the
tickle sensations. As the vibrations increase the tickling decreases all
except for the brushes teasing my nipples. My nipples swells to the point
of bursting. Pussy floods with its sweet juice and my clit becomes
engorged and throbs desperate for attention. the probe works its way
around the flimsy cloth and enters me. the vibrations intensify and then a
smaller probe attaches to my aching clit and buzzes. My body stiffens and
I yell my first non laugh obstructed word in hours. "YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!"
"Ah my little pet enjoys our games after all," the queen says amusingly.
I pay no attention to her or anything else except the pleasure now
pulsing through my entire being. I thrust my hips upwards as much as
possible. My teeth clench and I breath in short quick gasps as I approach
orgasm. But just as I begin to anticipate the long denied tidal wave of
release, the beast stops. The probe quickly leaves me and once again the
tickling continues.
"NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAAH
PLEEEEEEEEEEEEESESEESE AHAHAHHA LET AHHAHAH MEEEHEEHEEHEOOOOHOHOHOHOO
CUM AHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAH."
The queen laughs. "I am afraid such pleasures are not for the
likes of you. I will allow you occasionally to a little like you just had
but no more."
My sexually frustration as resnsitized my body to new heights of
ticklishness. Once again my body spasms and shakes uncontrollably. My poor
tummy quivers and and quakes as that evil tongue explores my naval yet
again.
This time however I find the strength to overcome the overwhelming
tickles to beg.
"PLEEEEEEEEEESEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAH MERCEEEE AHAHAHAHAHAHAH NO MOREE
AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH."
"Yes my pet. Beg for me. It pleases me. If I am sufficiently
pleased. I MIGHT think about letting you have ONE orgasm."
"PLEEEEEEESEEEE I AM BEGGING YOU AHAHHAHAHAHAHHAAHHA I AM SOOOO
TICKLISHHHEHEHEHEHEHH HOOOOHEHHEHEHHAHAHAHAH I CAN'T AHAHAHAHA TAKE IT
AHAHAHHAHAAHAH IT'S HEHEHEEHAHAHAH TORTURE AHAHHAHAAHAHHAHA."
"Do you acknowledge me as your queen?'
"HAHAHAHAH YES YES AHAHAHAHAH YOU ARE MY QUEEEEHEHEEEHN AHAHHAHA
I AM YOUR AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA SLAVE AHAHHAHAHAHA."
"No, not my slave, my pet."
"HAHAHAHAHHHAH AHHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAH YES AHHAHAHAH I AM YOUR PET
AHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA PLEEEESE AHHAHAHAHHAH STOP TICKLING MEEEEEHEEHEHEHHE
MAKE IT STAHHHHP AHHA I BEG YOU AHAHHAHHAHAHHAH!!
"And who owns that beautiful body of yours?"
"HAHAHHAHAHA YOU DO AHAHAHHAHAHAAHA ITS YOURS AHAHAHHAHAAHAH TO DO
WITH AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH ANYTHING AHAHAHHAHAH JUST PLEASE
STOOOOOOOOOOOP AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
"I am pleased my pet. But I don't think you have earned the right
to orgasm just yet. I think I'll let my monster continue it's fun."
The tickling increases to new heights. My feet my underarms my
sides and my tummy do not escape. More tongues drop down to lick on my
belly and it contacts and relaxes in unwilling tickle induced spasms.
Through a glare of tears I look up at the queen. She is leaning back on he
throne with a look of intense concentration and pleasure. I realize that
what I said was true. She owns my body. I will feel feel any and all
senseations she and her minions chose to inflict upon or deny to me. I am
just existing for their amusement. Through our midlink she sense my
conclusions and laughs.
I close my eyes drop my head back and laugh with her as I lose
myslef in my tickle agony.

The End?
TikleToy (tikl...@aol.com)
Aka Julie O: )

[jmb...@aol.com]

Let's hope its not the end.......good story.