Arielle’s punishment (another continuation of the orgasm torture J-Cal story)
Arielle was in a special dungeon on the floor. It would be quite uncomfrotable but the tentacle lined clothing on her kept her quite padded. Althoug Arielle would like welcome a cold hard floor over this. She wiggled and screached laugheter with occasional frustrated moans. This was agony. And it had been four days straight. The clothes magically took care of all her bodies needs. So she could be kept like this indefinitely if desired.
“MAAAHAHAHSTERAHAHAHA PLEASEHAHAHAHAHAH MAKE IT STOPAHAHAHAHA ILLDOHOH ANYTHNGAHAHAHAH!! ITEHASHAHS BEENAHA FOUR DAYAHAHASHSHAHAHAH”
“Oh Arielle, looke at you. I think living tickling tentacle clothes is one of my favorite ways to torture you succubi. Lina certainly is screaming nearly every day from it. I’ll show her mercy towards the end tho. Then we’ll see how many orgasm I can wring from her. Mmm, I’m getting hard just think about that”
“AIAHEHAHAH NOOHOHOH STPAHAHAHA OHMYGAHAHAHA STOP TICKLING MYEAHHAHA CLITAHAHAH ITS SOHOHOH TICKLEAHAHAHHA ITS AGONEHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!” Arielle screamed as it kept tickling her clit, sometimes flicking it, sometimes licking it, and sometime wrapping around it with tiny, almost feather like lined, tentacles. This was one of Arielle’s most agonizing torments. But a few others superceded it.
“Oh clit tickling? That’s the terrible one. Trust me there are worse things. I know, your entire body is super hypersensitized and being tickled. Your ticklish armpits, your perky breasts and nipples, you thighs. Oh man, that foot tickling looks agonizing. When you and Krissa tickled me for hours, other than my *ahem* ‘valuables’, that was by far the worst place. True agony. And Krissa and you just kept making me so sensitive. Man, but you should remember that well. Remember how I cried, sobbed, begged for it to stop. And you two responded by making it worse. Upping my sensitivity. Tickling me more ferociously. So no Ari honey, no mercy, no stopping. It gets worse every second as the magic of that suit secretes special lube that slowly increased your sensitivity, while inhibiting your orgasms.”
“MAAHSAHSSHTHATHEHAHAHA IM SOREHAHAHAHHSA PLEASEHAHEAHS OHOH GAHDASH PLEASEH LET MEAHAHA COME I CANT TAKEAHHAHA ITAHAHAH YOU CAN TICKLE ME MORE JUST MAKE ME CUM!!! AIAEAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”
“Oh, like you let me? Oh right, that never happened. And you pushed Krissa and Lina to a new torture I had only experienced a little. But rather than tell you…” he said vaguely, then made a motion, his demonic lord powers controlling the hellish tickle suit. As he did this, a very wiggly, ticklish, and sensitizing slime covered tentacle went up Linas ass. It had already been tickling her anus viciously, eliciting agonizing screams worse than her feet, on par with her clit. But this was something new. The pussy tickling and fucking was a little rough, but there was some joy to be had. But this. Arielle had never experienced much ass play. Even when being trained, Krissa and Lina new it was a bit intense for her. But perhaps because of her own aversion for it, she loved inflicting it on her slaves. Succubi trainees. A mortal man here and there how would have the succubus part of their night wiped from their memories. But the new demon lord, while being Krissa and Linas slave had experience a new hell from this. With some play, they found his anus and prostate to be his worse spot. And once they found this out, they didn’t stop. The tickling was so much worse than the dildos and vibrators. And now Arielle was in his position. She would not be given mercy.
“AAAHAHHAHAHAIEHAHAH NOHOHOH NOHOHOHO TAKE IT OTUAHAHAHAH TAKE IT OUTAHAHHAAHAH PLEASEHAHSA MASTERAHAHAHAH NOHOHOHOH NOOHOHO IEEHETHAHASHSHAS TOOHOHOH MAUCHCHAHS THIS IS WORSESEHAHAH THANANAAN EVERYTHING ELSE COMBINEDHAHAHAHAH ITS WORSE THAN THE DENIALAHAHAHAHH NOHOH ONOHOHOH SOMEONE HELPAHAHAH MEHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
“Oh now that is delightful. Well, I’m leaving. I honestly like you being here in the dark. I know you, well I guess me now too…anyway, your demon eyesight is still able to see. But even so. I like the feel of you left to suffer alone, hopeless, in the dark. I’ve ordered the other succubi, not to come back here for a week. After that, I’m going to spend some time with you and Lina. Oh I have some delicious ideas for a little lesbian couples torture. It’s gonna be so much fun. But that’s a week away. Anyway have fun in here, it’s all your gonna now for 168 hours,” he said, walking towards the door as Arielle begged him not to leave her like this. He made another gesture and all the tickling became ten times worse and her sensitivity 20 times more. She screeched sobbed and begged, before the door shut leaving her in darkness with nothing but this suit of tickling, orgasm denial hell.
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Arielle’s punishment (another continuation of the orgasm torture J-Cal story)
Arielle was in a special dungeon on the floor. It would be quite uncomfrotable but the tentacle lined clothing on her kept her quite padded. Althoug Arielle would like welcome a cold hard floor over this. She wiggled and screached laugheter with occasional frustrated moans. This was agony. And it had been four days straight. The clothes magically took care of all her bodies needs. So she could be kept like this indefinitely if desired.
“MAAAHAHAHSTERAHAHAHA PLEASEHAHAHAHAHAH MAKE IT STOPAHAHAHAHA ILLDOHOH ANYTHNGAHAHAHAH!! ITEHASHAHS BEENAHA FOUR DAYAHAHASHSHAHAHAH”
“Oh Arielle, looke at you. I think living tickling tentacle clothes is one of my favorite ways to torture you succubi. Lina certainly is screaming nearly every day from it. I’ll show her mercy towards the end tho. Then we’ll see how many orgasm I can wring from her. Mmm, I’m getting hard just think about that”
“AIAHEHAHAH NOOHOHOH STPAHAHAHA OHMYGAHAHAHA STOP TICKLING MYEAHHAHA CLITAHAHAH ITS SOHOHOH TICKLEAHAHAHHA ITS AGONEHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!” Arielle screamed as it kept tickling her clit, sometimes flicking it, sometimes licking it, and sometime wrapping around it with tiny, almost feather like lined, tentacles. This was one of Arielle’s most agonizing torments. But a few others superceded it.
“Oh clit tickling? That’s the terrible one. Trust me there are worse things. I know, your entire body is super hypersensitized and being tickled. Your ticklish armpits, your perky breasts and nipples, you thighs. Oh man, that foot tickling looks agonizing. When you and Krissa tickled me for hours, other than my *ahem* ‘valuables’, that was by far the worst place. True agony. And Krissa and you just kept making me so sensitive. Man, but you should remember that well. Remember how I cried, sobbed, begged for it to stop. And you two responded by making it worse. Upping my sensitivity. Tickling me more ferociously. So no Ari honey, no mercy, no stopping. It gets worse every second as the magic of that suit secretes special lube that slowly increased your sensitivity, while inhibiting your orgasms.”
“MAAHSAHSSHTHATHEHAHAHA IM SOREHAHAHAHHSA PLEASEHAHEAHS OHOH GAHDASH PLEASEH LET MEAHAHA COME I CANT TAKEAHHAHA ITAHAHAH YOU CAN TICKLE ME MORE JUST MAKE ME CUM!!! AIAEAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”
“Oh, like you let me? Oh right, that never happened. And you pushed Krissa and Lina to a new torture I had only experienced a little. But rather than tell you…” he said vaguely, then made a motion, his demonic lord powers controlling the hellish tickle suit. As he did this, a very wiggly, ticklish, and sensitizing slime covered tentacle went up Linas ass. It had already been tickling her anus viciously, eliciting agonizing screams worse than her feet, on par with her clit. But this was something new. The pussy tickling and fucking was a little rough, but there was some joy to be had. But this. Arielle had never experienced much ass play. Even when being trained, Krissa and Lina new it was a bit intense for her. But perhaps because of her own aversion for it, she loved inflicting it on her slaves. Succubi trainees. A mortal man here and there how would have the succubus part of their night wiped from their memories. But the new demon lord, while being Krissa and Linas slave had experience a new hell from this. With some play, they found his anus and prostate to be his worse spot. And once they found this out, they didn’t stop. The tickling was so much worse than the dildos and vibrators. And now Arielle was in his position. She would not be given mercy.
“AAAHAHHAHAHAIEHAHAH NOHOHOH NOHOHOHO TAKE IT OTUAHAHAHAH TAKE IT OUTAHAHHAAHAH PLEASEHAHSA MASTERAHAHAHAH NOHOHOHOH NOOHOHO IEEHETHAHASHSHAS TOOHOHOH MAUCHCHAHS THIS IS WORSESEHAHAH THANANAAN EVERYTHING ELSE COMBINEDHAHAHAHAH ITS WORSE THAN THE DENIALAHAHAHAHH NOHOH ONOHOHOH SOMEONE HELPAHAHAH MEHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
“Oh now that is delightful. Well, I’m leaving. I honestly like you being here in the dark. I know you, well I guess me now too…anyway, your demon eyesight is still able to see. But even so. I like the feel of you left to suffer alone, hopeless, in the dark. I’ve ordered the other succubi, not to come back here for a week. After that, I’m going to spend some time with you and Lina. Oh I have some delicious ideas for a little lesbian couples torture. It’s gonna be so much fun. But that’s a week away. Anyway have fun in here, it’s all your gonna now for 168 hours,” he said, walking towards the door as Arielle begged him not to leave her like this. He made another gesture and all the tickling became ten times worse and her sensitivity 20 times more. She screeched sobbed and begged, before the door shut leaving her in darkness with nothing but this suit of tickling, orgasm denial hell.