It’s advisable to go back and read the first one for some context if you haven’t already, but it isn’t necessary. As a tl;dr: Momoko is a young Japanese woman who misinterpreted being contacted to become a magical girl as an inconsequential dream. Thanks to her playing along with her best friend Aika’s joke response during the event, she ended up with the powers of being incredibly ticklish, getting herself and Aika magically tied up in response to being tickled, and compelling criminals to drop whatever they’re doing in favor of tickle torturing them until they’re too tired to commit further crimes. Together the two go out on crime fighting escapades that inevitably result in them being tortured silly.
Part 1: Becoming a Magical Girl
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It wasn’t the sight of a sex toy that made Momoko blush, she had a couple back at her apartment that saw their fair share of use, it was the sheer quantity of them. Rows upon rows of dildos, every conceivable type of vibrator, anal beads, and other tools lined the shelves in front of her. Seeing that many instruments created specifically to force the female body to experience sexual pleasure in one spot was frankly overwhelming. Rows upon rows of shelves crammed full of the things from top to bottom that came up to her shoulders extended out before her. What surprised Momoko even more than how many items were on display was that so much of it was left after this sex shop had closed for good last month. Either the owner hadn’t found a buyer to drop all of this stock on to make some of their money back when they left or they simply hadn’t cared enough to try.
“You know you don’t have to tag along for these, right?” Momoko asked. Aika looked over quizzically from where she was grabbing skimpy cosplay outfits off of a shelf and shoving them into the basket she was carrying. “I can handle these jobs alone. I know you love tickling, but it’s not like you have to be here if you don’t want to be.” It had been two days since the incident at the art exhibit where Momoko and Aika had spent nearly 24 hours straight being gang tickle tortured in the nude on national television and in front of a live audience. Momoko had found herself oddly okay with it all afterwards despite how hellishly brutal and mortifying it had been, but she wouldn’t have faulted Aika for having been traumatized by it.
“And do what, go back to that stuffy party with my parents after all that effort sneaking out? No thanks. If I’m going to spend all night being tortured, it might as well be in a form I can get off on,” Aika scoffed. “And besides, I’d be crazy to pass up this sort of opportunity. I don’t know about you, but I think going out with you on these magical girl jobs is the best thing ever. Where else in the world can I experience being non-consensually tied up, get tickle tortured with the legitimate intent of torturing us for as long as possible no matter how much we want it to stop, and yet be secure in the knowledge that we’re going to walk out of it unharmed at the end? This is a once in a lifetime opportunity for me to get to truly experience the ‘torture’ part of tickle torture in a safe environment.” Momoko had to respect her friend being so comfortable with her tickling fetish that she could declare her masochistic desire to throw herself into terrible, ticklish situations with a straight face.
The petite magical girl with white to purple gradient knee length hair watched her friend deposit her now-full basket of goodies next to the other three already placed near the door they’d broken in through. She was of two minds watching Aika ransack the place. On one hand, the city had declared all of the stuff in the store up for grabs after the owner failed to do anything about it for so long, so there was nothing wrong with Aika taking as much as the two of them could carry. On the other hand, watching a beautiful, young western woman wearing a black silk dress with complementary grey shawl and high heels run around a sex shop like a little girl who’d been told that there was no upper limit on her budget for this trip to the candy store and happily talking about looking forward to spending the night being severely tickle tortured was absurd enough that Momoko couldn’t figure out where to begin on commenting on it. Not to mention her grim certainty that she was going to be on the receiving end of every single item in those baskets for the sadistic blonde’s amusement at some point in the near future.
“So what’s this one about anyways?” Aika, apparently done picking out what she wanted from this trip, asked as she made her way over to the old wooden door near the back that Momoko was standing next to.
“The big floating light thing visited in my dreams again to say that there’s a cult of wannabe witches hiding in the basement of this place,” Momoko explained.
“Are they any good?”
“No, which is the problem. The light said it could sense their growing frustration at their lack of progress with good old-fashioned hard work. They’ve apparently become increasingly tempted to try out messier paths to power, like blood sacrifices. We’ve been sent here to allow them to figure out the sexier and more ticklish ways of extracting energy out of a human body before it comes to that.” Momoko sighed with exasperation. “Seriously, it wasn’t trying to hide that we’re here purely to act as living, ticklish sex dolls for these girls in the slightest.”
“At least it’s honest,” Aika giggled. She looked at the door in front of them and experimentally jiggled the handle. It was locked. The busty blonde turned back to survey the room. “How much do you wanna bet they have a spare key hidden away here somewhere?”
“No need,” Momoko replied with a wave of her hand. “I have a magical girl power to open old doors like this.” Aika moved to the side to give Momoko some space so she could stand directly in front of the door. “KICKY BLAMMO!” with a cry her foot lashed out to make contact right above the door handle. The force of the blow smashed the door open through its old wooden frame to slam against the wall with a thunderous crash.
“…you kicked it,” stated a shocked Aika.
“It was magic. Power of friendship and all that junk.”
“You kicked it.” Momoko ignored her to start descending the stairs into the basement. Aika followed after one last look at the broken door and a shake of her head.
The staircase led down to a short hallway ending with a door. The pair had barely gotten halfway to it when it suddenly flew open to reveal a girl about their age wearing a red jacket and holding her hands out in front of her.
“Thunderbolt!” she cried. A ball of electricity sprung into existence in front of her hands and flew towards the girls. Momoko was about to dive to the side and press herself against the wall in order to avoid it when she realized that the magic spell was moving unexpectedly slowly towards them. Very, very slowly. The hallway was silent outside of the crackling of electricity as the ball inched its way towards the pair. The girl in a red jacket was maintaining her pose with a look of concentration that said that she was pushing the ball forward with all of her might. Momoko was about to step around it when Aika stepped forward and poked it.
“Oh no! I’ve been paralyzed!” she cried while falling backwards, in what was some of the worst acting Momoko had seen since that time she’d been forced to tutor an unenthusiastic kindergartener for a school play.
‘We’re going to have to let ourselves get captured at some point anyways,’ she thought to herself. She stood still and let the ball of electricity make contact with her shoulder. It fizzled out of existence with a short “bzt” and the sensation of a particularly strong jolt of static electricity. “Oh no! I, too, have also been paralyzed,” she monotoned while falling backwards.
“It… it worked!” the girl in the red jacket exclaimed. Three more heads poked around the doorway. “Guys, guys, look! My magic. It worked!” The girls all began jumping about, cheering, and high fiving at her apparent success.
‘No wonder they aren’t making any progress on magic. They’re idiots,” Momoko thought to herself.
“What should we do with them?” The one wearing a tracksuit asked. Red Jacket looked at Momoko and Aika while opening and closing her mouth repeatedly with a confused look on her face.
“I think… I think we need to punish them,” she finally said. The three other girls glanced at her. “They broke into our base. As witches, we need to punish them good and hard to make certain they learn that we’re not to be messed with.” The other girls slowly nodded in dawning understanding. Together they carried Momoko and Aika into the room and began stripping off their clothes to leave the pair naked. Aika’s were left in a pile in the corner without any regard for their quality while Momoko’s all vanished into light the moment the girls’ hands came near them. Momoko couldn’t help but notice that Aika was shifting around and arching her back to give the girls an easier time stripping her with a grin on her face.
“Breaking and entering is illegal, you know,” Red Jacket said as she sat down at Momoko’s feet. Her hands hesitantly began to move towards the magical girl’s soles as if she herself wasn’t certain why she was doing it. When the fingers made contact, Red Jacket began slowly and gently scratching with the tips of her nails starting at the heels of Momoko’s feet and began traveling up to the base of her toes, then back down again.
“Tehehehehe!” Momoko immediately broke into giggles and reflexively tried to kick. It didn’t matter that she was supposed to be pretending that she was still paralyzed by the ball of electricity, glowing cuffs appeared to hold her feet still under the gentle teasing. Attempting to move her hands immediately had them get locked up above her head too. The white-haired girl squeezed her eyes shut. There was no going back now. She knew that the tickling wasn’t going to stop for a very, very long time and there was no longer any chance of escaping it. Red Jacket stared transfixed at her giggling face while she completed a few more trips up and down her soles.
“Hey, go upstairs and grab some toys. I got an idea,” Red Jacket called out to her compatriots. The ones wearing glasses and thigh high nylons respectively left to go upstairs together. They came back a few minutes later carrying the baskets Aika had loaded up earlier. Instead of going to help them, Tracksuit took a seat near Momoko’s side and began sinking her long nails into her armpits. She’d gently trace circles around the outer edge for a few seconds before suddenly diving them into the depths of Momoko’s sensitive hollows to scratch away for a bit. She’d eventually stop to dig 4 fingers in to force her to scream before going back to teasing around the edges. Red Jacket nodded at her in thanks and stepped up her own attack as well. She increased the intensity of her scratching to rake down the magical girl’s feet, then move over half a finger length into new territory over and over again on a ticklish trip across the width of Momoko’s soles.
‘HEHEHAHAHAHEHAHAHA I’M SOHOHORRY! STOP! PLEAHAHAHAHASE STOHOHOP! WE’LL LEAVEHAHAHAHAHA! WE’LL LEAVEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I’M SORRYHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” They were rewarded with Momoko’s giggling transforming into full blown hysterics. She bucked and thrashed and wiggled her feet in a desperate attempt to escape, but it was futile. Her two tormentors followed her every squirm like pros and punished her attempts to escape them with further tickling.
Right next to her Glasses and Thigh Highs were unwrapping sex toys and lining them up next to Aika, who was watching Momoko’s torment with a mixture of amusement and envy. She didn’t resist when Glasses put automatic nipple pumps over her swollen areola or Thigh Highs began to gently touch around her wet pussy lips while holding a dildo in her other hand.
“How about a game?” Red Jacket suggested. “How about we let this cow of a friend of yours have some fun with these toys while we tickle you. Every time she cums we’ll tickle you. And as long as we’re tickling you, we’ll keep making her cum. The game ends… well, never if I’m being honest,” she finished with an evil grin. She transitioned from raking her nails across Momoko’s entire soles in favor of focusing on digging into the soft undersides of her toes. Momoko’s laughter rose another notch in response. “I’ll take that as you saying you want to play.”
“Mmmmm…” A moan escaped Aika’s mouth when Glasses turned on the nipple pumps. They alternated pulling on her nipples to send waves of pleasure crashing up from her breasts to her head and crotch. Her pussy lips, already sopping wet with arousal from watching her best friend have her naked body tickle tortured by a pair of girls, hungrily accepted Thigh Highs’ dildo. Thigh Highs began pumping it in and out and wiggling it around inside her with increasing speed and intensity. When Aika tried to eagerly raise her hips into it magical straps appeared around her waist and thighs to immobilize her hips. Within minutes she was brought to orgasm.
“Hey, who said the cow got to enjoy those? We’re punishing them, remember?” Red Jacket called out from where she was currently exploring around Momoko’s inner thighs with her nails. “Tickle her through it. It sucks like nothing else to have an orgasm ruined with tickles, and she’ll be extra sensitive to make it worse if you continue afterwards.” Red Jacket didn’t have any idea how she knew that. She’d never heard of, seen, or experienced that situation herself before. But somehow the words made perfect sense to her as they left her mouth.
“NONONOHOHOOOO! MEHEHEHAHAHARCY! STOPSTOPSTOHOHOHOPHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Aika shrieked in agony when Glasses and Thigh Highs complied to start punishing her orgasm with tickles. True to Red Jacket’s words, Aika was even more ticklish than usual in her post-orgasm glow. Glasses pulled off the nipple pumps to start spidering her nails across Aika’s massive, sensitive breasts. Her nails quickly tapped about the quivering flesh, raked along the undersides, and went up to flick against her nipples. Having her already stimulated chest teased caused Aika to scream and thrash, though like with Momoko magical cuffs appeared around her wrists and ankles to prevent her from stopping it. Thigh Highs set to work goosing her hips and sides. Slender fingers were wielded like crab pincers to grab, squeeze, and shake the pale flesh. It didn’t tickle as much as the breast tickling, but was still successful in helping force Aika’s laughter to another level.
At the same time, Red Jacket briefly stopped tickling to stand up and disrobe. She grabbed the struggling Momoko’s bound legs and spread them apart as far as they’d go. She then kneeled down and began scissoring her victim. Having half of the tickling go away in favor of the soft touch of another woman’s pussy rubbing against her’s made moans intermingle with her laughter. Red Jacket closely watched her face, and the moment Momoko was on the verge of an orgasm she stopped moving her hips, got up, and went back to wiggling her nails against her toes.
“AAAAAAAH! NO! NOHOHOT THATHAHAHAHAHA! ANYHAHAHAHATHING BUT THATHAHAHAHAHAHA! JUST TICKLE MEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! JUHAHAHAHAST TICKLEHEHEHAHAHA MEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!” Momoko screamed when she realized what Red Jacket was doing. Aika loved to call it The Elevator Game, bring her up to the edge before using tickling to bring her all the way down. It was a game they’d play at Aika’s mansion when the blonde was feeling especially sadistic. Momoko hated it. Walk around outside naked with Aika leading her on a leash, masturbate herself in front of the servants, let Aika tickle her for hours on end instead, she was more than happy to do anything Aika wanted to avoid that particular form of torture whenever it came up. It didn’t help that Tracksuit had begun her journey down her ribs and had found one of Momoko’s worst spots, the extra ticklish spot near the bottom of her rib cage. The increased intensity of the girl digging her fingers in there combined with the tease and denial was horrible for the poor magical girl.
“You must really hate that, huh? Good. This is a punishment. You’re supposed to suffer,” Red Jacket taunted. Once she was certain that Momoko wasn’t under threat of cumming from more stimulation she started scissoring her again. This time she made a point of letting herself orgasm against Momoko’s body before resuming tickling before Momoko could cum just to rub it in. After a couple minutes Tracksuit stood up and stripped. The two changed places so she could have a turn. Red Jacket went to work scrabbling her nails around Momoko’s taut stomach and pert breasts. When Tracksuit’s hips stopped moving for the tickling portion she’d lean in to blow a long, hard raspberry into her bellybutton while Tracksuit pushed her thumbs into where her thighs met her groin, splayed out the rest of her fingers across her thighs and groin, and began vibrating them as fast as she could. Momoko was sent through the roof. This was truly torture for her.
Aika’s torment had also been taken up a notch. Glasses and Thigh Highs had discovered that her magical cuffs would support her to float in the air as if she were lying on an invisible table only she could touch. They’d moved her up to waist height so Glasses could put on a strap-on and begin pounding away at her pussy. Thigh Highs had taped a pair of egg vibrators to her nipples while she herself stood above Aika’s head to reach down into her armpits with a pair of scalp massagers to leave her shrieking with laughter with moans slipping in here and there. Another orgasm ripped through the busty blonde’s body. A bit of drool was running down the side of her mouth. The countless forced orgasms were quickly taking away her ability to form a coherent thought. Momoko’s powers as a magical girl were undoubtedly speeding up the process. She felt no pain, didn't get injured from the constant rubbing inside of her, nor get less sensitive while under the ticklish assault. With nothing to get in the way except the tickle torture, which only made things worse, her mind was being overloaded with sexual pleasure at a record pace.
“I told you this was where the sound was coming from.” Everyone glanced up at the sound of a woman’s voice at the doorway, though Red Jacket, Tracksuit, Thigh Highs, and Glasses weren’t anywhere near kind enough to stop torturing their helpless victims during it. A half dozen college age girls were standing at the doorway peering in.
“Wow!” “Huh.” "Looks like fun!” “Mind if we join in?” Red Jacket grinned at the newcomers’ voiced interest in helping torment Momoko and Aika.
“Feel free! Price of admission is making the blonde slut cum. As a warning: Anybody who lets the magical pervert here orgasm gets tied up with them! And remember, never, ever stop tickling!”
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Officer Takashi could best describe the scene in front of him as a tickling competition. It was like two teams of five women were competing to see who could make the girl being held in midair by glowing cuffs in front of them scream the loudest.
The team torturing the white and purple haired girl was currently almost solely focused on tickling, though the sex toys covered in her bodily fluids littering the floor around her spoke to having already gone through a good deal of sexual abuse too. They had one girl standing above her head furiously scrubbing the poor girl’s lathered up pits with a pair of handheld scrubbing brushes. Two more stood on either side of her. One was using both hands to knead directly along her panty line and right below her ribs in between gathering breath to lean in to blow a raspberry directly into her waiting bellybutton, which consistently made her victim’s laughter briefly rise up an octave. The other seemed to be playing the rib counting game starting at the bottom of her ribs and working upwards. Inevitably she’d lose track thanks to the girl’s struggling and laughter, punish her for it with several minutes of cruelly digging her fingers into what seemed to be especially tender spots near the bottom of her rib cage, then start over. A fourth member sitting in a chair between the petite girl’s legs was the only one committed to sexual torture. She would lick and suckle the exposed clit in front of her until the girl was on the verge of an orgasm, then help the rest of her team deny it by quickly raking long nails down her inner thighs. Whenever her bringing their victim to the edge of orgasm happened to coincide with the previous two going in to punish the girl as hard as possible her screams took on a frenzied quality that conveyed that she was truly in the depths of tickle hell under their tender ministrations. Finally, one last woman was working over her feet. She had used pieces of cloth to wrap egg vibrators against the girl’s soles, which were chugging along at maximum settings, and was using her fingers to gently peel back the toes and tease the soft undersides with the long nails on her other hand. Their attack was certainly proving to be effective. Their victim had the vacant look of someone who had been tickled senseless. Her wild screams dominated the competition the majority of the time and echoed out into the night.
Not that the other team wasn’t trying their hardest. Takashi could fully understand their desire to sexually punish the body of the blonde bombshell they were playing with. What stood out the most was the woman wearing a strap-on forcefully pounding away at her open pussy. Each powerful thrust caused the blonde’s body to shudder in an erotic manner that was driving the police officer crazy just watching. It was almost a shame that a pair of women were holding her enormous breasts still so they could devour her nipples. The way the fingers of the ones holding her breasts still sunk in told him at a glance that her breasts must be delightfully soft, and he would’ve loved to see those milky white globes shake to match the way her tormentor with a strap-on’s own large breasts would bounce with each thrust of her hips. The source of the blonde’s ticklish torment were the final two women working over her feet. Her toes were tied back with pieces of string to the glowing cuffs around her ankles. Her ticklers were each holding a pair of hairbrushes and scrubbing them horizontally across her taut soles at cross purposes. The blonde’s laughter was a long, steady stream regularly punctuated with moans that was typically drowned out by the white and purple haired girl’s until she was brought to a screaming orgasm. At that point the women sexually working her over would stop pleasuring to dive in with wiggling fingers. The one with the strap-on had taken a page out of one of the girls torturing the white and purple haired girl to blow raspberries into the blonde’s bellybutton. Instead of having her nipples pleasured, the girl now had 20 fingers scratching, stroking, and spidering all over her giant mounds of flesh that pushed her over the edge to overtake her fellow tickle torture victim in volume for a few minutes. The pounding and nipple play resumed immediately to repeat the cycle the moment the team wasn’t winning the competition anymore. Like the other girl, the blonde had clearly been tortured to the point where she wasn’t aware of anything else besides her continuing punishment.
Takashi felt that this was all somehow “right”. The two girls were very clearly suffering immensely and were in desperate need of being rescued. Their tormentors looked like they didn’t have the slightest intention to stop abusing them for as long as they could manage to continue doing so. Takashi didn’t know much about tickling, but he was certain it would be quite difficult to make the situation meaningfully worse for either of the captive victims. But all the same, he was getting the feeling that this was all how it was supposed to be. The cacophony of agonized laughter and screams being forced out of their mouths was oddly pleasant to listen to. The police officer shrugged. He hadn’t survived 30 years of police work without learning to trust his gut, and his gut was telling him that it’d be wrong to interrupt the scene in front of him. He turned around, walked up the stairs into the main area and outside the door of the abandoned sex shop. He made certain to lock it behind him so nobody else could disturb the girls.
“This is dispatch,” he said into his radio. “It was just some college girls fooling around. One of the magical girls and her assistant have it covered. I’ll come back for cleanup when she’s done with them.” He waited for the “Affirmative,” reply to come back to him before walking over to his car and driving off.
Continued in Part 3
Part 1: Becoming a Magical Girl
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It wasn’t the sight of a sex toy that made Momoko blush, she had a couple back at her apartment that saw their fair share of use, it was the sheer quantity of them. Rows upon rows of dildos, every conceivable type of vibrator, anal beads, and other tools lined the shelves in front of her. Seeing that many instruments created specifically to force the female body to experience sexual pleasure in one spot was frankly overwhelming. Rows upon rows of shelves crammed full of the things from top to bottom that came up to her shoulders extended out before her. What surprised Momoko even more than how many items were on display was that so much of it was left after this sex shop had closed for good last month. Either the owner hadn’t found a buyer to drop all of this stock on to make some of their money back when they left or they simply hadn’t cared enough to try.
“You know you don’t have to tag along for these, right?” Momoko asked. Aika looked over quizzically from where she was grabbing skimpy cosplay outfits off of a shelf and shoving them into the basket she was carrying. “I can handle these jobs alone. I know you love tickling, but it’s not like you have to be here if you don’t want to be.” It had been two days since the incident at the art exhibit where Momoko and Aika had spent nearly 24 hours straight being gang tickle tortured in the nude on national television and in front of a live audience. Momoko had found herself oddly okay with it all afterwards despite how hellishly brutal and mortifying it had been, but she wouldn’t have faulted Aika for having been traumatized by it.
“And do what, go back to that stuffy party with my parents after all that effort sneaking out? No thanks. If I’m going to spend all night being tortured, it might as well be in a form I can get off on,” Aika scoffed. “And besides, I’d be crazy to pass up this sort of opportunity. I don’t know about you, but I think going out with you on these magical girl jobs is the best thing ever. Where else in the world can I experience being non-consensually tied up, get tickle tortured with the legitimate intent of torturing us for as long as possible no matter how much we want it to stop, and yet be secure in the knowledge that we’re going to walk out of it unharmed at the end? This is a once in a lifetime opportunity for me to get to truly experience the ‘torture’ part of tickle torture in a safe environment.” Momoko had to respect her friend being so comfortable with her tickling fetish that she could declare her masochistic desire to throw herself into terrible, ticklish situations with a straight face.
The petite magical girl with white to purple gradient knee length hair watched her friend deposit her now-full basket of goodies next to the other three already placed near the door they’d broken in through. She was of two minds watching Aika ransack the place. On one hand, the city had declared all of the stuff in the store up for grabs after the owner failed to do anything about it for so long, so there was nothing wrong with Aika taking as much as the two of them could carry. On the other hand, watching a beautiful, young western woman wearing a black silk dress with complementary grey shawl and high heels run around a sex shop like a little girl who’d been told that there was no upper limit on her budget for this trip to the candy store and happily talking about looking forward to spending the night being severely tickle tortured was absurd enough that Momoko couldn’t figure out where to begin on commenting on it. Not to mention her grim certainty that she was going to be on the receiving end of every single item in those baskets for the sadistic blonde’s amusement at some point in the near future.
“So what’s this one about anyways?” Aika, apparently done picking out what she wanted from this trip, asked as she made her way over to the old wooden door near the back that Momoko was standing next to.
“The big floating light thing visited in my dreams again to say that there’s a cult of wannabe witches hiding in the basement of this place,” Momoko explained.
“Are they any good?”
“No, which is the problem. The light said it could sense their growing frustration at their lack of progress with good old-fashioned hard work. They’ve apparently become increasingly tempted to try out messier paths to power, like blood sacrifices. We’ve been sent here to allow them to figure out the sexier and more ticklish ways of extracting energy out of a human body before it comes to that.” Momoko sighed with exasperation. “Seriously, it wasn’t trying to hide that we’re here purely to act as living, ticklish sex dolls for these girls in the slightest.”
“At least it’s honest,” Aika giggled. She looked at the door in front of them and experimentally jiggled the handle. It was locked. The busty blonde turned back to survey the room. “How much do you wanna bet they have a spare key hidden away here somewhere?”
“No need,” Momoko replied with a wave of her hand. “I have a magical girl power to open old doors like this.” Aika moved to the side to give Momoko some space so she could stand directly in front of the door. “KICKY BLAMMO!” with a cry her foot lashed out to make contact right above the door handle. The force of the blow smashed the door open through its old wooden frame to slam against the wall with a thunderous crash.
“…you kicked it,” stated a shocked Aika.
“It was magic. Power of friendship and all that junk.”
“You kicked it.” Momoko ignored her to start descending the stairs into the basement. Aika followed after one last look at the broken door and a shake of her head.
The staircase led down to a short hallway ending with a door. The pair had barely gotten halfway to it when it suddenly flew open to reveal a girl about their age wearing a red jacket and holding her hands out in front of her.
“Thunderbolt!” she cried. A ball of electricity sprung into existence in front of her hands and flew towards the girls. Momoko was about to dive to the side and press herself against the wall in order to avoid it when she realized that the magic spell was moving unexpectedly slowly towards them. Very, very slowly. The hallway was silent outside of the crackling of electricity as the ball inched its way towards the pair. The girl in a red jacket was maintaining her pose with a look of concentration that said that she was pushing the ball forward with all of her might. Momoko was about to step around it when Aika stepped forward and poked it.
“Oh no! I’ve been paralyzed!” she cried while falling backwards, in what was some of the worst acting Momoko had seen since that time she’d been forced to tutor an unenthusiastic kindergartener for a school play.
‘We’re going to have to let ourselves get captured at some point anyways,’ she thought to herself. She stood still and let the ball of electricity make contact with her shoulder. It fizzled out of existence with a short “bzt” and the sensation of a particularly strong jolt of static electricity. “Oh no! I, too, have also been paralyzed,” she monotoned while falling backwards.
“It… it worked!” the girl in the red jacket exclaimed. Three more heads poked around the doorway. “Guys, guys, look! My magic. It worked!” The girls all began jumping about, cheering, and high fiving at her apparent success.
‘No wonder they aren’t making any progress on magic. They’re idiots,” Momoko thought to herself.
“What should we do with them?” The one wearing a tracksuit asked. Red Jacket looked at Momoko and Aika while opening and closing her mouth repeatedly with a confused look on her face.
“I think… I think we need to punish them,” she finally said. The three other girls glanced at her. “They broke into our base. As witches, we need to punish them good and hard to make certain they learn that we’re not to be messed with.” The other girls slowly nodded in dawning understanding. Together they carried Momoko and Aika into the room and began stripping off their clothes to leave the pair naked. Aika’s were left in a pile in the corner without any regard for their quality while Momoko’s all vanished into light the moment the girls’ hands came near them. Momoko couldn’t help but notice that Aika was shifting around and arching her back to give the girls an easier time stripping her with a grin on her face.
“Breaking and entering is illegal, you know,” Red Jacket said as she sat down at Momoko’s feet. Her hands hesitantly began to move towards the magical girl’s soles as if she herself wasn’t certain why she was doing it. When the fingers made contact, Red Jacket began slowly and gently scratching with the tips of her nails starting at the heels of Momoko’s feet and began traveling up to the base of her toes, then back down again.
“Tehehehehe!” Momoko immediately broke into giggles and reflexively tried to kick. It didn’t matter that she was supposed to be pretending that she was still paralyzed by the ball of electricity, glowing cuffs appeared to hold her feet still under the gentle teasing. Attempting to move her hands immediately had them get locked up above her head too. The white-haired girl squeezed her eyes shut. There was no going back now. She knew that the tickling wasn’t going to stop for a very, very long time and there was no longer any chance of escaping it. Red Jacket stared transfixed at her giggling face while she completed a few more trips up and down her soles.
“Hey, go upstairs and grab some toys. I got an idea,” Red Jacket called out to her compatriots. The ones wearing glasses and thigh high nylons respectively left to go upstairs together. They came back a few minutes later carrying the baskets Aika had loaded up earlier. Instead of going to help them, Tracksuit took a seat near Momoko’s side and began sinking her long nails into her armpits. She’d gently trace circles around the outer edge for a few seconds before suddenly diving them into the depths of Momoko’s sensitive hollows to scratch away for a bit. She’d eventually stop to dig 4 fingers in to force her to scream before going back to teasing around the edges. Red Jacket nodded at her in thanks and stepped up her own attack as well. She increased the intensity of her scratching to rake down the magical girl’s feet, then move over half a finger length into new territory over and over again on a ticklish trip across the width of Momoko’s soles.
‘HEHEHAHAHAHEHAHAHA I’M SOHOHORRY! STOP! PLEAHAHAHAHASE STOHOHOP! WE’LL LEAVEHAHAHAHAHA! WE’LL LEAVEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I’M SORRYHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” They were rewarded with Momoko’s giggling transforming into full blown hysterics. She bucked and thrashed and wiggled her feet in a desperate attempt to escape, but it was futile. Her two tormentors followed her every squirm like pros and punished her attempts to escape them with further tickling.
Right next to her Glasses and Thigh Highs were unwrapping sex toys and lining them up next to Aika, who was watching Momoko’s torment with a mixture of amusement and envy. She didn’t resist when Glasses put automatic nipple pumps over her swollen areola or Thigh Highs began to gently touch around her wet pussy lips while holding a dildo in her other hand.
“How about a game?” Red Jacket suggested. “How about we let this cow of a friend of yours have some fun with these toys while we tickle you. Every time she cums we’ll tickle you. And as long as we’re tickling you, we’ll keep making her cum. The game ends… well, never if I’m being honest,” she finished with an evil grin. She transitioned from raking her nails across Momoko’s entire soles in favor of focusing on digging into the soft undersides of her toes. Momoko’s laughter rose another notch in response. “I’ll take that as you saying you want to play.”
“Mmmmm…” A moan escaped Aika’s mouth when Glasses turned on the nipple pumps. They alternated pulling on her nipples to send waves of pleasure crashing up from her breasts to her head and crotch. Her pussy lips, already sopping wet with arousal from watching her best friend have her naked body tickle tortured by a pair of girls, hungrily accepted Thigh Highs’ dildo. Thigh Highs began pumping it in and out and wiggling it around inside her with increasing speed and intensity. When Aika tried to eagerly raise her hips into it magical straps appeared around her waist and thighs to immobilize her hips. Within minutes she was brought to orgasm.
“Hey, who said the cow got to enjoy those? We’re punishing them, remember?” Red Jacket called out from where she was currently exploring around Momoko’s inner thighs with her nails. “Tickle her through it. It sucks like nothing else to have an orgasm ruined with tickles, and she’ll be extra sensitive to make it worse if you continue afterwards.” Red Jacket didn’t have any idea how she knew that. She’d never heard of, seen, or experienced that situation herself before. But somehow the words made perfect sense to her as they left her mouth.
“NONONOHOHOOOO! MEHEHEHAHAHARCY! STOPSTOPSTOHOHOHOPHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Aika shrieked in agony when Glasses and Thigh Highs complied to start punishing her orgasm with tickles. True to Red Jacket’s words, Aika was even more ticklish than usual in her post-orgasm glow. Glasses pulled off the nipple pumps to start spidering her nails across Aika’s massive, sensitive breasts. Her nails quickly tapped about the quivering flesh, raked along the undersides, and went up to flick against her nipples. Having her already stimulated chest teased caused Aika to scream and thrash, though like with Momoko magical cuffs appeared around her wrists and ankles to prevent her from stopping it. Thigh Highs set to work goosing her hips and sides. Slender fingers were wielded like crab pincers to grab, squeeze, and shake the pale flesh. It didn’t tickle as much as the breast tickling, but was still successful in helping force Aika’s laughter to another level.
At the same time, Red Jacket briefly stopped tickling to stand up and disrobe. She grabbed the struggling Momoko’s bound legs and spread them apart as far as they’d go. She then kneeled down and began scissoring her victim. Having half of the tickling go away in favor of the soft touch of another woman’s pussy rubbing against her’s made moans intermingle with her laughter. Red Jacket closely watched her face, and the moment Momoko was on the verge of an orgasm she stopped moving her hips, got up, and went back to wiggling her nails against her toes.
“AAAAAAAH! NO! NOHOHOT THATHAHAHAHAHA! ANYHAHAHAHATHING BUT THATHAHAHAHAHAHA! JUST TICKLE MEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! JUHAHAHAHAST TICKLEHEHEHAHAHA MEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!” Momoko screamed when she realized what Red Jacket was doing. Aika loved to call it The Elevator Game, bring her up to the edge before using tickling to bring her all the way down. It was a game they’d play at Aika’s mansion when the blonde was feeling especially sadistic. Momoko hated it. Walk around outside naked with Aika leading her on a leash, masturbate herself in front of the servants, let Aika tickle her for hours on end instead, she was more than happy to do anything Aika wanted to avoid that particular form of torture whenever it came up. It didn’t help that Tracksuit had begun her journey down her ribs and had found one of Momoko’s worst spots, the extra ticklish spot near the bottom of her rib cage. The increased intensity of the girl digging her fingers in there combined with the tease and denial was horrible for the poor magical girl.
“You must really hate that, huh? Good. This is a punishment. You’re supposed to suffer,” Red Jacket taunted. Once she was certain that Momoko wasn’t under threat of cumming from more stimulation she started scissoring her again. This time she made a point of letting herself orgasm against Momoko’s body before resuming tickling before Momoko could cum just to rub it in. After a couple minutes Tracksuit stood up and stripped. The two changed places so she could have a turn. Red Jacket went to work scrabbling her nails around Momoko’s taut stomach and pert breasts. When Tracksuit’s hips stopped moving for the tickling portion she’d lean in to blow a long, hard raspberry into her bellybutton while Tracksuit pushed her thumbs into where her thighs met her groin, splayed out the rest of her fingers across her thighs and groin, and began vibrating them as fast as she could. Momoko was sent through the roof. This was truly torture for her.
Aika’s torment had also been taken up a notch. Glasses and Thigh Highs had discovered that her magical cuffs would support her to float in the air as if she were lying on an invisible table only she could touch. They’d moved her up to waist height so Glasses could put on a strap-on and begin pounding away at her pussy. Thigh Highs had taped a pair of egg vibrators to her nipples while she herself stood above Aika’s head to reach down into her armpits with a pair of scalp massagers to leave her shrieking with laughter with moans slipping in here and there. Another orgasm ripped through the busty blonde’s body. A bit of drool was running down the side of her mouth. The countless forced orgasms were quickly taking away her ability to form a coherent thought. Momoko’s powers as a magical girl were undoubtedly speeding up the process. She felt no pain, didn't get injured from the constant rubbing inside of her, nor get less sensitive while under the ticklish assault. With nothing to get in the way except the tickle torture, which only made things worse, her mind was being overloaded with sexual pleasure at a record pace.
“I told you this was where the sound was coming from.” Everyone glanced up at the sound of a woman’s voice at the doorway, though Red Jacket, Tracksuit, Thigh Highs, and Glasses weren’t anywhere near kind enough to stop torturing their helpless victims during it. A half dozen college age girls were standing at the doorway peering in.
“Wow!” “Huh.” "Looks like fun!” “Mind if we join in?” Red Jacket grinned at the newcomers’ voiced interest in helping torment Momoko and Aika.
“Feel free! Price of admission is making the blonde slut cum. As a warning: Anybody who lets the magical pervert here orgasm gets tied up with them! And remember, never, ever stop tickling!”
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Officer Takashi could best describe the scene in front of him as a tickling competition. It was like two teams of five women were competing to see who could make the girl being held in midair by glowing cuffs in front of them scream the loudest.
The team torturing the white and purple haired girl was currently almost solely focused on tickling, though the sex toys covered in her bodily fluids littering the floor around her spoke to having already gone through a good deal of sexual abuse too. They had one girl standing above her head furiously scrubbing the poor girl’s lathered up pits with a pair of handheld scrubbing brushes. Two more stood on either side of her. One was using both hands to knead directly along her panty line and right below her ribs in between gathering breath to lean in to blow a raspberry directly into her waiting bellybutton, which consistently made her victim’s laughter briefly rise up an octave. The other seemed to be playing the rib counting game starting at the bottom of her ribs and working upwards. Inevitably she’d lose track thanks to the girl’s struggling and laughter, punish her for it with several minutes of cruelly digging her fingers into what seemed to be especially tender spots near the bottom of her rib cage, then start over. A fourth member sitting in a chair between the petite girl’s legs was the only one committed to sexual torture. She would lick and suckle the exposed clit in front of her until the girl was on the verge of an orgasm, then help the rest of her team deny it by quickly raking long nails down her inner thighs. Whenever her bringing their victim to the edge of orgasm happened to coincide with the previous two going in to punish the girl as hard as possible her screams took on a frenzied quality that conveyed that she was truly in the depths of tickle hell under their tender ministrations. Finally, one last woman was working over her feet. She had used pieces of cloth to wrap egg vibrators against the girl’s soles, which were chugging along at maximum settings, and was using her fingers to gently peel back the toes and tease the soft undersides with the long nails on her other hand. Their attack was certainly proving to be effective. Their victim had the vacant look of someone who had been tickled senseless. Her wild screams dominated the competition the majority of the time and echoed out into the night.
Not that the other team wasn’t trying their hardest. Takashi could fully understand their desire to sexually punish the body of the blonde bombshell they were playing with. What stood out the most was the woman wearing a strap-on forcefully pounding away at her open pussy. Each powerful thrust caused the blonde’s body to shudder in an erotic manner that was driving the police officer crazy just watching. It was almost a shame that a pair of women were holding her enormous breasts still so they could devour her nipples. The way the fingers of the ones holding her breasts still sunk in told him at a glance that her breasts must be delightfully soft, and he would’ve loved to see those milky white globes shake to match the way her tormentor with a strap-on’s own large breasts would bounce with each thrust of her hips. The source of the blonde’s ticklish torment were the final two women working over her feet. Her toes were tied back with pieces of string to the glowing cuffs around her ankles. Her ticklers were each holding a pair of hairbrushes and scrubbing them horizontally across her taut soles at cross purposes. The blonde’s laughter was a long, steady stream regularly punctuated with moans that was typically drowned out by the white and purple haired girl’s until she was brought to a screaming orgasm. At that point the women sexually working her over would stop pleasuring to dive in with wiggling fingers. The one with the strap-on had taken a page out of one of the girls torturing the white and purple haired girl to blow raspberries into the blonde’s bellybutton. Instead of having her nipples pleasured, the girl now had 20 fingers scratching, stroking, and spidering all over her giant mounds of flesh that pushed her over the edge to overtake her fellow tickle torture victim in volume for a few minutes. The pounding and nipple play resumed immediately to repeat the cycle the moment the team wasn’t winning the competition anymore. Like the other girl, the blonde had clearly been tortured to the point where she wasn’t aware of anything else besides her continuing punishment.
Takashi felt that this was all somehow “right”. The two girls were very clearly suffering immensely and were in desperate need of being rescued. Their tormentors looked like they didn’t have the slightest intention to stop abusing them for as long as they could manage to continue doing so. Takashi didn’t know much about tickling, but he was certain it would be quite difficult to make the situation meaningfully worse for either of the captive victims. But all the same, he was getting the feeling that this was all how it was supposed to be. The cacophony of agonized laughter and screams being forced out of their mouths was oddly pleasant to listen to. The police officer shrugged. He hadn’t survived 30 years of police work without learning to trust his gut, and his gut was telling him that it’d be wrong to interrupt the scene in front of him. He turned around, walked up the stairs into the main area and outside the door of the abandoned sex shop. He made certain to lock it behind him so nobody else could disturb the girls.
“This is dispatch,” he said into his radio. “It was just some college girls fooling around. One of the magical girls and her assistant have it covered. I’ll come back for cleanup when she’s done with them.” He waited for the “Affirmative,” reply to come back to him before walking over to his car and driving off.
Continued in Part 3
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