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Sirens' Rapture: The Tickling

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Sirens' Rapture: The Tickling (*/fff)

Hello all!
This is my first story post to the forum! I hope everyone enjoys it. It's part 2 of a longer series I'm writing titles Sirens' Rapture. The basic premise is the sexual adventures of three women who are agents of a secrest organization. They're trying to prevent another secret organization from taking over the world. The agressor's best weapon: extradimansional creatures called Pleasure Parasites. As their name implies, they feed off of pleasure, specifically the sexual pleasure of human women. Part 1 of the story can be found (for anyone interested) on the Grey Archive (www.greyarchive.info) in the sci-fi section. I didn't post it here because part 1 is entirely sex - no tickling. Later chapters will also hae tickling in them. Enjoy everyone!

Author's note:
I feel I should allay any fears here. Later in the story, we see smaller versions of the alien creature. One of the characters thinks of them as babies. They are younger versions of the alien, yes, but not what we would think of as minors. They are intended to be just smaller versions of the massive creature the heroines encounter. Thanks.

SIRENS' RAPTURE:
THE TICKLING
by Wingman

Donna was caught by the tide. She was buffeted on all sides. She couldn’t tell which way was up or down. Although she felt pressure on her chest, she didn’t feel out of air. She was helpless against the fury of the surges surrounding her, carrying her along. A sudden swell grabbed her and hurled her along. She could almost swear that the water was surging inside her. She felt bloated, swollen. A new swell grabbed her, dragging her into the dark depths.

“Donna!”

She began to panic. She didn’t know how long she could hold her breath.

“Donna!”

The light behind her eyes was growing bright.

“Donna!”

Donna gasped and coughed. She found herself lying on her back. She managed to open her eyes. She saw her two friends, Meaghan and Rachel standing over her. Like Donna, they were both dripping wet. And like her, she noticed, they were both completely naked.

“Easy, Donna,” said Meaghan, a petite blonde bombshell, as she helped her ease into a sitting position. Donna’s head began to clear. She looked around. They were on a beach.

“Where...” she started to ask.

“I’m not sure,” said Rachel, an olive-skinned, dark haired beauty. “We woke up here too.” Now Donna was beginning to remember.

The three women were Sirens, special agents of the Enclave. The Enclave was a secret organization dedicated to preventing the takeover of Earth by the Cult, an older, larger secret organization. The two groups used tantric magics - magics fueled by sex - to wage their battles. Recently, the Cult made an alliance with an extradimensional race of beings called Pleasure Parasites. Pleasure Parasites are shapeshifters who feed off of the sexual pleasure of people, particularly human women. The Sirens were Enclave agents with uncommon sexual endurance specially trained and conditioned to prevent the Parasites from invading Earth. During their last encounter, three unusual red Parasites had covered Donna, Meaghan, and Rachel with a strange fluid that had somehow increased their sexual sensitivity and endurance several times. The three women had experienced more pleasure than they ever had before. The last thing Donna remembered was a mind-numbing orgasm, then passing out. But that had been in a cavern inside a mountain. How had she ended up on a beach?

“How did we get here?”

“I think...” Meaghan began. Rachel and Donna both looked at her.

“I think that this is the Parasites home dimension.”

“What makes you say that?” asked Rachel.

“I remember, just before I passed out, being pulled into the pool. We went through the nexus.” The nexus, the breach between dimensions, was located in a small pool in a mountain cavern. The two Sirens were too stunned to respond. Finally, Donna pushed herself to her feet.

“So...any ideas on how to get back?” Silence.

“So what do we do?” asked Rachel. Meaghan glanced around. Meaghan was an outdoors enthusiast. She frequently spent weekends camping, hiking, white water rafting, rock-climbing. She would have the best idea how to survive. Off in the distance she saw a forest. She gestured toward it.

“We should make for that forest. We’ll find shelter, we should find water. We may even find food, like berries.” The others nodded in agreement. It was the best they could do.

The three Sirens headed for the forest. They had gone a few feet when Donna noticed her body was tingling. She remembered her body tingling like this after she had been covered by the Parasites with that strange, thick fluid. It had been then that her sexual sensitivity had increased. She had hoped that the change was temporary, but now she began to wonder. She also felt swollen, especially in her breasts and groin. It reminded her of a woman’s monthly bloating, but she wasn’t in the least bit uncomfortable. Quite the opposite, she found herself becoming aroused again. She looked down, and could swear that her breasts had become a little bigger. She stopped a second.

“Guys,” Rachel and Meaghan turned to her. “Are you guys tingling?” Rachel and Meaghan looked at each other. It was clear from the look on their faces that each had been thinking the same thing Donna had been thinking.

“What if whatever the Parasites did to us back there wasn’t temporary?” Rachel asked. Donna decided to experiment. She reached her hand up to her breast, and gently stroked her nipple.

“<GASP!>” It was as if an electric current of pleasure surged through her. She felt her body shudder, her crotch moisten, her lust swell. It was several seconds before she could control her trembling.

“P-p-permanent,” she stammered. Rachel also reached for her breasts. Meaghan reached a hand down to her crotch. Each experienced the massive surge of pleasure Donna had. Donna also noticed their breasts had swollen as well. Rachel had the largest breasts, and had always been a D-cup. If she still was, it was definitely at the upper limits of a d-cup. Donna had been a C-cup; she was certain she was now a D. Meaghan had been a B-cup; she was now definitely a D-cup as well. What else has happened to us, she wondered.

“We’d better keep moving,” Meaghan said. The three again turned toward the distant forest. Each was walking a bit slower than hey usually might. No one said anything, but Rachel realized that she was so sensitive that merely walking was stimulating her. I don’t know how far we’ll get, she thought to herself as she watched Meaghan’s hips sway seductively, and thinking lustful thoughts. I’m gonna need a break soon.

After several minutes of walking, they were within a few dozen yards of the forest’s outer edge. The trees were immense, with thick foliage. The forest looked much darker inside, due to the thick canopy of leaves overhead. It also looked cool and inviting. Donna fervently hoped they could find a running stream inside. She was hot and thirsty. She was also now unbelievably horny. The three Sirens slowed their pace a bit as they approached the trees. No one spoke, but all three were thinking the same thing: sex. As they walked, they approached a large mass of what resembled seaweed. It was purplish, with long stalks trailing out all around it, wrapping up amongst each other. Donna had never seen anything quite like it before. Remember, she told herself, you’re in another dimension. Things are bound to look different. The three slowed as they passed the mass.

“Strange,” Meaghan breathed. Her voice sounded husky.

“What?” asked Donna, also breathing hard, not from the exertion of walking.

“If this stuff is seaweed, it’s strange to see so far inland. The tide couldn’t reach this far.” She looked back across the several hundred yards back to the seashore. She was trying to distract herself from her arousal. It wasn’t working very well. She was hornier than she could ever remember being. She was going to need some relief soon. She shrugged, and just before turning again to the forest, she nudged the mass with her toe.

The trailing stalks exploded off the ground. With dizzying speed, they whipped through the air, snatching the Sirens right off the ground. Donna had never seen anything move so fast. She’d had no time to react. In seconds, the purplish limbs had wrapped around her wrists, ankles, knees, waist, elbows the three Sirens were hoisted into the air. Meaghan managed to glance down. The seaweed seemed to be sprouting from the ground. Suddenly, the ground shuddered, and a large, purple mass began to rise. An immense lump rose from the ground. It began to morph, finally resolving into a large, humanoid figure. It was easily twenty feet tall, nearly half as wide, with the long stalks sprouting from all over its body.

“Oh god!” Rachel hissed. “A Parasite!” Despite the difference in size, it made sense to Donna and Meaghan. Only a Parasite could sprout tentacles from all over its body. Only a Parasite could move so fast. Only a Parasite could hold them so tightly. And they were in their home dimension. The place was probably crawling with them. Donna, her body tingling like mad, felt her body’s arousal swell; she was already horny due to her newfound hypersensitivity. And the Parasite added to that because of its powerful pheromones. But she had never seen one so large.

The Parasite’s free tendrils twitched over the helpless bodies of the women, as if sniffing them. The limb wrapped around Meaghan’s waist shifted slightly.

“Eeeep!” she yelped and pulled against the tentacles restraining her. The tentacle around her waist had accidentally tickled her. All of the tentacles froze. It was as if they had caught the scent they were looking for, and were trying to locate the source.

The tentacles wrapped around Donna’s and Rachel’s waists also shifted slightly. Just like Meaghan, Donna and Rachel yelped and tried to jerk away. All three women were incredibly ticklish. Meaghan was the most ticklish of the three, but all of them were insanely ticklish. But never had such a slight touch on her waist tickled Meaghan so much. Slowly, the free tendrils lengthened. More tentacles sprouted from the massive Parasite’s body. But unlike the usual encounters, these tendrils did not hover near their breasts, pussies, or asses. They hovered over their armpits, near their feet, over their waists. Meaghan was reminded of an animal, one coiling for a strike. The Parasite then stretched the three women out. Their arms were pulled high over their heads. Their legs were pulled straight, and spread wide. They were pulled tight, but not uncomfortably so. Donna’s breathing grew heavy as the realization hit her. This Parasite wasn’t going to fuck her. It was going to tickle her! With a rush of dread mixed with excitement, she glanced at Rachel and Meaghan. She could tell they had realized the same thing. The tendrils hovered closer, twitching slightly. Rachel bit her lower lip, curling her toes. Meaghan grimaced, and began to whimper. Donna tried, unsuccessfully, not to squeal as they wavered mere inches from her bare, hypersensitive flesh. She could already feel them stroking and teasing her. They hadn’t even touched her yet! She wriggled, pulling uselessly at her restraints. As usual, no use. She’d never break the Parasite’s grip. Finally, the tip of one tendril just brushed against Meaghan’s armpit.

“EEEEEK!”

“AAAAHHH!” a tendril lightly scratched Rachel’s bare soles.

“MMMMPPHH!” Donna bit her lower lip as it brushed her stomach.

Again and again, the Parasite brushed their bodies, eliciting whimpers, squeaks, surprised cries. The Sirens pulled and wriggled. In their last encounter with the Pleasure Parasites, they had discovered their erogenous zones had become hyper-sensitive. They now found that hypersensitivity wasn’t limited to their nipples, or clits. Finally, two tendrils drew long, slow, circling lines down Meaghan’s armpits. The feeling exploded through her.

“EEEEEHHEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEEHEE HEE HEE HEE!” her high pitched squeals pierced the air.

“AAAHHH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!” Rachel’s throaty laugh joined Meaghan’s shrieks as the tendrils began to stroke her bare feet.

“NOOOHHOOO HO HO HO HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAEEEEK!” Donna laughed as her sides and stomach were teased and tickled.

The three Sirens had been unbearably ticklish before. Now, the slightest touch tickled like crazy. They thrashed and shrieked, desperately pulling at the tendrils holding them fast. It was in vain. They were held fast and held tight. The Parasite started slowly, gently teasing them. It tested which parts were the most ticklish. More tendrils joined the ones tickling Meaghan’s armpits; teasing her feet, her hips, her stomach.

“NOOOO! PLEEEEHE HE HEASE! ST-STOP AHH HA HA HA HA HA!”

“NO! NO! NOT MY FEEE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE!”

“OH GOD! STOP! STOP! STO-AH HA HA HA HA HA HA!”

Within minutes, the three women were begging, pleading for mercy. The Parasite, of course, showed none, but began to tickle them harder. Tendrils would lightly tease, then dig in. Parts of the body would be stimulated - feet, armpits, thighs - then the whole body would be attacked. Occasionally, the tickling would ease up to the lightest of touches, enough for them to catch their breath, then the tickling assault would resume. Meaghan thought, at first, that this Parasite fed on laughter instead of sexual pleasure. But during one of her breaks, she noticed that she was getting very wet, and indeed she could feel her arousal growing. The tickling was turning her on! But it always had. The same was true of Donna and Rachel. Once, the three had been tickled by he members of their sorority. Each later confessed to the others that they found it to be an incredible turn on. Years later, the Cult agents had discovered this fact, and had tickled each of them several times. Again, they found it arousing. It was another of the things the three Sirens had in common.

After several minutes of this, the Parasite introduced something new to Meaghan. More tentacles joined those already teasing and stroking her. These new tentacles hovered over her breasts. The tickling eased off just a bit. Then the tendrils began to stroke her tits. Electric currents seemed to shoot through her. Meaghan shrieked louder as the tendrils teased and tickled her breasts, paying close attention to her swollen, sensitive nipples. As this new tickling surged through her, she felt a rush of moisture in her groin. She also had a strong desire to orgasm. She was getting hornier every second. Soon, Donna and Rachel were also having their tits tickled. They too felt the growing lust of their bodies. Donna jumped as a tendril found a particularly sensitive spot just under her left breast. She squealed and writhed as the tendrils mercilessly teased the spot.

Beads of sweat began to pool and run down their writhing, wriggling bodies. Tears streamed down their faces. Donna was bright red; Meaghan and Rachel a deep pink. They could feel each poke, each stroke, each touch clearly as if it were the only one. Sweat plastered their hair to their foreheads. And still the tickling came. Donna felt the poking tendrils work their way down her waist. They paused just above the small tuft of red curls in her crotch, now damp with sweat and her own honey. Rachel, too, felt the tendrils slide down toward the small strip of hair atop her legs. Meaghan’s tormenting tentacles slid gently down to the slick area of skin just above the sandy blonde curls in her moist crotch. The tickling assault eased a bit as the Parasite raised Meaghan’s legs, lifting her round ass towards it. She hung limply, still giggling as the tendrils lightly scratched her soles and hips. The assault renewed. The tentacles tickling her thighs multiplied. They swarmed up the backs of her legs, and began to stoke her smooth, round ass. More continued up into her inner thighs. She laughed louder as a few reached to the folds of her labia. She was breathing heavily, with laughter, and arousal. She was hoping a tentacle would slide into her slick, throbbing pussy and deliver a much needed orgasm, but that was not to be. Thin tendrils slid down into Donna’s crotch, teasing her own swollen pussy. Rachel’s lips were parted, and the inside of her pussy lips were teased. And still, one more surprise waited.

Expertly, the Parasite tickled and teased, bringing them closer every second to orgasm, but not allowing them climax. During the brief rests, Donna’s head cleared a bit. Of all things she was thinking of a scientific principle called supersaturation. It occurred when a compound, like salt, was forced to absorb water; in fact, forced to absorb more water than it could actually hold. Donna realized the same thing was happening to them. They were being tickled mercilessly, and they each found it unbearable, and very exciting. They were alive with arousal, with ecstacy even. And the Parasite was devouring it. It was exciting their bodies to higher levels all the time, but somehow denying them orgasm. Donna knew she was to the point of climax; hell, she was long past the point of climax, yet it wouldn’t let her come. It was, effectively, supersaturating their bodies with ticklish pleasure.

These thoughts were blown out of her mind as her break ended, and the tickling resumed. Beside her, Rachel was also ending a break. Her arms were stretched high over her head. Her knees were bent back nearly to her chest, her feet held high in the air. The Parasite had tentacles stroking her feet, her armpits, her waist, her hips, her breasts, her nipples, her ass, her pussy. She didn’t see the thread-like tendrils drop down to her pussy. Hovering micrometers away from her skin, she didn’t feel them as they reached past the tentacles tickling her inner thighs and her labia. She didn’t know they were wrapping around her swollen, pulsing clitoris. But they didn’t squeeze. The tips stretched, hovering over her clit. The enormous Parasite sent similar tendrils to Donna and Meaghan’s clits. At the same time, the tiny tendrils, five for each clitoris, began to brush lightly across their clits. The Sirens squealed with surprise. Donna’s eyes flew open. Meaghan grimaced and thrashed. Rachel froze and screamed. They bucked their hips violently, powerfully, desperately, and vainly. They couldn’t shake the unbearable, indescribable, wonderful, horrible, torturous felling as the Parasite tickled their clits.

By now, the Parasite had been torturing them for hours. They three women were exhausted. Although the feelings were just as intense, perhaps even more intense, as when it had started, the three had been struggling less, their laughter growing weaker. But with this new assault, they again shrieked and squealed, laughed and giggled, writhed and wriggles. But no mater how hard their hips swivelled, the tentacles never lost contact, never let up, never stopped. In fact, the assault now stepped up. The tickling sped up, grew more intense. The Sirens helplessly endured more teasing, more tickling, more pleasure being forced into them. Unbeknownst to the tortured Sirens, the began to glow as the Rapture built in intensity. And the Parasite had one last surprise.

The tickling began to ease in intensity. The three Sirens gasped for air, still giggling at the feather-light brushing against their skin. Donna happened to let her head droop in such a way so she could see the ground. Her eyes widened in shock. From around he legs of the massive Parasite, smaller purple masses were emerging from the ground. They weren’t humanoid shaped, but were more like amorphous blobs. Something like two dozen of these small shapes slithered up the Parasite; they traveled along the length of its tentacles. They halted just before they reached Donna’s body. They hung from the dozens of tentacles the large Parasite had spread around them. The small shapes began to sprout small tentacles which reached for Donna’s body. The larger Parasite withdrew nearly all of the tentacles that had been swarming over her body. Now the smaller tentacles reached for her. Donna looked around. The Sirens were surrounded by dozens of these small Parasites. And they were about to feed.

With no warning, the tickling resumed. Donna, Meaghan, and Rachel again shrieked with laughter. The smaller Parasites' tentacles weren’t quite as skilled as the larger Parasite, but there were dozens more, and they learned quickly. The tickling quickly reached the same intensity as before, then surpassed it. Donna thought it was impossible, but she could feel each stroke of each tendril, and each tickled with burning intensity. The glow of the Rapture, dimmed by the brief break, grew in intensity again. And the larger Parasite demonstrated that he had not withdrawn completely. The thread-like tendrils wrapped around Donna’s clitoris had not withdrawn. Now they again began to tickle her stiff button. Donna squealed in surprise, wildly thrashing her hips in a vain attempt to escape the torturous tickling. Rachel and Meaghan were soon also bucking and thrashing as the Parasite resumed tickling the clitoris of each Siren.

The smaller Parasites eagerly devoured the pleasure pouring off the Sirens. Tiny but nimble tentacles teased feet, armpits, bellies, breasts, nipples, thighs, asses, and hips. The tickling was at a new height. Meaghan was sure, in some distant part of her brain, that she was going insane. The large Parasite now began its final move. Thin tendrils snaked down again to their pussies, but these slid slowly inside their slick passages. They were so small, and moved so slowly, that the overwhelmed Sirens could barely make out what was happening. Once several inches were inside the Sirens, they began to swell, filling their pounding pussies with thick, stiff members. Each woman was teetering on the edge of the most powerful climax of her life. The Parasite had walked the razor line of excitation and orgasm with them, providing its smaller bretheren with a rare and grand feast, and was now ready to push them over the edge.

The tickling now reached a fever pitch. The Sirens were barely aware of their pleading now. Pleading for the tickling to stop, and pleading for the orgasms they had been so long denied. With a deep thrust, and a simultaneous squeeze of their clits, the Parasite released the pleasure energy it had built up inside of them. It was like a nuclear blast in their bodies. The energy blasted free, exploding as the Rapture. A bright white flash engulfed the writhing women and their tormentors. Their screams of release were lost in the midst of the feeling. Donna, Meaghan, and Rachel felt the passion, the pleasure, the energy explode. For long minutes, they did nothing but cry out, and shudder. An ocean of orgasmic bliss washed over them. All sense of self disappeared; all any of them knew was impossible ecstacy. From around the thick tentacles stuffed into their cunts, streams of ejaculate surged. The Parasite and his small bretheren froze, but their tendrils continued twitching as they were overcome with the released energy. Ironically, this caused the Sirens to be further stimulated; the tickling continued - albeit gently - as did the clitoral stimulation. Multiple orgasms like lightning bolts ripped through Meaghan. Rachel reached a plateau she never could have imagined, and hovered there. Donne rode a crest of pleasure that simply grew, blowing past any plateau the others could have reached.

Finally, spent beyond any limits, the Rapture began to fade. Its glow dimmed slowly, as residual orgasms echoed through the Sirens’ bodies. The pleasure eased from the impossible to the unbearable, to the inexpressible, to the intense, then to human levels. Slowly, the Parasite lowered its victims to the ground, and withdrew its many limbs. The smaller Parasites crawled down, back into the ground. They were twitching with energy - it had been a long time since they had fed, but they had not counted on encountering such energy. Any one of the Sirens would have more than satisfied their hunger: all three had overwhelmed them. The large Parasite collapsed back into the ground, the tentacles resuming their original shape of a seaweed-like tangle.

On the ground, the Sirens still trembled, but all three had passed out. They had survived the most unusual sexual assault they had experienced to date. But they were still in the world populated by Pleasure Parasites. As they slipped into unconsciousness, a sleep too deep even for dreams, the Parasite sent a message through the very planet. With new-found power, it sent its message far and wide: new ones have arrived. Women ripe for the feasting, with pleasure like the sweetest nectar. And it knew is brethren would come to feast. Fortunately, the Sirens slept, blissfully unaware.


EPILOGUE

Donna could hear the pounding of the distant surf. She felt a gentle breeze on her bare skin. Slowly, she stirred, pushing herself up into a sitting position. Beside her, Rachel groaned and began to move. Meaghan was still unconscious. Donna looked at the sky. She wasn’t sure how long she had been out. The bright sun that had been overhead was beginning to set now. Was it hours? Days? She really couldn’t be sure. How long did days last in the Parasite’s realm?

“You okay?” she asked Rachel. Rachel gave her a lopsided grin.

“Oh, yeah. I could do that all day,” she replied, sarcasm dripping from her voice. Donna chuckled. Rachel would be fine. Donna crawled over to Meaghan. She shook her gently.

“Meaghan? Can you hear me?” Meaghan grunted, and began to stir. Meaghan was right next to the seaweed mass they now knew to be the purple Parasite’s tentacles. As Meaghan stirred, her toes brushed the tentacles again. The three Sirens froze. The mass didn’t even budge. They looked at each other. Rachel reached over and gingerly lifted a tentacle. It both looked and felt like limp seaweed. She dropped it.

“I guess he’s full right now,” she said.

“Lucky for us,” Donna responded.

“So what now?” asked Meaghan as she eased herself into a sitting position. Donna rose.

“The forest. We still need to find shelter,” she reached her hand to Meaghan. Rachel also offered Meaghan her hand. They pulled her up. The three Sirens then turned to the forest, and walked forward. They paused at the edge of the trees. They glanced nervously inside. It was dark and foreboding. They hadn’t left the beach without suffering a sexual assault. Who knew what waited for them inside. Taking a deep breath, Meaghan plunged ahead into the trees. Donna and Rachel followed. They were soon swallowed by the darkness. They were unaware that their entrance had not gone unannounced.

THE END
 
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wowowow what a story.. thanks for the link for the first part. made it much easier to understand. fantastic, the details are terrific, the imagination awesome. those tentacles. ewww very original what a first post. cant wait to read more.

isabeau
 
Great sotry. I think you did a very good job witht he parasites. I'm just concerned about the TMF's policy on underage tickling. Do you think they'll have a problem with baby parasites? LOL

Good work. Keep it up!
 
ShadowTklr said:
Great sotry. I think you did a very good job witht he parasites. I'm just concerned about the TMF's policy on underage tickling. Do you think they'll have a problem with baby parasites? LOL

Good work. Keep it up!

You know, in all seriousness, I never really gave that much thought. Of course, they are aliens. I will be detailing more about the Parasites in later chapters. Glad you've enjoyed the story!
 
bumping this marvelous chapter..it deserves more reading.. :wub:
 
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