Definitely want to give credit where it is do. I commissioned a piece of art from an artist who isn't really around these parts much named PolarbearNSFW. You can find him on Tumblr, as well as his Patreon, which I think is a pretty nifty way to support the artists in this community. Guy is a total pro, top notch, and extremely friendly to boot. I approached him to do a continuation of a few images he made involving characters from Final Fantasy X, as well as up the ante. If you wish, here is the first part and here is the second. Decided to brush up on my writing skills to go along with the art. It, most definitely, acted as a catalyst of amazing inspiration. Hope you all enjoy, and if you do, don't hesitate to show your love for Polarbear.
How long had it been since Rikku had captured her? For Lulu, time had no meaning anymore. All there was was the torture and the quiet spaces when her body could take no more. She could feel her mind slipping, and as it did, the torture would get worse. All she could focus on was trying to maintain what little was left of her sanity and the excruciating tickling and mind numbing orgasms being forced from her body. She couldn't even see; she was constantly kept in the dark by blindfolds and sleeping masks.
“My machines keep on getting better and better every time we test them on you! We're so close to perfection, I can feel it!” Rikku teased, her breasts spreading to surround her captive's lower thigh, her heat radiating against one of the few spots left untouched in this current test run. “I'm sure you feel the same way,” she chuckled, her eyes fixed on Lulu's sex.
The machines were learning. Adapting. They had to be, she reasoned. It had taken time to find her hotspots, to find the tactics that worked the best and drove her wild and threatened her grip on reality. The brushes at her sides that extended from her underarms all the way down to her hips in their sweeps. The myriad of hands across her tummy and thighs. The suction and brushes and feathers at her breasts and nipples. The circular brushes across her inner thighs and hips. The pulsing units at the balls of her feet that sent vibrations rippling directly to her nerve endings. The circular brushes at her arches. The spindles between her toes. The toe rings that held her toes bound and spread, while also being lined with a soft down material that constantly whirled and tickled. The baby oil dispensers were just the latest insidious addition after a breakthrough had been discovered as a result of 'friction' testing.
“Looks like someone is making another mess,” Rikku giggled. Lulu couldn't help it. Her sex had been deftly teased and tickled and fondled and touched and penetrated, all while these ticklish tortures ravaged her body. “Looks like the subliminal messages you've been listening to when you rest are working wonders!” Lulu shuddered, throwing her head back and trembling helplessly in the inescapable bondage holding her taut and firm as another orgasm poured from her body.
“Hold on.” Rikku trailed off, “I want you to see this next part.” As she undid the blindfold, the machines gave their captive a momentary reprieve. Lulu's vision was hazy, her tear soaked eyelids rapidly blinking as her eyes tried to adjust to the light. Feeling woozy and spent, she slumped in her binds, her sight trained downward as her captor slithered around to the front of her cum soaked and dripping thighs, fixing a pump on her swollen clitoris. Connected inside the pump was a brush, tight in diameter, which rested at the crest of her clit. The bristles were soft, like the blush brushes used on her in past sessions. Her pupils shrank pinpoint small the moment she felt the first suction, followed by the tickling around her lips and inner thighs. And then, the brush inside of the pump came alive. “Let's test this next part out...” Rikku smirked as she pressed her fingers inside her captive. One thrust with her fingers, then another. The brushes at Lulu's sides began their sweeps anew. “They're synchronized to the movements going inside of you, so now, even the pleasure you feel comes only as a result of tickling.”
This was too much. It was beyond endurance. The suction felt like the most divine of oral treatments Lulu had ever experienced multiplied tenfold. It also had the dual effect of exposing every bit of her clit. The bristles of the blush brush inside the pump were focused on her pearl, their vibrations followed by rapid and unending quickly paced circular movements. She was mesmerized and mortified, and all her captor did was giggle as she continued driving her out of her mind. Her body fought, writhed, but nothing gave. Nothing could give. She exploded helplessly with renewed panic and vigor and she did everything she could to stop this. Stop this. There was nothing worse than this. Another orgasm spurt from her and there was nothing she could do. And another. And another. Each crest of hellish ecstasy brought even more ticklish sensations. Making her more sensitive. Driving her rapidly to yet another climax.
Suddenly, she felt movement. Her left foot. Oh God, her left foot...she had curled her toes against her binds innumerable times, but the flash of intensity was making the rings around her toes buckle. With one wild nudge, her pinkie, ring, and middle toes broke free. 'YES!' She thought. Freedom. Freedom was close. There was hope. To end this unendurable madness.
The moment she'd broken just this little bit free, loud sirens went off. The tickling and milking of her orgasms continued. She fought with fresh stamina but there was no other structural weakness in her bondage. She quickly burned through her reserves of energy. Rikku looked her in the eyes. Gone were the giggles, the playful manner. When Lulu looked in those pools of Al Bhed green, she saw nothing but the haunting scowl of the damned. Rikku's mouth was frothing as her fingers continued their pumping inside her captive's trapped sex.
Perfection had yet to be achieved, but they were so, so close.
Lulu's desperate mind fractured as her body betrayed her yet again, the most intense tickle induced orgasm she'd ever felt ripped from her body, her lust helplessly shooting out in thick ropes of hot cum.
How long had it been since Rikku had captured her? For Lulu, time had no meaning anymore. All there was was the torture and the quiet spaces when her body could take no more. She could feel her mind slipping, and as it did, the torture would get worse. All she could focus on was trying to maintain what little was left of her sanity and the excruciating tickling and mind numbing orgasms being forced from her body. She couldn't even see; she was constantly kept in the dark by blindfolds and sleeping masks.
“My machines keep on getting better and better every time we test them on you! We're so close to perfection, I can feel it!” Rikku teased, her breasts spreading to surround her captive's lower thigh, her heat radiating against one of the few spots left untouched in this current test run. “I'm sure you feel the same way,” she chuckled, her eyes fixed on Lulu's sex.
The machines were learning. Adapting. They had to be, she reasoned. It had taken time to find her hotspots, to find the tactics that worked the best and drove her wild and threatened her grip on reality. The brushes at her sides that extended from her underarms all the way down to her hips in their sweeps. The myriad of hands across her tummy and thighs. The suction and brushes and feathers at her breasts and nipples. The circular brushes across her inner thighs and hips. The pulsing units at the balls of her feet that sent vibrations rippling directly to her nerve endings. The circular brushes at her arches. The spindles between her toes. The toe rings that held her toes bound and spread, while also being lined with a soft down material that constantly whirled and tickled. The baby oil dispensers were just the latest insidious addition after a breakthrough had been discovered as a result of 'friction' testing.
“Looks like someone is making another mess,” Rikku giggled. Lulu couldn't help it. Her sex had been deftly teased and tickled and fondled and touched and penetrated, all while these ticklish tortures ravaged her body. “Looks like the subliminal messages you've been listening to when you rest are working wonders!” Lulu shuddered, throwing her head back and trembling helplessly in the inescapable bondage holding her taut and firm as another orgasm poured from her body.
“Hold on.” Rikku trailed off, “I want you to see this next part.” As she undid the blindfold, the machines gave their captive a momentary reprieve. Lulu's vision was hazy, her tear soaked eyelids rapidly blinking as her eyes tried to adjust to the light. Feeling woozy and spent, she slumped in her binds, her sight trained downward as her captor slithered around to the front of her cum soaked and dripping thighs, fixing a pump on her swollen clitoris. Connected inside the pump was a brush, tight in diameter, which rested at the crest of her clit. The bristles were soft, like the blush brushes used on her in past sessions. Her pupils shrank pinpoint small the moment she felt the first suction, followed by the tickling around her lips and inner thighs. And then, the brush inside of the pump came alive. “Let's test this next part out...” Rikku smirked as she pressed her fingers inside her captive. One thrust with her fingers, then another. The brushes at Lulu's sides began their sweeps anew. “They're synchronized to the movements going inside of you, so now, even the pleasure you feel comes only as a result of tickling.”
This was too much. It was beyond endurance. The suction felt like the most divine of oral treatments Lulu had ever experienced multiplied tenfold. It also had the dual effect of exposing every bit of her clit. The bristles of the blush brush inside the pump were focused on her pearl, their vibrations followed by rapid and unending quickly paced circular movements. She was mesmerized and mortified, and all her captor did was giggle as she continued driving her out of her mind. Her body fought, writhed, but nothing gave. Nothing could give. She exploded helplessly with renewed panic and vigor and she did everything she could to stop this. Stop this. There was nothing worse than this. Another orgasm spurt from her and there was nothing she could do. And another. And another. Each crest of hellish ecstasy brought even more ticklish sensations. Making her more sensitive. Driving her rapidly to yet another climax.
Suddenly, she felt movement. Her left foot. Oh God, her left foot...she had curled her toes against her binds innumerable times, but the flash of intensity was making the rings around her toes buckle. With one wild nudge, her pinkie, ring, and middle toes broke free. 'YES!' She thought. Freedom. Freedom was close. There was hope. To end this unendurable madness.
The moment she'd broken just this little bit free, loud sirens went off. The tickling and milking of her orgasms continued. She fought with fresh stamina but there was no other structural weakness in her bondage. She quickly burned through her reserves of energy. Rikku looked her in the eyes. Gone were the giggles, the playful manner. When Lulu looked in those pools of Al Bhed green, she saw nothing but the haunting scowl of the damned. Rikku's mouth was frothing as her fingers continued their pumping inside her captive's trapped sex.
Perfection had yet to be achieved, but they were so, so close.
Lulu's desperate mind fractured as her body betrayed her yet again, the most intense tickle induced orgasm she'd ever felt ripped from her body, her lust helplessly shooting out in thick ropes of hot cum.
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