Momoko found herself standing on top of an endless expanse of water. In every direction was a pitch-black night sky filled with stars stretched off into the horizon with nothing else in sight. Looking around, she tried taking a step forward. A gentle ripple stretched out from where she placed her foot, bringing shimmering lights that danced beneath the waves as it expanded outward.
‘Ah, this must be a dream,’ she thought to herself. ‘There’s no way this could be real. I guess this is one of those lucid dreams I’ve heard about.’ With that realization, she started to dance and skip about. The ripples she sent out caused the lights under the water to change into every color of the rainbow as they passed. Soon the dream world was filled with a dazzling display of color.
“Wooooooah!” Momoko heard a surprised filled voice behind her. She turned around to see her best friend Aika, still clad in the risqué babydoll lingerie she’d worn at their sleepover, standing in the distance. Seeing her friend’s attire made her realize that she hadn’t bothered looking herself over. For all she knew this was one of those naked dreams. To her relief, she was wearing the loose t-shirt and pajama shorts she’d gone to bed in.
Momoko was about to call out to get her attention when she heard a sound behind her. Though it was more like an un-sound, a silence so deep that it stood out from the surrounding silence of the dream world. The girl turned back around to see a light rising up out of the water. It filled the horizon in the rough shape of a giant winged humanoid.
“Momoko, you have been chosen.” Momoko didn’t so much hear the voice as have the words pop into her head. If she was forced to describe it, she would say that it sounded like she was imagining chiming bells that formed crystal clear words when they rang. “Your power shall be whatever you wish, you need only choose,” the non-voice continued.
“Oh! Oh! Make her super ticklish! Like, unbelievably, out of this world ticklish across her entire body. And make her get magically tied up so she can’t fight back or escape the moment someone starts to tickle her. And cause everyone to go completely wild with desire to tickle, too,” Aika chirped in. The dream version of her friend evidently had heard the light talk as well and made her way over. Momoko broke out giggling. That sounded exactly like her. The girl had been openly obsessed with tickling for as long as she’d known her. It wouldn’t surprise her in the least if the real Aika did wish for her to go through something like that. Momoko felt like the light was looking at her quizzically, as if seeking confirmation. She grinned and nodded. The light almost seemed to shrug with bemusement.
“So it shall be,” the non-voice rang out.
‘Whatever, this is all a dream anyways. It’s not like any of it really matters,’ Momoko thought to herself. The next thing she knew a pillar of light was engulfing her. Her short black hair changed to white that slowly changed to light purple on its way down to her knees. A pink ribbon popped into existence to loosely tie her hair back around the nape of her neck. Her left eye changed from black to blue while her right became a crimson red. Her pajamas vanished to be replaced with a white halter top and a miniskirt so tiny it barely covered her thighs, which a pair of white thigh high nylons and pink ballet shoes helped draw attention to.
‘I’d die of shame if anybody saw me dress like this in real life. But it isn’t so bad wearing this sort of thing in a dream,’ she thought to herself.
“It is done,” the light’s voice rang in her head. “Thank you, Momoko, and good luck.” With that the world began to fill with light.
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“Look, I said I was sorry, didn’t I? How was I supposed to know that that wasn’t just a dream? Like, seriously, I thought that was just some weirdo dream about you becoming a magical girl because we were talking about anime before we went to sleep. If I’d known it was real then I would’ve suggested something like making you super strong or fast or something.” Momoko buried her head in her hands. She’d found her appearance to have changed to what she’d transformed into in the dream, complete with change of eye color and stupid outfit.
“It’s… it’s fine,” she sighed. “Just please, tell me that at least the reason why we’re here was a dream. That we broke into an art exhibit so I could freeze my butt off as part of a prank or something.” They were currently standing in the middle of a giant hall at a local art gallery. A large number of TV cameras were pointed at a stage that currently played host only to a single stand that held up a rather large object covered by a cloth.
Momoko glanced pleadingly over at her best friend Aika. The busty blonde standing next to her had all the makings of being a school idol. Towering over most of the other girls at the university in Tokyo they attended at 5’9”, including Momoko’s 5’2”, she had a supermodel’s figure topped off with a massive pair of breasts that made plenty of the girls Momoko knew question their sexuality. Or at least she would’ve. Analise, or “Aika” as she’d resignedly let herself be known as after one too many instances of students and teachers alike mangling her given name, had an incorrigible love of tickling in all forms that weirded out most of the other girls and was a lesbian who blew off every guy who attempted to ask her out without a second thought. Momoko was the only one either of them knew with enough of an interest in tickling to put up with her. Momoko currently envied her friend’s choice of heavy winter jacket and ankle length skirt with leggings and boots underneath to ward off the pre-dawn winter chill. Her own outfit notably proved to be little defense in that regard. Or any for that matter.
Aika squirmed uncomfortably under her gaze. “Well, the big floating light thing said before we woke up that some group of thieves were planning to steal the art exhibit that was going to be unveiled today.” The blonde ended her answer with a wince that was perfectly timed with Momoko’s sigh of frustration.
“And what exactly is this art exhibit?” Aika glanced down at the pamphlet they had grabbed after sneaking into the exhibit.
“Laughing Girls,” she read aloud.
“Don’t tell me…”
“It’s a painting of 2 girls, who are naked, tied up and being gang tickled by a gang of 8 other girls, who are also naked.”
“That’s porn!” Momoko cried, aghast that that was somehow the artwork they were currently protecting.
“It’s not porn. It’s a painting. It’s art,” Aika retorted. From the way the bigger girl was blushing and refused to look Momoko in the eye, Momoko knew she didn’t really believe that either. She opened her mouth to argue back when they both heard a noise coming from the ceiling.
“Hide!” They both dove for the cover of a nearby curtain and peaked out to watch a gang of 8 women descending from the ceiling on a zipline. All of them wore tiny masks around their eyes. Momoko couldn’t for the life of her figure out how any of them expected that to protect their identities when all they were wearing otherwise were pasties over their nipples and thongs that barely covered their crotches. Momoko automatically groaned at the sight.
“Who goes there?” The first of the thieves who’d come down the zipline evidently had good hearing. She whipped around to stare at the curtain Momoko and Aika were hiding behind. The other 7 thieves took battle stances following her lead. Momoko motioned for Aika to stay hidden before stepping out to confront them.
“Halt, evildoers!” she ad libbed. She had no idea how she was going to make them stop. All she had were supernatural ticklishness and a revealing outfit, after all. “I am here-“
“It’s a magical girl! Get her!” The thieves didn’t even let her finish improvising a speech. As one they charged the stage. Caught off guard, Momoko didn’t react in time to dodge the one in front tackling her around the waist to knock her to the ground. 4 of the others quickly pounced on her to hold down her arms and legs while the remaining 3 took up position around them. The one who had tackled her followed it up by straddling her waist, putting one hand on her upper arm for stability, and placing a hand over Momoko’s mouth to gag her.
“What should we do with her, boss?” one of the girls who wasn’t holding Momoko down asked.
“I… I think we should interrogate her. See how she knew we’d be here,” the girl holding Momoko down, apparently the leader, responded. She seemed to be having a lot of trouble thinking straight. The close up view Momoko was getting of her face let her see that she seemed to be struggling against something. The hand holding her bicep was lifted to be hesitantly brought down towards her exposed armpit.
“Hehehehehe… HAHAHAHAHAHA” Momoko immediately burst into giggles despite her best efforts to keep them contained when the thief’s index finger began aimlessly dragging across the smooth skin of her armpits. After several seconds of sustained teasing she fell into full blown laughter. Momoko was no stranger to being tickled. Aika would pin her down at least once a day and they had regular tickling sessions at Aika’s mansion that involved bondage for extended periods of torture on a weekly basis. But this was on a different level. This single finger was achieving what typically took her friend bringing all 10 digits to bear.
“Someone’s ticklish~” the thief sang. She took her hand off of Momoko’s mouth to bring her second index finger to bear in teasing the opposite armpit. Momoko’s laughter raised another octave. She couldn’t believe that her new enhanced ticklishness made teasing this bad. She futilely kicked and struggled to escape. It wasn’t the other thieves, who were staring as if mesmerized by the display, who were preventing her escape. Momoko could feel the familiar sensation of cuffs around her wrists and ankles.
“Now how did you know we were coming?” the thief leader asked.
“I-I DIDN’THAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Momoko shrieked.
“Ticklish girls shouldn’t lie.” Suddenly all 10 fingers were scrabbling in her armpit. Momoko screamed with forced mirth and attempted to buck her tormentor off. Her struggles were met with a strap materializing out of thin air around her waist to keep her from interrupting a single tickle.
“You girls. Get the painting. I’ll stay here to find out what this little girl knows,” the leader ordered the 3 thieves standing around them. They reluctantly tore their eyes off of the show and moved to pick up the painting.
“Kootchie kootchie coooooo. Who’s a ticklish little baby girl? You are. Yes you aaaaaare,” the leader sang. A look of sadistic rapture was spreading across her face.
“NOHOHOHOOOO! NOHO BAHAHABY TALKHAHAHAHAHA!” Momoko begged. She was quickly losing it. Aika had never managed to give it to her this bad before. A chill ran down her spine at the thought that the other thieves would eventually figure out about her magical bindings and be compelled to join in the fun. Then she heard a cry from backstage that made her heart drop even further.
“Let me go!”
“Boss! We found another one hiding backstage. What do you want us to do with her?” The 3 thieves who were supposed to be carrying off the painting returned within minutes dragging a struggling Aika.
“Interrogate her too. Find out what she knows and why she knows it.” With a nod of understanding the 3 immediately wrestled Aika to the ground right next to Momoko. One sat on her wrists, a second on her ankles, and the third straddled her waist to leave her trapped in an “I” position.
“STOHOHOHOP! LET HEHEHEHER GO!” Momoko managed to plead. She could only watch helplessly as Aika’s jacket was unzipped to expose the t-shirt underneath. Her friend’s shoes and socks were similarly removed by the girl pinning down her ankles. With a nod to each other, the 3 thieves brought down wiggling fingers to Aika’s feet, sides, and armpits simultaneously.
“EEEEEK! HAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP! MERCYHAHAHAHAHA! NOOOOOO!” Aika immediately burst out screaming and begging under the assault. Long nails were raked across bare feet, which Momoko knew from experience were enough to send the poor girl through the roof alone, her sides were squeezed, and fingers spidered inside her armpits.
“Tell us how you knew we were coming or we’ll tickle your friend to death,” the leader threatened.
“I CAHAHAHAHAN’T! PLEHEHEASE JUST LET USHAHAHAHA GO!” Momoko begged. She wanted to tell them about the dream light that’d tipped them off, she really did. But every time she tried words of denial came out instead.
The leader simply shrugged and started to spider her fingers down Momoko’s ribs. Her eyes opened wide with surprise as she did so. The clothes immediately around the areas she was tickling were disintegrating into motes of light. She experimentally tickled up towards her victim’s breasts and down towards her stomach and grinned when she was rewarded with Momoko being stripped topless.
“An outfit that disappears when someone’s hand comes close to you? You are one of the most perverted magical girl I’ve ever come across,” she taunted. Her fingers were currently kneading into Momoko’s taut stomach to coax out hearty guffaws.
“Hey boss,” one of the thieves holding Momoko’s arm down suddenly piped in, “check it out. At some point she magically bound herself and her friend.” The girl pointed towards the glowing cuffs that had formed around Momoko’s and Aika’s limbs. They seemed to be fused to the stage itself. Aika had been pulled spread eagle by the cuffs when Momoko wasn’t watching.
“Scratch that. You are by far the most perverted magical girl I’ve ever met. And that includes the one who forced me to successively orgasm until I couldn’t stand by masturbating herself.” The leader scooted down to sit between Momoko’s legs. Her roaming fingers soon disintegrated her skirt and panties to leave her clad in only her thigh high nylons and ballerina shoes. Her fingers nimbly skittered around Momoko’s groin and inner thighs without touching her moistened flaps.
“HEHEHEHEEE! I’MHAHAHA SOHOHOHORRY! NOHOHOT THERE! PLEASE STOP! ANYWHERE BUT MY THERE! HAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE!” The captive magical girl could only beg for mercy in between her high-pitched squeals and laughter. A horrible realization suddenly occurred to her. She wasn’t getting tired. The thief had been tickling her for about 10 minutes so far. Typically, her chest ached from being forced to laugh for this long without a break, but she felt fine. A dread began to fill her that whatever blessing made her inhumanly ticklish, compelled these women to torture her, and magically bound her also came with the side benefit of taking away everything that could possibly make her tickler ever need to stop. Aika was probably being affected by it too.
“What are you girls waiting for? She’s tied down. Join in the fun!” the leader called out. Any intention to interrogate Momoko and Aika was completely forgotten. The 4 thieves not tickling eagerly followed their leader’s order. One moved over to help her compatriots tickle Aika. Together they tore apart the girl’s outfit to leave her in only her leggings. Soon the blonde had 10 fingers wiggling in her armpits and 10 more skittering across her massive, quivering breasts. The who had been tickling her sides had followed her leader’s example to seat herself in between her legs and was randomly moving her hands between her victim’s stomach, sides, pussy, and thighs. The majority of the tortured girl's soles were being given a break so her torturer could focus on her tender, ticklish toes. Momoko could see a wild look on Aika’s face that usually signaled that she was being tickled past her furthest limits.
Not that Momoko was faring any better. She was quite willing to say that her situation was far worse, even. Her ribs were currently being played like a piano. Mouths were sucking away at her toes while each sole had 10 fingers dedicated to scratching across them. The leader had leaned down and was using her tongue to forcefully explore inside Momoko’s pussy in a way that tickled infinitely more than the magical girl felt it had any right to. Her hands were at work squeezing the magical girl’s hips.
The hours stretched on without the torture abating. One of them had gone off for a bathroom break and come back holding a bucket full of ice to enable a truly horrible hour for the 2 captive girls. Momoko’s and Aika’s anguished screams reverberated throughout the exhibit. Momoko’s fears had been proven right. Neither of them felt tired, hungry, or hurt. They never ran out of breath to laugh with no matter how much air was forced out of their lungs without a break to replenish it. The only thing that could possible save them were their ticklers deciding to stop, which likely wasn’t going to happen with how Momoko’s blessing compelled them onward.
At some point the thieves had taken off the pasties and thongs they’d called clothes to leave themselves truly naked. They’d periodically masturbate themselves to the suffering they were inflicting on the 2 girls, all while keeping at least a single hand moving across their ticklish flesh so they could still participate.
“Oh? I thought this was supposed to be unveiling a new piece of artwork?” Momoko’s eyes, screwed shut in an expression ticklish agony, sprung open in horror at the sound of someone speaking up. The hours of unending tickle torture had made her completely forget that this was supposed to be an art exhibit. One that a large number of people were attending. A pair of men in business suits were standing nearby watching.
“Well, the theme was girls being tickled. I guess they decided it’d be more fun to put on a live show than just showing a painting,” the second man answered with a shrug.
“PLEAHEHEHEHESE! SAVEHAHAHAHA USHAHAHAHAHA!” Momoko screamed. Her pleas went entirely unanswered. The men turned away as if they hadn’t even heard it. They walked across the hall to open the doors. In came a flood of people. Some took up position at the cameras stationed around the hall to turn them on. Most took seat to watch the show. As far as Momoko could tell there were at least 100 men and women in the hall watching her be tickled in the nude live, and her and Aika’s naked shame was being broadcast to countless others via the airwaves and internet.
Momoko’s face burned with humiliation. But all she could do to express her suffering was laugh. With fingers, teeth, and tongues mercilessly exploiting every ticklish spot on her body, she didn’t have a choice in the matter.
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It took all day and well into the night for the tickling to finally stop. Nobody had helped them throughout it all. The crowd had cheered and clapped when their ticklers had forced either of them to hit a high note. There had been a standing ovation when the leader of the thieves had forced Momoko to successively orgasm for several minutes straight and the endless tickling had ruined every one. Not even when the exhibit shut down for the night did anyone try to save them. Momoko and Aika were left howling with laughter even when all of the cameras were shut off and nobody was around to watch.
Relief came in the form of the thieves collapsing from exhaustion. Momoko’s blessing had compelled them to continue tormenting the pair until they were too tired to move anymore. Only after the last tickler, the leader who had so lovingly attended to Momoko’s now hyper ticklish pussy throughout the day, collapsed did the magical cuffs restraining the pair vanish. Momoko shoved the unconscious woman off of her and stood up. She paradoxically felt like she’d woken up from a good night’s sleep despite having spent almost 24 hours straight being tickle tortured.
“Are you okay, Aika?” Momoko asked. She walked over to where her friend lay to lend her a hand in standing up.
“I’m… fine?” her friend replied with a confused look. Momoko wondered if Aika had received all of the same blessings she had, sans stupid outfit, since they had been in the dream together or if simply being near her meant any girl was under the threat of being tickle tortured.
“So I guess this is how it works, then? I make criminals forget to commit crimes in favor of tickle torturing me until they collapse?” the magical girl hazarded.
“It’s certainly a more fun way of resolving conflict than killing each other.”
“Maybe for the ticklers,” Momoko scoffed. Aika raised and eyebrow and smirked at her.
“I saw you being tickled. You were having the time of your life. Especially when you had 4 of them piling into you. I know I certainly enjoyed having it happen to me,” the busty blonde retorted. Momoko couldn’t completely say that her friend was wrong. Part of her did enjoy being tickled, she wouldn’t be having regular tickling sessions with Aika if she didn’t. Part of her had relished in that hellish torture and humiliation they had both suffered through. That part was currently disappointed that it had ever stopped. Instead of answering she turned towards the door.
“Let’s get out of here. Maybe if we’re lucky we can find some sensibly dressed villains in clothes our size we can eventually make collapse. I'm freezing here." Momoko turned and walked towards the door at a brisk pace. Aika happily followed along.
Continued in Part 2
‘Ah, this must be a dream,’ she thought to herself. ‘There’s no way this could be real. I guess this is one of those lucid dreams I’ve heard about.’ With that realization, she started to dance and skip about. The ripples she sent out caused the lights under the water to change into every color of the rainbow as they passed. Soon the dream world was filled with a dazzling display of color.
“Wooooooah!” Momoko heard a surprised filled voice behind her. She turned around to see her best friend Aika, still clad in the risqué babydoll lingerie she’d worn at their sleepover, standing in the distance. Seeing her friend’s attire made her realize that she hadn’t bothered looking herself over. For all she knew this was one of those naked dreams. To her relief, she was wearing the loose t-shirt and pajama shorts she’d gone to bed in.
Momoko was about to call out to get her attention when she heard a sound behind her. Though it was more like an un-sound, a silence so deep that it stood out from the surrounding silence of the dream world. The girl turned back around to see a light rising up out of the water. It filled the horizon in the rough shape of a giant winged humanoid.
“Momoko, you have been chosen.” Momoko didn’t so much hear the voice as have the words pop into her head. If she was forced to describe it, she would say that it sounded like she was imagining chiming bells that formed crystal clear words when they rang. “Your power shall be whatever you wish, you need only choose,” the non-voice continued.
“Oh! Oh! Make her super ticklish! Like, unbelievably, out of this world ticklish across her entire body. And make her get magically tied up so she can’t fight back or escape the moment someone starts to tickle her. And cause everyone to go completely wild with desire to tickle, too,” Aika chirped in. The dream version of her friend evidently had heard the light talk as well and made her way over. Momoko broke out giggling. That sounded exactly like her. The girl had been openly obsessed with tickling for as long as she’d known her. It wouldn’t surprise her in the least if the real Aika did wish for her to go through something like that. Momoko felt like the light was looking at her quizzically, as if seeking confirmation. She grinned and nodded. The light almost seemed to shrug with bemusement.
“So it shall be,” the non-voice rang out.
‘Whatever, this is all a dream anyways. It’s not like any of it really matters,’ Momoko thought to herself. The next thing she knew a pillar of light was engulfing her. Her short black hair changed to white that slowly changed to light purple on its way down to her knees. A pink ribbon popped into existence to loosely tie her hair back around the nape of her neck. Her left eye changed from black to blue while her right became a crimson red. Her pajamas vanished to be replaced with a white halter top and a miniskirt so tiny it barely covered her thighs, which a pair of white thigh high nylons and pink ballet shoes helped draw attention to.
‘I’d die of shame if anybody saw me dress like this in real life. But it isn’t so bad wearing this sort of thing in a dream,’ she thought to herself.
“It is done,” the light’s voice rang in her head. “Thank you, Momoko, and good luck.” With that the world began to fill with light.
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“Look, I said I was sorry, didn’t I? How was I supposed to know that that wasn’t just a dream? Like, seriously, I thought that was just some weirdo dream about you becoming a magical girl because we were talking about anime before we went to sleep. If I’d known it was real then I would’ve suggested something like making you super strong or fast or something.” Momoko buried her head in her hands. She’d found her appearance to have changed to what she’d transformed into in the dream, complete with change of eye color and stupid outfit.
“It’s… it’s fine,” she sighed. “Just please, tell me that at least the reason why we’re here was a dream. That we broke into an art exhibit so I could freeze my butt off as part of a prank or something.” They were currently standing in the middle of a giant hall at a local art gallery. A large number of TV cameras were pointed at a stage that currently played host only to a single stand that held up a rather large object covered by a cloth.
Momoko glanced pleadingly over at her best friend Aika. The busty blonde standing next to her had all the makings of being a school idol. Towering over most of the other girls at the university in Tokyo they attended at 5’9”, including Momoko’s 5’2”, she had a supermodel’s figure topped off with a massive pair of breasts that made plenty of the girls Momoko knew question their sexuality. Or at least she would’ve. Analise, or “Aika” as she’d resignedly let herself be known as after one too many instances of students and teachers alike mangling her given name, had an incorrigible love of tickling in all forms that weirded out most of the other girls and was a lesbian who blew off every guy who attempted to ask her out without a second thought. Momoko was the only one either of them knew with enough of an interest in tickling to put up with her. Momoko currently envied her friend’s choice of heavy winter jacket and ankle length skirt with leggings and boots underneath to ward off the pre-dawn winter chill. Her own outfit notably proved to be little defense in that regard. Or any for that matter.
Aika squirmed uncomfortably under her gaze. “Well, the big floating light thing said before we woke up that some group of thieves were planning to steal the art exhibit that was going to be unveiled today.” The blonde ended her answer with a wince that was perfectly timed with Momoko’s sigh of frustration.
“And what exactly is this art exhibit?” Aika glanced down at the pamphlet they had grabbed after sneaking into the exhibit.
“Laughing Girls,” she read aloud.
“Don’t tell me…”
“It’s a painting of 2 girls, who are naked, tied up and being gang tickled by a gang of 8 other girls, who are also naked.”
“That’s porn!” Momoko cried, aghast that that was somehow the artwork they were currently protecting.
“It’s not porn. It’s a painting. It’s art,” Aika retorted. From the way the bigger girl was blushing and refused to look Momoko in the eye, Momoko knew she didn’t really believe that either. She opened her mouth to argue back when they both heard a noise coming from the ceiling.
“Hide!” They both dove for the cover of a nearby curtain and peaked out to watch a gang of 8 women descending from the ceiling on a zipline. All of them wore tiny masks around their eyes. Momoko couldn’t for the life of her figure out how any of them expected that to protect their identities when all they were wearing otherwise were pasties over their nipples and thongs that barely covered their crotches. Momoko automatically groaned at the sight.
“Who goes there?” The first of the thieves who’d come down the zipline evidently had good hearing. She whipped around to stare at the curtain Momoko and Aika were hiding behind. The other 7 thieves took battle stances following her lead. Momoko motioned for Aika to stay hidden before stepping out to confront them.
“Halt, evildoers!” she ad libbed. She had no idea how she was going to make them stop. All she had were supernatural ticklishness and a revealing outfit, after all. “I am here-“
“It’s a magical girl! Get her!” The thieves didn’t even let her finish improvising a speech. As one they charged the stage. Caught off guard, Momoko didn’t react in time to dodge the one in front tackling her around the waist to knock her to the ground. 4 of the others quickly pounced on her to hold down her arms and legs while the remaining 3 took up position around them. The one who had tackled her followed it up by straddling her waist, putting one hand on her upper arm for stability, and placing a hand over Momoko’s mouth to gag her.
“What should we do with her, boss?” one of the girls who wasn’t holding Momoko down asked.
“I… I think we should interrogate her. See how she knew we’d be here,” the girl holding Momoko down, apparently the leader, responded. She seemed to be having a lot of trouble thinking straight. The close up view Momoko was getting of her face let her see that she seemed to be struggling against something. The hand holding her bicep was lifted to be hesitantly brought down towards her exposed armpit.
“Hehehehehe… HAHAHAHAHAHA” Momoko immediately burst into giggles despite her best efforts to keep them contained when the thief’s index finger began aimlessly dragging across the smooth skin of her armpits. After several seconds of sustained teasing she fell into full blown laughter. Momoko was no stranger to being tickled. Aika would pin her down at least once a day and they had regular tickling sessions at Aika’s mansion that involved bondage for extended periods of torture on a weekly basis. But this was on a different level. This single finger was achieving what typically took her friend bringing all 10 digits to bear.
“Someone’s ticklish~” the thief sang. She took her hand off of Momoko’s mouth to bring her second index finger to bear in teasing the opposite armpit. Momoko’s laughter raised another octave. She couldn’t believe that her new enhanced ticklishness made teasing this bad. She futilely kicked and struggled to escape. It wasn’t the other thieves, who were staring as if mesmerized by the display, who were preventing her escape. Momoko could feel the familiar sensation of cuffs around her wrists and ankles.
“Now how did you know we were coming?” the thief leader asked.
“I-I DIDN’THAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Momoko shrieked.
“Ticklish girls shouldn’t lie.” Suddenly all 10 fingers were scrabbling in her armpit. Momoko screamed with forced mirth and attempted to buck her tormentor off. Her struggles were met with a strap materializing out of thin air around her waist to keep her from interrupting a single tickle.
“You girls. Get the painting. I’ll stay here to find out what this little girl knows,” the leader ordered the 3 thieves standing around them. They reluctantly tore their eyes off of the show and moved to pick up the painting.
“Kootchie kootchie coooooo. Who’s a ticklish little baby girl? You are. Yes you aaaaaare,” the leader sang. A look of sadistic rapture was spreading across her face.
“NOHOHOHOOOO! NOHO BAHAHABY TALKHAHAHAHAHA!” Momoko begged. She was quickly losing it. Aika had never managed to give it to her this bad before. A chill ran down her spine at the thought that the other thieves would eventually figure out about her magical bindings and be compelled to join in the fun. Then she heard a cry from backstage that made her heart drop even further.
“Let me go!”
“Boss! We found another one hiding backstage. What do you want us to do with her?” The 3 thieves who were supposed to be carrying off the painting returned within minutes dragging a struggling Aika.
“Interrogate her too. Find out what she knows and why she knows it.” With a nod of understanding the 3 immediately wrestled Aika to the ground right next to Momoko. One sat on her wrists, a second on her ankles, and the third straddled her waist to leave her trapped in an “I” position.
“STOHOHOHOP! LET HEHEHEHER GO!” Momoko managed to plead. She could only watch helplessly as Aika’s jacket was unzipped to expose the t-shirt underneath. Her friend’s shoes and socks were similarly removed by the girl pinning down her ankles. With a nod to each other, the 3 thieves brought down wiggling fingers to Aika’s feet, sides, and armpits simultaneously.
“EEEEEK! HAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP! MERCYHAHAHAHAHA! NOOOOOO!” Aika immediately burst out screaming and begging under the assault. Long nails were raked across bare feet, which Momoko knew from experience were enough to send the poor girl through the roof alone, her sides were squeezed, and fingers spidered inside her armpits.
“Tell us how you knew we were coming or we’ll tickle your friend to death,” the leader threatened.
“I CAHAHAHAHAN’T! PLEHEHEASE JUST LET USHAHAHAHA GO!” Momoko begged. She wanted to tell them about the dream light that’d tipped them off, she really did. But every time she tried words of denial came out instead.
The leader simply shrugged and started to spider her fingers down Momoko’s ribs. Her eyes opened wide with surprise as she did so. The clothes immediately around the areas she was tickling were disintegrating into motes of light. She experimentally tickled up towards her victim’s breasts and down towards her stomach and grinned when she was rewarded with Momoko being stripped topless.
“An outfit that disappears when someone’s hand comes close to you? You are one of the most perverted magical girl I’ve ever come across,” she taunted. Her fingers were currently kneading into Momoko’s taut stomach to coax out hearty guffaws.
“Hey boss,” one of the thieves holding Momoko’s arm down suddenly piped in, “check it out. At some point she magically bound herself and her friend.” The girl pointed towards the glowing cuffs that had formed around Momoko’s and Aika’s limbs. They seemed to be fused to the stage itself. Aika had been pulled spread eagle by the cuffs when Momoko wasn’t watching.
“Scratch that. You are by far the most perverted magical girl I’ve ever met. And that includes the one who forced me to successively orgasm until I couldn’t stand by masturbating herself.” The leader scooted down to sit between Momoko’s legs. Her roaming fingers soon disintegrated her skirt and panties to leave her clad in only her thigh high nylons and ballerina shoes. Her fingers nimbly skittered around Momoko’s groin and inner thighs without touching her moistened flaps.
“HEHEHEHEEE! I’MHAHAHA SOHOHOHORRY! NOHOHOT THERE! PLEASE STOP! ANYWHERE BUT MY THERE! HAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE!” The captive magical girl could only beg for mercy in between her high-pitched squeals and laughter. A horrible realization suddenly occurred to her. She wasn’t getting tired. The thief had been tickling her for about 10 minutes so far. Typically, her chest ached from being forced to laugh for this long without a break, but she felt fine. A dread began to fill her that whatever blessing made her inhumanly ticklish, compelled these women to torture her, and magically bound her also came with the side benefit of taking away everything that could possibly make her tickler ever need to stop. Aika was probably being affected by it too.
“What are you girls waiting for? She’s tied down. Join in the fun!” the leader called out. Any intention to interrogate Momoko and Aika was completely forgotten. The 4 thieves not tickling eagerly followed their leader’s order. One moved over to help her compatriots tickle Aika. Together they tore apart the girl’s outfit to leave her in only her leggings. Soon the blonde had 10 fingers wiggling in her armpits and 10 more skittering across her massive, quivering breasts. The who had been tickling her sides had followed her leader’s example to seat herself in between her legs and was randomly moving her hands between her victim’s stomach, sides, pussy, and thighs. The majority of the tortured girl's soles were being given a break so her torturer could focus on her tender, ticklish toes. Momoko could see a wild look on Aika’s face that usually signaled that she was being tickled past her furthest limits.
Not that Momoko was faring any better. She was quite willing to say that her situation was far worse, even. Her ribs were currently being played like a piano. Mouths were sucking away at her toes while each sole had 10 fingers dedicated to scratching across them. The leader had leaned down and was using her tongue to forcefully explore inside Momoko’s pussy in a way that tickled infinitely more than the magical girl felt it had any right to. Her hands were at work squeezing the magical girl’s hips.
The hours stretched on without the torture abating. One of them had gone off for a bathroom break and come back holding a bucket full of ice to enable a truly horrible hour for the 2 captive girls. Momoko’s and Aika’s anguished screams reverberated throughout the exhibit. Momoko’s fears had been proven right. Neither of them felt tired, hungry, or hurt. They never ran out of breath to laugh with no matter how much air was forced out of their lungs without a break to replenish it. The only thing that could possible save them were their ticklers deciding to stop, which likely wasn’t going to happen with how Momoko’s blessing compelled them onward.
At some point the thieves had taken off the pasties and thongs they’d called clothes to leave themselves truly naked. They’d periodically masturbate themselves to the suffering they were inflicting on the 2 girls, all while keeping at least a single hand moving across their ticklish flesh so they could still participate.
“Oh? I thought this was supposed to be unveiling a new piece of artwork?” Momoko’s eyes, screwed shut in an expression ticklish agony, sprung open in horror at the sound of someone speaking up. The hours of unending tickle torture had made her completely forget that this was supposed to be an art exhibit. One that a large number of people were attending. A pair of men in business suits were standing nearby watching.
“Well, the theme was girls being tickled. I guess they decided it’d be more fun to put on a live show than just showing a painting,” the second man answered with a shrug.
“PLEAHEHEHEHESE! SAVEHAHAHAHA USHAHAHAHAHA!” Momoko screamed. Her pleas went entirely unanswered. The men turned away as if they hadn’t even heard it. They walked across the hall to open the doors. In came a flood of people. Some took up position at the cameras stationed around the hall to turn them on. Most took seat to watch the show. As far as Momoko could tell there were at least 100 men and women in the hall watching her be tickled in the nude live, and her and Aika’s naked shame was being broadcast to countless others via the airwaves and internet.
Momoko’s face burned with humiliation. But all she could do to express her suffering was laugh. With fingers, teeth, and tongues mercilessly exploiting every ticklish spot on her body, she didn’t have a choice in the matter.
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It took all day and well into the night for the tickling to finally stop. Nobody had helped them throughout it all. The crowd had cheered and clapped when their ticklers had forced either of them to hit a high note. There had been a standing ovation when the leader of the thieves had forced Momoko to successively orgasm for several minutes straight and the endless tickling had ruined every one. Not even when the exhibit shut down for the night did anyone try to save them. Momoko and Aika were left howling with laughter even when all of the cameras were shut off and nobody was around to watch.
Relief came in the form of the thieves collapsing from exhaustion. Momoko’s blessing had compelled them to continue tormenting the pair until they were too tired to move anymore. Only after the last tickler, the leader who had so lovingly attended to Momoko’s now hyper ticklish pussy throughout the day, collapsed did the magical cuffs restraining the pair vanish. Momoko shoved the unconscious woman off of her and stood up. She paradoxically felt like she’d woken up from a good night’s sleep despite having spent almost 24 hours straight being tickle tortured.
“Are you okay, Aika?” Momoko asked. She walked over to where her friend lay to lend her a hand in standing up.
“I’m… fine?” her friend replied with a confused look. Momoko wondered if Aika had received all of the same blessings she had, sans stupid outfit, since they had been in the dream together or if simply being near her meant any girl was under the threat of being tickle tortured.
“So I guess this is how it works, then? I make criminals forget to commit crimes in favor of tickle torturing me until they collapse?” the magical girl hazarded.
“It’s certainly a more fun way of resolving conflict than killing each other.”
“Maybe for the ticklers,” Momoko scoffed. Aika raised and eyebrow and smirked at her.
“I saw you being tickled. You were having the time of your life. Especially when you had 4 of them piling into you. I know I certainly enjoyed having it happen to me,” the busty blonde retorted. Momoko couldn’t completely say that her friend was wrong. Part of her did enjoy being tickled, she wouldn’t be having regular tickling sessions with Aika if she didn’t. Part of her had relished in that hellish torture and humiliation they had both suffered through. That part was currently disappointed that it had ever stopped. Instead of answering she turned towards the door.
“Let’s get out of here. Maybe if we’re lucky we can find some sensibly dressed villains in clothes our size we can eventually make collapse. I'm freezing here." Momoko turned and walked towards the door at a brisk pace. Aika happily followed along.
Continued in Part 2
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