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Summary: (Star Trek Fandom - but you certainly don't have to be a fan to enjoy this "torturous" f/m series)
What can I say? Still the one, where every male crew member of the Enterprise is subjected to extreme, sadistic tickle torture - and edging.
Right, this chapter took a minute - sorry about that!
Finally some explanations, though – now we’re getting somewhere! OK, maybe don’t expect too much. It’s really still more about the merciless tickling after all. Enjoy!
You might want to read these first:
Part 1: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...-(*f-multiple-m)-%96-all-over-intense-non-con
Part 2: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...ll-over-intense-non-con&p=4533580#post4533580
Part 3: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...ll-over-intense-non-con&p=4550081#post4550081
Part 4: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...ll-over-intense-non-con&p=4593354#post4593354
Part 5: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...ltiple-m)-%96-all-over-intense-non-con-sexual
Part 6: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...%96-all-over-intense-non-con-sexual&p=4635656
Part 7: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...tiple-m)-%96-all-over-intense-non-con-edging&
Part 8: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...tense-non-con-sexual&highlight=chapel%20mccoy
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“Profit,” McCoy’s tickler woman replied coolly, diabolically moving her fingers from the doctor’s armpits to his privates and cruelly starting to lightly spider them all around his balls and perineum, the insufferably ticklish sensation nearly making the poor man arch off the biobed. Or would have, if he’d had enough room to move. In reality, all he could do was bounce and writhe a little, crying with laughter and squealing so pitifully, it made his underarms seem not ticklish at all in comparison.
‘Genital tickling really is the most sadistic and unbearable tickling of all,’ half of Chapel’s brain thought as she watched McCoy’s increasingly ticklish ordeal, while the other half of her brain tried to make sense of the word she’d just heard.
“Ticklish tears sell well and are reasonably easy to harvest,” the woman went on, “but to make serious profit, what we’re really here for, is the juice of life, which cannot be taken from a man but must be given. And for our purposes, it needs to be given under the most ticklish circumstances possible.”
“The juice of life?” Chapel echoed weakly, still trying to connect the dots, totally mesmerised by McCoy’s display of unimaginable ticklishness and incredulous of how ticklish the man really was, a single fingernail apparently enough to drive him completely insane.
“Oh, don’t play coy, Christine!” the tickler woman sounded as if she were rolling her eyes. Which, of course, she wasn’t. “You know exactly what I mean!”
Chapel nodded slowly, unable to take her eyes off the CMO, who was cackling and thrashing like mad in ticklish agony, the odious fingernails still fiendishly feathering behind his sensitive balls, as it dawned on her that the women were planning on tickling the men to orgasm in order to collect their ejaculate.
‘Tickling to orgasm,’ she thought, horrified at the idea, and wondering if that was even possible, a cold shiver running down her spine, as she remembered her very first thought when the women had started to play with the men’s privates. One could only hope that there would be no more tickling after orgasm, because that would surely be her friends’ death.
“So, you’ve figured out the ‘what’, I see,” McCoy’s tickler brought her back to the present. “But you still don’t get the ‘why’. And how could you? You don’t know anything about us. So, let me explain.”
And, mercifully leaving the doctor’s balls alone for the moment, her fingers returning to McCoy’s underarm death spots, which certainly proved ticklish enough after all, the woman launched into a thorough explanation.
“There are a few things you should know about our species,” she began, and all Chapel could think in the face of her crew mates’ ongoing and increasingly hysterical hilarity was, ‘Oh, please, get to the point before they really go insane!’
“While the women of our species are not ticklish, tickling our males is not only a recreational sport on our planet, but essential for reproduction. Our males can only ejaculate from this unique blend of pleasure and agony, that can solely be achieved through tickling, while at the same time, inflicting this ticklish torture is what stimulates our females enough to receive the juice of life. Whereas in your world looks and brains determine a man’s attractiveness, for us it’s his level of ticklishness. The luckiest, and happiest, women in our society are the ones who manage to secure the most ticklish mates. Because the more ticklish the male, the better the orgasm, and the greater the number of offspring.”
Chapel could hardly believe what she heard. Just imagining a world where sadistically tickle-torturing men during sex - or at all - was the norm, was beyond her. Yet, watching McCoy desperately bucking his hips as his body tried to escape the unbearable tickling, she couldn't help picturing those gorgeous women riding their helplessly ticklish, frantically bucking partners to orgasm while relentlessly tickling their bellies, or wherever else the men of their species were ticklish.
“You’re right!” the tickler woman broke into Christine’s thoughts, who immediately felt horribly ashamed of entertaining such a hideous fantasy in the first place. “Finding a super belly-ticklish mate for easy access during copulation is what most of our women dream of. Unless they prefer him to be on top, in which case ribs and armpits are the most popular tickle spots. Or even their backs. Feeling a man’s full weight desperately writhing against you while your fingers find and exploit the most excruciatingly ticklish spots on his back, can be incredibly stimulating and satisfying.”
Chapel did her very best not to picture this in any detail. It was hard enough not to get carried away at the sight of McCoy bucking and thrusting into his pleasure tube like crazy, while ten fingers deviously scribbled all over his tautly stretched, hopelessly ticklish belly, not to mention the two deadly fingers still drilling into his lethal underarm spots.
‘He must be just as horny as he’s ticklish,’ she thought, trying to ignore the twitching in her groin, as she watched the doctor dying with ticklish laughter while furiously rutting into his tube.
“That’s it, Christine,” the tickler woman said approvingly, “you’re starting to see the attraction.”
And when Chapel vehemently shook her head, squeezng her eyes shut and covering her ears to shut out McCoy’s horrendous, yet somehow so alluring ordeal, the woman continued, “And now imagine our excitement, when we ventured into space and found that the males of other species were ticklish, too. And not just that, but often far worse than our own, even finding it torturous. Nothing more arousing than having a truly insanely ticklish male at your mercy to tickle beyond his limits.”
“So, you’re preying on ticklish aliens and torturing them endlessly, just to satisfy your lust?” Christine asked, appalled.
“Not endlessly,” the woman corrected her calmly. “Just as long as it takes to harvest their tears and their juice of life.”
“Oh well, that’s ok then, isn’t it?” Chapel shot back, but quickly realised that sarcasm was totally lost on the ticklers. Besides, she was grateful to hear that the devilish tickling, although certainly relentless, was at least not going to be endless. “What do you do with the tears and sperm anyway, once you’ve fiendishly tickled them out of your victims?”
Seeing that the hilarity around sickbay was slowly dying away and turning into guttural, if a little desperate, moans once more, Christine hoped her question would give her crew mates a longer break from the merciless tickling. A chance for them to actually enjoy the pleasure, maybe even distract the ticklers long enough to allow them to finally cum and give the women what they’d come for to end this heinous torture once and for all.
“Ticklish tears and juice of life are the main ingredients for elixirs that are in great demand and can be sold at incredible profit,” the tickler responded, sounding downright pleased at the nurse’s interest. “Rubbed into a male’s penis before intercourse, the cheaper tears serve to enhance his general ticklishness, while the more expensive juice of life renders him as torturously ticklish as the donor, in exactly the same spots. Through the connection during intercourse, the woman can then feel the male’s extreme, ticklish agony as she inflicts merciless tickling on her chosen spots, which along with his desperate bucking and thrusting, makes for an incredible sexual experience and leads to enormous satisfaction for both of them. However, the elixir experience is as highly addictive as it is gratifying, and also highly illegal. So, there’s a fortune to be made on the black market.”
“Oh my God! You’re basically drug dealers!” Chapel exclaimed, feeling disgusted and fascinated at once, trying hard to keep her eyes off the two doctors’ faces now shining with ecstatic lust as the tubes were obviously pleasuring the hell out of them.
It was the longest they’d gone without tickling since they’d had the tubes attached to their dicks, and Christine wasn’t quite sure if the intense pleasure was in fact more bearable than the merciless tickling.
“Only the real deal works, though,” the tickler woman went on, unperturbed. “Truly tickled out of the alien males. We also need to carefully label the different types according to the spots they were tickled out of, like feet, belly, underarms, back, and so on, to cater to the women’s different predilections. Your captain’s off-the-charts ticklish belly is certainly going to be a top seller. And of course, super-juice, like that of Dr. McCoy or Chief Milagros, is extremely rare and can be sold at an astronomical price. It’s practically invaluable.”
Between this increasingly bizarre explanation and the men’s lustful moans growing into distraught groans and gut-wrenching begging for release, Chapel didn’t know whether to wish for the ‘pleasure’ to continue or the tickling to start anew. And since the third option, a well-deserved orgasm, apparently still wasn’t on the cards yet, she was just glad the decision wasn’t hers, trying to focus on the tickler’s next words rather than the collective howling laughter filling all of sickbay once again.
“Thanks to ticklish elixirs, the old adage “the more ticklish the male, the better the orgasm” has been elevated to a new level. That’s why a lot of males willingly go through elixir torture, even though some of them won’t go through it more than once, depending on how ticklish their first donor was. But even if they refuse ‘treatment’, women can still get pleasure from the elixir. They can just spread a little around their own genitalia, and enjoy virtual, sadistic pleasure while riding their males or masturbating. Although, of course, simply reliving the ticklish torture of an unfamiliar, imaginary alien male, can’t compete with inflicting real enhanced tickling on a real male suffering from real enhanced ticklishness.”
Christine’s head was whirling with all this weird information, and she was grateful when the tickler woman finally fell silent, hoping to cull out anything useful that could help her end her mates’ atrocious ordeal. She could sense the ticklers still waiting for her to join in, but she was certainly not going to do that. Even the most detailed explanation wasn’t going to change her mind. No way was she going to have a part in this cruel, wicked tickle torture. Unless, of course, that really meant unnecessarily prolonging the men’s suffering?
She was roused from her musings by McCoy and M’Benga trying to discuss the tubes. Even in their state of helpless hilarity, their scientific curiosity was still strong. For some reason, the women seemed to have eased up a little on the tickling again – maybe to keep the most ticklish among their victims from passing out and thus avoid another lengthy break – making it possible for the two doctors to talk between moans of pleasure and bouts of laughter.
“Go-ho-ho-hod, Leonard!” M’Benga huffed. “Those tubes! Mmmmmmmhhh-ahhhh-yeeeeesss! They’re better than the best se-he-he-hex I’ve ever haaaaAAAAAH!”
He was cut off by a short but vicious feather attack on his bellybutton, throwing him straight into silent laughter and rendering him momentarily speechless.
“I kno-ho-ho-how,” McCoy giggled, scrunching up his face in an attempt to speak through a light but still ticklish enough assault on his belly. “They’re incre-he-he-dible! I’ts almost ahahahah as if AHAHAHAH they’re alive, trained to find the mo-ho-ho-host sensitive spots and effective ways to pleasure and ti-hi-hi-HI-HI-HIIIIIckle like crazy.”
“Yeah, makes you wonder what they’re made of, doesn’t it?” M’Benga had recovered from his most recent laughing fit. “When they’re tickling, it feels like they have an incredible choice of feathers and brushes, ranging from soft to scratchy, to apply the mmmmhhh perfect ahhhhh tool and pressure to every single spo-ho-ho-HO-HO-hot, driving you crazy with ticklishness.”
“Exa-ha-hah-AAAH-AAAAAH-AAAAAAAAH-actly!” Both his ticklers had evilly launched simultaneous blitz-attacks on his underarms and arches respectively, and it took the CMO almost a minute before he could speak again. “But the pleasure’s just as intense. Made to measure. Squeezing and stroking in all the right places. Expertly licking and sucking like the most experienced tongues and lips.”
As if to prove his point, the tube turned up the pleasuring mode another notch or two, sending some almost unbearably exquisite sensations through him and making him close his eyes and moan in ecstasy.
“Ooohhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Gooooooood! Yeeeeeesssss! Mooooooore! Pleeeeeeeease! GAAAHAHAHAHAHAH!”
His eyes flew open again, as ten fingers, devilishly feathering the hyper-ticklish backs of his knees, put an abrupt end to McCoy’s lustful delight, startling both M’Benga and Christine, when the doctor suddenly burst into crazed, ticklish laughter once more.
“God, that intolerably precise timing!” M’Benga exploded, only too aware of what his colleague was just going through. “They invariably stop right before the point of no return. Keeping you there until you’re going insane with need and want, and just when you think you might shoot your load even without any further stimulation, they switch back to tickling the living daylights out of you.”
“It certainly is the most incredible pleasure device and the deathliest tickling tool rolled into one,” McCoy panted as soon as the fiendish fingers had been pulled off his knees again, his legs still twitching with unbearable ghost tickles. “It can kill you with ecstasy or agony at will. But just imagine if it ever actually let you cum, that would surely be the most mind-boggling, earth-shattering orgasm of your life.”
“If you could even survive that level of pleasure,” M’Benga gasped, starting to moan in earnest, as it was obviously his turn to experience truly exquisite pleasure from the tubes. “Mmmmmmmhh! Oohhhhhhh! Aahhhhhhhh! Pleeeeeeease don’t stoooooooop! I neeeeeeeed aahhhhhh to cuummmmm! Aahhhhhh!”
Chapel was transfixed by the doctor’s renewed display of inconceivable pleasure and desire that the tubes seemed to increase to unprecedented heights by the second, and wasn’t really surprised when McCoy joined in mere moments later.
Just as she wasn’t surprised when those sadistic women readjusted the tubes before the men could even get the slightest hint of satisfaction, and both doctors were shaking with helpless, insanely ticklish laughter once again.
“No, no, NO, NOOOOOOO! Not again! Please! AHAHA! Don’t! AHAHAHAHAH! Get AWAHAHAHAHAY! I can’t! I can’t! OOOOOOOHOHOHOHO! AAAHAHAHAH! HEEEEHEHEHELP!”
“Stopstopstop! Nonononono! STOOOOOOHOHOHOP! GAAAAAHAHAHAHAH! AAAAAH! No more! HUH! HUH! Don’t! HUH! HUH! No more! PLEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEASE! I can’t TAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT!”
“Not THEEEEEEEHEHEHEHERE! AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAH! AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAH! AnywherebutTHEEEEEHEHEHEHERE! NonononoNOOOOHOHO! Mercy! MERCY! MEEEEEEEHEHEHEHERCY!”
“Soticklishsoticklishsoticklish! TOOOOOOTIIIIIIIIHIHIHIHICKLISH! GAAAAHAHAHA! GAAAAAHAHAHAH! I’ll do anything! ANYTHING! AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHANYTHIIIIIIIIHIHIHIHING! Just please STOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHP!”
Continued in:
All-Male Hilarity - Part 10: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...-intense-non-con-sexual&p=4701593#post4701593
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Disclaimer:
I own nothing of Star Trek
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My other stories:
Ticklish!Kirk & Ticklish!McCoy:
Not a Word of This to Anyone! (Or: A Ticklish Spa Day)
Part 1: Pedicure http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...-Ticklish-Spa-Day)-%96-Part-1-Pedicure-(ff-mm)
Part 2: Full Body Massage http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...-Part-2-Massage-(ff-mm)&p=4632192#post4632192
Ticklish!McCoy:
A Ticklish Predicament (f/m) - Chapel's POV http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?317779-A-Ticklish-Predicament-Star-Trek-Fandom-(f-m)
A Ticklish Predicament (f/m) - McCoy's POV http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...redicament-Star-Trek-Fandom-(f-m)-McCoy-s-POV
A Shared Kink (Part 3 of "A Ticklish Predicament" f/m, sexual) - Chapel's POV http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...nt-Star-Trek-Fandom-(f-m)-Chapel-s-POV-sexual
How (Not) To Tickle Your Boyfriend (Part 4 of "A Ticklish Predicament" f/m, sexual) - McCoy's POV http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...cklish-Predicament-quot&p=4549250#post4549250
Ticklish!Spock:
Emotional Release (m/m) http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?318673-Emotional-Release-(m-m)
What can I say? Still the one, where every male crew member of the Enterprise is subjected to extreme, sadistic tickle torture - and edging.
Right, this chapter took a minute - sorry about that!
Finally some explanations, though – now we’re getting somewhere! OK, maybe don’t expect too much. It’s really still more about the merciless tickling after all. Enjoy!
You might want to read these first:
Part 1: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...-(*f-multiple-m)-%96-all-over-intense-non-con
Part 2: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...ll-over-intense-non-con&p=4533580#post4533580
Part 3: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...ll-over-intense-non-con&p=4550081#post4550081
Part 4: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...ll-over-intense-non-con&p=4593354#post4593354
Part 5: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...ltiple-m)-%96-all-over-intense-non-con-sexual
Part 6: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...%96-all-over-intense-non-con-sexual&p=4635656
Part 7: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...tiple-m)-%96-all-over-intense-non-con-edging&
Part 8: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...tense-non-con-sexual&highlight=chapel%20mccoy
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“Profit,” McCoy’s tickler woman replied coolly, diabolically moving her fingers from the doctor’s armpits to his privates and cruelly starting to lightly spider them all around his balls and perineum, the insufferably ticklish sensation nearly making the poor man arch off the biobed. Or would have, if he’d had enough room to move. In reality, all he could do was bounce and writhe a little, crying with laughter and squealing so pitifully, it made his underarms seem not ticklish at all in comparison.
‘Genital tickling really is the most sadistic and unbearable tickling of all,’ half of Chapel’s brain thought as she watched McCoy’s increasingly ticklish ordeal, while the other half of her brain tried to make sense of the word she’d just heard.
“Ticklish tears sell well and are reasonably easy to harvest,” the woman went on, “but to make serious profit, what we’re really here for, is the juice of life, which cannot be taken from a man but must be given. And for our purposes, it needs to be given under the most ticklish circumstances possible.”
“The juice of life?” Chapel echoed weakly, still trying to connect the dots, totally mesmerised by McCoy’s display of unimaginable ticklishness and incredulous of how ticklish the man really was, a single fingernail apparently enough to drive him completely insane.
“Oh, don’t play coy, Christine!” the tickler woman sounded as if she were rolling her eyes. Which, of course, she wasn’t. “You know exactly what I mean!”
Chapel nodded slowly, unable to take her eyes off the CMO, who was cackling and thrashing like mad in ticklish agony, the odious fingernails still fiendishly feathering behind his sensitive balls, as it dawned on her that the women were planning on tickling the men to orgasm in order to collect their ejaculate.
‘Tickling to orgasm,’ she thought, horrified at the idea, and wondering if that was even possible, a cold shiver running down her spine, as she remembered her very first thought when the women had started to play with the men’s privates. One could only hope that there would be no more tickling after orgasm, because that would surely be her friends’ death.
“So, you’ve figured out the ‘what’, I see,” McCoy’s tickler brought her back to the present. “But you still don’t get the ‘why’. And how could you? You don’t know anything about us. So, let me explain.”
And, mercifully leaving the doctor’s balls alone for the moment, her fingers returning to McCoy’s underarm death spots, which certainly proved ticklish enough after all, the woman launched into a thorough explanation.
“There are a few things you should know about our species,” she began, and all Chapel could think in the face of her crew mates’ ongoing and increasingly hysterical hilarity was, ‘Oh, please, get to the point before they really go insane!’
“While the women of our species are not ticklish, tickling our males is not only a recreational sport on our planet, but essential for reproduction. Our males can only ejaculate from this unique blend of pleasure and agony, that can solely be achieved through tickling, while at the same time, inflicting this ticklish torture is what stimulates our females enough to receive the juice of life. Whereas in your world looks and brains determine a man’s attractiveness, for us it’s his level of ticklishness. The luckiest, and happiest, women in our society are the ones who manage to secure the most ticklish mates. Because the more ticklish the male, the better the orgasm, and the greater the number of offspring.”
Chapel could hardly believe what she heard. Just imagining a world where sadistically tickle-torturing men during sex - or at all - was the norm, was beyond her. Yet, watching McCoy desperately bucking his hips as his body tried to escape the unbearable tickling, she couldn't help picturing those gorgeous women riding their helplessly ticklish, frantically bucking partners to orgasm while relentlessly tickling their bellies, or wherever else the men of their species were ticklish.
“You’re right!” the tickler woman broke into Christine’s thoughts, who immediately felt horribly ashamed of entertaining such a hideous fantasy in the first place. “Finding a super belly-ticklish mate for easy access during copulation is what most of our women dream of. Unless they prefer him to be on top, in which case ribs and armpits are the most popular tickle spots. Or even their backs. Feeling a man’s full weight desperately writhing against you while your fingers find and exploit the most excruciatingly ticklish spots on his back, can be incredibly stimulating and satisfying.”
Chapel did her very best not to picture this in any detail. It was hard enough not to get carried away at the sight of McCoy bucking and thrusting into his pleasure tube like crazy, while ten fingers deviously scribbled all over his tautly stretched, hopelessly ticklish belly, not to mention the two deadly fingers still drilling into his lethal underarm spots.
‘He must be just as horny as he’s ticklish,’ she thought, trying to ignore the twitching in her groin, as she watched the doctor dying with ticklish laughter while furiously rutting into his tube.
“That’s it, Christine,” the tickler woman said approvingly, “you’re starting to see the attraction.”
And when Chapel vehemently shook her head, squeezng her eyes shut and covering her ears to shut out McCoy’s horrendous, yet somehow so alluring ordeal, the woman continued, “And now imagine our excitement, when we ventured into space and found that the males of other species were ticklish, too. And not just that, but often far worse than our own, even finding it torturous. Nothing more arousing than having a truly insanely ticklish male at your mercy to tickle beyond his limits.”
“So, you’re preying on ticklish aliens and torturing them endlessly, just to satisfy your lust?” Christine asked, appalled.
“Not endlessly,” the woman corrected her calmly. “Just as long as it takes to harvest their tears and their juice of life.”
“Oh well, that’s ok then, isn’t it?” Chapel shot back, but quickly realised that sarcasm was totally lost on the ticklers. Besides, she was grateful to hear that the devilish tickling, although certainly relentless, was at least not going to be endless. “What do you do with the tears and sperm anyway, once you’ve fiendishly tickled them out of your victims?”
Seeing that the hilarity around sickbay was slowly dying away and turning into guttural, if a little desperate, moans once more, Christine hoped her question would give her crew mates a longer break from the merciless tickling. A chance for them to actually enjoy the pleasure, maybe even distract the ticklers long enough to allow them to finally cum and give the women what they’d come for to end this heinous torture once and for all.
“Ticklish tears and juice of life are the main ingredients for elixirs that are in great demand and can be sold at incredible profit,” the tickler responded, sounding downright pleased at the nurse’s interest. “Rubbed into a male’s penis before intercourse, the cheaper tears serve to enhance his general ticklishness, while the more expensive juice of life renders him as torturously ticklish as the donor, in exactly the same spots. Through the connection during intercourse, the woman can then feel the male’s extreme, ticklish agony as she inflicts merciless tickling on her chosen spots, which along with his desperate bucking and thrusting, makes for an incredible sexual experience and leads to enormous satisfaction for both of them. However, the elixir experience is as highly addictive as it is gratifying, and also highly illegal. So, there’s a fortune to be made on the black market.”
“Oh my God! You’re basically drug dealers!” Chapel exclaimed, feeling disgusted and fascinated at once, trying hard to keep her eyes off the two doctors’ faces now shining with ecstatic lust as the tubes were obviously pleasuring the hell out of them.
It was the longest they’d gone without tickling since they’d had the tubes attached to their dicks, and Christine wasn’t quite sure if the intense pleasure was in fact more bearable than the merciless tickling.
“Only the real deal works, though,” the tickler woman went on, unperturbed. “Truly tickled out of the alien males. We also need to carefully label the different types according to the spots they were tickled out of, like feet, belly, underarms, back, and so on, to cater to the women’s different predilections. Your captain’s off-the-charts ticklish belly is certainly going to be a top seller. And of course, super-juice, like that of Dr. McCoy or Chief Milagros, is extremely rare and can be sold at an astronomical price. It’s practically invaluable.”
Between this increasingly bizarre explanation and the men’s lustful moans growing into distraught groans and gut-wrenching begging for release, Chapel didn’t know whether to wish for the ‘pleasure’ to continue or the tickling to start anew. And since the third option, a well-deserved orgasm, apparently still wasn’t on the cards yet, she was just glad the decision wasn’t hers, trying to focus on the tickler’s next words rather than the collective howling laughter filling all of sickbay once again.
“Thanks to ticklish elixirs, the old adage “the more ticklish the male, the better the orgasm” has been elevated to a new level. That’s why a lot of males willingly go through elixir torture, even though some of them won’t go through it more than once, depending on how ticklish their first donor was. But even if they refuse ‘treatment’, women can still get pleasure from the elixir. They can just spread a little around their own genitalia, and enjoy virtual, sadistic pleasure while riding their males or masturbating. Although, of course, simply reliving the ticklish torture of an unfamiliar, imaginary alien male, can’t compete with inflicting real enhanced tickling on a real male suffering from real enhanced ticklishness.”
Christine’s head was whirling with all this weird information, and she was grateful when the tickler woman finally fell silent, hoping to cull out anything useful that could help her end her mates’ atrocious ordeal. She could sense the ticklers still waiting for her to join in, but she was certainly not going to do that. Even the most detailed explanation wasn’t going to change her mind. No way was she going to have a part in this cruel, wicked tickle torture. Unless, of course, that really meant unnecessarily prolonging the men’s suffering?
She was roused from her musings by McCoy and M’Benga trying to discuss the tubes. Even in their state of helpless hilarity, their scientific curiosity was still strong. For some reason, the women seemed to have eased up a little on the tickling again – maybe to keep the most ticklish among their victims from passing out and thus avoid another lengthy break – making it possible for the two doctors to talk between moans of pleasure and bouts of laughter.
“Go-ho-ho-hod, Leonard!” M’Benga huffed. “Those tubes! Mmmmmmmhhh-ahhhh-yeeeeesss! They’re better than the best se-he-he-hex I’ve ever haaaaAAAAAH!”
He was cut off by a short but vicious feather attack on his bellybutton, throwing him straight into silent laughter and rendering him momentarily speechless.
“I kno-ho-ho-how,” McCoy giggled, scrunching up his face in an attempt to speak through a light but still ticklish enough assault on his belly. “They’re incre-he-he-dible! I’ts almost ahahahah as if AHAHAHAH they’re alive, trained to find the mo-ho-ho-host sensitive spots and effective ways to pleasure and ti-hi-hi-HI-HI-HIIIIIckle like crazy.”
“Yeah, makes you wonder what they’re made of, doesn’t it?” M’Benga had recovered from his most recent laughing fit. “When they’re tickling, it feels like they have an incredible choice of feathers and brushes, ranging from soft to scratchy, to apply the mmmmhhh perfect ahhhhh tool and pressure to every single spo-ho-ho-HO-HO-hot, driving you crazy with ticklishness.”
“Exa-ha-hah-AAAH-AAAAAH-AAAAAAAAH-actly!” Both his ticklers had evilly launched simultaneous blitz-attacks on his underarms and arches respectively, and it took the CMO almost a minute before he could speak again. “But the pleasure’s just as intense. Made to measure. Squeezing and stroking in all the right places. Expertly licking and sucking like the most experienced tongues and lips.”
As if to prove his point, the tube turned up the pleasuring mode another notch or two, sending some almost unbearably exquisite sensations through him and making him close his eyes and moan in ecstasy.
“Ooohhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Gooooooood! Yeeeeeesssss! Mooooooore! Pleeeeeeeease! GAAAHAHAHAHAHAH!”
His eyes flew open again, as ten fingers, devilishly feathering the hyper-ticklish backs of his knees, put an abrupt end to McCoy’s lustful delight, startling both M’Benga and Christine, when the doctor suddenly burst into crazed, ticklish laughter once more.
“God, that intolerably precise timing!” M’Benga exploded, only too aware of what his colleague was just going through. “They invariably stop right before the point of no return. Keeping you there until you’re going insane with need and want, and just when you think you might shoot your load even without any further stimulation, they switch back to tickling the living daylights out of you.”
“It certainly is the most incredible pleasure device and the deathliest tickling tool rolled into one,” McCoy panted as soon as the fiendish fingers had been pulled off his knees again, his legs still twitching with unbearable ghost tickles. “It can kill you with ecstasy or agony at will. But just imagine if it ever actually let you cum, that would surely be the most mind-boggling, earth-shattering orgasm of your life.”
“If you could even survive that level of pleasure,” M’Benga gasped, starting to moan in earnest, as it was obviously his turn to experience truly exquisite pleasure from the tubes. “Mmmmmmmhh! Oohhhhhhh! Aahhhhhhhh! Pleeeeeeease don’t stoooooooop! I neeeeeeeed aahhhhhh to cuummmmm! Aahhhhhh!”
Chapel was transfixed by the doctor’s renewed display of inconceivable pleasure and desire that the tubes seemed to increase to unprecedented heights by the second, and wasn’t really surprised when McCoy joined in mere moments later.
Just as she wasn’t surprised when those sadistic women readjusted the tubes before the men could even get the slightest hint of satisfaction, and both doctors were shaking with helpless, insanely ticklish laughter once again.
“No, no, NO, NOOOOOOO! Not again! Please! AHAHA! Don’t! AHAHAHAHAH! Get AWAHAHAHAHAY! I can’t! I can’t! OOOOOOOHOHOHOHO! AAAHAHAHAH! HEEEEHEHEHELP!”
“Stopstopstop! Nonononono! STOOOOOOHOHOHOP! GAAAAAHAHAHAHAH! AAAAAH! No more! HUH! HUH! Don’t! HUH! HUH! No more! PLEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEASE! I can’t TAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT!”
“Not THEEEEEEEHEHEHEHERE! AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAH! AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAH! AnywherebutTHEEEEEHEHEHEHERE! NonononoNOOOOHOHO! Mercy! MERCY! MEEEEEEEHEHEHEHERCY!”
“Soticklishsoticklishsoticklish! TOOOOOOTIIIIIIIIHIHIHIHICKLISH! GAAAAHAHAHA! GAAAAAHAHAHAH! I’ll do anything! ANYTHING! AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHANYTHIIIIIIIIHIHIHIHING! Just please STOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHP!”
Continued in:
All-Male Hilarity - Part 10: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...-intense-non-con-sexual&p=4701593#post4701593
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Disclaimer:
I own nothing of Star Trek
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My other stories:
Ticklish!Kirk & Ticklish!McCoy:
Not a Word of This to Anyone! (Or: A Ticklish Spa Day)
Part 1: Pedicure http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...-Ticklish-Spa-Day)-%96-Part-1-Pedicure-(ff-mm)
Part 2: Full Body Massage http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...-Part-2-Massage-(ff-mm)&p=4632192#post4632192
Ticklish!McCoy:
A Ticklish Predicament (f/m) - Chapel's POV http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?317779-A-Ticklish-Predicament-Star-Trek-Fandom-(f-m)
A Ticklish Predicament (f/m) - McCoy's POV http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...redicament-Star-Trek-Fandom-(f-m)-McCoy-s-POV
A Shared Kink (Part 3 of "A Ticklish Predicament" f/m, sexual) - Chapel's POV http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...nt-Star-Trek-Fandom-(f-m)-Chapel-s-POV-sexual
How (Not) To Tickle Your Boyfriend (Part 4 of "A Ticklish Predicament" f/m, sexual) - McCoy's POV http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...cklish-Predicament-quot&p=4549250#post4549250
Ticklish!Spock:
Emotional Release (m/m) http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?318673-Emotional-Release-(m-m)
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