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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)
Here we go again – the never-ending tickle torture story continues. If those poor Starfleet officers had known that a simple one-shot prompt-fill would turn into a work of such epic proportions, they’d probably have thought twice about signing up for the Enterprise.
Unsurprisingly, still the one, where every male crew member of the Enterprise is subjected to extreme, sadistic tickle torture and edging. And as of recently, also to tickling after orgasm.
You might want to read these first:
(although you certainly don't have to - it's really more about the merciless tickling than about the plot)
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
Part 9: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...-intense-non-con-sexual&p=4695032#post4695032
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Unable to watch McCoy’s and M’Benga’s renewed ticklish suffering, as they were roaring with involuntary laughter again, the indignity of having their excruciating ticklishness so helplessly exploited clearly written on their faces, Christine left their bedside to check on the other rooms, which seemed to be filled with even more hysterical laughter. She was still undecided whether or not to “help” the tickler women, wondering if a possible reduction of the men’s unbearable torture would justify the female crew members’ clearly unethical joining in with the sadistic tickling.
But when she walked through the door, she was shocked – and also a little relieved – to see that Tina and Sally had obviously already made that decision and were hard at work, tickling away with a look of fierce concentration on their faces, while the tickler women were endlessly adjusting and readjusting the tubes. Gradually raising the level of pleasure to match the constantly rising level of their victims’ ticklishness, as Chapel instinctively knew. Or maybe the woman’s voice in her head was still explaining?
Tina was just homing in on Farraday’s death spots right under his big toes, making the poor man cry with uncontrollable laughter. Or should they rather be called his even more deathly spots? Because Chapel knew first-hand that everywhere on the bottoms of his feet was ticklish beyond words. Between long bouts of helpless hilarity caused by Tina’s devious fingernails, the burly security guard repeatedly cried for mercy, since thanks to the tube, his genitalia appeared to be even more ticklish now than his feet. Or maybe the tube was increasing the sensitivity of his already off-the-scale ticklish soles even further? Or both?
Whatever it was, he had quite obviously reached a whole new level of ticklishness, and Chapel’s stomach churned as she watched him bolt upright over and over again, desperately pummelling the tickler woman’s back, only to collapse back down on the bed, arching and thrashing and digging his fingers into the bedsheets. The poor man was throwing himself around like mad, but all his strength and desperation did nothing to free his immobilised legs and stop his unspeakably ticklish feet from being mercilessly tormented.
Tearing her eyes off Farraday’s harried soles, Christine found the patient in the next bed not faring any better, as Sally expertly “took care” of his vulnerably exposed underarms. She was viciously scribbling her fingers all around his defenceless armpits, effectively tickling him out of his mind, until Chapel heard his tickler woman instruct the nurse to switch to poking and try to find the perfect spot to drill in. Which she obviously did soon after, since the patient’s shrieking cackles went from hysterical to absolutely maniacal.
Shivering at the fiendishness of the assault, Christine saw the third patient look on in horror through his own tears of forced laughter and lustful moans, clearly incredulous of how much more ticklish his friend had visibly – and audibly – got in only a couple of minutes, his own worst spot, his belly, convulsing violently, as he obviously anticipated the already crucifying tickling there to pick up and virtually kill him any moment now, too.
Catching his terrified gaze and realising that he thought she’d come to join her colleagues and was actually expecting her to follow their example and start tickling him to insanity as well, Chapel quickly shook her head. Despite the tickler woman’s repeated urging and promises of her “help” reducing the man’s dreadfully ticklish nightmare, she refused to add her fingers to the devilish assault on the patient’s belly, suspecting that it would only serve to increase his clearly devastating ticklishness there even more.
Turning away from the three patients’ howling laughter and diabolical torture, Christine could hardly believe it, when her eyes fell on the two female patients, who’d just quietly watched from the other room so far, but were now frenziedly, and rather unashamedly, masturbating under their blankets.
However, seeing them so eagerly pleasuring themselves suddenly alerted her to the wetness between her own legs, and realising to her utter horror how horny she’d become, the head nurse fled back to the room where the two doctors were still shaking with uncontrollable laughter, the biobeds creaking and rattling under their violently thrashing and bucking bodies.
While McCoy seemed totally oblivious to the world around him, helplessly caught between the unbearable torture and the unimaginable pleasure, M’Benga was calling out to Chapel for help. With the stiffer feather relentlessly twirling around in his impossibly ticklish belly button, and the soft feather mercilessly tickling his horrendously sensitive perineum, all the way from his balls to his ridiculously responsive butthole, he was clearly prepared to try anything that might even slightly relieve the indescribably ticklish torture.
“Ple-he-hease Christine!” he ground out with incredible effort, before succumbing to the next burst of tormented laughter, unable to form another word for several long moments, “Do-ho-ho as she says! WAAAHAHAHAH! This has to WAAAHAHAHAH! stop or I’ll go WAAAHAHAHAH! insane!”
“You don’t want me to tickle you!” Chapel returned aghast, leaning in close and raising her voice so he could hear her over his own screaming laughter. “I couldn’t!”
“A-ha-hanything to get this over with! WAAAHAHAHAH! I’m be-he-hegging you! WAAAHAHAHAH! I can’t sta-ha-hand it any WAAAHAHAHAH! longer. I’m so WAAAHAHAHAH! horribly ticklish!”
‘No kidding!’ Chapel thought and, reluctantly caving in, raised one hand to tentatively scribble her fingers over the doctor’s acutely ticklish belly, eliciting hysterical cackling from him at the first touch.
“You’re a natural,” his tickler woman said appreciatively, and Chapel instantly pulled her hand away again as if it were on fire. How could such a light touch have such a devastating effect on M’Benga? His belly really had to be abominably ticklish. Much more so even, than she could have imagined.
The second she stopped tickling, however, the woman took over again, clearly not wanting to grant the seriously ticklish doctor even a moment’s break from the horrendous torture.
“Christi-hi-hine!” he shrieked in severe distress. “He-he-HE-HE-HEEEEEELP!!”
“OK,” Chapel took a deep breath and put her fingers back on his belly, feeling the skin and muscles helplessly twitching and trying to escape from her touch, as her nails relentlessly skittered, and spidered, and scrabbled around, easily locating the most evil spots and wickedly lingering there to experiment with different tickling techniques until she found the most effective.
“Now go for the bellybutton,” the tickler woman instructed, just as the nurse started to question her apparent aptitude for merciless tickling. “Your nails are just perfect!”
Which seemed to be true, Christine figured, unthinkingly obeying the woman’s command and watching the torturously ticklish doctor fall into silent laughter within moments of her starting to lightly scratch and twirl her forefinger around in his innie. She’d never done this to anyone before, least with the intention to tickle. But it was unbelievably effective. M’Benga would surely have hit the ceiling, if he hadn’t been restrained by the tickler woman. Restrained and perfectly exposed for Chapel to have unimpeded fun.
God, had she really just thought that?
“It’s intoxicating, isn’t it?” M’Benga’s tickler asked slyly, causing Chapel to blush furiously.
“I’m just doing what he begged me to,” she replied, never ceasing her ticklish assault on the doctor’s sensitive bellybutton, and desperately squeezing her thighs together to stave off the heat that was building between them.
“Sure, whatever you say,” the tickler woman scoffed, her deadpan expression unfaltering, then wickedly started twisting the tube back and forth, coaxing obscenely randy moans out of M’Benga while making him jolt and cry out in increasingly ticklish agony every time she changed direction.
“God, I’m so hard,” the doctor groaned, his whole body trembling with painfully pent-up desire, “I think I GAAAAAHAHAHAHAH might explode. I’m going GAAAAAAHAHAHAHAH insane, I need to cum so GAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAH badly. Please let me CUUUUUHUHUHUHUHUM!”
The heavenly pleasure meshed with the torturously ticklish ordeal – riveting to watch and be a part of – went on for quite a while, until not even the most cruelly tickling fingers and feathers could keep M’Benga from tumbling over the edge anymore. And when he did, letting out a deafening roar followed by helpless, incessant giggling and cackling, he tumbled into the most incredible, powerful, all-consuming orgasm of his life.
Chapel had never seen anything close. The doctor was still violently bucking, and groaning, and rutting into the tube like mad after several minutes, donating spurt after spurt of his precious juice of life, all the while guffawing and laughing uproariously, the harrowing tickling clearly not over yet.
Christine had been about to withdraw her tormenting fingers the moment M’Benga had climaxed, or, more precisely, had begun to climax, seeing as he was still going strong. But the tickler woman had given her clear instructions not to ease up on the poor man’s ticklish belly.
Why couldn't they just let him enjoy this clearly phenomenal orgasm? Surely, he’d earned it? Just like she had, in fact. Watching the doctor cum so hard under her tickling fingers was making her unbearably horny, and she couldn’t wait to get her hands between her legs and do what her female patients had done before. Hell! She needed it so badly, she’d do it right here in plain sight as soon as she could have her hands back to use as she pleased.
Maybe they needed to go on tickling until they’d squeezed all the juice out? ‘Must be given under the most ticklish circumstances possible’ they’d said. But when the doctor had finally finished, and his laughter, instead of quieting down, was growing more hysterical than ever, Chapel realised with horror that the woman wasn’t intending to stop the evil torture at all. Instead she was doing the unthinkable.
For no obvious reason, since they’d got what they’d come for, she was taking advantage of M’Benga’s now torturously amplified, post-coital ticklishness. But regardless of her revulsion, the moment the doctor’s tickler woman allowed Christine to step back, immediately reinserting the devilish feather into the doctor’s distressed bellybutton to replace her finger, Chapel was helpless to resist the urge to quench her own “thirst” any longer.
So, with a sigh of utmost relief, she reached under her uniform skirt to slide her fingers inside her panties. And turned on like hell, almost too wet to pleasure herself to the full, she furiously fingered her clit as she watched the incredible spectacle of M’Benga having his tube leisurely removed in the clearly most heinously, evilly, unbearably ticklish way.
In her defence, she hadn’t really believed it possible to tickle a man to orgasm until she’d seen it happen. But if she’d known what the sadistic tickler woman had planned for afterwards, she would never have helped her to begin with. Or would she?
This after-orgasm tickling was utterly merciless, the doctor’s bellybutton off-the-charts ticklish now, and the tube being so sadistically twisted off his surely still hyper-sensitive dick certainly ticklish beyond belief.
Awful. Horrible. Disgusting. And embarrassingly arousing.
So, while M’Benga was bucking and thrashing like crazy, his legs frantically kicking, tears of forced laughter streaming down his face, and nothing but high-pitched screeching coming out of his mouth, Chapel couldn't help pleasuring herself with fervour, and a need she hadn’t known existed before.
All she managed to do was step out of M’Benga’s and McCoy’s field of vision before seriously starting to indulge herself. And although she was more than disgusted with herself, she had to accept the fact that she was powerless to pull her eyes off M’Benga’s ticklish ordeal, which was driving her as crazy with lust as it was driving the doctor crazy with ticklishness.
Totally losing control, Christine came for the first time when M’Benga’s tube had been all but removed, the last inch of it doing the most unfathomably ticklish things to the tip of his cock. Just imagining how the fiendish teasing of his now hyper-ticklish frenulum and unbearably sensitive slit must be killing him, inexorably sent her over the edge. And as the inconceivably diabolical treatment of his glans was forcing the most violent jolts and bursts of roaring laughter out of the doctor, endless shudders of deliriously sweet satisfaction were rippling through Chapel.
She had barely a moment to catch her breath, though, before a fresh rush of unprecedented horniness made her cum for the second time, even faster, and harder, and unbelievably, still more satisfying, just when M’Benga’s body couldn't take the unbearably ticklish sensations anymore, which the devilish fingers and feathers administered to his bellybutton and newly freed, over-sensitised cock, and the overwrought doctor finally passed out, slipping into merciful oblivion.
The third time she came, despite feeling totally spent and weakly leaning against the wall on shaky legs that hardly supported her anymore, was when she spotted McCoy’s bulging eyes glued to his colleague’s now limp form, as he understood that his being tickled half to death himself right now, all his worst spots being exploited simultaneously, causing him to alternate between howling laughter and silent, spasmodic agony, was nothing compared to what M’Benga had just gone through with the tickle torture so mercilessly continuing after his orgasm. Could the far more ticklish CMO even survive that?
With enormous strength of will, sure that she could easily have cum at least another two or three times and still not be fully satisfied, Chapel finally pulled her fingers out of her panties. And trying to escape the almost irresistible urge to lay tickling fingers on McCoy, she stormed out of the room, only to find her groin already twitching violently again at finding Tina still working on Farraday’s unbeatably ticklish soles, while Sally had switched patients and was now deviously torturing the other patient’s belly, specifically a horrendously feather-ticklish spot she’d discovered below his bellybutton just above the pubic hair.
But despite his obviously distressed hilarity, this patient’s suffering didn’t compare in the least to the post-coital agony his friend in the next bed was currently going through, the ticklishness of his armpits at an all-time high, and that of his genitalia beyond any scale or description, as his tube was slowly being removed with utmost sadistic deliberateness.
However, even without the tickler woman using actual words, Christine intuitively knew that this merciless ‘aftercare’ was important and necessary. The only way to prevent an immediate, renewed need to climax, which would only lead to an even longer and exponentially more tortuous build-up to another – potentially literally – deathly ticklish orgasm.
Moving on to the next room, Chapel found Mark and Rob in unprecedented ticklish agony there, too, as the two female patients, apparently fully recovered after having pleasured themselves several times, were now totally committed to ‘helping’ their crewmates.
And comparing the men’s “hysterical moans of wanton laughter” to the sounds that had been forced out of M’Benga earlier, Christine deduced that the two savagely ticklish orderlies were mere moments away from erupting into the most gigantic orgasms of their lives. But as much as she thought they deserved this incredibly lustful and satisfying experience, knowing what was awaiting them afterwards, she almost wished they’d never get to climax.
Continued in:
All-Male Hilarity - Part 11: https://www.ticklingforum.com/showt...-intense-non-con-sexual&p=4727331#post4727331
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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)
Here we go again – the never-ending tickle torture story continues. If those poor Starfleet officers had known that a simple one-shot prompt-fill would turn into a work of such epic proportions, they’d probably have thought twice about signing up for the Enterprise.
Unsurprisingly, still the one, where every male crew member of the Enterprise is subjected to extreme, sadistic tickle torture and edging. And as of recently, also to tickling after orgasm.
You might want to read these first:
(although you certainly don't have to - it's really more about the merciless tickling than about the plot
)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
Part 9: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...-intense-non-con-sexual&p=4695032#post4695032
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Unable to watch McCoy’s and M’Benga’s renewed ticklish suffering, as they were roaring with involuntary laughter again, the indignity of having their excruciating ticklishness so helplessly exploited clearly written on their faces, Christine left their bedside to check on the other rooms, which seemed to be filled with even more hysterical laughter. She was still undecided whether or not to “help” the tickler women, wondering if a possible reduction of the men’s unbearable torture would justify the female crew members’ clearly unethical joining in with the sadistic tickling.
But when she walked through the door, she was shocked – and also a little relieved – to see that Tina and Sally had obviously already made that decision and were hard at work, tickling away with a look of fierce concentration on their faces, while the tickler women were endlessly adjusting and readjusting the tubes. Gradually raising the level of pleasure to match the constantly rising level of their victims’ ticklishness, as Chapel instinctively knew. Or maybe the woman’s voice in her head was still explaining?
Tina was just homing in on Farraday’s death spots right under his big toes, making the poor man cry with uncontrollable laughter. Or should they rather be called his even more deathly spots? Because Chapel knew first-hand that everywhere on the bottoms of his feet was ticklish beyond words. Between long bouts of helpless hilarity caused by Tina’s devious fingernails, the burly security guard repeatedly cried for mercy, since thanks to the tube, his genitalia appeared to be even more ticklish now than his feet. Or maybe the tube was increasing the sensitivity of his already off-the-scale ticklish soles even further? Or both?
Whatever it was, he had quite obviously reached a whole new level of ticklishness, and Chapel’s stomach churned as she watched him bolt upright over and over again, desperately pummelling the tickler woman’s back, only to collapse back down on the bed, arching and thrashing and digging his fingers into the bedsheets. The poor man was throwing himself around like mad, but all his strength and desperation did nothing to free his immobilised legs and stop his unspeakably ticklish feet from being mercilessly tormented.
Tearing her eyes off Farraday’s harried soles, Christine found the patient in the next bed not faring any better, as Sally expertly “took care” of his vulnerably exposed underarms. She was viciously scribbling her fingers all around his defenceless armpits, effectively tickling him out of his mind, until Chapel heard his tickler woman instruct the nurse to switch to poking and try to find the perfect spot to drill in. Which she obviously did soon after, since the patient’s shrieking cackles went from hysterical to absolutely maniacal.
Shivering at the fiendishness of the assault, Christine saw the third patient look on in horror through his own tears of forced laughter and lustful moans, clearly incredulous of how much more ticklish his friend had visibly – and audibly – got in only a couple of minutes, his own worst spot, his belly, convulsing violently, as he obviously anticipated the already crucifying tickling there to pick up and virtually kill him any moment now, too.
Catching his terrified gaze and realising that he thought she’d come to join her colleagues and was actually expecting her to follow their example and start tickling him to insanity as well, Chapel quickly shook her head. Despite the tickler woman’s repeated urging and promises of her “help” reducing the man’s dreadfully ticklish nightmare, she refused to add her fingers to the devilish assault on the patient’s belly, suspecting that it would only serve to increase his clearly devastating ticklishness there even more.
Turning away from the three patients’ howling laughter and diabolical torture, Christine could hardly believe it, when her eyes fell on the two female patients, who’d just quietly watched from the other room so far, but were now frenziedly, and rather unashamedly, masturbating under their blankets.
However, seeing them so eagerly pleasuring themselves suddenly alerted her to the wetness between her own legs, and realising to her utter horror how horny she’d become, the head nurse fled back to the room where the two doctors were still shaking with uncontrollable laughter, the biobeds creaking and rattling under their violently thrashing and bucking bodies.
While McCoy seemed totally oblivious to the world around him, helplessly caught between the unbearable torture and the unimaginable pleasure, M’Benga was calling out to Chapel for help. With the stiffer feather relentlessly twirling around in his impossibly ticklish belly button, and the soft feather mercilessly tickling his horrendously sensitive perineum, all the way from his balls to his ridiculously responsive butthole, he was clearly prepared to try anything that might even slightly relieve the indescribably ticklish torture.
“Ple-he-hease Christine!” he ground out with incredible effort, before succumbing to the next burst of tormented laughter, unable to form another word for several long moments, “Do-ho-ho as she says! WAAAHAHAHAH! This has to WAAAHAHAHAH! stop or I’ll go WAAAHAHAHAH! insane!”
“You don’t want me to tickle you!” Chapel returned aghast, leaning in close and raising her voice so he could hear her over his own screaming laughter. “I couldn’t!”
“A-ha-hanything to get this over with! WAAAHAHAHAH! I’m be-he-hegging you! WAAAHAHAHAH! I can’t sta-ha-hand it any WAAAHAHAHAH! longer. I’m so WAAAHAHAHAH! horribly ticklish!”
‘No kidding!’ Chapel thought and, reluctantly caving in, raised one hand to tentatively scribble her fingers over the doctor’s acutely ticklish belly, eliciting hysterical cackling from him at the first touch.
“You’re a natural,” his tickler woman said appreciatively, and Chapel instantly pulled her hand away again as if it were on fire. How could such a light touch have such a devastating effect on M’Benga? His belly really had to be abominably ticklish. Much more so even, than she could have imagined.
The second she stopped tickling, however, the woman took over again, clearly not wanting to grant the seriously ticklish doctor even a moment’s break from the horrendous torture.
“Christi-hi-hine!” he shrieked in severe distress. “He-he-HE-HE-HEEEEEELP!!”
“OK,” Chapel took a deep breath and put her fingers back on his belly, feeling the skin and muscles helplessly twitching and trying to escape from her touch, as her nails relentlessly skittered, and spidered, and scrabbled around, easily locating the most evil spots and wickedly lingering there to experiment with different tickling techniques until she found the most effective.
“Now go for the bellybutton,” the tickler woman instructed, just as the nurse started to question her apparent aptitude for merciless tickling. “Your nails are just perfect!”
Which seemed to be true, Christine figured, unthinkingly obeying the woman’s command and watching the torturously ticklish doctor fall into silent laughter within moments of her starting to lightly scratch and twirl her forefinger around in his innie. She’d never done this to anyone before, least with the intention to tickle. But it was unbelievably effective. M’Benga would surely have hit the ceiling, if he hadn’t been restrained by the tickler woman. Restrained and perfectly exposed for Chapel to have unimpeded fun.
God, had she really just thought that?
“It’s intoxicating, isn’t it?” M’Benga’s tickler asked slyly, causing Chapel to blush furiously.
“I’m just doing what he begged me to,” she replied, never ceasing her ticklish assault on the doctor’s sensitive bellybutton, and desperately squeezing her thighs together to stave off the heat that was building between them.
“Sure, whatever you say,” the tickler woman scoffed, her deadpan expression unfaltering, then wickedly started twisting the tube back and forth, coaxing obscenely randy moans out of M’Benga while making him jolt and cry out in increasingly ticklish agony every time she changed direction.
“God, I’m so hard,” the doctor groaned, his whole body trembling with painfully pent-up desire, “I think I GAAAAAHAHAHAHAH might explode. I’m going GAAAAAAHAHAHAHAH insane, I need to cum so GAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAH badly. Please let me CUUUUUHUHUHUHUHUM!”
The heavenly pleasure meshed with the torturously ticklish ordeal – riveting to watch and be a part of – went on for quite a while, until not even the most cruelly tickling fingers and feathers could keep M’Benga from tumbling over the edge anymore. And when he did, letting out a deafening roar followed by helpless, incessant giggling and cackling, he tumbled into the most incredible, powerful, all-consuming orgasm of his life.
Chapel had never seen anything close. The doctor was still violently bucking, and groaning, and rutting into the tube like mad after several minutes, donating spurt after spurt of his precious juice of life, all the while guffawing and laughing uproariously, the harrowing tickling clearly not over yet.
Christine had been about to withdraw her tormenting fingers the moment M’Benga had climaxed, or, more precisely, had begun to climax, seeing as he was still going strong. But the tickler woman had given her clear instructions not to ease up on the poor man’s ticklish belly.
Why couldn't they just let him enjoy this clearly phenomenal orgasm? Surely, he’d earned it? Just like she had, in fact. Watching the doctor cum so hard under her tickling fingers was making her unbearably horny, and she couldn’t wait to get her hands between her legs and do what her female patients had done before. Hell! She needed it so badly, she’d do it right here in plain sight as soon as she could have her hands back to use as she pleased.
Maybe they needed to go on tickling until they’d squeezed all the juice out? ‘Must be given under the most ticklish circumstances possible’ they’d said. But when the doctor had finally finished, and his laughter, instead of quieting down, was growing more hysterical than ever, Chapel realised with horror that the woman wasn’t intending to stop the evil torture at all. Instead she was doing the unthinkable.
For no obvious reason, since they’d got what they’d come for, she was taking advantage of M’Benga’s now torturously amplified, post-coital ticklishness. But regardless of her revulsion, the moment the doctor’s tickler woman allowed Christine to step back, immediately reinserting the devilish feather into the doctor’s distressed bellybutton to replace her finger, Chapel was helpless to resist the urge to quench her own “thirst” any longer.
So, with a sigh of utmost relief, she reached under her uniform skirt to slide her fingers inside her panties. And turned on like hell, almost too wet to pleasure herself to the full, she furiously fingered her clit as she watched the incredible spectacle of M’Benga having his tube leisurely removed in the clearly most heinously, evilly, unbearably ticklish way.
In her defence, she hadn’t really believed it possible to tickle a man to orgasm until she’d seen it happen. But if she’d known what the sadistic tickler woman had planned for afterwards, she would never have helped her to begin with. Or would she?
This after-orgasm tickling was utterly merciless, the doctor’s bellybutton off-the-charts ticklish now, and the tube being so sadistically twisted off his surely still hyper-sensitive dick certainly ticklish beyond belief.
Awful. Horrible. Disgusting. And embarrassingly arousing.
So, while M’Benga was bucking and thrashing like crazy, his legs frantically kicking, tears of forced laughter streaming down his face, and nothing but high-pitched screeching coming out of his mouth, Chapel couldn't help pleasuring herself with fervour, and a need she hadn’t known existed before.
All she managed to do was step out of M’Benga’s and McCoy’s field of vision before seriously starting to indulge herself. And although she was more than disgusted with herself, she had to accept the fact that she was powerless to pull her eyes off M’Benga’s ticklish ordeal, which was driving her as crazy with lust as it was driving the doctor crazy with ticklishness.
Totally losing control, Christine came for the first time when M’Benga’s tube had been all but removed, the last inch of it doing the most unfathomably ticklish things to the tip of his cock. Just imagining how the fiendish teasing of his now hyper-ticklish frenulum and unbearably sensitive slit must be killing him, inexorably sent her over the edge. And as the inconceivably diabolical treatment of his glans was forcing the most violent jolts and bursts of roaring laughter out of the doctor, endless shudders of deliriously sweet satisfaction were rippling through Chapel.
She had barely a moment to catch her breath, though, before a fresh rush of unprecedented horniness made her cum for the second time, even faster, and harder, and unbelievably, still more satisfying, just when M’Benga’s body couldn't take the unbearably ticklish sensations anymore, which the devilish fingers and feathers administered to his bellybutton and newly freed, over-sensitised cock, and the overwrought doctor finally passed out, slipping into merciful oblivion.
The third time she came, despite feeling totally spent and weakly leaning against the wall on shaky legs that hardly supported her anymore, was when she spotted McCoy’s bulging eyes glued to his colleague’s now limp form, as he understood that his being tickled half to death himself right now, all his worst spots being exploited simultaneously, causing him to alternate between howling laughter and silent, spasmodic agony, was nothing compared to what M’Benga had just gone through with the tickle torture so mercilessly continuing after his orgasm. Could the far more ticklish CMO even survive that?
With enormous strength of will, sure that she could easily have cum at least another two or three times and still not be fully satisfied, Chapel finally pulled her fingers out of her panties. And trying to escape the almost irresistible urge to lay tickling fingers on McCoy, she stormed out of the room, only to find her groin already twitching violently again at finding Tina still working on Farraday’s unbeatably ticklish soles, while Sally had switched patients and was now deviously torturing the other patient’s belly, specifically a horrendously feather-ticklish spot she’d discovered below his bellybutton just above the pubic hair.
But despite his obviously distressed hilarity, this patient’s suffering didn’t compare in the least to the post-coital agony his friend in the next bed was currently going through, the ticklishness of his armpits at an all-time high, and that of his genitalia beyond any scale or description, as his tube was slowly being removed with utmost sadistic deliberateness.
However, even without the tickler woman using actual words, Christine intuitively knew that this merciless ‘aftercare’ was important and necessary. The only way to prevent an immediate, renewed need to climax, which would only lead to an even longer and exponentially more tortuous build-up to another – potentially literally – deathly ticklish orgasm.
Moving on to the next room, Chapel found Mark and Rob in unprecedented ticklish agony there, too, as the two female patients, apparently fully recovered after having pleasured themselves several times, were now totally committed to ‘helping’ their crewmates.
And comparing the men’s “hysterical moans of wanton laughter” to the sounds that had been forced out of M’Benga earlier, Christine deduced that the two savagely ticklish orderlies were mere moments away from erupting into the most gigantic orgasms of their lives. But as much as she thought they deserved this incredibly lustful and satisfying experience, knowing what was awaiting them afterwards, she almost wished they’d never get to climax.
Continued in:
All-Male Hilarity - Part 11: https://www.ticklingforum.com/showt...-intense-non-con-sexual&p=4727331#post4727331
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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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