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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)
It's been a while... Sorry!
Still the one, where every male crew member of the Enterprise is subjected to extreme, sadistic tickle torture, edging, and eventually tickling after orgasm, while the female crew members can't help finding themselves incredibly turned on by the men's predicament.
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
Part 10: https://www.ticklingforum.com/showt...intense-non-con-sexual&highlight=mccoy+chapel
Part 11: https://www.ticklingforum.com/showt...tense-non-con-sexual&highlight=chapel%20mccoy
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Watching M’Benga suffering through post-coital tickling hell, McCoy had seriously started to panic. He knew he couldn't take the edging much longer, but he also knew that being as ticklish as he was, what came after was definitely going to kill him. Utterly unimaginable. He’d die from it, no question there.
Even under normal circumstances, getting hand and blow jobs had always been on the ticklish side for him, and he’d had to beg his sadistic wife not to take advantage of this embarrassing fact every single time. But having his genitals tickled after climaxing was simply inconceivable. In fact, being tickled anywhere was.
Yet, when his erection was building up, ready to explode for the umpteenth time, the desperately needed orgasm once again cruelly and abruptly averted by devious and unbearable tickling, he couldn’t think straight anymore and found himself pleading with Christine to join in the tickling.
Clearly, Chapel wasn’t thinking straight anymore, either, because when she returned to the hopelessly ticklish doctor’s bedside, she forgot all about not wanting an active part in his ticklish demise. McCoy needed help, in fact was imploring her to help in the only way she could, by agreeing to assist the tickler women in their wicked business.
So she did. Trying hard to ignore the lustful twitches in her groin as she listened to the instructions of the alien women.
They had her start on McCoy’s feet, which she did a little hesitantly at first, but as soon as her fingers touched his soles and she felt his intense reaction to her fingernails barely brushing his skin, all hesitation was gone, replaced by the strongest urge to refine her technique until she had him completely at her mercy.
It didn’t take her long to find the perfect way of sending the doctor into silent laughter from scratching his arches just right, the rush of being able to do this to him only just outweighing her need to touch herself, aroused beyond compare by the shrill yet barely audible “NOOOOO-HO-HO!” or “CHRIIIIIII-HI-HI” - the only sounds he could occasionally squeeze out.
The vicious foot tickling went on for what seemed like forever, probably even more so to the poor, distressed doctor, Chapel thought distractedly as she tickled herself into a frenzy, increasingly amazed by – but certainly not relishing!?! – the absolute helplessness with which he had to endure her excruciating ministrations.
When it was obvious that McCoy still wasn’t anywhere close to climaxing, the tickler women turned the pleasure up even more, but of course did the same with the tickling by letting Christine experiment with the doctor’s insanely ticklish knees.
If she’d thought the doctor’s soles were bad, Chapel had another think coming. Lightly tickling behind his knees, she didn’t even have to try to improve her technique. Any touch there was clearly as ticklish as it could get, and McCoy’s reaction unequivocally confirmed that when his whole body started to bounce up and down like mad, a ceaseless stream of pitiful cackling helplessly pouring out of his gaping mouth, his eyes wide open and ticklish tears spilling out.
Despite the unprecedented height of the doctor’s ticklishness, judging from the impotent gyrating of his hips and his desperate, lustful moans, whenever they came through between bouts of completely freaked out laughter, McCoy came seriously close to orgasm a number of times, his agonised ticklish howling sounding like incoherent begging for release. But when even pleasuring him like he’d never been pleasured before didn’t succeed in pushing him over the edge through all the diabolical tickling, the tubes were adjusted once again.
The doctor’s lust and desire blowing through the roof as he groan-cackled and furiously rutted, Chapel was instructed to target his most ticklish spots of all. The absolute death spots under his arms, and Christine was almost afraid to touch him there, knowing that in spite of him living his very worst nightmare already, this would send him into a whole new sphere of ticklish agony.
Every other male in sickbay was either in hysterics, uncontrollably howling and roaring with laughter from nefarious, intolerable post-coital tickling, or already passed out. But McCoy still couldn’t get off. Although watching him throw his head from side to side in ticklish torment, his whole body spasming from the unbearable feather and finger torture, he certainly seemed to be more ticklish even before orgasm than the others were after, and Christine shuddered to think, in fact couldn’t even imagine, what it would be like for him afterwards. He would surely go insane and beyond.
Maybe he was actively holding off, despite his unbearable need to cum and desperate pleas to let him, because he knew what came after might actually kill him?
Or maybe he was simply too ticklish.
“Oh my”, his upper body tickler said, “he’s bursting with horniness. I’ve never seen anyone so desperate to shoot his load. And yet, he can’t. Incredibly, he truly seems to be too ticklish to orgasm. We’ve certainly never happened upon anyone that ticklish. But just look at him rutting into the tube like a maniac! There must be a way to make even someone as ticklish as him cum. We certainly can’t ease up on the tickling. So let’s just hope we can dial up the pleasure some more. And if we succeed, the serum will be priceless.”
“If? Not when?” Chapel asked, suddenly grasped by cold fear as she tried to imagine what would become of the doctor if he failed to find release. “Would that leave him trapped in eternal tickle torture?”
But of course, she instinctively knew before she even got an answer from the tickler women. And it made her shudder.
“Well, we’ve never actually encountered a situation like this before, but since orgasm and post-coital tickling are the only means to relieve a male from the feathers’ magic once applied, failing that, he would eventually go mad with unsatisfied sexual need or be tickled to death. Whichever comes first.”
Christine swallowed hard, trembling hands hovering above McCoy’s still tormentedly quivering knees and her own sexual need completely forgotten for the moment.
“But unless you want to find out for sure, you’d better get on those death spots and save him already!”
‘Save him? What a travesty!’ Chapel thought angrily, seeing as it had been those damn tickler women who’d got the doctor in this – uh – ticklish situation in the first place. But it catapulted her into action, anyway, and she finally applied her by now embarrassingly skilled, tickling fingers to McCoy’s absolutely worst spots, the dreaded ones right under his armpits, above his top ribs.
Whatever his two tickler women had done to him in the meantime to keep him at his most ticklish and helplessly laughing his head off, Christine’s attack visibly and audibly really escalated things, the doctor’s reaction instant and violent.
“GAAAAA-HA-HA-HA! NAAAAA-HA-HA-HA! THEEEEE-HE-HE!
Eerie silence, as the anguished doctor fought for breath and obviously every other male had already passed out.
“YOU’RE KIIIIIIIIIIIII-HI-HI-HI!
Long silence.
“LIIIIIIII-HI-HI-HING”
More silence.
“MEEEEE-HE-HE-HE!”
Another long silence, as the ability to make any sound left the harried doctor. Unlike his ability to move. Because jerking and bucking and thrashing around wildly, his body seemed to come to life even more. Not least because the pleasuring was clearly increasing in time with the tickling. Shaking with laughter while violently rutting into his tube, McCoy didn’t know whether he was dying to go to tickling hell or masturbating heaven.
Whenever he found the strength to form words, “OH PLEEEEEEEASE!” and “LET ME CUUUUM!” alternated with “I CAAAAAA-HA-HA-HAN’T” and “NO MOOOO-HO-HO-HORE!”
This went on for a long, long time, the merciless death-spot tickling Chapel relentlessly administered driving the doctor nowhere but higher on the ticklish scale with no orgasm in sight.
Fearing for McCoy’s life and sanity, while at the same time once more incredibly turned on by what he was going through, the nurse tried to speed up the deliciously horrible process by developing a killer drilling-vibrating technique and refining it to the hilt, making sure to keep her two-pronged attack perfectly symmetrical after discovering that nothing tickled the roaring CMO worse than having his death spots exploited simultaneously with precisely the same pressure and technique on both sides.
And then it finally happened. Just when McCoy was ready to die because he just couldn't take a single second of this excruciating tickling any more, he was overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure so powerful, it took away every other sensation.
“OH MY GOD! YESSSSS!” he roared, frantically thrusting into his tube, trying to find relief but finding rising need and desire instead.
“AHHHHH! SO GOOOOOOD!” he groaned, then started to giggle as the ticklishness threatened to overpower the pleasure once again.
“MOOOOORE!” he pleaded, “PLEASE MOOOOORE!”
And of course, he meant the pleasure, but unfortunately, as the pleasure amazingly did increase even more, so did the tickling.
GAAAHAHAHAHAH! AAAHAHAHAH! NOOOHOHOHOHO!
YESSSSSS! MOOOOOORE!
NO MOOOHOHOHORE! MEEEHEHEHERCYYYYHYHY!
GOOOOOOOD! YESSSSSS! MMMMMMMMMMM!
GOOOHOHOHOHOHOD! STOOOOOOHOHOHOHOP!
It was as if he was having a conversation with himself – the overwhelming pleasure fighting his excruciating ticklishness and vice versa. Christine watched him, mesmerised, her fingers never ceasing to drill into the doctor’s off the scale ticklish underarms, despite desperately longing to have them take care of her own crushing need fiercely pulsating through her wet panties.
Her need became even more irresistible, when she watched one of McCoy’s tickler women pull out another kind of tube from somewhere inside her magic garment. A tube that turned out to be an extension to the one the doctor was rabidly rutting into, clearly spurting more ticklish juice of life than one tube could hold.
McCoy laughed and cursed his way through the world’s longest orgasm, eventually even begging for the endless climaxing to stop, because the incredible pleasure was killing him. And leaving him so impossibly ticklish all over, he thought he might die from just the air whispering over his body.
To be continued …
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Disclaimer:
I own nothing of Star Trek
************************************************
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)
It's been a while... Sorry!
Still the one, where every male crew member of the Enterprise is subjected to extreme, sadistic tickle torture, edging, and eventually tickling after orgasm, while the female crew members can't help finding themselves incredibly turned on by the men's predicament.
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
Part 10: https://www.ticklingforum.com/showt...intense-non-con-sexual&highlight=mccoy+chapel
Part 11: https://www.ticklingforum.com/showt...tense-non-con-sexual&highlight=chapel%20mccoy
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Watching M’Benga suffering through post-coital tickling hell, McCoy had seriously started to panic. He knew he couldn't take the edging much longer, but he also knew that being as ticklish as he was, what came after was definitely going to kill him. Utterly unimaginable. He’d die from it, no question there.
Even under normal circumstances, getting hand and blow jobs had always been on the ticklish side for him, and he’d had to beg his sadistic wife not to take advantage of this embarrassing fact every single time. But having his genitals tickled after climaxing was simply inconceivable. In fact, being tickled anywhere was.
Yet, when his erection was building up, ready to explode for the umpteenth time, the desperately needed orgasm once again cruelly and abruptly averted by devious and unbearable tickling, he couldn’t think straight anymore and found himself pleading with Christine to join in the tickling.
Clearly, Chapel wasn’t thinking straight anymore, either, because when she returned to the hopelessly ticklish doctor’s bedside, she forgot all about not wanting an active part in his ticklish demise. McCoy needed help, in fact was imploring her to help in the only way she could, by agreeing to assist the tickler women in their wicked business.
So she did. Trying hard to ignore the lustful twitches in her groin as she listened to the instructions of the alien women.
They had her start on McCoy’s feet, which she did a little hesitantly at first, but as soon as her fingers touched his soles and she felt his intense reaction to her fingernails barely brushing his skin, all hesitation was gone, replaced by the strongest urge to refine her technique until she had him completely at her mercy.
It didn’t take her long to find the perfect way of sending the doctor into silent laughter from scratching his arches just right, the rush of being able to do this to him only just outweighing her need to touch herself, aroused beyond compare by the shrill yet barely audible “NOOOOO-HO-HO!” or “CHRIIIIIII-HI-HI” - the only sounds he could occasionally squeeze out.
The vicious foot tickling went on for what seemed like forever, probably even more so to the poor, distressed doctor, Chapel thought distractedly as she tickled herself into a frenzy, increasingly amazed by – but certainly not relishing!?! – the absolute helplessness with which he had to endure her excruciating ministrations.
When it was obvious that McCoy still wasn’t anywhere close to climaxing, the tickler women turned the pleasure up even more, but of course did the same with the tickling by letting Christine experiment with the doctor’s insanely ticklish knees.
If she’d thought the doctor’s soles were bad, Chapel had another think coming. Lightly tickling behind his knees, she didn’t even have to try to improve her technique. Any touch there was clearly as ticklish as it could get, and McCoy’s reaction unequivocally confirmed that when his whole body started to bounce up and down like mad, a ceaseless stream of pitiful cackling helplessly pouring out of his gaping mouth, his eyes wide open and ticklish tears spilling out.
Despite the unprecedented height of the doctor’s ticklishness, judging from the impotent gyrating of his hips and his desperate, lustful moans, whenever they came through between bouts of completely freaked out laughter, McCoy came seriously close to orgasm a number of times, his agonised ticklish howling sounding like incoherent begging for release. But when even pleasuring him like he’d never been pleasured before didn’t succeed in pushing him over the edge through all the diabolical tickling, the tubes were adjusted once again.
The doctor’s lust and desire blowing through the roof as he groan-cackled and furiously rutted, Chapel was instructed to target his most ticklish spots of all. The absolute death spots under his arms, and Christine was almost afraid to touch him there, knowing that in spite of him living his very worst nightmare already, this would send him into a whole new sphere of ticklish agony.
Every other male in sickbay was either in hysterics, uncontrollably howling and roaring with laughter from nefarious, intolerable post-coital tickling, or already passed out. But McCoy still couldn’t get off. Although watching him throw his head from side to side in ticklish torment, his whole body spasming from the unbearable feather and finger torture, he certainly seemed to be more ticklish even before orgasm than the others were after, and Christine shuddered to think, in fact couldn’t even imagine, what it would be like for him afterwards. He would surely go insane and beyond.
Maybe he was actively holding off, despite his unbearable need to cum and desperate pleas to let him, because he knew what came after might actually kill him?
Or maybe he was simply too ticklish.
“Oh my”, his upper body tickler said, “he’s bursting with horniness. I’ve never seen anyone so desperate to shoot his load. And yet, he can’t. Incredibly, he truly seems to be too ticklish to orgasm. We’ve certainly never happened upon anyone that ticklish. But just look at him rutting into the tube like a maniac! There must be a way to make even someone as ticklish as him cum. We certainly can’t ease up on the tickling. So let’s just hope we can dial up the pleasure some more. And if we succeed, the serum will be priceless.”
“If? Not when?” Chapel asked, suddenly grasped by cold fear as she tried to imagine what would become of the doctor if he failed to find release. “Would that leave him trapped in eternal tickle torture?”
But of course, she instinctively knew before she even got an answer from the tickler women. And it made her shudder.
“Well, we’ve never actually encountered a situation like this before, but since orgasm and post-coital tickling are the only means to relieve a male from the feathers’ magic once applied, failing that, he would eventually go mad with unsatisfied sexual need or be tickled to death. Whichever comes first.”
Christine swallowed hard, trembling hands hovering above McCoy’s still tormentedly quivering knees and her own sexual need completely forgotten for the moment.
“But unless you want to find out for sure, you’d better get on those death spots and save him already!”
‘Save him? What a travesty!’ Chapel thought angrily, seeing as it had been those damn tickler women who’d got the doctor in this – uh – ticklish situation in the first place. But it catapulted her into action, anyway, and she finally applied her by now embarrassingly skilled, tickling fingers to McCoy’s absolutely worst spots, the dreaded ones right under his armpits, above his top ribs.
Whatever his two tickler women had done to him in the meantime to keep him at his most ticklish and helplessly laughing his head off, Christine’s attack visibly and audibly really escalated things, the doctor’s reaction instant and violent.
“GAAAAA-HA-HA-HA! NAAAAA-HA-HA-HA! THEEEEE-HE-HE!
Eerie silence, as the anguished doctor fought for breath and obviously every other male had already passed out.
“YOU’RE KIIIIIIIIIIIII-HI-HI-HI!
Long silence.
“LIIIIIIII-HI-HI-HING”
More silence.
“MEEEEE-HE-HE-HE!”
Another long silence, as the ability to make any sound left the harried doctor. Unlike his ability to move. Because jerking and bucking and thrashing around wildly, his body seemed to come to life even more. Not least because the pleasuring was clearly increasing in time with the tickling. Shaking with laughter while violently rutting into his tube, McCoy didn’t know whether he was dying to go to tickling hell or masturbating heaven.
Whenever he found the strength to form words, “OH PLEEEEEEEASE!” and “LET ME CUUUUM!” alternated with “I CAAAAAA-HA-HA-HAN’T” and “NO MOOOO-HO-HO-HORE!”
This went on for a long, long time, the merciless death-spot tickling Chapel relentlessly administered driving the doctor nowhere but higher on the ticklish scale with no orgasm in sight.
Fearing for McCoy’s life and sanity, while at the same time once more incredibly turned on by what he was going through, the nurse tried to speed up the deliciously horrible process by developing a killer drilling-vibrating technique and refining it to the hilt, making sure to keep her two-pronged attack perfectly symmetrical after discovering that nothing tickled the roaring CMO worse than having his death spots exploited simultaneously with precisely the same pressure and technique on both sides.
And then it finally happened. Just when McCoy was ready to die because he just couldn't take a single second of this excruciating tickling any more, he was overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure so powerful, it took away every other sensation.
“OH MY GOD! YESSSSS!” he roared, frantically thrusting into his tube, trying to find relief but finding rising need and desire instead.
“AHHHHH! SO GOOOOOOD!” he groaned, then started to giggle as the ticklishness threatened to overpower the pleasure once again.
“MOOOOORE!” he pleaded, “PLEASE MOOOOORE!”
And of course, he meant the pleasure, but unfortunately, as the pleasure amazingly did increase even more, so did the tickling.
GAAAHAHAHAHAH! AAAHAHAHAH! NOOOHOHOHOHO!
YESSSSSS! MOOOOOORE!
NO MOOOHOHOHORE! MEEEHEHEHERCYYYYHYHY!
GOOOOOOOD! YESSSSSS! MMMMMMMMMMM!
GOOOHOHOHOHOHOD! STOOOOOOHOHOHOHOP!
It was as if he was having a conversation with himself – the overwhelming pleasure fighting his excruciating ticklishness and vice versa. Christine watched him, mesmerised, her fingers never ceasing to drill into the doctor’s off the scale ticklish underarms, despite desperately longing to have them take care of her own crushing need fiercely pulsating through her wet panties.
Her need became even more irresistible, when she watched one of McCoy’s tickler women pull out another kind of tube from somewhere inside her magic garment. A tube that turned out to be an extension to the one the doctor was rabidly rutting into, clearly spurting more ticklish juice of life than one tube could hold.
McCoy laughed and cursed his way through the world’s longest orgasm, eventually even begging for the endless climaxing to stop, because the incredible pleasure was killing him. And leaving him so impossibly ticklish all over, he thought he might die from just the air whispering over his body.
To be continued …
************************************************
Disclaimer:
I own nothing of Star Trek
************************************************
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)
This is a fine series. 
