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T&T - Shivering Forest: Part 5 - Gecki's Button - FF/F
Continued from Part 4
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Tomi jumped upward, her four hands coming together in claps of glee. She rushed over to Claire, who realized her original estimate of Tomi’s height had been conservative. The woman towered over her, almost double her own height.
“This is going to be so much fun!” Tomi exclaimed like a girl on Christmas morning.
Claire’s hands were snatched up by two of Tomi’s, lifted from her feet with casual ease, and swung about like a child. Claire couldn’t help but be apprehensive considering how the woman had used a similar grasp to reduce a certain green lizard girl to a giggling mess.
As that thought raced through her mind, she caught a flash of movement and saw the green and red of Geki’s retreating figure.
A shimmer of rainbow colors danced across the green skin before the girl’s figure disappeared from sight. Claire gasped, a few of the more confusing moments in the last few minutes finally coming together in her mind.
Placed back on her feet, Claire hesitated, wondering if she should say something about Geki getting away. Tomi, as if reading her mind, quirked a small smile, holding a single finger up in the air.
“Lesson one, holding the psychological advantage is vastly more important than holding the mere physical advantage.”
On cue, Tomi twitched one of her hands. A burst of color flashed to reveal a small green form tumble head first into a pile of cloth, only her tail and butt sticking out of a large pile.
“Naughty naughty,” Tomi cooed, “I thought we had come to an arrangement.”
A glimmer of sliver of Light reflected off of a thread running between Tomi’s outstretched hand, and Geki’s left ankle.
“Geki…um…Geki not…not run.,” came the muffled response. “Geki go…go get something. Very important something. Geki be right back.”
Slowly, and with practically no effort, Tomi began pulling the thread hand over hand, dragging the green girl slowly out of the pile. Her tail swished about, lifting to give them a view of the rope disappearing between the mounds of flesh. The rope parted, half going over Geki’s tail, while the other part of the chord dipped under, attaching to the braided part that looked to Claire, decidedly uncomfortable. Fabric tumbled as the small girl was pulled inexorably toward them.
Geki’s other foot began flexing, her toes pressing against the floor only to slide across the smooth wood as he leg pushed against the pull of Tomi’s thread. The green girl’s hands emerged from the fabric frantically scrabbling against the pull.
“Watch carefully Claire. I could have wrapped her up right away. Instead, I am giving her the brief illusion of escape, the hope of freedom. That way it will be all the more devastating as I slowly deprive her of that very hope.”
Claire felt the now familiar chill run down her spine. This time, however, she also felt a rush of anticipation. Her toes curled in her boots, the fluttering of nervous butterflies filling her belly.
“Here we are,” Tomi teased. “There’s my pudgy little tickle toy.”
“Geki not pudgy,” she protested, wiggling and struggling as Tomi reached down to grab the ankle. “Geki no steal Ezra snacks from high shelf when Cookie not looking. Gecki not sneak out at night to take extra snacks from high shelf behind picture frame.”
“That is a remarkably specific denial,” Claire replied, then slammed her hands over her mouth. “Sorry Madame, I didn’t mean…”
“Right you are,” Tomi laughed with glee, plucking Geki up by her ankle. The other three hands grabbed the other limbs, suspending the girl upside down in an X shape. “Would you please assess her claims of no extra snacking?”
Claire hesitated a moment, then steeled herself and walked forward. Geki twisted in the taller woman’s grip, which seemed to amuse Tomi. With a smile, she stretched the girl further until all of her twitching amounted to a few inches of movement. Reaching her hands up toward the soft green tummy, Claire steeled herself. If she was going to do this, she was going to do it right.
While her nails were not nearly as long, nor filed to tips as Tomi’s were, she had enough to dimple the flesh with the tiniest of pressure. Claire started at the tiny bit of pudgy flesh that, despite being stretched, hung over the chorded rope by just a finger’s width.
“Eek…(snort)…no poke…Gah…no poke…mhmhmhmhihihihi…Geki’s belly…mmmhmhmhahaha…not for poking…ack…hihihihihi…”
Clair did not desist, instead bringing her other fingers to bear over the pillowy flesh. She took special joy in noting which areas gave what kinds of reactions. While the little outie bellybutton called to her, Claire remembered the madame’s words, and how she had taunted the girl with that particular feature before. From the girls previous reaction, she felt she should hold off until later. Instead, she poked along the sides, then under the belly button, watching as the green girl’s struggling increased. She felt that she needed to stop soon, so to finish, she took two pinches of flesh, one for each hand and calmly rolled them between her fingers.
“Gaaahahahah…“Mean clumsy girl no pinch no pihihihinch…(snort)…Geki tell, Geki tell…hahahah…Geki take extra snacks…(snort)...Geki confess…hihihihihi…stop tihihihickling Geki bellyheheheheh…”
Tomi released Geki’s hands as Claire stepped back leaving the lizard girl hanging from her ankles.
“Wonderful, I’m so glad you decided to be honest. That earns you one whole hour less of punishment than you were already facing. Good girl.”
“Hour!” Geki shrieked, “Wait…how long is Geki to be punished?...Madame Tomi? How long…”
“As you can see, lesson one lasts throughout the entire session whether giving pleasure or punishment,”Tomi replied, smiling at Geki’s rapidly insistent questions. Ignoring bothGeki’s panicked look and her questions as a whole, Tomi turned back to Claire.
“Lesson two. There is a fine line between pleasure and punishment. Geki here is one of our members that, despite her protests to the contrary, derives much pleasure from tickling. In fact, the last time I rewarded her with a long session on her feet and legs, the naughty little girl ended up orgasming before I moved past her knees. And I had so much I was planning to do with that special place between her legs. Such a shame. Thus, if we do not take steps, she will end up orgasming long before we finish, and that is not how punishment works.”
From within the folds of her robes, Tomi produces a small jar of yellow powder.
The sight of the jar sent Geki into a fit of flailing limbs and renewed pleas in rising panic.
“No, no, no, not evil yellow powder. Not need use. Punish with pink. pink is better. Geki take red. Red powder for punishing Geki. Red powder for punishment. Not yellow powder. Keep evil yellow away from Geki!”
A flutter of movement from beneath the draping cloth and a thwip of sound was all the warning Claire got before a white projectile hit Geki’s arms just as they reached down toward the floor. A series of white threads wrapped themselves around and in between the flailing appendages. Before Geki could pull her arms down, or in this case up, Tomi pulled and the threads snapped together, the green arms wrapped tight enough to trap the upper arms behind her head.
Geki struggled against the bindings, but had no leverage, leaving the pale green of her underarms exposed and Geki’s eyes darting about nervously.
“Geki not let evil powder touch,” then started to thrash about, though it did little to help her situation. Held as she was, her arms wrapped up and behind her head, only her thick tail remained free.
“Generally I do not provide the secrets of flowers to others, it is your responsibility to learn your own lessons after all. In this case however, as Geki here is being difficult and needs to be taught a lesson, I will share just a bit with you.”
Tomi’s third arm shot out like a whip, snatching the tail from the air with ludicrous ease. Her long fingers wrapped almost casually just below the tip of Geki’s tail.
“No, that is Geki’s special place. No tell clumsy girl. No use nasty powder. Let go of Geeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhmmmmm…”
The transition was so abrupt, Claire couldn’t help but peer closer.
Tomi’s long fingers easily controlled the offending extremidy, wrapping around the green tail completely, but that was not what had caused the lizard girl to suddenly go slack, her eyes rolling back in her head, and a low moan of pleasure to escape her lips. No, that was clearly due to the motion of Tomi’s thumb as it slowly and gently rubbed the light green underside of Geki’s tail. The last inch of Geki’s tail strained, moving first away from the thumb, then pressed itself against the gentle pressure of the thumb as if unable to decide whether it was trying to escape, or demand more.
“The underside of Geki’s tail, as you can see, is very sensitive,” Tomi instructed. “All I would need to do to have this cutie orgasm would be to continue to rub this spot a little harder and a little faster. Truly, Geki is one of my favorites to pleasure. She just has so many fun spots to play with. Unfortunately for her, today is not about her pleasure. It is about teaching a lesson. In Geki’s case, those same sensitive spots that give her so much pleasure, will be the instruments of her demise.”
As Geki continued to moan, Tomi drew the upside down woman’s legs apart until she was doing a perfect split, but upside down, and in mid air. She handed the powder to Claire, along with a circular brush complete with the finest bristles Claire had ever seen.
“Please apply liberally to our little Geki’s womanhood, if you will.”
Claire took the jar, dipping the brush into the powder. Having an extra hand free, Tomi carefully pulled aside the chord that served as the lizard girl’s only clothes. The tiny little pink lips that greeted her were already open, inviting, and quivering with need.
Claire dipped the brush and began dusting the powder over the exposed lips, drawing increasingly rapid groans from a shuddering Geki.
“If you are not aware, this powder actually increases arousal, but has the distinct alternate effect, of not allowing one to actually orgasm. This is the thin line between pleasure and punishment I was speaking of.”
Tomi leaned in, inspecting her work. She then pressed her fingers to the sides of the delicate lips, spreading them wide.
“…mmmhhhhh…noooohohoh…mmmmmhhhhh….aaaaaaahhhh…”
Geki’s moaning began to intensify, but Clair knew what the Madame wanted, no matter how bad it would get for the green girl. Dabbing the brush downward, she painted inside the lips with yellow powder, making sure particles dropped down into the opening. Her actions drew a new set of groaning protestations from Geki, though her body seemed to have lost all it’s strength. Claire made sure the delicate brush dusted every inch of the girl’s womanhood again, taking time over any section that changed the pitch of the green girl’s moaning. Claire may have spent a little too much time lightly dusting the little nub of clitoris that stuck up after hearing the funny little noises Geki made every time the little bristles flicked across the tender spot.
“Very good. It is our job to bring our little troublemaker to the edge of orgasm, over and over again, yet never let her feel the sweat bliss of release. It is our job to break her mind so that she learns that there are consequences for actions. This is how we correct behaviors. A lesson you should keep in mind should you ever be tempted to offend our customs. Now enough foreplay. It is time.”
Without ceremony, she dropped her grip on Geki’s tail.
“Mmmmhhhaaaaaaa…no stop, no stop. Geki so close. Rub special places more. Rub harder. Rub faster. Geki not done.”
Claire watched in fascination as Geki’s hips thrust at the empty air, her tail stretching toward Tomi’s hand eagerly.
“Usually I would save this for later, especially on Geki, but starting on a place you’ve seen already is a good way to begin your instruction.”
Tomi closed the spread legs once again, only for her four hands to begin spinning the green girl about. Every moment she spun, more thread appeared, bonding the girl’s legs and thick thighs together. In moments, both arms and legs had been wrapped tight.
“Woahhh…Geki feel funny…room stop moving now please.”
“One might think that this is sufficiently restrained to begin such our session. After all, her feet are bound and exposed,”
Tomi rotated her package, presenting a pair of small feet poking from within the binding silk. She reached over, scrabbling her fingers over the pale green bottom of one foot. A peal of giggles tittered out from behind her, the body bucking up and down as the sharp nails danced over the arch and toes.
“...geeheheheh…feet already tickled…already done tickling of feet…eeeeheheheh…no need show…(hic)...no scratch, no scraaaaaahahahaha…”
After a gesture from the Madame, Claire joined in on the other foot. Her own nails scrabbled across the other helpless foot, spidering across the heel, the arch, and scratched just under the tiny toes as they scrunched and wiggled. She might have imagined it, but she thought Geki’s giggles were louder when she had scraped her nails over the wrinkly flesh.
“Her arms are pulled upward, leaving these wonderful hollows defenseless.”
Tomi twirled the bound girl about as if she weighed nothing, presenting the defenseless armpits. One hand pulled the arms behind her head taught, then brought a hand down, pointy nails scratching at the smooth skin playfully.
“Eeeeeehehehehe…Geki want put arms down now…hihihihihihihahahaha…”
Claire didn’t wait for Tomi to finish, instead joining her. Claire marveled at how smooth and hairless the underarms were. It felt so satisfying to flick her nails across the smooth skin. The twitching body and peal of adorable giggles it produced made something between her legs tingle.
“And of course we can’t forget about this adorable pudgy tummy,” Tomi chimed, throwing Geki under one arm and leaving her legs to dangle.
This time Claire was right there with Tomi, ten fingernails scrabbling all over the green tummy.
“NOOOOOO…AAAAAAHAHAHA….no tummy, no tummy, no tuhuhuhmehehehahahahah…”
Claire noted that she had likely been right as they dragged their nails across the taught little belly. They both pointedly avoided the little outie belly button. She also noted that Geki’s laughter always grew a bit more desperate the closer their nails came to the protruding little nub. The anticipation Claire felt toward that little button was both disturbing and exciting. What had gotten into her, yet she couldn’t deny it any longer. She wanted to tickle this green girl with everything she had.
“Enough,” Tomi called, and Claire obeyed, though she found herself reluctant to do so.
“If this was about pleasure, or a reward, such bindings would indeed be enough. When it comes to punishment, however, taking away the very idea of freedom can cause an increase of sensitivity, their desperation, and lowers their ability to keep their baser instincts at bay. In other words, we peel away at their very sanity.”
Tomi threw the bundled green girl in the air as her hands started whipping about. Threads flew about the room as Geki was juggled, tossed, and spun about. When the dizzying display finally finished, Claire marveled at the result.
“Geki want to get off now, very dizzy. Bad room keeps moving. Make stop please.”
As Claire looked upon the girl, she found herself impressed. Geki hung in mid air, her body bent backward showing an impressive flexibility, her head almost touching the back of her legs. Her legs stuck out behind her, the tiny toes pulled back, the thread restraining them, one pulling back on each toe. The tail had been wrapped, pulled up and to the side exposing the light green underside. Her arms had been wrapped tightly behind her head and her back already arched, stretched the green belly upward, the barest pudge still managing to poke out over her rope underwear. And then there was the prize, her little nub of a belly button sticking almost straight up, just begging to be touched.
“Tomi please not do this. Geki is sorry. Want to talk about. Promise do better. Punishment is too much for (Thwip)…hmmmghmhmhm”
Silken web covered the girl’s red lips in mid sentence, her eyes growing wide, her jaw still working to push the muffled words out, her pleading and rising fear clear.
“No safe words means we don’t need to listen to her begging. It is a distraction and frankly, disappointing coming from a flower of the Shivering forest. I have clearly been indulging the naughty little girl far too much. It is clear this punishment is long overdue.”
Tomi quirked her head to the side, examining her rope work. With a quick motion she stuffed silken webbing into the long pointed ears, then wrapped a binding around the eyes effectively making the little lizard girl both blind and deaf to the outside world.
“We have taken away much of her senses. There will be no distraction from the sensations we choose. In this way, she will know that she has no power, that we are in fact the only power she need concern her right now, is our whims. We shall begin with this cute little belly. You shall now begin, gently at first. Explore carefully, slowly. You will need to build up later, so do not go to hard yet. Information is key. Just like before, please begin with light teasing. Nails gently drawn across the skin will do nicely. I suggest starting on the upper portion of her belly. ”
Claire licked her lips, feeling a heady rush at the helpless figure held below her. Someone completely at her mercy. She had never felt so conflicted, so charged, so…alive.
Slowly, ever so gently, she began drawing her nails over the smooth green skin just below the sternum. The bulging flesh of the underside of her boobs begged to be teased, but Tomi had told her they were going to focus only on the girl’s stomach for now. Tomi implied that more would come later, so perhaps Claire would get a chance at the enticing mounds of flesh just inches from her hands.
Claire felt a thrill run through her as the muscles under her nails twitched and jiggled. She started by making lazy eight patterns across the taught skin, fascinated at the way Geki’s breath shifted in and out rapidly, the stomach straining to pull in, then puff out again in rappid succession. Feeling she needed to vary her approach, she began to scratch lightly in more randomized patterns. She was once again rewarded as the muscles twitched, unable to pull away from her teasing nails. Throwing in the occasional poke at the ribs and watching the girl jump was particularly cathartic considering how she had been the victim of a similar tickling assault earlier.
“Now, slowly move down, and as you have already been doing, avoid that tempting little tickle button. We are saving that for later.”
“But I should still play with her psychologically, right?”
Claire could practically hear the smarmy grin as Tomi responded, “I encourage it. But do not forget to explore. Armatures simply tickle. The skilled take their time, find every little nuance. What makes them squirm? What makes them giggle? What makes them yelp? And of course, what makes them scream? Take your time. Fully explore this tasty little green morsel before we feast upon her.”
Claire shivered, holding herself back from attacking with all ten fingers. Instead, she directed her nails to slowly drag their way downward to the curvy sides of this beautiful belly. As soon as her nails began sliding over to the pliable flesh at her sides, the muffled grunts and yelps became a deep bubbling set of guffaws. Geki’s torso began twitching with renewed vigor as she vainly jerked an inch to one side, only to jerk back the other way. Claire entertained herself by alternating sides, smiling as the torso jerked back and forth every time she wiggled her nails over the green flesh.
“Try as you might, you cans get away from me,” Clair whispered.
“Mmmmhmhmhm…hm…hm…hhhhhmhmhm…mw mw mwhm hhhhhhhmhmhmhm”
Claire didn’t even realize the smile that had plastered itself on her face. Nor did she realize that it bore a striking resemblance to the one Tomi had sported only minutes ago.
Claire delighted in Drawing little patterns with her nails, watching which patterns already threatened to drive the small woman crazy.
Her nails traced the patterns back up, then dove downward again. As her nails fluttered along the girl’s pudgy little sides, she thought she had found a wonderful little spot. But when she saw the little pudge just barely extended past her little rope belt, and her smile only grew wider.
“It would be a shame not to give this place here its share of attention,” she said, tickling her way lower, and lower, her nails making a deliciously slow journey to the underside of that vulnerable flesh. Only when Geki’s muffled pitch had begun to pulse with maddening anticipation did she finally flutter her nails along the underside of the little bit of overhanging flesh. Paying attention to that subtle crease, she delighted at the immediate reaction.
“You have found one of her sensitive spots. Listen to how her muffled laughter grew deeper, more frantic. Stay there for a bit and listen carefully. If you are good, you should be able to tell when she is about to break and stop just short, prolonging her at the edge before we break her.”
Claire leaned in, fluttering the tips of her nails along the pinky sized fold of flesh, listening carefully as the wild muffled laughter continued rising in pitch. The little green tummy was pulling itself in and out, desperately trying to escape her nails, yet needing to breath, pushing the delicate strip of skin in and out under the determined attention of Claire’s nails. The thrill of power over this trapped girl flooded through her system.
“Hear how her laughter is turning frantic. Listen to her desperate breath, how she has stopped pleading. Soon her whole world will be her laughter, the maddening tickling sensation of your nails on her flesh. Wait for it…wait for it…”
Claire did indeed listen, careful to keep alternating from tracing along the crease to fluttering her nails along the sensitive flesh. The sense of panic heard within the snorts and muffled laughter grew more frantic. She waited, and waited, the green form below her thrashing so hard she worried she might hurt herself…yet something told her to yet wait, just a bit longer, to prolong this moment to it’s very limit.
She couldn’t have described it with words. Something about the hyperventilation, about the pitch of the uncontrolled laughter, something about the spasming of her body, but when the moment came, she didn’t hesitate, pulling her nails away and returning to her light teasing back to above the belly button and just under the massive mounds of flesh on her chest.
“Impressive initiate,” Tomi purred. “Indeed, you drove her right up to the breaking point, yet managed to stop just short. Well done. It is also good that you continue to tickle her, but in a place not quite as sensitive. It is time for the next phase.”
Tomi knelt down across from Claire, the Geki’s stretched abdomen hovering between them.
“Let’s see what you have found. First, make her squirm.”
Claire began tracing the lazy patterns over her upper abdomen in random changing patterns. Immediately muscles began twitching, Geki’s body squirming side to side trying to avoid her nails.
“Now, how do you make her giggle?”
Claire immediately drew her nail below the belly button, circling just above, then just below. Claire noted that the girl’s belly was beginning to develop a thin sheen of sweat. This was perfect to Claire’s thinking, as her nails glided even more smoothly over the sensitive skin.
“Mhmhm…(snort)…mhmhmhm…(snort)…hmhm”
“We will count that as giggling. I had forgotten just how quickly Geki becomes more ticklish as she loses her reason. Panic and arousal makes her all the more ticklish, and this girl is rather susceptible to such ploys. She must feel as though she is getting very close to orgasm, yet the powder will prevent such a release. A pity for her you did an immaculate job with the powder. It will be hours before she can experience release. It is time ramp up our efforts a bit. Show me how to draw forth laughter.”
Clair followed Tomi’s instructions, dragging her nails down the girl’s sides. At first she had fun dragging her nails down one side, then the other, watching as the torso tried to contort away from the firm tips of her tickles. Despite the clear laughter heard through the gag, Claire had already done this pattern, and felt could do better.
She began experimenting, fluttering the tips of her nails across the sides, working her way down the curve at Geki’s waist, then moving her nails across the skin to the girl’s back.
“MMMMMMhmhmhmhm…”
The sudden peal of muffled laughter was more intense than she had expected. She looked over at Tomi, making sure she had not gone too far too fast.
“Missed that spot on your first pass. Just shows, always pays to take your time, don’t be afraid to explore every nook and cranny. Now it is time to drive home the point she is at our mercy and she can do nothing but pray for our leniency. Take her will.”
Claire hesitated to move from the new spot that had caused such a delightful response. She had forgotten rule one for a moment. She smiled realizing how she wanted to accomplish her next task.
She continued fluttering her nails along the girls sides, only now, she inched down, bit by bit, making her destination clear, but dragging out the process once again. She could feel the fear building, the knowledge of what was to come, and the bound girls absolute inability to do anything about it.
Geki started thrashing, the guffaws of laughter already rising in pitch and force. But there was nothing she could do. Claire’s nails tickled the skin just above the rope cord at her sides, where she paused, allowing the fever pitch of Geki’s panic to rise. Only when Geki began to hyperventilate, did Claire finally begin to tickle along the underside of the small crease of flesh. As before she focused on the underside of the tiny bulge where Geki was clearly the most sensitive. Claire fluttered her nails along the flesh, drew her nail along the small fold from one side to the other, and then for variety, would randomly pinch the flesh between her fingers, rolling it a few times just to get Geki to shriek in a whole body spasm of laughter.
The laughter rose in pitch nearing the panic point before she realized. She had been so entranced with the shivering shaking body at her mercy.
She looked up to see Tomi with a knowing smile on her face.
“This time as she breaks, we will drive her over the edge. This will be her first breaking, one of many to come. Many stop at this point as they cannot stomach what must be done. I feel you may have the temperment. Perhaps you can do this without faltering. When it is time, we will attack that special spot we have avoided until now. The true punishment begins.”
“HHHHHHHmhmhmhm…(snort)…HHHHHHmhmhmhm…”
Geki’s laughter were reaching the point that they would soon be screams.
“One moment more. She must know there is no escape, no mercy. Only the sensations we decide, and our only desire is the maddening laughter we shall rip from her. As you are no wilting flower, I think we should give the naughty girl a chance to be heard.”
The thread came off of Geki’s mouth with a quick flick of Tomi’s wrist revealing the bright red lips that were twisted into a rictus scream of laughter.
“Gaaaaaaahahahahahd…(snort)…AAAAAhahahah…staahahahp tickling Geheheheheki’s behehehelly! Plehehehehse…(snif)…mehehehehercy for Geki…Aaaahahahahah”
Claire continued dancing her nails over the green skin though with an increased fervor. Hearing the girl beg sent the butterflies tumbling through her belly, the tingling between her legs growing more urgent. A small groan escaped Claires lips as she shifted, the feel her cloth undergarments sending a strange feeling through her stomach and into her chest.
Shaking herself, she focused on her lesson, chiding herself for getting distracted. Refocusing her attention, she continued the path of her nails scratching upward, slowly, until they were millimeters from the tantalizing little nub. Deciding that was not good enough, she spread her hands, dancing her nails on the flesh circling the flesh around the bouncing belly button. Worried she would touch it too soo, still she pushed to get her nails even closer, tantalizing and undoubtedly maddening to the bound girl. So close, yet still refusing to touche the protruding little nub.
“No no no no nohohoho…Geki give clumsy girl anything. Aaaaanythihihihihng…Please…No tickle Geki’s…Haaaahahahah…no tickle Geki’s button.”
Claire hovered, her nails slowing, tapping closer and closer. Then, she stopped. Geki’s pleading stopped, though her head shook back and forth frantically as if saying no, no, no…. Claire let the moment last, waiting for something, though she didn’t know what.
Geki let out the tiniest whimper of sound, and Claire pounced, knowing that was the moment.
Her nail descended, poking the tip of the little outie button once.
“IIEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Geki exploded. Claire felt the desperation in the scream like a physical force, startling her so completely she found she had jumped back in shock.
“Not the button! Not the button! (Sob) Plehehehaese not the button! (Sniff)”
Geki pleaded, half laughing half sobbing as her body tried and failed to thrash out of the tight bindings.
“Do not worry,” Tomi said, ignoring Geki’s pleas. No. She wasn’t ignoring them. Tomi had leaned forward, a blissful look on her face. She was reveling in them. “You will get better with experience. The build up was excellent. However, allow me to show you how to execute this part properly.”
Four hands emerged from the long robes, nails sharpened to points wiggled gleefully above the small nub.
And then…they danced.
“IIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE…AAAAAAAAGH…AAAHAHAHAHAH…”
Geki explode again, but this time there was no veneer of control. She screamed and laughed without restraint, without conscience. Each sharpened point came down just long enough to poke the outie button for but a millisecond before retreating allowing another to take its place. Delicate, yet brutal, cruel, yet beautiful. Claire marveled at the shuddering screaming, laughing, insane mess the green girl had turned into. Every muscle strained, every breath ragged, every noise a testament to the insanity her mind was failing to endure.
“HAAAAAAAHAHAHA…(sob)....gebdmnklijisplin…(snort) GAAAAHAHAHA…(sniff)…nooooooHOHOHO!”
No matter how she bucked, how she pleaded, how desperate she cried, Tomi did not desist playing the little nub like a master pianist.
“Come now,” Tomi teased as Geki's body writhed beneath her fingers. “Don’t tell me that is the sum end of your creativity. Perhaps I was too quick to get my hopes up.”
Claire frowned, bristling at the challenge. Looking closer, she noticed something that brought a smile to her face.
Tomi’s nails tapped their fine points with sewing needle precision, mercilessly, relentlessly, yet they danced only over the very tip of protruding button of skin. Placing her hands flat along the upper and lower belly, she angled two fingers to line up with the upper and lower sides of the belly nub. Careful not to interrupt Tomi’s tickling ministrations, she began to stroke along the upper and lower sides of the nub, her nail sliding smoothly along the bare centimeter of exposed skin.
Silence descended over the room as Geki’s mouth opened wide in a silent scream, every muscle in her body going suddenly ridged.
The silence lasted for what seemed a frozen eternity. Claire continued stroking the upper and lower sides noting the gleeful smile on Tomi’s face. If anything, Tomi’s dancing fingers grew faster in their ticklish assault.
“HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH…HUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAGH…HOOOOOOOAAAAAAGHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH”
The mewling scream that ripped from the tiny girl’s lungs seemed to pierce Claire’s very soul. It was a wail of madness, of animalistic agony, yet filled with a laughter that was undeniable. The shriek lasted only long enough for the girl to run out of breath before taking in a shuddering breath, only to let out another groan turned piercing scream only to repeat the process over again. Geki’s cheeks turned ruddy red against her green skin, her whole face flushed. Sweat began to drip down the sides of her stomach. They didn’t stop, continuing to focus on the sensitive little nub of skin.
Claire felt a trickling wetness between her legs, an intoxicating rush as she drove this poor girl into and then past the grips of madness. It seemed forever, yet all too quickly, the screams grew softer even as the panic seemed to increase.
Finally, the body went still despite her nails stroking the little nub of flesh and the twenty sharp digits dabbing at the supple skin from above.
Tomi drew her hands away, a beaming smile directed at Claire. Claire stopped her own ministrations, strangely disappointed that the girl had stopped. She had been enjoying herself. Claire blinked, startled as she realized just how much such a thing would have disturbed her not twenty four hours passed.
“Ha! I knew I liked you. I’ve never heard Geki make that noise before, and I’ve never gotten her to the point of passing out from just tickling nearly this quickly. Impressive, and…” Tomi fanned herself, looking Claire up and down. “I see I’m not the only one enjoying myself. You are definitely going to need new clothes.”
“Are we…uhm, are we done?” Claire tried to hide the yearning in her voice, but from Tomi’s smirking face, she had failed at that deception.
“Done? Certainly not. I do need to get measurements for new clothes. Those simply will not do, but we also cannot abandon the body part isolation phase of a punishment. In fact let’s wake up our little girl. She still has a good half an hour before we give her a break and begin exploring the next part of her ticklish little body. Now that we’ve given her a moment, I bet playing with this little tickle button will wake her right up.”
Claire couldn’t help but smile, already positioning her fingers at the sides of the little nub. Tomi smiled, her own nails wiggling at the tip. With a nod, they began, Claire dragging her nails up and down the tender sides as Tomi gently poked the tip slowly, and changing intervals.
Geki’s body gave a subtle jerk. A moment later, another. Soon, with every poke, every stroke, Geki’s body began to dance, her muscles spasming at each touch. Then, without warning, Geki’s whole body stiffened, her head jerking forward, her lips parted wide.
“AAAAAAHahahaha…mercy…meeehehehercy. Buuuhuhuton…(snort)…tihihickle…nohohoh…HUUUUUUUAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA…GebltlffoHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAH…”
Mercy? Strangely, Claire found she had none to give. She was enjoying herself far too much.
“What did she just try and say?” Claire asked, enjoying the way ticking the girl made her womanhood tingle.
“I think that was supposed to be ‘get off’, but since we can’t hear her clearly at all, I don’t think we should chance it,” Lumi said, her husky voice oddly light as she giggled at her own joke. “I wonder how many times we can make this little sweetheart pass out only to wake again to find herself still being tickled?”
“I am looking forward to finding out Madame,” Claire replied. She had found a freckle just to the right of where she had been stroking and found her self curious.
“Make some room,” Tomi ordered. “I want a turn at scratching at the sides too.”
“I just noticed a little freckle over here. If I might be so humble as to suggest, perhaps it should receive some special attention?”
“Suggestion noted. I will certainly see what effect focusing on that little speck might cause.”
With a smile, Claire adjusted her hands, providing access to Tomi, all the while thinking how she could better help in the work of driving a little green lizard girl to the depths of insanity.
Geki’s wails of laughter echoed through the halls. Claire couldn’t help but wonder, if Geki is this ticklish on her belly, was there anywhere that could match her intense reactions they were currently managing?
She didn't know, but she couldn’t wait to find out.
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To be continued
Continued from Part 4
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Tomi jumped upward, her four hands coming together in claps of glee. She rushed over to Claire, who realized her original estimate of Tomi’s height had been conservative. The woman towered over her, almost double her own height.
“This is going to be so much fun!” Tomi exclaimed like a girl on Christmas morning.
Claire’s hands were snatched up by two of Tomi’s, lifted from her feet with casual ease, and swung about like a child. Claire couldn’t help but be apprehensive considering how the woman had used a similar grasp to reduce a certain green lizard girl to a giggling mess.
As that thought raced through her mind, she caught a flash of movement and saw the green and red of Geki’s retreating figure.
A shimmer of rainbow colors danced across the green skin before the girl’s figure disappeared from sight. Claire gasped, a few of the more confusing moments in the last few minutes finally coming together in her mind.
Placed back on her feet, Claire hesitated, wondering if she should say something about Geki getting away. Tomi, as if reading her mind, quirked a small smile, holding a single finger up in the air.
“Lesson one, holding the psychological advantage is vastly more important than holding the mere physical advantage.”
On cue, Tomi twitched one of her hands. A burst of color flashed to reveal a small green form tumble head first into a pile of cloth, only her tail and butt sticking out of a large pile.
“Naughty naughty,” Tomi cooed, “I thought we had come to an arrangement.”
A glimmer of sliver of Light reflected off of a thread running between Tomi’s outstretched hand, and Geki’s left ankle.
“Geki…um…Geki not…not run.,” came the muffled response. “Geki go…go get something. Very important something. Geki be right back.”
Slowly, and with practically no effort, Tomi began pulling the thread hand over hand, dragging the green girl slowly out of the pile. Her tail swished about, lifting to give them a view of the rope disappearing between the mounds of flesh. The rope parted, half going over Geki’s tail, while the other part of the chord dipped under, attaching to the braided part that looked to Claire, decidedly uncomfortable. Fabric tumbled as the small girl was pulled inexorably toward them.
Geki’s other foot began flexing, her toes pressing against the floor only to slide across the smooth wood as he leg pushed against the pull of Tomi’s thread. The green girl’s hands emerged from the fabric frantically scrabbling against the pull.
“Watch carefully Claire. I could have wrapped her up right away. Instead, I am giving her the brief illusion of escape, the hope of freedom. That way it will be all the more devastating as I slowly deprive her of that very hope.”
Claire felt the now familiar chill run down her spine. This time, however, she also felt a rush of anticipation. Her toes curled in her boots, the fluttering of nervous butterflies filling her belly.
“Here we are,” Tomi teased. “There’s my pudgy little tickle toy.”
“Geki not pudgy,” she protested, wiggling and struggling as Tomi reached down to grab the ankle. “Geki no steal Ezra snacks from high shelf when Cookie not looking. Gecki not sneak out at night to take extra snacks from high shelf behind picture frame.”
“That is a remarkably specific denial,” Claire replied, then slammed her hands over her mouth. “Sorry Madame, I didn’t mean…”
“Right you are,” Tomi laughed with glee, plucking Geki up by her ankle. The other three hands grabbed the other limbs, suspending the girl upside down in an X shape. “Would you please assess her claims of no extra snacking?”
Claire hesitated a moment, then steeled herself and walked forward. Geki twisted in the taller woman’s grip, which seemed to amuse Tomi. With a smile, she stretched the girl further until all of her twitching amounted to a few inches of movement. Reaching her hands up toward the soft green tummy, Claire steeled herself. If she was going to do this, she was going to do it right.
While her nails were not nearly as long, nor filed to tips as Tomi’s were, she had enough to dimple the flesh with the tiniest of pressure. Claire started at the tiny bit of pudgy flesh that, despite being stretched, hung over the chorded rope by just a finger’s width.
“Eek…(snort)…no poke…Gah…no poke…mhmhmhmhihihihi…Geki’s belly…mmmhmhmhahaha…not for poking…ack…hihihihihi…”
Clair did not desist, instead bringing her other fingers to bear over the pillowy flesh. She took special joy in noting which areas gave what kinds of reactions. While the little outie bellybutton called to her, Claire remembered the madame’s words, and how she had taunted the girl with that particular feature before. From the girls previous reaction, she felt she should hold off until later. Instead, she poked along the sides, then under the belly button, watching as the green girl’s struggling increased. She felt that she needed to stop soon, so to finish, she took two pinches of flesh, one for each hand and calmly rolled them between her fingers.
“Gaaahahahah…“Mean clumsy girl no pinch no pihihihinch…(snort)…Geki tell, Geki tell…hahahah…Geki take extra snacks…(snort)...Geki confess…hihihihihi…stop tihihihickling Geki bellyheheheheh…”
Tomi released Geki’s hands as Claire stepped back leaving the lizard girl hanging from her ankles.
“Wonderful, I’m so glad you decided to be honest. That earns you one whole hour less of punishment than you were already facing. Good girl.”
“Hour!” Geki shrieked, “Wait…how long is Geki to be punished?...Madame Tomi? How long…”
“As you can see, lesson one lasts throughout the entire session whether giving pleasure or punishment,”Tomi replied, smiling at Geki’s rapidly insistent questions. Ignoring bothGeki’s panicked look and her questions as a whole, Tomi turned back to Claire.
“Lesson two. There is a fine line between pleasure and punishment. Geki here is one of our members that, despite her protests to the contrary, derives much pleasure from tickling. In fact, the last time I rewarded her with a long session on her feet and legs, the naughty little girl ended up orgasming before I moved past her knees. And I had so much I was planning to do with that special place between her legs. Such a shame. Thus, if we do not take steps, she will end up orgasming long before we finish, and that is not how punishment works.”
From within the folds of her robes, Tomi produces a small jar of yellow powder.
The sight of the jar sent Geki into a fit of flailing limbs and renewed pleas in rising panic.
“No, no, no, not evil yellow powder. Not need use. Punish with pink. pink is better. Geki take red. Red powder for punishing Geki. Red powder for punishment. Not yellow powder. Keep evil yellow away from Geki!”
A flutter of movement from beneath the draping cloth and a thwip of sound was all the warning Claire got before a white projectile hit Geki’s arms just as they reached down toward the floor. A series of white threads wrapped themselves around and in between the flailing appendages. Before Geki could pull her arms down, or in this case up, Tomi pulled and the threads snapped together, the green arms wrapped tight enough to trap the upper arms behind her head.
Geki struggled against the bindings, but had no leverage, leaving the pale green of her underarms exposed and Geki’s eyes darting about nervously.
“Geki not let evil powder touch,” then started to thrash about, though it did little to help her situation. Held as she was, her arms wrapped up and behind her head, only her thick tail remained free.
“Generally I do not provide the secrets of flowers to others, it is your responsibility to learn your own lessons after all. In this case however, as Geki here is being difficult and needs to be taught a lesson, I will share just a bit with you.”
Tomi’s third arm shot out like a whip, snatching the tail from the air with ludicrous ease. Her long fingers wrapped almost casually just below the tip of Geki’s tail.
“No, that is Geki’s special place. No tell clumsy girl. No use nasty powder. Let go of Geeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhmmmmm…”
The transition was so abrupt, Claire couldn’t help but peer closer.
Tomi’s long fingers easily controlled the offending extremidy, wrapping around the green tail completely, but that was not what had caused the lizard girl to suddenly go slack, her eyes rolling back in her head, and a low moan of pleasure to escape her lips. No, that was clearly due to the motion of Tomi’s thumb as it slowly and gently rubbed the light green underside of Geki’s tail. The last inch of Geki’s tail strained, moving first away from the thumb, then pressed itself against the gentle pressure of the thumb as if unable to decide whether it was trying to escape, or demand more.
“The underside of Geki’s tail, as you can see, is very sensitive,” Tomi instructed. “All I would need to do to have this cutie orgasm would be to continue to rub this spot a little harder and a little faster. Truly, Geki is one of my favorites to pleasure. She just has so many fun spots to play with. Unfortunately for her, today is not about her pleasure. It is about teaching a lesson. In Geki’s case, those same sensitive spots that give her so much pleasure, will be the instruments of her demise.”
As Geki continued to moan, Tomi drew the upside down woman’s legs apart until she was doing a perfect split, but upside down, and in mid air. She handed the powder to Claire, along with a circular brush complete with the finest bristles Claire had ever seen.
“Please apply liberally to our little Geki’s womanhood, if you will.”
Claire took the jar, dipping the brush into the powder. Having an extra hand free, Tomi carefully pulled aside the chord that served as the lizard girl’s only clothes. The tiny little pink lips that greeted her were already open, inviting, and quivering with need.
Claire dipped the brush and began dusting the powder over the exposed lips, drawing increasingly rapid groans from a shuddering Geki.
“If you are not aware, this powder actually increases arousal, but has the distinct alternate effect, of not allowing one to actually orgasm. This is the thin line between pleasure and punishment I was speaking of.”
Tomi leaned in, inspecting her work. She then pressed her fingers to the sides of the delicate lips, spreading them wide.
“…mmmhhhhh…noooohohoh…mmmmmhhhhh….aaaaaaahhhh…”
Geki’s moaning began to intensify, but Clair knew what the Madame wanted, no matter how bad it would get for the green girl. Dabbing the brush downward, she painted inside the lips with yellow powder, making sure particles dropped down into the opening. Her actions drew a new set of groaning protestations from Geki, though her body seemed to have lost all it’s strength. Claire made sure the delicate brush dusted every inch of the girl’s womanhood again, taking time over any section that changed the pitch of the green girl’s moaning. Claire may have spent a little too much time lightly dusting the little nub of clitoris that stuck up after hearing the funny little noises Geki made every time the little bristles flicked across the tender spot.
“Very good. It is our job to bring our little troublemaker to the edge of orgasm, over and over again, yet never let her feel the sweat bliss of release. It is our job to break her mind so that she learns that there are consequences for actions. This is how we correct behaviors. A lesson you should keep in mind should you ever be tempted to offend our customs. Now enough foreplay. It is time.”
Without ceremony, she dropped her grip on Geki’s tail.
“Mmmmhhhaaaaaaa…no stop, no stop. Geki so close. Rub special places more. Rub harder. Rub faster. Geki not done.”
Claire watched in fascination as Geki’s hips thrust at the empty air, her tail stretching toward Tomi’s hand eagerly.
“Usually I would save this for later, especially on Geki, but starting on a place you’ve seen already is a good way to begin your instruction.”
Tomi closed the spread legs once again, only for her four hands to begin spinning the green girl about. Every moment she spun, more thread appeared, bonding the girl’s legs and thick thighs together. In moments, both arms and legs had been wrapped tight.
“Woahhh…Geki feel funny…room stop moving now please.”
“One might think that this is sufficiently restrained to begin such our session. After all, her feet are bound and exposed,”
Tomi rotated her package, presenting a pair of small feet poking from within the binding silk. She reached over, scrabbling her fingers over the pale green bottom of one foot. A peal of giggles tittered out from behind her, the body bucking up and down as the sharp nails danced over the arch and toes.
“...geeheheheh…feet already tickled…already done tickling of feet…eeeeheheheh…no need show…(hic)...no scratch, no scraaaaaahahahaha…”
After a gesture from the Madame, Claire joined in on the other foot. Her own nails scrabbled across the other helpless foot, spidering across the heel, the arch, and scratched just under the tiny toes as they scrunched and wiggled. She might have imagined it, but she thought Geki’s giggles were louder when she had scraped her nails over the wrinkly flesh.
“Her arms are pulled upward, leaving these wonderful hollows defenseless.”
Tomi twirled the bound girl about as if she weighed nothing, presenting the defenseless armpits. One hand pulled the arms behind her head taught, then brought a hand down, pointy nails scratching at the smooth skin playfully.
“Eeeeeehehehehe…Geki want put arms down now…hihihihihihihahahaha…”
Claire didn’t wait for Tomi to finish, instead joining her. Claire marveled at how smooth and hairless the underarms were. It felt so satisfying to flick her nails across the smooth skin. The twitching body and peal of adorable giggles it produced made something between her legs tingle.
“And of course we can’t forget about this adorable pudgy tummy,” Tomi chimed, throwing Geki under one arm and leaving her legs to dangle.
This time Claire was right there with Tomi, ten fingernails scrabbling all over the green tummy.
“NOOOOOO…AAAAAAHAHAHA….no tummy, no tummy, no tuhuhuhmehehehahahahah…”
Claire noted that she had likely been right as they dragged their nails across the taught little belly. They both pointedly avoided the little outie belly button. She also noted that Geki’s laughter always grew a bit more desperate the closer their nails came to the protruding little nub. The anticipation Claire felt toward that little button was both disturbing and exciting. What had gotten into her, yet she couldn’t deny it any longer. She wanted to tickle this green girl with everything she had.
“Enough,” Tomi called, and Claire obeyed, though she found herself reluctant to do so.
“If this was about pleasure, or a reward, such bindings would indeed be enough. When it comes to punishment, however, taking away the very idea of freedom can cause an increase of sensitivity, their desperation, and lowers their ability to keep their baser instincts at bay. In other words, we peel away at their very sanity.”
Tomi threw the bundled green girl in the air as her hands started whipping about. Threads flew about the room as Geki was juggled, tossed, and spun about. When the dizzying display finally finished, Claire marveled at the result.
“Geki want to get off now, very dizzy. Bad room keeps moving. Make stop please.”
As Claire looked upon the girl, she found herself impressed. Geki hung in mid air, her body bent backward showing an impressive flexibility, her head almost touching the back of her legs. Her legs stuck out behind her, the tiny toes pulled back, the thread restraining them, one pulling back on each toe. The tail had been wrapped, pulled up and to the side exposing the light green underside. Her arms had been wrapped tightly behind her head and her back already arched, stretched the green belly upward, the barest pudge still managing to poke out over her rope underwear. And then there was the prize, her little nub of a belly button sticking almost straight up, just begging to be touched.
“Tomi please not do this. Geki is sorry. Want to talk about. Promise do better. Punishment is too much for (Thwip)…hmmmghmhmhm”
Silken web covered the girl’s red lips in mid sentence, her eyes growing wide, her jaw still working to push the muffled words out, her pleading and rising fear clear.
“No safe words means we don’t need to listen to her begging. It is a distraction and frankly, disappointing coming from a flower of the Shivering forest. I have clearly been indulging the naughty little girl far too much. It is clear this punishment is long overdue.”
Tomi quirked her head to the side, examining her rope work. With a quick motion she stuffed silken webbing into the long pointed ears, then wrapped a binding around the eyes effectively making the little lizard girl both blind and deaf to the outside world.
“We have taken away much of her senses. There will be no distraction from the sensations we choose. In this way, she will know that she has no power, that we are in fact the only power she need concern her right now, is our whims. We shall begin with this cute little belly. You shall now begin, gently at first. Explore carefully, slowly. You will need to build up later, so do not go to hard yet. Information is key. Just like before, please begin with light teasing. Nails gently drawn across the skin will do nicely. I suggest starting on the upper portion of her belly. ”
Claire licked her lips, feeling a heady rush at the helpless figure held below her. Someone completely at her mercy. She had never felt so conflicted, so charged, so…alive.
Slowly, ever so gently, she began drawing her nails over the smooth green skin just below the sternum. The bulging flesh of the underside of her boobs begged to be teased, but Tomi had told her they were going to focus only on the girl’s stomach for now. Tomi implied that more would come later, so perhaps Claire would get a chance at the enticing mounds of flesh just inches from her hands.
Claire felt a thrill run through her as the muscles under her nails twitched and jiggled. She started by making lazy eight patterns across the taught skin, fascinated at the way Geki’s breath shifted in and out rapidly, the stomach straining to pull in, then puff out again in rappid succession. Feeling she needed to vary her approach, she began to scratch lightly in more randomized patterns. She was once again rewarded as the muscles twitched, unable to pull away from her teasing nails. Throwing in the occasional poke at the ribs and watching the girl jump was particularly cathartic considering how she had been the victim of a similar tickling assault earlier.
“Now, slowly move down, and as you have already been doing, avoid that tempting little tickle button. We are saving that for later.”
“But I should still play with her psychologically, right?”
Claire could practically hear the smarmy grin as Tomi responded, “I encourage it. But do not forget to explore. Armatures simply tickle. The skilled take their time, find every little nuance. What makes them squirm? What makes them giggle? What makes them yelp? And of course, what makes them scream? Take your time. Fully explore this tasty little green morsel before we feast upon her.”
Claire shivered, holding herself back from attacking with all ten fingers. Instead, she directed her nails to slowly drag their way downward to the curvy sides of this beautiful belly. As soon as her nails began sliding over to the pliable flesh at her sides, the muffled grunts and yelps became a deep bubbling set of guffaws. Geki’s torso began twitching with renewed vigor as she vainly jerked an inch to one side, only to jerk back the other way. Claire entertained herself by alternating sides, smiling as the torso jerked back and forth every time she wiggled her nails over the green flesh.
“Try as you might, you cans get away from me,” Clair whispered.
“Mmmmhmhmhm…hm…hm…hhhhhmhmhm…mw mw mwhm hhhhhhhmhmhmhm”
Claire didn’t even realize the smile that had plastered itself on her face. Nor did she realize that it bore a striking resemblance to the one Tomi had sported only minutes ago.
Claire delighted in Drawing little patterns with her nails, watching which patterns already threatened to drive the small woman crazy.
Her nails traced the patterns back up, then dove downward again. As her nails fluttered along the girl’s pudgy little sides, she thought she had found a wonderful little spot. But when she saw the little pudge just barely extended past her little rope belt, and her smile only grew wider.
“It would be a shame not to give this place here its share of attention,” she said, tickling her way lower, and lower, her nails making a deliciously slow journey to the underside of that vulnerable flesh. Only when Geki’s muffled pitch had begun to pulse with maddening anticipation did she finally flutter her nails along the underside of the little bit of overhanging flesh. Paying attention to that subtle crease, she delighted at the immediate reaction.
“You have found one of her sensitive spots. Listen to how her muffled laughter grew deeper, more frantic. Stay there for a bit and listen carefully. If you are good, you should be able to tell when she is about to break and stop just short, prolonging her at the edge before we break her.”
Claire leaned in, fluttering the tips of her nails along the pinky sized fold of flesh, listening carefully as the wild muffled laughter continued rising in pitch. The little green tummy was pulling itself in and out, desperately trying to escape her nails, yet needing to breath, pushing the delicate strip of skin in and out under the determined attention of Claire’s nails. The thrill of power over this trapped girl flooded through her system.
“Hear how her laughter is turning frantic. Listen to her desperate breath, how she has stopped pleading. Soon her whole world will be her laughter, the maddening tickling sensation of your nails on her flesh. Wait for it…wait for it…”
Claire did indeed listen, careful to keep alternating from tracing along the crease to fluttering her nails along the sensitive flesh. The sense of panic heard within the snorts and muffled laughter grew more frantic. She waited, and waited, the green form below her thrashing so hard she worried she might hurt herself…yet something told her to yet wait, just a bit longer, to prolong this moment to it’s very limit.
She couldn’t have described it with words. Something about the hyperventilation, about the pitch of the uncontrolled laughter, something about the spasming of her body, but when the moment came, she didn’t hesitate, pulling her nails away and returning to her light teasing back to above the belly button and just under the massive mounds of flesh on her chest.
“Impressive initiate,” Tomi purred. “Indeed, you drove her right up to the breaking point, yet managed to stop just short. Well done. It is also good that you continue to tickle her, but in a place not quite as sensitive. It is time for the next phase.”
Tomi knelt down across from Claire, the Geki’s stretched abdomen hovering between them.
“Let’s see what you have found. First, make her squirm.”
Claire began tracing the lazy patterns over her upper abdomen in random changing patterns. Immediately muscles began twitching, Geki’s body squirming side to side trying to avoid her nails.
“Now, how do you make her giggle?”
Claire immediately drew her nail below the belly button, circling just above, then just below. Claire noted that the girl’s belly was beginning to develop a thin sheen of sweat. This was perfect to Claire’s thinking, as her nails glided even more smoothly over the sensitive skin.
“Mhmhm…(snort)…mhmhmhm…(snort)…hmhm”
“We will count that as giggling. I had forgotten just how quickly Geki becomes more ticklish as she loses her reason. Panic and arousal makes her all the more ticklish, and this girl is rather susceptible to such ploys. She must feel as though she is getting very close to orgasm, yet the powder will prevent such a release. A pity for her you did an immaculate job with the powder. It will be hours before she can experience release. It is time ramp up our efforts a bit. Show me how to draw forth laughter.”
Clair followed Tomi’s instructions, dragging her nails down the girl’s sides. At first she had fun dragging her nails down one side, then the other, watching as the torso tried to contort away from the firm tips of her tickles. Despite the clear laughter heard through the gag, Claire had already done this pattern, and felt could do better.
She began experimenting, fluttering the tips of her nails across the sides, working her way down the curve at Geki’s waist, then moving her nails across the skin to the girl’s back.
“MMMMMMhmhmhmhm…”
The sudden peal of muffled laughter was more intense than she had expected. She looked over at Tomi, making sure she had not gone too far too fast.
“Missed that spot on your first pass. Just shows, always pays to take your time, don’t be afraid to explore every nook and cranny. Now it is time to drive home the point she is at our mercy and she can do nothing but pray for our leniency. Take her will.”
Claire hesitated to move from the new spot that had caused such a delightful response. She had forgotten rule one for a moment. She smiled realizing how she wanted to accomplish her next task.
She continued fluttering her nails along the girls sides, only now, she inched down, bit by bit, making her destination clear, but dragging out the process once again. She could feel the fear building, the knowledge of what was to come, and the bound girls absolute inability to do anything about it.
Geki started thrashing, the guffaws of laughter already rising in pitch and force. But there was nothing she could do. Claire’s nails tickled the skin just above the rope cord at her sides, where she paused, allowing the fever pitch of Geki’s panic to rise. Only when Geki began to hyperventilate, did Claire finally begin to tickle along the underside of the small crease of flesh. As before she focused on the underside of the tiny bulge where Geki was clearly the most sensitive. Claire fluttered her nails along the flesh, drew her nail along the small fold from one side to the other, and then for variety, would randomly pinch the flesh between her fingers, rolling it a few times just to get Geki to shriek in a whole body spasm of laughter.
The laughter rose in pitch nearing the panic point before she realized. She had been so entranced with the shivering shaking body at her mercy.
She looked up to see Tomi with a knowing smile on her face.
“This time as she breaks, we will drive her over the edge. This will be her first breaking, one of many to come. Many stop at this point as they cannot stomach what must be done. I feel you may have the temperment. Perhaps you can do this without faltering. When it is time, we will attack that special spot we have avoided until now. The true punishment begins.”
“HHHHHHHmhmhmhm…(snort)…HHHHHHmhmhmhm…”
Geki’s laughter were reaching the point that they would soon be screams.
“One moment more. She must know there is no escape, no mercy. Only the sensations we decide, and our only desire is the maddening laughter we shall rip from her. As you are no wilting flower, I think we should give the naughty girl a chance to be heard.”
The thread came off of Geki’s mouth with a quick flick of Tomi’s wrist revealing the bright red lips that were twisted into a rictus scream of laughter.
“Gaaaaaaahahahahahd…(snort)…AAAAAhahahah…staahahahp tickling Geheheheheki’s behehehelly! Plehehehehse…(snif)…mehehehehercy for Geki…Aaaahahahahah”
Claire continued dancing her nails over the green skin though with an increased fervor. Hearing the girl beg sent the butterflies tumbling through her belly, the tingling between her legs growing more urgent. A small groan escaped Claires lips as she shifted, the feel her cloth undergarments sending a strange feeling through her stomach and into her chest.
Shaking herself, she focused on her lesson, chiding herself for getting distracted. Refocusing her attention, she continued the path of her nails scratching upward, slowly, until they were millimeters from the tantalizing little nub. Deciding that was not good enough, she spread her hands, dancing her nails on the flesh circling the flesh around the bouncing belly button. Worried she would touch it too soo, still she pushed to get her nails even closer, tantalizing and undoubtedly maddening to the bound girl. So close, yet still refusing to touche the protruding little nub.
“No no no no nohohoho…Geki give clumsy girl anything. Aaaaanythihihihihng…Please…No tickle Geki’s…Haaaahahahah…no tickle Geki’s button.”
Claire hovered, her nails slowing, tapping closer and closer. Then, she stopped. Geki’s pleading stopped, though her head shook back and forth frantically as if saying no, no, no…. Claire let the moment last, waiting for something, though she didn’t know what.
Geki let out the tiniest whimper of sound, and Claire pounced, knowing that was the moment.
Her nail descended, poking the tip of the little outie button once.
“IIEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Geki exploded. Claire felt the desperation in the scream like a physical force, startling her so completely she found she had jumped back in shock.
“Not the button! Not the button! (Sob) Plehehehaese not the button! (Sniff)”
Geki pleaded, half laughing half sobbing as her body tried and failed to thrash out of the tight bindings.
“Do not worry,” Tomi said, ignoring Geki’s pleas. No. She wasn’t ignoring them. Tomi had leaned forward, a blissful look on her face. She was reveling in them. “You will get better with experience. The build up was excellent. However, allow me to show you how to execute this part properly.”
Four hands emerged from the long robes, nails sharpened to points wiggled gleefully above the small nub.
And then…they danced.
“IIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE…AAAAAAAAGH…AAAHAHAHAHAH…”
Geki explode again, but this time there was no veneer of control. She screamed and laughed without restraint, without conscience. Each sharpened point came down just long enough to poke the outie button for but a millisecond before retreating allowing another to take its place. Delicate, yet brutal, cruel, yet beautiful. Claire marveled at the shuddering screaming, laughing, insane mess the green girl had turned into. Every muscle strained, every breath ragged, every noise a testament to the insanity her mind was failing to endure.
“HAAAAAAAHAHAHA…(sob)....gebdmnklijisplin…(snort) GAAAAHAHAHA…(sniff)…nooooooHOHOHO!”
No matter how she bucked, how she pleaded, how desperate she cried, Tomi did not desist playing the little nub like a master pianist.
“Come now,” Tomi teased as Geki's body writhed beneath her fingers. “Don’t tell me that is the sum end of your creativity. Perhaps I was too quick to get my hopes up.”
Claire frowned, bristling at the challenge. Looking closer, she noticed something that brought a smile to her face.
Tomi’s nails tapped their fine points with sewing needle precision, mercilessly, relentlessly, yet they danced only over the very tip of protruding button of skin. Placing her hands flat along the upper and lower belly, she angled two fingers to line up with the upper and lower sides of the belly nub. Careful not to interrupt Tomi’s tickling ministrations, she began to stroke along the upper and lower sides of the nub, her nail sliding smoothly along the bare centimeter of exposed skin.
Silence descended over the room as Geki’s mouth opened wide in a silent scream, every muscle in her body going suddenly ridged.
The silence lasted for what seemed a frozen eternity. Claire continued stroking the upper and lower sides noting the gleeful smile on Tomi’s face. If anything, Tomi’s dancing fingers grew faster in their ticklish assault.
“HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH…HUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAGH…HOOOOOOOAAAAAAGHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH”
The mewling scream that ripped from the tiny girl’s lungs seemed to pierce Claire’s very soul. It was a wail of madness, of animalistic agony, yet filled with a laughter that was undeniable. The shriek lasted only long enough for the girl to run out of breath before taking in a shuddering breath, only to let out another groan turned piercing scream only to repeat the process over again. Geki’s cheeks turned ruddy red against her green skin, her whole face flushed. Sweat began to drip down the sides of her stomach. They didn’t stop, continuing to focus on the sensitive little nub of skin.
Claire felt a trickling wetness between her legs, an intoxicating rush as she drove this poor girl into and then past the grips of madness. It seemed forever, yet all too quickly, the screams grew softer even as the panic seemed to increase.
Finally, the body went still despite her nails stroking the little nub of flesh and the twenty sharp digits dabbing at the supple skin from above.
Tomi drew her hands away, a beaming smile directed at Claire. Claire stopped her own ministrations, strangely disappointed that the girl had stopped. She had been enjoying herself. Claire blinked, startled as she realized just how much such a thing would have disturbed her not twenty four hours passed.
“Ha! I knew I liked you. I’ve never heard Geki make that noise before, and I’ve never gotten her to the point of passing out from just tickling nearly this quickly. Impressive, and…” Tomi fanned herself, looking Claire up and down. “I see I’m not the only one enjoying myself. You are definitely going to need new clothes.”
“Are we…uhm, are we done?” Claire tried to hide the yearning in her voice, but from Tomi’s smirking face, she had failed at that deception.
“Done? Certainly not. I do need to get measurements for new clothes. Those simply will not do, but we also cannot abandon the body part isolation phase of a punishment. In fact let’s wake up our little girl. She still has a good half an hour before we give her a break and begin exploring the next part of her ticklish little body. Now that we’ve given her a moment, I bet playing with this little tickle button will wake her right up.”
Claire couldn’t help but smile, already positioning her fingers at the sides of the little nub. Tomi smiled, her own nails wiggling at the tip. With a nod, they began, Claire dragging her nails up and down the tender sides as Tomi gently poked the tip slowly, and changing intervals.
Geki’s body gave a subtle jerk. A moment later, another. Soon, with every poke, every stroke, Geki’s body began to dance, her muscles spasming at each touch. Then, without warning, Geki’s whole body stiffened, her head jerking forward, her lips parted wide.
“AAAAAAHahahaha…mercy…meeehehehercy. Buuuhuhuton…(snort)…tihihickle…nohohoh…HUUUUUUUAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA…GebltlffoHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAH…”
Mercy? Strangely, Claire found she had none to give. She was enjoying herself far too much.
“What did she just try and say?” Claire asked, enjoying the way ticking the girl made her womanhood tingle.
“I think that was supposed to be ‘get off’, but since we can’t hear her clearly at all, I don’t think we should chance it,” Lumi said, her husky voice oddly light as she giggled at her own joke. “I wonder how many times we can make this little sweetheart pass out only to wake again to find herself still being tickled?”
“I am looking forward to finding out Madame,” Claire replied. She had found a freckle just to the right of where she had been stroking and found her self curious.
“Make some room,” Tomi ordered. “I want a turn at scratching at the sides too.”
“I just noticed a little freckle over here. If I might be so humble as to suggest, perhaps it should receive some special attention?”
“Suggestion noted. I will certainly see what effect focusing on that little speck might cause.”
With a smile, Claire adjusted her hands, providing access to Tomi, all the while thinking how she could better help in the work of driving a little green lizard girl to the depths of insanity.
Geki’s wails of laughter echoed through the halls. Claire couldn’t help but wonder, if Geki is this ticklish on her belly, was there anywhere that could match her intense reactions they were currently managing?
She didn't know, but she couldn’t wait to find out.
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To be continued
