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The previous part: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threa...-non-con-intense-cruelly.434932/#post-5635796
The Easton Desert, part two.
The sun was rising higher and getting hotter. The girl's body was violently twitching, bending, trembling, and small droplets of sweat covered her entire body, periodically breaking off in rapid rivulets.
Most of the perspiration formed on her torso-under a cotton shirt and short shorts. All the liquid in these places was absorbed into the clothes, from where the sun evaporated it with its scorching rays. The system of this cycle was completely self-sustaining, closed. But the plant was not happy about this at all, and it firmly decided to exclude several small variables from this equation.
To be honest, Ashley herself thought about it, but only as a fleeting and very stupid idea. She immediately threw it away. The prospect of roasting in her shirt pleased her much more than the possibility of being tickled all over the bare skin of her torso. But, unfortunately, all her "present" was determined far from her own will.
Suddenly, she felt something cold slip under her shirt. It dove into her groin area and raced up the middle of her body higher and higher. It ran past her navel, abruptly climbed onto her chest in the solar plexus, slipped between her breasts, almost catching and pulling the bone between the halves of her bra, and eventually emerged from her shirt on the other side - in the neck area. Startled, the girl screamed furiously. But out of fright, she began to scream even more when she saw its true purpose.
The tentacle first pulled Ashley's shirt tightly all the way up, and then with a sharp, lightning-fast blow broke it in half along the entire length of its fasteners. All the buttons were immediately undone, some even came off the shirt and flew in different directions. Before Ashley had time to realize what had happened, suddenly at the same moment another tentacle grabbed her shirt on the back, pulled sharply and completely tore it off the poor girl's body. Now her torso gaped with its nakedness.
Abruptly, Ashley was flooded with new feelings. She felt a light breeze dancing over her poor, wet body. Its cold streams were comparable in freshness to the salty sea breeze. Long threads of them entangled the girl all over, and a wave of cold goosebumps ran through her entire body. Ashley took a sharp, involuntary, deep breath and arched her back to the limit, letting out a soft moan.
A second later, her ecstasy came to an end when a hundred tentacles, which had previously retreated from her body and were obediently waiting for baring, rushed straight at her entire body in a hungry swarm, surrounding it from all sides. Completely overwhelmed by the feeling of freshness, Ashley rolled her eyes high and did not notice the hungry horde rapidly approaching her. In a moment, all her pleasures were trampled and destroyed.
Small tendrils closed on her body and began to run furiously all over her exposed skin. Now that her clothes no longer dulled their sensations, she could finally "enjoy" the tickling of each individual tendril in full.
She could feel a dozen of them in her armpits. Although the girl hid them, it almost did not save her - the tentacles were very small and persistent. They burrowed into her armpits without any problems and trembled and vibrated terribly inside.
At the same time, the vines on her stomach were replaced by new ones that had not been seen before for Ashley. There were small fluffy tassels on their tips, as soft as possible. They all began to run and dance on her stomach - some in oval, some in strictly broken trajectories. Ashley barely felt their touch, but in total they caused intense itching and teasing all over her stomach, as if fifty ladybirds were continuously running over it. Her brain was constantly sending commands to shake this dancing swarm, but they were completely shackled and could not obey its orders. This dilemma was racing through her mind with a strong feeling of unease.
It was impossible to envy the ribs-the sides of the girl. The vines have chosen the worst tickling strategy possible in these places. They took their positions, each in its own points, and began to dreadfully drill out the entire surface provided to them. Their tips trembled terribly at the same time.
No one on the planet could have endured this ordeal, let alone a small, ticklish student, and her face twisted into a pained grimace. Each of these tendrils plunged her consciousness into terrible agony, it was difficult to imagine what she felt collectively. As soon as it all started, she let out a terrible deafening scream, bursting into a new, hysterical, hitherto unprecedented level of laughter.
But the plant was not going to stop there. A few minutes later, it put some of its sturdy vines under Ashley's shorts. That made the girl's eyes widen for a second.
Coming from the side of her legs, tentacles quickly ran along her thighs and popped out from the other side. Pulling, each in its own direction, they easily tore her shorts into small pieces. What Ashley didn't notice right away was that the tentacles accidentally slipped through her panties, and their torn shreds flew in different directions and fell on the hot sand. Quickly tilting her head down to look, the girl was stunned by what she saw. Her entire lower part gaped with its nakedness - beads of sweat ran down her thighs, and her ass was all wet and juicy, glowed and glittered, reflecting the light in all directions, like a lighted marine lighthouse.
At the same time, her pussy, as if freed from imprisonment in a fiery hell, jumped into a snowdrift with a running start. Instantly, it shrank down and became covered with goose bumps. It felt like an electric shock. And when the breeze began to gently blow over it, Ashley's entire body trembled, throwing off countless goosebumps.
She got the strongest pleasure from it, but she was aware out of the corner of her mind that this was the end. Literally. There was no reason for the plant not to tickle her there, and Ashley understood that. And countless swarms were already rushing towards her defenseless pussy.
Just when her senses were at their limit and absorbed by the coolness and freshness in her crotch, the plant struck its cruel blow. The thinnest feathers, terrifying in their dizzying lightness, fluttered along her labia, someone dancing parallel to them, someone perpendicular. With everything, with their appearance, and by the elegance with which they ran over her pussy, they seemed to be sarcastically shouting, deafening the endless hot expanses with their malicious laughter:
"We will tickle you, tickle you, tickle you and tickle you again! Slowly, quickly, easily, harshly, at ease, until the tickling and itchy, boring feeling makes you foam from behind your mouth! Your pussy is our main dish today!"
That's how someone whose imagination would be perverted enough to interpret what is happening. However, in fact, only Ashley's screams were heard instead.
This new ordeal has put her mind in an unsolvable dead end. And like Schrodinger's cat, being in a superposition of states - being alive and dead at the same time, so Ashley was in a superposition between laughing, screaming, and sobbing from an itchy, maddening feeling.
For all the horrors happening to her, she was still fully conscious. Ashley has always been distinguished by her physical and mental stamina. But for her now, it was more of a curse; if she had her way, she would gladly bang her head against the wall to lose consciousness from the concussion. This alternative would be more painless and rational for her. But there were no walls nearby- there was only scorching, hot sand.
If her whole life had been set up to prepare for this very moment-for this terrible torture-she still would not have coped. There was no such sequence in this universe, no such path in which Ashley Ayer, a third-year student of the Faculty of Geology, would have survived with dignity all the trials that had befallen her.
But she didn't know that this was just the beginning.
The last pillar of her hope was her black bra. Without sparing itself, it bravely defended its mistress from any attacks on her breasts.
It was doing it for a reason. In fact, this bra was Ashley's whole world right now. It just so happened that Ashley had one little biological oddity. She inherited this bizarre feature from her mother, who inherited it from hers. Of course, the degree of sensitivity can vary from woman to woman - according to the girl's mother, her grandmother even had to wear small iron caps in her bra, which she made for herself. But even this did not save her from excruciating discomfort. Ashley had everything in a lighter form. It was enough for her to wear a solid push-up in order for everything to be normal. But this did not at all negate the extreme sensitivity of her nipples to any touch. As long as nothing moves on them, everything is OK, but if even a single villi ran on its tips, it instantly caused an incredible tickling burning and itching.
Of course, Ashley invented a few tricks to help her in life - for example, she very often kept her hands in the pockets of jeans or shorts and walked in a way that made her torso almost motionless. However, unfortunately, she did not have a trick in case of capture by a terrible hungry, tickling plant. And her medium-sized breasts were peacefully swaying, from side to side by inertia, following the shaking of her mistress in the tickling agony. They was not even suspecting what was waiting for them.
At times, all of Ashley's thoughts were directed at pleading for God to have mercy on her, and the plant did not notice her breasts and enjoyed only what it had at the moment.
Abruptly, the girl was seized by a completely new feeling, unprecedented before. All the soft tentacles that were on her body abruptly turned into hard little vibrators that bit into the girl's body with a terrible hum and buzz, violently tickling it all over the surface and causing an instant ticklish explosion in Ashley.
She started up. She yanked her torso hard. Reflexively, the girl sucked in a sharp breath to disperse with a long cry, but even before she did it, everything ended as quickly as it began. The tentacles returned to their old tickling state. Ashley didn't understand what it was. Questions popped up in the back of her mind, but the answers were so far away from her. Due to the intense tickling, her powers of observation and logic were failing her.
After a few seconds, it all happened again and ended just as quickly.
At that, the girl started up again and screamed.
Ashley finally felt-she understood everything. Each of her sharp movements slightly cracked the clasp on her tight black bra.
After the third sharp vibrating tickle, she was finally convinced of this.
In the distant corners of her mind, still devoted to her and not captured by a nagging feeling, thoughts ran:
"Is it fucking playing with me? Is it trying to make me rip off my bra with these my movements...?"
The animal fear of exposing her nipples dictated to her a plan of action, her own way of fighting - Under no circumstances should she make sudden movements.
She concentrated all her thoughts on gaining self-control over herself. Yes, the tickling was unbearable, but she was already getting used to it. After all, it was just a tickle.
With an effort, she tried to close her laughing and screaming mouth and take a deep breath through her nose. She almost did it when the hungry vibrators pounced on her again. At this moment, she was completely unprepared for this. With a scream, with a sharp movement to the side, she yanked her sweaty, tormented torso, and immediately felt that, before that, the bra that had been tightly attached, faithfully protecting her, began to loosen its grip a little.
"Fool, pull yourself together, please, I beg you, Pull yourself together...!"
Thoughts raced through her mind. Her heart was pounding faster than ever. A deadly fear began to cloud her entire mind.
She fell back into a state of incoherent, permanent laughter, but suddenly noticed something black in the sand - it was her smartphone.
"Mom! Dad! They will soon realize that I have been gone for a long time and will go in search of me! I have to fight! I called Denis! He has to call back! When He sees that I am not responding, He will raise the alarm. God, please help me!"
These thoughts of hers gave her strength. With the fierce eyes of a predatory, cornered beast, she squeezed her mouth and began to breathe quickly through her nose.
After a few seconds, Ashley completely stopped any movements of her torso. With the indifference of Buddhist monks, she stood firmly on the hot sand, with such seriousness and the intention not to move that walnuts could be chopped about them right now. The vines continued to tickle her all over with their light, feathery tassels and the ends of ordinary, thin vines. Only her sweaty, tired face and eyes, dirty from leaking mascara, betrayed her uncertainty. Curls of her hair stuck to her face and back, and were already almost completely soaked in moisture.
"Nowwww, noooow... Now, riiiiight nooow, nooooAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM."
Trying to anticipate new flashes of tickling vibrators, the girl almost guessed right. The squeak flowed like a river, but she remained steadfast. When the vibrators were finished, she even smiled a little - she did it.
Ashley wanted to start preparing again to anticipate the next wave, but suddenly, as soon as the thought of it touched her mind, she roared with loud screaming and laughter. She didn't expect the next wave to be so soon. The vibrator vines buzzed furiously again.
"-MMMAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH."
Reflexively, Ashley arched her back down. For a second, her thoughts sank back into panic and unconsciousness. When the vibration finally ended and she regained her composure, she felt her bra treacherously become a little wider and looser.
Ashley screamed furiously, but this scream was a cry of anger-an animal cry announcing a deadly battle to another animal. Tears welled up from her eyes again. But only from deep hatred for herself and the tormentor tormenting her.
"I wasn't born to end up like this! I am the scientific future of my country! I am the one who will take care of my family when they get old! And for God's sake, who's going to take care of Danny except me? When he goes to the big city, what will these wild stone jungles do to him? I'll have to be there!
I have to! mustaAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM..."
Ashley steadfastly repelled the new attack. She was charged like never before. Sorting through all her childhood memories, she reproduced the image of her brother in her memory with a special smile in her eyes.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAMMMMMM"
But her psyche began to fail.
"-MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMM"
It seemed that the vibrating tips vibrated each time with more force, and for a longer time. It was really like that.
Ashley fought with dignity. She reflected 6 or 7 waves.But with each passing moment, her state of mind was increasingly deteriorated... When, finally..
"AAAAAPPPHHHHAAAAAAAAAAPPPHHAAh Fucking, you son of a bitch! I'll get out! I promise I'll get out! I swear by all my family and friends! I will destroy you! I will take out Every fucking inch of your bastard flesh, and I will watch it slowly burn in the fire!!!
And you will writhe the same way I do!" You will writhe, and I will look at it and laugh!!!"
With the air of a yapping yard dog, Ashley growled it all in one breath, almost suffocating.
Finally, the plant got bored with all this. Eventually, the creature decided to use one of its ancient tactics after all.
Two small tentacles burst out of the ground and rushed to Ashley's labia. Taking a position at the top of the girl's crotch, they abruptly spread them apart.
Just as quickly, a small hard feather flew up to her crotch. It began to flutter furiously, oscillating from top to bottom, from bottom to top, at such a speed that it was already buzzing. This feather flew closer and closer, when it finally clung to the very tip of the girl's clitoris, wildly tickling it.
Ashley's eyes popped out of their sockets. This experience was completely out of the usual, everyday experience of any person. Hardly anyone has ever felt the insanely flapping wing of a hummingbird at the tip of their genital organs. What she felt was like a flame, a tickling flame fanned by feathered furs at her very tip.
At that moment, the girl lost her concentration and lost control of herself. That's when the little vibrators struck their deadly blow.
With unprecedented greed and cruelty, they dug into the wet, naked skin of the girl again, tickling her all over.
This time, her composure faltered. She didn't have time to concentrate (and probably wouldn't have been able to). She jerked sharply, and arched her back so that even several vertebrae on her coccyx cracked.
After a second, the tickling feather retreated along with the vibrators, and Ashley was able to regain her composure. Realizing what she had just done, she froze in that arched position. The tentacles began to tickle her again, but she endured it as best she could.
"Did it not happen..?" flashed through her mind... "
A sharp gust of wind roared over Ashley - it carried with it the branches, shrubs, grass, and the joyful anticipation of impending rain. But there were no storm cloud yet, only a few white clouds showing their cute faces on the horizon.
Eh... No one wanted and loved rain more than the inhabitants of this secluded desert. During dry spells, it might only rain a few times a year. The local people built many cults and various rituals around this event. Some of them even seemed too wild for visitors...
Suddenly, there was a click in the air.
It was barely audible, and if another person had been standing two meters away from Ashley, he would not have heard anything. However, for Ashley, this sound was comparable in volume to the roar of a Boeing engine. With rolling thunder, he ran all over the desert, scaring away birds and animals, frozen by the ringing noise in the girl's ears.
Immediately, with a whoosh, the straps of the bra flew in different directions, and it, left to gravity alone, began to fall rapidly. Push-up also flew after it. With the crash of a reinforced concrete slab, both pieces of clothing fell onto the hot sand, and were immediately picked up by the wind currents, carrying them away to the slope and then down like a tumbleweed.
It was the end. She lost. Screams of horror and disappointment followed, mixed with roaring, crying, hysteria and sobbing. All the pain the girl had ever experienced in her entire life was commensurate with the wild horror to which she had subjected herself at the moment.
She screamed, tossed, and screamed again. Over and over again.
It took her a few minutes before she realized that no one was tickling or even touching her anymore. In fact, the tentacles stopped immediately after the bra was ripped off. Some of them were still flying near her now completely naked body, some had fallen back into the ground, but the vines on her arms and legs continued to do their job tirelessly.
Finally catching her breath, Ashley was able to begin to soberly assess her situation. Her body was completely naked. Elbows and knees were still stuck and slightly buried in the sand, tied with vines. Her belly, pussy, and breasts rose above the hot sand and were turned face to face with it . Her ass, glistening with sweat, was pointing at the sky. She could calmly shake her head as much as her neck allowed - To look under herself, at her gaping breasts, stomach and pussy, as well as to the sides and a little to the top - at the sky.
"What if his ultimate goal was just to undress me? And now that it has done that, it will just let me go!..
My God, my nipples..."
Every nipple listened to every light breeze. Their areoles continuously expanded and contracted. Caught up in this feeling, Ashley did not notice how one of the vines was slowly twisting in her sweat-soaked hair.
"Awaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy".
Abruptly, the tentacle pulled Ashley's hair, pulling it up and directing her gaze to the sky. Beads of sweat rolled down her neck.
"Listen, if you need moisture, then we could arrange – I can bring it in tanks for you, just please don't tickle me anymore. Hey, are you there? Well, what do you think? "
Ashley couldn't see how the two small tube tentacles took their positions exactly under her nipples and seemed to be aiming.
Suddenly, she heard a loud sucking sound. A second later, Ashley's nipples flew into them.
"What the fuck? Are you milking me? I don't have any milk! Let me go! God, please, no! Mom! I DON'T HAVE ANY MILK!!! Mommy!!!No, no, no! NO! NO! WHY?WHYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. "
The tubes at the tips of her nipples vibrated violently, and a vacuum formed inside. The tip of each nipple was almost completely retracted into the tube and a buzzing, vibrating tickle enveloped its entire surface.
Ashley wasn't ready for this-hardly anyone had ever touched her breasts, with her peculiarity, but what she felt now was her tips seemed to be on fire.
If her nipples had been pressed with red-hot metal, the reaction would have been the same as it was now. She began to squeak furiously, vying with a deep guttural cry of anguish. Her whole body convulsed. Fingers and toes began to clench and unclench, and beat relentlessly against the hot sand. Her chest was shaking incredibly, trying to throw off this fire, but all attempts were in vain. The nipples themselves instantly hardened and decreased by half.
After a minute, the squeak faded and a shrill, hysterical laugh took its place.
But not for long.
Out of the corner of her mind, Ashley could feel a dozen small ropes snugly against her skin slowly sliding down her breasts, surrounding her ticklish tips. When they reached the very edges of the nipples, they formed a suction cup at each end, after which they clung tightly to the place where they were. Suddenly, Ashley felt her nipples tighten, forbidding her areoles to shrink. The suckers stretched them to the limit, expanding them a little more than their usual state.
"WHAT ARE YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, WHAT ARE YOU AHAHAHAHAHAHAA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? AHAHAHAHA OF ООООООООААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААА!
A hundred very small tendrils emerged from the suction cups that stretched her nipples. They were so small that they would have been barely noticeable to ordinary skin. However, they were aimed at the hypersensitive skin of the nipple, so they were acutely felt by any victim.
Each tendril had its own specialization. Some of them had stiff, rapidly rotating fibers at the end, similar to small brushes, others had small vibrating balls, while others had nothing at all except a very soft sharp end. All this horror began to flutter over Ashley's stretched areoles without much shyness.
Even before Ashley realized anything, her nipple immediately tried to squeeze hard, but this attempt to save her mistress from an incredible terrible feeling was unsuccessful. The whole hundred fluttered furiously in a lightning dance, buzzing like a flock of hungry little midges.
After a second, Ashley began to feel and understand everything that was happening to her nipples, and although the initial intensity of all these instruments was minimal, it was enough for the girl to disperse with a new deafening roar.
She began to jerk her breasts almost 180 degrees from side to side, but everything was in vain. She wouldn't even have the strength of her hands to rip the vacuum tubes off her nipples. In turn, the antennae fluttering over her areoles were attached to suction cups, which in turn also fit very tightly to her chest.
As Ashley said, she didn't have any milk. It never showed up. However, the plant didn't care. It simply repeated the standard procedure, as it had done many times before.
Several minutes passed, but the violent swaying and screaming did not get any weaker. Ashley moaned, sobbed and squeaked, as she did after the first seconds after the tickling of her areoles began. She took a short breath, and it all started over again-Screaming, screaming and screaming.
Ashley could tolerate the tickling of her areoles or tips individually, but not all together.
And this torture caused her to have a nervous psychosis - she had absolutely no control over her actions. Her body's defense system against overwork was turned off for her. And she frantically waved her breasts with very rolling strokes, then on the contrary with a very fast and intense tremor, trying to knock this insatiable horde off her nipples.
She didn't spare herself at all, screamed nonstop, tossed and sobbed minute after minute.
The plant noticed this, and it didn't like it at all. Such a victim cannot feed it for a long time. She's going to get tired very soon.
Therefore, it decided to return all the other tickling tentacles to all their places, so to speak, to smear the agonizing sensation all over her body and prevent her from concentrating only on her flaming nipples.
Instantly, hundreds of sharp, vibrator balls - the same ones that tormented her not so long ago, and only for a fraction of a second, jumped out of the sand, went in a loud buzzing swarm to the body of the poor girl to find a home for themselves this time for an indefinite period. Completely caught up in the tickling of her nipples, Ashly didn't even notice the loud buzz.
But she definitely felt each of these vines as they all began to drill on her, covering her entire body from head to toe
A hundred tips landed right on her armpits. In one cohesive stream, they covered their entire surface, buzzing furiously. There were too many of them for armpits alone - and the girl felt it for herself. She roared to the point of impossibility when they all covered her skin at once, but quickly got used to it, since there were too many balls, which made them almost unable to move. This was unacceptable, and half of them had to be removed to the sides of the girl. When, finally, the necessary freedom was achieved, vibrators danced in her cavities, Some of them vibrated so strongly that they could emit a high-pitched sound.
A part of the tickling vibrators flew onto the sides and breasts of the girl. Some began to run parallel to her ribs, some perpendicular, continuously drawing the grid. But the most the terrible ones were pressed into the girl's poor breasts with a continuous hum - as if what was happening on her nipples was not enough. They hungrily searched for all the interlacing nerves on her chest, and, finding them, eagerly bit into them, without any regret, drilling them out. When each new nerve plexus found on the girl's chest, the plant was rewarded in the form of an increase in the note of Ashley's scream by several tones.
At the same time, countless hungry crowds gathered over Ashley's stomach.
But these have been modified in an interesting way. Each tendril contained many tiny feathers-the ones that had originally tickled her in this place-but gathered into a bud the size of a coin. All this miracle began to spin rapidly and ruthlessly polish the girl's entire belly. Just this feeling made her want to make a huge hole in her stomach.
But the finest vibrators were suddenly added to the polishing brushes. These terribly buzzing tripods jumped out from under the feathers and began to run madly over the stomach, dragging the brushes with them. Vibrators began to draw all sorts of patterns on her stomach, especially running and teasing along two strips of her non-relief abs.
In turn, two fairly large, thumb-sized, eerily buzzing vines flew up to the place where the oblique inguinal muscles end. Abruptly they pressed there, causing the girl to have a seizure. The tickling of these two points was comparable to the tickling of her entire stomach-at least that's how Ashley felt. In fact, these two tickles were simply incomparable; they differed qualitatively. The first one was designed to cause a feeling of itching, tickling burning, and defenselessness of her toned stomach. This is how the creaking sound of nails on glass or chalk on a dry blackboard works - a tooth-gnawing feeling. This is just the sound equivalent of what was happening on Ashley's stomach right now, multiplied by hundreds and thousands of times.
The other two, drilling into her stomach, were directed strictly at the points of intertwining nerves in her pelvic area. They were designed only to drive the girl into tickling agony, which they successfully coped with.
All these tentacles swooped down on the poor girl almost at the same time, and... Unfortunately, in the entire history of mankind, no such words have been invented in English to describe such cruel suffering. The only difference that could be observed visually before and after the vibrators was that Ashley's eyes were hardened deep under the eyelids and only the edges of her iris peeking out from under the eyelids could be seen. Otherwise, it was the same squeaking, whining, continuously twitching mess of tears and suffering. But actually, it was a whole new level of tickling. A tickle that can shake the definition of the very word "I" in a person. She was still herself. Still.
The last missing element of the terrible feast of the cruel plant jumped out on the wings of love from the wet sand.
With ease and childish playfulness, it touched the girl's knee and raced along her thigh straight to her wet crotch, where two tentacles of the guard were already waiting for it, respectfully spreading the labia for it.
The biological motor started up, and the feather wound up and down with terrible speed. When the speed was at its maximum, the feather finally touched the girl's clitoris.
To be continued.
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The next part: soon! 🌞
The Easton Desert, part two.
The sun was rising higher and getting hotter. The girl's body was violently twitching, bending, trembling, and small droplets of sweat covered her entire body, periodically breaking off in rapid rivulets.
Most of the perspiration formed on her torso-under a cotton shirt and short shorts. All the liquid in these places was absorbed into the clothes, from where the sun evaporated it with its scorching rays. The system of this cycle was completely self-sustaining, closed. But the plant was not happy about this at all, and it firmly decided to exclude several small variables from this equation.
To be honest, Ashley herself thought about it, but only as a fleeting and very stupid idea. She immediately threw it away. The prospect of roasting in her shirt pleased her much more than the possibility of being tickled all over the bare skin of her torso. But, unfortunately, all her "present" was determined far from her own will.
Suddenly, she felt something cold slip under her shirt. It dove into her groin area and raced up the middle of her body higher and higher. It ran past her navel, abruptly climbed onto her chest in the solar plexus, slipped between her breasts, almost catching and pulling the bone between the halves of her bra, and eventually emerged from her shirt on the other side - in the neck area. Startled, the girl screamed furiously. But out of fright, she began to scream even more when she saw its true purpose.
The tentacle first pulled Ashley's shirt tightly all the way up, and then with a sharp, lightning-fast blow broke it in half along the entire length of its fasteners. All the buttons were immediately undone, some even came off the shirt and flew in different directions. Before Ashley had time to realize what had happened, suddenly at the same moment another tentacle grabbed her shirt on the back, pulled sharply and completely tore it off the poor girl's body. Now her torso gaped with its nakedness.
Abruptly, Ashley was flooded with new feelings. She felt a light breeze dancing over her poor, wet body. Its cold streams were comparable in freshness to the salty sea breeze. Long threads of them entangled the girl all over, and a wave of cold goosebumps ran through her entire body. Ashley took a sharp, involuntary, deep breath and arched her back to the limit, letting out a soft moan.
A second later, her ecstasy came to an end when a hundred tentacles, which had previously retreated from her body and were obediently waiting for baring, rushed straight at her entire body in a hungry swarm, surrounding it from all sides. Completely overwhelmed by the feeling of freshness, Ashley rolled her eyes high and did not notice the hungry horde rapidly approaching her. In a moment, all her pleasures were trampled and destroyed.
Small tendrils closed on her body and began to run furiously all over her exposed skin. Now that her clothes no longer dulled their sensations, she could finally "enjoy" the tickling of each individual tendril in full.
She could feel a dozen of them in her armpits. Although the girl hid them, it almost did not save her - the tentacles were very small and persistent. They burrowed into her armpits without any problems and trembled and vibrated terribly inside.
At the same time, the vines on her stomach were replaced by new ones that had not been seen before for Ashley. There were small fluffy tassels on their tips, as soft as possible. They all began to run and dance on her stomach - some in oval, some in strictly broken trajectories. Ashley barely felt their touch, but in total they caused intense itching and teasing all over her stomach, as if fifty ladybirds were continuously running over it. Her brain was constantly sending commands to shake this dancing swarm, but they were completely shackled and could not obey its orders. This dilemma was racing through her mind with a strong feeling of unease.
It was impossible to envy the ribs-the sides of the girl. The vines have chosen the worst tickling strategy possible in these places. They took their positions, each in its own points, and began to dreadfully drill out the entire surface provided to them. Their tips trembled terribly at the same time.
No one on the planet could have endured this ordeal, let alone a small, ticklish student, and her face twisted into a pained grimace. Each of these tendrils plunged her consciousness into terrible agony, it was difficult to imagine what she felt collectively. As soon as it all started, she let out a terrible deafening scream, bursting into a new, hysterical, hitherto unprecedented level of laughter.
But the plant was not going to stop there. A few minutes later, it put some of its sturdy vines under Ashley's shorts. That made the girl's eyes widen for a second.
Coming from the side of her legs, tentacles quickly ran along her thighs and popped out from the other side. Pulling, each in its own direction, they easily tore her shorts into small pieces. What Ashley didn't notice right away was that the tentacles accidentally slipped through her panties, and their torn shreds flew in different directions and fell on the hot sand. Quickly tilting her head down to look, the girl was stunned by what she saw. Her entire lower part gaped with its nakedness - beads of sweat ran down her thighs, and her ass was all wet and juicy, glowed and glittered, reflecting the light in all directions, like a lighted marine lighthouse.
At the same time, her pussy, as if freed from imprisonment in a fiery hell, jumped into a snowdrift with a running start. Instantly, it shrank down and became covered with goose bumps. It felt like an electric shock. And when the breeze began to gently blow over it, Ashley's entire body trembled, throwing off countless goosebumps.
She got the strongest pleasure from it, but she was aware out of the corner of her mind that this was the end. Literally. There was no reason for the plant not to tickle her there, and Ashley understood that. And countless swarms were already rushing towards her defenseless pussy.
Just when her senses were at their limit and absorbed by the coolness and freshness in her crotch, the plant struck its cruel blow. The thinnest feathers, terrifying in their dizzying lightness, fluttered along her labia, someone dancing parallel to them, someone perpendicular. With everything, with their appearance, and by the elegance with which they ran over her pussy, they seemed to be sarcastically shouting, deafening the endless hot expanses with their malicious laughter:
"We will tickle you, tickle you, tickle you and tickle you again! Slowly, quickly, easily, harshly, at ease, until the tickling and itchy, boring feeling makes you foam from behind your mouth! Your pussy is our main dish today!"
That's how someone whose imagination would be perverted enough to interpret what is happening. However, in fact, only Ashley's screams were heard instead.
This new ordeal has put her mind in an unsolvable dead end. And like Schrodinger's cat, being in a superposition of states - being alive and dead at the same time, so Ashley was in a superposition between laughing, screaming, and sobbing from an itchy, maddening feeling.
For all the horrors happening to her, she was still fully conscious. Ashley has always been distinguished by her physical and mental stamina. But for her now, it was more of a curse; if she had her way, she would gladly bang her head against the wall to lose consciousness from the concussion. This alternative would be more painless and rational for her. But there were no walls nearby- there was only scorching, hot sand.
If her whole life had been set up to prepare for this very moment-for this terrible torture-she still would not have coped. There was no such sequence in this universe, no such path in which Ashley Ayer, a third-year student of the Faculty of Geology, would have survived with dignity all the trials that had befallen her.
But she didn't know that this was just the beginning.
The last pillar of her hope was her black bra. Without sparing itself, it bravely defended its mistress from any attacks on her breasts.
It was doing it for a reason. In fact, this bra was Ashley's whole world right now. It just so happened that Ashley had one little biological oddity. She inherited this bizarre feature from her mother, who inherited it from hers. Of course, the degree of sensitivity can vary from woman to woman - according to the girl's mother, her grandmother even had to wear small iron caps in her bra, which she made for herself. But even this did not save her from excruciating discomfort. Ashley had everything in a lighter form. It was enough for her to wear a solid push-up in order for everything to be normal. But this did not at all negate the extreme sensitivity of her nipples to any touch. As long as nothing moves on them, everything is OK, but if even a single villi ran on its tips, it instantly caused an incredible tickling burning and itching.
Of course, Ashley invented a few tricks to help her in life - for example, she very often kept her hands in the pockets of jeans or shorts and walked in a way that made her torso almost motionless. However, unfortunately, she did not have a trick in case of capture by a terrible hungry, tickling plant. And her medium-sized breasts were peacefully swaying, from side to side by inertia, following the shaking of her mistress in the tickling agony. They was not even suspecting what was waiting for them.
At times, all of Ashley's thoughts were directed at pleading for God to have mercy on her, and the plant did not notice her breasts and enjoyed only what it had at the moment.
Abruptly, the girl was seized by a completely new feeling, unprecedented before. All the soft tentacles that were on her body abruptly turned into hard little vibrators that bit into the girl's body with a terrible hum and buzz, violently tickling it all over the surface and causing an instant ticklish explosion in Ashley.
She started up. She yanked her torso hard. Reflexively, the girl sucked in a sharp breath to disperse with a long cry, but even before she did it, everything ended as quickly as it began. The tentacles returned to their old tickling state. Ashley didn't understand what it was. Questions popped up in the back of her mind, but the answers were so far away from her. Due to the intense tickling, her powers of observation and logic were failing her.
After a few seconds, it all happened again and ended just as quickly.
At that, the girl started up again and screamed.
Ashley finally felt-she understood everything. Each of her sharp movements slightly cracked the clasp on her tight black bra.
After the third sharp vibrating tickle, she was finally convinced of this.
In the distant corners of her mind, still devoted to her and not captured by a nagging feeling, thoughts ran:
"Is it fucking playing with me? Is it trying to make me rip off my bra with these my movements...?"
The animal fear of exposing her nipples dictated to her a plan of action, her own way of fighting - Under no circumstances should she make sudden movements.
She concentrated all her thoughts on gaining self-control over herself. Yes, the tickling was unbearable, but she was already getting used to it. After all, it was just a tickle.
With an effort, she tried to close her laughing and screaming mouth and take a deep breath through her nose. She almost did it when the hungry vibrators pounced on her again. At this moment, she was completely unprepared for this. With a scream, with a sharp movement to the side, she yanked her sweaty, tormented torso, and immediately felt that, before that, the bra that had been tightly attached, faithfully protecting her, began to loosen its grip a little.
"Fool, pull yourself together, please, I beg you, Pull yourself together...!"
Thoughts raced through her mind. Her heart was pounding faster than ever. A deadly fear began to cloud her entire mind.
She fell back into a state of incoherent, permanent laughter, but suddenly noticed something black in the sand - it was her smartphone.
"Mom! Dad! They will soon realize that I have been gone for a long time and will go in search of me! I have to fight! I called Denis! He has to call back! When He sees that I am not responding, He will raise the alarm. God, please help me!"
These thoughts of hers gave her strength. With the fierce eyes of a predatory, cornered beast, she squeezed her mouth and began to breathe quickly through her nose.
After a few seconds, Ashley completely stopped any movements of her torso. With the indifference of Buddhist monks, she stood firmly on the hot sand, with such seriousness and the intention not to move that walnuts could be chopped about them right now. The vines continued to tickle her all over with their light, feathery tassels and the ends of ordinary, thin vines. Only her sweaty, tired face and eyes, dirty from leaking mascara, betrayed her uncertainty. Curls of her hair stuck to her face and back, and were already almost completely soaked in moisture.
"Nowwww, noooow... Now, riiiiight nooow, nooooAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM."
Trying to anticipate new flashes of tickling vibrators, the girl almost guessed right. The squeak flowed like a river, but she remained steadfast. When the vibrators were finished, she even smiled a little - she did it.
Ashley wanted to start preparing again to anticipate the next wave, but suddenly, as soon as the thought of it touched her mind, she roared with loud screaming and laughter. She didn't expect the next wave to be so soon. The vibrator vines buzzed furiously again.
"-MMMAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH."
Reflexively, Ashley arched her back down. For a second, her thoughts sank back into panic and unconsciousness. When the vibration finally ended and she regained her composure, she felt her bra treacherously become a little wider and looser.
Ashley screamed furiously, but this scream was a cry of anger-an animal cry announcing a deadly battle to another animal. Tears welled up from her eyes again. But only from deep hatred for herself and the tormentor tormenting her.
"I wasn't born to end up like this! I am the scientific future of my country! I am the one who will take care of my family when they get old! And for God's sake, who's going to take care of Danny except me? When he goes to the big city, what will these wild stone jungles do to him? I'll have to be there!
I have to! mustaAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM..."
Ashley steadfastly repelled the new attack. She was charged like never before. Sorting through all her childhood memories, she reproduced the image of her brother in her memory with a special smile in her eyes.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAMMMMMM"
But her psyche began to fail.
"-MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMM"
It seemed that the vibrating tips vibrated each time with more force, and for a longer time. It was really like that.
Ashley fought with dignity. She reflected 6 or 7 waves.But with each passing moment, her state of mind was increasingly deteriorated... When, finally..
"AAAAAPPPHHHHAAAAAAAAAAPPPHHAAh Fucking, you son of a bitch! I'll get out! I promise I'll get out! I swear by all my family and friends! I will destroy you! I will take out Every fucking inch of your bastard flesh, and I will watch it slowly burn in the fire!!!
And you will writhe the same way I do!" You will writhe, and I will look at it and laugh!!!"
With the air of a yapping yard dog, Ashley growled it all in one breath, almost suffocating.
Finally, the plant got bored with all this. Eventually, the creature decided to use one of its ancient tactics after all.
Two small tentacles burst out of the ground and rushed to Ashley's labia. Taking a position at the top of the girl's crotch, they abruptly spread them apart.
Just as quickly, a small hard feather flew up to her crotch. It began to flutter furiously, oscillating from top to bottom, from bottom to top, at such a speed that it was already buzzing. This feather flew closer and closer, when it finally clung to the very tip of the girl's clitoris, wildly tickling it.
Ashley's eyes popped out of their sockets. This experience was completely out of the usual, everyday experience of any person. Hardly anyone has ever felt the insanely flapping wing of a hummingbird at the tip of their genital organs. What she felt was like a flame, a tickling flame fanned by feathered furs at her very tip.
At that moment, the girl lost her concentration and lost control of herself. That's when the little vibrators struck their deadly blow.
With unprecedented greed and cruelty, they dug into the wet, naked skin of the girl again, tickling her all over.
This time, her composure faltered. She didn't have time to concentrate (and probably wouldn't have been able to). She jerked sharply, and arched her back so that even several vertebrae on her coccyx cracked.
After a second, the tickling feather retreated along with the vibrators, and Ashley was able to regain her composure. Realizing what she had just done, she froze in that arched position. The tentacles began to tickle her again, but she endured it as best she could.
"Did it not happen..?" flashed through her mind... "
A sharp gust of wind roared over Ashley - it carried with it the branches, shrubs, grass, and the joyful anticipation of impending rain. But there were no storm cloud yet, only a few white clouds showing their cute faces on the horizon.
Eh... No one wanted and loved rain more than the inhabitants of this secluded desert. During dry spells, it might only rain a few times a year. The local people built many cults and various rituals around this event. Some of them even seemed too wild for visitors...
Suddenly, there was a click in the air.
It was barely audible, and if another person had been standing two meters away from Ashley, he would not have heard anything. However, for Ashley, this sound was comparable in volume to the roar of a Boeing engine. With rolling thunder, he ran all over the desert, scaring away birds and animals, frozen by the ringing noise in the girl's ears.
Immediately, with a whoosh, the straps of the bra flew in different directions, and it, left to gravity alone, began to fall rapidly. Push-up also flew after it. With the crash of a reinforced concrete slab, both pieces of clothing fell onto the hot sand, and were immediately picked up by the wind currents, carrying them away to the slope and then down like a tumbleweed.
It was the end. She lost. Screams of horror and disappointment followed, mixed with roaring, crying, hysteria and sobbing. All the pain the girl had ever experienced in her entire life was commensurate with the wild horror to which she had subjected herself at the moment.
She screamed, tossed, and screamed again. Over and over again.
It took her a few minutes before she realized that no one was tickling or even touching her anymore. In fact, the tentacles stopped immediately after the bra was ripped off. Some of them were still flying near her now completely naked body, some had fallen back into the ground, but the vines on her arms and legs continued to do their job tirelessly.
Finally catching her breath, Ashley was able to begin to soberly assess her situation. Her body was completely naked. Elbows and knees were still stuck and slightly buried in the sand, tied with vines. Her belly, pussy, and breasts rose above the hot sand and were turned face to face with it . Her ass, glistening with sweat, was pointing at the sky. She could calmly shake her head as much as her neck allowed - To look under herself, at her gaping breasts, stomach and pussy, as well as to the sides and a little to the top - at the sky.
"What if his ultimate goal was just to undress me? And now that it has done that, it will just let me go!..
My God, my nipples..."
Every nipple listened to every light breeze. Their areoles continuously expanded and contracted. Caught up in this feeling, Ashley did not notice how one of the vines was slowly twisting in her sweat-soaked hair.
"Awaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy".
Abruptly, the tentacle pulled Ashley's hair, pulling it up and directing her gaze to the sky. Beads of sweat rolled down her neck.
"Listen, if you need moisture, then we could arrange – I can bring it in tanks for you, just please don't tickle me anymore. Hey, are you there? Well, what do you think? "
Ashley couldn't see how the two small tube tentacles took their positions exactly under her nipples and seemed to be aiming.
Suddenly, she heard a loud sucking sound. A second later, Ashley's nipples flew into them.
"What the fuck? Are you milking me? I don't have any milk! Let me go! God, please, no! Mom! I DON'T HAVE ANY MILK!!! Mommy!!!No, no, no! NO! NO! WHY?WHYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. "
The tubes at the tips of her nipples vibrated violently, and a vacuum formed inside. The tip of each nipple was almost completely retracted into the tube and a buzzing, vibrating tickle enveloped its entire surface.
Ashley wasn't ready for this-hardly anyone had ever touched her breasts, with her peculiarity, but what she felt now was her tips seemed to be on fire.
If her nipples had been pressed with red-hot metal, the reaction would have been the same as it was now. She began to squeak furiously, vying with a deep guttural cry of anguish. Her whole body convulsed. Fingers and toes began to clench and unclench, and beat relentlessly against the hot sand. Her chest was shaking incredibly, trying to throw off this fire, but all attempts were in vain. The nipples themselves instantly hardened and decreased by half.
After a minute, the squeak faded and a shrill, hysterical laugh took its place.
But not for long.
Out of the corner of her mind, Ashley could feel a dozen small ropes snugly against her skin slowly sliding down her breasts, surrounding her ticklish tips. When they reached the very edges of the nipples, they formed a suction cup at each end, after which they clung tightly to the place where they were. Suddenly, Ashley felt her nipples tighten, forbidding her areoles to shrink. The suckers stretched them to the limit, expanding them a little more than their usual state.
"WHAT ARE YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, WHAT ARE YOU AHAHAHAHAHAHAA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? AHAHAHAHA OF ООООООООААААААААААААААААААААААААААААААА!
A hundred very small tendrils emerged from the suction cups that stretched her nipples. They were so small that they would have been barely noticeable to ordinary skin. However, they were aimed at the hypersensitive skin of the nipple, so they were acutely felt by any victim.
Each tendril had its own specialization. Some of them had stiff, rapidly rotating fibers at the end, similar to small brushes, others had small vibrating balls, while others had nothing at all except a very soft sharp end. All this horror began to flutter over Ashley's stretched areoles without much shyness.
Even before Ashley realized anything, her nipple immediately tried to squeeze hard, but this attempt to save her mistress from an incredible terrible feeling was unsuccessful. The whole hundred fluttered furiously in a lightning dance, buzzing like a flock of hungry little midges.
After a second, Ashley began to feel and understand everything that was happening to her nipples, and although the initial intensity of all these instruments was minimal, it was enough for the girl to disperse with a new deafening roar.
She began to jerk her breasts almost 180 degrees from side to side, but everything was in vain. She wouldn't even have the strength of her hands to rip the vacuum tubes off her nipples. In turn, the antennae fluttering over her areoles were attached to suction cups, which in turn also fit very tightly to her chest.
As Ashley said, she didn't have any milk. It never showed up. However, the plant didn't care. It simply repeated the standard procedure, as it had done many times before.
Several minutes passed, but the violent swaying and screaming did not get any weaker. Ashley moaned, sobbed and squeaked, as she did after the first seconds after the tickling of her areoles began. She took a short breath, and it all started over again-Screaming, screaming and screaming.
Ashley could tolerate the tickling of her areoles or tips individually, but not all together.
And this torture caused her to have a nervous psychosis - she had absolutely no control over her actions. Her body's defense system against overwork was turned off for her. And she frantically waved her breasts with very rolling strokes, then on the contrary with a very fast and intense tremor, trying to knock this insatiable horde off her nipples.
She didn't spare herself at all, screamed nonstop, tossed and sobbed minute after minute.
The plant noticed this, and it didn't like it at all. Such a victim cannot feed it for a long time. She's going to get tired very soon.
Therefore, it decided to return all the other tickling tentacles to all their places, so to speak, to smear the agonizing sensation all over her body and prevent her from concentrating only on her flaming nipples.
Instantly, hundreds of sharp, vibrator balls - the same ones that tormented her not so long ago, and only for a fraction of a second, jumped out of the sand, went in a loud buzzing swarm to the body of the poor girl to find a home for themselves this time for an indefinite period. Completely caught up in the tickling of her nipples, Ashly didn't even notice the loud buzz.
But she definitely felt each of these vines as they all began to drill on her, covering her entire body from head to toe
A hundred tips landed right on her armpits. In one cohesive stream, they covered their entire surface, buzzing furiously. There were too many of them for armpits alone - and the girl felt it for herself. She roared to the point of impossibility when they all covered her skin at once, but quickly got used to it, since there were too many balls, which made them almost unable to move. This was unacceptable, and half of them had to be removed to the sides of the girl. When, finally, the necessary freedom was achieved, vibrators danced in her cavities, Some of them vibrated so strongly that they could emit a high-pitched sound.
A part of the tickling vibrators flew onto the sides and breasts of the girl. Some began to run parallel to her ribs, some perpendicular, continuously drawing the grid. But the most the terrible ones were pressed into the girl's poor breasts with a continuous hum - as if what was happening on her nipples was not enough. They hungrily searched for all the interlacing nerves on her chest, and, finding them, eagerly bit into them, without any regret, drilling them out. When each new nerve plexus found on the girl's chest, the plant was rewarded in the form of an increase in the note of Ashley's scream by several tones.
At the same time, countless hungry crowds gathered over Ashley's stomach.
But these have been modified in an interesting way. Each tendril contained many tiny feathers-the ones that had originally tickled her in this place-but gathered into a bud the size of a coin. All this miracle began to spin rapidly and ruthlessly polish the girl's entire belly. Just this feeling made her want to make a huge hole in her stomach.
But the finest vibrators were suddenly added to the polishing brushes. These terribly buzzing tripods jumped out from under the feathers and began to run madly over the stomach, dragging the brushes with them. Vibrators began to draw all sorts of patterns on her stomach, especially running and teasing along two strips of her non-relief abs.
In turn, two fairly large, thumb-sized, eerily buzzing vines flew up to the place where the oblique inguinal muscles end. Abruptly they pressed there, causing the girl to have a seizure. The tickling of these two points was comparable to the tickling of her entire stomach-at least that's how Ashley felt. In fact, these two tickles were simply incomparable; they differed qualitatively. The first one was designed to cause a feeling of itching, tickling burning, and defenselessness of her toned stomach. This is how the creaking sound of nails on glass or chalk on a dry blackboard works - a tooth-gnawing feeling. This is just the sound equivalent of what was happening on Ashley's stomach right now, multiplied by hundreds and thousands of times.
The other two, drilling into her stomach, were directed strictly at the points of intertwining nerves in her pelvic area. They were designed only to drive the girl into tickling agony, which they successfully coped with.
All these tentacles swooped down on the poor girl almost at the same time, and... Unfortunately, in the entire history of mankind, no such words have been invented in English to describe such cruel suffering. The only difference that could be observed visually before and after the vibrators was that Ashley's eyes were hardened deep under the eyelids and only the edges of her iris peeking out from under the eyelids could be seen. Otherwise, it was the same squeaking, whining, continuously twitching mess of tears and suffering. But actually, it was a whole new level of tickling. A tickle that can shake the definition of the very word "I" in a person. She was still herself. Still.
The last missing element of the terrible feast of the cruel plant jumped out on the wings of love from the wet sand.
With ease and childish playfulness, it touched the girl's knee and raced along her thigh straight to her wet crotch, where two tentacles of the guard were already waiting for it, respectfully spreading the labia for it.
The biological motor started up, and the feather wound up and down with terrible speed. When the speed was at its maximum, the feather finally touched the girl's clitoris.
To be continued.
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