CollaredKid05
2nd Level Red Feather
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2B’s pale body looked beautiful in the morning sunlight as she thrashed it from side to side in ticklish agony. No matter how she tried, there was nothing she could do to escape the endless supply of cruel fingers, which made the nerves of her foot their bitch.
The two female resistance cyborgs only giggled and chatted amongst themselves as they dug in to the delicious and sensitive flesh of the YorHa battle unit’s bares soles.
“I can’t believe someone so sensitive can destroy all those horrible robots.” One cyborg girl mused as she pinched and wiggled each toe on 2B’s left foot.
“What if they ever captured you? All they’d need to do is THIS!... or THIS!.... ooor THIS! And poof! You’re just a little giggling mess. You know those bastards don’t get tired... neither do you, now that I think about it...” The tanned cyborg leaned in, giving her right foot a delicate kiss, scratching her gloved covered hand down her sole with emphasis.“Which means we could tickle you forever, and you’d just have to sit and take it like the naughty girl you are. Coochie Coochie coo~”
The verbal teasing washed over the YorHa unit like a sensual wave. 2B tried her hardest to push a thought like that from her head, being helplessly tickled and tormented by all sorts of horrible machines. All with their own little modifications made to best stimulate the droid out of her mind. The fantasy made her nipples hard, which humiliated her all on its own. Couple that with the fact that her excitement was on display for everyone to see, and she wished she could have self-destructed right there on the spot.
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