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All-Male Hilarity – Part 11 (*f/multiple m) – all over, intense, non-con, sexual

allsmiles1701

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Summary: (Star Trek Fandom - but you certainly don't have to be a fan to enjoy this "torturous" f/m series)

Sorry for the long wait, and thank you all for reminding me how much I enjoy writing, and that I really need to make time for it. :) Hope this chapter doesn't disappoint!

Still the one, where every male crew member of the Enterprise is subjected to extreme, sadistic tickle torture, edging, and eventually tickling after orgasm, while the female crew members can't help finding themselves incredibly turned on by the men's predicament. :devil:



You might want to read these first:
(although you certainly don't have to - it's really more about the merciless tickling than about the plot :))
Part 1: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...-(*f-multiple-m)-%96-all-over-intense-non-con
Part 2: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...ll-over-intense-non-con&p=4533580#post4533580
Part 3: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...ll-over-intense-non-con&p=4550081#post4550081
Part 4: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...ll-over-intense-non-con&p=4593354#post4593354
Part 5: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...ltiple-m)-%96-all-over-intense-non-con-sexual
Part 6: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...%96-all-over-intense-non-con-sexual&p=4635656
Part 7: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...tiple-m)-%96-all-over-intense-non-con-edging&
Part 8: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...tense-non-con-sexual&highlight=chapel%20mccoy
Part 9: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...-intense-non-con-sexual&p=4695032#post4695032
Part 10: https://www.ticklingforum.com/showt...intense-non-con-sexual&highlight=mccoy+chapel

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Watching the tall, muscular orderlies being so helplessly destroyed by the dainty fingers of the two female patients, both rather petite members of the science department, Chapel unthinkingly reached between her legs again.

Mark was clearly one of those people most affected by light touches, gentle tickling bringing out the worst of his ticklishness. A weakness that Susan, his helpful scientist crew mate, had no qualms exploiting to the fullest, softly strumming his ribs on either side like a guitar, making Mark roar with laughter and dance like a maniac to some excruciatingly ticklish tune only he could hear.

“PLEEEEEHEEEEHEEEEASE SUUUUUHUUUUHUUUUSE MEEEEEHEHEHEHERCY!” was all he could squeeze out before another bout of torturously ticklish silent laughter took his voice away again.

Her eyes glued to Susan’s fingers so sadistically tormenting poor, seriously ticklish Mark, Christine’s own fingers found their way inside her panties once more, making her jump and nearly scream out at the first touch, her clit way too sensitive, the touch way too intense.

Quickly pulling her hand back out and finding that, even through layers of underwear, the gentlest tap of a finger on her swollen nub was almost enough to send her over the edge again, memories of Sam, a security guard she’d hooked up with on shore leave a couple of years ago, suddenly flashed through her mind.

Nothing serious or long-term, but the affair had been hugely satisfying in bed, not least because this strong, burly hunk of a man had turned out to be insanely ticklish to light touches. She’d all but forgotten about it, and had never taken advantage of his weakness, but remembered how just knowing what power she held over him, secretly imagining how the merest flutter of a fingernail would put the far bigger, Herculean man completely at her mercy, had been an incredible turn-on at the time.

Ignorant of the devastating effect it would have on him, she’d lovingly trailed a gentle finger down Sam's chest and stomach the first night they’d been in bed together, and he’d erupted into hysterical giggles, frantically – and ineffectively – swatting at her hand and rolling over in distress, too overcome with ticklishness to even form coherent words.

Afterwards, he’d confessed to being embarrassingly ticklish all over, when unprotected by clothes, and begged her to only use a firm touch on him in the future, since light scratching or stroking on bare skin was pure torture for him, the ticklishness rendering him completely help- and defenceless within seconds, leaving him way too weak to fight any attacker who tickled him. And naturally, she had promised and kept her word.

Her eyes closed, lost in the memories of her ticklish shore leave romance, Chapel was suddenly hit by the realisation that somewhere on the Enterprise, at that very moment, Sam was almost certainly being tickled, too. No doubt, his tickler woman had instantly found out about his devastating responsiveness to light touch and was now tormenting him accordingly.

Furiously rubbing her soaking wet panties in just the right place, Christine couldn’t help imagining 40 vicious fingers fluttering over every inch of Sam’s torturously ticklish skin, searching out the most excruciating spots and lingering there, reducing the strong and proud man to a ticklish mess, helplessly laughing his head off.

She’d only briefly witnessed his debilitating weakness, of course, but the fear in his eyes, when he’d begged her not to take advantage of her discovery, had been real. He’d sheepishly admitted his terror of being tickled, explaining how light touches were effectively killing him, instantly rendering him too weak to defend himself, and for such a strong man, he’d seemed genuinely terrified of actually being tickled to death by a gentle caress.

Oh God! The feathers! She hadn’t even thought of that yet! There was no way he could survive being tickled with feathers! It had to be his worst nightmare come true! If a lightly trailing fingernail had been enough to send him into such a ticklish frenzy that night, how much worse would a soft feather tickle his sensitive skin? He had to be the most feather-ticklish man aboard!

That thought did it. With only two more light taps to her panties, her swollen nub violently throbbing underneath, the nurse came once again, climaxing forcefully to visions of Sam being tickled out of his mind by a tickler woman’s skilled fingers and feathers, wondering if dreadfully ticklish Sam might even be one of those "super-juice" donors like McCoy or Milagros, warranting the torturous ministrations of more than one tickler and her deadly feathers.

“You’re absolutely right, Christine!” the tickler woman’s voice sounded through the haze of her most intense orgasm yet, prolonging it even further with her next words. “Sam is certainly among the most acutely ticklish of your crew mates. And unquestionably the most feather-ticklish. In fact, he’s so sensitive to our feathers, we need to ease up on him more often than on anyone else, just to keep him from passing out. He can hardly endure a whole minute of feathers, even less in certain spots. You’ve only witnessed his belly, which is certainly ticklish enough, but you should see his feet or back! Right now, he’s in his quarters, being prepared by two of us, you were right again. He’s definitely a super-juice donor. Maybe, if we finish here soon, you could even go and help him!”

Just the idea of “helping” Sam was enough to get Chapel aroused again, the wish to find out how much more ticklish than his belly his feet and back really were overwhelming. But her clit was starting to feel raw, and she was so worn out from her most recent, mind-boggling orgasm, she simply couldn't muster up the energy to go again just yet. Instead, she pressed her thighs together and gently stroked her nether regions in a slow, soothing rhythm.

Weakly leaning against the door frame, opening her eyes after she’d caught her breath again, Christine found Mark still fighting to cum, furiously thrusting into his tube despite Susan killing him with her deviously gentle rib strumming. In addition, his helpful crew mate had found another way to drive him even wilder, delicately nibbling on his earlobe and gently licking behind his ear now, her quick, nimble tongue hitting his death spots far worse than even the skilled tickler woman had managed to, forcing almost inaudible hysterical squeals out of the man who was hardly able to breathe through the unbearable ticklishness of her ministrations anymore.

Chapel was just beginning to wonder how much more poor Mark could take, when the man climaxed with a thunderous growl, moaning with pleasure and howling with laughter by turns, while forcefully thrusting into his tube, desperate to find relief and for the agonising tickling to stop. Which, of course, it wouldn’t, as Christine knew by now. On the contrary, the unfortunate orderly was just about to find out how much more ticklish he could get.

Mark’s climaxing growl was shortly followed by a piercing shriek from Rob, as he, too, tumbled over the edge and into an all-consuming, earthshattering orgasm, his voice still high-pitched from endless minutes of hysterical screeching and squealing, as in addition to his tickler woman exploiting the death-spots on his back next to his spine, the other miraculously healed female patient, Diane, was zealously focused on tormenting his plainly unbearably ticklish buttocks and thighs, cruelly including the horrendously sensitive area from the back of his balls to his frantically twitching butthole in her devastating feather strokes.

Torn between horrified pity and the renewed need to tend to her once again throbbing arousal, Chapel fled from the room, leaving Susan and Diane to their ticklish engagement, the sound of the men’s satisfied moaning and hysterical cackling still filling her ears and her mind.

“GOD! This is so GOOOOOOD! Don’t stop! Gimme MORE!”

“FUUUUHUHU! THIS! I’m still cumming!”

“Stop, stop, STOHOHOHOHP! No moooooohohoHOHOHOHORE! Stop TIIIIHIHIHIHIHICKLING!”

“GAHAHAHAH! I cahahahan’t! I cahahahan’t! AAAAAHAHAHAHAH! WAAAAHAHAHAHAH!”

“Oh YEAH! Amazing, babe! Keep it COMING!”

“Hallelujah, baby! So HOT! You’re killing me!”

“NAAAAHAHAHAHAH! Not there! NOT THEEEEEHEHEHEHERE! EEEEEHEHEHEHEH! NAAAAAHAHAHAHAH! Tickles so BAAAAAAHAHAHAHAD!”

“GAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAH! You’re KIIIIIIHIHIHIHILLING ME! Please PLEEEEEEEEHEASE! Can’t TAAAAAHAHAKE anymore!”

While the moans of pleasure were still there, Christine could hear the pitiful laughter increasing again, as she’d known it would. And the real “aftercare” hadn’t even begun yet. She could practically hear how badly the ticklish orderlies wanted to double over and curl up, protecting themselves from the evil fingers and feathers. But alas, they had to endure the exact opposite, being held completely stretched out and open, every vulnerable inch of their ticklish bodies helplessly exposed to the merciless tickling.

But if Mark and Rob thought the tickling was unbearable now, with the ticklishness of their death spots so torturously increased post orgasm, they’d certainly be in for a surprise when the women started to pull the tubes off their still throbbing cocks, doubtlessly the most excruciatingly ticklish experience of all from what the nurse had seen. And sure enough, she could tell the exact moment, the procedure started.

“GOOOOHOHOHOHO! WAAAAAHAHAHAHAH! NOOOOOHOHOHOHO! PLEEEEEEHEHEHEHEH! STOOOOOHOHOHOHO! TOOOOOHOHOHOHO TIIIIIIIHIHIHIHI! CAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! HEEEEEEHEHEHEHELP!”

“AAAAARGHCHRCHR! HEEEEEEHEHEHEHEH! AWWWWHUHUHUH! HUH! HUH! HUH! HEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEH! HEH! HEH! HEH! HAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAH! HAH! HAH! HAH! PFFFFFPFFFFFFPFPFPFPFPFFFFF! CHRCHRCHRCHR!”

Trying to shut out the orderlies’ insanely ticklish laughter, as they had their tubes removed in the clearly most heinously sadistic way, audibly putting them through an unimaginable new level of ticklishness, Chapel stormed across the next room, trying not to think about whether she was running from having to witness their “aftercare” out of sympathy or guilt for being so immensely turned on by their ticklish distress.

Either way, all thoughts of Mark’s and Rob’s ordeal were pushed aside, when Faraday erupted into the noisiest orgasm yet, groaning and howling at once, the boundless pleasure the tube was dispensing finally surpassing the intolerably ticklish agony inflicted on his wretched soles. Albeit not by much, if the way he hollered and giggled and cackled all through his moans of pleasure and relief was anything to go by. Unlike the others, Christine noticed, the pitiable man didn’t seem to get even a moment of “unticklish pleasure” out of his clearly colossal orgasm.

“WOAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! FUUUUUUHUHUHUH! INCREEEEEEEHEHEHEHEH! So GOOOOOOHOHOHOOD! So BAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAD! YEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHESSSSS! NOOOOOHOHOHOHOHO! PLEEEEEHEHEHEHEASE! I CAAAAAAHAHAHANT! YES! YES! YES! GOOOOOD! NOOOOOHOHOHO! WAAAAHAHAHAHAH! GAAAAAHAHAHAHAH!”

Faraday’s howls of laughter and desperate pleading were so loud, they almost drowned out the roaring groans of pleasure from one bed over, as the insanely belly-ticklish patient there was also successfully tickled to an outrageously massive orgasm, climaxing so hard the bed was creaking and shaking in time with every forceful and lustful thrust into his tube, his hearty expressions of pleasure getting more and more interrupted by helpless bouts of laughter the longer his orgasm lasted and aftercare set in, the merciless scribbling all over his now off-the-scale ticklish belly sending him into a whole new category of tickle hell.

Chapel just stood there, watching, frozen with horror and needy arousal in equal measure, and terribly ashamed when her hips started to gyrate of their own accord, as the three patients suffered through various stages of deathly aftercare, their armpits, belly, and soles respectively experiencing unprecedented levels of ticklishness so harrowing, they couldn't even process it.

While Sally was dizzily switching back and forth between drilling into one howling patient’s armpits and feathering the other patient’s hopelessly ticklish belly, their tickler women taking care to add their fingers and feathers just right to keep the men at their highest level of ticklishness, Tina’s deadly nails had returned to Farraday’s absolute death-spots, where she was tormenting him almost feverishly, and so skilfully, his piercing shrieks of involuntary hilarity were actually hurting Christine’s ears. And they hadn’t even started removing his tube yet.

As if in a trance, Chapel couldn't help touching herself once again. She’d lost count of the number of orgasms she’d already brought herself to today, but she clearly wasn’t done yet. She’d never felt hornier, she needed more. And so, watching the first patient, whose tube had obviously been removed while she’d been in the other room with the orderlies, pass out from excruciating cock feathering and armpit-drilling, the nurse felt another delightful climax ripple through her. The first in a whole new row of wonderfully gratifying orgasms, as she observed the most cruelly slow and ticklish tube removal procedures virtually killing Farraday and the remaining patient, while at the same time still having their by now unspeakably sensitive soles and belly tormented in the worst way and spots imaginable.

One particularly shrill screech, forced out of Farraday as the unconscious patient’s tickler woman joined his “team of helpers”, gently sawing her feathers back and forth between his toes, with Tina still fiendishly scratching his death-spots, and the other tickler woman giving the rest of his delicate soles a devastatingly ticklish treatment, startled Christine out of her masturbating frenzy, prompting her to flee the scene of atrocious tickle torture and return to the doctors’ room.

But of course, finding McCoy in a total state, howling with almost deranged hilarity, only to be consumed by torturously ticklish silent laughter again the next moment, didn’t exactly cool Chapel’s heat. Seeing the insanely ticklish CMO being tormented by all those fingers and feathers in so many places all over his body only served to increase her need.

Just like the realisation that the doctor had to be even more ticklish than all the others she’d just watched going through the most horrific ordeals and dying a thousand ticklish deaths. As well as the fact that McCoy was quite obviously still a long way from finding sexual relief, every little moan of pleasure, as his tube worked its magic on his dick, immediately drowned out by another bout of increasingly hysterical laughter, his ticklishness clearly not yet at its peak, and the alien women still finding ways to tickle him worse.

Continued in:

All-Male Hilarity - Part 11: https://www.ticklingforum.com/showt...-intense-non-con-sexual&p=4850590#post4850590

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Disclaimer:
I own nothing of Star Trek

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My other stories:

Ticklish!Kirk & Ticklish!McCoy:
Not a Word of This to Anyone! (Or: A Ticklish Spa Day)
Part 1: Pedicure http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...-Ticklish-Spa-Day)-%96-Part-1-Pedicure-(ff-mm)
Part 2: Full Body Massage http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...-Part-2-Massage-(ff-mm)&p=4632192#post4632192

Ticklish!McCoy:
A Ticklish Predicament (f/m) - Chapel's POV http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?317779-A-Ticklish-Predicament-Star-Trek-Fandom-(f-m)
A Ticklish Predicament (f/m) - McCoy's POV http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...redicament-Star-Trek-Fandom-(f-m)-McCoy-s-POV
A Shared Kink (Part 3 of "A Ticklish Predicament" f/m, sexual) - Chapel's POV http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...nt-Star-Trek-Fandom-(f-m)-Chapel-s-POV-sexual
How (Not) To Tickle Your Boyfriend (Part 4 of "A Ticklish Predicament" f/m, sexual) - McCoy's POV http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...cklish-Predicament-quot&p=4549250#post4549250

Ticklish!Spock:
Emotional Release (m/m) http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?318673-Emotional-Release-(m-m)
 
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Incredibly hot! Chapel scanning the scenes of the men being tickled by these alien women as well as the human women, and her reflecting back to tickling Sam and getting hot by that memory, and her seeing a formerly ill female patient feeling so much better, presumably from the act of tickling the men! HOT!
 
Incredibly hot! Chapel scanning the scenes of the men being tickled by these alien women as well as the human women, and her reflecting back to tickling Sam and getting hot by that memory, and her seeing a formerly ill female patient feeling so much better, presumably from the act of tickling the men! HOT!

Thank you so much scottirish!! You always make my day with your detailed comments! I just wish I had more time to write. Or even just to get on here more often!
 
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