A Titillating Scoop Part 2 (*/f tickle)

[CollaredKid05]

Poor, sweet April’s face was blazing red, dripping in sweat. Not only was the reporter burning up from the tickling AND the lust, but on top of all of that was the humiliation. The humiliation of having the best damn sexual experience of her life while being watched. Recorded for prosperity and broadcasted to a very special place.

Her plight, her torment, it was all being streamed to the hungry eyes of the horny viewers. In a situation like that you’d think the fear would come from not knowing who was watching you. Oh no, April was made well aware that her “captive audience” in every sense of the word were her friends the Ninja Turtles. Abducted and taken by Shredder, thanks to her ratting them out for one hell of an orgasm.

They were now being kept as pets. Their transgressions against the Footclan were too great for them to die, so instead they’re tormented daily. During the nights though the four turtles were forced to watch what’s become of their lovely reporter.

A sex slave. A willing one, but a slave none the less. April and her magnificent body were now the exclusive property of youth mob boss Francesca Turtelli, a family name the giggling pet knew all too well. Someone who took every opportunity to toy with what she owned.

Not a day went by that O’Neil wasn’t tickled within an inch of her life. Her body was Francesca’s favorite playground! She tickled for the sake of dominating her sweet, sweet April.

It didn’t matter where they were either. Dates, elevators, gang meetings for lords sake. No moment or event took priority over Francesca’s desire to make her pet purr. Why wouldn’t she? It was April O’Neil. Men and women alike would give a limb just to talk to her, and Turtelli was able to make her squeal all she wanted? She’d notice the jealous glares others would flash her when tickling her pet in public. They’re jealous, because they wish they could be the one tickling a woman so splendid. Francesca saw it as her biggest crime if she didn’t torment O’Neil every chance she got.

It wasn’t lost on the beautifully ticklish “victim” that she was getting the better end of the stick in this loss.

The Footclan soldier brought the camera in nice and close, making sure every bit of enjoyment and suffering on her face was visible to the viewer. Or viewers in this instance.

“Come now ‘Little Miss O’Neil’, thrust those titties out for me. Don’t make me give that pretty little ass of yours another tickle spanking. Jut’ em our toots, I wanna give you a little pinch!~<3”

The flustered April O’Neil did exactly as she was told. Feeling that hot wave of pleasure and humiliation wash over her, enjoying the sensations her obedience brought. The appointed pet shamelessly soaked in the stimulation.

“OOHOHHHHOOHIHHOOOHHOIIOOIOO OH PLEASE! PLEEEEASE! FRANCESCASHAHAAH! AHAHAHAHAH!!!”

“Awwwww what? If ya don’t wanna give me ya tits then just take ‘em back Doll face.” The raven haired beauty tempted the slave to go against her. Francesca loved demonstrating her power. Proving to April herself just how broken she was.

A slave to the pleasure in every sense of the word.

She brought her face close to April’s and snarled. “Do it. I dare you.”

April’s blushing body struggled in the gangster girl’s fingers, but she never release the arch in her back. She kept her stunning breasts on full display, obeying her mistress.

“That’s what I thought! Tickle tickle tickle! Who’s my ticklish lil dame? Say it nice and proud for mama!”

Francesca heckled as she kept circling her long nail around the hard nub of April’s left tit. Every now and then she would lean in for a little kiss and a big nibble. O’Neil’s eyes popped open as she felt the teeth slowly pinch her, making her lust boil even more...

April’s mind drifted, thinking about her situation. It was always her chest wasn’t it? She reminisced about how those boys always loved looking at her cleavage. Truth be told when she wanted a thrill the closeted tease would zip her yellow suit just a little lower in order to distract the team or flaunt herself in front of them. She didn’t know why she liked it so much, it was mean, especially to Mikey. He would trip over himself for her and act like a huge dork. God he must be so hard right now, poor guy.~

And they were. On the other end The Turtles were all kneeling in a line on the floor of their cell. Each had a Footclan member behind them and all the team’s cocks were locked in chastity. As the four pairs of eyes pleadingly watched the horribly erotic show in front of them they struggled and winced. Epically Mikey, who would give up everything if it meant being in Francesca’s place. Being the one who got to run his fingers all over that amazing bod. It wasn’t fair! He would tickle her feet so good, god her feet....

Mikey was struck in the head for not focusing, as was the rest of his brothers for his transgression. He could only meekly apologized as the other three condemned his slip up in unison. That was the fourth time they were all hit because of the orange clad turtle.

Back on the other end of the camera April wondered if she really felt THAT bad? Those guys were going through the worst hell of their lives, what’s a pair of blue balls going to hurt? In a way this was as close she could give in an apology. They may not be able to touch her, like ever, but she could still give them a hell of a show. Something to remember during the hard days. I mean really, wasn’t this teasing just a more extreme version of her actions from before? The reasoning in her head made her pretty pussy bright pink. Maybe in the end she deserved this for being such a naughty girl.~

Just then April felt a pinch to her nipple that made her toes curl.

“You see April..” Francesca kept groping the sensitive nipple while she rested her other index finger near her mouth. “When i said ‘say it’... it wasn’t a request..~” the gangster’s eyes were piercing back at the reporters. That look the mobsteress had on her face, it was enough to make April’s thighs clench.

“I-I’m a ticklish dame..”

“Again.” Francesca demanded. She started to pepper tickles all around April’s massive chest. She skittered at the sides and slid her fingers down on her underboobs.

“I’m a ticklish little dame!” April started to repeat herself way more frantically before her mistress even stopped speaking. April bit her lip, trying to stifle back the giggles.

“Who?!”

“OH GOD ME! ME! MEEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEEHHEHEHEEHHEEHEHEHHEHEE!!!! HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH NO!”

Suddenly April felt gloved fingers attack her feet! No doubt one of the many Footclan grunts Shredder had sent with the camera. The soldier raked their gloved nails up and down the full length of her arches. Up and down up and down, it was unbearable! O’Neil’s eyes pleadingly looked back at her mistress for some mercy, but found none.

Francesca had nothing but an evil smile to offer her slave. “Ya want my help? Nah, I think your feet could do with a nice ticklin after all. Besides...” the black haired villainess tenderly whispered in her tickle toy’s ear. “I love the way your chest bounces when you laugh.”

Taken as some sort of sick que, the tickling increased. There must have been more then one ninja at work on her feet since the technics would change constantly. One moment it was the raking, another her toes were being pinched and played with. Of course that would lead the the soft hidden flesh under the toes getting a tease or two. It never ended and that’s what excited April even more.

Eventually all the fingers attacked at once all over her feet. All the while April’s chest was Fondled and teased by the one in charge. It was sensitive overload of the highest degree. She didn’t know where to look, who to turn to, her eyes repeatedly falling back on the camera.

Just then April came, hard. Her entire body tensed in the hands of her many tickle captors, who changed there touch Immediately. Before her climax she felt the hands stimulate as hard as they could, wanting every laughed dragged out of her. During her orgasms though, all the touches became light and understated. As April threw her body every which way in the thralls of pleasure the fingers lightly grazed her skin.

It was the best way the slave would always be kept in a state of desire. April craved the tickling like nothing else now days. Normally when she felt rope begin to snake along her toes her stomach would drop. Now the feeling alone made her getter then ever. The thought of looking to see a massive crowd of people, just waiting to make her theirs with wiggling fingers.... oh dear God...

“Good girl. Gooooooood girl....~ tickle tickle tickle....”

April kept breathless panting as she calmed down from her climax. It was hard for the excitement to die down when she could feel her feet being tied taut in prepared for round two... or four. She lost count just how many time in this session alone she’s surrendered.

Francesca kissed her toy on the lips and only whispered one last thing to her.

“Good luck.~”

“Wh...whaaaAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA”

The mobbstress took a step back as the tickling returned in a big way. All the ninjas still lurking in the shadows had grabbed a tickle implement and was now turning her pretty feet into an all out tickle battle ground.

Combs, brushes, feathers. Forks, paddles, whatever they were able to take with them they used on the same part of spent feet as the struggled for dear life.

“HAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH GHAAHAHAHAHAHAHD GAHAHAHAD! HELP! OH PLEASE! OH PLEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEEHHEHEHEHEEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHHEHEHEEHHEHEHEHEHEEHSE!!!! MISTREHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHESSS!!!”

April’s begging fell on def ears. Francesca only stood back and watch April’s bound body thrashed omits the sensation of pure stimulation hell. Or in this case heaven. She strutted over to the camera.

“How’s it hanging boys? Need a better view? Let me lend ya a hand!” The camera was handed over to the the brat of the underworld, she circled the reporters plight. It didn’t matter the angle, this was hot.

“HAHAHAHAHAAHAHH OHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHHAHA!” April couldn’t think at this point. Every implement teased and taunted her bound soles with no regard. She was a complete slave to the tickling. A naughty girl constantly being punished, and she loved it.~

“Ain’t she stuuuuunning? Oh la la, look at those babies suffer!” The camera was zoomed in to see April’s souls being subjected to a blown out gang tickling. “Think they need a break?.... me neither!~ I mean it’s not like you four have any say in the matter. If I wanna tickle O’Neil bonkers, I will. If I want to leave her clutching the sheets, I will.” The camera was back to her as the main focus. “Get the concept here fellas? It’s an easy one to get. She’s.My. Bitch....”

Francesca stuttered he way right next to the laughing mess that was her captive. She shot the thing like a selfie now. The sexy vixen made all kinds of face next to her lovers, just to really rub it in. “Give mama a kiss...” Francesca puckered.

April would have if she could even remember what planet her body currently occupied. One of the paint brushes found a heinous spot under her big toe while a feather danced on the ball of her heel. Couple that with the comb stroking through the wrinkles of her foot... yea she was out to lunch.

Francesca pouted at the lack of attention. “Fine then..” She snapped her fingers and from the shadows a pair of feet were shoved into April’s face. “Kiss. Now. Ya gonna thank every woman here for their hardy work in tickling you silly. Got it???”

The tickling stopped and the feet were pulled away. O’Neil took a minute to regain her senses and loose the dazed look in her eyes. April’s sight bounced back and forth between her mistress and the camera, the humiliation burning her face bright red. She bit her lip and answered.

“....sorry guys. Yes mistress!<3”

The camera was then moved to only focus on the cat like grin of the raven haired gangster. The only one who was enjoying this more then April. She simply held up her middle finger to the camera with the bitchiest smile. “Back to you. Losers!~<3”

With that the feed cut, to the frustrated grunts of the turtles in the cell. Mikey especially, with his cock feeling ready to burst out of his chastity.

“NO NO PLEASE! TURN THAT BACK ON! I WANT TO WATCH! I WANT TO- OW!”

Him and the rest of the brothers were struck for his out bust. The other three just blandly scolded him in unison.

“Shut up Mikey.”

“Ok...”

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