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Diana opened her eyes, and knew immediately something was wrong. It didn't necessarily take the instincts of a highly trained warrior to figure it out, but still Diana was immediately up and assumed a battle stance. Reaching for her sword and her lasso, however, made her realise that something was wrong.
In an instant, Diana figured out she was naked, with her toned physique and sculpted body on display. In another hard hitting truth, Diana realised that she was in some kind of pod, with metal above and below her, and shimmering, opaque, yellow force fields around her.
Quickly, Diana looked around within her cell and realised she was not alone. She saw what appeared to be several pods to the right and left of her, though she couldn't see how many cells there were in total.
As she looked closer, she realised that she wasn't just surrounded by other naked bodies, they were her friends. Zatanna and Kar, or Supergirl, were next to her. Each of them were also nude, though still unconscious.
"What is this place?" Wonder Woman muttered to herself as she tried to take in the rest of her surroundings. They appeared to be on some kind of rock platform, with strange mist surrounded them completely. She couldn't see anything beyond that.
"This is your judgement of course," a voice answered from the mist as a figure emerged from the mist. As Diana watched closely, it was apparent that it was a female, though not one she'd ever seen before. This female had pale skin, red eyes, and a voluptuous form. And yet that wasn't even the strangest thing about her. Small black horns, and small leathery bat wings extended from her head and back, with a black tail ending in a sharp point extending from the base of her back.
Diana was immediately on edge, and assumed a fighting stance as the creature approached slowly and ominously. "Who are you? And what do you mean 'judgement'?" She said with a frown, an expression indicating she was ready for what came. But the other female simply smiled maliciously back at her.
"Who I am doesn't matter to you. The face of your tormentor will change many times while you're here. But what I am matters. I am a Succubus, and my sisters and I have complete control over this domain. Let's just say that you have all been pulled in to a pocket dimension that we control. And all because we simply want to test you."
Suddenly, there was a loud bang off to her left, and Diana heard what she was certain to be a yelp.
"You have no powers here," another succubus said, emerging from the mist with a sickly sweet grin. She was different from the original, bright red hair matching her red eyes. But her body was lithe and thin, with long legs and height balancing out her rather flat chest.
"You're in our domain," the original succubus finished.
Diana felt a prick of fear pass through her as those words were said, all of a sudden feeling extremely vulnerable. She was trapped, naked, and seemingly totally at the mercy of these creatures.
***********
"Fuck you!" Karen, aka Power Girl, screamed as she bashed again against the force fields. She felt so helpless already, without any of her powers or the strength they'd provide. But her anger was masking what she really felt coursing through her: fear. She didn't like the words 'tormentor' and 'judgement', and she was worried about being in a dimension that was controlled by someone else.
As Karen looked around, looking to cover her uncovered crotch, and giving up on the hopeless task of hiding her massive bust with her arm, she saw several succubi start to fly in all around them. Some had taunting grins plastered on their faces, others looked serious, while still some seemed rather uninterested for now.
"You will all be tested, and one be one eliminated, till one of you is left standing."
"Each round will have three challenges, and each challenge determines your ranking for the round. The one who finished last will remain here, spending the rest of eternity being punished for her inability to beat the trials."
"Not true!" Karen called out angrily. "Our friends will find us, and they'll break us out of this terrible place!"
"I don't think you fully understand with whom you're messing with," Zatanna said coldly as well, and Karen recognised the voice from another cell.
"No they won't," one of the vile villainesses said.
In a flash, the mist around them changed from a blanket of white, to a several images. It showed each of them carrying on in their normal lives at various different stages. Karen quickly surmised that nine Justice League members were within these cells, and she had a sinking feeling at watching herself use her powers to stop a nearby train from derailing.
"We have not captured you from your universe. Merely your essence."
"While you are here, you cannot die. You don't need food, water, sleep, or even oxygen. And we will take advantage of that for all eternity if we can."
"By the end of the trial, one of you will escape back to your universe, with no memory of here. But, as a parting gift, we will grant the winner some boosts to her powers. Or maybe an item that helps her out there."
The nine heroes shivered in their cells, feeling the pressure and the stakes of the situation weigh heavy on them. None of them wanted to lose. But none of them wanted to damn the others to a life of torture.
"And the main implement of our tests and trials," another succubus said, grabbing their attention.
"Will be your luscious breasts."
"Your shapely asses."
"Your delightful pussies."
"But most of all," one said with the most wicked of grins, "tickling. Endlessly tickling those hopeless bodies of yours."
*********
Raven almost had to slap her face to make sure she wasn't dreaming or that she'd heard right.
While she was being honest, not having her demon father around in her head to constantly taunt her was great, but then Raven was far from thrilled.
Though she'd never claim to by shy with her body, she didn't like being exposed and revealed. And so to have her body so hopelessly on display like this, with so many eyes on her, made her feel more than a little uncomfortable. To then hear that her body would be used against her like that... Raven was not looking forward to this particular trial.
And Raven had good reason to be afraid. She was deathly ticklish. She knew her body was sensitive, and she knew that she'd have to find a way to dig deep in order to find a way through this ordeal. Fortunately, Raven knew how to dig deep.
By now, everyone was awake and had heard the speech and what they were in for. And soon the whole field of view was full of succubi of all shapes and sizes began to float into view. The sky was full of the grinning, leering creatures who loved the naked beauties before them.
"Normally we struggle to decide where to begin."
"But Power Jugs has made it easy."
There was some raucous laughter at Karen's expense, and she blushed a little at the insinuation and comments on her boobs.
Instantly though, the cell shifted. Raven watched with beady eyes as several mechanical tentacles shifted, and different pieces of unrecognisable machinery began to assemble themselves before her. The same was true of every single cell in the other rooms.
By the time the arms had all come together, two domes presented themselves. It was fairly obvious that they were supposed to place their breasts into the domes, and Raven couldn't help but notice that they seemed to be full of smaller brushes, bristles, and feathers, no doubt designed to tickle their respective tits to extreme.
"A timer starts when you place your chest within the domes," one of the floating succubi commented. "From there, you will score points based on when you pull out of the machines. The person with the highest score at the end of each round is eliminated from the trial, and will immediately spend the rest of eternity as our play thing."
"Failure to participate in the events will mean an automatic disqualification, and the maximum eight points will be alloted."
"You have ten seconds to place yourselves within the domes. Your time starts now."
Raven looked at the instruments before her. She knew she had to make a decision then and there. She would either play this sick game and leave this place, or she would martyr herself. But as she looked around at the grinning faces of the lustful succubi, she had a horrible feeling wash over her. As much as she didn't want to make a spectacle of herself, she had a sinking feeling that handing her body over to these creatures could not result in anything good. With a steeled look, she stepped forward towards the tickling.
*********
Laughter had soon filled the cells and the air around them, some more desperate than others. And yet for Power Girl, her cell remained quiet, her scowl and displeasure a contrast to the chaos around her.
"I won't play your stupid games," Karen said, crossing her arms over her truly gigantic bust. Several of the vile females had floated in closer to her as she'd taken her stand.
"Wouldn't have it any other way," one of them, a particularly busty succubus herself, said with a grin.
"When you drop out, we're going to spend all eternity playing with those titties of yours."
"Do you think her nipples are the most sensitive spot on her chest?"
"Naw, it has to be undersides with weights like that."
"I can't wait to see what's more ticklish: her boobs, or the rest of her body."
"Shut up!" Karen screamed, rage building within her. The succubi giggled and floated away. Karen was afraid, she had to admit. But she refused to play their games and pander to them.
Someone who had chosen to play the game was Selina Kyle. As Catwoman, she'd found herself in several situations that forced her to be adaptable. But it was devastating to discover just how ticklish her breasts were.
"OOHOHOHOH MY! HAHAHAHAAAAA! NOOOOHOHOHOHOOO!" Selina screamed into the air as her large boobs were put through their intense ordeal. Currently, it was mainly the sides, bottoms, and tops of her boobs that were being traced with feathers, but it was already enough to make her want to jump away and keep her boobs safe. It took all she had to hold her chest in the domes.
"I CAHAHAHAHAHAN'T! NOT MY BOOOHOHOHOHOBS! HAHAHAAAA HEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She cried in ticklish agony, completely thrown by just how sensitive her body was.
Dinah Lance, the famous Black Canary, was also screaming at the top of her lungs. She maintained a little more composure than Selina, but there was no doubt that she was suffering.
"AAAAHHHHHHAAAA HAAAAAA HA HAAAAAAA!" She cried, her laughter coming in breathy, desperate screams. She managed to hold herself still within the confines as the feathers began to trace further down her rather impressive chest, tracing carefully towards her pink nipples.
"Sing for us little bird," one of the succubi whispered as it flew near and then past her cell. The pale, horned women had taken to fluttering around their cells, adding insult to injury as the women screamed in ticklish agony.
A rather shocking surprise had been when Supergirl, Kara really now without her powers, pulled away from the tickling. She and Batgirl had what was probably the least impressive chest when it came to sheer size, and she hadn't been laughing all that much as her smaller breasts didn't seem that sensitive, but when the feathers had swept over her nipples, it was such a surprise that she instinctively pulled away, only realising afterwards what that really meant.
"Oh, interesting," a dark haired succubus commented as she flew past.
"Do you think that tickled? Or was she afraid to be all turned on and horny?"
"I hope she loses so we can find out."
But Kara had not been the only one who had been startled when her nipples were licked with the feathery touch.
"Oh!" Starfire had yelped as feathers passed over her orange nipples. She had been holding herself together fairly well the entire time that her medium sized bust was being feathered, giggling more than giving in to full on laughter.
She'd jerked violently as her nipples, along with the rest of her boobs, were continuously feathered, but she'd managed to keep her chest within the domes as they tickled along her skin.
In another moment, the tickling changed again, and though their nipples were left alone for a moment, instruments far worse than feathers attacked. Soft bristled brushes now began to spin along their boobs, once again starting at the sides, undersides, and tops of each boob, again starting near the base of their boobs and creeping forward.
"EEAAAHHHHAAAA!" Selina cried as she bristled connected with her chest, pulling away violently from the tickling tools.
"Oh," one of the flying women commented, "looks like a certain kitty's titties are really ticklish."
"Can't want to play with you little kitty," another commented, flying past quickly. Selina curled into a ball and hugged her knees to her chest, trying to chase away the tingling feeling in her chest. She had no idea how early she'd pulled away, but she was very concerned of what might happen if she was totally at the mercy of these terrifying creatures.
The bristles proved to be a rather destructive weapon of tickling. As the bristles reached towards the peaks of the women's breasts, several dropped out in quick succession. Dinah, Raven, and Starfire dropped out for different reasons as they crept closer to the tips of their boobs.
"HEHEHEHEEEEE SNORT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO MORE EEEHAHAHAHAHAAA SNORT!" Barbara's giggles filled her cell as tears began to stream down her eyes, yet her outstanding self discipline kept her held in place.
Barbara didn't have as much ticklish flesh to work with, but her boobs were proving to be extremely ticklish. And when everything but her pink nubs were being brushed at high speed, Barbara was hanging on by a thread.
Another who was struggling was Wonder Woman, whose own exquisite chest was bring tormented.
"HA HA HAAAAA! BY THE GODS STOHOHOHOP!" Diana's laugh was harsh and barking, coming in shouts interspersed with words rather than a steady stream of giggles. She'd been laughing rather steadily since the beginning of this particular challenge, and she was starting to feel her usually iron will begin to slip.
There was little doubt about who the succubi were most excited to get their hands on, with so many of them crowded around Wonder Woman's cell to see when the great hero's resolve would crack and break.
"Oh her titties are ticklish! Her titties are ticklish!"
"Look at those baby blue eyes bug out!"
"I so hope she doesn't escape."
"LEAVE MEHE BEHE FOUL CREHEATURES! AH HA HA HAAAAA!" Diana cried, somehow managing to hold herself still despite the overwhelming tickling. And when the bristles hit her dark nipples, she threw her head back and let loose a scream.
The bristles on nipples had been too much for Barbara, who bowed out with a respectable third. But there was no denying who the obvious winner of this challenge would be.
"Hehehe ohohohoh this tihihickles!" Zatanna Zatara giggled to herself as the bristles ravished her boobs.
Zatanna would have loved to claim some kind of strength or fortitude, but the simple truth was that her boobs weren't that ticklish. She'd easily made it through the feathers and their teasing, comfortably held firm when the bristles began, and was now holding firm as her entire bust, including the peaks of her chest, were being buzzed against.
Her boobs were wonderfully formed and inviting, and Zatanna loved having them played with, but they just weren't very ticklish.
While Diana screamed and howled as her own chest was now being tickle tortured, Zatanna barely cracked much of a giggle. When the Amazonian beauty, who happened to be next to Zatanna, saw this, she immediately pulled away. Wonder Woman knew when she was beaten.
It was only when Zatanna felt the bristles slowing to a halt that she realised it was over.
"Trial one, challenge one, and Zatanna Zatara has emerged victorious!" One of the succubi called out.
The eight women in their cells looked up at the mist as a leaderboard presented itself, finally giving them an idea of what had really happened. Not that it mattered as the succubi continued their running narration.
"At the end of the first challenge, Zatanna leads the way, having only picked up a single point. It seems their her titties just ain't that ticklish."
"Wonder Woman, with a Herculian effort of her own, dragged herself into second place, while miss Gordon showed why training with the Batman comes in handy."
"The bristles were too much for Raven, who scored four points, Black Canary, who shrieked her way to five points, and Catwoman, who couldn't take it anymore and gained six points."
"Catwoman's titties look mighty ticklish," another quickly added, "so if she can make through these challenges we might have already discovered her great weakness."
"The big surprise was Kara, who seemed rather in control, until those feathers touched her nipples. Let's see if that that was just first round nerves, or if she'll fare any better in round two."
"And finally we have dear miss Karen, or as we like to call her, Power Jugs. She deprived us of seeing her massive boobies being tickled for now, but if she keeps up this stubbornness she's going to be for a lifetime of suffering. She sits bottom on eight points."
The eight women watched and listened, many of them with their skin crawling at the way they were being talked of like their bodies existed for the succubi's entertainment.
"Many of you may wish for a break," one of them spoke, "but that's not how it works in here."
Instead, many of them watched as machines filled their cells again, with two panels being placed before each of them and several other tentacles creeping around beyond the screens.
"Round two begins straight away, as we move into making some tough choices. Let's see what happens when we really put that resolve of yours to the test."
In an instant, Diana figured out she was naked, with her toned physique and sculpted body on display. In another hard hitting truth, Diana realised that she was in some kind of pod, with metal above and below her, and shimmering, opaque, yellow force fields around her.
Quickly, Diana looked around within her cell and realised she was not alone. She saw what appeared to be several pods to the right and left of her, though she couldn't see how many cells there were in total.
As she looked closer, she realised that she wasn't just surrounded by other naked bodies, they were her friends. Zatanna and Kar, or Supergirl, were next to her. Each of them were also nude, though still unconscious.
"What is this place?" Wonder Woman muttered to herself as she tried to take in the rest of her surroundings. They appeared to be on some kind of rock platform, with strange mist surrounded them completely. She couldn't see anything beyond that.
"This is your judgement of course," a voice answered from the mist as a figure emerged from the mist. As Diana watched closely, it was apparent that it was a female, though not one she'd ever seen before. This female had pale skin, red eyes, and a voluptuous form. And yet that wasn't even the strangest thing about her. Small black horns, and small leathery bat wings extended from her head and back, with a black tail ending in a sharp point extending from the base of her back.
Diana was immediately on edge, and assumed a fighting stance as the creature approached slowly and ominously. "Who are you? And what do you mean 'judgement'?" She said with a frown, an expression indicating she was ready for what came. But the other female simply smiled maliciously back at her.
"Who I am doesn't matter to you. The face of your tormentor will change many times while you're here. But what I am matters. I am a Succubus, and my sisters and I have complete control over this domain. Let's just say that you have all been pulled in to a pocket dimension that we control. And all because we simply want to test you."
Suddenly, there was a loud bang off to her left, and Diana heard what she was certain to be a yelp.
"You have no powers here," another succubus said, emerging from the mist with a sickly sweet grin. She was different from the original, bright red hair matching her red eyes. But her body was lithe and thin, with long legs and height balancing out her rather flat chest.
"You're in our domain," the original succubus finished.
Diana felt a prick of fear pass through her as those words were said, all of a sudden feeling extremely vulnerable. She was trapped, naked, and seemingly totally at the mercy of these creatures.
***********
"Fuck you!" Karen, aka Power Girl, screamed as she bashed again against the force fields. She felt so helpless already, without any of her powers or the strength they'd provide. But her anger was masking what she really felt coursing through her: fear. She didn't like the words 'tormentor' and 'judgement', and she was worried about being in a dimension that was controlled by someone else.
As Karen looked around, looking to cover her uncovered crotch, and giving up on the hopeless task of hiding her massive bust with her arm, she saw several succubi start to fly in all around them. Some had taunting grins plastered on their faces, others looked serious, while still some seemed rather uninterested for now.
"You will all be tested, and one be one eliminated, till one of you is left standing."
"Each round will have three challenges, and each challenge determines your ranking for the round. The one who finished last will remain here, spending the rest of eternity being punished for her inability to beat the trials."
"Not true!" Karen called out angrily. "Our friends will find us, and they'll break us out of this terrible place!"
"I don't think you fully understand with whom you're messing with," Zatanna said coldly as well, and Karen recognised the voice from another cell.
"No they won't," one of the vile villainesses said.
In a flash, the mist around them changed from a blanket of white, to a several images. It showed each of them carrying on in their normal lives at various different stages. Karen quickly surmised that nine Justice League members were within these cells, and she had a sinking feeling at watching herself use her powers to stop a nearby train from derailing.
"We have not captured you from your universe. Merely your essence."
"While you are here, you cannot die. You don't need food, water, sleep, or even oxygen. And we will take advantage of that for all eternity if we can."
"By the end of the trial, one of you will escape back to your universe, with no memory of here. But, as a parting gift, we will grant the winner some boosts to her powers. Or maybe an item that helps her out there."
The nine heroes shivered in their cells, feeling the pressure and the stakes of the situation weigh heavy on them. None of them wanted to lose. But none of them wanted to damn the others to a life of torture.
"And the main implement of our tests and trials," another succubus said, grabbing their attention.
"Will be your luscious breasts."
"Your shapely asses."
"Your delightful pussies."
"But most of all," one said with the most wicked of grins, "tickling. Endlessly tickling those hopeless bodies of yours."
*********
Raven almost had to slap her face to make sure she wasn't dreaming or that she'd heard right.
While she was being honest, not having her demon father around in her head to constantly taunt her was great, but then Raven was far from thrilled.
Though she'd never claim to by shy with her body, she didn't like being exposed and revealed. And so to have her body so hopelessly on display like this, with so many eyes on her, made her feel more than a little uncomfortable. To then hear that her body would be used against her like that... Raven was not looking forward to this particular trial.
And Raven had good reason to be afraid. She was deathly ticklish. She knew her body was sensitive, and she knew that she'd have to find a way to dig deep in order to find a way through this ordeal. Fortunately, Raven knew how to dig deep.
By now, everyone was awake and had heard the speech and what they were in for. And soon the whole field of view was full of succubi of all shapes and sizes began to float into view. The sky was full of the grinning, leering creatures who loved the naked beauties before them.
"Normally we struggle to decide where to begin."
"But Power Jugs has made it easy."
There was some raucous laughter at Karen's expense, and she blushed a little at the insinuation and comments on her boobs.
Instantly though, the cell shifted. Raven watched with beady eyes as several mechanical tentacles shifted, and different pieces of unrecognisable machinery began to assemble themselves before her. The same was true of every single cell in the other rooms.
By the time the arms had all come together, two domes presented themselves. It was fairly obvious that they were supposed to place their breasts into the domes, and Raven couldn't help but notice that they seemed to be full of smaller brushes, bristles, and feathers, no doubt designed to tickle their respective tits to extreme.
"A timer starts when you place your chest within the domes," one of the floating succubi commented. "From there, you will score points based on when you pull out of the machines. The person with the highest score at the end of each round is eliminated from the trial, and will immediately spend the rest of eternity as our play thing."
"Failure to participate in the events will mean an automatic disqualification, and the maximum eight points will be alloted."
"You have ten seconds to place yourselves within the domes. Your time starts now."
Raven looked at the instruments before her. She knew she had to make a decision then and there. She would either play this sick game and leave this place, or she would martyr herself. But as she looked around at the grinning faces of the lustful succubi, she had a horrible feeling wash over her. As much as she didn't want to make a spectacle of herself, she had a sinking feeling that handing her body over to these creatures could not result in anything good. With a steeled look, she stepped forward towards the tickling.
*********
Laughter had soon filled the cells and the air around them, some more desperate than others. And yet for Power Girl, her cell remained quiet, her scowl and displeasure a contrast to the chaos around her.
"I won't play your stupid games," Karen said, crossing her arms over her truly gigantic bust. Several of the vile females had floated in closer to her as she'd taken her stand.
"Wouldn't have it any other way," one of them, a particularly busty succubus herself, said with a grin.
"When you drop out, we're going to spend all eternity playing with those titties of yours."
"Do you think her nipples are the most sensitive spot on her chest?"
"Naw, it has to be undersides with weights like that."
"I can't wait to see what's more ticklish: her boobs, or the rest of her body."
"Shut up!" Karen screamed, rage building within her. The succubi giggled and floated away. Karen was afraid, she had to admit. But she refused to play their games and pander to them.
Someone who had chosen to play the game was Selina Kyle. As Catwoman, she'd found herself in several situations that forced her to be adaptable. But it was devastating to discover just how ticklish her breasts were.
"OOHOHOHOH MY! HAHAHAHAAAAA! NOOOOHOHOHOHOOO!" Selina screamed into the air as her large boobs were put through their intense ordeal. Currently, it was mainly the sides, bottoms, and tops of her boobs that were being traced with feathers, but it was already enough to make her want to jump away and keep her boobs safe. It took all she had to hold her chest in the domes.
"I CAHAHAHAHAHAN'T! NOT MY BOOOHOHOHOHOBS! HAHAHAAAA HEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She cried in ticklish agony, completely thrown by just how sensitive her body was.
Dinah Lance, the famous Black Canary, was also screaming at the top of her lungs. She maintained a little more composure than Selina, but there was no doubt that she was suffering.
"AAAAHHHHHHAAAA HAAAAAA HA HAAAAAAA!" She cried, her laughter coming in breathy, desperate screams. She managed to hold herself still within the confines as the feathers began to trace further down her rather impressive chest, tracing carefully towards her pink nipples.
"Sing for us little bird," one of the succubi whispered as it flew near and then past her cell. The pale, horned women had taken to fluttering around their cells, adding insult to injury as the women screamed in ticklish agony.
A rather shocking surprise had been when Supergirl, Kara really now without her powers, pulled away from the tickling. She and Batgirl had what was probably the least impressive chest when it came to sheer size, and she hadn't been laughing all that much as her smaller breasts didn't seem that sensitive, but when the feathers had swept over her nipples, it was such a surprise that she instinctively pulled away, only realising afterwards what that really meant.
"Oh, interesting," a dark haired succubus commented as she flew past.
"Do you think that tickled? Or was she afraid to be all turned on and horny?"
"I hope she loses so we can find out."
But Kara had not been the only one who had been startled when her nipples were licked with the feathery touch.
"Oh!" Starfire had yelped as feathers passed over her orange nipples. She had been holding herself together fairly well the entire time that her medium sized bust was being feathered, giggling more than giving in to full on laughter.
She'd jerked violently as her nipples, along with the rest of her boobs, were continuously feathered, but she'd managed to keep her chest within the domes as they tickled along her skin.
In another moment, the tickling changed again, and though their nipples were left alone for a moment, instruments far worse than feathers attacked. Soft bristled brushes now began to spin along their boobs, once again starting at the sides, undersides, and tops of each boob, again starting near the base of their boobs and creeping forward.
"EEAAAHHHHAAAA!" Selina cried as she bristled connected with her chest, pulling away violently from the tickling tools.
"Oh," one of the flying women commented, "looks like a certain kitty's titties are really ticklish."
"Can't want to play with you little kitty," another commented, flying past quickly. Selina curled into a ball and hugged her knees to her chest, trying to chase away the tingling feeling in her chest. She had no idea how early she'd pulled away, but she was very concerned of what might happen if she was totally at the mercy of these terrifying creatures.
The bristles proved to be a rather destructive weapon of tickling. As the bristles reached towards the peaks of the women's breasts, several dropped out in quick succession. Dinah, Raven, and Starfire dropped out for different reasons as they crept closer to the tips of their boobs.
"HEHEHEHEEEEE SNORT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO MORE EEEHAHAHAHAHAAA SNORT!" Barbara's giggles filled her cell as tears began to stream down her eyes, yet her outstanding self discipline kept her held in place.
Barbara didn't have as much ticklish flesh to work with, but her boobs were proving to be extremely ticklish. And when everything but her pink nubs were being brushed at high speed, Barbara was hanging on by a thread.
Another who was struggling was Wonder Woman, whose own exquisite chest was bring tormented.
"HA HA HAAAAA! BY THE GODS STOHOHOHOP!" Diana's laugh was harsh and barking, coming in shouts interspersed with words rather than a steady stream of giggles. She'd been laughing rather steadily since the beginning of this particular challenge, and she was starting to feel her usually iron will begin to slip.
There was little doubt about who the succubi were most excited to get their hands on, with so many of them crowded around Wonder Woman's cell to see when the great hero's resolve would crack and break.
"Oh her titties are ticklish! Her titties are ticklish!"
"Look at those baby blue eyes bug out!"
"I so hope she doesn't escape."
"LEAVE MEHE BEHE FOUL CREHEATURES! AH HA HA HAAAAA!" Diana cried, somehow managing to hold herself still despite the overwhelming tickling. And when the bristles hit her dark nipples, she threw her head back and let loose a scream.
The bristles on nipples had been too much for Barbara, who bowed out with a respectable third. But there was no denying who the obvious winner of this challenge would be.
"Hehehe ohohohoh this tihihickles!" Zatanna Zatara giggled to herself as the bristles ravished her boobs.
Zatanna would have loved to claim some kind of strength or fortitude, but the simple truth was that her boobs weren't that ticklish. She'd easily made it through the feathers and their teasing, comfortably held firm when the bristles began, and was now holding firm as her entire bust, including the peaks of her chest, were being buzzed against.
Her boobs were wonderfully formed and inviting, and Zatanna loved having them played with, but they just weren't very ticklish.
While Diana screamed and howled as her own chest was now being tickle tortured, Zatanna barely cracked much of a giggle. When the Amazonian beauty, who happened to be next to Zatanna, saw this, she immediately pulled away. Wonder Woman knew when she was beaten.
It was only when Zatanna felt the bristles slowing to a halt that she realised it was over.
"Trial one, challenge one, and Zatanna Zatara has emerged victorious!" One of the succubi called out.
The eight women in their cells looked up at the mist as a leaderboard presented itself, finally giving them an idea of what had really happened. Not that it mattered as the succubi continued their running narration.
"At the end of the first challenge, Zatanna leads the way, having only picked up a single point. It seems their her titties just ain't that ticklish."
"Wonder Woman, with a Herculian effort of her own, dragged herself into second place, while miss Gordon showed why training with the Batman comes in handy."
"The bristles were too much for Raven, who scored four points, Black Canary, who shrieked her way to five points, and Catwoman, who couldn't take it anymore and gained six points."
"Catwoman's titties look mighty ticklish," another quickly added, "so if she can make through these challenges we might have already discovered her great weakness."
"The big surprise was Kara, who seemed rather in control, until those feathers touched her nipples. Let's see if that that was just first round nerves, or if she'll fare any better in round two."
"And finally we have dear miss Karen, or as we like to call her, Power Jugs. She deprived us of seeing her massive boobies being tickled for now, but if she keeps up this stubbornness she's going to be for a lifetime of suffering. She sits bottom on eight points."
The eight women watched and listened, many of them with their skin crawling at the way they were being talked of like their bodies existed for the succubi's entertainment.
"Many of you may wish for a break," one of them spoke, "but that's not how it works in here."
Instead, many of them watched as machines filled their cells again, with two panels being placed before each of them and several other tentacles creeping around beyond the screens.
"Round two begins straight away, as we move into making some tough choices. Let's see what happens when we really put that resolve of yours to the test."
