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Round two for our hopelessly ticklish succubus who has found herself at the mercy of a deranged scientist. Heavy noncon f/f tickling and lots of cheesy dialogue ahead, you have been warned.
There might be some details that feel irrelevant to the story right now, but they will serve a purpose at some point, I hope.
Also, I'm splitting this into 2 parts because the whole thing feels way too long.
The previous part can be found here:
Experimenting on a Succubus
Toying with a Succubus - Part 1
It was so hot. It hadn't been this bad when they had first brought her here. The warm, sultry air was hugging and smothering her like a thick blanket. The heat covered her entire naked body with a glistening sheen of perspiration, leaving her smooth skin wet and slippery. And somehow, it made her even more sensitive.
She could feel everything. The droplets of sweat running down her tender sides, slowly trickling down her supple, ever so slightly trembling thighs. Her tears seeping through the blindfold and running down her cheeks, tickling her along the way almost as if to mock her. The small trickle of spit escaping the corners of her mouth, forced open by the large ball gag between her teeth.
She could even feel the slight turbulences in the air whenever the door would open and close - their complete absence was how she knew she was still alone.
She couldn't see, she couldn't hear, so all she could do was feel.
"HMMNNNPHMNNNNH!!! NHUMH MHNGH PHLMNNNNNH!! MNHUMMMHMPH!!!"
The robotic arms in her seat, as the Professor had explained in minute detail, were controlled by an advanced artificial intelligence. The intricacies had been lost on her back then due to her state of tickle induced panic, but what little she had understood caused her to be even more frightened of those hours at night, when the tall, attractive older woman would stop sending her into a screaming frenzy with the light stroking of her nails, wish her Good night with a look of affectionate care in her eyes, plant a small kiss on her forehead and, ignoring all her desperate pleas, push the button to activate this devilish machine.
Apparently, these arms had the ability to learn and improve on their own over time, and she could attest they were everything they were cracked up to be.
It was scary how well they knew her, how easily they had discovered every last one of her weak spots and made every inch of her taut, ticklish body their own. The multitude of appliances worked over her smooth skin in unpredictable patterns, gliding along the slick surface without any resistance, mercilessly exploiting her abnormal sensitivity with surgical precision.
Mechanical hands with rubbery fingertips squeezing her sides and prodding between her ribs, feathers of various lengths, ranging from stiff and bristly to soft and fluffy trailing along her smooth legs, teasing the sensitive underside of her breasts and tickling her pointy ears. Electric flossers violating the insanely ticklish spaces inbetween her splayed toes, each one firmly tied back with its own individual metal brace, hairbrushes dragging across the taut, soft soles of her feet that made her howl like a trapped animal.
It was a seemingly endless onslaught of maddening sensations that drowned her mind in suffering. A terrifying choreography of ticklish cruelty, honed to perfection on her perfectly immobilized, defenseless body. Every frantic squeal, every muffled scream, every time her hands helplessly clenched into fists or her poor little toes strained against their bondage, the sensors would immediately pick up on it and make another tiny adjustment. Over months and years of laughing, begging the soulless machine to stop and praying that it would finally end, all she did was generate more data to further upgrade her own torturous prison.
"PLNNNMMHF! MHNMMMGH NNHHHM MHD HNUMNN! HMMMNHMPHHHMF!!!"
Did it tickle worse than the Professor? No, certainly not. Even in the throes of ticklish anguish, she knew that as soon as the hands and brushes slowed down and eventually stopped, as soon as she felt that subtle turbulence in the air that told her the door to her chamber was opened and announced the older woman's presence, an entirely different kind of panic would be welling up deep inside her.
Her heart would begin to race, her face would start burning like a bonfire, her mouth would twist into this stupid crazy smile that she simply couldn't suppress, as if her body was already preparing to laugh like a lunatic. Fully anticipating to be made her plaything once more - nothing but a helpless, ticklish toy, a musical instrument that the sadistic scientist could play however she wanted, producing adorable shrieks and giggles for her twisted entertainment. She dreaded the daunting woman's arrival with every fiber of her being.
And yet, she needed it. More than anything else. She couldn't take it, enduring this endless agony all by herself. Being alone in the darkness - bound, gagged and blindfolded, her ears covered by noise cancelling headphones, with no sense of time and nothing to focus on except the grueling, mind melting tickling. Nothing but the countless feathers and brushes diligently exploring every inch of her taut, vulnerable body, with no regard for her well-being or her sanity, with no heart that could be swayed by the desperate pleas she screamed into her thick ball gag.
She couldn't tell how many days it had been since the Professor had left her alone like this, but she was at her limit. She desperately longed for someone, anyone, to be here with her, even if it was that deranged maniac whose only goal seemed to be tickling and humiliating her. She craved the familiar disturbance in the air when the door would finally open and signal the woman's arrival.
Sobbing in silent laughter as the brushes went to town on her buttery soft soles again, she wordlessly begged for her return.
Please, come back. Please. Please...
Senior researcher Professor Andersen slouched in her comfortable armchair, lazily swirling the wine in her glass and admiring the colorful refractions. Sitting roughly five feet away from the succubus, she had spent the better part of a day relaxing while enjoying a bottle of an exceptionally fine vintage - and, of course, observing the delightfully sensitive girl fruitlessly struggle against her restraints.
Obviously those efforts were rather limited in nature, given that the adorable little demon was bound so tightly that she could hardly move a muscle. All four of her limbs were being swallowed by genetically engineered bondage sleeves, the gooey artificial organisms encasing each of her arms and legs up to the knees and elbows, sucking them in with irresistable force and creating a set of comfortable, yet nearly indestructable restraints.
Additionally, she had her toes tied back to draw her soles taut and further increase the helplessness of her cute, insanely ticklish feet. The girl with her delicate, yet buxom form was left totally immobilized, trapped in a provocative spread eagle position that beautifully emphasized her complete nudity.
"HHLMMMPH MMMNH!! HNUGHNMM MHLPHM HNMNHHHMHM!!!"
To Andersen, she was like a work of art, one that she could simply watch for hours. Fully naked and on display, her luxurious body was nothing short of breathtaking. Tight, but still wonderfully soft to the touch, blessed with exciting curves and skin like alabaster. The sweat glistening on her smooth, milky thighs, on her trembling tummy and the white mounds of her gorgeous, jiggling boobs gave her an almost divine look, the senior researcher thought to herself as she raised the glass to her lips, peeking over its edge with a lustful gaze.
Yet another interesting thing she had learned about succubi over the past three years: Their sweat never seemed to produce the sort of unpleasant odor human sweat would cause over time. On the contrary, it gave off an enticing scent that had a faint sweetness, and grew more and more addictive the longer it lingered in the air - an immensely potent pheromone, as she had confirmed through various tests.
They were a fascinating species to be sure. Their biochemistry was mindblowing, a miracle of nature that held the potential to advance science and human civilization as a whole, if harnessed properly. Contrary to what she regularly wrote in her reports to the higher ups, Andersen had little doubt that she would be able to create the formula they wanted from her, the reason why they had built this whole facility in the first place. The problem was that this would spell the end of the secret research project, and thus her private playtime with the succubus. Consequently, the senior researcher made sure that the lab developed all sorts of groundbreaking pharmaceutical agents derived from the girl's DNA - except the one they were supposed to.
Andersen's discovery of the pheromone would prove to be quite convenient in an unexpected way: It helped greatly reduce any internal dissent regarding her somewhat unorthodox treatment of the test subject. After she had invited some of her more vocal critics to the testing chamber for a demonstration of her very humane research, and made sure they inhaled plenty of the sweet fragrance in the process, the other researchers suddenly became much more understanding of her methods. In the end, she had to exert all her authority to stop some of the scientists from tickling the gorgeous demon girl themselves. It turned out that the very trait that was supposed to be a succubus' biggest weapon could very well be their weakness - and the cunning woman took advantage of said weakness masterfully.
"HNNNUMNNHH! MMNNHHHNHMN HHHNUMPHM PLNHHHHM!!!"
All concerns dispelled, she was granted permission to experiment on the mysterious creature in whatever ways she saw fit - under the condition that all sessions be recorded
by a surveillance camera, to which she wholeheartedly agreed. As soon as the camera was installed and everyone had left, Andersen turned around to her prisoner with a small sigh of relief. The demon, tightly gagged so she wouldn't spew any nonsense while they had visitors, had been temporarily allowed to wear her scanty black lingerie again - anything else might have led to fatuous questions along the lines of "Why does she have to be naked?" or "Why is there lipstick on her breasts?"
But now, there was no more need for such formalities. Andersen crouched down between the girl's widely spread legs and, with sheer delight, started to unbutton her panties again. Taking notice of the muffled protests and the surge of crimson red that colored her beautiful face, she gave her small captive a gleeful smile.
"Oh, you thought I'd let you keep your panties? Quite the opposite, my dear... this is the last time you'll ever be wearing them. Say goodbye~"
Teasingly, she pulled down the tantalizing black leather garment, exposing the small demon's most intimate and most sensitive spot. Feasting her eyes on the girl's cute, bare pussy while enjoying her embarrassed whimpering from behind the gag, the woman simply couldn't help but bite her lip in excitement.
"Gosh, I've missed it already ~ Now let's put this to better use..."
All the succubus could do was watch, completely mortified, as her precious panties ended up decoratively draped over the camera. The small piece of clothing that was supposed to be covering her shame was now covering the lense instead, rendering the surveillance device useless.
"This only records video, if I'm not mistaken" the Professor said sweetly, leaning over the succubus, now naked safe for her top.
"Which means I'm free to do whatever I want~"
The delicate girl fell apart in heavenly laughter as her nails descended on her smooth armpits, travelling down her defenseless ribs and her taut tummy until they started to teasingly circle her cute belly button.
"Of course, so are you... Oh what's that? You want to laugh until your voice is gone? Say no more sweetie~"
"NHHHHMNPHH! NDMMPH MHHMHNHMHHNHN PLNNNNH NHMNNUHM!"
A surge of particularly frantic muffled begging brought Andersen back to the present. With mild curiosity, she looked up from her wine glass and tried to identify the cause of the commotion. The perpetrators were quickly found, two robotic hands that had worked their way up the succubus' torso and now took turns gently prodding and poking her exposed underarms, causing adorable efforts to escape by attempting to twist her upper body.
Of course, such freedom of movement was something she could only dream of. Her vulnerable, naked body stayed perfectly still, her arms stretched out and unable to lower even a millimeter, her smooth, agonizingly ticklish armpits remained nice and taut. The only reason Andersen could even tell what the girl was trying to do was because she had become an expert at reading even her tiniest, most subtle movements, the way certain muscles became more pronounced when she desperately pulled on her arms or the helpless twitching of her thighs as she tried to turn and twist her hips.
Watching her like this was so much fun. What a great idea it had been to just open the door and close it without leaving, fooling the succubus into thinking she would be left alone - while in reality, Andersen was sitting right here, observing the girl's wonderful reactions.
It couldn't quite compare to that heavenly sensation of her flawless, silky smooth skin under her fingers, and hearing all her cute, pathetic begging while driving her to insanity with nothing else but a few nails over her delicate body... but it had its own charme. She had a front row seat to her beautiful little captive's ticklish destruction, could enjoy watching the girl plead and whimper into her gag and seeing tears run down her pretty face from under the blindfold while the AI did its job, allowing her to relax in the meantime.
Although the Professor would have loved to hear her bright, uncontrollable laughter, seeing the small demon in such sweet despair more than made up for it. Sensory deprivation always worked wonders on her, increasing her already ridiculous sensitivity to mind boggling levels. And she absolutely dreaded the gag, becoming visibly panicked whenever the scientist even got close to the drawer where she kept it. It made her feel so much more helpless, not being able to voice her distress at all, being deprived even of the small mercy of laughter.
Andersen could only imagine how much the poor little thing must have wanted to scream, to let out some of the ticklish hysteria consuming her mind and body, only for it all to be swallowed by the thick rubber ball in her mouth while she was reduced to a silently suffering, drooling, quivering wreck.
The thought put a smile on her face.
"PNMMMFHHHN! MNHMNHHNNNNM PNMFHNNNMMH HNNNLMPMMMH!!!"
Andersen leaned back in her cozy chair, poured herself some more wine and felt her smile grow even wider as she made out a few particularly desperate wails beneath the gag. She had developed a very keen ear for the succubus' muffled begging - the girl was clearly trying to call for her.
God, how incredibly cute she was. Ripples appeared in the glass as the woman felt her hands beginning to shake, the excitement almost too much to bear. She wanted to tickle her so badly, sink her fingers into her warm, tender flesh and see the panic in those magical blue eyes...
"Patience" she whispered to herself, adjusting her collar as she felt the heat in the room starting to get to her. "Just a bit longer..."
She would let her adorable little pet stew just a bit more, let her turn even more frantic and desperate in her dark, isolated tickling hell. Let her slowly unravel in tears of ticklish distress and make her nice and tender for the main course. After all, she had planned something special for today.
About one hour and half a bottle of wine later, Andersen couldn't take it anymore. Setting her empty glass aside, the tall brunette stood up and pressed a button on her remote, ending the succubus' roughly twelve hours long torment. The hands, brushes and fingers that had been abusing every inch of hyper sensitive skin nonstop retracted into the machine, taking the headphones with them and leaving the small demon a panting, heaving pile of pure ticklishness. She was trembling all over, drenched in sweat, gasping and fighting for air under her thick ball gag while delayed fits of laughter occasionally shook her salacious body.
Brimming with anticipation, the Professor reached out and gently lifted the tear soaked sleeping mask covering the upper half of the girl's face. It warmed her heart to finally see her eyes again, sparkling with tears and widened in an expression between despair and endless relief. She loved how deeply those eyes looked into her soul, clinging to her as if she could disappear at any moment.
"Oh my, look at you..." Andersen welcomed her little guest back to the world of light. "So desperate already, and we haven't even started yet ~ Did you miss me?"
Nodding without a second of hesitation, the pitiful look on the girl's face almost made her melt on the spot.
"Aaww that's so sweet! It's alright my cute little pet, I'm here now..."
She put an index finger on her heaving chest, feeling the warmth of her irresistably soft skin. Lightly trailing her fingertip down the valley between her breasts and over her quivering stomach, the Professor's lips curled into a smile as the succubus erupted into adorable giggling under her gag.
"Ooh aren't we feeling hot and sensitive" she cooed, feeling the muscles in her tummy tremble and hearing the giggles turn into muffled laughter as she lightly fluttered her nails over the velvety skin. "You can't resist the smallest touch, can you...? You're sooo vulnerable~"
She tenderly brushed a few strands of pink hair from the girl's face.
"Now, shall I take off that mean gag?"
The pair of blue eyes lit up as the demon eagerly nodded again, mumbling something incomprehensible while heavily breathing through her nose. She raised her head so Andersen could undo the strap and obediently kept still as the scientist used her thumb to gently wipe a few droplets of spit from her chin. Then, finally, she removed the big rubber ball from her mouth.
Taking her first deep breath in almost a day, the demon gave her a look of heartfelt gratitude.
"T-thank you... thank you Professor..."
She was like clay in her hands. No matter how many times she toyed with the poor little thing, tickle tortured her to the verge of insanity, pushed her far beyond anything she could possibly take and then kept going for another few hours - all it took was some alone time with the machine and the girl would forget all about it.
In her mind the AI would slowly take the role of a sentient entity, with an evil mind of its own, an entity from whose clutches the Professor mercifully chose to save her. Overwhelmed by relief, she would reliably be completely submissive afterwards. It was hilarious how susceptible she was to the simplest of mind games.
"Now my dear" the woman said sweetly, feeling her heart beat faster as she took in the sight of the naked, ticklish demon, all bound and helpless and waiting to be ravaged by her fingers. "In exchange for me being so nice, I need you to cooperate a little bit, okay?"
She retrieved a small bottle of pills from the pocket of her lab coat.
"Today is a special day after all - it's our anniversary, can you believe that?"
"O-okay...?" her exhausted captive replied in a weak voice, tentatively eyeing the small plastic container.
"Yes! It's been three whole years since you moved in, isn't that great?" Andersen announced, raising her arms in a celebratory gesture.
The girl sunk even deeper into the cushy padding of the machine that held her in its merciless embrace.
"Hey, cheer up!" she attempted to elevate the mood. "I've even got a present for you~"
The succubus visibly perked up. Her eyes widened and her consternation gave way to a timid smile.
"Can you... can you maybe not tickle me today?"
No matter how hard she tried, Andersen couldn't keep herself from laughing at her hopeful expression. She could be so funny sometimes.
"Oh dear, don't be silly... I was talking about these little guys here."
She held the bottle in front of the girl's disappointed face before opening the lid and shaking one of the white, elliptical pills into her hand.
"My own invention, patent pending! Trust me, you're going to love them. So be nice and open wide~"
"Uhh... no t-thanks, this isn't necessary..." the demon tried to decline as politely as possible as she warily eyeballed the pill between her fingers. "I really don't want to..."
"It'll be so much fun, I promise. Come on, open..."
The girl was still hesitant. "B-but... last time you gave me someth-"
"Alright then..." Andersen said softly, the tone of her voice instantly silencing any further objections. With a dangerous smile, she put the pill back into the bottle before rubbing her hands together.
"Looks like you need some persuasion first~"
She gleefully grinned down at her naked captive, thrilled by the wide eyed terror that instantly took over her pretty little face. She looked so irresistable like this. Her trembling lips twisted into a cute, involuntary smile, beautifully contrasting the genuine fear in her eyes. The perfect portrait of ticklish anticipation.
"No... wait, please..."
Aaand here comes the laughter, Andersen thought as she lowered her wriggling fingers towards the girl's stretched, sensitive armpits. Hearing her let out those adorable little shrieks before her fingers even made contact was almost as fun as the tickling itself.
Three... two... one...
"Ahaha w-wait! I'll take it haha, I'll tahake it! Please don't, plehease I'm sohorry!"
"Nah-ah, too late~" the woman teased, her voice like honey. "Here come the tickles~"
"Nohoho! Sorry, sorry SOHORRYAAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!! NOT THAAHAHHAHAAT ARHGAHHAAH!"
It had almost been a whole day since her hands had been blessed with the heavenly feeling of the succubus' soft, creamy skin. With a blissful sigh, Andersen buried her fingers in her luscious armpits, stretched nice and taut and eagerly awaiting her touch. Her nails scribbled over the pale, smooth surfaces with abandon, danced along the familiar curves in an exalted fashion, only occasionally stopping to squeeze the sensitive flesh slightly below those lush valleys, eliciting hysterical squeals.
She had done this... how many times now? A thousand times maybe, at a conservative estimate? But no matter how often she did this, she could never get tired of it. Feeling her delicate body spasm under her probing fingertips, watching her face twist into this adorable expression of forced hilarity, it was magical.
"AHAHYAHAHAHAHAA STOHOHOHOHOOP!!! I PROHOHOMISE I WILL AHAHAHAHAHA TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIIIT!"
"I know you will" the woman replied with a devious smile. "But you were so tense earlier, I figured I'd help you relax a bit~"
"AIIIAHAHAHAM AEEEHEHEHEE! I AHAM RELAHAHAAHAHAHAA OHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEEEASE!!!"
"Oh no, not yet... but you will be in a couple minutes. Or an hour? Whatever, we have all the time in the world~"
"NOOOHOHOHOHOO!!! PLEHEASE AHAHAHAHAHAH NOHOHOT ANAHAHAHAA, NOT ANOHOHOUR!!"
Andersen's devilish fingers switched to light vertical motions, softly brushing up and down the pair of unbearably ticklish armpits, admiring the twitching of muscles beneath the skin as the little demon desperately tried to escape the maddening touch.
"So tell me... isn't it horrible, being so terribly sensitive... and sooo defenseless~?"
The woman felt her face heating up, greedily drinking up the girl's every reaction. She knew the teasing was making it even worse, which was why she loved doing it so much.
"These poor, ticklish armpits, all nice and taut... I bet you just want to lower your arms so bad, right...? How does it feel, knowing that you will never, ever be able to move them again~?"
"WAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAA!!!" The small demon was wailing now, throwing her head around in tickle induced madness.
"That's right honey, you will never get out of those cuffs~! You will simply stay like this forever, totally helpless... my permanent tickle slave~"
Her wide, blue eyes spelled nothing pure terror as the words seeped into her brain, further adding to her ticklish torment. "NOOOHOHOAHAHAHAHA!!! I BEHEHEHEG YOOHOHOHOHOUU AHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!"
"Mmmyes beg me ~ I still won't stop tickling these cute little pits~"
It was their usual game. She would drive her captive to the brink of madness, and in turn the small, hyper sensitive demon would reward her by screaming for mercy, knowing that she wouldn't receive any. A fun little tradition that kept both of them entertained.
After a while, she decided to spice it up a bit. Forcing the girl into riotous laughter by haphazardly poking the centers of her ticklish hollows, Andersen gave her a playful wink.
"How about we make this even better?" she teased. "Ready for some tongue tickles~?"
"AHAHAHOOHOAHA GOHOHOHOAD NOOHOHOHOHOOO!!! PLEHEHEEASE, ANYTHIHIING EHEHELSE!"
The helpless, naked demon was wildly bucking against her restraints, her eyes widening in horror. Savoring the sheer panic in her voice as desperate pleas mixed with her bright, girlish laughter and created a beautiful symphony, the woman slowly lowered her head, licking her lips as her mouth slowly came closer.
"Please keep it up, I love how your titties are shaking when you're thrashing like this... mmmh, so nice and jiggly, and sooo ticklish~"
She was at eye level with her captive's firm, perky breasts now, beautifully shaped and slightly swaying from side to side as the girl went crazy in her tight bondage. The supple white mounds were adorned by a pair of adorable pink nipples, two small, stiff nubs that were eagerly poking up as if to greet her.
"What a fantastic pair of puppies... awww, and look how hard your nipples are already! Are they excited to meet their best friend again? Well let's not disappoint them..."
"NOOOHOHOO!! THEY ARENT NYAHAHAHAHAHA!!! PLEHEHEASE, PLEASE DONT LIHIHICKAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!"
Never once ceasing the torturous dance of her nails over those tender armpits, Andersen gave her frantic victim a cheeky grin before her tongue made contact, slowly dragging over the girl's right nipple in a long, drawn out lick.
"GAHAHHAHAHA!!! HYAAHAHAHAH NOOHOAHAHAAHHAAH!!"
Despite how much she loved feeling the succubus' soft skin under her fingers - whether it was kneading her malleable, sensitive thighs like cookie dough, or lightly scratching the vulnerable gaps between her bubbly toes, or ravaging the silky smooth, immaculate soles of her feet until she could only squirm in silent laughter - there simply wasn't anything like this. Nothing could compare to the divine sensation of the succubus' flawless, luxurious skin against her teasing tongue. The thrill of exploring every inch of the demon's exquisitely ticklish body, feeling the shaking and trembling underneath her skin as the warm, raspy muscle violated her absurdly sensitive nerve endings.
The woman could have spent all day just licking her hysterical little prisoner all over - in fact, she had done so on multiple occasions. Savoring the heavenly aroma of her taut, tender stomach, the pale hollows of her underarms, her scrumptuous thighs, her gorgeous naked feet. The succubus simply tasted amazing. Whether she lapped away at her ticklish ribs, covered her juicy tits in small kisses or nibbled on her cute hips - every part of her stunning body deserved its own Michelin star. If she had to describe the subtle, intoxicating flavor, it reminded her of fresh strawberries - maybe with a hint of vanilla?
The only thing even better than the delicious taste was how crazy the demon went from the slightest touch of her tongue. The petite, pink haired girl couldn't stand even a second of it, shrieking and howling in mindless ticklish hysterics, frantically shaking her horned head around and often failing to even form words while the rough, slick tongue ravaged every inch of her delectable naked body. The Professor didn't know whether it was due to the strange feeling of the soft, yet strong muscle sinking into her tender skin or just the humiliation of being licked like a popsicle - whatever it was, it drove her insane.
"NAHAWAHAHAH, PLEEHEHEASAHAHA!! PROHOAAHAHAHA HYYAAAHAHAHA!!! PROFESSOR NOOAHAHAHAHAHAAA EEHEHEHEEE!!"
Among all her sweet, lickable spots, the girl's hot pink nipples were a special treat. They were simply irresistable - two little nubs of mind melting sensitivity, the mere anticipation enough to make them perk up as they performed their alluring dance atop her jiggling breasts, daring the woman to catch them with her teeth and let her tongue flick over their yearning tips. And that was exactly what she did. Capturing one of the succubus' rock hard nipples between her teeth, she introduced it to the raspy surface of her tongue, twirling it all around the sides and the tip, stimulating the unbearably ticklish rosebud with the tantalizing friction. Rolling it around like a piece of chocolate melting in her mouth, gently nibbling it, sucking on it with playful cruelty.
Blissfully, Andersen observed the poor girl's face as she went absolutely ballistic.
"WAAHAHAHAHA!!! NOOHOHOHAHA!!! AHAIIM BEGGING YOHOHOHOU AHAHAHAHAHAAH STOHOHOHOOOP!!! PLEHEHEHEEASE, PLEHEASE NO MOHOHOHOHOORE!"
"Mmmyes, moar..."
She let the stiff, wet bud escape her mouth with a small pop and grinned as she watched the succubus' face, contorted into a mask of ticklish panic, while her fingers constantly resumed their hellish waltz over her armpits.
"And more and more... more lickles for your poor ticklish nips, and there's nooothing you can do about it~"
She gave another slow, torturous lick and giggled as the little demon exploded in another fit of laughter, overwhelmed by the maddening sensation pulsing through her overstimulated, hyper sensitive nipple.
"Awww it's unbearable isn't it~? They are soooo close, and yet you can't protect them at all~" she sang, her voice dripping with glee as she relished in the girl's suffering. By the way the small demon howled in response, she knew she had nailed it. It had to be hell for her, being completely helpless and forced to watch while the Professor teased and tormented her stiff, aching nipples, right under her eyes.
Andersen on the other hand was in heaven. With a gaze of obsessive adoration, she greedily absorbed the girl's desperate reactions - the tears that ran down her reddened cheeks; her big, pleading eyes, ocean blue and so full of ticklish agony. Her pearly white teeth, sharper than a human's, constantly bared as her mouth was forced wide open in desperate laughter.
"HAHAYHAHAHA SOHOHOHORRY!!! AHAIILLTAHAKE IT HAHAHAHAA AEEHEIHILL TAHAHAKE IHIIIT!! NO MOHOHOHORE HAHAHAHHAA!!!"
"Oh no, you had your chance honey. Maybe in another hour..." her tormentor denied her, not stopping for even a second. Although she had found the girl's small act of defiance more cute than anything, she still needed to learn her lesson. Without a care in the world, Andersen gently nibbled and sucked on her delectable nipple before eventually switching to the other, rapidly flicking her tongue over its tip.
The demon let out a high pitched squeal, her body spasming as if it was being electrocuted.
"HYYAHAHAH NOOOHOHOHO!!! PLEHEHEAASE AHAHAHAHAH!! JUHUST GIVE IT TOHO MEHEHEHEEE!! PLEHEHHEHEHEASE HAVE MEHERCY!!!"
In response, the woman dug her nails even deeper into her helpless underarms, scratching the taut, tender skin without mercy.
"You're so adorable when you become desperate like this... you know what, make that two hours~"
In the end, Andersen had no idea how much time she spent purely devoted to licking the succubus' beautiful erect nipples, polishing the hyper sensitive little nubs and rolling them between her teeth as if they were candy drops.
Overjoyed by the demon's heavenly sounds of despair and the delicious taste in her mouth, she closed her eyes with a smile of endless satisfaction.
Next part:
Toying with a Succubus - Part 2
There might be some details that feel irrelevant to the story right now, but they will serve a purpose at some point, I hope.
Also, I'm splitting this into 2 parts because the whole thing feels way too long.
The previous part can be found here:
Experimenting on a Succubus
Toying with a Succubus - Part 1
It was so hot. It hadn't been this bad when they had first brought her here. The warm, sultry air was hugging and smothering her like a thick blanket. The heat covered her entire naked body with a glistening sheen of perspiration, leaving her smooth skin wet and slippery. And somehow, it made her even more sensitive.
She could feel everything. The droplets of sweat running down her tender sides, slowly trickling down her supple, ever so slightly trembling thighs. Her tears seeping through the blindfold and running down her cheeks, tickling her along the way almost as if to mock her. The small trickle of spit escaping the corners of her mouth, forced open by the large ball gag between her teeth.
She could even feel the slight turbulences in the air whenever the door would open and close - their complete absence was how she knew she was still alone.
She couldn't see, she couldn't hear, so all she could do was feel.
"HMMNNNPHMNNNNH!!! NHUMH MHNGH PHLMNNNNNH!! MNHUMMMHMPH!!!"
The robotic arms in her seat, as the Professor had explained in minute detail, were controlled by an advanced artificial intelligence. The intricacies had been lost on her back then due to her state of tickle induced panic, but what little she had understood caused her to be even more frightened of those hours at night, when the tall, attractive older woman would stop sending her into a screaming frenzy with the light stroking of her nails, wish her Good night with a look of affectionate care in her eyes, plant a small kiss on her forehead and, ignoring all her desperate pleas, push the button to activate this devilish machine.
Apparently, these arms had the ability to learn and improve on their own over time, and she could attest they were everything they were cracked up to be.
It was scary how well they knew her, how easily they had discovered every last one of her weak spots and made every inch of her taut, ticklish body their own. The multitude of appliances worked over her smooth skin in unpredictable patterns, gliding along the slick surface without any resistance, mercilessly exploiting her abnormal sensitivity with surgical precision.
Mechanical hands with rubbery fingertips squeezing her sides and prodding between her ribs, feathers of various lengths, ranging from stiff and bristly to soft and fluffy trailing along her smooth legs, teasing the sensitive underside of her breasts and tickling her pointy ears. Electric flossers violating the insanely ticklish spaces inbetween her splayed toes, each one firmly tied back with its own individual metal brace, hairbrushes dragging across the taut, soft soles of her feet that made her howl like a trapped animal.
It was a seemingly endless onslaught of maddening sensations that drowned her mind in suffering. A terrifying choreography of ticklish cruelty, honed to perfection on her perfectly immobilized, defenseless body. Every frantic squeal, every muffled scream, every time her hands helplessly clenched into fists or her poor little toes strained against their bondage, the sensors would immediately pick up on it and make another tiny adjustment. Over months and years of laughing, begging the soulless machine to stop and praying that it would finally end, all she did was generate more data to further upgrade her own torturous prison.
"PLNNNMMHF! MHNMMMGH NNHHHM MHD HNUMNN! HMMMNHMPHHHMF!!!"
Did it tickle worse than the Professor? No, certainly not. Even in the throes of ticklish anguish, she knew that as soon as the hands and brushes slowed down and eventually stopped, as soon as she felt that subtle turbulence in the air that told her the door to her chamber was opened and announced the older woman's presence, an entirely different kind of panic would be welling up deep inside her.
Her heart would begin to race, her face would start burning like a bonfire, her mouth would twist into this stupid crazy smile that she simply couldn't suppress, as if her body was already preparing to laugh like a lunatic. Fully anticipating to be made her plaything once more - nothing but a helpless, ticklish toy, a musical instrument that the sadistic scientist could play however she wanted, producing adorable shrieks and giggles for her twisted entertainment. She dreaded the daunting woman's arrival with every fiber of her being.
And yet, she needed it. More than anything else. She couldn't take it, enduring this endless agony all by herself. Being alone in the darkness - bound, gagged and blindfolded, her ears covered by noise cancelling headphones, with no sense of time and nothing to focus on except the grueling, mind melting tickling. Nothing but the countless feathers and brushes diligently exploring every inch of her taut, vulnerable body, with no regard for her well-being or her sanity, with no heart that could be swayed by the desperate pleas she screamed into her thick ball gag.
She couldn't tell how many days it had been since the Professor had left her alone like this, but she was at her limit. She desperately longed for someone, anyone, to be here with her, even if it was that deranged maniac whose only goal seemed to be tickling and humiliating her. She craved the familiar disturbance in the air when the door would finally open and signal the woman's arrival.
Sobbing in silent laughter as the brushes went to town on her buttery soft soles again, she wordlessly begged for her return.
Please, come back. Please. Please...
Senior researcher Professor Andersen slouched in her comfortable armchair, lazily swirling the wine in her glass and admiring the colorful refractions. Sitting roughly five feet away from the succubus, she had spent the better part of a day relaxing while enjoying a bottle of an exceptionally fine vintage - and, of course, observing the delightfully sensitive girl fruitlessly struggle against her restraints.
Obviously those efforts were rather limited in nature, given that the adorable little demon was bound so tightly that she could hardly move a muscle. All four of her limbs were being swallowed by genetically engineered bondage sleeves, the gooey artificial organisms encasing each of her arms and legs up to the knees and elbows, sucking them in with irresistable force and creating a set of comfortable, yet nearly indestructable restraints.
Additionally, she had her toes tied back to draw her soles taut and further increase the helplessness of her cute, insanely ticklish feet. The girl with her delicate, yet buxom form was left totally immobilized, trapped in a provocative spread eagle position that beautifully emphasized her complete nudity.
"HHLMMMPH MMMNH!! HNUGHNMM MHLPHM HNMNHHHMHM!!!"
To Andersen, she was like a work of art, one that she could simply watch for hours. Fully naked and on display, her luxurious body was nothing short of breathtaking. Tight, but still wonderfully soft to the touch, blessed with exciting curves and skin like alabaster. The sweat glistening on her smooth, milky thighs, on her trembling tummy and the white mounds of her gorgeous, jiggling boobs gave her an almost divine look, the senior researcher thought to herself as she raised the glass to her lips, peeking over its edge with a lustful gaze.
Yet another interesting thing she had learned about succubi over the past three years: Their sweat never seemed to produce the sort of unpleasant odor human sweat would cause over time. On the contrary, it gave off an enticing scent that had a faint sweetness, and grew more and more addictive the longer it lingered in the air - an immensely potent pheromone, as she had confirmed through various tests.
They were a fascinating species to be sure. Their biochemistry was mindblowing, a miracle of nature that held the potential to advance science and human civilization as a whole, if harnessed properly. Contrary to what she regularly wrote in her reports to the higher ups, Andersen had little doubt that she would be able to create the formula they wanted from her, the reason why they had built this whole facility in the first place. The problem was that this would spell the end of the secret research project, and thus her private playtime with the succubus. Consequently, the senior researcher made sure that the lab developed all sorts of groundbreaking pharmaceutical agents derived from the girl's DNA - except the one they were supposed to.
Andersen's discovery of the pheromone would prove to be quite convenient in an unexpected way: It helped greatly reduce any internal dissent regarding her somewhat unorthodox treatment of the test subject. After she had invited some of her more vocal critics to the testing chamber for a demonstration of her very humane research, and made sure they inhaled plenty of the sweet fragrance in the process, the other researchers suddenly became much more understanding of her methods. In the end, she had to exert all her authority to stop some of the scientists from tickling the gorgeous demon girl themselves. It turned out that the very trait that was supposed to be a succubus' biggest weapon could very well be their weakness - and the cunning woman took advantage of said weakness masterfully.
"HNNNUMNNHH! MMNNHHHNHMN HHHNUMPHM PLNHHHHM!!!"
All concerns dispelled, she was granted permission to experiment on the mysterious creature in whatever ways she saw fit - under the condition that all sessions be recorded
by a surveillance camera, to which she wholeheartedly agreed. As soon as the camera was installed and everyone had left, Andersen turned around to her prisoner with a small sigh of relief. The demon, tightly gagged so she wouldn't spew any nonsense while they had visitors, had been temporarily allowed to wear her scanty black lingerie again - anything else might have led to fatuous questions along the lines of "Why does she have to be naked?" or "Why is there lipstick on her breasts?"
But now, there was no more need for such formalities. Andersen crouched down between the girl's widely spread legs and, with sheer delight, started to unbutton her panties again. Taking notice of the muffled protests and the surge of crimson red that colored her beautiful face, she gave her small captive a gleeful smile.
"Oh, you thought I'd let you keep your panties? Quite the opposite, my dear... this is the last time you'll ever be wearing them. Say goodbye~"
Teasingly, she pulled down the tantalizing black leather garment, exposing the small demon's most intimate and most sensitive spot. Feasting her eyes on the girl's cute, bare pussy while enjoying her embarrassed whimpering from behind the gag, the woman simply couldn't help but bite her lip in excitement.
"Gosh, I've missed it already ~ Now let's put this to better use..."
All the succubus could do was watch, completely mortified, as her precious panties ended up decoratively draped over the camera. The small piece of clothing that was supposed to be covering her shame was now covering the lense instead, rendering the surveillance device useless.
"This only records video, if I'm not mistaken" the Professor said sweetly, leaning over the succubus, now naked safe for her top.
"Which means I'm free to do whatever I want~"
The delicate girl fell apart in heavenly laughter as her nails descended on her smooth armpits, travelling down her defenseless ribs and her taut tummy until they started to teasingly circle her cute belly button.
"Of course, so are you... Oh what's that? You want to laugh until your voice is gone? Say no more sweetie~"
"NHHHHMNPHH! NDMMPH MHHMHNHMHHNHN PLNNNNH NHMNNUHM!"
A surge of particularly frantic muffled begging brought Andersen back to the present. With mild curiosity, she looked up from her wine glass and tried to identify the cause of the commotion. The perpetrators were quickly found, two robotic hands that had worked their way up the succubus' torso and now took turns gently prodding and poking her exposed underarms, causing adorable efforts to escape by attempting to twist her upper body.
Of course, such freedom of movement was something she could only dream of. Her vulnerable, naked body stayed perfectly still, her arms stretched out and unable to lower even a millimeter, her smooth, agonizingly ticklish armpits remained nice and taut. The only reason Andersen could even tell what the girl was trying to do was because she had become an expert at reading even her tiniest, most subtle movements, the way certain muscles became more pronounced when she desperately pulled on her arms or the helpless twitching of her thighs as she tried to turn and twist her hips.
Watching her like this was so much fun. What a great idea it had been to just open the door and close it without leaving, fooling the succubus into thinking she would be left alone - while in reality, Andersen was sitting right here, observing the girl's wonderful reactions.
It couldn't quite compare to that heavenly sensation of her flawless, silky smooth skin under her fingers, and hearing all her cute, pathetic begging while driving her to insanity with nothing else but a few nails over her delicate body... but it had its own charme. She had a front row seat to her beautiful little captive's ticklish destruction, could enjoy watching the girl plead and whimper into her gag and seeing tears run down her pretty face from under the blindfold while the AI did its job, allowing her to relax in the meantime.
Although the Professor would have loved to hear her bright, uncontrollable laughter, seeing the small demon in such sweet despair more than made up for it. Sensory deprivation always worked wonders on her, increasing her already ridiculous sensitivity to mind boggling levels. And she absolutely dreaded the gag, becoming visibly panicked whenever the scientist even got close to the drawer where she kept it. It made her feel so much more helpless, not being able to voice her distress at all, being deprived even of the small mercy of laughter.
Andersen could only imagine how much the poor little thing must have wanted to scream, to let out some of the ticklish hysteria consuming her mind and body, only for it all to be swallowed by the thick rubber ball in her mouth while she was reduced to a silently suffering, drooling, quivering wreck.
The thought put a smile on her face.
"PNMMMFHHHN! MNHMNHHNNNNM PNMFHNNNMMH HNNNLMPMMMH!!!"
Andersen leaned back in her cozy chair, poured herself some more wine and felt her smile grow even wider as she made out a few particularly desperate wails beneath the gag. She had developed a very keen ear for the succubus' muffled begging - the girl was clearly trying to call for her.
God, how incredibly cute she was. Ripples appeared in the glass as the woman felt her hands beginning to shake, the excitement almost too much to bear. She wanted to tickle her so badly, sink her fingers into her warm, tender flesh and see the panic in those magical blue eyes...
"Patience" she whispered to herself, adjusting her collar as she felt the heat in the room starting to get to her. "Just a bit longer..."
She would let her adorable little pet stew just a bit more, let her turn even more frantic and desperate in her dark, isolated tickling hell. Let her slowly unravel in tears of ticklish distress and make her nice and tender for the main course. After all, she had planned something special for today.
About one hour and half a bottle of wine later, Andersen couldn't take it anymore. Setting her empty glass aside, the tall brunette stood up and pressed a button on her remote, ending the succubus' roughly twelve hours long torment. The hands, brushes and fingers that had been abusing every inch of hyper sensitive skin nonstop retracted into the machine, taking the headphones with them and leaving the small demon a panting, heaving pile of pure ticklishness. She was trembling all over, drenched in sweat, gasping and fighting for air under her thick ball gag while delayed fits of laughter occasionally shook her salacious body.
Brimming with anticipation, the Professor reached out and gently lifted the tear soaked sleeping mask covering the upper half of the girl's face. It warmed her heart to finally see her eyes again, sparkling with tears and widened in an expression between despair and endless relief. She loved how deeply those eyes looked into her soul, clinging to her as if she could disappear at any moment.
"Oh my, look at you..." Andersen welcomed her little guest back to the world of light. "So desperate already, and we haven't even started yet ~ Did you miss me?"
Nodding without a second of hesitation, the pitiful look on the girl's face almost made her melt on the spot.
"Aaww that's so sweet! It's alright my cute little pet, I'm here now..."
She put an index finger on her heaving chest, feeling the warmth of her irresistably soft skin. Lightly trailing her fingertip down the valley between her breasts and over her quivering stomach, the Professor's lips curled into a smile as the succubus erupted into adorable giggling under her gag.
"Ooh aren't we feeling hot and sensitive" she cooed, feeling the muscles in her tummy tremble and hearing the giggles turn into muffled laughter as she lightly fluttered her nails over the velvety skin. "You can't resist the smallest touch, can you...? You're sooo vulnerable~"
She tenderly brushed a few strands of pink hair from the girl's face.
"Now, shall I take off that mean gag?"
The pair of blue eyes lit up as the demon eagerly nodded again, mumbling something incomprehensible while heavily breathing through her nose. She raised her head so Andersen could undo the strap and obediently kept still as the scientist used her thumb to gently wipe a few droplets of spit from her chin. Then, finally, she removed the big rubber ball from her mouth.
Taking her first deep breath in almost a day, the demon gave her a look of heartfelt gratitude.
"T-thank you... thank you Professor..."
She was like clay in her hands. No matter how many times she toyed with the poor little thing, tickle tortured her to the verge of insanity, pushed her far beyond anything she could possibly take and then kept going for another few hours - all it took was some alone time with the machine and the girl would forget all about it.
In her mind the AI would slowly take the role of a sentient entity, with an evil mind of its own, an entity from whose clutches the Professor mercifully chose to save her. Overwhelmed by relief, she would reliably be completely submissive afterwards. It was hilarious how susceptible she was to the simplest of mind games.
"Now my dear" the woman said sweetly, feeling her heart beat faster as she took in the sight of the naked, ticklish demon, all bound and helpless and waiting to be ravaged by her fingers. "In exchange for me being so nice, I need you to cooperate a little bit, okay?"
She retrieved a small bottle of pills from the pocket of her lab coat.
"Today is a special day after all - it's our anniversary, can you believe that?"
"O-okay...?" her exhausted captive replied in a weak voice, tentatively eyeing the small plastic container.
"Yes! It's been three whole years since you moved in, isn't that great?" Andersen announced, raising her arms in a celebratory gesture.
The girl sunk even deeper into the cushy padding of the machine that held her in its merciless embrace.
"Hey, cheer up!" she attempted to elevate the mood. "I've even got a present for you~"
The succubus visibly perked up. Her eyes widened and her consternation gave way to a timid smile.
"Can you... can you maybe not tickle me today?"
No matter how hard she tried, Andersen couldn't keep herself from laughing at her hopeful expression. She could be so funny sometimes.
"Oh dear, don't be silly... I was talking about these little guys here."
She held the bottle in front of the girl's disappointed face before opening the lid and shaking one of the white, elliptical pills into her hand.
"My own invention, patent pending! Trust me, you're going to love them. So be nice and open wide~"
"Uhh... no t-thanks, this isn't necessary..." the demon tried to decline as politely as possible as she warily eyeballed the pill between her fingers. "I really don't want to..."
"It'll be so much fun, I promise. Come on, open..."
The girl was still hesitant. "B-but... last time you gave me someth-"
"Alright then..." Andersen said softly, the tone of her voice instantly silencing any further objections. With a dangerous smile, she put the pill back into the bottle before rubbing her hands together.
"Looks like you need some persuasion first~"
She gleefully grinned down at her naked captive, thrilled by the wide eyed terror that instantly took over her pretty little face. She looked so irresistable like this. Her trembling lips twisted into a cute, involuntary smile, beautifully contrasting the genuine fear in her eyes. The perfect portrait of ticklish anticipation.
"No... wait, please..."
Aaand here comes the laughter, Andersen thought as she lowered her wriggling fingers towards the girl's stretched, sensitive armpits. Hearing her let out those adorable little shrieks before her fingers even made contact was almost as fun as the tickling itself.
Three... two... one...
"Ahaha w-wait! I'll take it haha, I'll tahake it! Please don't, plehease I'm sohorry!"
"Nah-ah, too late~" the woman teased, her voice like honey. "Here come the tickles~"
"Nohoho! Sorry, sorry SOHORRYAAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!! NOT THAAHAHHAHAAT ARHGAHHAAH!"
It had almost been a whole day since her hands had been blessed with the heavenly feeling of the succubus' soft, creamy skin. With a blissful sigh, Andersen buried her fingers in her luscious armpits, stretched nice and taut and eagerly awaiting her touch. Her nails scribbled over the pale, smooth surfaces with abandon, danced along the familiar curves in an exalted fashion, only occasionally stopping to squeeze the sensitive flesh slightly below those lush valleys, eliciting hysterical squeals.
She had done this... how many times now? A thousand times maybe, at a conservative estimate? But no matter how often she did this, she could never get tired of it. Feeling her delicate body spasm under her probing fingertips, watching her face twist into this adorable expression of forced hilarity, it was magical.
"AHAHYAHAHAHAHAA STOHOHOHOHOOP!!! I PROHOHOMISE I WILL AHAHAHAHAHA TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIIIT!"
"I know you will" the woman replied with a devious smile. "But you were so tense earlier, I figured I'd help you relax a bit~"
"AIIIAHAHAHAM AEEEHEHEHEE! I AHAM RELAHAHAAHAHAHAA OHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEEEASE!!!"
"Oh no, not yet... but you will be in a couple minutes. Or an hour? Whatever, we have all the time in the world~"
"NOOOHOHOHOHOO!!! PLEHEASE AHAHAHAHAHAH NOHOHOT ANAHAHAHAA, NOT ANOHOHOUR!!"
Andersen's devilish fingers switched to light vertical motions, softly brushing up and down the pair of unbearably ticklish armpits, admiring the twitching of muscles beneath the skin as the little demon desperately tried to escape the maddening touch.
"So tell me... isn't it horrible, being so terribly sensitive... and sooo defenseless~?"
The woman felt her face heating up, greedily drinking up the girl's every reaction. She knew the teasing was making it even worse, which was why she loved doing it so much.
"These poor, ticklish armpits, all nice and taut... I bet you just want to lower your arms so bad, right...? How does it feel, knowing that you will never, ever be able to move them again~?"
"WAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAA!!!" The small demon was wailing now, throwing her head around in tickle induced madness.
"That's right honey, you will never get out of those cuffs~! You will simply stay like this forever, totally helpless... my permanent tickle slave~"
Her wide, blue eyes spelled nothing pure terror as the words seeped into her brain, further adding to her ticklish torment. "NOOOHOHOAHAHAHAHA!!! I BEHEHEHEG YOOHOHOHOHOUU AHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!"
"Mmmyes beg me ~ I still won't stop tickling these cute little pits~"
It was their usual game. She would drive her captive to the brink of madness, and in turn the small, hyper sensitive demon would reward her by screaming for mercy, knowing that she wouldn't receive any. A fun little tradition that kept both of them entertained.
After a while, she decided to spice it up a bit. Forcing the girl into riotous laughter by haphazardly poking the centers of her ticklish hollows, Andersen gave her a playful wink.
"How about we make this even better?" she teased. "Ready for some tongue tickles~?"
"AHAHAHOOHOAHA GOHOHOHOAD NOOHOHOHOHOOO!!! PLEHEHEEASE, ANYTHIHIING EHEHELSE!"
The helpless, naked demon was wildly bucking against her restraints, her eyes widening in horror. Savoring the sheer panic in her voice as desperate pleas mixed with her bright, girlish laughter and created a beautiful symphony, the woman slowly lowered her head, licking her lips as her mouth slowly came closer.
"Please keep it up, I love how your titties are shaking when you're thrashing like this... mmmh, so nice and jiggly, and sooo ticklish~"
She was at eye level with her captive's firm, perky breasts now, beautifully shaped and slightly swaying from side to side as the girl went crazy in her tight bondage. The supple white mounds were adorned by a pair of adorable pink nipples, two small, stiff nubs that were eagerly poking up as if to greet her.
"What a fantastic pair of puppies... awww, and look how hard your nipples are already! Are they excited to meet their best friend again? Well let's not disappoint them..."
"NOOOHOHOO!! THEY ARENT NYAHAHAHAHAHA!!! PLEHEHEASE, PLEASE DONT LIHIHICKAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!"
Never once ceasing the torturous dance of her nails over those tender armpits, Andersen gave her frantic victim a cheeky grin before her tongue made contact, slowly dragging over the girl's right nipple in a long, drawn out lick.
"GAHAHHAHAHA!!! HYAAHAHAHAH NOOHOAHAHAAHHAAH!!"
Despite how much she loved feeling the succubus' soft skin under her fingers - whether it was kneading her malleable, sensitive thighs like cookie dough, or lightly scratching the vulnerable gaps between her bubbly toes, or ravaging the silky smooth, immaculate soles of her feet until she could only squirm in silent laughter - there simply wasn't anything like this. Nothing could compare to the divine sensation of the succubus' flawless, luxurious skin against her teasing tongue. The thrill of exploring every inch of the demon's exquisitely ticklish body, feeling the shaking and trembling underneath her skin as the warm, raspy muscle violated her absurdly sensitive nerve endings.
The woman could have spent all day just licking her hysterical little prisoner all over - in fact, she had done so on multiple occasions. Savoring the heavenly aroma of her taut, tender stomach, the pale hollows of her underarms, her scrumptuous thighs, her gorgeous naked feet. The succubus simply tasted amazing. Whether she lapped away at her ticklish ribs, covered her juicy tits in small kisses or nibbled on her cute hips - every part of her stunning body deserved its own Michelin star. If she had to describe the subtle, intoxicating flavor, it reminded her of fresh strawberries - maybe with a hint of vanilla?
The only thing even better than the delicious taste was how crazy the demon went from the slightest touch of her tongue. The petite, pink haired girl couldn't stand even a second of it, shrieking and howling in mindless ticklish hysterics, frantically shaking her horned head around and often failing to even form words while the rough, slick tongue ravaged every inch of her delectable naked body. The Professor didn't know whether it was due to the strange feeling of the soft, yet strong muscle sinking into her tender skin or just the humiliation of being licked like a popsicle - whatever it was, it drove her insane.
"NAHAWAHAHAH, PLEEHEHEASAHAHA!! PROHOAAHAHAHA HYYAAAHAHAHA!!! PROFESSOR NOOAHAHAHAHAHAAA EEHEHEHEEE!!"
Among all her sweet, lickable spots, the girl's hot pink nipples were a special treat. They were simply irresistable - two little nubs of mind melting sensitivity, the mere anticipation enough to make them perk up as they performed their alluring dance atop her jiggling breasts, daring the woman to catch them with her teeth and let her tongue flick over their yearning tips. And that was exactly what she did. Capturing one of the succubus' rock hard nipples between her teeth, she introduced it to the raspy surface of her tongue, twirling it all around the sides and the tip, stimulating the unbearably ticklish rosebud with the tantalizing friction. Rolling it around like a piece of chocolate melting in her mouth, gently nibbling it, sucking on it with playful cruelty.
Blissfully, Andersen observed the poor girl's face as she went absolutely ballistic.
"WAAHAHAHAHA!!! NOOHOHOHAHA!!! AHAIIM BEGGING YOHOHOHOU AHAHAHAHAHAAH STOHOHOHOOOP!!! PLEHEHEHEEASE, PLEHEASE NO MOHOHOHOHOORE!"
"Mmmyes, moar..."
She let the stiff, wet bud escape her mouth with a small pop and grinned as she watched the succubus' face, contorted into a mask of ticklish panic, while her fingers constantly resumed their hellish waltz over her armpits.
"And more and more... more lickles for your poor ticklish nips, and there's nooothing you can do about it~"
She gave another slow, torturous lick and giggled as the little demon exploded in another fit of laughter, overwhelmed by the maddening sensation pulsing through her overstimulated, hyper sensitive nipple.
"Awww it's unbearable isn't it~? They are soooo close, and yet you can't protect them at all~" she sang, her voice dripping with glee as she relished in the girl's suffering. By the way the small demon howled in response, she knew she had nailed it. It had to be hell for her, being completely helpless and forced to watch while the Professor teased and tormented her stiff, aching nipples, right under her eyes.
Andersen on the other hand was in heaven. With a gaze of obsessive adoration, she greedily absorbed the girl's desperate reactions - the tears that ran down her reddened cheeks; her big, pleading eyes, ocean blue and so full of ticklish agony. Her pearly white teeth, sharper than a human's, constantly bared as her mouth was forced wide open in desperate laughter.
"HAHAYHAHAHA SOHOHOHORRY!!! AHAIILLTAHAKE IT HAHAHAHAA AEEHEIHILL TAHAHAKE IHIIIT!! NO MOHOHOHORE HAHAHAHHAA!!!"
"Oh no, you had your chance honey. Maybe in another hour..." her tormentor denied her, not stopping for even a second. Although she had found the girl's small act of defiance more cute than anything, she still needed to learn her lesson. Without a care in the world, Andersen gently nibbled and sucked on her delectable nipple before eventually switching to the other, rapidly flicking her tongue over its tip.
The demon let out a high pitched squeal, her body spasming as if it was being electrocuted.
"HYYAHAHAH NOOOHOHOHO!!! PLEHEHEAASE AHAHAHAHAH!! JUHUST GIVE IT TOHO MEHEHEHEEE!! PLEHEHHEHEHEASE HAVE MEHERCY!!!"
In response, the woman dug her nails even deeper into her helpless underarms, scratching the taut, tender skin without mercy.
"You're so adorable when you become desperate like this... you know what, make that two hours~"
In the end, Andersen had no idea how much time she spent purely devoted to licking the succubus' beautiful erect nipples, polishing the hyper sensitive little nubs and rolling them between her teeth as if they were candy drops.
Overjoyed by the demon's heavenly sounds of despair and the delicious taste in her mouth, she closed her eyes with a smile of endless satisfaction.
Next part:
Toying with a Succubus - Part 2
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