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A story that I'm sharing here with the gracious permission of my client:
Tickling | Peeing | Monkeys | 1940's comic references
In which Yor Forger is tickled by monkeys in the jungle until she wets herself.
The Thorn Princess emerged from the crashing surf onto the pristine sands of the uncharted island, her soaked black tactical bodysuit clinging like a second skin. Saltwater traced down her curves, highlighting every lethal inch of her physique.
She was at the beginning of a reconnaissance op on a remote, uncharted island in the Ostania Sea - rumored to harbor experimental bioweapons of some sort. Her handlers had dropped her via submarine insertion, but a storm scattered her gear, leaving her utterly alone on the sandy shores. No backup. No extraction timeline. Just the soughing of wind through banyan trees and the distant chatter of primates. The storm had broken, and the sun was shining - all in all, it was one of the more serene missions she'd been sent on.
She kicked off her boots with a sigh of relief, toes sinking into warm sand, then unzipped the suit with deliberate slowness. The fabric peeled away, revealing her flawless nudity beneath - no underwear necessary for a mission like this. Her porcelain skin practically glowed under the tropical sun as her massive breasts tumbled free from the suit, swaying hypnotically with a soft jiggle as they settled. Her nipples perked up in the humid breeze, but she didn't mind - it was a hot day, and she would dry quickly.
Her toned abs flexed as she shimmied the suit down her wide hips. The trim patch of her pubic hair came into view, framing plump pussy lips that glistened faintly with ocean dew. As she bent to step out of the suit, her heart-shaped ass cheeks parted with a quiver, revealing the tight pink pucker of her asshole to the empty shoreline.
Now fully naked, Yor rummaged through her waterproof pack to find her secret indulgence of the mission, a guilty pleasure: a leopard-print loincloth and matching bikini top. As soon as she'd heard that this mission would be taking her to a remote tropical jungle, she knew this was her one chance to live out her childhood fantasy of swinging through the trees like her favorite comic book heroine: Sheena, Queen of the Jungle.
She tied the bikini on first, the stretchy fabric straining valiantly against her overflowing tits. Her breasts jiggled enticingly as she adjusted it, and her nipples throbbed with anticipation as they brushed against the rough weave of the fabric.
"Hmm... tight fit," she noted as she cupped her breasts from below. She circled her thumbs over her nipples one more time, and a shiver of excitement traveled down her spine.
Next she tugged the loincloth into place, a skimpy triangle of spotted fabric that barely covered her mound, tied at the hips with thin strings. She tugged it into place, the material wedging teasingly between her pussy lips, outlining her cameltoe.
Since no one was watching, Yor struck a few poses like her comic idol. Hands on hips, chest thrust out. She gave a kick, then swung into a squat, then sprung up out of it as her ass cheeks clapped softly.
Whooping with a wild joy, Yor seized a vine and launched into the canopy at the edge of the shore. Thick tangles dangled like ropes from the towering trees, and Yor swung with an assassin's grace. Her muscles flexing, breasts bouncing wildly, loincloth fluttering to flash her pussy lips to the empty air. The wind kissed her skin, heightening the sensation of nipples chafing against the bra, and the loincloth's string wedged deliciously between her ass cheeks. She laughed, pure and wild, soaring from branch to branch, the island's humid embrace making her skin shine.
But alas, Yor was no jungle queen like her hero. Her clumsiness betrayed her mid-swing when a vine snapped under her weight, and she plummeted into a snarling web of creepers on her descent. She landed in a tangle of vines with her arms pinned above her head, and her legs splayed wide. The loincloth hiked up completely, exposing her glistening slit and puckered asshole to the dappled sunlight. Her bikini top had also slipped, one breast fully bared, nipple erect and vulnerable.
"Nngh! Stupid vines!" she growled, straining against the tangled bonds. She was trapped, nearly spread-eagled ten feet off the ground, her body a lewd offering to the wild.
That's when they came. A troop of cute, curious monkeys - small, golden-furred capuchin-like creatures with bright eyes and nimble fingers, chittered from the branches. The look they gave her was eerily intelligent as they tilted their heads, sniffing the air. One bold male leaped onto her thigh, its tiny paws exploring her smooth skin.
"H-hey! Shoo!" Yor yelped, but more joined, swarming her.
Their touches were bold, exploratory. Dexterous fingers fondled her inner thighs, tracing up to her exposed pussy. A female monkey pinched Yor's swollen nipple, sending a burst of pleasure straight to her clit.
"Ahh! Stop that!" Yor gasped, her body twisting involuntarily. Another monkey latched onto her other breast, suckling the nipple through the bikini top before yanking the fabric away entirely. Her massive tits spilled free, wobbling as paws kneaded them like dough, thumbs flicking the sensitive buds. Heat bloomed between her legs and her pussy lips parted, dripping nectar onto the vines below.
"Get OFF me, you little perverts!" Yor yelled, her voice echoing through the canopy. But the monkeys only chittered gleefully, their strange intelligence gleaming in their eyes. They knew she was helpless.
One of their fluffy tails traced along her lowest rib, and she bit her cheek hard to suppress the giggle bubbling up in her throat. The monkeys sensed her vulnerability, however, and more hands joined in, spidering up her ribs and towards her heaving breasts.
"Pfft - n-no! Stohop that!" she whispered fiercely, cheeks puffing as she fought the laughter.
A female monkey perched in her armpit hollow, now fully exposed by the pinning vines. Its tail coiled delicately around the smooth, shaved underarm, flicking the tender skin in rapid taps tick-tick-tick while paws kneaded the edges, nails grazing the ultra-sensitive hollow.
"Mmph! Hnngh! Don't you dahare!" Yor clenched her jaw, eyes watering, toes curling as the itch radiated to her core.
Her pits, salty with tropical sweat, glistened invitingly. The monkey leaned in, extending a rough pink tongue for a tentative lick that was warm, wet, and rasping over her sensitive armpit stretched taught.
"Ohhh... nnghahaha - no licking! T-too... too much!" Yor squeaked, laughter cracking through like a dam breach as her composure eroded from the tiny tongue lapping eagerly at her sweaty armpit.
Emboldened by her reactions, more monkeys began to join in. Several gathered behind her to stare up at what lie beneath her loincloth, which had ripped slightly in the tumble. Her heart-shaped ass cheeks clenched defensively, but the exposure was total. The plump pale globes of her buttcheeks parted just enough to reveal her tight, pink butthole, puckered and vulnerable amid the dark cleft, slick from sweat and something else she wasn't ready to admit to.
"Oh no... n-not back there! Hahaha - stay away!" Yor whimpered, twisting futilely in her bonds, but there was no escaping the depravity to come.
Two bold males flanked her cheeks, tiny hands prying them apart with surprising strength. They spread the firm flesh wide, exposing her winking pucker fully to the humid air.
"N-NO!" Yor begged, cheeks burning crimson, her voice cracking between giggles "Not the butthohole! Plehehease, it's too sensitive!"
The alpha's tail descended like a judgment: its tip circled her rim in lazy, teasing spirals, fur brushing the ultra-sensitive ring, tracing every crinkle without penetrating, building a maddening itch that made her asshole flutter and clench desperately. Her body bucked, breasts heaving and jiggling wildly, slapping against her sweat-slick chest. Muscles rippled in frantic protest, her glutes repeatedly clenching and unclenching, but there was nothing she could do to stop the assault of her shapely posterior.
Tiny fingers amplified the tickle-torture - thumbs pressed against the rim's edges, index nails skittered inward in pinprick scratches, even pinching the tender skin around her hole. One devilish paw slipped a single digit along the cleft, wiggling just at the entrance, tickling involuntary spasms out of the desperate woman.
Yor howled with laughter, hips grinding air in humiliated futility. The ticklish assault was igniting a heat in her core and her pussy clenched in sympathy, fresh nectar dripping onto the forest floor below, clit peeking out like a pearl and throbbing as a wild arousal spiked.
"Stahahap! Hahaha! Enough already!" she shrieked through peals of hysterical laughter, tails and fingers spidering her backside mercilessly. In a desperate bid for freedom, she lashed out with her right foot, only for it to snag in a cruel loop of vine, yanking her knee high and locking her sole upward in perfect, vulnerable presentation. Her left leg remained bent and spread, but this new entrapment left her right foot's yellowed, wrinkled sole gleaming invitingly, toes flexing in panic.
The troop of golden-furred capuchins paused their chittering assault, bright eyes locking onto the prize. A dozen pairs of nimble paws pointed, tiny fingers wiggling in mocking imitation of scratches. The bold alpha male leaped closer, perching on a branch just inches from her dangling foot. He extended a single claw, hovering it teasingly over her high arch, not touching... yet. His tail flicked back and forth, brushing ever so lightly against her heel, sending a preview shiver up her leg.
"N-no... don't you dare," Yor gasped, laughter dissolving into wide-eyed dread. Her body went rigid, muscles rippling in tense waves up her calves and to her core.
Another monkey scampered up, brandishing a broad fern leaf, waving it slowly before her sole like a taunt, swishing close enough for her to feel the air current ghosting her skin, but never making contact.
"Plehehease! Anything! I'll... I'll be your queen! No tickling the feet! I'll bring bananas!"
The anticipation gnawed at her, every feint made her sole twitch involuntarily, hypersensitive nerves firing warning shots straight to her core. Her breasts jiggled with each anxious breath, nipples aching as sweat trickled between them.
But mercy was only a myth out here in the jungle. The alpha struck first - five clawed fingers raking lightly down her arch in a single, deliberate stroke.
"EEEK! NOHOHO!" Yor exploded into fresh laughter, foot jerking uselessly in the vine. Then the floodgates opened. Tails coiled around her big toe, tugging and stroking the pad with silken fur, nimble digits burrowed into the ball of her foot, scribbling circles that made her arch cramp and spasm. A female monkey joined with the leaf, sawing its serrated edge back and forth across her instep, while two others latched onto her smaller toes, prying them apart to skitter nails into the tender gaps.
"HAHAHAHA! NOT THE TOHOHES! STOHOHOP!" Yor howled, body thrashing wildly. Her abs clenched and rippled desperately, while her tits bounced like overripe fruit, slapping against her ribs. And a new pressure was beginning to build in her bladder - a warm, insistent fullness low in her pelvis.
"W-wait! I... I gotta pee! Hahaha - seriously, stohohop! I can't... nngh... hold it!"
The monkeys ignored her, their ticklish assault traveling up her ankles, to her calves, to behind her knees and the backs of her sensitive muscular thighs. She tried as hard as she could to hold it back, her kegels firing, pussy lips fluttering, asshole flaring. Her bladder felt like it was bulging as every tickle stroke hammered her resolve.
A single, fluffy tail swish along her perineum shattered her, and she gave a mortified wail as a hot spurt jetted from her pussy, golden nectar arcing in a shameful spray, soaking the loincloth remnants and splattering the vines. She clenched futilely, but the tickles were overwhelming. Another gush burst forth, then a steady stream hissed from her spasming slit, drenching her inner thighs, the monkeys' gleeful faces, and puddled far below. Her body convulsed in humiliated ecstasy as she surrendered to the moment, piss mingling with squirting girl-cum as waves of a bizarre and wonderful orgasm ripped through her, laughter dissolving into choked, moaning sobs.
The troop finally scampered off to clean up in the nearby stream, leaving Yor limp and leaking, her foot still twitching, a soaked, giggling wreck in the jungle's embrace. She was so exhausted she could barely move.
Deep down in the underground core of the island, several shadowy figures watched the entire scene play on a screen with grim amusement. A hidden camera had captured the entire scene, attached to the back of one of the trained monkeys that had held back to watch. The threat of the Thorn Princess had been neutralized to their satisfaction, and now nothing could stop their evil plans and their army of mutant monkeys...
Tickling | Peeing | Monkeys | 1940's comic references
In which Yor Forger is tickled by monkeys in the jungle until she wets herself.
The Thorn Princess emerged from the crashing surf onto the pristine sands of the uncharted island, her soaked black tactical bodysuit clinging like a second skin. Saltwater traced down her curves, highlighting every lethal inch of her physique.
She was at the beginning of a reconnaissance op on a remote, uncharted island in the Ostania Sea - rumored to harbor experimental bioweapons of some sort. Her handlers had dropped her via submarine insertion, but a storm scattered her gear, leaving her utterly alone on the sandy shores. No backup. No extraction timeline. Just the soughing of wind through banyan trees and the distant chatter of primates. The storm had broken, and the sun was shining - all in all, it was one of the more serene missions she'd been sent on.
She kicked off her boots with a sigh of relief, toes sinking into warm sand, then unzipped the suit with deliberate slowness. The fabric peeled away, revealing her flawless nudity beneath - no underwear necessary for a mission like this. Her porcelain skin practically glowed under the tropical sun as her massive breasts tumbled free from the suit, swaying hypnotically with a soft jiggle as they settled. Her nipples perked up in the humid breeze, but she didn't mind - it was a hot day, and she would dry quickly.
Her toned abs flexed as she shimmied the suit down her wide hips. The trim patch of her pubic hair came into view, framing plump pussy lips that glistened faintly with ocean dew. As she bent to step out of the suit, her heart-shaped ass cheeks parted with a quiver, revealing the tight pink pucker of her asshole to the empty shoreline.
Now fully naked, Yor rummaged through her waterproof pack to find her secret indulgence of the mission, a guilty pleasure: a leopard-print loincloth and matching bikini top. As soon as she'd heard that this mission would be taking her to a remote tropical jungle, she knew this was her one chance to live out her childhood fantasy of swinging through the trees like her favorite comic book heroine: Sheena, Queen of the Jungle.
She tied the bikini on first, the stretchy fabric straining valiantly against her overflowing tits. Her breasts jiggled enticingly as she adjusted it, and her nipples throbbed with anticipation as they brushed against the rough weave of the fabric.
"Hmm... tight fit," she noted as she cupped her breasts from below. She circled her thumbs over her nipples one more time, and a shiver of excitement traveled down her spine.
Next she tugged the loincloth into place, a skimpy triangle of spotted fabric that barely covered her mound, tied at the hips with thin strings. She tugged it into place, the material wedging teasingly between her pussy lips, outlining her cameltoe.
Since no one was watching, Yor struck a few poses like her comic idol. Hands on hips, chest thrust out. She gave a kick, then swung into a squat, then sprung up out of it as her ass cheeks clapped softly.
Whooping with a wild joy, Yor seized a vine and launched into the canopy at the edge of the shore. Thick tangles dangled like ropes from the towering trees, and Yor swung with an assassin's grace. Her muscles flexing, breasts bouncing wildly, loincloth fluttering to flash her pussy lips to the empty air. The wind kissed her skin, heightening the sensation of nipples chafing against the bra, and the loincloth's string wedged deliciously between her ass cheeks. She laughed, pure and wild, soaring from branch to branch, the island's humid embrace making her skin shine.
But alas, Yor was no jungle queen like her hero. Her clumsiness betrayed her mid-swing when a vine snapped under her weight, and she plummeted into a snarling web of creepers on her descent. She landed in a tangle of vines with her arms pinned above her head, and her legs splayed wide. The loincloth hiked up completely, exposing her glistening slit and puckered asshole to the dappled sunlight. Her bikini top had also slipped, one breast fully bared, nipple erect and vulnerable.
"Nngh! Stupid vines!" she growled, straining against the tangled bonds. She was trapped, nearly spread-eagled ten feet off the ground, her body a lewd offering to the wild.
That's when they came. A troop of cute, curious monkeys - small, golden-furred capuchin-like creatures with bright eyes and nimble fingers, chittered from the branches. The look they gave her was eerily intelligent as they tilted their heads, sniffing the air. One bold male leaped onto her thigh, its tiny paws exploring her smooth skin.
"H-hey! Shoo!" Yor yelped, but more joined, swarming her.
Their touches were bold, exploratory. Dexterous fingers fondled her inner thighs, tracing up to her exposed pussy. A female monkey pinched Yor's swollen nipple, sending a burst of pleasure straight to her clit.
"Ahh! Stop that!" Yor gasped, her body twisting involuntarily. Another monkey latched onto her other breast, suckling the nipple through the bikini top before yanking the fabric away entirely. Her massive tits spilled free, wobbling as paws kneaded them like dough, thumbs flicking the sensitive buds. Heat bloomed between her legs and her pussy lips parted, dripping nectar onto the vines below.
"Get OFF me, you little perverts!" Yor yelled, her voice echoing through the canopy. But the monkeys only chittered gleefully, their strange intelligence gleaming in their eyes. They knew she was helpless.
One of their fluffy tails traced along her lowest rib, and she bit her cheek hard to suppress the giggle bubbling up in her throat. The monkeys sensed her vulnerability, however, and more hands joined in, spidering up her ribs and towards her heaving breasts.
"Pfft - n-no! Stohop that!" she whispered fiercely, cheeks puffing as she fought the laughter.
A female monkey perched in her armpit hollow, now fully exposed by the pinning vines. Its tail coiled delicately around the smooth, shaved underarm, flicking the tender skin in rapid taps tick-tick-tick while paws kneaded the edges, nails grazing the ultra-sensitive hollow.
"Mmph! Hnngh! Don't you dahare!" Yor clenched her jaw, eyes watering, toes curling as the itch radiated to her core.
Her pits, salty with tropical sweat, glistened invitingly. The monkey leaned in, extending a rough pink tongue for a tentative lick that was warm, wet, and rasping over her sensitive armpit stretched taught.
"Ohhh... nnghahaha - no licking! T-too... too much!" Yor squeaked, laughter cracking through like a dam breach as her composure eroded from the tiny tongue lapping eagerly at her sweaty armpit.
Emboldened by her reactions, more monkeys began to join in. Several gathered behind her to stare up at what lie beneath her loincloth, which had ripped slightly in the tumble. Her heart-shaped ass cheeks clenched defensively, but the exposure was total. The plump pale globes of her buttcheeks parted just enough to reveal her tight, pink butthole, puckered and vulnerable amid the dark cleft, slick from sweat and something else she wasn't ready to admit to.
"Oh no... n-not back there! Hahaha - stay away!" Yor whimpered, twisting futilely in her bonds, but there was no escaping the depravity to come.
Two bold males flanked her cheeks, tiny hands prying them apart with surprising strength. They spread the firm flesh wide, exposing her winking pucker fully to the humid air.
"N-NO!" Yor begged, cheeks burning crimson, her voice cracking between giggles "Not the butthohole! Plehehease, it's too sensitive!"
The alpha's tail descended like a judgment: its tip circled her rim in lazy, teasing spirals, fur brushing the ultra-sensitive ring, tracing every crinkle without penetrating, building a maddening itch that made her asshole flutter and clench desperately. Her body bucked, breasts heaving and jiggling wildly, slapping against her sweat-slick chest. Muscles rippled in frantic protest, her glutes repeatedly clenching and unclenching, but there was nothing she could do to stop the assault of her shapely posterior.
Tiny fingers amplified the tickle-torture - thumbs pressed against the rim's edges, index nails skittered inward in pinprick scratches, even pinching the tender skin around her hole. One devilish paw slipped a single digit along the cleft, wiggling just at the entrance, tickling involuntary spasms out of the desperate woman.
Yor howled with laughter, hips grinding air in humiliated futility. The ticklish assault was igniting a heat in her core and her pussy clenched in sympathy, fresh nectar dripping onto the forest floor below, clit peeking out like a pearl and throbbing as a wild arousal spiked.
"Stahahap! Hahaha! Enough already!" she shrieked through peals of hysterical laughter, tails and fingers spidering her backside mercilessly. In a desperate bid for freedom, she lashed out with her right foot, only for it to snag in a cruel loop of vine, yanking her knee high and locking her sole upward in perfect, vulnerable presentation. Her left leg remained bent and spread, but this new entrapment left her right foot's yellowed, wrinkled sole gleaming invitingly, toes flexing in panic.
The troop of golden-furred capuchins paused their chittering assault, bright eyes locking onto the prize. A dozen pairs of nimble paws pointed, tiny fingers wiggling in mocking imitation of scratches. The bold alpha male leaped closer, perching on a branch just inches from her dangling foot. He extended a single claw, hovering it teasingly over her high arch, not touching... yet. His tail flicked back and forth, brushing ever so lightly against her heel, sending a preview shiver up her leg.
"N-no... don't you dare," Yor gasped, laughter dissolving into wide-eyed dread. Her body went rigid, muscles rippling in tense waves up her calves and to her core.
Another monkey scampered up, brandishing a broad fern leaf, waving it slowly before her sole like a taunt, swishing close enough for her to feel the air current ghosting her skin, but never making contact.
"Plehehease! Anything! I'll... I'll be your queen! No tickling the feet! I'll bring bananas!"
The anticipation gnawed at her, every feint made her sole twitch involuntarily, hypersensitive nerves firing warning shots straight to her core. Her breasts jiggled with each anxious breath, nipples aching as sweat trickled between them.
But mercy was only a myth out here in the jungle. The alpha struck first - five clawed fingers raking lightly down her arch in a single, deliberate stroke.
"EEEK! NOHOHO!" Yor exploded into fresh laughter, foot jerking uselessly in the vine. Then the floodgates opened. Tails coiled around her big toe, tugging and stroking the pad with silken fur, nimble digits burrowed into the ball of her foot, scribbling circles that made her arch cramp and spasm. A female monkey joined with the leaf, sawing its serrated edge back and forth across her instep, while two others latched onto her smaller toes, prying them apart to skitter nails into the tender gaps.
"HAHAHAHA! NOT THE TOHOHES! STOHOHOP!" Yor howled, body thrashing wildly. Her abs clenched and rippled desperately, while her tits bounced like overripe fruit, slapping against her ribs. And a new pressure was beginning to build in her bladder - a warm, insistent fullness low in her pelvis.
"W-wait! I... I gotta pee! Hahaha - seriously, stohohop! I can't... nngh... hold it!"
The monkeys ignored her, their ticklish assault traveling up her ankles, to her calves, to behind her knees and the backs of her sensitive muscular thighs. She tried as hard as she could to hold it back, her kegels firing, pussy lips fluttering, asshole flaring. Her bladder felt like it was bulging as every tickle stroke hammered her resolve.
A single, fluffy tail swish along her perineum shattered her, and she gave a mortified wail as a hot spurt jetted from her pussy, golden nectar arcing in a shameful spray, soaking the loincloth remnants and splattering the vines. She clenched futilely, but the tickles were overwhelming. Another gush burst forth, then a steady stream hissed from her spasming slit, drenching her inner thighs, the monkeys' gleeful faces, and puddled far below. Her body convulsed in humiliated ecstasy as she surrendered to the moment, piss mingling with squirting girl-cum as waves of a bizarre and wonderful orgasm ripped through her, laughter dissolving into choked, moaning sobs.
The troop finally scampered off to clean up in the nearby stream, leaving Yor limp and leaking, her foot still twitching, a soaked, giggling wreck in the jungle's embrace. She was so exhausted she could barely move.
Deep down in the underground core of the island, several shadowy figures watched the entire scene play on a screen with grim amusement. A hidden camera had captured the entire scene, attached to the back of one of the trained monkeys that had held back to watch. The threat of the Thorn Princess had been neutralized to their satisfaction, and now nothing could stop their evil plans and their army of mutant monkeys...
