"Stop, you're making me" F*/F
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The Tiny tentacle monster that crawls inside the locked room of a straitjacketed patient, attaches to her clit and gives her the most sleepless night of unfullfilled, constant edging with its constant teasing.
The next morning, her eyes are squinting, her stomach tense. She's twitching, squirming and thrashing in her bed all night the effects of the tentacle monster's engulfing of her clit and subsequent feasting.
The bitchy orderly entered the room, plastic medicine cup in hand, about to undo the restraints around her patient's ankles. "Cmon, let's go, I don't have all day".
Her eyes still closed, all she could do was nod, focusing all her restraint on what's happening below deck. Not to cum.
Taking any opportunity to flex what little power she has, the orderly lifted her fingers off the cuff lock and placed two of them on her soles, gently scratching up and down. "Cmonnn, you sure you wanna act like that?"
Throwing the poor girl's senses into complete disarray, she tried to resist the shocking new sensation. In response, the pill cup was put down, and two sets of fingers found themselves dancing up and down her soles, her lips curling into an unwanted smile.
"Don't make this more difficult than it has to be, or..." a silent, yet screaming threat of the fingers previously on her soles, now ascending her heels, ankles, shins, knees, the clear threat of escalation.
The tentacle monster was becoming agitated from all the movement, the shaking. Beginning to awaken and move around.
"Nnnnnnooo, you don't underrrsstanddd"
"Ohhh, I understand, you testy little time waster. I understand you need a little attitude adjustment."
Grabbing and squeezing between her thighs, the ticklish sensations made the poor girl jolt and start squirming. The tentacle monster's voracious mouth engulfed her clit and began sucking on it, its tentacles tickling the slit of her pussy, as if trying to coax it to invite them in.
"No♥️, No♥️, No♥️," She was enjoying herself now. The joy of seeing the restrained girl's body squirm, submitting to her fingers, or so she thought.
The orderly manhandled her hips, holding them in place with one hand, the other feeling out, finding and gently tickle-squeezing at her victim's hip and thigh tendons.
The shrieking, the thrashing, the breaking into helpless forced laughter. All motivating the tentacle monster to suck on that needy little red button, its appendages opening up then splaying her engorged pussy, entering and tickling it all wet.
It detached itself from her clit, centering its mouth on her soaked pussy, the tentacles tickling the insides while its smooth, phallic tongue tasted them, feasting upon her hormones and triggering little orgasmic explosions on every single pleasure nerve upon its penetration.
She *saw* it. That sharp sudden intake of breath, that looks just a bit different to that of laughter?
"Are you... getting off to this? Huh?" Squeezing faster, "Is this making you cum? You little pervert? "
Barely catching her breath, unable to vocalize a single word from the intense feelings of both tickling and pleasure, she could only look at her with a pathetic look of tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Where is it?" One hand remained tickling her hip bones and thigh tendons, the other searched, over the crotch guard of her straitjacket. And found IT.
Sneaking her fingers in, and tickling her swollen clit's over her underwear.
"Is this the spot? Is this what's making you cum? Here? Right here? Yeah? Yeahh?" No matter how hard she tried to buck and get her off, the orderly's fingers firmly glued on top of her ticklish clit, wearing the most self-satisfied, sadistic smile. Knowing she's about to Cum.
She leaned back, eyes rolled to the back of her head and surrendering herself to the most intense double-teaming ticklegasm of her life. The orderly, tickle torturing and masturbating her. The monster, spreading her wide open, tickling, licking and fucking her insides.
She passed out. Cup of pills placed on the dresser. Another rehabilitation session inbound.
