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Tying her to the rack and having a maid hold her still-swollen pussy open while the doctor drives the evil spirits away by using a stiff feather to trail her ticklish insides.

Driving the poor girl insane with ticklish lust as she drenches feather after feather, like a broken cum-faucet, screaming with laughter and begging for "help".

The primal, guttural sounds of unfulfillfed urges and orgasmic delirium coupled with her pleas to be fucked, while giggling to the feather's brush-brush-brushes, only serving as confirmation to the doctor that she is still possessed, perpetrating an endless cycle of in-orgasmic tickle torture.

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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.

"Nnno, dddon'ttt"

"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.

"STOP, STOP, STOP"

"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.

They'll make the dryads hold you wiiiide open as they call their friends over and make sure to torture each and every little spot they can crawl into.

And if they find out you get turned on by it?

They tie her to her bed spread eagled whenever she misbehaves and, under the pretense of "ensuring she's still fair and pure" nestle next to her and satisfy their sadistic urges by taking advantage of her wide open legs by dragging feathers up and down her exposed and defenceless pussy lips.

Hushing her complaints and delighting in her helpless forced laughter by patronizing her that "we're responsible for your royal conduct and fertility, princess. Please, stop being so immature, just let it out"

The feathers moving in practiced motions, intentionally soft and unbearable, their movement denying her the release she needs.

Oh, the satisfaction of her maids, knowing they're reducing her to a feral animal merely with such soft, soft swishes. Cruelly even spreading her poor swollen lips open and feathering inside, rivers of glistening yet unfulfilled orgasmic submission slowly dripping down her inner thighs.

"This is for your own good. We need to get the bad humours out of you. Please, be a good girl and just try to relax"

After crawling into her locked chastity belt, the mental health ward staff hear her going crazy with laughter and moaning.

So they strap her to her bed to "brave it out", completely unaware of what is happening, while the tentacle monster is tickling and lickling her unbearably stimulated and needy clit for hours.

Obsessively going up... and down... up... and down... letting you know what a good job you're doing as he's milking you breathless, ignoring your pathetic attempts at begging at the straps that "are there for your own safety".

I *tell you* that you're going to be ruining X brushes.

What is that?

It's when I tie you down with your legs open, completely exposed. It's when I open the makeup brush set in front of you, grab the thickest, fluffiest one and trail the bristly hairs down the side of your lips, until you make it worse for yourself by getting wet.

It's when I taunt you "it's always so easy with you" as my fingers hold you open and start *brush, brush, brushing* inside your wet, ticklish pussy.

And after 15 minutes or so, when the thick brush is completely drenched and heavy, practically dripping with your submission...

"How many did I say you were going to ruin? Don't worry brat, this one's a little less thick. You'll get through it in no time. Now, open wiiide <3. Gooood giiiirl, let it all out"