Jaynin
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One of the things that perennially irritated Felin was that rational scientific knowledge was still so often unable to counter the very effect it was meant to explain, rendering its potential as a counter useless. In this particular case, Felin knew that the 'blackout' strategy that was being employed was meant to heighten the sense of touch and also to induce a sense of unreasoning panic in the victim. Felin knew very well exactly what they were doing, so it stood to reason that she shouldn't be as affected by it, no? But it didn't make the surprise stroke of the brush on her ribs any less ticklish. Felin would have cried out with laughter, a helpless sob of laughter that had been a long time in the making, if her mouth hadn't been firmly gagged, denying her the ability to plead, beg, or even express her laughter. Though she was restrained on a conventional X-frame, this one also featured sleeves that fit over her from fingertips to upper arm, keeping her in an even more restrained state than usual. The same went for her legs, although those obviously didn't cover her feet and stopped about an inch above her knees, so that her thighs weren't covered. Aside from that, the neko-jin's soft, furred body was entirely naked, white-and-black mottled fur disheveled in places where the tormentors had teased her.
Felin wondered idly if her breasts were getting bigger somehow. Her thoughts were wandering, but as the toothbrush stroked gently around on her sensitive breast, circling a single areola, that's what she focused on. It was all she could do to not think about the brushes that had been teasing her. Just toothbrushes. It almost felt insulting that she could have been reduced to a laughing wreck by toothbrushes, but over the course of her torment she had. There were just three of them, something else that seemed to bother her. Why not six, if there were three people? Or were there two and one person only had one brush? In either case, why didn't they all use two toothbrushes apiece? That kind of non-optimized setup was just one more minor irritant to the scientific kitten. And yet they were effective. So effective; anywhere they went, Felin thought she was going to have her chest burst from the force of so much restrained laughter. They tickled on her ribs, gently stroking at the ridges that were so deathly ticklish for the catgirl. They tickled under her arms and on her hips, on her waist, and her thighs and her toes and her soles. Always very slowly, with gentle back-and-forth motions, unhurried. They knew they had all the time in the world, because they did.
The one place they never touched, the place Felin had wanted the brushes to go after about ten minutes, was the glistening mound between her legs. Felin would have moaned with pleasure if it wasn't for the brushes making her laugh so hard; she knew that hairbrushes would have made her scream with hysteria and go completely out of her mind within half an hour, but these smaller brushes tickled just as badly, yet more slowly and over a smaller area so it was technically bearable. Being unable to speak and unable to see, thanks to the blindfold and gag, made her ears strain for sound, yet that too was denied to her because whoever her captors were they seemed like ghosts. That thought sent her mind rushing in a direction she'd rather not contemplate... Instead, she whimpered and tried to plead with her unknown captors to use the brushes on her clit and the slick nether lips that were tingling so hard and demanding attention right now. They had, once or twice, used the smooth wooden end of the brush to nudge her stiff nipples, teasing the swollen and sensitive buds that stood out from her round and firm breasts. But when the tone of her voice had changed from laughter to moaning, even through the gag, they stopped doing it almost immediately and instead commenced tickling in slow circles around those stiff, tingling tips. They ached so badly...
Indeed, what was rapidly becoming the most unbearable thing about all this was the teasing aspect to it. The brushes tickled her sensitive body slowly, every movement keenly felt as it stroked upon Felin's fur and stimulated her sensitivity. Time had dragged out infinitely, making Felin irrelevantly wonder if she could posit a theory that every living being possessed the power of time control, inasmuch that when you thought about time, the seconds slowed down to an interminable crawl... A brush stroked its way across her waist, then turned downward about halfway across, and Felin gasped softly, almost biting her lip - or she would have if she could - as the brush's bristles stroked down slowly over the engorged mound, coming within a hairsbreadth of the tingling, slick flesh of her petals. Felin held her breath without even realizing it, arousal hammering her body in intense waves that made her heart beat so hard she feared it would pound its way out of her ribcage... it was coming closer, closer now... it wouldn't have gotten that close if the intention was just to tease yet again...
A muffled scream of frustration came from the neko-jin's lips and her exhausted body actually managed a show of struggling in protest to the teasing. So close! So damned close... Felin's frustration rounded on the gag between her lips abruptly. Why was the damn thing even in there? She wanted to scream, to howl like a banshee and cry out with laughter and frustrated arousal until her lungs were aching! She couldn't pound against the frame because her arms were restrained so firmly, and the same with her legs. She couldn't buck her hips nor arch her back. All of that frustrated energy had only one outlet - it fed into the burning fire between her legs, making her arousal tingle so hotly and drip wet with slickness. Felin, her mind jumping from one target to the next, decided crossly that her tormentors must be female. No male would have the willpower to ignore a female that wet. It just wasn't wired into the male brain to ignore an open invitation like this... but a female. Ooh, she would know. She would know the exact nature of Felin's suffering and delight in exacerbating it...
The object of her desire happened so quickly and was so transitory that by the time her body realized what was happening, it was already over. The smooth handle end of the toothbrush had nudged her clit upwards, exactly one time, and then went back to brushing an agonizingly slow circle around her engorged nether lips. Felin screamed at them through the gag, furious with herself that she had missed the one and only touch to her sensitive, throbbing bundle of nerves they were likely to give her. She'd not been ready for it and though the wave of pleasure sweeping through her body had been intense, it hadn't concluded anything... so in the end it tingled up her spine, and to her fingertips, down her legs to her toes... Felin could feel it as it found no release there, and like a wave began to withdraw, the dulled, tingling feeling of heat prickling her pleasure receptors as it came down, down, ever downwards... The neko-jin whimpered. She knew exactly what was going to happen. The anticipation was brutally effective in teasing her, fully aware that the wave was going to recede to the point where it had originated, and stoke that raging fire of her desire yet higher while denying her release all the more.
Just as she felt that heat start to prickle ominously within her, two toothbrushes stroked to either side of her slick lips. The wave of ticklishness that burst out from the kitten's body clashed with the incoming heat, and for about fifteen seconds her entire body was in chaos, feeling like every single nerve was under the assault of ticklish pleasure that tingled from fingertips to toes. Felin's body jerked as if electrified, pulling on all the bonds and restraints that held her in place, until finally the sensation faded, leaving her with a clitoris that throbbed so hard it nearly brought delirious tears to her eyes. She was so horny - she'd give anything for an orgasm! - but they just kept tickling... and they weren't even tickling hard. If they weren't going to let her climax, then... An intense tickling at the very least! Felin tried to insult her captors, or goad them into tickling her in earnest, but nothing happened. Just the muffled sound of indistinct words. No sound from them, not even footsteps. Just the slight brushing sound of stiff bristles against her fur - in this case one on her toes, one in her navel, and one on her left breast. Just that and nothing else from them. Nothing but the brushes had ever touched her. In the beginning she'd tried to make sudden moves to see if she could get a hand to brush against her body before whoever it was could react, but it never made a difference.
Felin's whole body sagged in the restraints. After the frantic burst of frenetic energy that had come when they had cleverly combined her orgasmic and tickling impulses into one shocking sensation, it seemed as if her body was finally starting to come to terms with the fact that it was entirely helpless. She should be frustrated, or enraged, or something...! But all she felt was arousal. Oh, God, that arousal, that slick burning between her lips, precisely undisturbed save for that one brief and ultimately teasing touch. No bristles that stroked down their velvety folds, kicking up erotically ticklish sensations to rock her body with orgasmic ecstasy. Felin was sure that if they tickled her there now, she would explode in an orgasm. Maybe within seconds. Maybe instantly. Felin felt exhausted mentally and physically, but she wasn't feeling the tickling sensation deaden at all. Her body still responded, traitorously, to each and every stroke and tease. It was wholly unbearable, erotic torture disguised as tickling. Felin wasn't even sure what she wanted, what she needed. In a way it was a relief not to have to decide... but it was utter agony waiting for them to do so.
Felin sagged, breathing hard through the gag, when she felt the brushes' touch taper off and cease. Immediately her heart leaped. Something was going to change. Finally. They were going to do something different... anything different at this point was such a huge relief that she almost sobbed with the absurdity of it. The brushes' touch disappeared, and there seemed to be a vaguely electro-mechanical whirring somewhere nearby. It was the first new sound she'd heard for some time, and precisely fifteen seconds later, the bonds constraining her abruptly released, letting the feline tear the gag and blindfold off, ready with words to confront her captors with...
...Only to find that there wasn't anyone there. Felin wanted to scream in frustration. They had used that fifteen seconds to leave, making no sound and leaving no trace of their presence. She tried to take a step towards the door, certain that they had gone that way, intending to give chase - and the light, teasing, barely-felt brush of something against her hip sent her to her knees with arousal so strong that she couldn't walk. Clumsily she turned, expecting to confront one of her captors there, only to realize that she'd simply brushed against the soft material of her hanging clothing. Felin's mind was spinning, her nether lips positively aching for a release... Now that she'd been reminded of it, even walking seemed to be unbearable, her own body rubbing against itself producing an erotic sensation so overpowering that it scoured rational thought from the mind. There was only one thing to do now...
Grabbing her clothes, Felin didn't put them on, but simply took them with her to the back of the laboratory where she had her personal quarters, and wasn't even in the door before her hand was between her legs...
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"Holy shit," Jelex breathed, face red and flushed, leaning against a dorm room wall somewhere in the Academy. "I've never seen anyone get that aroused before. I thought she was going to explode..." The hood of her black ninja suit had been pulled off, letting her feel the cool air on her face, and a moment later, the feel of the soft lips of a black-furred neko-jin. There were two, one to either side of her, both dressed in the same ninja getup and wearing huge grins.
"I can only think of one other person who's as aroused as the kitten is right now," she teased in Jelex's ear, fingertips playing gently around Jelex's soaked mound but not quite touching it. The elf moaned loudly, letting herself be led to the room's bed by the two mischievous kittens. Her muscles were trembling and weak from so much excitement, and that excitement merely heightened as Jelex felt the cool, firm touch of leather restraints forcing her to be facedown on the bed with legs raised up behind her back like a hogtie; the elf's flexibility let them bend her legs until her feet touched her back, and then her legs were spread slightly, giving them a perfect view of Jelex's own flooded crotch.
A feather stroked up the side of one slick petal...
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Felin awoke the next morning feeling dazed and groggy. Numerous orgasms before finally dropping into an exhausted, blissful state were probably the cause of that... Taking advantage of the fact that she didn't have anything she really needed to be doing, Felin dozed in her bed for awhile, reading something off of a nearby laptop (for Felin was never very far from computers if she could help it) before the growling in her stomach convinced her that it was finally time to get up and face the world. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, the feline stretched and yawned and in general looked very flexible as she worked her body this way and that. The erotic memory of the previous night was almost gone. Almost, Felin said to herself. She just needed to find something to occupy her time with and then she'd be perfectly fine. A meal of eggs and toast was procured easily from the Academy's dining area in the Commons, and Felin had that with a coffee with the laptop she was still reading.
Unfortunately for her, it seemed, the eroticism of last night's torment had hardly faded, just been put aside for a brief moment. As she was leaving the common area to go back to her laboratory, she happened to run across the dryad boy she had tormented just a few days before, who smiled shyly at her and gave a bit of a wiggle at the sight of the stalking neko-jin. Some time after that, the dryad boy stumbled out of the laboratory clutching his crotch and seeming rather woozy. Felin was sipping a coffee and sitting naked at her terminal chair, a pensive frown on her face. She could still feel that voracious appetite lurking in the back of her mind, as if all the work she'd done by herself and then what she'd borrowed the boy to do had still not quenched the inferno ignited by those mystery ticklers the previous night. Her mind simply refused to come into focus and kept drifting off to the possibilities of what might have been, including a dark, deep desire to be tickle tortured like that again... No, Felin thought, trying to keep her imaginings from rapidly spinning off into pure, unsupported fantasy. What she really wanted was to have been subject to that same long, agoninzing teasing, yes, but for it to have included orgasms. Many more orgasms... Felin felt herself starting to grow wet from the thought and surrendered to the sensations starting to purr through her body, abandoning any pretense at work and instead browsing erotic tickle literature on her computer...
The clarity of mind that had eluded her for so long suddenly seemed to snap into focus as she leaned back in her seat and let her mind sink fully into the world of words. She could see herself in every situation, imagined her own body being in every one of those helpless, ticklish situations. In her mind the teasing never went unfulfilled; they might torment and tease her for a while, yes, but they always spoke, whispering teasing words into her eat, tickle torturing her until she was a wobbling wreck, or making her climax so often that her mind was fragmented into white hot bliss... Felin's moan filled the air, but there was no one to hear it, no one to hear the plea for torment. Felin's hand worked harder between her legs, so much so that she had to physically force herself to stop at one point for fear of becoming sore. But the velvety tingling sensation never lifted and just got worse, Felin's mind swimming with only half-formed images now, scenarios that flashed through her mind and stirred her body to ever-higher levels of arousal, enough so that the horny kitten whimpered with desire and panted with frustration. None of these fantasies were helping. No matter how much she envisioned the most exotic ticklish torture or endless mind-blowing orgasms, her body seemed to beg for more, wilfully disobeying the part of her mind that pleaded with it to finally be satisfied so she could return to what she was doing...
But the heat that had gripped her would not be dispelled so easily. Felin slumped in her chair, mind a whirling frenzy of lust and desire and fantasy that seemed to have no end, a tingling that gripped her body until her nipples almost hurt with stiffness, just the slightest touch making Felin convulse in ecstasy. I'm going mad, Felin thought frantically, leaning back in her chair and closing her eyes and surrendering herself to the impulses ravaging her body. She wanted to be tickled so badly... to be tickled relentlessly, mercilessly, to scream at the top of her lungs with unbearable tickling and have her body pushed to the limit!
She must have screamed and then fallen asleep or unconscious or something, because Felin jerked awake with a start, panting hard. Had she been dreaming? What had been a dream? What had been real? Felin slowly sat upright, trying to shake herself out of the half-doze that made it so hard to tell dreams from waking fantasy, and - Felin's mind abruptly clicked into high gear. Someone had slapped a sticky note to the top of her monitor... "Come to the gym if you want to be tickled." Felin read it aloud, slowly, hand trembling as she peeled the sticky note off of the monitor frame. Holding it in front of her face, she re-read it with wide eyes, trembling with excitement as she gulped slowly. Felin closed her eyes and set the note down, trying desperately to be rational and calm down. It didn't work, and she found herself running down the halls, trembling with wetness and warmth, mind once again going wild with thoughts of what might happen...
Felin burst into the gym, tripped over a cord, and heard the soft sound of hissing before her world went black.
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Facedown, blindfolded, and gagged, her legs spread and shackled in place, her wrists tied at the small of her back, Felin could do precisely nothing. Nothing at all but laugh in a muffled, frustrated tone as brushes stroked her soles slowly. Ever so slowly. Oh, to be sure, the brushes were bigger than last time. They tickled much more than last time, stroking up and down over her soles and teasing her toes with their soft bristles, driving her crazy with laughter. She laughed into the muffling gag, blindfolded, only able to tell that she was apparently facedown on a padded bench or something of the sort. The tickling on her feet was a start, but it only made her crave more. It was maddening; all of these half-measures and teasingly light tickles left her unfulfilled and practically bursting at the seams for more... Felin burst into a cry of laughter as the brushes stroked down slowly over the balls of her feet, but even Felin knew that she was laughing harder than the actual level of ticklishness would cause her to. That was infuriating. She was so deprived of tickling that she was actually trying to force it!
And then there was her twitching, wet folds. Her mound was full and glistening again, but this time a brush was devoted entirely to the torment of that one spot. It circled around her folds, coming devastatingly close to tickling them, not quite touching, just teasing around her ass and her inner thighs, even tickling her anus, which made her jump with giggles - although it never escalated into the tickling she wanted nor did it stroke her sensitive sex. It circled around and around and never ever touched where she wanted it to. It would stroke the very sensitive triangle just above her wet opening, it would tease the sensitive insides of her ass cheeks, it would tickle slowly at the joint of thigh and waist, tantalizingly near to the slick petals. But it never touched, ever. Felin tried everything she could just to get the briefest flash of sensation, jerking her hips this way and that, trying to raise them into the brush or take the wielder off guard. It never seemed to work and Felin couldn't for the life of her figure out why. How could someone possibly react that fast?
Then there was the issue that she still had no idea who was behind all of this. Not a single hint of who it might be; she'd seen no one, heard nothing, had even blundered straight into the trap set for her so that she could be set up without seeing who had grabbed her... twice! Just silence, and her own muffled laughter, her frustrated moans. Felin didn't know what she was going to do with herself if they teased and teased and teased again. If only she could speak! She was willing to say almost anything right now to get them to do what she wanted. She didn't care that it might play exactly into their desires or plans. Felin only cared about avoiding another day like today where she couldn't do anything but masturbate in a helpless, frustrated flurry of sexual desire. But with the gag in place, Felin couldn't do that. She reflected on how she loved letting her victims cry and beg and plead because she enjoyed hearing their sounds of helplessness, and often let herself be tempted by their offers after the arousal stoked by tickling them proved to be too much.
They couldn't be boys. If they were, Felin could only marvel at their rigid self-discipline in never once copping a feel or giving into the signals that the horny feline was displaying with all the subtlety of a neon sign. Felin had to admit that if a male decided that he was going to have her, right then and there, that she couldn't have been happier. But there was no sign of such relief incoming. Just that insistent stroking on her feet, the brushes that teased up and down slowly and tortuously, drawing laughter from the ticklish catgirl and causing her moans of frustration to turn back into helpless giggles. Nothing to be done, nothing at all. And Felin realized her body was burning up from the inside out for that very reason; she could do nothing whatsoever to stop this torment.
It was an agonizing paradox. Felin wanted to howl with laughter! But her body was growing hotter and hotter because she was denied that release... At this point, true ticklish torture would be a release. Felin wanted to cum so hard her head hurt afterward. But the tease of that toothbrush around her nether regions simply stoked the fire higher and higher, an unimaginable inferno raging through her body, the licking flames of tingling desire washing over her body in wave after wave of red-hot desire. The dichotomy was driving her mad; surely whoever was doing this was an expert, a master in the ways of this psychological torment. Maybe that was a place to start from... but it was so hard to think when her feet were being tickled! Her mind couldn't escape from the tickling because it was coupled so strongly with sexual desire that throbbed from her loins. Sheer willpower could sometimes be used to ignore the effects of tickling, but erotic wants were a different thing entirely. Even with the best of intentions, they could override the 'logical' brain and drive almost any manner of being to distraction. Felin herself had spent lots of time proving that she could mix sexual stimulation with other sensations, usually with delicious results.
Delicious. Felin tried to raise her head and cry out with laughter, but the gag stopped it. Were they tickling harder or was it her imagination? It was probably her imagination. They probably thought this was delicious, Felin realized. Why wouldn't they? In her position she would have thought the same; a sexy kitten writhing in erotic agony, begging for more tickles or for sexual release which she was entirely unable to vocalize her desire for. The thought of 'delicious' torment echoed around in her mind long after the word had occurred to her, bouncing around inside and setting off all sorts of other thoughts to follow. Having the tables turned on her gave Felin a rather unique perspective on how her victims felt. Yet it wasn't as if the kitten had never been outsmarted and tickled, sometimes rather badly tickled. And it wasn't the first time she'd had her arousal carefully stoked up to get the better of her. Why was this so different? Was it the deliberate denial? Maybe. Felin felt, as she squirmed around in the secure bondage upon her padded mat, that this was the kind of thing that usually happened to Jelex - the horny, squirmy, energetic elf getting her sensitive areas teased until she was mindless with desire.
Felin sobbed with pent-up laughter. That endless, ceaseless stroking on the soles of her trapped feet had her going mad with the hysteria she was trying so hard to express. What was it about being tickled that demanded a response of some kind? The fact that it built up within her, a desire to laugh so hard she cried... Perversely, she started to fantasize about being tickled - while she was being tickled! - because in her mind, her wet lips were finally getting the attention they deserved, and there were firmer things, fingernails scratching on her ribs and malicious giggling that teased her ears, tangible things that she could understand and react to. This... it was just so ephemeral! The tickling was slow, and oh god was it ticklish, but it felt... insubstantial. Like she was being tickled by people who didn't care, who were just calmly observing her suffering and not subject to any of the excitement that Felin personally felt when she was tickling... or being tickled.
There was a brief pause, a shift in the sensation... and with a feeling of relief so profound that she cried out in joy, Felin felt something very soft, like a small bundle of down feathers, start teasing along the swollen, shining mound that was so very obvious by this point. Finally, she would... Felin let herself surrender fully to the sensations, the ticklishness of her brushed feet, the erotic sensation of the light tickling along her nether lips... letting herself get ready for the inevitable surge of erotic bliss that would come from her aching sex finally getting the stimulation it had so badly been craving. Felin prepared herself and giggled hysterically as the tickling rippled throughout her body, going up and down and teasing her nipples and everywhere else in between, making her clit stiffen and throb with want... It was coming, she told herself. Just a little longer and that blissfully orgasmic surge would sunder her body and grant her the blinding climax she'd been pleading for. The slow stroke of that soft, downy feather between her legs was...
...Not enough. Felin let out a desperate sob of laughter as the realization slammed home. That barely-there, ghostly ticklish touch, it wasn't enough to do anything. It was just an even worse tease than before, because while the spirit of her wish had been granted, the substance of it had not. Felin's mind was full of images, desperate wishes that flashed through her mind one after the other, trying to envision, to bring about through sheer force of will, feathers and fingers stroking that hypersensitive place between her thighs, to finally tickle them in just the right way that would bring her to the result she wanted. Felin could hardly think anymore, not rationally, as the relentless strokes and teases undermined her defenses, now to the point that the castle walls built up around her resistance were in shambles, broken and scattered upon the ground not by the mighty siege engines of ticklish torture or sexual exhaustion, but the infuriating, gradual, subtle tunneling beneath to weaken and collapse every point of strength upon which she had based her mental defense. It was all gone, now; Felin knew that if a demand was put to her, she'd be unable to resist. She'd willingly give her body to them, if only they would fulfill that one burning desire.
And that, Felin realized with a hysterical howl, was actually making her all the more horny. She loved this torment. Her body was so hot inside she felt as if she'd been burned. Anything more than the agonizingly light touch of the down against her lips would probably have driven her over the edge. Her mind raced ahead into the future, fleeing the present and its prison of erotic whispers, of silken sensations that were promised but evaporated like smoke upon the wind. She went ahead in time, to the pleasant thoughts of what she would do to release this tension, to bring her desires to life and finally dispel this world of darkness and silence and insubstantial sensations. They would have to stop sometime soon, Felin thought fervently, and then she would be able to take care of these desires... she'd be able to stop fantasizing. And she certainly wouldn't --
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Jelex was quivering so hard with arousal that she was literally trembling. That last stroke, that surprise sensation of a feather parting Felin's lips perfectly and ending with a flick on her clit, had sent the neko-jin flying into an orgasm so powerful that she'd lost consciousness, and they'd used that time to untie her and make their retreat. The elf glanced at her two companions, eager to get back somewhere safe so they could take care of her out-of-control arousal...
"I've never seen anyone so horny," the elf breathed gently, chest heaving as the two dark cats ran their hands over her body. "She'd probably do anything at this point... anything at all. What are we going to ask of her?" One of her companions gave her a quizzical look, so Jelex felt compelled to elaborate. "You know, we could like... make her do something in the lab, or give us something, I'm not really sure what, but... you saw it. We could get anything we wanted out of her." All she got in reply was a smile and a raised eyebrow, just confusing her all the more. "What? Why are you giving me that look? I mean, all I'm asking is... we went to all that trouble to do all those things to her... what was the point of all of it?" The answer came in a soft whisper delivered into one of her long, sensitive ears:
"Because we can?"
Felin wondered idly if her breasts were getting bigger somehow. Her thoughts were wandering, but as the toothbrush stroked gently around on her sensitive breast, circling a single areola, that's what she focused on. It was all she could do to not think about the brushes that had been teasing her. Just toothbrushes. It almost felt insulting that she could have been reduced to a laughing wreck by toothbrushes, but over the course of her torment she had. There were just three of them, something else that seemed to bother her. Why not six, if there were three people? Or were there two and one person only had one brush? In either case, why didn't they all use two toothbrushes apiece? That kind of non-optimized setup was just one more minor irritant to the scientific kitten. And yet they were effective. So effective; anywhere they went, Felin thought she was going to have her chest burst from the force of so much restrained laughter. They tickled on her ribs, gently stroking at the ridges that were so deathly ticklish for the catgirl. They tickled under her arms and on her hips, on her waist, and her thighs and her toes and her soles. Always very slowly, with gentle back-and-forth motions, unhurried. They knew they had all the time in the world, because they did.
The one place they never touched, the place Felin had wanted the brushes to go after about ten minutes, was the glistening mound between her legs. Felin would have moaned with pleasure if it wasn't for the brushes making her laugh so hard; she knew that hairbrushes would have made her scream with hysteria and go completely out of her mind within half an hour, but these smaller brushes tickled just as badly, yet more slowly and over a smaller area so it was technically bearable. Being unable to speak and unable to see, thanks to the blindfold and gag, made her ears strain for sound, yet that too was denied to her because whoever her captors were they seemed like ghosts. That thought sent her mind rushing in a direction she'd rather not contemplate... Instead, she whimpered and tried to plead with her unknown captors to use the brushes on her clit and the slick nether lips that were tingling so hard and demanding attention right now. They had, once or twice, used the smooth wooden end of the brush to nudge her stiff nipples, teasing the swollen and sensitive buds that stood out from her round and firm breasts. But when the tone of her voice had changed from laughter to moaning, even through the gag, they stopped doing it almost immediately and instead commenced tickling in slow circles around those stiff, tingling tips. They ached so badly...
Indeed, what was rapidly becoming the most unbearable thing about all this was the teasing aspect to it. The brushes tickled her sensitive body slowly, every movement keenly felt as it stroked upon Felin's fur and stimulated her sensitivity. Time had dragged out infinitely, making Felin irrelevantly wonder if she could posit a theory that every living being possessed the power of time control, inasmuch that when you thought about time, the seconds slowed down to an interminable crawl... A brush stroked its way across her waist, then turned downward about halfway across, and Felin gasped softly, almost biting her lip - or she would have if she could - as the brush's bristles stroked down slowly over the engorged mound, coming within a hairsbreadth of the tingling, slick flesh of her petals. Felin held her breath without even realizing it, arousal hammering her body in intense waves that made her heart beat so hard she feared it would pound its way out of her ribcage... it was coming closer, closer now... it wouldn't have gotten that close if the intention was just to tease yet again...
A muffled scream of frustration came from the neko-jin's lips and her exhausted body actually managed a show of struggling in protest to the teasing. So close! So damned close... Felin's frustration rounded on the gag between her lips abruptly. Why was the damn thing even in there? She wanted to scream, to howl like a banshee and cry out with laughter and frustrated arousal until her lungs were aching! She couldn't pound against the frame because her arms were restrained so firmly, and the same with her legs. She couldn't buck her hips nor arch her back. All of that frustrated energy had only one outlet - it fed into the burning fire between her legs, making her arousal tingle so hotly and drip wet with slickness. Felin, her mind jumping from one target to the next, decided crossly that her tormentors must be female. No male would have the willpower to ignore a female that wet. It just wasn't wired into the male brain to ignore an open invitation like this... but a female. Ooh, she would know. She would know the exact nature of Felin's suffering and delight in exacerbating it...
The object of her desire happened so quickly and was so transitory that by the time her body realized what was happening, it was already over. The smooth handle end of the toothbrush had nudged her clit upwards, exactly one time, and then went back to brushing an agonizingly slow circle around her engorged nether lips. Felin screamed at them through the gag, furious with herself that she had missed the one and only touch to her sensitive, throbbing bundle of nerves they were likely to give her. She'd not been ready for it and though the wave of pleasure sweeping through her body had been intense, it hadn't concluded anything... so in the end it tingled up her spine, and to her fingertips, down her legs to her toes... Felin could feel it as it found no release there, and like a wave began to withdraw, the dulled, tingling feeling of heat prickling her pleasure receptors as it came down, down, ever downwards... The neko-jin whimpered. She knew exactly what was going to happen. The anticipation was brutally effective in teasing her, fully aware that the wave was going to recede to the point where it had originated, and stoke that raging fire of her desire yet higher while denying her release all the more.
Just as she felt that heat start to prickle ominously within her, two toothbrushes stroked to either side of her slick lips. The wave of ticklishness that burst out from the kitten's body clashed with the incoming heat, and for about fifteen seconds her entire body was in chaos, feeling like every single nerve was under the assault of ticklish pleasure that tingled from fingertips to toes. Felin's body jerked as if electrified, pulling on all the bonds and restraints that held her in place, until finally the sensation faded, leaving her with a clitoris that throbbed so hard it nearly brought delirious tears to her eyes. She was so horny - she'd give anything for an orgasm! - but they just kept tickling... and they weren't even tickling hard. If they weren't going to let her climax, then... An intense tickling at the very least! Felin tried to insult her captors, or goad them into tickling her in earnest, but nothing happened. Just the muffled sound of indistinct words. No sound from them, not even footsteps. Just the slight brushing sound of stiff bristles against her fur - in this case one on her toes, one in her navel, and one on her left breast. Just that and nothing else from them. Nothing but the brushes had ever touched her. In the beginning she'd tried to make sudden moves to see if she could get a hand to brush against her body before whoever it was could react, but it never made a difference.
Felin's whole body sagged in the restraints. After the frantic burst of frenetic energy that had come when they had cleverly combined her orgasmic and tickling impulses into one shocking sensation, it seemed as if her body was finally starting to come to terms with the fact that it was entirely helpless. She should be frustrated, or enraged, or something...! But all she felt was arousal. Oh, God, that arousal, that slick burning between her lips, precisely undisturbed save for that one brief and ultimately teasing touch. No bristles that stroked down their velvety folds, kicking up erotically ticklish sensations to rock her body with orgasmic ecstasy. Felin was sure that if they tickled her there now, she would explode in an orgasm. Maybe within seconds. Maybe instantly. Felin felt exhausted mentally and physically, but she wasn't feeling the tickling sensation deaden at all. Her body still responded, traitorously, to each and every stroke and tease. It was wholly unbearable, erotic torture disguised as tickling. Felin wasn't even sure what she wanted, what she needed. In a way it was a relief not to have to decide... but it was utter agony waiting for them to do so.
Felin sagged, breathing hard through the gag, when she felt the brushes' touch taper off and cease. Immediately her heart leaped. Something was going to change. Finally. They were going to do something different... anything different at this point was such a huge relief that she almost sobbed with the absurdity of it. The brushes' touch disappeared, and there seemed to be a vaguely electro-mechanical whirring somewhere nearby. It was the first new sound she'd heard for some time, and precisely fifteen seconds later, the bonds constraining her abruptly released, letting the feline tear the gag and blindfold off, ready with words to confront her captors with...
...Only to find that there wasn't anyone there. Felin wanted to scream in frustration. They had used that fifteen seconds to leave, making no sound and leaving no trace of their presence. She tried to take a step towards the door, certain that they had gone that way, intending to give chase - and the light, teasing, barely-felt brush of something against her hip sent her to her knees with arousal so strong that she couldn't walk. Clumsily she turned, expecting to confront one of her captors there, only to realize that she'd simply brushed against the soft material of her hanging clothing. Felin's mind was spinning, her nether lips positively aching for a release... Now that she'd been reminded of it, even walking seemed to be unbearable, her own body rubbing against itself producing an erotic sensation so overpowering that it scoured rational thought from the mind. There was only one thing to do now...
Grabbing her clothes, Felin didn't put them on, but simply took them with her to the back of the laboratory where she had her personal quarters, and wasn't even in the door before her hand was between her legs...
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"Holy shit," Jelex breathed, face red and flushed, leaning against a dorm room wall somewhere in the Academy. "I've never seen anyone get that aroused before. I thought she was going to explode..." The hood of her black ninja suit had been pulled off, letting her feel the cool air on her face, and a moment later, the feel of the soft lips of a black-furred neko-jin. There were two, one to either side of her, both dressed in the same ninja getup and wearing huge grins.
"I can only think of one other person who's as aroused as the kitten is right now," she teased in Jelex's ear, fingertips playing gently around Jelex's soaked mound but not quite touching it. The elf moaned loudly, letting herself be led to the room's bed by the two mischievous kittens. Her muscles were trembling and weak from so much excitement, and that excitement merely heightened as Jelex felt the cool, firm touch of leather restraints forcing her to be facedown on the bed with legs raised up behind her back like a hogtie; the elf's flexibility let them bend her legs until her feet touched her back, and then her legs were spread slightly, giving them a perfect view of Jelex's own flooded crotch.
A feather stroked up the side of one slick petal...
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Felin awoke the next morning feeling dazed and groggy. Numerous orgasms before finally dropping into an exhausted, blissful state were probably the cause of that... Taking advantage of the fact that she didn't have anything she really needed to be doing, Felin dozed in her bed for awhile, reading something off of a nearby laptop (for Felin was never very far from computers if she could help it) before the growling in her stomach convinced her that it was finally time to get up and face the world. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, the feline stretched and yawned and in general looked very flexible as she worked her body this way and that. The erotic memory of the previous night was almost gone. Almost, Felin said to herself. She just needed to find something to occupy her time with and then she'd be perfectly fine. A meal of eggs and toast was procured easily from the Academy's dining area in the Commons, and Felin had that with a coffee with the laptop she was still reading.
Unfortunately for her, it seemed, the eroticism of last night's torment had hardly faded, just been put aside for a brief moment. As she was leaving the common area to go back to her laboratory, she happened to run across the dryad boy she had tormented just a few days before, who smiled shyly at her and gave a bit of a wiggle at the sight of the stalking neko-jin. Some time after that, the dryad boy stumbled out of the laboratory clutching his crotch and seeming rather woozy. Felin was sipping a coffee and sitting naked at her terminal chair, a pensive frown on her face. She could still feel that voracious appetite lurking in the back of her mind, as if all the work she'd done by herself and then what she'd borrowed the boy to do had still not quenched the inferno ignited by those mystery ticklers the previous night. Her mind simply refused to come into focus and kept drifting off to the possibilities of what might have been, including a dark, deep desire to be tickle tortured like that again... No, Felin thought, trying to keep her imaginings from rapidly spinning off into pure, unsupported fantasy. What she really wanted was to have been subject to that same long, agoninzing teasing, yes, but for it to have included orgasms. Many more orgasms... Felin felt herself starting to grow wet from the thought and surrendered to the sensations starting to purr through her body, abandoning any pretense at work and instead browsing erotic tickle literature on her computer...
The clarity of mind that had eluded her for so long suddenly seemed to snap into focus as she leaned back in her seat and let her mind sink fully into the world of words. She could see herself in every situation, imagined her own body being in every one of those helpless, ticklish situations. In her mind the teasing never went unfulfilled; they might torment and tease her for a while, yes, but they always spoke, whispering teasing words into her eat, tickle torturing her until she was a wobbling wreck, or making her climax so often that her mind was fragmented into white hot bliss... Felin's moan filled the air, but there was no one to hear it, no one to hear the plea for torment. Felin's hand worked harder between her legs, so much so that she had to physically force herself to stop at one point for fear of becoming sore. But the velvety tingling sensation never lifted and just got worse, Felin's mind swimming with only half-formed images now, scenarios that flashed through her mind and stirred her body to ever-higher levels of arousal, enough so that the horny kitten whimpered with desire and panted with frustration. None of these fantasies were helping. No matter how much she envisioned the most exotic ticklish torture or endless mind-blowing orgasms, her body seemed to beg for more, wilfully disobeying the part of her mind that pleaded with it to finally be satisfied so she could return to what she was doing...
But the heat that had gripped her would not be dispelled so easily. Felin slumped in her chair, mind a whirling frenzy of lust and desire and fantasy that seemed to have no end, a tingling that gripped her body until her nipples almost hurt with stiffness, just the slightest touch making Felin convulse in ecstasy. I'm going mad, Felin thought frantically, leaning back in her chair and closing her eyes and surrendering herself to the impulses ravaging her body. She wanted to be tickled so badly... to be tickled relentlessly, mercilessly, to scream at the top of her lungs with unbearable tickling and have her body pushed to the limit!
She must have screamed and then fallen asleep or unconscious or something, because Felin jerked awake with a start, panting hard. Had she been dreaming? What had been a dream? What had been real? Felin slowly sat upright, trying to shake herself out of the half-doze that made it so hard to tell dreams from waking fantasy, and - Felin's mind abruptly clicked into high gear. Someone had slapped a sticky note to the top of her monitor... "Come to the gym if you want to be tickled." Felin read it aloud, slowly, hand trembling as she peeled the sticky note off of the monitor frame. Holding it in front of her face, she re-read it with wide eyes, trembling with excitement as she gulped slowly. Felin closed her eyes and set the note down, trying desperately to be rational and calm down. It didn't work, and she found herself running down the halls, trembling with wetness and warmth, mind once again going wild with thoughts of what might happen...
Felin burst into the gym, tripped over a cord, and heard the soft sound of hissing before her world went black.
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Facedown, blindfolded, and gagged, her legs spread and shackled in place, her wrists tied at the small of her back, Felin could do precisely nothing. Nothing at all but laugh in a muffled, frustrated tone as brushes stroked her soles slowly. Ever so slowly. Oh, to be sure, the brushes were bigger than last time. They tickled much more than last time, stroking up and down over her soles and teasing her toes with their soft bristles, driving her crazy with laughter. She laughed into the muffling gag, blindfolded, only able to tell that she was apparently facedown on a padded bench or something of the sort. The tickling on her feet was a start, but it only made her crave more. It was maddening; all of these half-measures and teasingly light tickles left her unfulfilled and practically bursting at the seams for more... Felin burst into a cry of laughter as the brushes stroked down slowly over the balls of her feet, but even Felin knew that she was laughing harder than the actual level of ticklishness would cause her to. That was infuriating. She was so deprived of tickling that she was actually trying to force it!
And then there was her twitching, wet folds. Her mound was full and glistening again, but this time a brush was devoted entirely to the torment of that one spot. It circled around her folds, coming devastatingly close to tickling them, not quite touching, just teasing around her ass and her inner thighs, even tickling her anus, which made her jump with giggles - although it never escalated into the tickling she wanted nor did it stroke her sensitive sex. It circled around and around and never ever touched where she wanted it to. It would stroke the very sensitive triangle just above her wet opening, it would tease the sensitive insides of her ass cheeks, it would tickle slowly at the joint of thigh and waist, tantalizingly near to the slick petals. But it never touched, ever. Felin tried everything she could just to get the briefest flash of sensation, jerking her hips this way and that, trying to raise them into the brush or take the wielder off guard. It never seemed to work and Felin couldn't for the life of her figure out why. How could someone possibly react that fast?
Then there was the issue that she still had no idea who was behind all of this. Not a single hint of who it might be; she'd seen no one, heard nothing, had even blundered straight into the trap set for her so that she could be set up without seeing who had grabbed her... twice! Just silence, and her own muffled laughter, her frustrated moans. Felin didn't know what she was going to do with herself if they teased and teased and teased again. If only she could speak! She was willing to say almost anything right now to get them to do what she wanted. She didn't care that it might play exactly into their desires or plans. Felin only cared about avoiding another day like today where she couldn't do anything but masturbate in a helpless, frustrated flurry of sexual desire. But with the gag in place, Felin couldn't do that. She reflected on how she loved letting her victims cry and beg and plead because she enjoyed hearing their sounds of helplessness, and often let herself be tempted by their offers after the arousal stoked by tickling them proved to be too much.
They couldn't be boys. If they were, Felin could only marvel at their rigid self-discipline in never once copping a feel or giving into the signals that the horny feline was displaying with all the subtlety of a neon sign. Felin had to admit that if a male decided that he was going to have her, right then and there, that she couldn't have been happier. But there was no sign of such relief incoming. Just that insistent stroking on her feet, the brushes that teased up and down slowly and tortuously, drawing laughter from the ticklish catgirl and causing her moans of frustration to turn back into helpless giggles. Nothing to be done, nothing at all. And Felin realized her body was burning up from the inside out for that very reason; she could do nothing whatsoever to stop this torment.
It was an agonizing paradox. Felin wanted to howl with laughter! But her body was growing hotter and hotter because she was denied that release... At this point, true ticklish torture would be a release. Felin wanted to cum so hard her head hurt afterward. But the tease of that toothbrush around her nether regions simply stoked the fire higher and higher, an unimaginable inferno raging through her body, the licking flames of tingling desire washing over her body in wave after wave of red-hot desire. The dichotomy was driving her mad; surely whoever was doing this was an expert, a master in the ways of this psychological torment. Maybe that was a place to start from... but it was so hard to think when her feet were being tickled! Her mind couldn't escape from the tickling because it was coupled so strongly with sexual desire that throbbed from her loins. Sheer willpower could sometimes be used to ignore the effects of tickling, but erotic wants were a different thing entirely. Even with the best of intentions, they could override the 'logical' brain and drive almost any manner of being to distraction. Felin herself had spent lots of time proving that she could mix sexual stimulation with other sensations, usually with delicious results.
Delicious. Felin tried to raise her head and cry out with laughter, but the gag stopped it. Were they tickling harder or was it her imagination? It was probably her imagination. They probably thought this was delicious, Felin realized. Why wouldn't they? In her position she would have thought the same; a sexy kitten writhing in erotic agony, begging for more tickles or for sexual release which she was entirely unable to vocalize her desire for. The thought of 'delicious' torment echoed around in her mind long after the word had occurred to her, bouncing around inside and setting off all sorts of other thoughts to follow. Having the tables turned on her gave Felin a rather unique perspective on how her victims felt. Yet it wasn't as if the kitten had never been outsmarted and tickled, sometimes rather badly tickled. And it wasn't the first time she'd had her arousal carefully stoked up to get the better of her. Why was this so different? Was it the deliberate denial? Maybe. Felin felt, as she squirmed around in the secure bondage upon her padded mat, that this was the kind of thing that usually happened to Jelex - the horny, squirmy, energetic elf getting her sensitive areas teased until she was mindless with desire.
Felin sobbed with pent-up laughter. That endless, ceaseless stroking on the soles of her trapped feet had her going mad with the hysteria she was trying so hard to express. What was it about being tickled that demanded a response of some kind? The fact that it built up within her, a desire to laugh so hard she cried... Perversely, she started to fantasize about being tickled - while she was being tickled! - because in her mind, her wet lips were finally getting the attention they deserved, and there were firmer things, fingernails scratching on her ribs and malicious giggling that teased her ears, tangible things that she could understand and react to. This... it was just so ephemeral! The tickling was slow, and oh god was it ticklish, but it felt... insubstantial. Like she was being tickled by people who didn't care, who were just calmly observing her suffering and not subject to any of the excitement that Felin personally felt when she was tickling... or being tickled.
There was a brief pause, a shift in the sensation... and with a feeling of relief so profound that she cried out in joy, Felin felt something very soft, like a small bundle of down feathers, start teasing along the swollen, shining mound that was so very obvious by this point. Finally, she would... Felin let herself surrender fully to the sensations, the ticklishness of her brushed feet, the erotic sensation of the light tickling along her nether lips... letting herself get ready for the inevitable surge of erotic bliss that would come from her aching sex finally getting the stimulation it had so badly been craving. Felin prepared herself and giggled hysterically as the tickling rippled throughout her body, going up and down and teasing her nipples and everywhere else in between, making her clit stiffen and throb with want... It was coming, she told herself. Just a little longer and that blissfully orgasmic surge would sunder her body and grant her the blinding climax she'd been pleading for. The slow stroke of that soft, downy feather between her legs was...
...Not enough. Felin let out a desperate sob of laughter as the realization slammed home. That barely-there, ghostly ticklish touch, it wasn't enough to do anything. It was just an even worse tease than before, because while the spirit of her wish had been granted, the substance of it had not. Felin's mind was full of images, desperate wishes that flashed through her mind one after the other, trying to envision, to bring about through sheer force of will, feathers and fingers stroking that hypersensitive place between her thighs, to finally tickle them in just the right way that would bring her to the result she wanted. Felin could hardly think anymore, not rationally, as the relentless strokes and teases undermined her defenses, now to the point that the castle walls built up around her resistance were in shambles, broken and scattered upon the ground not by the mighty siege engines of ticklish torture or sexual exhaustion, but the infuriating, gradual, subtle tunneling beneath to weaken and collapse every point of strength upon which she had based her mental defense. It was all gone, now; Felin knew that if a demand was put to her, she'd be unable to resist. She'd willingly give her body to them, if only they would fulfill that one burning desire.
And that, Felin realized with a hysterical howl, was actually making her all the more horny. She loved this torment. Her body was so hot inside she felt as if she'd been burned. Anything more than the agonizingly light touch of the down against her lips would probably have driven her over the edge. Her mind raced ahead into the future, fleeing the present and its prison of erotic whispers, of silken sensations that were promised but evaporated like smoke upon the wind. She went ahead in time, to the pleasant thoughts of what she would do to release this tension, to bring her desires to life and finally dispel this world of darkness and silence and insubstantial sensations. They would have to stop sometime soon, Felin thought fervently, and then she would be able to take care of these desires... she'd be able to stop fantasizing. And she certainly wouldn't --
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Jelex was quivering so hard with arousal that she was literally trembling. That last stroke, that surprise sensation of a feather parting Felin's lips perfectly and ending with a flick on her clit, had sent the neko-jin flying into an orgasm so powerful that she'd lost consciousness, and they'd used that time to untie her and make their retreat. The elf glanced at her two companions, eager to get back somewhere safe so they could take care of her out-of-control arousal...
"I've never seen anyone so horny," the elf breathed gently, chest heaving as the two dark cats ran their hands over her body. "She'd probably do anything at this point... anything at all. What are we going to ask of her?" One of her companions gave her a quizzical look, so Jelex felt compelled to elaborate. "You know, we could like... make her do something in the lab, or give us something, I'm not really sure what, but... you saw it. We could get anything we wanted out of her." All she got in reply was a smile and a raised eyebrow, just confusing her all the more. "What? Why are you giving me that look? I mean, all I'm asking is... we went to all that trouble to do all those things to her... what was the point of all of it?" The answer came in a soft whisper delivered into one of her long, sensitive ears:
"Because we can?"
