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Deep in the autumn woods of Kalos' Route 16, a Hex Maniac traversed the golden leaves, hiking up her long black dress. She was from the nearby town of Dendemille, and was different from other Hex Maniacs in several ways. For starters, she wasn't a Pokeman trainer, though like most people, she did own some Pokemon. And unlike most Hex Maniacs, she had a normal type Pokemon: A Miltank, whose milk she sold in town. She did have two ghost types as well: a Haunter and Gourgeist, and it was because of those two she had wandered into the woods until she was well away from the paths people took through them. Because she had one last oddity, and she couldn't bear the thought of people discovering it.
Once she was sure she had come deep enough, she sat down and took a few moments to rest. Or at least try to. She was too excited and nervous for what she was about to do, and her heart felt like a jackhammer inside her. Giving up, she started to set up. She placed a timer onto the ground, and took out a long length of chain with a metal ring on each end. She wrapped the chain several times around a sturdy tree branch until the two ends were at a specific height off the ground. She unrolled a long padded mat so it ended at the tree's trunk. Sitting against the tree on the mat, she held her arms up, comparing them to the length of the chain. Perfect. Next she wrapped a thick, padded cuff with a groove in the middle around each wrist, and put her shoes to the side, before setting the timer for 23 minutes. After that, she passed the end of each chain though the rings attached to it, creating a loop on each end that would tighten when pulled on, slipping them over the pads and into the grooves. Finally she took out two pokeballs, one in each hand, before sitting down against the tree, her legs in front of her, her dress sliding up against the tree until everything below her waist was exposed, including her purple satin panties. Her soft, pale feet, with their dark purple nail polish, almost reached the end of the mat. The loops tightened against the padded cuffs, such that she couldn't pull her arms down without standing up, which soon enough wouldn't be possible.
She triggered the pokeballs, releasing a Haunter and a Gourgeist. Specially, a super sized Gourgeist, standing 1.7m tall. They took in the situation, and instantly understood what to do. They knew the game all two well. The Gourgeist sat on her legs facing her, while the Haunter hovered on the ground in front of her feet. With the heavy Gourgeist on her legs, she couldn't move at all. Both eyed the timer until it hit 20 minutes, then they got to work. Haunter began to scratch her smooth soles, while Gourgeist slid its prehensile hair up her dress, and began to brush her sides. Because the Hex Maniac's last, most secret oddity was she loved to be tickled.
She had come up with the game years ago to deal with her desire to be helplessly tickled, but still have some control over her situation. Her Pokemon could tickle her however they wanted until the timer ran out. Usually she only set it for 5 or 10 minutes, never more then 15, but she was feeling adventurous today. When the timer ran out, she would call them back, then free herself. But if she dropped either pokeball, that Pokemon could tickle her as long as it wanted. She had dropped them twice before, once during a 10 minutes session and once during a 15 minute one, and both times they tickled her to around 20 minutes. If she returned them early, they were allowed to tickle her as long as they wanted next time. And they all knew no matter how angry they might get if she did that, no matter how merciless they might be in revenge, there would be a next time. They, in turn, would not try to take the pokeballs away. She loved the game mainly because she didn't just want to be tickled, she wanted to be powerless. This way, she could choose how long the tickling was, but once it started, she couldn't stop it, and if they tickled her well enough, it may even go a few minutes longer then she wanted, which really excited her.
Within seconds she was going crazy. The two Pokemon had gotten very good at tickling over the years, and knew exactly how to torment her best. Wild Gourgeists were known to delight in their victims suffering, and her's, though much less malevolent, still maintained that attitude. its soft hair slid up and down her sensitive, vulnerable ribs, covering the entirety of her sides with tickling, brushing strands. Occasionally it even brushed over her stomach, making her twitch in surprise each time, and she would even let out a shriek if one of its “fingers” slid into her bellybutton. It knew her armpits were even more sensitive, but it liked to break her down first.
Haunter, meanwhile, delighted in going after her soft feet. She took good care of them, so they were very sensitive. And its claw-like fingers was taking advantage of this, mercilessly stroking up and down as she uncontrollably tried to move them away, not that she could. All she could do was try and scrunch them up. But every time she did, it dug its claws into the deliciously sensitive spots below her toes, forcing her feet taut, and cruelly making her try and keep them still for the horrible sole scratching to avoid even worse tickling.
The whole time they tickled her, she felt herself growing aroused, and soon her underwear started getting damp. Being tortured like this, and being powerless to stop it, always proved to drive her wild in more ways then one, and her Pokemon were oh so good at tickling her in just the right way to make her go nuts, even now when they were just toying with her.
But they knew what really tickled her. As time ticked down, Haunter mischievously stuck its claws between her toes, moving down her feet until it had tickled between each pair, then moving back. She screamed with laughter, and tried to shake her feet away, but it easily followed them, never letting up the toe tickling for a second.
Gourgeist, meanwhile, took this as a cue to go for her armpits. As it began to brush them, she instinctively tried to pull her arms down, going manic as it proved pointless. Unlike her feet, she couldn't even try and move her armpits away from the brush-like hair, and it made it that much worse. All she could do was laugh and scream as her Pokemon tormented her without mercy.
At 13 minutes in, she glanced at the timer and realized that she couldn't do 20 minutes. She begged her Pokemon to stop, explaining she knew the rules, but it was too much, and if they stopped, she'd go for 15 minutes the next TWO times! As they continued to tickle her and ignore her pleading, she repeatedly upped the offer until she was begging for them to accept the next 10 times, but they weren't taking it. As much as they loved their master, they also loved it when she was past her breaking point, and they might never get the chance to take it this far again. She meanwhile, was in blissful agony. She couldn't take anymore tickling, but at the same time, hitting the point where she actually couldn't take it but being unable to stop it was turning her on harder then she could have imagined, especially given that she was only 2/3s of the way done. She could feel the fire building up in her even as she begged them to stop.
At 19 minutes, Gourgeist went all out, digging into what it knew was her worst spot, two specific points in her overly ticklish armpits. With a shriek, she dropped Haunter's ball, but held onto Gourgeist's. It angrily continued to torment the sensitive spots, its frown a marked contrast to her helpless laughing face. Still, she manged to hold on until the timer went off, and she called it back without hesitation. There was nothing she could do about Haunter, but with only it tickling, she was able to withstand it, even with it tormenting her toes. She dropped its ball and kept her feet at still as she could, so as not to ruin its fun, as it continued to happily torment her feet. However, when it showed no sign of stopping after a further 10 minutes, she began to stand up.
“I'm sorry Haunter” she said, having trouble due to being out of breath. Her hair was plastered to her sweaty face, and tears where running all down her neck. “I just can't take any more. I know it's against the rules, but you understand.” Haunter, evidently, did not understand. It floated up to her face and licked her. Unfortunately,a Haunters lick was capable of paralyzing its victim. As such, she slumped back to the ground, helpless to stop it as it began to dig its hands into her sides, the dress doing little against its pointy fingers.
Its sharp claws tickled in a whole different way than Gourgeist's soft hair, but it was just as, if not more, effective, and she couldn't help but scream. Unable to even squirm, all she could do was sit there limply as it tickled the hell out of her. But even then, despite the intense torment, being even more helpless then ever thrilled her, knowing that there was now quite literally nothing she could do but laugh and laugh, and there was n way to tell when it would end. Finally, as the paralysis began to wear off 15 minutes later, Haunter picked up its pokeball and handed it to her.
“Thanks, Haunter. I think we'll need to have a discussion about new rules though.” She had just enough time to register what was happening which its pokeball popped open before it was knocked from her hand. It hadn't given her its ball, it had given her Gourgeist's, still wearing its angry expression. It quickly grinned, however, when it realized what was going on. It sat on her legs, leaving her helpless once again, but now it faced her feet. Haunter, laughing at its trick, got back to work as Gourgeist began to explore her feet.
Gourgeist's hair also tickled in a whole different way then the normal foot tickling she received. It was like her entire foot was covered in tickling brushes. They not only tormented her foot from ball to heel, they also easily slid between her toes. In the back of her mind, the Hex Maniac though about how effective Gourgeist was at tickling between her toes, and that she'd have to let it try again sometime. Of course, that thought took a back seat to the realization that she had hit her limit 10 minutes ago from less effective tickling. She had no idea what to do. Begging had proved pointless, and she couldn't escape until they got off her. It was also highly unlikely someone would find her, and frankly, she didn't know if she'd rather be tickled insane or caught being tickled insane. Unfortunately, it hardly mattered. No one was coming this deep in the woods, and her Pokemon had only gotten started.
Once she was sure she had come deep enough, she sat down and took a few moments to rest. Or at least try to. She was too excited and nervous for what she was about to do, and her heart felt like a jackhammer inside her. Giving up, she started to set up. She placed a timer onto the ground, and took out a long length of chain with a metal ring on each end. She wrapped the chain several times around a sturdy tree branch until the two ends were at a specific height off the ground. She unrolled a long padded mat so it ended at the tree's trunk. Sitting against the tree on the mat, she held her arms up, comparing them to the length of the chain. Perfect. Next she wrapped a thick, padded cuff with a groove in the middle around each wrist, and put her shoes to the side, before setting the timer for 23 minutes. After that, she passed the end of each chain though the rings attached to it, creating a loop on each end that would tighten when pulled on, slipping them over the pads and into the grooves. Finally she took out two pokeballs, one in each hand, before sitting down against the tree, her legs in front of her, her dress sliding up against the tree until everything below her waist was exposed, including her purple satin panties. Her soft, pale feet, with their dark purple nail polish, almost reached the end of the mat. The loops tightened against the padded cuffs, such that she couldn't pull her arms down without standing up, which soon enough wouldn't be possible.
She triggered the pokeballs, releasing a Haunter and a Gourgeist. Specially, a super sized Gourgeist, standing 1.7m tall. They took in the situation, and instantly understood what to do. They knew the game all two well. The Gourgeist sat on her legs facing her, while the Haunter hovered on the ground in front of her feet. With the heavy Gourgeist on her legs, she couldn't move at all. Both eyed the timer until it hit 20 minutes, then they got to work. Haunter began to scratch her smooth soles, while Gourgeist slid its prehensile hair up her dress, and began to brush her sides. Because the Hex Maniac's last, most secret oddity was she loved to be tickled.
She had come up with the game years ago to deal with her desire to be helplessly tickled, but still have some control over her situation. Her Pokemon could tickle her however they wanted until the timer ran out. Usually she only set it for 5 or 10 minutes, never more then 15, but she was feeling adventurous today. When the timer ran out, she would call them back, then free herself. But if she dropped either pokeball, that Pokemon could tickle her as long as it wanted. She had dropped them twice before, once during a 10 minutes session and once during a 15 minute one, and both times they tickled her to around 20 minutes. If she returned them early, they were allowed to tickle her as long as they wanted next time. And they all knew no matter how angry they might get if she did that, no matter how merciless they might be in revenge, there would be a next time. They, in turn, would not try to take the pokeballs away. She loved the game mainly because she didn't just want to be tickled, she wanted to be powerless. This way, she could choose how long the tickling was, but once it started, she couldn't stop it, and if they tickled her well enough, it may even go a few minutes longer then she wanted, which really excited her.
Within seconds she was going crazy. The two Pokemon had gotten very good at tickling over the years, and knew exactly how to torment her best. Wild Gourgeists were known to delight in their victims suffering, and her's, though much less malevolent, still maintained that attitude. its soft hair slid up and down her sensitive, vulnerable ribs, covering the entirety of her sides with tickling, brushing strands. Occasionally it even brushed over her stomach, making her twitch in surprise each time, and she would even let out a shriek if one of its “fingers” slid into her bellybutton. It knew her armpits were even more sensitive, but it liked to break her down first.
Haunter, meanwhile, delighted in going after her soft feet. She took good care of them, so they were very sensitive. And its claw-like fingers was taking advantage of this, mercilessly stroking up and down as she uncontrollably tried to move them away, not that she could. All she could do was try and scrunch them up. But every time she did, it dug its claws into the deliciously sensitive spots below her toes, forcing her feet taut, and cruelly making her try and keep them still for the horrible sole scratching to avoid even worse tickling.
The whole time they tickled her, she felt herself growing aroused, and soon her underwear started getting damp. Being tortured like this, and being powerless to stop it, always proved to drive her wild in more ways then one, and her Pokemon were oh so good at tickling her in just the right way to make her go nuts, even now when they were just toying with her.
But they knew what really tickled her. As time ticked down, Haunter mischievously stuck its claws between her toes, moving down her feet until it had tickled between each pair, then moving back. She screamed with laughter, and tried to shake her feet away, but it easily followed them, never letting up the toe tickling for a second.
Gourgeist, meanwhile, took this as a cue to go for her armpits. As it began to brush them, she instinctively tried to pull her arms down, going manic as it proved pointless. Unlike her feet, she couldn't even try and move her armpits away from the brush-like hair, and it made it that much worse. All she could do was laugh and scream as her Pokemon tormented her without mercy.
At 13 minutes in, she glanced at the timer and realized that she couldn't do 20 minutes. She begged her Pokemon to stop, explaining she knew the rules, but it was too much, and if they stopped, she'd go for 15 minutes the next TWO times! As they continued to tickle her and ignore her pleading, she repeatedly upped the offer until she was begging for them to accept the next 10 times, but they weren't taking it. As much as they loved their master, they also loved it when she was past her breaking point, and they might never get the chance to take it this far again. She meanwhile, was in blissful agony. She couldn't take anymore tickling, but at the same time, hitting the point where she actually couldn't take it but being unable to stop it was turning her on harder then she could have imagined, especially given that she was only 2/3s of the way done. She could feel the fire building up in her even as she begged them to stop.
At 19 minutes, Gourgeist went all out, digging into what it knew was her worst spot, two specific points in her overly ticklish armpits. With a shriek, she dropped Haunter's ball, but held onto Gourgeist's. It angrily continued to torment the sensitive spots, its frown a marked contrast to her helpless laughing face. Still, she manged to hold on until the timer went off, and she called it back without hesitation. There was nothing she could do about Haunter, but with only it tickling, she was able to withstand it, even with it tormenting her toes. She dropped its ball and kept her feet at still as she could, so as not to ruin its fun, as it continued to happily torment her feet. However, when it showed no sign of stopping after a further 10 minutes, she began to stand up.
“I'm sorry Haunter” she said, having trouble due to being out of breath. Her hair was plastered to her sweaty face, and tears where running all down her neck. “I just can't take any more. I know it's against the rules, but you understand.” Haunter, evidently, did not understand. It floated up to her face and licked her. Unfortunately,a Haunters lick was capable of paralyzing its victim. As such, she slumped back to the ground, helpless to stop it as it began to dig its hands into her sides, the dress doing little against its pointy fingers.
Its sharp claws tickled in a whole different way than Gourgeist's soft hair, but it was just as, if not more, effective, and she couldn't help but scream. Unable to even squirm, all she could do was sit there limply as it tickled the hell out of her. But even then, despite the intense torment, being even more helpless then ever thrilled her, knowing that there was now quite literally nothing she could do but laugh and laugh, and there was n way to tell when it would end. Finally, as the paralysis began to wear off 15 minutes later, Haunter picked up its pokeball and handed it to her.
“Thanks, Haunter. I think we'll need to have a discussion about new rules though.” She had just enough time to register what was happening which its pokeball popped open before it was knocked from her hand. It hadn't given her its ball, it had given her Gourgeist's, still wearing its angry expression. It quickly grinned, however, when it realized what was going on. It sat on her legs, leaving her helpless once again, but now it faced her feet. Haunter, laughing at its trick, got back to work as Gourgeist began to explore her feet.
Gourgeist's hair also tickled in a whole different way then the normal foot tickling she received. It was like her entire foot was covered in tickling brushes. They not only tormented her foot from ball to heel, they also easily slid between her toes. In the back of her mind, the Hex Maniac though about how effective Gourgeist was at tickling between her toes, and that she'd have to let it try again sometime. Of course, that thought took a back seat to the realization that she had hit her limit 10 minutes ago from less effective tickling. She had no idea what to do. Begging had proved pointless, and she couldn't escape until they got off her. It was also highly unlikely someone would find her, and frankly, she didn't know if she'd rather be tickled insane or caught being tickled insane. Unfortunately, it hardly mattered. No one was coming this deep in the woods, and her Pokemon had only gotten started.
