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PPG story: TPGB chapter 8, f/f, ff/f, incest, mast

Yet_One_More_Idiot

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OK, here's the next part. I wrote two versions of this one, as the first version wasn't allowed on RowdyRuffFighters for being too mature (PG-13 limit to avoid Yahoo! shutting it down; I can see where he's coming from). This is that version. 😀

The whole story (so far) can be found at http://scottyboyo.tripod.com

Hairy Gregory Studios​

in association with
Scotty Boyo-PPGTKL Productions
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The Powerpuff Girls
in
Laughter in Townsville:
Tickled Pink, Green and Blue

Chapter 5B: Revenge is Sweet, Justice is Sweeter

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"Unh...where am I?" Buttercup said as the very first thing when she woke up. Her vision was still distorted and blurred, but she could make out a semi-recognisable white blob standing several metres away.

"Sooo, the prisoner's awake, then", it said, in a high-pitched yet melodic voice. There was the clacking sound of high-heeled footsteps as the white shape moved across the stone floor, and then Buttercup heard a telephone conversation. "Sister - yes, she's just woken up, and is ready for torture now..."

"Torture? Oh please, you two couldn't torture a suicidal man into killing himself!" Buttercup said, mockingly.

"Very good Buttercup; keep it up, it'll make it all the more fun when we break you", said the girl, walking towards Buttercup. As the emerald puff's vision cleared, she stood face to face with a younger version of Princess - every bit as pretty, every bit as spoilt, every bit as...evil.

"Give it up, Duchess, you can't touch me. And my sisters will come looking for me when I don't return." Buttercup smirked triumphantly, a facial expression that felt more familiar to her than most others.

"Well let me just wipe that smirk right off you face then," said Duchess Morebucks, moving until their noses almost touched, and continued in a whisper, "this room is in a bunker that's shielded against your supervision, your physical strength, and all of your energy attacks. They won't be able to find you, let alone get you out. And while you were asleep, we chained you up with duranium, so don't expect that you'll be able to break free either."

"What?" Buttercup said, starting to get a little frightened. Until now, she hadn't even thought about why she had woken in a standing position; she soon found that she was chained to an upright X-frame - well, a pentagram-frame really. She was still clothed, to an extent; Princess had stripped her down to her underwear. For what purpose, she had yet to discover.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"Aw, starting to get a little worried are we?" Princess said in a babyish as she entered the room. "Don't worry, we'll give you plenty to be laughing about in due course." She strode over to her captive and examined her at close quarters, while Duchess gave Princess a hug from behind and began feeling her up. The scene made Buttercup want to throw up.

"Eww! You two are...an item?"

"Yes, but we're only stepsisters, so it's alright. Now shut up, Butterball", said Princess, and slapped Buttercup across the face. Then she turned around and gave her younger stepsister a passionate kiss that caused Duchess' toes to curl in her golden-coloured sandals and one of them to moan in pleasure. There was a small clattering sound as one of Duchess' sandals fell to the floor. As the two girls made out in front of Buttercup, she tried to ignore the scene and search for something - anything - she could use to escape. There was nothing that she could see.

The room was quite small, and on the far side of it there was a large locked wall cabinet. The walls appeared to be made of stone, but Buttercup could tell that from what Princess had said, the walls were probably lined with lead and duranium. Buttercup assumed - incidentally, correctly - that this building was not a part of the Morebucks' mansion.

She was sharply snapped out of her reverie by Duchess speaking up again - apparently, the fun was about to begin.

"So, what sort'a torture we talking about?" asked Buttercup, trying to appear nonchalant. "Hot coals? Boiling oil? Pokers? The rack? What, huh?"

"Oh, believe me, we thought of all those and far, far more," said Princess, now smirking, "but as we don't have any Antidote X at the moment, they would be wholly ineffective. And all the duranium went into making this bunker and your chains, so that ruined that idea too. In the end, you were the one who gave us a brilliant idea."

"Me? How?"

While Princess had been busy monologuing and drawing Buttercup's attention, Duchess had retrieved something from the cabinet and moved to Buttercup's side - the frame standing freely in the middle of the room, not against the wall.

"AAAAAAAA! HA HA HA HA HA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Duchess started by simply dragging the tip of the feather back and forth across the back of Buttercup's left knee; Buttercup, unaware, had no way to fight off the tickling sensations and immediately surrendered to them.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHahahahahahahahaa haa haa haa haa haaaaaa...oh god, that tihihihihihihihihihihihickles sohohohohohohohohohoho much.....hahahahahahahahahahaahhaahahahaha"

"Yes, I had a feeling it would," said Princess, observing the proceedings with no small amount of glee.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha....whyhihihihihihihihiihihihihi.......why are hahahahahahaha....you dohohoohoohohohohing this to meeheeheeheeheeheeheeeheeheeheehee?"

"Well," said Princess, reaching up to tickle Buttercup under her arms, "mostly because I can. Also, I've been looking for a suitable weakness - a chink in your armour, so to speak - that would allow me to break one of you. You see, if I can beat you, I can take your place in the Powerpuff Girls' trio when your sisters ask me to cover for you."

"Ohohohohoohohoohohohohoh plehehehehehehehease, that'll nehehehehehehehehehehever work", Buttercup stuttered out through her continuous giggling fit, "they'd ne....hehehehehehehehe....neeeeeeeeeever ask hahahahahahaha to take my plahahahahahahahace."

"They will if we torture them into agreeing", said Duchess, from where she was sitting behind Buttercup, "and then you'll be out of the picture and we'll be in prime position to take over the Powerpuff Girls!"

"NeheheheheheheHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEVEEEEEEEEEEER!" Buttercup just about screamed, as Princess swirled one long, manicured fingernail into Buttercup's belly button as her vest rode up with each deep-throated laugh.

"Oh, don't worry Buttercup, you'll crack eventually. We're prepared to wait," said Princess, "and we can keep this up much longer than you can stand it, I think."

"Nohohohohohohohoohohot on your...hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...l-l-l-l-l-life!" Buttercup screeched. Duchess stroked the backs of Buttercup's knees continuously, swiping the very tip of the feather back and forth along the same line, causing it to turn a slightly darker shade of pink. Buttercup's legs jerked and spasmed helplessly as she tried to protect herself from the tormenting titillation, but her bonds held fast around her ankles and knees. Her chest heaved with laughter as every breath that was sucked in was rapidly forced back out again by their skilful manipulations of her tickle-weakened form.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! O GOD - PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAVE MERHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERCY ON MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"Shall we, sis?" asked Duchess, still stroking the tips of two feathers over the backs of Buttercup's knees.

"Yeah, why not?" said Princess, giving Duchess a sly wink. The two girls stopped their infernal irritation of Buttercup's twitchy form and waited for several minutes until her giggles had subsided.

"Whats....the - hic! - deal now?" Buttercup gasped, hiccupping with all the laughter she had been forced to produce.

"Well, Butterdish", Princess said sarcastically, "how would you like the chance to ease your ordeal?"

There's a catch - there's gotta be a catch, Buttercup thought to herself. Out loud, she heard herself say, "Fine. How?"

"Well," said Princess, still smirking, "I'll tickle your feet for two minutes. If you can hold up without laughing for that time, then only one of us will tickle you at a time from then on."

Yeah, right, thought Buttercup. There's no way I could manage that - I'm too tickle-primed by all this tickling so far. And even if I won the wager, they'd just back out on the deal anyway. And if they don't, what's the difference between two people tickling you and just the one?

"So, what's my motivation to agree?" "Well, it should give you a little breather," said Duchess, and Buttercup snorted derisively.

"Okay, I'll do it. Not like I have a choice." "Good girl!" Duchess squealed, patting Buttercup's head condescendingly. Princess sat down on a stool provided by Duchess and, after a quick kiss from her stepsister, was ready to begin the contest.

"Ready, BC?" asked Princess.

"As I'll ever be. And don't call me BC - only my friends get to call me that."

"But we're friends, aren't we?" asked Princess, mockingly. "After all, we have a laugh together..."

"Not by...choice..." Buttercup grunted, as Princess began waving her manicured fingernails lightly under Buttercup's toes. The feeling was maddening, and not even five seconds had passed yet.

"My my Buttercup, if you're struggling not to giggle after only five seconds of such light tickling," said Duchess, haughtily, "there's no way you'll EVER last the distance."

"Will......too..........." Buttercup forced out through pursed lips, feeling powerful vibrations building in her chest, as the suppressed laughter began to force its way out.

Mustn't talk, thought Buttercup. They're trying to distract me - trying to make me laugh. Must concentrate - not give in. Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-nine bottles of beer; take one down and pass it around, ninety-eight bottle of beer on the wall. Ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-eight bottles...

Her toes on both feet kept wiggling wildly under the latest ticklish assault, but Buttercup didn't even crack a smile, let alone let a lone giggle slip out. Princess was becoming just the tiniest bit worried that she may in fact lose the wager as Buttercup held out past the thirty-second mark.

"Coochie coochie coo, little Buttercup", Princes sang, as she tickled the black-haired puff's heels for a little while instead. The girl's feet jerked frantically at the touch, her toes curled down hard to leave less vulnerable skin, and she tried to pull her legs together in a futile attempt to cover one foot with the other. Unfortunately for her, her feet were bound too tightly and too far apart to be able to manage this.

Ninety-four bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-four bottles of beer; take on down and pass it around...

Princess realised soon enough that Buttercup was concentrating hard, and that she needed to break that concentration if she was going to get the Powerpuff to submit to her will and her tickling. But how...? She had only twenty-five seconds left.

Suddenly, Princess had a brilliant idea - and unlike most of her previous ones, this might just work. With her left hand still tickling Buttercup's right heel, she let her right hand begin a slow trek up the back of Buttercup left leg, causing it to shiver mightily in its' bonds and her thigh muscles to begin spasming.

Ninety-two bottles of beer on the wall...

Then, just to keep Buttercup from getting too comfortable, she also changed tack on Buttercup's right foot, and began long, sweeping strokes of the callus-free pads on her fingers over the equally soft, and high, arch of Buttercup's foot. Being well versed in the arts of both pleasure and pain (and enjoying practicing them both on Duchess often), Princess knew that soft, fluttery tickling on the instep of the foot causes the exact opposite of curled toes; the foot flexes involuntarily, stretching the skin taut and increasing the sensitivity immensely.

As expected, Buttercup's toes unclenched slightly, but only wiggled in a rather restrained fashion, as she tried to force them to stayed scrunched up. Princess lightened her touch still further, and finally Buttercup's willpower gave out, and her toes splayed wide, allowing easy access between for Princess to dish out more ticklish agony.

Meanwhile, her right hand was now busily tickling the inside of Buttercup's left thigh, and her left leg continued to shake violently. A slight sheen of perspiration began to form on Buttercup's body as her concentration started to waver. Goosebumps sprang up on her legs from Princess' touches.

Princess could by now see that this was getting to Buttercup, and a good thing too - she had only about fifteen seconds left in which to get Buttercup to laugh. She let the hand wander ever higher, towards Buttercup's most private of all places, and continued going back and forth between tickling Buttercup's toes on her right foot - causing them to clamp together - and flickering over her instep which caused the reverse action.

Ninety bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-one bottles of beer...

Buttercup was losing focus, and screwed her face up in a last-ditch attempt to block out the titillation. Her right foot was shaking uncontrollably, squirming and flexing and waving about, trying to dodge out of the way of Princess' nimble fingers. Meanwhile, her left leg was similarly shimmying from side to side in its' bonds, as Princess finally started tickling Buttercup between her legs right through her panties.

"Five..." said Duchess, eagerly watching the proceedings and becoming increasingly excited as events unfolded; she resisted the urge to tickle Princess behind her ears - easily her most pleasurable tickle spot - it was so tempting, but it would spoil Princess' (and hence her own) fun.

"Four..."

Princess waved her fingernails ever so faintly over Buttercup's panties, causing her whole body to tremble as she fought to retain control just a few seconds longer; but that feeling was just so damned distracting.... A smile finally formed, unbidden, on Buttercup's face, extending from ear to ear.

"Noooooooooooooooooooo....p-p-p-p-p-please................ "

"Is that a giggle I hear coming, Buttercup?" Princess asked, tantalisingly.

"Three..."

"Or is it something else that's coming?" she continued, as she noted the wet spot forming on Buttercup's panties as her whole body went rigid. Buttercup's eyes flew wide open and her mouth formed the shape of the letter O.

"Two..."

Buttercup floated on a blissful cloud for just a few moments, before the tickling on her nether-regions and her right foot brought her back down to earth. She began twitching and fidgeting again, more rapidly than before, as her worn-out body was now several times more sensitive.

"One..."

"Nooooooooooooooooooooo.........heh..."

Buttercup tried to muffle the small giggle, but all her strength had given out on her finally and the giggles kept coming as she surrendered to the irresistible excitation.

"What was that, Buttercup?" asked Duchess.

"Heh...heh heh....o god please...it tihihihihickles so much," Buttercup sputtered out between gasping for breath and bursts of laughter.

"Good..." the other two girls agreed, and Duchess took a place behind Buttercup and began tickling the back of her bare neck. Buttercup tried to cover her neck by squashing her head into her shoulders, but it didn't work; instead, she just ended up shaking her head madly from side to side, exposing equally vulnerable spots alternately.

"Hee hee hee hee hee hee ha ha ha ha ha ha.............hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!"

"That’s it, Buttercup, laugh yourself silly", said Princess, as she continued her tickling of Buttercup on her foot and over her pussy. The wet spot grew still more, and soon Buttercup's panties were completely soaked through and dripping on the floor beneath her as Princess persisted in her ministrations. Buttercup began to moan despite herself as the torment/pleasure took a hold of her mind.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.....mmmmmmmmm....Oh! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee ooooooooooohohohohohohohohohohooooooooooooooooooooo....hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..........heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh....*gasp*..."

Finally, it all became far too much for Buttercup to handle, and consciousness slipped from her grasp as she was dragged under by a warm and fuzzy feeling.



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"Welcome back...again", said Duchess dryly, as Buttercup regained consciousness about a half-hour later.

"Clearly," said Princess, as she washed her hands in a basin behind Buttercup, "we found all the right buttons to push. Did you enjoy yourself Buttercup? I hope you did..."

"Because now the real agony begins", Duchess finished, grinning sadistically.

"Whaddya mean, begins?" asked Buttercup, her voice still vaguely slurred from waking up too quickly.

"Don't you know? Oh, this will be fun", Princess said, grinning just as evilly. She walked around to face Buttercup and grazed Buttercup underneath her budding breasts as she did so, prompting squeals of laughter from the bound puff. Then she started speaking again as she kept prodding and poking Buttercup's front at random.

"After experiencing climax, the body becomes much more sensitive than usual, for quite a while. You'll find you're far more ticklish than before, everywhere on your body." Duchess went behind Buttercup again and stuck a finger in the bound girls' tummy button, causing her to shake and let out spurts of chuckling. She slid her bare foot forward between Buttercup's legs and stroked Princess's foot with it, causing her older step-sibling to shiver and stop tickling Buttercup again. The younger girl came back around in front and held her stepsister's hand.

"Yeah, it'll be much worse than last time; pity we can't stay to watch, but we've got some...fun of our own scheduled."

"Whaddya mean?" Buttercup panted. "How are you gonna keep this up if you're not even IN here? That's not possible."

"That's true. That's why we had our R&D construct this lovely machine for you," said Princess, as Duchess pulled a lever in the wall. "Behold...the auto-tickler!"

"Could you come up with a crappier name?" Buttercup asked. Now fully back in control of her body, she also had regained her usual witty repartee.

"Oh, how droll", said Princess. "Let me give you the tour." As the device unfolded from the walls and the floor beneath her, Princess pointed out each part. "Each wheel is covered in feathers. All of them rotate at the same rate, controlled by this remote", and she held up the remote control to show Buttercup, before forcing it into Buttercup's left hand.

"The vertical wheel between your legs will tickle your pu. The vertical wheel beneath each foot will tickle your soles. Two more will tickle the backs of the legs, and another two will tickle your sides", she said, ripping Buttercup's vest from her body. "A final horizontal wheel will be responsible for tickling your stomach. There're power backups in case of a blackout, and this room is soundproof, so nobody will hear you. We'll bring you food twice a day - there's no point inviting further trouble by letting you die, is there?"

With that, Princess strolled gracefully from the room, and beckoned Duchess to follow her.

"I'll just switch off the lights," said Duchess smugly. "No sense in wasting electricity, eh sis?"

The room was plunged into darkness, and Princess's voice drifted in as the door swung slowly shut. "It's on a timer - set to start sometime in the next five minutes. Enjoy, Buttercrap. Mwa haa haa haa haa haa haa...."

THUD!

The door swung shut and everything went pitch black. All that Buttercup could hear was the low-level hum from a nearby generator, and felt the remote in her hand. She had seen that it contained two buttons; they were marked "slower" and "faster". Quite simple really - it would only speed up or slow down within certain presets of course, so it was really a matter of how she would prefer her torture...slow, or fast?



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To be continued...
 
AWE-SOME. Will you really just stop at 8?
I don't think we have enough of Buttercup yet.

And Blossom never got her own tickle session did she? 😉
 
if you look at koopacoopers' statistics you'll see he has a site that holds the rest of the chapters

sadly it seems he has not finished them or is not
i do like this series to
but he must have his time needed else where

oh well if he is still coming here
heres a very well done
i loved this story mate
 
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