![]() She’s completely broken, and utterly desperate for relief. Sweat and tears of laughter stream down her nose and drop on the dirt below. ![]() … AHAHAHAHAHAHA… PLEHEHEASE… NOT THE PITS… ANYTHIIING BUT THAAAAAT… YAARGAHAHAHAHAAAA! - She pleads, as 60 tentacles torment her taut, ultra smooth, freshly exfoliated, excruciatingly ticklish underarms.Įileen violently shakes her shoulders while also releasing a huge scream of ticklish agony. What’s being done to her feet tickles her horribly, but it pales in comparison with the ticklish agony she’s feeling underneath her arms. In fact, Eileen finds that on her underarms, this type of tickling is the most unbearable thing the plants have done to her so far. The plant’s feeding has left most of her exposed skin utterly immaculate, and much more sensitive to the light, fuzzy strokes. The tiny pinches have been replaced with fuzzy strokes, which to poor Eileen is not an improvement, but a different type of tickle hell. Three hours into her second session, the feeding frenzy has calmed down. Written by FeatherHeart22 tickle tickling ticklish All the poor girl can do is laugh her head off as her bubbly toes are pulled back at a maddeningly slow pace, eventually exposing the excruciatingly ticklish skin underneath them. More and more tentacles take hold of her toes, their combined might gradually defeating whatever strength Eileen can still muster. NOOHOHOHOHO! PLEEEASE NOT THAT! PLEEEEASE! AHAHAHAHA! - She senselessly begs, as her toes are slowly pulled back. Not to mention, several tentacles seem to have been tasked with “sensing” her feet, so instead of feeding, they are constantly dragging their length up and down her soles, tickling her with their micro-fibers. To her, it feels like an army of tiny hands pinching her delicate skin. They have been busily nudging their microscopic mouths against her soles, greedily scraping off all the dead skin they can find. While this happens, the tentacles facing her soles haven’t been idle. But no matter how much she squirms her poor feet, the tentacles keep advancing, until they have wrapped themselves around each and every one of her sexy toes. AAARG! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAAARGH! I CAAAN’T! I CAN’T TAKE IT! NOT THEEERE! - She cries out, shaking her feet as much as she can. She opens her eyes wide and gasps as the devilish things force their way between every toe, hardly believing how much the slowly dragging fibers tickle the virgin skin. She soon feels several of the fuzzy tentacles traveling up the back of her feet, heading towards her scrunched up toes. All this struggling buys her some momentary relief from the plant’s ticklish feast, but it’s the calm before the storm. Poor Eileen goes into a fit of intense struggling, tossing herself around as much as she can, and fiercely rubbing her feet against each other. NOOOOOOO! - She howls, her extremely ticklish feet now completely exposed. This grueling torture goes on for a about a minute, until suddenly, the tension on the socks is too much and they come flying off. Naaahahahahaha! NOT MY TOES! Ahahahahahaha! - She laughs away. She’s using her last ounces of resistance to try and keep her toes scrunched, yet little by little, her socks are pulled away. Her beautiful face is twisted into a grimace, as she laughs uncontrollably, with tears already running down her face. They now have free reign from her heels to the bottom of her balls. Moment by moment they slip up, exposing more and more skin to the hungry alien tentacles.Įileen goes crazy as the tentacle’s tips move up her feet in a row, tasting every millimeter of newly exposed skin. Every second drags on forever as her grip on her socks gradually diminishes. Eileen cries out, watching in horror as her feet are pulled away from each other at an excruciatingly slow pace.
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