You decide a little lotion on Kelly's breasts is the best way forward. With both gloved hands covered in tickle itch lotion, you approach
Kelly, who figures out what's coming and freaks out.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. NOT THE BOOBS, STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM MY POOR BOOBS" she screams,
shaking her head and struggling hard against the restraints. "Oh, my dear Kelly. You MUST try to see that we're doing this to help
you" you tell her as you get closer. "HELP ME? FUCK YOU, YOU'RE GONNA TORTURE MY TITS" she cries. "Shh, I'm sorry sweetie.
Don't threat, you'll be howling with laughter in just a few minutes" you say as you begin applying the tickle itch lotion to both of Kelly's
breasts. She seems panicked throughout the ordeal, squealing and cursing under her breath.
"There now, how does it feel so far?" you ask. "GO...TO...HELL" strained Kelly, trying not to let the lotion win. "Don't fight it, it's just doing
it's job. Here comes your nipples. Oh my, they've gotten hard as I've applied the lotion. Does it itch yet?" you ask. "GNNNNNNNNNOPE"
replied Kelly. "Alright then, I'll just leave it work it's magic" you say.
Kelly is visibly having a horrific time with the lotion on her breasts. She breaths faster, tears form, but she refuses to break. You decide it's
time for some verbal encoragment.
"How're your breasts feeling now? Do they itch? Is it unbearable. Does your skin CRAWL as if bugs were walking on it?" you ask as you watch
Kelly begin to lose control. "HOOOOOOOOOOOOH...FUCKYOUUUUUUUUUU" says Kelly through her teeth. "It must be so itchy, and no relief either,
Your poor titties are tingling with ticklishness...and I bet you'd do ANYTHING just to scratch. Come on, Kelly. Let go. Your tits can't tingle forever without
you breaking" you say, softly in Kelly's ear. "GRR...OOH...UHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH. LEMME SCRATCH EM,
IT'S FUCKING TORTURE. MY TITS...MY NIPPLES...OH PLEASE DOCTOR, DON'T TICKLE MY TITS" cried Kelly as she finally gave,
unable to stay strong any longer. "That's good, torture is what we're going for. Alright, sweetheart, time for my feathers to get to work"
you grin as you pick up two feathers. Kelly closes her eyes, unable to watch the soft, teasing, ticklish feather tips getting closer and
closer to her breasts. As soon as they made contact, Kelly exploded with laughter.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAA. YOU ASSHOLE,
FUCKING STOP. BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. MY TITS, MY TIHIHIHIHITS.
*GASP* GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA............................NOTMUHNIP PLESAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAA.
OH SHIT, I'M GONNA DIE LAUGHING. NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
screamed Kelly. "Oh, this is perfect. This is the result we want, let's keep that glorious laughter flowing" you say as you focus the feathers
primeraly on Kelly's nipples. Kelly couldn't even beg or protest, she could only scream, shriek and laugh as the feathers stroked and teased
her puffy areolas, which seemed to become more and more erect as the tickling went on. Eventually, it was time to give Kelly a break to save
her from passing out. You let her have a drink that was left in the room, which she seemed to guzzle down.
"Alright, my dear. It's time for a change in the area of focus. Your breasts have given us the results we've been needing. At this rate, you'll be done
in no time" you say to Kelly. "FUCK YOU. THAT WAS THE WORST KIND OF HELL, YOU FUCKING SADIST. MY TITS ARE STILL TINGLING AND
THE NIPPLES WON'T GO DOWN" growled Kelly. "This is normal, I promise you" you say to her.
You take a few minutes to decide the next area to apply the tickle itch lotion.
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