You stop momentarily, the only mercy she will receive for a long time. Walking over to your supplies you still hear her giggling from where your fingers used to be, as if they've left an imprint on her belly. Returning to her as she gasps what little air she can, you neatly place a blindfold over her face blocking out all light from the outside world.
At first she's pleased, but soon realises she can no longer predict where you're going to tickle next. And with her sight gone she'll be focused even more on her tickling.
"GAHAHAHA!" she jumps as you tickle her belly for a second, pulling away almost instantly. The anxiety of where you're going to tickle next is killing her, and you know that.
"Now I'm going to make you really beg" you tell her, making her bite her lip as a response of arousal.
You gently place your fingertips atop her wrists and start gliding down her arms. She twists and giggles from this alone, once again trying in vain to stop her laughter as if you would have forgotten about how ticklish she was mere moments ago. Tracing down her arms you finally reach her underarms and stop.
"Please" she asks. A mix of both wanting and not wanting to be tickled there. Knowing it's her most ticklish spot that'll surely drive her over the edge, but wanting this more than anything.
"AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO WAIT WAHAHAHAHAHAIT!" she bursts out laughing as your merciless fingers start their work on her gorgeous underarms. Sweat that has formed around her wiggling body only making it easier to tickle her, somewhat acting like the lotion you'll use later to make her even more ticklish.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! MEEEERRRRCYYYYY AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" she begs, writhing around and trying her best to jump out of the bonds keeping her trapped. Only a couple minutes at best and she's already turning into putty in your very hands.
After 20 minutes of underarm torture, she's clearly losing it. Her head starting to spin, the only thing she can feel is being tickled. And while this state of submission excites her, she also begs it will end soon.
"BREAK! BREAHAHAHAHAHAK! I NEED A BREAK! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOO FUHUHUHAHAHAHACK! GET OHOHOHOHOUT OF MY UNDERAHAHAHARMS! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Break? So you want to be completely broken? Well I think I'll keep this up then"
"GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOO! HAVE MERCYYYY HAHAHAHAHA!" she laughs, having any possibility of an early escape whisped away from her as the assault on her underarms only gets worse. And her tear drenched blindfold only making her situation worse.
"AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OH FUCK NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GET OHOHOHOHOUT! NO PLEHEHEHEHEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Starting to find it hard to get words in between her laughing, matters only become worse for her as you hit a specific spot on her underarms sending her laughter up an octave. Her most feared spot, a spot she was hoping would be left secret to you now open for you to relish in as you bring her into ticklish esctasy.
"WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PFFHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOOOOOOOO!" she screams, knowing her torture will only get far worse from here.
"GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, FUCK STOP HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
After two hours of primal, merciless torture. It's finally time to move on.
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