December Anniversary Part 4/4 - The Greatest Test (Patreon)

(Continuation of Naughty November Part 1/4 - Welcome to Hell.)

So, you've admitted you're a wanton little tickle slut, Laurie. You've screamed and cried and laughed, laughed, laughed. And you came. Oh, many times. You came and giggled and bucked under my hands, and under my feathers. Dear, you must be exhausted. Craving a break. A moment's rest.

Ahaha, no.

You didn't think we'd just let you realise this then let you leave, right? Cute girls who have ticklish epiphanies are too valuable to just throw away. Besides, you know that no human could torture you like a demon could. Sure, we'll let you go eventually, but not after showing off all my hard work. Yep, I need to prove it somehow. Prove you're really the needy, horny tickle-bitch you always wanted to be. Let all the demons know I'm the top tickle monster.

Hey, don't get stagefright on me now. They won't bite. Would it feel better if I blindfolded you, honey? Wh- yes? You're just saying that because you're a kinky tickle-slut. Ah, well, don't blame me when it's so much worse. Not being able to see where the feathers are coming from is torture. No way to prepare yourself. All you can do is giggle.

Does the rope hurt? No? Good. Don't want you to be uncomfortable, you might be here a while. My rigging is admired among demons. Keeping you on your tiptoes means each squirm has so much more weight to it, and means I can tickle the sole of that cute little foot if I want. And with that other thigh in the air, it gives me perfect access to your soft, soaked pussy... but... it's not like I need to touch it.

The rope rubs up so nice. Paired with your newfound role as my tickle-horny bitch, it'll make you nice and wet for me.

Drip. Drool. Fill the cup. Tilt the scale. When the cup tips the scales over, it'll prove that I'm sucessful in helping you realise your calling as a desperate knismolagniac. You need to prove to them that you're cured of your fear of what you want. All the demons will know that I'm not lying when I say you crave tickle torture. You'd beg for it. Beg for more, more, more.

Speaking of which, no talking during the trial. Open wide, cutie.

There. Nice and stuffed. Your mouth is so cute like this.

Now just relax and let yourself get nice and wet, pumpkin. We're not going to stop until you tip that scale. So you'd better be ready to drip for me.

Everyone's watching. Don't let me down, tickle-slut.