A Titillating Scoop Part 2 (Patreon)

Poor, sweet April’s face was blazing red, dripping in sweat. Not only was the reporter burning up from the tickling AND the lust, but on top of all of that was the humiliation. The humiliation of having the best damn sexual experience of her life while being watched. Recorded for prosperity and broadcasted to a very special place.

Her plight, her torment, it was all being streamed to the hungry eyes of the horny viewers. In a situation like that you’d think the fear would come from not knowing who was watching you. Oh no, April was made well aware that her “captive audience” in every sense of the word were her friends the Ninja Turtles. Abducted and taken by Shredder, thanks to her ratting them out for one hell of an orgasm.

They were now being kept as pets. Their transgressions against the Footclan were too great for them to die, so instead they’re tormented daily. During the nights though the four turtles were forced to watch what’s become of their lovely reporter. 

A sex slave. A willing one, but a slave none the less. April and her magnificent body were now the exclusive property of youth mob boss Francesca Turtelli, a family name the giggling pet knew all too well. Someone who took every opportunity to toy with what she owned. 

Not a day went by that O’Neil wasn’t tickled within an inch of her life. Her body was Francesca’s favorite playground! She tickled for the sake of dominating her sweet, sweet April. 

It didn’t matter where they were either. Dates, elevators, gang meetings for lords sake. No moment or event took priority over Francesca’s desire to make her pet purr. Why wouldn’t she? It was April O’Neil. Men and women alike would give a limb just to talk to her, and Turtelli was able to make her squeal all she wanted? She’d notice the jealous glares others would flash her when tickling her pet in public. They’re jealous, because they wish they could be the one tickling a woman so splendid. Francesca saw it as her biggest crime if she didn’t torment O’Neil every chance she got.

It wasn’t lost on the beautifully ticklish “victim” that she was getting the better end of the stick in this loss.

The Footclan soldier brought the camera in nice and close, making sure every bit of enjoyment and suffering on her face was visible to the viewer. Or viewers in this instance.

“Come now ‘Little Miss O’Neil’, thrust those titties out for me. Don’t make me give that pretty little ass of yours another tickle spanking. Jut’ em our toots, I wanna give you a little pinch!~<3”

The flustered April O’Neil did exactly as she was told. Feeling that hot wave of pleasure and humiliation wash over her, enjoying the sensations her obedience brought. The appointed pet shamelessly soaked in the stimulation.

“OOHOHHHHOOHIHHOOOHHOIIOOIOO OH PLEASE! PLEEEEASE! FRANCESCASHAHAAH! AHAHAHAHAH!!!” 

“Awwwww  what? If ya don’t wanna give me ya tits then just take ‘em back Doll face.” The raven haired beauty tempted the slave to go against her. Francesca loved demonstrating her power. Proving to April herself just how broken she was. 

A slave to the pleasure in every sense of the word.

She brought her face close to April’s and snarled. “Do it. I dare you.”

April’s blushing body struggled in the gangster girl’s fingers, but she never release the arch in her back. She kept her stunning breasts on full display, obeying her mistress.

“That’s what I thought! Tickle tickle tickle! Who’s my ticklish lil dame? Say it nice and proud for mama!” 

Francesca heckled as she kept circling her long nail around the hard nub of April’s left tit. Every now and then she would lean in for a little kiss and a big nibble. O’Neil’s eyes popped open as she felt the teeth slowly pinch her, making her lust boil even more...

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