Content tags: Forced orgasms, F/F, female sub, tickle torture (full body, heavy focus on the upper body, especially the armpits.

Synopsis

Lisa and Amber, girlfriends in their early 20’s, are very open about their sexual desires. One day, Amber tells Lisa about orgasm torture. Not believing her, Lisa enters a bet with Amber; she will endure hours of orgasm torture, and won’t be released unless she asks to be tickled, which Lisa cannot stand. Lisa is confident in her endurance, but will soon learn that she isn’t quite as strong as she thinks she is.

Lisa and Amber, bare of all clothing, sat on one side of a large, plush bed, preparing for the night ahead. Amber gently secured and tightened a heavy-duty padded leather cuff to Lisa’s unbound wrist while her girlfriend downed a tall glass of water.

“Ankles.” Amber ordered, and Lisa swung her ankles onto Amber’s awaiting lap.

“No tickling,” Lisa teased, wiggling her small feet and slender toes.

“I won’t,” Amber replied, securing two cuffs onto each ankle. “Not yet, anyway.”

Lisa smirked, confident.

“And… done!” Amber said proudly, having snuggly tightened the final cuff around Lisa’s ankle. “You ready?”

“Hell yeah.”

Amber helped Lisa get into position, directing her to stretch her limbs to each corner of the bed. Once Lisa was in an ‘X’ shape, Amber began securing her girlfriend’s cuffed ankles and wrists with strong leather straps, binding her to the bed.

“Try struggling, sweetie!” Amber asked, standing at the foot of the bed.

Lisa began tugging at the leather straps, and found that they had a bit of leeway. Though strong and firm, they didn’t stretch her petite body, and she could still struggle.

Amber, satisfied with the restraints, crawled onto the bed to kneel beside Lisa. “Last chance to change your mind,” she said, pushing a lock of dark-brown hair behind Lisa’s ear.

“No,” Lisa said, biting her lip out of excitement and nervousness. “I won’t be ‘overstimulated’ by orgasms, that’s just not possible.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that,” Amber replied saunteringly, and leaned in for a kiss.

Lisa puckered up and closed her eyes, awaiting Amber’s soft lips. Just as she felt Amber’s wavy blonde hair tickle her cheeks, she felt a smooch on her neck.

Amber rose, smirking. “We can do that after.”

Lisa stuck her tongue out at her, but didn’t protest any further as Amber crawled back to the foot of the bed.

To Lisa’s confusion, Amber assumed a spot between her spread-out legs, facing her.

“I thought you said you were going to use a vibrator?” Lisa asked.

“I will,” said Amber. “But first, let’s warm you up a little bit, shall we?”

Not waiting for a response, Amber ducked down, and began licking Lisa’s downstairs.

Lisa yelped, jumping despite her restraints, thoroughly caught off guard by the sudden move. But she didn’t protest, no; instead, she let Amber continue.

Amber licked up and down the length, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, with no pattern behind her motions. Sometimes, for only a few seconds, she would even use the very edges of her teeth on the sensitive flesh, while flicking her tongue to taste the soft, sweet skin.

Lisa bucked and writhed as Amber did this, grabbing the sheets with her hands to make up for her inability to grope at Amber’s skin.

As if she knew Lisa’s frustrations, Amber grabbed her lover’s hips, taking care to not tickle them. Gently, she forced the writhing hips down, keeping Lisa mostly still as she teased.

“Oh!” Lisa yelped, Amber’s tongue graced the very tip of her nub. “Please!”

“Please what?” Amber asked.

“Let me- EEK!” Lisa squeaked as Amber just barely nibbled her most sensitive spot.

“Please!” Lisa begged, hands gripping the sheets so hard she threatened to pull them off the mattress.

“Hmm…” Amber pondered. “No. Not yet.”

Amber’s teasing continued for only five more minutes, but to Lisa it felt like ages, despite how amazing it felt.

Finally, slowly, Amber licked the entire length until she reached the nub, and finally began giving it the attention it deserved.

Amber lightly licked directly on and around the nub, careful to not push Lisa over the edge just yet. When she wondered Lisa might be close she pulled back and teasingly blew on the sensitized skin.

Finally, after giving it a brief nibble, Amber gently suckled and licked, and this time didn’t pull back or push Lisa back down as she felt her body rise off the bed in spite of her bindings.

Lisa moaned in ecstasy as she finally released, shoulders pushing into the bed as she arched her back, and her heels dug into the bed as her toes curled.

Finally, Lisa gently fell to the bed, like a feather. Her back straightened, her toes splayed, and her breathing, though shallow and, returned to a steady pace.

“You alright?” Amber asked, coming to lay on her side next to Lisa.

“Yea… yea,” Lisa reponsded, mostly aware of Amber’s petite form lying next to her.

“Was that fun?”

“Yes…”

“Good,” Amber responded, pushing stray hair strands back behind Lisa’s ears. “Because from now on, it’s going to be much, much worse.” She planted a kiss on Lisa’s rosy cheek before shuffling off the bed, walking to the foot of the bed.

Kneeling, Amber pulled a hand-held massaging device and a large, padded belt, much like the one that secured her wrists and ankles from underneath the bed. She walked back to the side of the bed, and leaned in to secure the vibrator to Lisa’s right thigh.

Amber tightened the belt until he wondered it was snug. “Is that too tight?” She asked, turning to Lisa, who was chewing in her lower lip.

“No.”

“Good,” Amber said, clicking the vibe to its maximum setting. Before turning it on, she looked back to Lisa again.

“Last chaaaaance,” she teased, though it was a sincere offer.

“No, I want this.” Lisa responded, already grabbing at the sheets again.

While still looking into her eyes, smiling, Amber turned the vibrator on, and stepped back.

Instantly, sensation shot through Lisa’s entire body from her crotch, the strength of the vobrator catching her off-guard.

“AH! It’s so strong!”

“Bought it just for you, babe,” Amber said, caressing Lisa’s chin.

Lisa soon became accustomed to the powerful device, and started to enjoy the sensations it gave her. Although the vibe couldn’t hold a candle to a skilled human, Lisa found it satisfactory. As much as she could, Lisa instinctively thrusted her hips upwards to meet the steady vibration of the device.

The device, unfaltering, continued its strong, steady vibration regardless of Lisa’s movements. It wasn’t designed for this purpose, so it didn’t pause, nor did it change its rhythm. It just droned, even as Lisa begged between soft moans.

“Please…” Lisa begged under her breath, kicking her legs all she could and curling her toes to egg on the inkling of an orgasm she felt deep within.

Finally, just as the constant vibration was just beginning to tickle her sensitive flesh, Lisa started to feel warmth rising from her crotch. Her small chest began to rapidly rise and fall, and she grabbed at the sheet, taking clumps of it in her balling fists.

Yes, Lisa wondered. YES!

“YES!” Lisa cried as she finally climaxed, tearing a corner of the fitted sheet off the mattress as she bucked in bonds, reveling in the orgasm as it washed over her body, filling every nerve with heat.

Lisa felt as if she was buzzed as the vibrator hummed on, though she did notice Amber kneel by her side, her face over her own.

“That looked fun,” a blushing Amber said, small chest rising and falling as she leaned over her girlfriend.

Lisa moaned, the vibrator still humming against her. “It was-” Lisa caught her breath, calming herself despite the obvious distraction. “This is easy.”

Amber smiled, and leaned in to caress Lisa’s small breasts as she tenderly kissed her girlfriend’s neck and face. “It won’t be for long.”

After planting a few more tender pecks along Lisa’s breasts, which made her giggle, Amber rose from the bed and grabbed a chair, taking a seat to watch Lisa.

Lisa already began to feel aroused, and prepared herself for another climax. Unlike the previous orgasm, this one came quick, and Lisa bucked and moaned again as heat filled her, and a tear of ecstasy rolled from her eye.

“That’s two~” Amber teased sweetly, watching in excitement as Lisa settled back onto the bed. “How much more do you think you can take?”

“I- ergh!” Lisa grunted, the vibrator incessantly stimulating her now extra-sensitive parts. “I could take a hundred.”

Amber smiled, so softly, but her eyes betrayed the hunger within. “We’ll see.”

…

“AAAGH!” Lisa dug her shoulders into the mattress and gripped the sheets as another orgasm rocked her body. How… How many now? Lisa wondered, but found she could barely utter the words to Amber.

Amber, grinning at her increasingly desperate girlfriend, still sat next to Lisa on the chair. Her legs were crossed confidently. “That was the fifteenth.”

Lisa clenched her teeth as she felt another orgasm approach.

“Had enough, baby?”

Lisa did everything she could to withstand the orgasm that she felt welling up, baring her teeth as she shook head, hitting the bed. “NO! I-” Lisa gasped, and bucked her hips upwards. She had let her guard down for just a second, no more, and her body won.

“AAAAAA!” Lisa screamed, violently thrashing as much her tight bonds would allow.

Amber quickly scrambled onto the bed, and turned the massager down a few notches. Though it still vibrated against her, Lisa wasn’t in borderline pain anymore.

“Wh… Why did you turn it down, I thought-“

Amber interrupted. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Lisa said, shifting her hips on the bed, paradoxically wanting and not wanting to have another orgasm.

“If you’ve had enough…” Amber said, trailing off as she sat on her heels..

“No! I can take more!”

Amber’s hungry grin returned, and her hand went down to the device again. “Are you sure?” She asked, her finger on the switch.

“Yes,” Lisa said, bracing for the return of the awful vibrations.

“If you say so!” Amber flicked the switch back to high, and quickly resumed her perch on the chair.

“GAAAAAAH!” Lisa yelled, not expecting the vibrations to be so harsh.

This new wave of droning torture shook Lisa to her literal core, and she bucked and thrashed as much as she could, groaning through gritted teeth.

Her reactions renewed, Amber watched with glee as Lisa’s face screwed up in pained pleasure, her bonds preventing her from ripping the accursed vibrator from her most sensitive parts. Lisa groaned and whined as yet another orgasm shocked through her body.

Though Lisa’s reactions were entertaining, Amber did eventually grow bored of Lisa’s resistance. One could watch an orgasm-rattled woman for so long before losing interest, Amber mused.

Amber crawled back onto the bed, kneeling by Lisa as she was once again rocked by another orgasm.

She leaned down, blonde hair brushing Lisa’s cheeks. “Look, watching you is fun and all, but I’m getting bored,” she said sweetly, caressing Lisa’s chin.

“So I’m going to get some juice,” she said, rising from the bed and stretching. “I’ll leave the door open so I can hear you, just give me a shout if you need anything, ok?”

Lisa shouted as yet another orgasm rocked. “YES, OK!” She yelled, losing control of her volume. Amber patted her cheek a couple times before leaving her girlfriend. Alone. The only presence in the room with Lisa then was the awful device strapped to her thigh.

Without Amber near her, Lisa’s sense of time began to slip. She had begun keeping track of her orgasms after the twentieth, and relied on them to keep her sanity.

Twenty-one.

Twenty-two.

An especially double orgasm shot through her, and Lisa would’ve rolled from the bed if it wasn’t from the restraints.

Twenty… Twenty-five?

How long had it been since Amber left? What was taking her so long?

Another orgasm.

And another.

And another.

They won’t- Another racked her.

They won’t- And another rocked through her. HOW MANY??

Amber PLEASE!

Thirty, a hundred, a thousand, the numbers were all the same to Lisa then. Time went so slowly for her, and only slowed down more with each awful wave of mechanical pleasure.

AMBER PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE- “MAKE IT STOOOOP!” Lisa screamed. “AMBEEEEER PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!”

She had broken.

Amber came rushing into the room, carrying two large glasses of water. She set them down and quickly turned off the massaging device that tortured Lisa so, and held her

.

Lisa huffed, grateful that Amber had so quickly come to her rescue, and that now she was lying next to her and holding her so gently.

Amber gently kissed Lisa’s blushing, sweaty face, stroking the hair that had clumped on the sides and forehead behind her ears. She held her overstimulated girlfriend in her arms, calming her with her embrace. They laid there, silent except for Lisa’s breathing, until her breathing returned to typical.

Amber raised her head to meet Lisa’s eyes, which had become slightly watery due to the orgasms. “You ready?” Amber didn’t need to elaborate. Lisa knew exactly what she meant.

“Can’t we… just stay here? Like this?”

Amber pecked her cheek. “We can, if you want.”

Lisa sighed. She knew if she didn’t want to, Amber wouldn’t make her go through with it. They even had a safeword if things got too bad for her. But she had made a deal, and she had lost. Lisa breathed, readying herself.

“Ok,” she said, determined. “I’m ready.”

Amber carefully rose from the bed, as if Lisa was a fragile object that shouldn’t be disturbed. She went to the upper right corner of the bed, and adjusted the strap. Much to Lisa’s surprise, she felt her arm being pulled. Amber did the same thing for each of Lisa’s bound limbs, and stood at the foot of the bed.

“Try struggling, again,” Amber commanded. “Please.”

Lisa tried pulling on the straps, but found that they had no slack. No matter how hard she pulled or bucked, she barely lifted from the bed. Lisa was incredulous, shocked that her bondage could somehow get even tighter.

“I-I can’t move!” Lisa said, more to herself than Amber.

Amber’s lips parted, and a sadistic grin spread across her face. “Good.”

Amber squatted, her face eye level at Lisa’s petite feet. As she slowly brought her hands to Lisa’s feet, Lisa flailed her feet and scrunched her toes, all that her bondage allotted her, in some attempt to ward off the inevitable.

And Amber pounced.

Lisa instantly burst into laughter, Amber’s rounded fingernails scribbling across her soles. The orgasmic torture just minutes earlier had made Lisa a sweaty, sensitized mess, and the extra slickness had made Amber’s tickling all the easier for her.

“NOHOHOTHEREHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Lisa screamed as Amber wildly scratched at her small feet, honing in on her especially ticklish arches. All the while, Amber teased and cooed at her restrained girlfriend. “Aww, is my little girlfriend ticklish? Is it worse here? Or here?”

Just as Lisa wondered it wouldn’t get worse, she felt hard plastic nubs scratching at her right foot. “WHAHAHATHEFUAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!” Lisa’s laughter devolved into screams as a flat hairbrush was scrubbed against her smooth, pink feet, becoming red as the awful implement bit into her skin.

Amber eventually put the brush apart, and crawled onto the bed. Though Lisa’s feet were an excellent spot, they were not her end goal.

Lisa thrashed all she could in her bonds as Amber slowly tickled her the length of her legs, squeezing at her kneecaps before scribbling away at her thin, bare thighs. She stayed there for a while, getting dangerously close to her still overly-sensitive crotch as she spidered up and down Lisa’s inner thighs.

Finally, Amber moved up to Lisa’s midsection, and paused. Lisa gasped, and looked down at her girlfriend. Amber bore a sadistic grin and an almost-evil look in her eyes. Her hands, like wicked claws, hovered over Lisa’s lithe midsection, which rose and fell as she found herself breathing deeply out of fear. Lisa wanted to beg for mercy, but found that she couldn’t form the words.

“Ten… Nine…” Amber counted, and Lisa braced herself. But it was futile, for Amber dug into Lisa’s sides before continuing.

“AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!” Lisa screamed, and bounced in place as Amber spidered all ten of her fingers up and down her sides and tummy.

Just as Amber suspected, though Lisa was ticklish all over, her upper-body was proving to be especially ticklish. Amber alternated between harshly digging her fingers into Lisa’s sides and lightly skittering her nails around her tummy, and reveled in Lisa’s screaming laughter.

“PLEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA-” Lisa begged, but was caught off as Amber started tickling her slick belly with all ten fingers. “AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHANOHOHO!”

Amber’s grin somehow grew wider, and she found herself starting to discover herself aroused at Lisa’s reactions. The way she thrashed, how she begged, the peals of laughter, and the soft skin beneath her fingertips- it was all so exhilarating.

Amber slowly tickled her way to Lisa’s navel and ribs, tickling each with one hand. The combination of awfully ticklish spots, and Amber laying between her legs, made Lisa squirm in frustration.

Amber moved to only tickling her ribs, torturing them with a vareity of tickling techniques. Following no pattern, Amber counted, pinched, and ran her fingers up and down Lisa’s ribs, playing them like instruments. Lisa squealed each time Amber poked and lightly scratched at the skin between her ribs, something her sadistic girlfriend started to do more frequently.

“Aww, all that screaming from that?” Amber cooed.

“YEHHEHHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAIEEE!”

“AAHAHAHAHAHAHNONO!” Lisa bellowed as Amber gave her a quick raspberry, which only served to further humiliate the embarrassed Lisa.

Amber continued this torment for what felt like hours to the tickle-frazzled Lisa who, despite all the mirth, still pleaded for Amber to grant her some sort of mercy. As if to reject these pleas, Amber had started using her own feet to tickle Lisa’s bound feet, the brief tickles catching Lisa off-guard each time.

Amber scooted up a bit, briefly rubbing against Lisa’s crotch, which teased her terribly, to begin tickling at her small, soft breasts. Lisa found herself squealing and laughing as Amber scribbled her nails all around the pert breasts, using one hand to trace their subtle curvature and the other to softly scratch at the sensitive skin, sending Lisa into fits of laughter as she yearned for something, anything else to be stimulating her chest.

Finally, Amber started to slow down, and shuffled up Lisa’s body while still tickling her sides with one hand until she loomed over Lisa, straddling her waist, hands primed to resume the torture, and a few sadistic giggles leaving her lips. Lisa could only huff for air, beholding the terrifying sight of her girlfriend before her.

“Ready or not…” Amber said softly, lowering her hands to Lisa’s most ticklish spot…

My armpits! Lisa wondered, gulping. Though she knew that escape was hopeless, her mind commanded her body to write and thrash in her bonds, her deepest instincts vying for an escape from the coming attack.

After a torturously slow descent, Amber’s hands finally met the fleshy mounds, and began hovering her fingers over them, just barely scraping the surface.

“EEEHAHAHAPLEASEPLEHEHEHE!” Amber almost fell back, shocked by just how ticklish her girlfriend’s armpits were. The lightest of touches had sent her girlfriend thrashing beneath her, teasing her… Later, Amber wondered.