Drider Tickle Story

Chapter Thirteen

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"Professor!"
"Oh my gahd-uh, leave me alone!"
"I'm certain you've gotten all the data you need, now end this!"
"All the... I haven't even gotten a quarter of what I need! The lycans were just there to determine how much and how quickly she'd been swoon!"
"...I'M... I'm ending this."
"Wait, wait, wait! Wait."
"What?!"
"You're right. I've gotten everything I need from this experiment and it is time to end it. There is no reason to let Rachael suffer any longer."
"Thank you." The professor then extended his hand. "What are you doing?"
"Relocation. We're not going to end it from here now, are we?"
"Oh, right." The moment Rita grabbed his hand she collapsed, but was caught by him before she hit the floor.
"But on the other hand, I still don't know how things will unfold from this point onwards and I'm kind of intrigued, you know? Ah, right. You're unconscious. Well, not to worry. Upon awakening, you shan't remember Rachael's current state nor the progression of her... lustful relationship with the hybrid."

He placed her on his opened notebook on the floor, making her float in mid air then began to recite an incantation. "Ahem... «Everything that you've seen - on this occasion - will come to pass - before you awaken! From events you've witnessed - 4 weeks or more - to the moment that you fell to the heated floor! You'll forget what you've seen - because I command it; anything I require, you shall craft it! But sleep now, my friend, for the sun still cowers, and then - wake up - in about - six hours!»"
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For about 45 minutes, all Ventris had been doing was figure skating on Rachael's clit with two fingers, two claws. All Rachael had been doing for those same 45 minutes was almost literally laughing her soul out, greatly satisfying Ventris' craving for the sound of her laughter. The only thing keeping her conscious was the venom as without it, she would have likely become either comatose or dead.

The fingers would frequently draw the number eight over both lips, constantly moving opposite and parallel to one another. Ordinarily, such light stimulation would only elicit a moderate laughing fit from her, but due to the venom, her laughter was heavy, hearty and intense and frequently transitioned into full-on screaming, all through the use of two measly, clawed digits.

She spent the remainder of that hour doing the same thing, then began speaking, despite being completely overlapped by Rachael's screaming laughter. "You know, I'm actually feeling a bit devious right now." Another of her hands followed suit, crawling between her legs and two holes to figure skate. The instant she felt the addition of those claws to her perineum, Rachael's paralysed body burst into animation, breaking out of the venom's minute paralysis, and she began thrashing around wildly, trying her absolute hardest to escape the drider's fingers. "I thought I told you already, Rachael. You can't escape my fingers."

What followed was a rather high-tension chase sequence revolving around Rachael desperately bucking her hips away from Ventris' fingers and Ventris eagerly pursuing her sensitive spots. After a while, the drider positioned all eight hands in a manner that allowed her to have full access to Rachael's clit, regardless of where she bucked to. Wherever Rachael threw her hips in her fruitless attempts at saving herself, there'd always be a hand waiting at her new destination, ready to salvage her clit from so much as a second devoid of unbearable tickling.

"STO-HO-HO-HO-HOOOOOP-AAAAAAHAHAHHAHAAAAAA!!"
"Stop? I'm going to assume that that's Rachael for 'is that all you've got?', to which I respond with..." She switched from using two fingers with either hands to using all seven with both, forcing Rachael's maniacal laughter onto an entirely new echelon of maniacal. For a while, the sound coming from her was nothing more than pure, desperate, throaty screaming. It took about 2 full minutes before it somewhat simmered into laughter again.

No matter how much she endured the onslaught of tickle torture Ventris threw at her day by day, Rachael couldn't seem to get even a little used to the addition of fingers and hands the drider happened to have. Every time she'd get tickled, it'd be like a new experience all together, despite remembering the previous instances in each and every little detail.

As the tickling continued, Rachael began... well, things began getting rather... new. Rachael couldn't see what the hands down below her waist were doing as her head was thrown back, however, what she began feeling was a very new experience. The hands on her erogenous regions felt as though they were slowing down. The unbearable sensations between her legs, which were turning pleasurable, had began to gradually engulf her entire body.

"Yes! Finally! It's working!" What she could previously only feel in the two small areas between her legs she was now feeling throughout her entire body all at once.
"ANNHH!! ANNHHH GOAAHHD!"
"Yes, this is it! The first stage in the Epitoam!" Every climax she had been brought to in the past paled heavily in comparison to what she was experiencing now. Every single sensory neuron in her body throbbed with the ecstasy she was receiving from the hands. Her entire nervous system was in a state of perpetual rapture, racing with fierce electrical impulses, carrying beyond titanic levels of pleasure data back to her brain.

"Oh, you think this is great? Wait till I..." The hand on her clit was replaced by a tongue, which happened to be covered in the sensitivity heightening agent.
"UuuuuuggGHHHH...!" The tongue took its sweet time doing laps around her clit, driving her crazy with anticipation. The other hand just continued its light rubbing.

After a few more seconds of savouring, the tongue dived in. Its entry sent a shockwave of pleasure rappelling through her entire body that knocked her almost unconscious. Her body convulsed fiercely in pleasure of likes she would never grasp. The unpredictable yet tender and affectionate strokes could be felt all throughout her body; her lips, her arms, her nose, teeth, eyes, liver, etc. It didn't make any sense, but by the ether, did it feel good!

~She's taking this whole sugar thing really far. I'm tasting honey right now.~ As it always would, the tongue sought out the most sensitive, most responsive places within Rachael and attacked them relentlessly. Every touch forced her body up and her soul forward. The waves were like tides, coming and going in a continuous cycle that served only to drown Rachael in physical rhapsody.

~Maybe I should increase the duration of the holding spell... actually, yes I should. Just a liiiiittle bit longer.~ Just as the cycle was about to end, a heptagram appeared on Rachael's forehead in dark blue ink. ~There.~ Despite her not having climaxed yet, Rachael was constantly hitting the brink, which seemed to keep getting higher with each collision. After about five more minutes of this new bliss, Rachael erupted.
"OOAAAAAHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHH!!!" Her legs shook violently as clear liquid spewed forth from between them in powerful jets. Her hips remained as high as she could involuntarily get them until what was indisputably the hardest orgasm she had ever experienced had come to pass and once again, unconsciousness embraced Rachael.