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Centaur: Well, well...you put up a good fight, but, in the end, you’re just another weak little girl. What did you really expect? Did you think you could beat me?
Huffing and puffing, struggling to turn away from the Centaur’s gaze, Angela pursed her lips and glared away from her.
Angela: Well, it was worth a try…
Centaur: Hahaha! That’s so cute! Little girls like you are no match for a big strong guy like me! Hah! Just look at these muscles!
The Centaur dropped her bow and flexed, flashing a big, toothy grin at Angela.
Angela: Well they’re...hey!
Angela’s response was cut off by her shirt suddenly ripping! With a little smirk, the Centaur tore it away, leaving the redhead’s chest bare, her firm breasts jiggling nervously as she swallowed and began to blush.
Centaur: C’mon, Baby Doll, don’t clam up on me...let’s see a smile!
A fuzzy jolt of ticklishness shot up Angela’s side, forcing her to screw her lips shut and turn quickly to figure out just what was going on! The Centaur had taken one of her arrows and was teasingly dragging its feathered tip up the redhead’s side. The tickling tingles grew more and more intense as it worked its way up her side and across her ribs.
When she reached Angela’s silky smooth armpit, she gave it a few teasing little flutters that quickly tore through the redhead’s meager defenses.
Angela: EEEK! Eeehehehehe! W-Wa-Wait! Hehehe! L-Let’s t-talk about this!
Centaur: Nah, little girl, we’re just getting started. Lemme see them tits dance!
The Centaur began to draw little circles in Angela’s armpit with her arrow. While the redhead tugged and tried to escape from the tickling teasing of the arrow, the Centaur’s free hand began to explore the rest of her bare, tanned skin. Drawing her lithe fingers across the heroine’s quivering tummy drew a newfound shock of belly laughs from her captive.
Angela: EEK! EHEEHEHEHE! C-CUHUHUT IT OUT! EEEEEEHEHEHEHE!
The Centaur licked her lips, watching as a thin sheen of sweat started to appear on the heroine’s skin. Her eyes followed every twitch, every jiggle and bounce of her breasts as her body jerked back and forth. Biting her lip and grinning hungrily, the Centaur drew her hand up to Angela’s chest, groping one of her boobs. A soft moan pierced through Angela’s laughter, but it was quickly drowned in new, even more hysterical laughter when the Centaur ran her thumb across her hard little nipple, ripe like a cherry waiting to be plucked.
The heroine’s reaction only fanned the flames of desire in the Monster Girl. Her thumb drew countless circles around the heroine’s trembling tit.
Centaur: Ooh, you like this don’t you? You’re a real freak, aren’t you? Hahaha! Stupid girls, all the same! Alright then...I bet you’ll just love this…
The teasing, stiff feathers that had been tormenting Angela’s armpit drew an agonizing line across her collarbone, pausing to tickle her neck for just a moment before drawing a painfully slow line across her chest, circling around until finding its new resting place, flickering across the underside of her sensitive breast.
Angela: W-WEHEHEWWAAHAAIT! WAIT! NAHHAHAHAT THAAHAHAAT!
The Centaur’s diabolical instrument took its time tracing the underside of the redhead’s perky breast, sloooowly, oh so painfully slowly. Then, with one little twist of her wrist, the Centaur flicked the feathery tip across the aching tip of Angela’s sensitive nub. It was like being struck by lightning!
Angela: NAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOO! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEERE!
The Centaur, her eyes glazed over with lust and her heart pounding in her chest, pressed her face into the crook of Angela’s neck, placing hot, tickling kisses all across her skin. Her other hand had ceased its wicked tickling, instead massaging and caressing her breast with an unstoppable desire.
Centaur: You’re all mine, little girl...all mine!
Her words were drowned out, even as they tickled Angela’s ear, by the redhead’s increasingly frantic laughter. No matter which way she twisted or turned, the arrow’s feathered tip followed her, never straying away from the object of its wickedness, following her every movement like a firm, little beacon, just ready to burst from ticklish torment!
And so, that’s how Angela’s story ended. The Centaur’s lust only grew with every peel of tear-filled laughter. Even as desperate moans pierced through Angela’s laughter, her tormentor refused to give her release. It would only be a matter of time before she ventured to see just how ticklish her other breast was.

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Centaur: Well, well...you put up a good fight, but, in the end, you’re just another weak little girl. What did you really expect? Did you think you could beat me?
Huffing and puffing, struggling to turn away from the Centaur’s gaze, Angela pursed her lips and glared away from her.
Angela: Well, it was worth a try…
Centaur: Hahaha! That’s so cute! Little girls like you are no match for a big strong guy like me! Hah! Just look at these muscles!
The Centaur dropped her bow and flexed, flashing a big, toothy grin at Angela.
Angela: Well they’re...hey!
Angela’s response was cut off by her shirt suddenly ripping! With a little smirk, the Centaur tore it away, leaving the redhead’s chest bare, her firm breasts jiggling nervously as she swallowed and began to blush.
Centaur: C’mon, Baby Doll, don’t clam up on me...let’s see a smile!
A fuzzy jolt of ticklishness shot up Angela’s side, forcing her to screw her lips shut and turn quickly to figure out just what was going on! The Centaur had taken one of her arrows and was teasingly dragging its feathered tip up the redhead’s side. The tickling tingles grew more and more intense as it worked its way up her side and across her ribs.
When she reached Angela’s silky smooth armpit, she gave it a few teasing little flutters that quickly tore through the redhead’s meager defenses.
Angela: EEEK! Eeehehehehe! W-Wa-Wait! Hehehe! L-Let’s t-talk about this!
Centaur: Nah, little girl, we’re just getting started. Lemme see them tits dance!
The Centaur began to draw little circles in Angela’s armpit with her arrow. While the redhead tugged and tried to escape from the tickling teasing of the arrow, the Centaur’s free hand began to explore the rest of her bare, tanned skin. Drawing her lithe fingers across the heroine’s quivering tummy drew a newfound shock of belly laughs from her captive.
Angela: EEK! EHEEHEHEHE! C-CUHUHUT IT OUT! EEEEEEHEHEHEHE!
The Centaur licked her lips, watching as a thin sheen of sweat started to appear on the heroine’s skin. Her eyes followed every twitch, every jiggle and bounce of her breasts as her body jerked back and forth. Biting her lip and grinning hungrily, the Centaur drew her hand up to Angela’s chest, groping one of her boobs. A soft moan pierced through Angela’s laughter, but it was quickly drowned in new, even more hysterical laughter when the Centaur ran her thumb across her hard little nipple, ripe like a cherry waiting to be plucked.
The heroine’s reaction only fanned the flames of desire in the Monster Girl. Her thumb drew countless circles around the heroine’s trembling tit.
Centaur: Ooh, you like this don’t you? You’re a real freak, aren’t you? Hahaha! Stupid girls, all the same! Alright then...I bet you’ll just love this…
The teasing, stiff feathers that had been tormenting Angela’s armpit drew an agonizing line across her collarbone, pausing to tickle her neck for just a moment before drawing a painfully slow line across her chest, circling around until finding its new resting place, flickering across the underside of her sensitive breast.
Angela: W-WEHEHEWWAAHAAIT! WAIT! NAHHAHAHAT THAAHAHAAT!
The Centaur’s diabolical instrument took its time tracing the underside of the redhead’s perky breast, sloooowly, oh so painfully slowly. Then, with one little twist of her wrist, the Centaur flicked the feathery tip across the aching tip of Angela’s sensitive nub. It was like being struck by lightning!
Angela: NAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOO! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEERE!
The Centaur, her eyes glazed over with lust and her heart pounding in her chest, pressed her face into the crook of Angela’s neck, placing hot, tickling kisses all across her skin. Her other hand had ceased its wicked tickling, instead massaging and caressing her breast with an unstoppable desire.
Centaur: You’re all mine, little girl...all mine!
Her words were drowned out, even as they tickled Angela’s ear, by the redhead’s increasingly frantic laughter. No matter which way she twisted or turned, the arrow’s feathered tip followed her, never straying away from the object of its wickedness, following her every movement like a firm, little beacon, just ready to burst from ticklish torment!
And so, that’s how Angela’s story ended. The Centaur’s lust only grew with every peel of tear-filled laughter. Even as desperate moans pierced through Angela’s laughter, her tormentor refused to give her release. It would only be a matter of time before she ventured to see just how ticklish her other breast was.