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Drow: I wouldn’t sit up if I were you...those chaos bands are on pretty tight.
In a rather stupid act of defiance, Angela tried to sit up, only for a surge of pain to rocket through her arms the moment her wrists touched the outline of the glistening purple bands holding her down. She fell back into the ground, panting, with tears welling in the corners of her eyes.
Drow: I told you to lay still...so naughty, I think you need to be punished!
The Drow Elf snapped her fingers causing her fingertips to light up with a sizzling violent light. Angela whimpered and pulled back as far as she could. A hiss of pain escaped her lips as the Drow dragged her fingers down across the redhead’s chest, her shirt disintegrating at her touch. The elf stopped when she reached Angela’s belly, drumming her fingers just above her bellybutton, sending a few rapidfire surges of pain through her abdomen.
Drow: Aw, does that hurt? Do you want me to make you feel better?
The Drow giggled, snapping her fingers again. The sizzling light around her fingers became a soft buzz. As if to test it out, she licked her fingers and drew back, giggling wildly.
Drow: Hehehe! Oh my, oh my, yes! Yes, yes, yes, I think you’ll just LOVE this!
The Monster Girl leaned in close, holding up just one finger, wiggling it mockingly in Angela’s face. Then, every so slowly, her finger drifted toward the girl’s exposed armpit. The redhead bit her lip, bracing herself for whatever devious tickling the Drow had in mind.
Drow: Boop!
With an unceremonious little pop of her lips, the Monster Girl gave Angela’s armpit a sharp little poke. Angela jumped, fighting back a grin. Her eyes suddenly shot open and she found herself struggling to hold back giggles as the tickling sensation not only continued, but began to grow even stronger!
In just seconds, it was like a thousand little fingers poking all over her armpit!
Drow: Aw...you’re trying so hard to be tough...what’s wrong? Is the little girl too ticklish? How about...this!
The Drow gave her other armpit an even sharper poke! The ticklish ripples that spread out from this touch grew harsher, faster than the original. Angela thrashed back and forth, whimpering to smother cries of laughter and pain as she tugged at the bands holding her down. Pain shot down her arms, as tickling shot up her arms. The tears already pooling in her eyes started to spill over.
Drow: Stupid girl...you’re going to laugh, even if it kills you!
Wiggling all of her fingers, the Monster Girl grinned wickedly and placed her fingers just below Angela’s armpits. Then, with excruciating slowness, she ran her nails down her sides, making sure to poke and prod every rib as she went, until she reached Angela’s hips, giving them a teasing squeeze.
Angela’s eyes shot open and she shot up, only to be dragged back to the ground by the bands on her wrists! Her mouth fell open and a torrent of laughter poured out of her. She tried to shake, tried to twist or turn, but the Drow’s magic refused to give her any rest! What was once just a single scrape of her nails quickly escalated into a hundred, no, a thousand nails each poking at her ribs, goosing her hips and tickling her sides!
Angela: NnNnNnNYEAAHAHAHAA! WH-WAAHAAHAHAAT! WHAAAHAHAT?!
Drow: Now she speaks! Hehe! Tickle, tickle! Do you like my nails? How would you like them all over your belly? Ooh, I just can’t wait to tickle this tummy, kootchie koo!
The Drow, still talking to herself in a sickeningly sweet voice, finally dug into Angela’s quivering tummy! Skittering her fingers up and down, left and right, all over her tender, sensitive skin. For Angela, it was like having a hundred thousand fingers all tickling her at once! Every scratch became a hundred, every poke, a thousand!
Wisps of violet magic spread across the cackling heroine’s body, forming ghostly hands that mirrored their master’s ticklish machnications. The Drow licked her lips and pulled back, wiggling her fingers and snickering as she watched her magic continue to torment her new favorite victim.
Angela’s face was red as her hair, tears spilling down her cheeks like rivers. Her mouth was wide, drool trickling from the corner of her mouth. The tickling was only getting worse, and the pain had drawn out the last of her strength, leaving her unable to do much more than tremble as the Drow’s magic grew stronger and stronger with every hysterical squeal!
Drow: Hehehe...such delicious suffering! Let’s see just how loud we can get you!
And so, that’s how Angela’s story ended. The Drow’s magic seemed endless, and as she spread her devious touch to the rest of the heroine’s helpless body, the redhead forgot how to form words to even beg for mercy.

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Drow: I wouldn’t sit up if I were you...those chaos bands are on pretty tight.
In a rather stupid act of defiance, Angela tried to sit up, only for a surge of pain to rocket through her arms the moment her wrists touched the outline of the glistening purple bands holding her down. She fell back into the ground, panting, with tears welling in the corners of her eyes.
Drow: I told you to lay still...so naughty, I think you need to be punished!
The Drow Elf snapped her fingers causing her fingertips to light up with a sizzling violent light. Angela whimpered and pulled back as far as she could. A hiss of pain escaped her lips as the Drow dragged her fingers down across the redhead’s chest, her shirt disintegrating at her touch. The elf stopped when she reached Angela’s belly, drumming her fingers just above her bellybutton, sending a few rapidfire surges of pain through her abdomen.
Drow: Aw, does that hurt? Do you want me to make you feel better?
The Drow giggled, snapping her fingers again. The sizzling light around her fingers became a soft buzz. As if to test it out, she licked her fingers and drew back, giggling wildly.
Drow: Hehehe! Oh my, oh my, yes! Yes, yes, yes, I think you’ll just LOVE this!
The Monster Girl leaned in close, holding up just one finger, wiggling it mockingly in Angela’s face. Then, every so slowly, her finger drifted toward the girl’s exposed armpit. The redhead bit her lip, bracing herself for whatever devious tickling the Drow had in mind.
Drow: Boop!
With an unceremonious little pop of her lips, the Monster Girl gave Angela’s armpit a sharp little poke. Angela jumped, fighting back a grin. Her eyes suddenly shot open and she found herself struggling to hold back giggles as the tickling sensation not only continued, but began to grow even stronger!
In just seconds, it was like a thousand little fingers poking all over her armpit!
Drow: Aw...you’re trying so hard to be tough...what’s wrong? Is the little girl too ticklish? How about...this!
The Drow gave her other armpit an even sharper poke! The ticklish ripples that spread out from this touch grew harsher, faster than the original. Angela thrashed back and forth, whimpering to smother cries of laughter and pain as she tugged at the bands holding her down. Pain shot down her arms, as tickling shot up her arms. The tears already pooling in her eyes started to spill over.
Drow: Stupid girl...you’re going to laugh, even if it kills you!
Wiggling all of her fingers, the Monster Girl grinned wickedly and placed her fingers just below Angela’s armpits. Then, with excruciating slowness, she ran her nails down her sides, making sure to poke and prod every rib as she went, until she reached Angela’s hips, giving them a teasing squeeze.
Angela’s eyes shot open and she shot up, only to be dragged back to the ground by the bands on her wrists! Her mouth fell open and a torrent of laughter poured out of her. She tried to shake, tried to twist or turn, but the Drow’s magic refused to give her any rest! What was once just a single scrape of her nails quickly escalated into a hundred, no, a thousand nails each poking at her ribs, goosing her hips and tickling her sides!
Angela: NnNnNnNYEAAHAHAHAA! WH-WAAHAAHAHAAT! WHAAAHAHAT?!
Drow: Now she speaks! Hehe! Tickle, tickle! Do you like my nails? How would you like them all over your belly? Ooh, I just can’t wait to tickle this tummy, kootchie koo!
The Drow, still talking to herself in a sickeningly sweet voice, finally dug into Angela’s quivering tummy! Skittering her fingers up and down, left and right, all over her tender, sensitive skin. For Angela, it was like having a hundred thousand fingers all tickling her at once! Every scratch became a hundred, every poke, a thousand!
Wisps of violet magic spread across the cackling heroine’s body, forming ghostly hands that mirrored their master’s ticklish machnications. The Drow licked her lips and pulled back, wiggling her fingers and snickering as she watched her magic continue to torment her new favorite victim.
Angela’s face was red as her hair, tears spilling down her cheeks like rivers. Her mouth was wide, drool trickling from the corner of her mouth. The tickling was only getting worse, and the pain had drawn out the last of her strength, leaving her unable to do much more than tremble as the Drow’s magic grew stronger and stronger with every hysterical squeal!
Drow: Hehehe...such delicious suffering! Let’s see just how loud we can get you!
And so, that’s how Angela’s story ended. The Drow’s magic seemed endless, and as she spread her devious touch to the rest of the heroine’s helpless body, the redhead forgot how to form words to even beg for mercy.