My Pet, the Tickle Monster: Chapter 4

"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Cocho's pitch black, powerful fingers tickle quickly along Rebecca's sides and tummy. Ticklish laughter bursts from Rebecca's scantily-clad body like water through a busting dam. Her immediate reaction is to fight and struggle and howl with laughter as Cocho tickles away at her bare sides and belly. She struggles and squirms and her tummy twists and turns as she pulls and tugs at her bonds, unable to escape the already torturous tickling exacted by the mysterious tickle monster. Her musical laughter resonates through the walls of the house, filling it with ticklish joy and a stream of challenges to tickle even more.

"IHIHIHIS THIS THE BEHEHEHEST YOU GOHAHAHAHA!" Rebecca can't even finish the sentence as Cocho changes tickle tactics, moving from a light spider tickle on her tummy and sides to a deep, kneading tickle along her curvy sides and toned abdomen. Cocho knows she can hardly contain her ticklish laughter already, so he pays no mind to her childish insults. Instead, he just keep tickling her sides and tummy, his fingers digging delightfully into her ticklish midriff, the soft, bare skin giving way to his ticklish touch.

"NAHAHAHAHA!" Rebecca's tickled laughter intensifies as Cocho's tickling fingers dance from her sides down to her wide hips, mercilessly massaging her hip bones and extracting unrestrained ticklish laughter from his scantily-clad victim. Her struggling gets so desperate that even Cocho's powerful arms move back and forth a bit, but still holding her tightly with her hands raised straight above her head and her legs spread slightly. Her terrifically ticklish hip bones are tickled deeply by Cocho's merciless fingertips. They tickle away along her sensitive hips, kneading into the muscles around her pelvis as she roars and rocks and rolls with ticklish laughter.

As Rebecca is tickle tortured mercilessly by Cocho, her mind races with so many wonderful thoughts. Where she could find her own tickle monster. Whether Olivia was willing to share Cocho sometimes. Whether Olivia was also as into tickling as Rebecca is. Whether Olivia would join her in a session with Cocho. All these thoughts pass by quickly between each ticklish touch from the tickle monster who wiggles and pokes and prods his fingers all over her ticklish torso.

Cocho's fingers dance along Rebecca's bare abdomen from her sides to her belly down to her hip bones and then up to her rib cage. His fingers ceaselessly knead and tickle constantly, ensuring Rebecca is enraptured by ticklish guffaws, squeals, and howls. As he tickles and tickles, Rebecca's cheeks flush and her stomach fills with butterflies. A warmth settles in her chest and her heart beats a million beats a second. The ticklish torment is both overwhelming and pleasurable. Rebecca loves each ticklish stroke, each gentle squeeze, each light caress against her bare, defenseless, ticklish midriff.

As Cocho feels Rebecca's ticklish struggling become slight squirming and her laughter settles into a steady ticklish rhythm, he decides to morph his fingers into facial brushes similar to ones he'd seen Olivia using for their intended purpose before. But this time, he is planning a ticklish purpose. He places the brushes on every tickle spot he's already exploited: Rebecca's sides, rib cage, hips, and belly all have relentless ticklish facial brushes tickling away on her hyper ticklish skin.

"AHHHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Rebecca's ticklish laughter roars to life as the facial brushes make contact with their spinning soft bristles. Cocho tickles and tickles, the bristles spinning rapidly against her bare ticklish body, forcing raucous ticklish laughter from her lips as she fights fiercely against Cocho's iron grip. Ever muscle in her tickled body is tensed and straining against her bonds as the ticklish torture becomes more intense with each passing second and every spin of the tickly brushes. Tears well up in her tightly shut eyes as her ticklish skin turns a slight pink. Her tummy scrunches and flexes against her captor, a futile exercise in escaping the dastardly tickle monster's clutches.

Cocho begins moving the brushes up and down and back and forth, drawing lines back and forth over Rebecca's ticklish sides and rib cage, and tracing circles around her belly and hips, making sure to leave her belly button untouched until the perfect moment. Her struggling and laughter both dial up to eleven as she panics from the endless ticklish torture. Ticklish tears roll down her bright pink cheeks. Her mouth is wide open with laughter. Her raised arms are constantly tugging against their restraints, but are unable to escape as she is tickled and tickled by the brushes at her sides, ribs, belly, and hips. And now is the perfect moment.

Cocho ceases his tickling for one moment, allowing Rebecca a short respite. Her chest heaves and her breasts rise and fall as she recovers from her tickle torture. He turns her around to face him, moving her position from an upside down "Y" to an "I" position, her arms straight up above her head and her legs straight down. He then forms a small cushion with his gelatinous body and holds it up behind Rebecca. He lays Rebecca down on the cushion and pulls her arms a little farther back and does the same to her legs, pushing her tummy forward and making it as taut as it can comfortably go.

"Are you OK, Rebecca?" Cocho forms two of his tickling hands and wiggles his fingers in front of her face.

"huff Peachy! huff Do you have a… huff safe word or something?" Rebecca remembers to ask. "Not that… huff I'm gonna use it or… huff anything…"

"Oh, Olivia and I usually use 'Pink'!" Cocho answers.

"Let's do… huff 'Red' huff..."

"Sounds good!" Cocho replies. "Now, let's see if I can get you to use it…" he threateningly tickles the air in front of Rebecca's face as she's restrained with her back bent over the Cocho cushion.

"Heeheeheeheehahahahaha!" Rebecca starts laughing before Cocho even begins tickling, the anticipation of having those fingers attacking her body again forces giggles to bubble up from her ticklish belly.

"I haven't even started tickling yet and you're already giggling!" Cocho observes. "Tickle, tickle, tickle!"

With Cocho's final tease, he begins lightly dancing his fingers across Rebecca's bare belly, tickling away at the already pink skin around her oval navel. She bucks as much as she can against his ticklish touch, pushing her tummy out against his tickling fingers, achieving the opposite effect her ticklish instincts wanted: she forces the fingers to tickle her belly even harder. Soon after realizing her mistake, she begins thrashing about and laughing wildly, her ticklish tummy subject to a merciless onslaught of tickle torture. The method with which Cocho restrains the ticklish blonde allows little room for struggling, however, and her bare belly is tickled incessantly.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO GAWHAHAHAHAWD PLEAHEHEHEHEASE STOHAHAHAHOP!" she begs, unable to control her outrageous ticklish laughter. As she begs and pleads and squeals with ticklish mirth, Cocho begins teasing her directly to her face.

"Coochie coochie coo, Rebecca! You know this tickling won't stop until you say the special word. Tickle, tickle, tickle!"

His constant teasing and tickling finally break Rebecca, her ticklish body limp in his grasp as laughter tumbles out of her lips. Her sides and belly and hips are all bright pink from the ticklish torture and Cocho's relentless fingers still tickle ferociously all over her bare, taut tummy.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Rebecca can't even plead with the tickle monster anymore. She can only laugh and be tickled and lie limp in his powerful grip. Her cheeks streaked by tears and her body glistening with sweat from the ticklish torture.

"There's one last place I desperately wanted to tickle next, my little tickle toy," Cocho whispers menacingly. As he does, his body contorts yet again, hoisting Rebecca up by her wrists and holding her in an "I" position. He wraps his gelatinous body around her legs and waist just below her breasts and locks her arms high above her head. Rebecca's slick, flushed, heaving body is easily maneuvered into position for the next phase of her ticklish torture. Her armpits are exposed to the air, the combination of light sweat and chilled air give her goosebumps. Her hands are stretched as high as they can be and Cocho wraps his gelatinous arms around and around her arms, locking her armpits as taut as possible, bared, and ready to be tickle tortured. Cocho only leaves her body from her breasts up exposed, the rest is wrapped up in his body and her arms are entirely encased in his amorphous form.

"Tell me, Rebecca… how ticklish are your armpits?" Cocho growls menacingly.

"Huff Not… huff my armpits… huff huff please!" Rebecca puffs and pleads, but she's completely at the mercy of the tickle monster.

Two feathers emerge from Cocho's gooey body, one at each of Rebecca's bare underarms, wiggling back and forth as they approach the cool, ticklish hollows.

"AHHHHHAHAHAHAHA OHOHOHOHO MYHYHY GAWHAHAHAHAWD!" Rebecca howls with laughter as the feathers make contact with her sensitive pits. She fights against her body's total encasement, but she can't move except by barely waving her armpits side to side. But it isn't enough to escape the tickling feathers that torment her exceedingly ticklish armpits.

Cocho is amazed by how ticklish her armpits are. He expected her to be exhausted from the intense tickle torture she has already endured, but the ticklishness of her armpits seems to have renewed her desperation and resolve to escape her bonds. Cocho almost loses her as she starts kicking and squirming and twisting back and forth within his gooey frame. Her tummy twists and scrunches as she does her best to break free from her captor and tickler.

But she can't break free.

So, Cocho drags his feathers back and forth, up and down across her ticklish hollows, eliciting strident ticklish laughter from her tickled figure. His slow, teasing tickling causes Rebecca to howl and kick and laugh her heart out, her unbearably ticklish armpits unable to withstand even the slightest stroke without her cackling and fighting. Cocho speeds up his strokes, getting faster and faster and faster up and down, side to side, compelling even more raucous ticklish laughter, babbling incoherently pleas, and feral uncontrolled thrashing from his ticklish little tickle toy.

"PLEAHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHA!" Rebecca can't even finish her sentence as her mind is filled with ticklish electricity. Every stroke of the feather feels like twenty fingers along her ticklish skin. She vastly underestimated the talent of this tickle monster once he found her one true weakness. Her armpits had always been extremely ticklish and a favorite exploit of her sister when they were younger. She was often pinned down with her arms above her head and tickled silly by her sister and her friends. Sometimes to get something they wanted and sometimes just for fun. She eventually fell in love with having her armpits tickled like this: without hope of the tickling ever stopping. But Cocho is immensely more talented at tickling than her older sister. And she's not sure how much more she can take of these tickly feathers that inflict such merciless tickle torture on her extraordinarily ticklish underarms.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! R- AHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! RED!" Rebecca finally calls out, unable to handle anymore ticklish strokes of those deft feathers. Cocho relaxes his body and retracts the feathers inside himself again. He lies Rebecca down on the couch, her heaving, sweaty form curled up and grateful for the cool air on her bare skin. Her underwear is loosened up on her body, her bra threatening to slip off her shoulder as the strap has been mis-adjusted during her ticklish wriggling. She huffs and puffs and gasps for air and her bright pink sides and tummy move rhythmically up and down as she tries to recover from the ticklish torture.

After a few minutes of lying on the couch, with Cocho standing nearby to make sure she's OK, Rebecca finally sits up and walks over to a mirror on the wall in the living room, examining her pink tummy and sides and hips, admiring Cocho's ticklish work.

"Wow, Cocho, I did not expect you to be THAT good at tickling," she finally comments, raising her arms above her head to examine her armpits that felt so very ticklishly taken advantage of. But her sides and tummy were much brighter pink than her armpits. Her armpits barely showed any sign of being tickled at all. "I guess my underarms are still way more ticklish than I thought."

"They were definitely your most ticklish spot," Cocho chuckles, already reminiscing about her desperate attempts to escape the tickle torture on her bare armpits and how loud her ticklish laughter was even with just feathers lightly dancing across them.

"Maybe next time we ca-..." as Rebecca looks to make a suggestion, they hear a car pull up to the house and see headlights through the windows. They turn off and a car door slams shut.

Footsteps.

Then, a key in the door.