B C Tickle And Fetish - Take It Out On Dragon Part 2: (Small)
Megan's Revenge: A Giantess Fetish Tale
The Power Dynamic
Megan stormed into their shared room, her body tense and ready to explode. Dragon, already curled up in her bed, sensed the tension in the air. She knew that look on Megan's face all too well; it meant she was about to take her stress out on the poor creature before her.
With a sigh, Dragon prepared for another round of torture. She had hoped that after their first encounter, Megan would have found another way to deal with her stress, but it seemed like the brunette was addicted to making Dragon squirm.
The Dance of Nails
"Get up, Dragon," Megan ordered. The petite woman hesitated for a moment before climbing out of bed and standing before her roommate, arms raised above her head. Megan grinned, her eyes glinting with mischief. This was going to be good.
She took a step forward, her long nails dancing in front of Dragon's face. The little one couldn't help but flinch away, her body already starting to shake with anticipation. Megan chuckled darkly, knowing she had her right where she wanted her.
The Tickling Commences
Without another word, Megan began her deadly dance of tickling. Her nails dug into Dragon's armpits, sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain coursing through her body. The petite woman writhed on the spot, her legs kicking wildly as she tried desperately to escape the sensation.
Megan's grin widened as she watched Dragon squirm. She loved the power she held over the smaller woman, the way she could reduce her to a quivering mass of helplessness with just the lightest touch. It was intoxicating.
The Battle for Control
Dragon fought against the tickling torment, her mind racing for a way to make it stop. She stomped her feet on the ground, hoping to distract Megan, but it only seemed to fuel her roommate's desire to inflict more pain.
The petite woman's body shook with laughter, a bitter taste in her mouth. She hated how much she loved this, how much she needed Megan's touch to feel alive. But she refused to give in, refused to let Megan have complete control over her.
The Conclusion Uncertain
As Megan continued to tickle every inch of Dragon's body, the room filled with the sound of their combined laughter. It was a twisted symphony of pain and pleasure, a testament to the power dynamics at play between them.
Dragon struggled against the onslaught of tickles, her resolve weakening with every passing moment. She didn't know how much longer she could take it, but she refused to give in to Megan's torture.
As the sun began to set outside their window, casting long shadows across the room, the dance of nails continued. The end was uncertain, the outcome unclear. All that was certain was that Megan held all the cards, and Dragon was her plaything for the evening.
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