Slave P is tightly restrained in shibari ropes, his body helplessly restrained for Empress Bella and me to exploit. We know what's his biggest weakness: tickling. We start with his feet, digging our claws into his soles, scratching, tickling making his laughs become louder and more desperate. The more he squirms, the more we laugh! Then we flip him over and go for his belly and legs, making him laugh and beg for us to stop. But we don't stop because slaves like him exist for us to use as we please! We continue tickling him, harder and harder. His helpless moans just make us even crueler. Our sadism feeds on his suffering. By the end, he’s cryin and grasping for air, reduced to “Please, Goddesses, no more!” But we don’t stop until we’re satisfied. Watch carefully, every moment of his painful torment at our sharp clawed hands.