Jaynin
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Let's be frank.
I was wholly unable to come up with any plot ideas, regardless of how sketchy, that I liked, so I basically said "fuck plot" and dashed something really quick off.
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Jelex howled with hysteria, her naked body glistening with sweat, long past the point of struggling against the intricate lacework of strings and cuffs that kept her arms up and crossed behind her head. Nor could she muster the strength to struggle against the contraption that kept her held in place, back arched in a way that might seem almost painful but for one with Jelex's flexibility, her knees on padded supports that also kept her ankles locked into place, forcing her into an upright kneeling position with legs spread. Of course, being totally naked drew the buzzing, blocky devices that skated all over her ribs and sides to also glide in between her legs, where Jelex would have screamed with orgasmic pleasure and drenched the hands that were attached to the vibrating tips if she wasn't also busy laughing her sides sore and begging for mercy.
Or at least she thought she was. Every time she could hear her own voice over her laughter it was like some twisted alternate reality where she begged to be tortured even more, where she moaned with the prospect of her tormentors finding more fiendish ways to torment her - there were three of them, a succubus who had long since disrobed, a female cat-demon whose grin was all she wore, and a slightly more conservative naga who was only topless because she didn't have anything else to show. All of them wore wrist attachments that led to five buzzing fingers, which they alternately used and ignored depending on whether or not they were treating the elf's sensitive skin to more scratching and prodding, or if they wanted to vibe her sensitive points until she nearly wet herself for laughing so hard. The fingers traced along her ears, under her arms, along the curve of her neck and her breasts, in between her ribs and on the sides of them, all over her firm abdomen, down along her hips and waist...
Jelex screamed with unbridled laughter as two of those vibrating fingers captured her clit, buzzing insistently. She hadn't known that she possessed such a deathly ticklish spot on her body, or maybe it was just that they had made everywhere ticklish. They had demonstrated some time ago that they could bring her to a howl by tickling her legs and thighs and knees and ass. Her feet were hardly ignored, though those tended to draw the claws and tongue of the cat-demon, whose fur was tawny and soft, her graceful build slightly reminiscent of Felin's but with a much livelier bust, and whose teeth were needle-sharp. But it was that rough cat's tongue that slurped on Jelex's curved soles, even that much bringing her to unstoppable howls and jerking sobs of ticklish laughter.
They never seemed to ask anything of her. It was a ticklish hell, almost in the literal sense of the word; Jelex's current torture room was cast in a vaguely red light, the statues in the corner of the room Gothic and brooding stone, the arch supporting her made of jet-black obsidian, the chains which attached her firmly to the arch made of thick iron links. Just like if someone were trying to represent Hell itself, though such architectural subtleties were lost on the howling elf, who was just now winding up for a fresh round of uncontrolled giggling as scratching naga fingers found her ribs and tickled them, with short, quick movements that rasped gently on the overworked skin, marching from the back curve of her underarms all the way down to her hips and back up. Of course, the naga gave her breasts a healthy goosing and then tickled those as well, much to Jelex's detriment. Her nipples were hard - the constant teasing of her nether regions had left her body in a state of supreme arousal, the conclusion to which was blocked by incessant and merciless tickling. If it ever seemed like she was coming close, if her body started to rock and tremble with orgasm, all three of her ticklers would abandon their teases to descend on her worst ticklish spots - ribs, sides, hips - and torture them until all thought of orgasm was obliterated in gale-force laughter.
Unbeknownst to Jelex, just down the hall in the massive tower-like edifice in which she was located was Felin, who was suffering her own tortures, though in an entirely different manner. Whereas the energetic elf was maddened by her total restraint and inability to move, Felin was simply being attended to by three large cat-demons, all of them highly attractive to her eyes, except for the fact that they had spent the very first moments since she had come into this room torturing her in a very special way. Felin was currently pinned against the ground by one of them, who had her arms pressed to the small of her back, and turned her on her side so that the grooming brushes attached to the hands of the other two could brush against Felin's fur. It drove Felin to a special kind of insanity to have her fur brushed by someone else, much less brushed improperly, and the feline had been teased and tricked into wasting her energy struggling to escape the grip of a being much stronger than she.
Always one of them held her simply through superior muscle power. Felin's vaunted intellect was singularly useless against three beings, black-and-gray furred, of such great size and stamina. Felin had started out being held upright, feet dangling off the floor as the brushes had begun, stripping her of her pseudo-clothing and teasing the sensitive small breasts and hips directly with the firm bristles of their brushes. She had kicked, trying in those opening stages to land solid blows between the legs of the males and disable them, but her legs had been caught by massive hands and, held there helplessly off the ground by the three of them, her feet had been tickled until she thought she couldn't scream any longer. And that had only been the beginning; while the brushes stroked against the soles of her feet relentlessly, driving hysterical laughter out of the neko-jin, she had tried to threaten them, a useless gesture and one that served simply to make them tickle her all the harder. All the while they teasingly taunted her, making frequent reference to her feminity and hence vulnerability to tickle torture as a control tool, something that had sent the scientific catgirl into an indignant rage and protracted bout of struggling. Had she been thinking clearly, she might have seen how they were teasing her into wasting her energy.
Soon after she had been pinned in the classic gang-tickle position, one holding her arms and the other straddling her legs, so the two with free hands could tickle her midsection relentlessly and give her no recourse whatsoever. Felin hadn't known what to do by then; struggling and giggling had robbed her of her strength, and yet those terrible brushes elicited such a strong response within her that she knew if she didn't escape their ticklish touch she'd go mad. Yet what choice did she have? She couldn't escape them, a prospect that would have filled her with dread should she have thought about it. But four brushes on her torso kept her mind far from such thoughts, rubbing her ribs and her sides especially while in this position, massaging her breasts lightly and teasing the nipples with brief strokes of the brushes, before going back to her ribs and working the ticklish feline to the point of insanity.
Nor had it concluded there. Once Felin's muscles felt so rubbery it was as if they'd never move again, the three withdrew and left her to her own devices, exiting the room and chatting amongst themselves. Felin, once she had gathered her energy, managed to make it to her feet and open the unlocked door - at which point the three of them scooped her up, hauled her back inside, and sat her down in the lap of one of the cat-demons, all of whom were laughing and teasing her for thinking she'd get away. The sheer gall of such a stunt was enough to give Felin a fierce burst of energy, yet for all her struggling the brushes were still there, tickling her feet trapped behind her body, or rubbing at the sides and ribs they had treated so thoroughly before.
The ultimate indignation was when she was bent over the knee of the one, long after her strength to resist had ebbed away, and treated to a very thorough tickling of her ass and inner thighs, all while light, teasing spanks were delivered to her rear end, something that would have made her howl with fury had she been able to muster the energy. But she was just too spent and drained, unable to do anything but laugh as their brushing scrubbed away her sanity. She couldn't remember the last time she had been so thoroughly tickled and beaten as she had this day. Come to think of it, she reflected when her mind mercifully started wandering, what was she doing here in the first place?
Even if Felin had been able to ask Syia what their purpose in this place was, the blue-haired nurse was in no condition to answer, the guest of a tight-bodied sheep girl, a flexible blue slime, and a creature that had a human torso and a spider's abdomen called a drider. Syia had thus far spent her time in one precarious position or another, usually involving a fair part of her body being webbed up. The first, and ultimately most devastating tactic that had been employed, was to web her entirely from neck to ankles, leaving her feet exposed, and to let the sheep girl's tongue, rough and broad, lick at her soles while the blue slime did the same, mimicking the feel and texture of that tongue, and Syia's only response from the start had been pure hysterics. That had been bad enough, and then the drider had cut away some of the webbing around her breasts, creating a slot which exposed her cleavage, and into which the slime girl subsequently let a part of herself dribble, before sealing it up again.
Syia's response to that had been catastrophic, so intense that her ticklers wondered briefly if she'd black out, the shrieking hysteria as her feet were licked and her sensitive breasts tickled with the soft, vibrating massage of a feeling that was not dissimilar from a sex toy, but far more effective in eliciting responses. Syia's breasts were unbearably sensitive, and it was a toss-up as to whether them or her feet were more responsive. Having both of them tickled so relentlessly was an order of magnitude beyond that, and when the webbing opened up between Syia's legs, a part of the slime girl went in there, too, inside of Syia's body and nestling deep within her, creating a kind of odd but not unpleasant fullness... until it started tickling.
It was unbelievable. The drider was forced to amuse herself with tickling Syia's toes because the rest of her was wrapped up so tight, but the things going on within the webbing would have rendered her unable to move in a short time period anyway. Ticklish torment surged up from within her, from a spot where she literally had no muscles to flex or wiggle to avoid the sensation, just a soft, fingerlike teasing at a spot so terribly sensitive it was a wonder she wasn't bursting her lungs with all the screaming. Syia's skin became flushed and grew steadily darker until it seemed as if her cheeks were cherry red, the drider stroking her hair occasionally and nibbling upon her neck and ear.
Finally it seemed as if they'd given up on such nightmarish tickling; the webbing was undone, the warm goo withdrawn, Syia naked and panting upon the floor...and then she was picked up, webbed in a perfect X shape against the wall, and it started all over again. Now that her legs were wide open, the drider took no time in exploiting what she'd missed before, tickling the inside of Syia's thighs with her quick, teasing fingers, while the sheep girl contented herself with tickling Syia's breasts, all the while complaining that she'd miss the taste of Syia's ticklish feet. Syia was in no mood to contemplate additional threats to her feet, but then she noticed the absence of the goo girl, and felt something warm and thick running down each leg beneath the webbing. Before a protest could escape her lips her feet were enveloped in the sensation of many tiny feathers tickling every inch of her, from toes to knees. Like wearing clothing that tickled her, or at least leggings that did, they were impossible to shake off because they were so closely bonded to her. And her loins were starting to grow warm and wet with the tickling and attention, so much so that the drider shifted her tickling and teasing to the nice firm breasts that Syia sported, while the sheep girl took her licking and focused between Syia's legs.
Syia had always been susceptible to suffering both tickling and pleasure at once, and a loud moan ripped from her throat at the same time a squeal wanted to come out from the ticklish attention being paid to the spaces between her toes. It was almost impossible to focus on just one or the other, but the tongue of the sheep girl was just too skilled, and Syia felt herself exploding into ecstasy even as her chest jiggled from laughing so hard. This, she thought, would be the end of it, but they just kept tickling, and tickling, tickling...
---
"Jelex, you're trembling. Jelex, wake up... Jelex..."
Jelex jerked awake suddenly, feeling something very near to a post-orgasmic bliss coming over her body. She was more or less naked, wearing loose boxers and a loose t-shirt, and the common room was dim, just a few lights and the television illuminating the room. "What happened?" asked a voice, and Jelex looked up to see that she'd fallen asleep on Jaynin's chest, a blanket being draped over her in sleep. She looked at him, aware of how slick she was, and how much she should have wanted something from him, but it felt as if that desire had already been sated. "Jelex, are you all right? You were making some noises and, uh... shaking a bit." His voice was concerned, but she smiled and shook her head at him.
"It's all right. I just had a really hot dream." And with that she laid her head back down and closed her eyes, noticing vaguely that the hand which stroked her arm felt a little slick...
I was wholly unable to come up with any plot ideas, regardless of how sketchy, that I liked, so I basically said "fuck plot" and dashed something really quick off.
--
Jelex howled with hysteria, her naked body glistening with sweat, long past the point of struggling against the intricate lacework of strings and cuffs that kept her arms up and crossed behind her head. Nor could she muster the strength to struggle against the contraption that kept her held in place, back arched in a way that might seem almost painful but for one with Jelex's flexibility, her knees on padded supports that also kept her ankles locked into place, forcing her into an upright kneeling position with legs spread. Of course, being totally naked drew the buzzing, blocky devices that skated all over her ribs and sides to also glide in between her legs, where Jelex would have screamed with orgasmic pleasure and drenched the hands that were attached to the vibrating tips if she wasn't also busy laughing her sides sore and begging for mercy.
Or at least she thought she was. Every time she could hear her own voice over her laughter it was like some twisted alternate reality where she begged to be tortured even more, where she moaned with the prospect of her tormentors finding more fiendish ways to torment her - there were three of them, a succubus who had long since disrobed, a female cat-demon whose grin was all she wore, and a slightly more conservative naga who was only topless because she didn't have anything else to show. All of them wore wrist attachments that led to five buzzing fingers, which they alternately used and ignored depending on whether or not they were treating the elf's sensitive skin to more scratching and prodding, or if they wanted to vibe her sensitive points until she nearly wet herself for laughing so hard. The fingers traced along her ears, under her arms, along the curve of her neck and her breasts, in between her ribs and on the sides of them, all over her firm abdomen, down along her hips and waist...
Jelex screamed with unbridled laughter as two of those vibrating fingers captured her clit, buzzing insistently. She hadn't known that she possessed such a deathly ticklish spot on her body, or maybe it was just that they had made everywhere ticklish. They had demonstrated some time ago that they could bring her to a howl by tickling her legs and thighs and knees and ass. Her feet were hardly ignored, though those tended to draw the claws and tongue of the cat-demon, whose fur was tawny and soft, her graceful build slightly reminiscent of Felin's but with a much livelier bust, and whose teeth were needle-sharp. But it was that rough cat's tongue that slurped on Jelex's curved soles, even that much bringing her to unstoppable howls and jerking sobs of ticklish laughter.
They never seemed to ask anything of her. It was a ticklish hell, almost in the literal sense of the word; Jelex's current torture room was cast in a vaguely red light, the statues in the corner of the room Gothic and brooding stone, the arch supporting her made of jet-black obsidian, the chains which attached her firmly to the arch made of thick iron links. Just like if someone were trying to represent Hell itself, though such architectural subtleties were lost on the howling elf, who was just now winding up for a fresh round of uncontrolled giggling as scratching naga fingers found her ribs and tickled them, with short, quick movements that rasped gently on the overworked skin, marching from the back curve of her underarms all the way down to her hips and back up. Of course, the naga gave her breasts a healthy goosing and then tickled those as well, much to Jelex's detriment. Her nipples were hard - the constant teasing of her nether regions had left her body in a state of supreme arousal, the conclusion to which was blocked by incessant and merciless tickling. If it ever seemed like she was coming close, if her body started to rock and tremble with orgasm, all three of her ticklers would abandon their teases to descend on her worst ticklish spots - ribs, sides, hips - and torture them until all thought of orgasm was obliterated in gale-force laughter.
Unbeknownst to Jelex, just down the hall in the massive tower-like edifice in which she was located was Felin, who was suffering her own tortures, though in an entirely different manner. Whereas the energetic elf was maddened by her total restraint and inability to move, Felin was simply being attended to by three large cat-demons, all of them highly attractive to her eyes, except for the fact that they had spent the very first moments since she had come into this room torturing her in a very special way. Felin was currently pinned against the ground by one of them, who had her arms pressed to the small of her back, and turned her on her side so that the grooming brushes attached to the hands of the other two could brush against Felin's fur. It drove Felin to a special kind of insanity to have her fur brushed by someone else, much less brushed improperly, and the feline had been teased and tricked into wasting her energy struggling to escape the grip of a being much stronger than she.
Always one of them held her simply through superior muscle power. Felin's vaunted intellect was singularly useless against three beings, black-and-gray furred, of such great size and stamina. Felin had started out being held upright, feet dangling off the floor as the brushes had begun, stripping her of her pseudo-clothing and teasing the sensitive small breasts and hips directly with the firm bristles of their brushes. She had kicked, trying in those opening stages to land solid blows between the legs of the males and disable them, but her legs had been caught by massive hands and, held there helplessly off the ground by the three of them, her feet had been tickled until she thought she couldn't scream any longer. And that had only been the beginning; while the brushes stroked against the soles of her feet relentlessly, driving hysterical laughter out of the neko-jin, she had tried to threaten them, a useless gesture and one that served simply to make them tickle her all the harder. All the while they teasingly taunted her, making frequent reference to her feminity and hence vulnerability to tickle torture as a control tool, something that had sent the scientific catgirl into an indignant rage and protracted bout of struggling. Had she been thinking clearly, she might have seen how they were teasing her into wasting her energy.
Soon after she had been pinned in the classic gang-tickle position, one holding her arms and the other straddling her legs, so the two with free hands could tickle her midsection relentlessly and give her no recourse whatsoever. Felin hadn't known what to do by then; struggling and giggling had robbed her of her strength, and yet those terrible brushes elicited such a strong response within her that she knew if she didn't escape their ticklish touch she'd go mad. Yet what choice did she have? She couldn't escape them, a prospect that would have filled her with dread should she have thought about it. But four brushes on her torso kept her mind far from such thoughts, rubbing her ribs and her sides especially while in this position, massaging her breasts lightly and teasing the nipples with brief strokes of the brushes, before going back to her ribs and working the ticklish feline to the point of insanity.
Nor had it concluded there. Once Felin's muscles felt so rubbery it was as if they'd never move again, the three withdrew and left her to her own devices, exiting the room and chatting amongst themselves. Felin, once she had gathered her energy, managed to make it to her feet and open the unlocked door - at which point the three of them scooped her up, hauled her back inside, and sat her down in the lap of one of the cat-demons, all of whom were laughing and teasing her for thinking she'd get away. The sheer gall of such a stunt was enough to give Felin a fierce burst of energy, yet for all her struggling the brushes were still there, tickling her feet trapped behind her body, or rubbing at the sides and ribs they had treated so thoroughly before.
The ultimate indignation was when she was bent over the knee of the one, long after her strength to resist had ebbed away, and treated to a very thorough tickling of her ass and inner thighs, all while light, teasing spanks were delivered to her rear end, something that would have made her howl with fury had she been able to muster the energy. But she was just too spent and drained, unable to do anything but laugh as their brushing scrubbed away her sanity. She couldn't remember the last time she had been so thoroughly tickled and beaten as she had this day. Come to think of it, she reflected when her mind mercifully started wandering, what was she doing here in the first place?
Even if Felin had been able to ask Syia what their purpose in this place was, the blue-haired nurse was in no condition to answer, the guest of a tight-bodied sheep girl, a flexible blue slime, and a creature that had a human torso and a spider's abdomen called a drider. Syia had thus far spent her time in one precarious position or another, usually involving a fair part of her body being webbed up. The first, and ultimately most devastating tactic that had been employed, was to web her entirely from neck to ankles, leaving her feet exposed, and to let the sheep girl's tongue, rough and broad, lick at her soles while the blue slime did the same, mimicking the feel and texture of that tongue, and Syia's only response from the start had been pure hysterics. That had been bad enough, and then the drider had cut away some of the webbing around her breasts, creating a slot which exposed her cleavage, and into which the slime girl subsequently let a part of herself dribble, before sealing it up again.
Syia's response to that had been catastrophic, so intense that her ticklers wondered briefly if she'd black out, the shrieking hysteria as her feet were licked and her sensitive breasts tickled with the soft, vibrating massage of a feeling that was not dissimilar from a sex toy, but far more effective in eliciting responses. Syia's breasts were unbearably sensitive, and it was a toss-up as to whether them or her feet were more responsive. Having both of them tickled so relentlessly was an order of magnitude beyond that, and when the webbing opened up between Syia's legs, a part of the slime girl went in there, too, inside of Syia's body and nestling deep within her, creating a kind of odd but not unpleasant fullness... until it started tickling.
It was unbelievable. The drider was forced to amuse herself with tickling Syia's toes because the rest of her was wrapped up so tight, but the things going on within the webbing would have rendered her unable to move in a short time period anyway. Ticklish torment surged up from within her, from a spot where she literally had no muscles to flex or wiggle to avoid the sensation, just a soft, fingerlike teasing at a spot so terribly sensitive it was a wonder she wasn't bursting her lungs with all the screaming. Syia's skin became flushed and grew steadily darker until it seemed as if her cheeks were cherry red, the drider stroking her hair occasionally and nibbling upon her neck and ear.
Finally it seemed as if they'd given up on such nightmarish tickling; the webbing was undone, the warm goo withdrawn, Syia naked and panting upon the floor...and then she was picked up, webbed in a perfect X shape against the wall, and it started all over again. Now that her legs were wide open, the drider took no time in exploiting what she'd missed before, tickling the inside of Syia's thighs with her quick, teasing fingers, while the sheep girl contented herself with tickling Syia's breasts, all the while complaining that she'd miss the taste of Syia's ticklish feet. Syia was in no mood to contemplate additional threats to her feet, but then she noticed the absence of the goo girl, and felt something warm and thick running down each leg beneath the webbing. Before a protest could escape her lips her feet were enveloped in the sensation of many tiny feathers tickling every inch of her, from toes to knees. Like wearing clothing that tickled her, or at least leggings that did, they were impossible to shake off because they were so closely bonded to her. And her loins were starting to grow warm and wet with the tickling and attention, so much so that the drider shifted her tickling and teasing to the nice firm breasts that Syia sported, while the sheep girl took her licking and focused between Syia's legs.
Syia had always been susceptible to suffering both tickling and pleasure at once, and a loud moan ripped from her throat at the same time a squeal wanted to come out from the ticklish attention being paid to the spaces between her toes. It was almost impossible to focus on just one or the other, but the tongue of the sheep girl was just too skilled, and Syia felt herself exploding into ecstasy even as her chest jiggled from laughing so hard. This, she thought, would be the end of it, but they just kept tickling, and tickling, tickling...
---
"Jelex, you're trembling. Jelex, wake up... Jelex..."
Jelex jerked awake suddenly, feeling something very near to a post-orgasmic bliss coming over her body. She was more or less naked, wearing loose boxers and a loose t-shirt, and the common room was dim, just a few lights and the television illuminating the room. "What happened?" asked a voice, and Jelex looked up to see that she'd fallen asleep on Jaynin's chest, a blanket being draped over her in sleep. She looked at him, aware of how slick she was, and how much she should have wanted something from him, but it felt as if that desire had already been sated. "Jelex, are you all right? You were making some noises and, uh... shaking a bit." His voice was concerned, but she smiled and shook her head at him.
"It's all right. I just had a really hot dream." And with that she laid her head back down and closed her eyes, noticing vaguely that the hand which stroked her arm felt a little slick...
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