Jaynin
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Jaynin discovered that he found Naga bondage equipment rather to his liking. That is to say, when he wasn't the one bound in it. Having been hauled off from the bar by - he'd checked - fifteen naga, they were now lounging in the spacious dwelling of one of them, the wide room strewn with comfortable silk cushions, lounging naga, and one peculiarly shaped smooth slab of stone with metal rings set into it at strange intervals. What it had been for, Jaynin couldn't guess at - until he'd seen it in action. Nestled in the arms of a nearby naga and teasing her stomach while he waited, he saw a number wrestle their fellow onto this smooth stone part in the center of the room, and then - the rings were there to lock each set of arms, the neck, and the tail in two places, forcing the naga to lay straight on the ground, tail fully extended, arms fully pulled away from her body. Her cloth covering was removed with much giggling and teasing of her sides, causing a squealed giggle. Jaynin felt a pat on his head as a soft hand reached down to his loincloth, tugging it away and tossing it aside before stroking his shaft a little to warm it up. He moaned gently, shivering as the hand teased his sensitive length, and when he was ready, she patted him on the rear and indicated the restrained naga.
It was clear, now. She couldn't move a muscle, couldn't do anything to stop him as the feathered dick nestled in between her breasts and started to gently swish back and forth. Hysteria, that was the only word for it; no sooner had Jaynin begun than others joined, tickling the vulnerable areas that the bondage allowed them to. The soft veins of the feathers brushed silkenly upon the sensitive skin of the naga's cleavage; each stroke of each bristle sent a blizzard of ticklish sensations corkscrewing up her spine, to explode in a vent of heated laughter mixed with a slight moan. But there were others, too; Naga fingers were teasing the captive one's sides and underarms, tickling very gently but insistently at her body, not giving her any time to rest as her sides bellowed with laughter as they too were tickled sore by questing naga fingertips. The sight of them going about their business was enough to keep Jaynin more than aroused; strong but precise fingers guided short claws in random patterns upon her skin, focused on the sensitive spots to be found on her body. Some swirled in the underarms; for this particular naga, the lowest underarm on the right side was the most ticklish, and several hands surrounded it, their fingers probing and teasing the smooth skin beneath to the tune of howled laughter.
Others tickled her ribs, scratching the sensitive skin atop the ridges, or tickled the sides of her breasts and nipples. This last was particularly effective when the giggling naga plucked several feathers from Jaynin's black wings and started to stroke them against her breasts, tickling the tips of her nipples with the long edges of the black feathers. Jaynin simply kept thrusting his feathered rod in between her sensitive breasts, which others held tight for him, and enjoyed the descent into mad laughter that overcame the naga slowly but surely... Their stamina made them such fun beings to play with, Jaynin recalled, Syreth's teasing coming to mind at that moment. Possibly one of the best time investments he had made thus far was to tease this little tidbit out of her and venture to the Naga Queen's city... A loud cry and a sudden thrusting beneath his hips brought his mind out of the past, making him shake his head and grin. The poor girl beneath him had just climaxed her brains out, eyes wide open, giving her a slightly distraught look, but her grin was wide and ticklish, and her chest heaved, a few giggles teasing out as he slowly slipped his length from between her breasts and stood up. The assemblage giggled and started to release the captive naga from her ticklish confinement, and then grins broke out on a few faces as they contemplated the empty restraints, obviously considering who should be the next to go in...
Jaynin snapped blearily awake. He'd teased every naga probably once and a few more than that, losing track of time and indeed losing track of himself in what seemed to be a drug-induced haze... one of them had started to burn some kind of incense that he hadn't paid much attention to, but it made him light-headed, and he had giggled almost all the while he was teasing his victims, feeling slight ghostly ticklish sensations all over his body as he did so. But he couldn't remember falling asleep, and now what he beheld... there were squealing naga everywhere, pinned to the floor by others wearing some kind of armband, and he couldn't... A sack dropped over his head and was promptly tightened, causing him to yelp with surprise and then the world rotated as he was lifted off of his feet and draped across something firm and shifting. Yelling and struggling availed him of nothing except possibly to attract notice to his flailing bare feet, which were teased periodically throughout the journey to wherever it was they were going to. Jostled and teased by varying degrees, he finally found himself unceremoniously dumped out of the sack upon something that was pliant, blue, and warm, kind of rubbery... "Hey, what the heck is --"
His attempt to rise was cut short when the pliant table he'd been tossed upon lashed forward with tentacles, grabbed his wrists, and then pulled him back with his hands over his head... Likewise his feet were restrained, legs spread slightly, and Jaynin could see that the firm rings which formed bonds around his wrists and ankles were actually joined to the blue material, as if a part of it... "Shh, don't struggle," whispered a voice. Turning his head, Jaynin nearly jumped out of his skin to see the distinctive red eyes and the head of a slime-girl right next to him, nibbling his ear. "I'm a lot stronger than you, and I can punish you if you start trying to make trouble. So just sit back, relax, and answer the questions..." Before he could ask what she meant, a sound from in front of him caught his attention.
He was in a rather plain stone cubicle, probably under the ground in whatever passed for a prison, though it was slightly larger than one might expect for a humanoid figure. For a naga it would probably be cramped... A gentle light filled the space, generated by something he couldn't see, but it was bright enough to make out the details of everything, including the two beings before him. One was a naga, massive and more toned than the rest, wearing a red armband around her right upper arm and two blue ones around the left upper arm. Some kind of rank designators? She wore a grin on her face and glanced to her side where a slim, green, leafy dryad waited, long leaflike fingers gently waving as she giggled. "Now then," the naga said in a gruff vocie. "Upon investigating a report of disturbance filed by the - uh, elven delegation..." The naga paused to snicker, and Jaynin rolled his eyes. Those uptight little - "It's the kind of party we're used to breaking up, too much noise too late at night, but when we got in there we found something that was particularly dangerous and needed immediate confinement before it could do any harm..." The naga looked down, glancing between Jaynin's legs, and he remembered that he was naked.
"Dangerous? This? Now wait a minute - "
"Such a weapon as that could do untold damage to naga society if allowed to run rampant," she cut him off, licking her lips. "Now, I'm pretty sure what will happen from here is straightforward. We'll ask you where you got that. You'll either answer or not answer, and I don't imagine I need to fill in the consequences of refusal." The dryad was giggling. "Remi here likes boys. She likes them a lot, and more to the point, she likes driving boys to the brink of their sanity. Kind of rare among the dryad, but that's why she works for us." The slime-girl-restraint-board-thing started to flex, forcing Jaynin's body to bend with it, making his legs come up and together, making the soles face the dryad. "I'm going to take your refusal to cooperate as hostile intent..." Ignoring the sudden protest from Jaynin, she nodded to Remi, who grinned and promptly started to stroke feather-soft leaves across his soles. The slime girl added extra restraints for his toes, and the incubus promptly burst into laughter. "I'll leave you alone to talk to Remi for awhile. If you say something interesting, she'll come and get me." With that, the naga turned and slid out of the room, closing the door behind her, ignoring Jaynin's squealed protests as his chest bobbed with giggling.
Remi finally spoke. "Mmmhmhmhm..." The leafy fingers stopped stroking as abruptly as they'd started, and the dryad glided up to Jaynin's head, tracing her finger on his nipple. The table had reformed itself, lowering and spreading his legs much wider, making sure his hands were pulled behind his head as well as raised. "She's finally gone, good... now I won't be bothered while I get to do what I really want." A grin curled the lush green lips of the dryad's face, and her fingers stroked softly on both nipples, running the long, soft leaves against them, giggling as he shuddered and tried not to laugh. "Oh, I'll tickle you all right, but I'll do it my own way... nice and slow, getting every little inch of that ticklish skin you have. Maybe you can answer a question for me," she said, whispering very softly, lips so close to his ear that her fine, drifting hair tickled it. "Just... how do you survive when every inch of you is so deathly ticklish? How can you even stand to wear clothes without laughing yourself silly...?" Jaynin shook his head slightly, closing his eyes and trying not to listen. She was deliberately overstating his vulnerability, and while he was ticklish, it wasn't that bad... A soft laugh burbled up from his throat as a small twig appeared in one hand, its scratchy edge teasing and poking under his arm. "Or is that your secret?" she went on. "Is it that you're so ticklish that you tempt powerful girls with your vulnerability, and then when they let their guard down... tease your way into a better position? Maybe that's why you're here, after all... the Queen loves ticklish boys. Loves them to death, and hasn't had one she really likes in a long, long time..."
"S-stop it," Jaynin said, lips pressed together tightly. He laughed again as the twig was joined by a twin, both of them tickling at the soft skin of his right underarm. "I know what you're doing... you're trying to have me convince myself that I'm more ticklish and more vulnerable than I really am, and it's not working." Whether or not it was working was up for debate, but he knew he had to do something to break the spell she was weaving. Giggling and speaking in the same soft whisper she used, however, wasn't a terribly effective way of going about it, but Remi did not speak for about a minute after that, just using the twigs to tickle under both arms softly, making him jolt with teasing tickles, giggles leaking out from between his teeth despite how he tried to hold back. After a little while of letting him stew in silence, Remi discarded the sticks - more accurately, she re-absorbed their material into her body - and started to roll her hands together as if kneading a small ball of bread dough in between. Curious, Jaynin watched her, though he knew it could come to no good...
"I guess you must have some skill besides just being ticklish, though," she cooed, producing what seemed to be a small flower between her fingers, one with soft white leaves curled up in a bud. "You obviously need... stamina, because to convince the girls you really are just a ticklish little toy, you'd have to let them tickle... over, and over, and over again..." She went on as if he hadn't spoken, punctuating her words with a stroke of her finger against his underarm, eliciting a giggle. The flower bud she placed into his navel, where presently it opened and bloomed... and Jaynin bellowed in sudden laughter as something probed into the recess of his navel, something tickly and thin and firm that scratched around in there, a probe so fine it could examine the folds and crevices in his bellybutton, a place that definitely ratcheted his laughter up a notch and made him start to struggle more earnestly upon his gooey restraints... but he couldn't dislodge the flower, much as he tried, and Remi produced another, and then another, these two yellow in color and landing upon his nipples, where their tendrils curled around the stiffening buds and teased the tips with impossibly fine strokes...
Jaynin's laughter was irrepressible now. He couldn't keep it back despite the effort he put into not laughing, and finally he gave up trying to resist and just let himself collapse into full bellows of laughter, chest starting to rise and fall rapidly with quick spasms as laughter interrupted his breathing patterns. The leafy fingers stroked along his ribs once, and then the twigs returned - more of them, scratching like fingernails against his ribs and under his arms, making him cry out and try desperately to twist to the side and protect that section of ribcage from assault, then trying to second guess her and twist back quickly to lower the exposed section, only to have her decide to attack the underarms again. "GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhahahahahaaaaa! HAhahaa.. hahaha... hahahahAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!! N-hahaha-nehehe-neheheh-hahahh hahah ahahah stoooooooppppp...!!!" he pleaded, trying to entreat her in between gales of laughter, but what the naga had said was holding true; Remi seemed to be interested only in making his laughter rise, not in any kind of mercy.
Just when he thought he might get some relief when Remi's sticks were withdrawn once again, and trying to regain his breath against the tickling in his navel, gooey hands rose from the table beside him and quickly started to tickle his underarms without warning. The surprise attack broke the last semblance of control he had, and Remi's eyes gleamed as she sensed her chance, squeezing his hips and scratching at them with twigs while another set of hands rose from the table to start tickling his sides. Howling with laughter, Jaynin tried to twist this way or that, but the goo always rolled with him to make it ineffective, and Remi produced more flowers that he couldn't shake off, placing these in between his toes where the roots wrapped around the base of the toes, tickling the gaps in between. A virtual flowerbed of buds grew on Jaynin's torso as Remi recklessly scattered the flowers all over his body, their lashing, tickling roots driving him mad; but even worse, the slime girl forced his back to arch, tensing his muscles and stretching him out for the ticklish implements. "That's what I love to hear," Remi said, her voice husky as she whispered into his ear again, leafy fingers stroking down near his thighs. "That helpless, howling laughter... after you've given up trying to control yourself and try desperately to save your strength by following the path of least resistance... and after that, the exhaustion... the resignation, that you're unable to do anything whatsoever to make the tickling stop..." The leafy fingers tickled in his ears; somehow, that was just as unbearable as the flower bud root probing his navel every second. "And during that time, you'll throw away whatever dignity you have, begging for mercy at any cost, any price... before finally..." Her voice seemed to hitch up into an almost sexual tone as she nibbled his earlobe. "Before you finally lose the will to even beg, and simply curse your fate as a ticklish toy, powerless against your tormentors, unable to make it stop, unable to even give up... Your mind floats away, wishing it could be somewhere else, anywhere else, besides trapped in a ticklish body."
"STOOOOOHAHHAHAAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!" he cried, desperately trying not to envision those stages of decline in his mind. Remi chuckled, licking her lips as a hand delicately made its way between his legs to brush against his testicles, feathering them with the tips of her leafy fingers. They were sensitive, too, and bounced around a little as her fingers slid on the undersides, stroking the long bristles against his sensitive sack. "PLe-eehee-heheh-aahaha ahahaha - hahah-ahHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHha ahahaheehehe d-don't!! HHEHEHEHEE!!!" he begged, flushing red for his inability to stop himself from doing exactly as she'd predicted.
Remi didn't say anything now. She just tickled; the slime girl just tickled, too, adding new hands and teases to the soles of his feet, but Jaynin wasn't even sure if he could feel that right now. Squeezing his eyes shut, he could still imagine and see perfectly his tickled body. Trying to shake that image out of his mind, he stared at the ceiling, but only saw a patch of dark stone while his nerves screamed with ticklishness. He was pretty sure he was still laughing, cheeks red and slicked with sweat all over, but he wasn't quite aware of it. Floating away... When the tickling diminished slightly, he didn't even take notice of it, didn't notice that Remi had stopped tickling his balls and was making another flower, this one took her some additional time to make, however. It took almost a full minute; he didn't notice. He couldn't notice. Tickling sensations screamed through every nerve in his body, almost every spot which could be tickled was within range of something tickling him. A broad red flower sprouted in Remi's hands, shimmering dust floating through the air, towards him... He didn't even need to inhale. When it got close to his nose, it seemed to dive towards him, sucked in as if drawn into a vacuum, but instead of down into his lungs, the sensation of hot tingling seemed to spread up into his brain -
The world was torn apart.
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There was something warm, soft, and moving behind him. His body felt odd, but he wasn't in any pain. His eyes were closed, but when he opened them, it was just like waking up as usual. No dizziness, no world spinning, no... well, not quite like usual. His 'pillow' had the definite shape of... "Mm, good morning, little one," hissed a voice. Queen Lyriss' voice. Jaynin stretched, but something felt odd, like... not numbness, and not restraint, just like nothing happened. His body was still there, as far as he could see, but... His eyes widened and he shifted slightly in panic as a pair of hands stroked his hair. "Don't worry. Nothing is wrong, the sensation might be a little odd, but it's just fine." He was laying in the Queen's lap, in what appeared to be her personal chambers, carpeted in a plush deep blue carpet, the walls draped in green silks, and a number of gold-tasseled, broad red cushions everywhere. So many he could hardly see the floor... and the Queen was curled up upon the broadest of these cushions, lounging against the specially made support that rose up from the back to allow her to recline with her tail fully extended. His body was almost perfectly situated in her lap, even to the point where, as his back rested against her front, head against her breasts, her tail was curled lovingly around his left leg from ankle to midway up the thigh. But that leg was.... vaguely transparent. Not ghostly, but not seeming like it was all there, either. The same for his body all the way up to the chest, where it suddenly became whole again just where his pectoral muscles started. His arms were, of course, raised above his head and held there by the Queen's top pair of hands.
"What... what happened to me?" he asked vaguely, giggling as she exploited the position he was in by tickling his underarms a little bit. "Hehehehe... hehehe... come on, it... hee!" He tried to wiggle, but only the part of him that seemed solid responded. His face was scrunched up in a cute giggle as the Queen tickled his underarms slowly, with gentle swirls on the sensitive skin. "Hahaha... wh-why can I seehhehehe... hahaa... see through my legs and thehehaha the rest of me?" Lyriss grinned, ruffling his hair affectionately.
"Well, the honest answer is... you're not quite in one place," she said softly, forked tongue licking his ear. "To be precise, you're not wholly in any one place, but rather spread out over about..." She stopped to think. "Four of them, including this one." The surprised blink on his face made her giggle. "You aren't wholly in any of the other three places either, but when Remi was able to make you stop thinking about where you were, she was able to 'split' your existence into four parts. One is here... watch this." Teasing his chest with walking fingers, Jaynin tensed up as the Queen's fingers approached his ribs... and the tickling sensation vanished, even though he could vaguely feel the pressure on his skin and even the ticklish scratching, nothing happened. "This part of you," she said, gesturing to his torso from the ribs down to just above the hips, "is in the maids' quarters." The fingers marched down to his hip and ran against his still-feathery shaft. "This part is in the soldiers' quarters." She grinned; Jaynin qualied. If this worked as he feared it might, having that part of him in a place full of lusty naga soldiers... "And there," she said, indicating his feet, "is in the dignitaries' hall." Dyellza would enjoy that, Jaynin thought sourly... as if to punctuate this point, something feathery suddenly tickled his foot, but he couldn't see what it was. But there was no mistaking that it DID tickle him, and when he gave a soft laugh, tossing his head, the Queen smiled. "To them, you're in various positions, tied up whatever way amuses them, and the part they have is whole, while the rest of you looks a little washed out. But everyone gets to see your reactions..."
"Th-this is impossible!" he cried, even as he felt fingertips skate on his ribs. He gasped, trying to arch; nothing happened, and he giggled helplessly. He could almost hear the amused female giggles of a maid. Sudden harsh tickling engulfed both hips; trying to thrust them did exactly nothing. The helplessness of not being able to move amplified the sensation all the more.
"Oh, but it's quite possible," she said, tickling his nipples while she explained. "It's temporary, but a very powerful spell of the dryads'. So long as one part of the real you exists within each body, the facsimile can exist for a time. You are, in a sense, all of them at once." Tickling fingers danced along his feet; in addition to the Queen's teasing, this sent him over the edge and he started to laugh. Something soft tickled his testicles. "And now everyone can enjoy you all at once."
"Wh-whhahaha-hehehe-hahahAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHE OHAHAHAHHEHEHEOH GHAHAHH GODS WHAHAHAHEHEHEH WHY???" he managed to squeal, Lyriss having had enough of talking and deciding to begin swirling her fingers in his helpless underarms. His ribs had come under attack, and someone blew a raspberry in his navel while the harsh tickling on his hips continued, tickling fingers virtually swarming over every inch of his feather-cock, lifting his balls to tickle at the sensitive spot where the thigh met the torso. A broad, rough tongue lapped at one sole; Jaynin exploded with laughter, but his chest remained motionless. He could feel every sensation at every point, but not move anything but his arms or chest, which were held pretty firmly by the Naga Queen. His toes were spread, a set of soft feathers being run through them, while the other foot was treated to a dance of short, nimble fingers; that must be Dyellza. A firm grip teased him, a palm running up and down his shaft, making him giggle slightly but also moan and toss his head back before the maids tickled every single one of his ribs at once. Jaynin couldn't see the game the soldiers were playing, seeing who could stand to jerk his shaft the longest before giving up as the feathers tickled their palms. Others contented themselves with his balls; still others scratched and poked behind his knees.
The worst part was not knowing. He couldn't see the grins that might give him an idea of what the ticklers were up to next, couldn't see the glances they might cast at places they'd want to attack. Just tickling, only tickling, and they could all see how he reacted. That was the worst part of all; had each 'copy' just been an inanimate, unresponsive object, they'd likely tire of it after some time. The most fun part about tickling a helpless person was seeing their reactions, no? So of course they had thought about that and allowed everyone to see how much his ticklish suffering had spread... The Queen was almost gentle with her touches, teasing his underarms and his chest, thumbing his nipples from time to time and looking longingly at the ribs she probably wanted to dig her fingers into. Jaynin laughed helplessly; if it had to be like this, he would have much preferred to be entirely in the Queen's grasp, so that he might tease her and bring her around to, if not letting him free, then treating him more leniently. Was this all some kind of scheme to try and soften him up for the negotiations she had requested? Thinking analytically was too difficult when there were insistent fingernails tickling at his sides and his ribs. There was something that felt like it was buzzing beneath his testicles and it just made him want to moan aloud, which he did, probably to the giggled delight of whoever was doing that...
Two tongues tormented his soles. They felt like goat tongues, probably from some of the she-goats that had been in the dignitaries' group... it made him cackle madly, unable to resist the effective lapping of their tongues. The only thing worse than a she-goat was an actual goat, since while the humanoids were intelligent, the animals mechanically licked and licked and licked until your mind was long since gone. Jaynin cried out with laughter. "Please, pleheheheheheeheheze," he begged, again feeling the odd sensation of jerking his hips and having nothing happen, as fierce tickling covered pretty much everywhere from his hips down to his knees. "Plehehehahahahahheeheheheheheheeeeeeze my Queen just l-eheheahhaheheh let me heheheehahahaha st-stay hehheehehehehahahahaa... herehheehhee... hahahaha...!!!" But Lyriss shook her head and grinned, tickling harder, earning a burst of laughter that gushed up from his lips.
"That tool of yours is dangerous, and until you're properly tamed, you could easily torture even my hardiest soldier into helpless kitten submission. That won't be allowed to happen until I have you firmly under control and I get to direct which of my soldiers and servants you get to feather until they gibber with madness." Lyriss grinned and murmured huskily in his ear: "Besides, it will be better this way... I'll pick the bustiest, most ticklish naga I have and keep them well tied while you go at them..." She licked his ear, which prompted a shudder and then a cry of laughter as one of the maids discovered his navel. Soon there was a virtual colony of scratching fingernails along his abdomen, which felt vaguely as if it were pulled tight; he couldn't see that the maids had his back arched, both wrists and arms tied so that he was forced to lie flat upon a semicircular platform. Nor could he see the number of frustrated maids who longingly poked at the underarms which were just out of their reach. Jaynin, bursting with laughter, didn't stop to think about his response:
"Bahaha-hehehe-heeheheh but Queeheheheheheeeen Lyriss, allhahahahehehe all of theheheheaa them pale in c-comparison to the size of yehehehaahhahahahahaahhaa you...!" As soon as that sentence slipped from his lips he regretted it, eyes going wide as Lyriss laughed deliciously. The pace of her tickling increased, making him flush a deeper red than he already was, suffering from acute ticklishness that was making him feel lightheaded and detached again... He was losing track of what was happening, feeling like he was drifting again, the sensations all blending into one until he could see in his mind's eye the army of naga clustered around his body right now, tickling it into helpless submission and driving him far from the embrace of sanity, the voice of reason that shouted unheeded in his mind, drowned out by cute giggling that pleased the ear of the Naga Queen. Everything was getting farther and farther away... he shook his head, trying not to think about it again, but this time the drifting was more powerful, like he was actually being pulled out of his own body...
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Lyriss stroked the hair of the sleeping form upon her lap. The spell's time had been fleeting, as his body resisted the enforced unnatural arrangement and his natural magical field had been fighting for a return to stability. The now-whole incubus slumbered in her lap, exhausted from his tickling ordeal, though Lyriss didn't think for even one moment that he'd be truly submissive when he awoke. No, he'd play submissive, wielding his wit and charm against her in a battle of wills that made her smile to think of. It would only be too late that he learned there was not going to be a negotiation, and there never would have been. The Naga Queen would get what she wanted, and that was that.
The only question was how much resistance a ticklish body would present before letting her have her way.
It was clear, now. She couldn't move a muscle, couldn't do anything to stop him as the feathered dick nestled in between her breasts and started to gently swish back and forth. Hysteria, that was the only word for it; no sooner had Jaynin begun than others joined, tickling the vulnerable areas that the bondage allowed them to. The soft veins of the feathers brushed silkenly upon the sensitive skin of the naga's cleavage; each stroke of each bristle sent a blizzard of ticklish sensations corkscrewing up her spine, to explode in a vent of heated laughter mixed with a slight moan. But there were others, too; Naga fingers were teasing the captive one's sides and underarms, tickling very gently but insistently at her body, not giving her any time to rest as her sides bellowed with laughter as they too were tickled sore by questing naga fingertips. The sight of them going about their business was enough to keep Jaynin more than aroused; strong but precise fingers guided short claws in random patterns upon her skin, focused on the sensitive spots to be found on her body. Some swirled in the underarms; for this particular naga, the lowest underarm on the right side was the most ticklish, and several hands surrounded it, their fingers probing and teasing the smooth skin beneath to the tune of howled laughter.
Others tickled her ribs, scratching the sensitive skin atop the ridges, or tickled the sides of her breasts and nipples. This last was particularly effective when the giggling naga plucked several feathers from Jaynin's black wings and started to stroke them against her breasts, tickling the tips of her nipples with the long edges of the black feathers. Jaynin simply kept thrusting his feathered rod in between her sensitive breasts, which others held tight for him, and enjoyed the descent into mad laughter that overcame the naga slowly but surely... Their stamina made them such fun beings to play with, Jaynin recalled, Syreth's teasing coming to mind at that moment. Possibly one of the best time investments he had made thus far was to tease this little tidbit out of her and venture to the Naga Queen's city... A loud cry and a sudden thrusting beneath his hips brought his mind out of the past, making him shake his head and grin. The poor girl beneath him had just climaxed her brains out, eyes wide open, giving her a slightly distraught look, but her grin was wide and ticklish, and her chest heaved, a few giggles teasing out as he slowly slipped his length from between her breasts and stood up. The assemblage giggled and started to release the captive naga from her ticklish confinement, and then grins broke out on a few faces as they contemplated the empty restraints, obviously considering who should be the next to go in...
Jaynin snapped blearily awake. He'd teased every naga probably once and a few more than that, losing track of time and indeed losing track of himself in what seemed to be a drug-induced haze... one of them had started to burn some kind of incense that he hadn't paid much attention to, but it made him light-headed, and he had giggled almost all the while he was teasing his victims, feeling slight ghostly ticklish sensations all over his body as he did so. But he couldn't remember falling asleep, and now what he beheld... there were squealing naga everywhere, pinned to the floor by others wearing some kind of armband, and he couldn't... A sack dropped over his head and was promptly tightened, causing him to yelp with surprise and then the world rotated as he was lifted off of his feet and draped across something firm and shifting. Yelling and struggling availed him of nothing except possibly to attract notice to his flailing bare feet, which were teased periodically throughout the journey to wherever it was they were going to. Jostled and teased by varying degrees, he finally found himself unceremoniously dumped out of the sack upon something that was pliant, blue, and warm, kind of rubbery... "Hey, what the heck is --"
His attempt to rise was cut short when the pliant table he'd been tossed upon lashed forward with tentacles, grabbed his wrists, and then pulled him back with his hands over his head... Likewise his feet were restrained, legs spread slightly, and Jaynin could see that the firm rings which formed bonds around his wrists and ankles were actually joined to the blue material, as if a part of it... "Shh, don't struggle," whispered a voice. Turning his head, Jaynin nearly jumped out of his skin to see the distinctive red eyes and the head of a slime-girl right next to him, nibbling his ear. "I'm a lot stronger than you, and I can punish you if you start trying to make trouble. So just sit back, relax, and answer the questions..." Before he could ask what she meant, a sound from in front of him caught his attention.
He was in a rather plain stone cubicle, probably under the ground in whatever passed for a prison, though it was slightly larger than one might expect for a humanoid figure. For a naga it would probably be cramped... A gentle light filled the space, generated by something he couldn't see, but it was bright enough to make out the details of everything, including the two beings before him. One was a naga, massive and more toned than the rest, wearing a red armband around her right upper arm and two blue ones around the left upper arm. Some kind of rank designators? She wore a grin on her face and glanced to her side where a slim, green, leafy dryad waited, long leaflike fingers gently waving as she giggled. "Now then," the naga said in a gruff vocie. "Upon investigating a report of disturbance filed by the - uh, elven delegation..." The naga paused to snicker, and Jaynin rolled his eyes. Those uptight little - "It's the kind of party we're used to breaking up, too much noise too late at night, but when we got in there we found something that was particularly dangerous and needed immediate confinement before it could do any harm..." The naga looked down, glancing between Jaynin's legs, and he remembered that he was naked.
"Dangerous? This? Now wait a minute - "
"Such a weapon as that could do untold damage to naga society if allowed to run rampant," she cut him off, licking her lips. "Now, I'm pretty sure what will happen from here is straightforward. We'll ask you where you got that. You'll either answer or not answer, and I don't imagine I need to fill in the consequences of refusal." The dryad was giggling. "Remi here likes boys. She likes them a lot, and more to the point, she likes driving boys to the brink of their sanity. Kind of rare among the dryad, but that's why she works for us." The slime-girl-restraint-board-thing started to flex, forcing Jaynin's body to bend with it, making his legs come up and together, making the soles face the dryad. "I'm going to take your refusal to cooperate as hostile intent..." Ignoring the sudden protest from Jaynin, she nodded to Remi, who grinned and promptly started to stroke feather-soft leaves across his soles. The slime girl added extra restraints for his toes, and the incubus promptly burst into laughter. "I'll leave you alone to talk to Remi for awhile. If you say something interesting, she'll come and get me." With that, the naga turned and slid out of the room, closing the door behind her, ignoring Jaynin's squealed protests as his chest bobbed with giggling.
Remi finally spoke. "Mmmhmhmhm..." The leafy fingers stopped stroking as abruptly as they'd started, and the dryad glided up to Jaynin's head, tracing her finger on his nipple. The table had reformed itself, lowering and spreading his legs much wider, making sure his hands were pulled behind his head as well as raised. "She's finally gone, good... now I won't be bothered while I get to do what I really want." A grin curled the lush green lips of the dryad's face, and her fingers stroked softly on both nipples, running the long, soft leaves against them, giggling as he shuddered and tried not to laugh. "Oh, I'll tickle you all right, but I'll do it my own way... nice and slow, getting every little inch of that ticklish skin you have. Maybe you can answer a question for me," she said, whispering very softly, lips so close to his ear that her fine, drifting hair tickled it. "Just... how do you survive when every inch of you is so deathly ticklish? How can you even stand to wear clothes without laughing yourself silly...?" Jaynin shook his head slightly, closing his eyes and trying not to listen. She was deliberately overstating his vulnerability, and while he was ticklish, it wasn't that bad... A soft laugh burbled up from his throat as a small twig appeared in one hand, its scratchy edge teasing and poking under his arm. "Or is that your secret?" she went on. "Is it that you're so ticklish that you tempt powerful girls with your vulnerability, and then when they let their guard down... tease your way into a better position? Maybe that's why you're here, after all... the Queen loves ticklish boys. Loves them to death, and hasn't had one she really likes in a long, long time..."
"S-stop it," Jaynin said, lips pressed together tightly. He laughed again as the twig was joined by a twin, both of them tickling at the soft skin of his right underarm. "I know what you're doing... you're trying to have me convince myself that I'm more ticklish and more vulnerable than I really am, and it's not working." Whether or not it was working was up for debate, but he knew he had to do something to break the spell she was weaving. Giggling and speaking in the same soft whisper she used, however, wasn't a terribly effective way of going about it, but Remi did not speak for about a minute after that, just using the twigs to tickle under both arms softly, making him jolt with teasing tickles, giggles leaking out from between his teeth despite how he tried to hold back. After a little while of letting him stew in silence, Remi discarded the sticks - more accurately, she re-absorbed their material into her body - and started to roll her hands together as if kneading a small ball of bread dough in between. Curious, Jaynin watched her, though he knew it could come to no good...
"I guess you must have some skill besides just being ticklish, though," she cooed, producing what seemed to be a small flower between her fingers, one with soft white leaves curled up in a bud. "You obviously need... stamina, because to convince the girls you really are just a ticklish little toy, you'd have to let them tickle... over, and over, and over again..." She went on as if he hadn't spoken, punctuating her words with a stroke of her finger against his underarm, eliciting a giggle. The flower bud she placed into his navel, where presently it opened and bloomed... and Jaynin bellowed in sudden laughter as something probed into the recess of his navel, something tickly and thin and firm that scratched around in there, a probe so fine it could examine the folds and crevices in his bellybutton, a place that definitely ratcheted his laughter up a notch and made him start to struggle more earnestly upon his gooey restraints... but he couldn't dislodge the flower, much as he tried, and Remi produced another, and then another, these two yellow in color and landing upon his nipples, where their tendrils curled around the stiffening buds and teased the tips with impossibly fine strokes...
Jaynin's laughter was irrepressible now. He couldn't keep it back despite the effort he put into not laughing, and finally he gave up trying to resist and just let himself collapse into full bellows of laughter, chest starting to rise and fall rapidly with quick spasms as laughter interrupted his breathing patterns. The leafy fingers stroked along his ribs once, and then the twigs returned - more of them, scratching like fingernails against his ribs and under his arms, making him cry out and try desperately to twist to the side and protect that section of ribcage from assault, then trying to second guess her and twist back quickly to lower the exposed section, only to have her decide to attack the underarms again. "GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhahahahahaaaaa! HAhahaa.. hahaha... hahahahAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!! N-hahaha-nehehe-neheheh-hahahh hahah ahahah stoooooooppppp...!!!" he pleaded, trying to entreat her in between gales of laughter, but what the naga had said was holding true; Remi seemed to be interested only in making his laughter rise, not in any kind of mercy.
Just when he thought he might get some relief when Remi's sticks were withdrawn once again, and trying to regain his breath against the tickling in his navel, gooey hands rose from the table beside him and quickly started to tickle his underarms without warning. The surprise attack broke the last semblance of control he had, and Remi's eyes gleamed as she sensed her chance, squeezing his hips and scratching at them with twigs while another set of hands rose from the table to start tickling his sides. Howling with laughter, Jaynin tried to twist this way or that, but the goo always rolled with him to make it ineffective, and Remi produced more flowers that he couldn't shake off, placing these in between his toes where the roots wrapped around the base of the toes, tickling the gaps in between. A virtual flowerbed of buds grew on Jaynin's torso as Remi recklessly scattered the flowers all over his body, their lashing, tickling roots driving him mad; but even worse, the slime girl forced his back to arch, tensing his muscles and stretching him out for the ticklish implements. "That's what I love to hear," Remi said, her voice husky as she whispered into his ear again, leafy fingers stroking down near his thighs. "That helpless, howling laughter... after you've given up trying to control yourself and try desperately to save your strength by following the path of least resistance... and after that, the exhaustion... the resignation, that you're unable to do anything whatsoever to make the tickling stop..." The leafy fingers tickled in his ears; somehow, that was just as unbearable as the flower bud root probing his navel every second. "And during that time, you'll throw away whatever dignity you have, begging for mercy at any cost, any price... before finally..." Her voice seemed to hitch up into an almost sexual tone as she nibbled his earlobe. "Before you finally lose the will to even beg, and simply curse your fate as a ticklish toy, powerless against your tormentors, unable to make it stop, unable to even give up... Your mind floats away, wishing it could be somewhere else, anywhere else, besides trapped in a ticklish body."
"STOOOOOHAHHAHAAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!" he cried, desperately trying not to envision those stages of decline in his mind. Remi chuckled, licking her lips as a hand delicately made its way between his legs to brush against his testicles, feathering them with the tips of her leafy fingers. They were sensitive, too, and bounced around a little as her fingers slid on the undersides, stroking the long bristles against his sensitive sack. "PLe-eehee-heheh-aahaha ahahaha - hahah-ahHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHha ahahaheehehe d-don't!! HHEHEHEHEE!!!" he begged, flushing red for his inability to stop himself from doing exactly as she'd predicted.
Remi didn't say anything now. She just tickled; the slime girl just tickled, too, adding new hands and teases to the soles of his feet, but Jaynin wasn't even sure if he could feel that right now. Squeezing his eyes shut, he could still imagine and see perfectly his tickled body. Trying to shake that image out of his mind, he stared at the ceiling, but only saw a patch of dark stone while his nerves screamed with ticklishness. He was pretty sure he was still laughing, cheeks red and slicked with sweat all over, but he wasn't quite aware of it. Floating away... When the tickling diminished slightly, he didn't even take notice of it, didn't notice that Remi had stopped tickling his balls and was making another flower, this one took her some additional time to make, however. It took almost a full minute; he didn't notice. He couldn't notice. Tickling sensations screamed through every nerve in his body, almost every spot which could be tickled was within range of something tickling him. A broad red flower sprouted in Remi's hands, shimmering dust floating through the air, towards him... He didn't even need to inhale. When it got close to his nose, it seemed to dive towards him, sucked in as if drawn into a vacuum, but instead of down into his lungs, the sensation of hot tingling seemed to spread up into his brain -
The world was torn apart.
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There was something warm, soft, and moving behind him. His body felt odd, but he wasn't in any pain. His eyes were closed, but when he opened them, it was just like waking up as usual. No dizziness, no world spinning, no... well, not quite like usual. His 'pillow' had the definite shape of... "Mm, good morning, little one," hissed a voice. Queen Lyriss' voice. Jaynin stretched, but something felt odd, like... not numbness, and not restraint, just like nothing happened. His body was still there, as far as he could see, but... His eyes widened and he shifted slightly in panic as a pair of hands stroked his hair. "Don't worry. Nothing is wrong, the sensation might be a little odd, but it's just fine." He was laying in the Queen's lap, in what appeared to be her personal chambers, carpeted in a plush deep blue carpet, the walls draped in green silks, and a number of gold-tasseled, broad red cushions everywhere. So many he could hardly see the floor... and the Queen was curled up upon the broadest of these cushions, lounging against the specially made support that rose up from the back to allow her to recline with her tail fully extended. His body was almost perfectly situated in her lap, even to the point where, as his back rested against her front, head against her breasts, her tail was curled lovingly around his left leg from ankle to midway up the thigh. But that leg was.... vaguely transparent. Not ghostly, but not seeming like it was all there, either. The same for his body all the way up to the chest, where it suddenly became whole again just where his pectoral muscles started. His arms were, of course, raised above his head and held there by the Queen's top pair of hands.
"What... what happened to me?" he asked vaguely, giggling as she exploited the position he was in by tickling his underarms a little bit. "Hehehehe... hehehe... come on, it... hee!" He tried to wiggle, but only the part of him that seemed solid responded. His face was scrunched up in a cute giggle as the Queen tickled his underarms slowly, with gentle swirls on the sensitive skin. "Hahaha... wh-why can I seehhehehe... hahaa... see through my legs and thehehaha the rest of me?" Lyriss grinned, ruffling his hair affectionately.
"Well, the honest answer is... you're not quite in one place," she said softly, forked tongue licking his ear. "To be precise, you're not wholly in any one place, but rather spread out over about..." She stopped to think. "Four of them, including this one." The surprised blink on his face made her giggle. "You aren't wholly in any of the other three places either, but when Remi was able to make you stop thinking about where you were, she was able to 'split' your existence into four parts. One is here... watch this." Teasing his chest with walking fingers, Jaynin tensed up as the Queen's fingers approached his ribs... and the tickling sensation vanished, even though he could vaguely feel the pressure on his skin and even the ticklish scratching, nothing happened. "This part of you," she said, gesturing to his torso from the ribs down to just above the hips, "is in the maids' quarters." The fingers marched down to his hip and ran against his still-feathery shaft. "This part is in the soldiers' quarters." She grinned; Jaynin qualied. If this worked as he feared it might, having that part of him in a place full of lusty naga soldiers... "And there," she said, indicating his feet, "is in the dignitaries' hall." Dyellza would enjoy that, Jaynin thought sourly... as if to punctuate this point, something feathery suddenly tickled his foot, but he couldn't see what it was. But there was no mistaking that it DID tickle him, and when he gave a soft laugh, tossing his head, the Queen smiled. "To them, you're in various positions, tied up whatever way amuses them, and the part they have is whole, while the rest of you looks a little washed out. But everyone gets to see your reactions..."
"Th-this is impossible!" he cried, even as he felt fingertips skate on his ribs. He gasped, trying to arch; nothing happened, and he giggled helplessly. He could almost hear the amused female giggles of a maid. Sudden harsh tickling engulfed both hips; trying to thrust them did exactly nothing. The helplessness of not being able to move amplified the sensation all the more.
"Oh, but it's quite possible," she said, tickling his nipples while she explained. "It's temporary, but a very powerful spell of the dryads'. So long as one part of the real you exists within each body, the facsimile can exist for a time. You are, in a sense, all of them at once." Tickling fingers danced along his feet; in addition to the Queen's teasing, this sent him over the edge and he started to laugh. Something soft tickled his testicles. "And now everyone can enjoy you all at once."
"Wh-whhahaha-hehehe-hahahAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHE OHAHAHAHHEHEHEOH GHAHAHH GODS WHAHAHAHEHEHEH WHY???" he managed to squeal, Lyriss having had enough of talking and deciding to begin swirling her fingers in his helpless underarms. His ribs had come under attack, and someone blew a raspberry in his navel while the harsh tickling on his hips continued, tickling fingers virtually swarming over every inch of his feather-cock, lifting his balls to tickle at the sensitive spot where the thigh met the torso. A broad, rough tongue lapped at one sole; Jaynin exploded with laughter, but his chest remained motionless. He could feel every sensation at every point, but not move anything but his arms or chest, which were held pretty firmly by the Naga Queen. His toes were spread, a set of soft feathers being run through them, while the other foot was treated to a dance of short, nimble fingers; that must be Dyellza. A firm grip teased him, a palm running up and down his shaft, making him giggle slightly but also moan and toss his head back before the maids tickled every single one of his ribs at once. Jaynin couldn't see the game the soldiers were playing, seeing who could stand to jerk his shaft the longest before giving up as the feathers tickled their palms. Others contented themselves with his balls; still others scratched and poked behind his knees.
The worst part was not knowing. He couldn't see the grins that might give him an idea of what the ticklers were up to next, couldn't see the glances they might cast at places they'd want to attack. Just tickling, only tickling, and they could all see how he reacted. That was the worst part of all; had each 'copy' just been an inanimate, unresponsive object, they'd likely tire of it after some time. The most fun part about tickling a helpless person was seeing their reactions, no? So of course they had thought about that and allowed everyone to see how much his ticklish suffering had spread... The Queen was almost gentle with her touches, teasing his underarms and his chest, thumbing his nipples from time to time and looking longingly at the ribs she probably wanted to dig her fingers into. Jaynin laughed helplessly; if it had to be like this, he would have much preferred to be entirely in the Queen's grasp, so that he might tease her and bring her around to, if not letting him free, then treating him more leniently. Was this all some kind of scheme to try and soften him up for the negotiations she had requested? Thinking analytically was too difficult when there were insistent fingernails tickling at his sides and his ribs. There was something that felt like it was buzzing beneath his testicles and it just made him want to moan aloud, which he did, probably to the giggled delight of whoever was doing that...
Two tongues tormented his soles. They felt like goat tongues, probably from some of the she-goats that had been in the dignitaries' group... it made him cackle madly, unable to resist the effective lapping of their tongues. The only thing worse than a she-goat was an actual goat, since while the humanoids were intelligent, the animals mechanically licked and licked and licked until your mind was long since gone. Jaynin cried out with laughter. "Please, pleheheheheheeheheze," he begged, again feeling the odd sensation of jerking his hips and having nothing happen, as fierce tickling covered pretty much everywhere from his hips down to his knees. "Plehehehahahahahheeheheheheheheeeeeeze my Queen just l-eheheahhaheheh let me heheheehahahaha st-stay hehheehehehehahahahaa... herehheehhee... hahahaha...!!!" But Lyriss shook her head and grinned, tickling harder, earning a burst of laughter that gushed up from his lips.
"That tool of yours is dangerous, and until you're properly tamed, you could easily torture even my hardiest soldier into helpless kitten submission. That won't be allowed to happen until I have you firmly under control and I get to direct which of my soldiers and servants you get to feather until they gibber with madness." Lyriss grinned and murmured huskily in his ear: "Besides, it will be better this way... I'll pick the bustiest, most ticklish naga I have and keep them well tied while you go at them..." She licked his ear, which prompted a shudder and then a cry of laughter as one of the maids discovered his navel. Soon there was a virtual colony of scratching fingernails along his abdomen, which felt vaguely as if it were pulled tight; he couldn't see that the maids had his back arched, both wrists and arms tied so that he was forced to lie flat upon a semicircular platform. Nor could he see the number of frustrated maids who longingly poked at the underarms which were just out of their reach. Jaynin, bursting with laughter, didn't stop to think about his response:
"Bahaha-hehehe-heeheheh but Queeheheheheheeeen Lyriss, allhahahahehehe all of theheheheaa them pale in c-comparison to the size of yehehehaahhahahahahaahhaa you...!" As soon as that sentence slipped from his lips he regretted it, eyes going wide as Lyriss laughed deliciously. The pace of her tickling increased, making him flush a deeper red than he already was, suffering from acute ticklishness that was making him feel lightheaded and detached again... He was losing track of what was happening, feeling like he was drifting again, the sensations all blending into one until he could see in his mind's eye the army of naga clustered around his body right now, tickling it into helpless submission and driving him far from the embrace of sanity, the voice of reason that shouted unheeded in his mind, drowned out by cute giggling that pleased the ear of the Naga Queen. Everything was getting farther and farther away... he shook his head, trying not to think about it again, but this time the drifting was more powerful, like he was actually being pulled out of his own body...
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Lyriss stroked the hair of the sleeping form upon her lap. The spell's time had been fleeting, as his body resisted the enforced unnatural arrangement and his natural magical field had been fighting for a return to stability. The now-whole incubus slumbered in her lap, exhausted from his tickling ordeal, though Lyriss didn't think for even one moment that he'd be truly submissive when he awoke. No, he'd play submissive, wielding his wit and charm against her in a battle of wills that made her smile to think of. It would only be too late that he learned there was not going to be a negotiation, and there never would have been. The Naga Queen would get what she wanted, and that was that.
The only question was how much resistance a ticklish body would present before letting her have her way.
