Jaynin
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Embarrassingly enough, I've had this story written for almost a month and forgotten to post it. It's a follow-up to "Just Another Day" and details what you might expect to happen if you turned Syia loose in the demonic equivalent of college.
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"It's not every day we get such a silly heroine trying to best the most notorious ticklers in the entire Academy," said a satyr, blonde-haired and with a broad, muscular chest, goat's horns sprouting from atop his head and running rakishly back along with his hair, the tips curving up slightly at the end. His skin had a very slight orange cast, but the most noticeable differences about the satyr were twofold; one, his fingers were slightly longer than a human's would be and also tipped with slight claws almost identical to fingernails. Two, his legs were bent slightly, and ended in a goat's cloven hooves instead of feet. This satyr, named Pryx, was also quite a bit taller and stronger than any human Syia had met - strong enough so that he had been able to pick Syia up in a big hug and then start tickling her sides mercilessly while the female heroine flailed helplessly, kicking her legs and beating on his broad, muscular back. "After all, it's pretty widely known that Syia gets super horny if you ticklefuck her - and luckily for her, satyr are more than eager to do both for quite a while!"Syia had been placed on a table, once her energy had been sapped by tickling, and her clothing removed entirely. Two other satyr were with the one named Pryx, of similar construction except a little smaller and varying degrees of skin tone, as well as different colors of hair. One was brown-haired, but the other had neon green, of all things...
"That's not true!" Syia burst out, before shrieking with laughter as one of the satyr took hold of her arms and freed Pryx up to start tickling her along her sides and ribs. But on top of that, the satyr had thrust himself in between her legs, letting Syia's legs dangle to either side of him - where the third satyr waited to tickle her feet. Syia kicked, and squealed, but since she couldn't ever see that third tickler from behind Pryx's back, he would just wait until she had tired and then resume his tickling of her sensitive soles... "It's... nnnnhh!"
"Listen to her," one of them said, as Syia moaned lustily from Pryx's first thrust. "She started out totally soaked. I think it's true that she actually loves the idea of being caught and tickle tortured! We ought to let her go and play at being heroine a while longer so that others get a chance to tickle her crazy." Syia tried to protest, but the tickling had begun in earnest, Pryx's fingernails scritching lightly at the underside of her arms and drawing his fingers down to goose her soft sides, each spot earning him a fresh burst of laughter and wiggling, which he felt acutely as he thrust inside of her, Syia's wet sex easily lubricating his shaft. It was shameful, but at the same time, she loved the sensation... Struck by such conflicting impulses, Syia's protests waned, although the struggling and screamed laughter that resulted from her tickle torture did not slow.. The satyr who was behind Pryx decided that, however sensitive her feet were, they weren't worth missing out on the bounty of her upper body, and they quickly rearranged themselves, Pryx tickling at her sides and hips, the other getting the breasts, underarms, and ribs. Their nails scratched relentlessly...
"STHAHAHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHHAahahahahahEHEHEHEEH don't ticklefuck! PLehehEHEEHEHEHeeheheheheeheeze!!!" Syia cried, hysterical from moaning and laughing at the same time, having to deal with the slightly rough hands of the satyr as their nails stroked under her arms, and then changed tactics to scratch her ribs from front to back, one hand at a time as he used his free hand to move her breast out of the way, tickling it all the while, to reach the sensitive ribs that her large breasts covered slightly. Pryx was having more fun with the soft, ticklish sides of his victim, enjoying her responsive skin both inside and out. "STEHHEAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAAAHAH!! HAHAHEHEHEHEEH!! HEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHE!!! HEEEEE!!!" The pitch of her voice rising to a full-throated scream before she collapsed back into helpless laughter, the ability to wiggle back and forth and fight against the strong arms of the satyr holding her almost gone from her body now, as the horny, hard Pryx pounded her relentlessly.
"Did you find a good spot?" his compatriot asked, fingers exploring some unusual spots like beneath the breasts or on the very outside of the underarms, finding her responsive everywhere but not getting that 'magic spot' reaction that had caused a scream before.
"I'm giving her a taste of a feather dick," Pryx said with a wide grin. Satyr were naturally adept with magics that altered the perception or otherwise influenced the mind, and so while his dick hadn't actually sprouted feathers, Syia would periodically feel the brush of such inside of her, accompanied by a surge of ticklish feeling where there might normally be none. Pryx's power was enough to turn it into a burst of hysteria rather than a novel sensation. But he was more focused on ramming his cock deep inside the willing heroine, who by now was thrusting her hips back against him, moaning her pleasure even as she screamed hysterically from the satyrs' relentless tickling. Since they had started, the fingers had been everywhere on her body, hardly giving her a chance to adapt or adjust. Not that she minded; the satyr were expert ticklers, she had heard, and gone to try her luck with them first... it was just that she hadn't expected them to tickle so quickly. Or be so attractive... or for her to get turned on by their talk of tickle torture...
Syia tried to shake her head and clear it, but the pleasure hammering at her from inside combined with the electric, fleeting feeling of ticklishness that continually renewed itself precluded any chance of that happening. She was going to climax, she could feel it - and the satyr wasn't showing any signs of slowing down, either in tickling her or in pounding her. Syia gave into the sensations. She had no choice... "Mmm, the girl just came," Pryx commented, as her eyes went wide and she arched her back, screaming wildly in ecstasy, only to collapse back in a burst of laughter as all of the fingernails seemed to instinctively find that spot on her ribs to tickle... flushed with heat, body confused by being tickle tortured in the throes of a powerful orgasm, Syia simply let her mind drift, allowing her body to dictate the helpless, overpowering laughs, the moans it tried to mix in, the eagerness to participate with the fucking she was getting... though having her arms free would have been nice, having them held ensured that she wouldn't cover herself...
"PhahehahaHAHAHEhehEHEHEHEEHEHAHAHAHAHAH! HAHAHEHEEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEEHEHE donheehahahah don't tiheheha-hahaha-hehe-hhahaha-don't TICKLEHEHEEHHEEHEHEH!!! Plhehehehehee-heheheeeze! I chahaheeheh can't... can't... hehehe.. hahaha... hahhh..." Syia's temporary breathing respite lasted all of three seconds, just long enough for her to think that she was getting a break before they started in on her again. The wonderful helplessness just had her moaning once more within the span of a few minutes, made even better by Pryx's obviously rising pleasure and faster thrusting, the satyr gripping her hips and tickling not quite so much now, though his partner made up for that by tickling harder, right along her ribs... and then the breasts. The breast tickling brought forth yet another screech of laughter, though her moans were louder now, more prominent. Syia's legs crossed behind Pryx and she cried out with a tortured mix of pleasure and laughter, knowing vaguely that feathers tickling her breasts were more effective, but still...
The flash of climax was met with an intense warmth in her core. Syia's entire body tingled, going hot, the frantic thundering within her body finally crashing over in a wave that spread to every limb, flooding her nerves with pleasure, and blanking out every sensation but pure bliss for a few wonderful moments. Even the tickling couldn't penetrate her sheath of ecstasy for those precious seconds... it wasn't until she had started to drift back down to earth that she realized the tickling had stopped. Confused, Syia looked around at them. One was holding up an azure blue bikini of the most scandalously small size... "We wouldn't want to deprive the others of their fun," Pryx said, grinning at her, "but that spacesuit of yours really doesn't fit in with the theme at all. Only Senisha wears nearly that much clothing, and she gets away with it because she's coming out of it almost as often as she's getting into it." Syia sat up, clutching the bikini to her chest when the satyr tossed it to her, but there was a gleam of mischief in her eyes when she looked at him.
"And what happens if I refuse?" Giggling almost before the satyr closed in on her, Syia made a mock attempt to flee, but was no match for the quick reactions of the three boys...
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Having just managed to flee satyr of the male variety, it didn't take Syia long to become entangled with those of the female.
They were quite exotic creatures, Syia noted, having the same kind of bent legs and goat's hooves and horns that the male did, but their bodies were sleek and toned, skin either blue or gray and ranging in tone from light to dark for both shades. The three of them that she was with now gave her a fairly good idea of the variety of appearance a female satyr could take; two of them, with their firm, slim bodies, curves visible but not prominent, had small tufts of white wool growing from their ribs over their breasts, covering the nipples just barely, and more tufts of soft wool between her legs, covering her slit, theoretically. But the third was considerably more busty than the other two, and she wore clothes that Jelex might favor, a tank top and shorts. All of them had short rings of wool on their forearms, and from below the knees to the ankle where the goat's hoof began.
She had realized that the bustier one, whose skin was a steel gray color, wore clothes to cover the fact that her body was shaved clean beneath them. The only reason she knew this was because of her unique angle of view, due to the fact that they had her back arched slightly to match the contour of the device they had shackled her to. Syia tried not to think about how that satyress' ribs and underarms and sides were wholly exposed and taut, but it was somewhat difficult to do that because they had put her in the device for the very purpose of demonstrating such. She could see how the girl's top had ridden up far enough to come clean off of her breasts, and the satyr girl had squealed in protest as her friends took to tickling her sides and sucking on her tits. Syia found them quite exotic indeed...
"Okay, okay," the gray-skinned one said, giving wry glances to her slimmer friends, one light blue and the other dark blue. They had released her from the restraint and were giggling as they professed to fix her clothing but instead tickled her while they did so. Syia noticed how the two covered only by wool teased their friend for wearing clothes, but she teased right back about having the biggest and most attractive breasts. This simply earned those breasts a squeeze and the rest of her another tickling, as the three satyresses moved to surround Syia and tease her body with gentle caresses... the two blue-skinned ones had taken hold of an arm each to hold her still, but without being rough, and all three used their free hands to stroke along the length of her body. Syia nearly shivered out of her skin.
"I don't know," the light blue one said in response to the busty gray one's boast. "She looks like she might almost rival you in size, Ciela. On top of that, you're all rough and stringy like hard leather. Her body is so soft you can almost squeeze it." They did that, goosing her sides, and laughed when Syia jumped, struggling vainly to get free. Well, maybe not struggling that much. Ciela, the busty one, laughed good-naturedly and suggested that they oil up Syia's body to see how soft and sensitive she really was. Syia knew from experience that being oiled wasn't terribly ticklish unless the oil was designed to be so, but on the flip side having these girls caress her body with oils and lotions would be almost irresistably erotic. As such, the ticklish heroine - so she thought of herself - hardly resisted when it came time to be latched into the device, which was adjusted to be comfortable for her, a long arch that they shackled her onto with arms up over her head and feet together at the bottom, then cranked - it appeared to be attached to a large wheel - so that she was resting on her back, spine arched gently.
"Pfft, what's this? Pryx's idea of a joke I bet," Ciela said with an amused guffaw, running a finger between Syia's breasts and almost casually plucking the floss-thin bikini from her body. Syia could see the other two doing likewise for the bikini bottom. "Still, the fact that you've apparently withstood a session from Pryx and his cronies says something about your stamina if not your intelligence. Why would a ticklish human wander into our Academy even if she did profess to have psychic abilities?" Syia kept her mouth shut about that for now. It'd be more interesting if they tried to pull the information from her... The satyr girls chatted to themselves about her body, and how nice and soft it felt, about how much fun she'd be, about how she should stay away from the jockish Pryx and instead hang out with them, that they'd treat her much better. As they did so their hands became filled with warm oil, and spreading out along her body, they started to massage the lotion into her skin, where it shone softly in the light as they worked, rubbing it firmly into her...
It did tickle a little. Syia giggled whenever their fingers teased under her arms, or along her ribs, or goosed her side... But mostly she sat there, enjoying her captivity, and the attentions she was being lavished with, especially on her breasts. The satyresses seemed to notice that she liked that, and over time their voices became softer, pitched more erotically, less like chitchatting schoolgirls and more like seductresses working in concert to tease and seduce their target. Syia found that it was working: "She's got such soft skin. Except right here... I love how these big soft breasts have this super stiff nipple right on top." "I can't pinch it, my fingers are too slick and oily. You try." "It's no good. She just keeps getting worked up and jerks right out of my grip. Hey, Ciela, how's she doing down there?" Ciela, working Syia's lower half, flicked her fingernails along Syia's soles, and grinned at the resultant laughter. She hadn't yet oiled up the psychic's feet, and took the opportunity to tickle them lightly with her fingertips, not touching her body with the oil on her palms and fingers.
Syia cried out with laughter. "Pleheheheheheheheeeze... not the feet. Pryx and his friends tickled my feet too much." It was a lie, and won her no respite in any case, but Syia's playful stubbornness was kicking in, trying to incite the satyresses to tease her more. It hardly took much to get them started. She found herself giggling, not as hard as she had before, but their tickling was more consistent, more focused on stimulating her nerves than in simply swamping her with sensation. Their nails skated along her oiled skin, teasing the hard ridges of her ribs, sliding into her soft underarms, groping at her breasts and pinching at her stiff nipples. Ciela had given up tickling her feet and was oiling them instead; once she had finished doing that, Syia's whole body shone in the soft light, and they worked her over, oiling as many places as they could reach along her sides, the backs of her thighs, her butt...
Once they had finished that, though, soft-bristled brushes came out, as if she were a prize animal to be brushed and rubbed down with the finest of oils, and it was these brushes, rough enough to compensate for the oils slicking her body, that really started to tickle her. It wasn't the scratchy kind of tickling that drove her crazy or the squeezing that made her jump, but rather a kind of friction that was just enough to tickle the soft points on her skin that didn't usually take to the other two methods as well... the satyresses, for example, did a very good job of tickling her breasts, especially all around the outside and in between, with their brushes, running the soft bristles over the top as well and teasing the stiff nipples... Syia found herself giggling helplessly, not howling like she had for Pryx and his buddies, but the kind of laughter that simply wouldn't stop and left her breathless. They tickled along her ribs and her sides unceasingly, the arched shape of the table she was restrained to making each and every stroke send a rush of ticklish tingles through her body, as well as hints of arousal that swirled around like eddies on the tail end of the ticklish current flowing through her body. The shape of her torso was so perfectly defined for attack that it was virtually impossible not to exploit it. Syia found that she was increasingly getting aroused again...
That last thought struck home when she felt two firm fingers slide in between her legs and into her. The gasp turned into a moan as Syia tried reflexively to spread her legs for the touch, but she couldn't even manage that. It didn't matter; Ciela was indulging her with those fingers, starting to pump them into Syia's slick opening, finding the psychic girl to be as willing as any teased victim ever was. The others didn't relent on tickling with their brushes, but the strokes slowed down, making the laughter and brushing erotic rather than truly torturous. Her skin shone with vitality as the oil had soaked into it, and been brushed around fully by their fingers and the bristles, and now was streaked with a bit of sweat as the heat of arousal infused her, seeping into her stomach and spreading throughout her body. Ciela's tongue touched to her sensitive little bundle of nerves and licked at it gently, prompting a throaty moan from Syia. None of the girls spoke now, the whisper of brushes, the slick sound of Ciela's pumping fingers, and the moans of the afflicted female the only sounds that filled the room.
Syia's soft giggling filled the silence in between such moans. The touch of Ciela and her friends was amazing, soft and precise and just the right kind of pressure... there was something to be said for this. Then again, there were also times when Syia preferred the hard, relentless tickling of the kind she'd received from the male satyr. The very thought of all the delicious kinds of sensation she could experience made her shiver with delight, and then moan with ecstasy when the female satyr's lips closed around the hood of her clitoris and sucked firmly. Her body began to quiver, and at last the other two girls abandoned their brushes, one groping her slick breasts with fingers still slippery from the oily residue, and the other quite simply began to kiss her, something which Syia eagerly reciprocated. Syia felt as if she were beginning to float upwards on warm air, rising towards the sun and the height of her pleasure, heat suffusing her body and that feeling was wonderful...
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It felt somehow odd to be in her full gear again, the tight, silvery-white suit with the reinforced gloves, designs going down her shoulders and sides to reinforce the area between her legs, and silvery stripes that ran down the legs of her suit to end in lightweight but durable boots. It accentuated everything while being fully clothed, an effect that Syia rather liked, although in this case it was "boot" rather than "boots" she was wearing. Rather cooperatively, she thought, she had let herself be tied in a lenient fashion, wrists behind her back and her other foot free, sitting atop a desk. The one bare foot was raised and suspended from the ceiling, making it rather difficult to move. But still, it wasn't uncomfortable. In fact, it was all rather interesting, seeing as how she was seated atop a desk at the front of a lecture hall filled with students. "Today we're going to examine how it can be better to focus all of your efforts on a single weak spot, rather than trying to get everything at once and be greedy," Jienan said, grinning at Syia. He knew all too well how weak her feet were. That's what made this interesting... that, and the students of all kinds eagerly watching her. Male and female satyr, slimes, naga, dryads, neko-jin, black angels, incubi, succubi, dark elves, all made for an exotic rainbow of different demons and demonically aligned creatures. All here for the purpose of watching her be tortured.
Well, to be instructed, but Syia recognized a freebie class when she saw one, something that took little effort for the teacher to make, and was entertaining but not always educational for the students. Needing to stretch, Syia wriggled herself out of the wrist bindings, which had just been loosely tied cords, and tossed them aside, laying on her back with one leg in the air and the other dangling off the side of the desk. Directing a smirk at Jienan, she stretched out completely, not expecting that the incubus would leap upon the desk, straddle her hips, and proceed to tickle at her underarms firmly enough to get at her through the suit. "Of course, sometimes your captives will get cocky, and in that case it's always okay to remind them that they are, after all, helpless." This last was delivered in a teasing manner, and the class laughed. Jienan scanned his audience and beckoned for a female dryad to come forward, as Syia squealed with laughter and tried to buck him off. The dryad giggled eagerly and came forward, a little slowly as the plant creature's legs were never very strong, which was why they preferred to remain in their rooted "plant" form whenever possible. "Go ahead and root up near the head of the desk," he said to her, still fighting with a squirming Syia, wiggling his fingers hard under her arms and along her ribs. The woman was still giggling when the dryad let out a sigh of relief, like resting tired legs by flopping upon a couch, and her legs became encased in a thick layer of plant material, which soon became a brilliant azure flower that bloomed around her waist, her legs becoming the roots and stem of this flower, which rested upon the floor atop the bed of roots.
Once she had done that, Jienan released Syia, but thin vines from inside the dryad girl's flower wrapped around her wrists, and then with a nudging motion at the clothes she wore, started in down her sleeves. Syia started to giggle as she could see the outlines of the vines slithering down her arms, over the inside of her elbow and the bicep... even before they had reached her underarms, Syia's armpits were tingling ticklishly, knowing what was coming and being totally unable to stop it. On top of that was the slight indignant thrill of knowing that someplace which should have been protected was about to come under assault... "While our lovely dryad keeps the heroine busy... we'll get back to the actual matter at hand." The flower girl's tinkling laugh sounded as her vines stopped just short of the underarms, tips resting at the very edge of the ticklish zone. "Let's see who else will join us... oh, Seni, yes, I see you nearly popping out of your top waving your hand so hard. Come on, come up." The succubus in question had tanned skin and blonde hair done in two pigtails, gray eyes and an adorable snaggle tooth that she exploited to the fullest extent. Of course, she chose to wear a pink outfit that started just above the nipples and ended right at her crotch, leaving generous amounts of her ass exposed, and seemingly held on only by silver fasteners that hugged her body, one under each breast wrapping around her ribs to the upper back, and another pair around her hips. Knee-height pink boots completed the ensemble.
Jienan handed the eager succubus a long black feather and smacked her rump lightly. "Now, Seni here is going to very gently stroke this along Syia's foot. Use the tip as much as possible, keep the area you stroke small, and move slowly. I got this feather off of a high-level succubus, so don't you dare waste it." Amused laughter met that comment, which Jienan delivered with a grin, putting the lie to the fact that it might have been at all difficult to obtain. Syia, so focused on that dark feather on her foot, was completely taken by surprise by the vine tips that she had almost forgotten were there, wiggling against her suit to tickle at the center of her underarms, the vines themselves visible against the material...
"HahahahahAHaahahhaehehehe! Heyeheheahaheheh hey that wahshsh-hahaa-hahahehe chee-heheh-hehaHAHAHAHAH CHEATING!" she burst out, Seni having timed her stroke with the feather to begin when Syia had started to protest. The writhing heroine giggled hard, wiggling in the grasp of her vine restraints and kicking her free foot, which Jienan grabbed and held under his arm to still it while Seni worked. The lick of the feather teased Syia's sensitive foot, each slow stroke tickling at the skin loaded with nerve endings, trained to be ticklish by countless sessions of torture. "NhehehEHEEHEHEHEH! HEHEHAahahahAHAHHAheehehehee eheheh nahaheheeh no f-fehaheehhaeh feathers Jienanaaaaaaahahaahahaha you know that's cheehhEHEHAHAHAAHHEHEHEH CHEATING!!!" she squealed, struggling in vain as the vines continued to tickle at her underarms, somehow managing to branch off while they moved and leaving a forked tip at her underarm, the three-pronged vine spur stroking and teasing just as effectively as the first had... but it was just something to keep her off guard, a punishment for having been audacious enough to try and escape the situation into which she'd been placed. The real problem was the feather stroking on her foot.
Syia squealed with hysteria as the feather tip settled onto the sole of her foot, and gently brushed at that one area over and over, the flicking feather tip making her nerves scream with ticklishness, her breasts bouncing as her chest bellowed with laughter. Usually, ticklish teasing talk worked wonders on Syia, but to her dismay she realized they were trying something the exact opposite: aside from her howls of hysteria and ticklish screams, there was silence. No one else spoke, not Jienan nor the students nor Seni nor the dryad, all either watching her or going about their job of tickling her. He gave no instructions, no directions, simply letting the succubus experiment with the long black feather that was tickling Syia insane. It only got worse as Syia tried to control her laughter, feeling the awkwardness of being the only one to be making any noise, but then Seni slid the feather up into her toes, and Syia found to her shock that the magic imbued in that succubus feather made wiggling her toes incredibly difficult. It was something that Seni seemed keenly aware of, grinning and blowing a kiss to the struggling, giggling heroine. Syia would have found the girl an enjoyable subject for a physical were she able to...
"All right," Jienan finally said, and the students broke into a rush of giggling and chattering as whatever signal he had given them to stop talking was obviously now lifted. Seni stepped back, grinning at the panting Syia, and the dryad's vines were subdued, only gently stroking her underarms, although the vine tips had found her nipples and were enjoying those quite a bit, wrapping around them and squeezing. Syia's breath didn't come back easily... "As you can see, even just a little bit of attention to a sensitive spot can make worlds of difference. But you have to consider that not everyone responds to the same scenarios in the same way. When there's just you and your victim, sometimes you have to wing it, but other times you end up with the same target more than once, and then you should take the time to learn the precise things that drive them nuts. It's not simply techniques or tools either, but the situations and the scenarios." Syia was surprised when her foot came free of the holding rope, but less surprised when her feet were repositioned into a cylindrical device that was produced from under the desk and then clamped into place, so that her feet seemed to be forced to the middle of the cylinder by some kind of unseen force. She tried to move and found that she couldn't wiggle her feet at all, nor pull away from the invisible shackles. There was nothing around her ankles that might suggest a physical object, but try as she might, Syia found her feet bound rather helplessly and immobile. It was hard to pay too much attention with the dryad tickling her breasts beneath the suit she wore.
Syia didn't hear if he made a longer explanation or not. Without warning the tickling had started up on her sole again, but this time it was something far more dreadful than a feather. "THEHEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH!! HSSHAHAHEEHEHEHAAHAHHEEHEHEH STOHAHEEHHA EHEH EHEH STOHAHEH EHEHE STOAHAHEHEH EHEHEHE NAHAHAHAH!!!" The fork that stroked down her sole sent Syia into ticklish convulsions, joined soon after by another, and then two more, splitting the work between her feet, stroking along the soft skin, and in those first moments of ticklish terror she realized that there wasn't going to be any escaping this one, no way out for her ticklish soles, as the succubus was joined by a slime girl, whose fingers deftly worked the forks she held, twirling them lightly and stroking first in one direction and then in the other, staying mainly on the sole and ball and heel of her foot, seeing as the forks didn't work so well on her toes, but that was all right. "NHehehEHEHAahAHAHAHAheheeheh! HEHEHEEHehehehehe! HEEHEHEHEHEHE! THahahaheeheh stophehehehehe!!" She pulled her arms down, or tried to until the vines reminded her that they were restrained, and arched her back, tossed her head back and forth and wiggled her hips around in an enticing manner, but nothing she could do would get her free from the restraints. She could hear the low chuckles and murmurs of amusement as her ticklish feet were put on display before the entire class.
And then she felt a breath of air at her ear, soft, teasing: "You can't hold out forever, Syia. Sooner or later we'll get you to crack like you always do, and then you're going to tell us everything we want to know." The voice was silken, seductive, and Syia arched her back, moaning gently as a shiver ran down her spine. "That's right. We'll just keep tickling these feet of yours for awhile... and if that doesn't work we'll tickle your underarms and ribs and sides... and if that doesn't work we'll tickle everything... and if that doesn't work..." Despite her hysteria, Syia tensed up in anticipation, knowing somehow that he was making her wait for the last thing he would do, putting her on edge, letting her know it would be devastating and letting her own imagination tease her. "If that doesn't work... we'll ticklefuck you."
Syia screamed as the tickling clashed with the words swirling around in her mind. "NOHheheheheHEEHEHEHEHEhhehaaaa! HEHEHeheehahaheheeh d-ahehehehehahaheheh don't doehhehahahahEHEHEEHEHahaha do thahah-hahAHAHa-AHAHAHAAAAT!" Swallowing hard, Syia tried to moderate her voice, but it came out as a bare whisper. "Even if... y-ouhhehee you ticklefuck me, I still won't tell..."
"Wrong, Syia." The smile was more heard than felt as a hand squeezed her side without warning, making the wriggling girl jump to the side and writhe with laughter. "You will tell. Because we know how weak you are to tickling. Everyone loves to tickle your soft and supple body, we'll never run out of volunteers to keep your torture going forever and ever..." The hand that had goosed her side trailed up to her ribs, teasing lightly. "The firm, relentless tickling of horny males... the devastatingly precise tickling of sultry females... and this, Syia... this endless tickle torture on your feet, the forks which will never stop stroking, only make you grow more and more sensitive and horny as time goes by... and eventually you might even become one of us. How does that sound? In exchange for that little tiny bit of harmless information, we'll make you into a succubus... you'd be great at it, with these huge tits, and your sultry, teasing attitude, you'd have male and female alike wrapped around your finger in no time..."
Syia was trying her very best not to listen, but the lips were brushing against her ear, her own howling laughter almost dim to her own hearing as she heard the silken male voice tease her. But it was those sensations on her feet that kept her going, those stroking forks that teased over her feet, the ticklish sensation that seemed to race around on the soles of her feet and tingle all the way up her legs. The ticklish torture was unbearable, and the promises whispered in her ear so seductive, her whole body burning with the fiery feeling that roiled in her stomach. The ticklishness was the catalyst; mixed with that, almost any notion could be planted in her mind, Syia knew, making her vulnerable and weak, and that thought, the sensation of weakness, made butterflies flutter in her stomach. Like she had felt with Pryx and his friends or Ciela and the female satyr, she was vulnerable and outnumbered, exposed to their tickling, and even here it was four against her one, giving them ample opportunity to exploit every ticklish weak spot to the utmost... Her feet screamed with tickling, laughter vibrating through her body, as if every single thing she could feel was resonating with teasing waves through her skin. Syia knew she was losing this battle, and even though deep within the back of her rational mind she knew it was only a tease, just a play, the feeling slowly creeping through her body, that feeling of being made to submit, made her tingle and flush hotly, turning her face slightly, trying to stop giggling long enough to receive the kiss she knew was coming... and it came anyway, though Syia felt silly giggling into his lips, yet it felt good...
When the face that showed in her vision as he pulled away wasn't Jienan's, but that of another incubus - rakishly handsome, with dark hair and mischievous, playful eyes - she gave a squeal, began to giggle with the sudden confusion of not having seen who she expected, and then the ticklishness finally stopped. Panting, Syia saw Jienan just standing where he had been from the start, giving her a smile, and finishing up the class before dismissing the students. The restraining device was turned off, Syia's bare feet slowly floated to come to rest on the desk, and the dryad gave her a kiss on the cheek before uprooting and beginning to walk away carefully. Then she turned her gaze upon him and sat upright, catching her breath. "My students need the practice, too," he answered before she could ask, amusement twinkling in his eyes.
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It wasn't fair.
Syia liked the touch of her tickler, the tease, the erotic overtones of being tickle tortured. This was simply not fair, and she was going to find the person responsible for it, and make them... do something. She hadn't worked that part out yet, nor might she ever if she didn't get control of herself. She had been minding her business, walking down the hall and smiling at the demons who grinned openly at her, when the sensation of tentacles sliding down around her arms and into her sleeves struck her, those invisible tendrils reaching into her underarms and tickling her without reason or warning. One moment there was no problem, the other, she was squealing, leaning against the wall, hands tucked into her armpits as if to block the sensation, but how does one block an invisible tickler? The unseen tendril ends just tickled her skin as they would, not heeding her cries of laughter, though the squealing had drawn the attention of quite a few demons, who watched her with amusement, a girl shrieking with helpless, ticklish laughter from an assailant she couldn't see. She could certainly feel them, and it wasn't as if there were just random invisible touches upon her body. Oh, no.
The motif seemed to be tentacles. They had coiled around her arms, from wrist until their tips landed in her underarms, but they didn't hold her arms in place. She was free to hug her upper body and flail uselessly, but nothing dislodged this tentacle feeling she had wrapped around her limbs. And then there was another one that seemed like it was snaking in around her neck, down the front of her shirt, and between her breasts so it could reach into her navel with its fine tip, probing around curiously at the ticklish skin within. That one was worse; there were a few places that were difficult to exploit normally, and this invisible force bypassed all those usual roadblocks. Syia tried to cover both underarms and her navel at once and ultimately ended up doubled over, and then finally curled up in a ball on her side, laughing and squealing, sometimes trying to defend against her unseen attackers and other times just pounding the floor in ticklish futility.
The tentacles curled further down around her body, strengthening their hold upon where they had already been. Her ribs and breasts were treated to their own tendril tips tickling along sensitive skin, raising ticklish sensations in their wake, and frustrating Syia that there was no attendant physical sensation against her skin. Others curled around her hips, tickling at her waist, thighs, and ass, even going so far as to dive cleanly between her legs to come up between her cheeks and tickle there with fine, stroking points. Slowly they twined around her legs and tickled behind the knees, and finally curled around her ankles so that her feet were subject to the ticklish touch. Finally her entire body was overwhelmed by this tickling, and Syia could no longer try to cover one particular spot on her body, but simply thrashed in helpless squealing as her body was tickled all over.
She wished she knew the purpose, writhing around on the floor of the Demon Academy, of why she was being tickled. Was she being teased? Enticed? Simply tortured? It would have been so much better if she could have seen the one who was responsible for this and worked out their motives. Maybe if she had been a bit better at magic she could have seen where they were coming from and followed them back. Not that she was going to be doing much following at this rate; it was almost at the limit of her endurance to simply stand up, much less follow anything to anywhere. Syia howled with ticklish agony and rolled about on the floor, to the great amusement of many passers-by, but they all gave her a wide birth, as if afraid to draw the attention of whatever had her onto themselves. She didn't think asking for help would get her much except maybe more tickling, which while more satisfying would not do anything to lead her to the mystery tickler who had her writhing in the grip of a ticklish spell.
Syia tried to go back. The construction of the Academy was that of an immense tower, reaching up further than the eye could see, and the center of that tower was a grand staircase that spiraled from bottom to top, with the stairway flattening out into a landing every quarter turn around the tower and granting access to a wing of rooms. Of course, with such a large tower, walking everywhere was highly impractical and so at every landing there was a circle about large enough for two people to stand in with a runic inscription upon it. That runic circle glowed with a light blue subdued color, and was linked to every other such circle in the Academy. By thinking about the place you wished to go or the person you wished to see, you could instantly be teleported to the appropriate wing. It was a rather convenient magic, and Jienan had helped get Syia keyed to it so she could use them, but she'd also learned that you needed to be focused at least a little to use them. In her current state of mind, even as she desperately rolled over to the circle, half crawling and scrambling as best she could, collapsing in a heap of laughter upon the runic circle and trying her hardest to focus her desire in her mind: to find the person tickling her!
To her surprise there was a flash of light before her eyes and then she was in a different part of the Academy, but no idea where she had gotten herself to, so she struggled, having laughed until her cheeks were flushed and tears formed in her eyes, to make it somewhere. She didn't even know where, she realized - she'd have to read the nameplates upon the doors to guess at where she should go. But it was almost as if whoever was in control of the tickling knew she had come and slackened off the teasing, so that she could at least stand up, catch her breath, and hug her upper body while giggling crazily still. Hurriedly she began to check through the plates on the outside of each door. They were all professor something, so she was in the right place, and then she saw the one that she thought must be correct. Taking a chance, Syia put her hand to the knob and turned it, stumbling into the room, and finding herself caught by the very being proclaimed upon the door's nameplate: "Professor Senisha, the Battlemage, and sexy cocktease of the arcane library section. Girls welcome too!"
Professor Senisha grinned down at the ticklish and tired-looking Syia. "Well well, look what we have here..."
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"It's not every day we get such a silly heroine trying to best the most notorious ticklers in the entire Academy," said a satyr, blonde-haired and with a broad, muscular chest, goat's horns sprouting from atop his head and running rakishly back along with his hair, the tips curving up slightly at the end. His skin had a very slight orange cast, but the most noticeable differences about the satyr were twofold; one, his fingers were slightly longer than a human's would be and also tipped with slight claws almost identical to fingernails. Two, his legs were bent slightly, and ended in a goat's cloven hooves instead of feet. This satyr, named Pryx, was also quite a bit taller and stronger than any human Syia had met - strong enough so that he had been able to pick Syia up in a big hug and then start tickling her sides mercilessly while the female heroine flailed helplessly, kicking her legs and beating on his broad, muscular back. "After all, it's pretty widely known that Syia gets super horny if you ticklefuck her - and luckily for her, satyr are more than eager to do both for quite a while!"Syia had been placed on a table, once her energy had been sapped by tickling, and her clothing removed entirely. Two other satyr were with the one named Pryx, of similar construction except a little smaller and varying degrees of skin tone, as well as different colors of hair. One was brown-haired, but the other had neon green, of all things...
"That's not true!" Syia burst out, before shrieking with laughter as one of the satyr took hold of her arms and freed Pryx up to start tickling her along her sides and ribs. But on top of that, the satyr had thrust himself in between her legs, letting Syia's legs dangle to either side of him - where the third satyr waited to tickle her feet. Syia kicked, and squealed, but since she couldn't ever see that third tickler from behind Pryx's back, he would just wait until she had tired and then resume his tickling of her sensitive soles... "It's... nnnnhh!"
"Listen to her," one of them said, as Syia moaned lustily from Pryx's first thrust. "She started out totally soaked. I think it's true that she actually loves the idea of being caught and tickle tortured! We ought to let her go and play at being heroine a while longer so that others get a chance to tickle her crazy." Syia tried to protest, but the tickling had begun in earnest, Pryx's fingernails scritching lightly at the underside of her arms and drawing his fingers down to goose her soft sides, each spot earning him a fresh burst of laughter and wiggling, which he felt acutely as he thrust inside of her, Syia's wet sex easily lubricating his shaft. It was shameful, but at the same time, she loved the sensation... Struck by such conflicting impulses, Syia's protests waned, although the struggling and screamed laughter that resulted from her tickle torture did not slow.. The satyr who was behind Pryx decided that, however sensitive her feet were, they weren't worth missing out on the bounty of her upper body, and they quickly rearranged themselves, Pryx tickling at her sides and hips, the other getting the breasts, underarms, and ribs. Their nails scratched relentlessly...
"STHAHAHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHHAahahahahahEHEHEHEEH don't ticklefuck! PLehehEHEEHEHEHeeheheheheeheeze!!!" Syia cried, hysterical from moaning and laughing at the same time, having to deal with the slightly rough hands of the satyr as their nails stroked under her arms, and then changed tactics to scratch her ribs from front to back, one hand at a time as he used his free hand to move her breast out of the way, tickling it all the while, to reach the sensitive ribs that her large breasts covered slightly. Pryx was having more fun with the soft, ticklish sides of his victim, enjoying her responsive skin both inside and out. "STEHHEAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAAAHAH!! HAHAHEHEHEHEEH!! HEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHE!!! HEEEEE!!!" The pitch of her voice rising to a full-throated scream before she collapsed back into helpless laughter, the ability to wiggle back and forth and fight against the strong arms of the satyr holding her almost gone from her body now, as the horny, hard Pryx pounded her relentlessly.
"Did you find a good spot?" his compatriot asked, fingers exploring some unusual spots like beneath the breasts or on the very outside of the underarms, finding her responsive everywhere but not getting that 'magic spot' reaction that had caused a scream before.
"I'm giving her a taste of a feather dick," Pryx said with a wide grin. Satyr were naturally adept with magics that altered the perception or otherwise influenced the mind, and so while his dick hadn't actually sprouted feathers, Syia would periodically feel the brush of such inside of her, accompanied by a surge of ticklish feeling where there might normally be none. Pryx's power was enough to turn it into a burst of hysteria rather than a novel sensation. But he was more focused on ramming his cock deep inside the willing heroine, who by now was thrusting her hips back against him, moaning her pleasure even as she screamed hysterically from the satyrs' relentless tickling. Since they had started, the fingers had been everywhere on her body, hardly giving her a chance to adapt or adjust. Not that she minded; the satyr were expert ticklers, she had heard, and gone to try her luck with them first... it was just that she hadn't expected them to tickle so quickly. Or be so attractive... or for her to get turned on by their talk of tickle torture...
Syia tried to shake her head and clear it, but the pleasure hammering at her from inside combined with the electric, fleeting feeling of ticklishness that continually renewed itself precluded any chance of that happening. She was going to climax, she could feel it - and the satyr wasn't showing any signs of slowing down, either in tickling her or in pounding her. Syia gave into the sensations. She had no choice... "Mmm, the girl just came," Pryx commented, as her eyes went wide and she arched her back, screaming wildly in ecstasy, only to collapse back in a burst of laughter as all of the fingernails seemed to instinctively find that spot on her ribs to tickle... flushed with heat, body confused by being tickle tortured in the throes of a powerful orgasm, Syia simply let her mind drift, allowing her body to dictate the helpless, overpowering laughs, the moans it tried to mix in, the eagerness to participate with the fucking she was getting... though having her arms free would have been nice, having them held ensured that she wouldn't cover herself...
"PhahehahaHAHAHEhehEHEHEHEEHEHAHAHAHAHAH! HAHAHEHEEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEEHEHE donheehahahah don't tiheheha-hahaha-hehe-hhahaha-don't TICKLEHEHEEHHEEHEHEH!!! Plhehehehehee-heheheeeze! I chahaheeheh can't... can't... hehehe.. hahaha... hahhh..." Syia's temporary breathing respite lasted all of three seconds, just long enough for her to think that she was getting a break before they started in on her again. The wonderful helplessness just had her moaning once more within the span of a few minutes, made even better by Pryx's obviously rising pleasure and faster thrusting, the satyr gripping her hips and tickling not quite so much now, though his partner made up for that by tickling harder, right along her ribs... and then the breasts. The breast tickling brought forth yet another screech of laughter, though her moans were louder now, more prominent. Syia's legs crossed behind Pryx and she cried out with a tortured mix of pleasure and laughter, knowing vaguely that feathers tickling her breasts were more effective, but still...
The flash of climax was met with an intense warmth in her core. Syia's entire body tingled, going hot, the frantic thundering within her body finally crashing over in a wave that spread to every limb, flooding her nerves with pleasure, and blanking out every sensation but pure bliss for a few wonderful moments. Even the tickling couldn't penetrate her sheath of ecstasy for those precious seconds... it wasn't until she had started to drift back down to earth that she realized the tickling had stopped. Confused, Syia looked around at them. One was holding up an azure blue bikini of the most scandalously small size... "We wouldn't want to deprive the others of their fun," Pryx said, grinning at her, "but that spacesuit of yours really doesn't fit in with the theme at all. Only Senisha wears nearly that much clothing, and she gets away with it because she's coming out of it almost as often as she's getting into it." Syia sat up, clutching the bikini to her chest when the satyr tossed it to her, but there was a gleam of mischief in her eyes when she looked at him.
"And what happens if I refuse?" Giggling almost before the satyr closed in on her, Syia made a mock attempt to flee, but was no match for the quick reactions of the three boys...
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Having just managed to flee satyr of the male variety, it didn't take Syia long to become entangled with those of the female.
They were quite exotic creatures, Syia noted, having the same kind of bent legs and goat's hooves and horns that the male did, but their bodies were sleek and toned, skin either blue or gray and ranging in tone from light to dark for both shades. The three of them that she was with now gave her a fairly good idea of the variety of appearance a female satyr could take; two of them, with their firm, slim bodies, curves visible but not prominent, had small tufts of white wool growing from their ribs over their breasts, covering the nipples just barely, and more tufts of soft wool between her legs, covering her slit, theoretically. But the third was considerably more busty than the other two, and she wore clothes that Jelex might favor, a tank top and shorts. All of them had short rings of wool on their forearms, and from below the knees to the ankle where the goat's hoof began.
She had realized that the bustier one, whose skin was a steel gray color, wore clothes to cover the fact that her body was shaved clean beneath them. The only reason she knew this was because of her unique angle of view, due to the fact that they had her back arched slightly to match the contour of the device they had shackled her to. Syia tried not to think about how that satyress' ribs and underarms and sides were wholly exposed and taut, but it was somewhat difficult to do that because they had put her in the device for the very purpose of demonstrating such. She could see how the girl's top had ridden up far enough to come clean off of her breasts, and the satyr girl had squealed in protest as her friends took to tickling her sides and sucking on her tits. Syia found them quite exotic indeed...
"Okay, okay," the gray-skinned one said, giving wry glances to her slimmer friends, one light blue and the other dark blue. They had released her from the restraint and were giggling as they professed to fix her clothing but instead tickled her while they did so. Syia noticed how the two covered only by wool teased their friend for wearing clothes, but she teased right back about having the biggest and most attractive breasts. This simply earned those breasts a squeeze and the rest of her another tickling, as the three satyresses moved to surround Syia and tease her body with gentle caresses... the two blue-skinned ones had taken hold of an arm each to hold her still, but without being rough, and all three used their free hands to stroke along the length of her body. Syia nearly shivered out of her skin.
"I don't know," the light blue one said in response to the busty gray one's boast. "She looks like she might almost rival you in size, Ciela. On top of that, you're all rough and stringy like hard leather. Her body is so soft you can almost squeeze it." They did that, goosing her sides, and laughed when Syia jumped, struggling vainly to get free. Well, maybe not struggling that much. Ciela, the busty one, laughed good-naturedly and suggested that they oil up Syia's body to see how soft and sensitive she really was. Syia knew from experience that being oiled wasn't terribly ticklish unless the oil was designed to be so, but on the flip side having these girls caress her body with oils and lotions would be almost irresistably erotic. As such, the ticklish heroine - so she thought of herself - hardly resisted when it came time to be latched into the device, which was adjusted to be comfortable for her, a long arch that they shackled her onto with arms up over her head and feet together at the bottom, then cranked - it appeared to be attached to a large wheel - so that she was resting on her back, spine arched gently.
"Pfft, what's this? Pryx's idea of a joke I bet," Ciela said with an amused guffaw, running a finger between Syia's breasts and almost casually plucking the floss-thin bikini from her body. Syia could see the other two doing likewise for the bikini bottom. "Still, the fact that you've apparently withstood a session from Pryx and his cronies says something about your stamina if not your intelligence. Why would a ticklish human wander into our Academy even if she did profess to have psychic abilities?" Syia kept her mouth shut about that for now. It'd be more interesting if they tried to pull the information from her... The satyr girls chatted to themselves about her body, and how nice and soft it felt, about how much fun she'd be, about how she should stay away from the jockish Pryx and instead hang out with them, that they'd treat her much better. As they did so their hands became filled with warm oil, and spreading out along her body, they started to massage the lotion into her skin, where it shone softly in the light as they worked, rubbing it firmly into her...
It did tickle a little. Syia giggled whenever their fingers teased under her arms, or along her ribs, or goosed her side... But mostly she sat there, enjoying her captivity, and the attentions she was being lavished with, especially on her breasts. The satyresses seemed to notice that she liked that, and over time their voices became softer, pitched more erotically, less like chitchatting schoolgirls and more like seductresses working in concert to tease and seduce their target. Syia found that it was working: "She's got such soft skin. Except right here... I love how these big soft breasts have this super stiff nipple right on top." "I can't pinch it, my fingers are too slick and oily. You try." "It's no good. She just keeps getting worked up and jerks right out of my grip. Hey, Ciela, how's she doing down there?" Ciela, working Syia's lower half, flicked her fingernails along Syia's soles, and grinned at the resultant laughter. She hadn't yet oiled up the psychic's feet, and took the opportunity to tickle them lightly with her fingertips, not touching her body with the oil on her palms and fingers.
Syia cried out with laughter. "Pleheheheheheheheeeze... not the feet. Pryx and his friends tickled my feet too much." It was a lie, and won her no respite in any case, but Syia's playful stubbornness was kicking in, trying to incite the satyresses to tease her more. It hardly took much to get them started. She found herself giggling, not as hard as she had before, but their tickling was more consistent, more focused on stimulating her nerves than in simply swamping her with sensation. Their nails skated along her oiled skin, teasing the hard ridges of her ribs, sliding into her soft underarms, groping at her breasts and pinching at her stiff nipples. Ciela had given up tickling her feet and was oiling them instead; once she had finished doing that, Syia's whole body shone in the soft light, and they worked her over, oiling as many places as they could reach along her sides, the backs of her thighs, her butt...
Once they had finished that, though, soft-bristled brushes came out, as if she were a prize animal to be brushed and rubbed down with the finest of oils, and it was these brushes, rough enough to compensate for the oils slicking her body, that really started to tickle her. It wasn't the scratchy kind of tickling that drove her crazy or the squeezing that made her jump, but rather a kind of friction that was just enough to tickle the soft points on her skin that didn't usually take to the other two methods as well... the satyresses, for example, did a very good job of tickling her breasts, especially all around the outside and in between, with their brushes, running the soft bristles over the top as well and teasing the stiff nipples... Syia found herself giggling helplessly, not howling like she had for Pryx and his buddies, but the kind of laughter that simply wouldn't stop and left her breathless. They tickled along her ribs and her sides unceasingly, the arched shape of the table she was restrained to making each and every stroke send a rush of ticklish tingles through her body, as well as hints of arousal that swirled around like eddies on the tail end of the ticklish current flowing through her body. The shape of her torso was so perfectly defined for attack that it was virtually impossible not to exploit it. Syia found that she was increasingly getting aroused again...
That last thought struck home when she felt two firm fingers slide in between her legs and into her. The gasp turned into a moan as Syia tried reflexively to spread her legs for the touch, but she couldn't even manage that. It didn't matter; Ciela was indulging her with those fingers, starting to pump them into Syia's slick opening, finding the psychic girl to be as willing as any teased victim ever was. The others didn't relent on tickling with their brushes, but the strokes slowed down, making the laughter and brushing erotic rather than truly torturous. Her skin shone with vitality as the oil had soaked into it, and been brushed around fully by their fingers and the bristles, and now was streaked with a bit of sweat as the heat of arousal infused her, seeping into her stomach and spreading throughout her body. Ciela's tongue touched to her sensitive little bundle of nerves and licked at it gently, prompting a throaty moan from Syia. None of the girls spoke now, the whisper of brushes, the slick sound of Ciela's pumping fingers, and the moans of the afflicted female the only sounds that filled the room.
Syia's soft giggling filled the silence in between such moans. The touch of Ciela and her friends was amazing, soft and precise and just the right kind of pressure... there was something to be said for this. Then again, there were also times when Syia preferred the hard, relentless tickling of the kind she'd received from the male satyr. The very thought of all the delicious kinds of sensation she could experience made her shiver with delight, and then moan with ecstasy when the female satyr's lips closed around the hood of her clitoris and sucked firmly. Her body began to quiver, and at last the other two girls abandoned their brushes, one groping her slick breasts with fingers still slippery from the oily residue, and the other quite simply began to kiss her, something which Syia eagerly reciprocated. Syia felt as if she were beginning to float upwards on warm air, rising towards the sun and the height of her pleasure, heat suffusing her body and that feeling was wonderful...
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It felt somehow odd to be in her full gear again, the tight, silvery-white suit with the reinforced gloves, designs going down her shoulders and sides to reinforce the area between her legs, and silvery stripes that ran down the legs of her suit to end in lightweight but durable boots. It accentuated everything while being fully clothed, an effect that Syia rather liked, although in this case it was "boot" rather than "boots" she was wearing. Rather cooperatively, she thought, she had let herself be tied in a lenient fashion, wrists behind her back and her other foot free, sitting atop a desk. The one bare foot was raised and suspended from the ceiling, making it rather difficult to move. But still, it wasn't uncomfortable. In fact, it was all rather interesting, seeing as how she was seated atop a desk at the front of a lecture hall filled with students. "Today we're going to examine how it can be better to focus all of your efforts on a single weak spot, rather than trying to get everything at once and be greedy," Jienan said, grinning at Syia. He knew all too well how weak her feet were. That's what made this interesting... that, and the students of all kinds eagerly watching her. Male and female satyr, slimes, naga, dryads, neko-jin, black angels, incubi, succubi, dark elves, all made for an exotic rainbow of different demons and demonically aligned creatures. All here for the purpose of watching her be tortured.
Well, to be instructed, but Syia recognized a freebie class when she saw one, something that took little effort for the teacher to make, and was entertaining but not always educational for the students. Needing to stretch, Syia wriggled herself out of the wrist bindings, which had just been loosely tied cords, and tossed them aside, laying on her back with one leg in the air and the other dangling off the side of the desk. Directing a smirk at Jienan, she stretched out completely, not expecting that the incubus would leap upon the desk, straddle her hips, and proceed to tickle at her underarms firmly enough to get at her through the suit. "Of course, sometimes your captives will get cocky, and in that case it's always okay to remind them that they are, after all, helpless." This last was delivered in a teasing manner, and the class laughed. Jienan scanned his audience and beckoned for a female dryad to come forward, as Syia squealed with laughter and tried to buck him off. The dryad giggled eagerly and came forward, a little slowly as the plant creature's legs were never very strong, which was why they preferred to remain in their rooted "plant" form whenever possible. "Go ahead and root up near the head of the desk," he said to her, still fighting with a squirming Syia, wiggling his fingers hard under her arms and along her ribs. The woman was still giggling when the dryad let out a sigh of relief, like resting tired legs by flopping upon a couch, and her legs became encased in a thick layer of plant material, which soon became a brilliant azure flower that bloomed around her waist, her legs becoming the roots and stem of this flower, which rested upon the floor atop the bed of roots.
Once she had done that, Jienan released Syia, but thin vines from inside the dryad girl's flower wrapped around her wrists, and then with a nudging motion at the clothes she wore, started in down her sleeves. Syia started to giggle as she could see the outlines of the vines slithering down her arms, over the inside of her elbow and the bicep... even before they had reached her underarms, Syia's armpits were tingling ticklishly, knowing what was coming and being totally unable to stop it. On top of that was the slight indignant thrill of knowing that someplace which should have been protected was about to come under assault... "While our lovely dryad keeps the heroine busy... we'll get back to the actual matter at hand." The flower girl's tinkling laugh sounded as her vines stopped just short of the underarms, tips resting at the very edge of the ticklish zone. "Let's see who else will join us... oh, Seni, yes, I see you nearly popping out of your top waving your hand so hard. Come on, come up." The succubus in question had tanned skin and blonde hair done in two pigtails, gray eyes and an adorable snaggle tooth that she exploited to the fullest extent. Of course, she chose to wear a pink outfit that started just above the nipples and ended right at her crotch, leaving generous amounts of her ass exposed, and seemingly held on only by silver fasteners that hugged her body, one under each breast wrapping around her ribs to the upper back, and another pair around her hips. Knee-height pink boots completed the ensemble.
Jienan handed the eager succubus a long black feather and smacked her rump lightly. "Now, Seni here is going to very gently stroke this along Syia's foot. Use the tip as much as possible, keep the area you stroke small, and move slowly. I got this feather off of a high-level succubus, so don't you dare waste it." Amused laughter met that comment, which Jienan delivered with a grin, putting the lie to the fact that it might have been at all difficult to obtain. Syia, so focused on that dark feather on her foot, was completely taken by surprise by the vine tips that she had almost forgotten were there, wiggling against her suit to tickle at the center of her underarms, the vines themselves visible against the material...
"HahahahahAHaahahhaehehehe! Heyeheheahaheheh hey that wahshsh-hahaa-hahahehe chee-heheh-hehaHAHAHAHAH CHEATING!" she burst out, Seni having timed her stroke with the feather to begin when Syia had started to protest. The writhing heroine giggled hard, wiggling in the grasp of her vine restraints and kicking her free foot, which Jienan grabbed and held under his arm to still it while Seni worked. The lick of the feather teased Syia's sensitive foot, each slow stroke tickling at the skin loaded with nerve endings, trained to be ticklish by countless sessions of torture. "NhehehEHEEHEHEHEH! HEHEHAahahahAHAHHAheehehehee eheheh nahaheheeh no f-fehaheehhaeh feathers Jienanaaaaaaahahaahahaha you know that's cheehhEHEHAHAHAAHHEHEHEH CHEATING!!!" she squealed, struggling in vain as the vines continued to tickle at her underarms, somehow managing to branch off while they moved and leaving a forked tip at her underarm, the three-pronged vine spur stroking and teasing just as effectively as the first had... but it was just something to keep her off guard, a punishment for having been audacious enough to try and escape the situation into which she'd been placed. The real problem was the feather stroking on her foot.
Syia squealed with hysteria as the feather tip settled onto the sole of her foot, and gently brushed at that one area over and over, the flicking feather tip making her nerves scream with ticklishness, her breasts bouncing as her chest bellowed with laughter. Usually, ticklish teasing talk worked wonders on Syia, but to her dismay she realized they were trying something the exact opposite: aside from her howls of hysteria and ticklish screams, there was silence. No one else spoke, not Jienan nor the students nor Seni nor the dryad, all either watching her or going about their job of tickling her. He gave no instructions, no directions, simply letting the succubus experiment with the long black feather that was tickling Syia insane. It only got worse as Syia tried to control her laughter, feeling the awkwardness of being the only one to be making any noise, but then Seni slid the feather up into her toes, and Syia found to her shock that the magic imbued in that succubus feather made wiggling her toes incredibly difficult. It was something that Seni seemed keenly aware of, grinning and blowing a kiss to the struggling, giggling heroine. Syia would have found the girl an enjoyable subject for a physical were she able to...
"All right," Jienan finally said, and the students broke into a rush of giggling and chattering as whatever signal he had given them to stop talking was obviously now lifted. Seni stepped back, grinning at the panting Syia, and the dryad's vines were subdued, only gently stroking her underarms, although the vine tips had found her nipples and were enjoying those quite a bit, wrapping around them and squeezing. Syia's breath didn't come back easily... "As you can see, even just a little bit of attention to a sensitive spot can make worlds of difference. But you have to consider that not everyone responds to the same scenarios in the same way. When there's just you and your victim, sometimes you have to wing it, but other times you end up with the same target more than once, and then you should take the time to learn the precise things that drive them nuts. It's not simply techniques or tools either, but the situations and the scenarios." Syia was surprised when her foot came free of the holding rope, but less surprised when her feet were repositioned into a cylindrical device that was produced from under the desk and then clamped into place, so that her feet seemed to be forced to the middle of the cylinder by some kind of unseen force. She tried to move and found that she couldn't wiggle her feet at all, nor pull away from the invisible shackles. There was nothing around her ankles that might suggest a physical object, but try as she might, Syia found her feet bound rather helplessly and immobile. It was hard to pay too much attention with the dryad tickling her breasts beneath the suit she wore.
Syia didn't hear if he made a longer explanation or not. Without warning the tickling had started up on her sole again, but this time it was something far more dreadful than a feather. "THEHEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH!! HSSHAHAHEEHEHEHAAHAHHEEHEHEH STOHAHEEHHA EHEH EHEH STOHAHEH EHEHE STOAHAHEHEH EHEHEHE NAHAHAHAH!!!" The fork that stroked down her sole sent Syia into ticklish convulsions, joined soon after by another, and then two more, splitting the work between her feet, stroking along the soft skin, and in those first moments of ticklish terror she realized that there wasn't going to be any escaping this one, no way out for her ticklish soles, as the succubus was joined by a slime girl, whose fingers deftly worked the forks she held, twirling them lightly and stroking first in one direction and then in the other, staying mainly on the sole and ball and heel of her foot, seeing as the forks didn't work so well on her toes, but that was all right. "NHehehEHEHAahAHAHAHAheheeheh! HEHEHEEHehehehehe! HEEHEHEHEHEHE! THahahaheeheh stophehehehehe!!" She pulled her arms down, or tried to until the vines reminded her that they were restrained, and arched her back, tossed her head back and forth and wiggled her hips around in an enticing manner, but nothing she could do would get her free from the restraints. She could hear the low chuckles and murmurs of amusement as her ticklish feet were put on display before the entire class.
And then she felt a breath of air at her ear, soft, teasing: "You can't hold out forever, Syia. Sooner or later we'll get you to crack like you always do, and then you're going to tell us everything we want to know." The voice was silken, seductive, and Syia arched her back, moaning gently as a shiver ran down her spine. "That's right. We'll just keep tickling these feet of yours for awhile... and if that doesn't work we'll tickle your underarms and ribs and sides... and if that doesn't work we'll tickle everything... and if that doesn't work..." Despite her hysteria, Syia tensed up in anticipation, knowing somehow that he was making her wait for the last thing he would do, putting her on edge, letting her know it would be devastating and letting her own imagination tease her. "If that doesn't work... we'll ticklefuck you."
Syia screamed as the tickling clashed with the words swirling around in her mind. "NOHheheheheHEEHEHEHEHEhhehaaaa! HEHEHeheehahaheheeh d-ahehehehehahaheheh don't doehhehahahahEHEHEEHEHahaha do thahah-hahAHAHa-AHAHAHAAAAT!" Swallowing hard, Syia tried to moderate her voice, but it came out as a bare whisper. "Even if... y-ouhhehee you ticklefuck me, I still won't tell..."
"Wrong, Syia." The smile was more heard than felt as a hand squeezed her side without warning, making the wriggling girl jump to the side and writhe with laughter. "You will tell. Because we know how weak you are to tickling. Everyone loves to tickle your soft and supple body, we'll never run out of volunteers to keep your torture going forever and ever..." The hand that had goosed her side trailed up to her ribs, teasing lightly. "The firm, relentless tickling of horny males... the devastatingly precise tickling of sultry females... and this, Syia... this endless tickle torture on your feet, the forks which will never stop stroking, only make you grow more and more sensitive and horny as time goes by... and eventually you might even become one of us. How does that sound? In exchange for that little tiny bit of harmless information, we'll make you into a succubus... you'd be great at it, with these huge tits, and your sultry, teasing attitude, you'd have male and female alike wrapped around your finger in no time..."
Syia was trying her very best not to listen, but the lips were brushing against her ear, her own howling laughter almost dim to her own hearing as she heard the silken male voice tease her. But it was those sensations on her feet that kept her going, those stroking forks that teased over her feet, the ticklish sensation that seemed to race around on the soles of her feet and tingle all the way up her legs. The ticklish torture was unbearable, and the promises whispered in her ear so seductive, her whole body burning with the fiery feeling that roiled in her stomach. The ticklishness was the catalyst; mixed with that, almost any notion could be planted in her mind, Syia knew, making her vulnerable and weak, and that thought, the sensation of weakness, made butterflies flutter in her stomach. Like she had felt with Pryx and his friends or Ciela and the female satyr, she was vulnerable and outnumbered, exposed to their tickling, and even here it was four against her one, giving them ample opportunity to exploit every ticklish weak spot to the utmost... Her feet screamed with tickling, laughter vibrating through her body, as if every single thing she could feel was resonating with teasing waves through her skin. Syia knew she was losing this battle, and even though deep within the back of her rational mind she knew it was only a tease, just a play, the feeling slowly creeping through her body, that feeling of being made to submit, made her tingle and flush hotly, turning her face slightly, trying to stop giggling long enough to receive the kiss she knew was coming... and it came anyway, though Syia felt silly giggling into his lips, yet it felt good...
When the face that showed in her vision as he pulled away wasn't Jienan's, but that of another incubus - rakishly handsome, with dark hair and mischievous, playful eyes - she gave a squeal, began to giggle with the sudden confusion of not having seen who she expected, and then the ticklishness finally stopped. Panting, Syia saw Jienan just standing where he had been from the start, giving her a smile, and finishing up the class before dismissing the students. The restraining device was turned off, Syia's bare feet slowly floated to come to rest on the desk, and the dryad gave her a kiss on the cheek before uprooting and beginning to walk away carefully. Then she turned her gaze upon him and sat upright, catching her breath. "My students need the practice, too," he answered before she could ask, amusement twinkling in his eyes.
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It wasn't fair.
Syia liked the touch of her tickler, the tease, the erotic overtones of being tickle tortured. This was simply not fair, and she was going to find the person responsible for it, and make them... do something. She hadn't worked that part out yet, nor might she ever if she didn't get control of herself. She had been minding her business, walking down the hall and smiling at the demons who grinned openly at her, when the sensation of tentacles sliding down around her arms and into her sleeves struck her, those invisible tendrils reaching into her underarms and tickling her without reason or warning. One moment there was no problem, the other, she was squealing, leaning against the wall, hands tucked into her armpits as if to block the sensation, but how does one block an invisible tickler? The unseen tendril ends just tickled her skin as they would, not heeding her cries of laughter, though the squealing had drawn the attention of quite a few demons, who watched her with amusement, a girl shrieking with helpless, ticklish laughter from an assailant she couldn't see. She could certainly feel them, and it wasn't as if there were just random invisible touches upon her body. Oh, no.
The motif seemed to be tentacles. They had coiled around her arms, from wrist until their tips landed in her underarms, but they didn't hold her arms in place. She was free to hug her upper body and flail uselessly, but nothing dislodged this tentacle feeling she had wrapped around her limbs. And then there was another one that seemed like it was snaking in around her neck, down the front of her shirt, and between her breasts so it could reach into her navel with its fine tip, probing around curiously at the ticklish skin within. That one was worse; there were a few places that were difficult to exploit normally, and this invisible force bypassed all those usual roadblocks. Syia tried to cover both underarms and her navel at once and ultimately ended up doubled over, and then finally curled up in a ball on her side, laughing and squealing, sometimes trying to defend against her unseen attackers and other times just pounding the floor in ticklish futility.
The tentacles curled further down around her body, strengthening their hold upon where they had already been. Her ribs and breasts were treated to their own tendril tips tickling along sensitive skin, raising ticklish sensations in their wake, and frustrating Syia that there was no attendant physical sensation against her skin. Others curled around her hips, tickling at her waist, thighs, and ass, even going so far as to dive cleanly between her legs to come up between her cheeks and tickle there with fine, stroking points. Slowly they twined around her legs and tickled behind the knees, and finally curled around her ankles so that her feet were subject to the ticklish touch. Finally her entire body was overwhelmed by this tickling, and Syia could no longer try to cover one particular spot on her body, but simply thrashed in helpless squealing as her body was tickled all over.
She wished she knew the purpose, writhing around on the floor of the Demon Academy, of why she was being tickled. Was she being teased? Enticed? Simply tortured? It would have been so much better if she could have seen the one who was responsible for this and worked out their motives. Maybe if she had been a bit better at magic she could have seen where they were coming from and followed them back. Not that she was going to be doing much following at this rate; it was almost at the limit of her endurance to simply stand up, much less follow anything to anywhere. Syia howled with ticklish agony and rolled about on the floor, to the great amusement of many passers-by, but they all gave her a wide birth, as if afraid to draw the attention of whatever had her onto themselves. She didn't think asking for help would get her much except maybe more tickling, which while more satisfying would not do anything to lead her to the mystery tickler who had her writhing in the grip of a ticklish spell.
Syia tried to go back. The construction of the Academy was that of an immense tower, reaching up further than the eye could see, and the center of that tower was a grand staircase that spiraled from bottom to top, with the stairway flattening out into a landing every quarter turn around the tower and granting access to a wing of rooms. Of course, with such a large tower, walking everywhere was highly impractical and so at every landing there was a circle about large enough for two people to stand in with a runic inscription upon it. That runic circle glowed with a light blue subdued color, and was linked to every other such circle in the Academy. By thinking about the place you wished to go or the person you wished to see, you could instantly be teleported to the appropriate wing. It was a rather convenient magic, and Jienan had helped get Syia keyed to it so she could use them, but she'd also learned that you needed to be focused at least a little to use them. In her current state of mind, even as she desperately rolled over to the circle, half crawling and scrambling as best she could, collapsing in a heap of laughter upon the runic circle and trying her hardest to focus her desire in her mind: to find the person tickling her!
To her surprise there was a flash of light before her eyes and then she was in a different part of the Academy, but no idea where she had gotten herself to, so she struggled, having laughed until her cheeks were flushed and tears formed in her eyes, to make it somewhere. She didn't even know where, she realized - she'd have to read the nameplates upon the doors to guess at where she should go. But it was almost as if whoever was in control of the tickling knew she had come and slackened off the teasing, so that she could at least stand up, catch her breath, and hug her upper body while giggling crazily still. Hurriedly she began to check through the plates on the outside of each door. They were all professor something, so she was in the right place, and then she saw the one that she thought must be correct. Taking a chance, Syia put her hand to the knob and turned it, stumbling into the room, and finding herself caught by the very being proclaimed upon the door's nameplate: "Professor Senisha, the Battlemage, and sexy cocktease of the arcane library section. Girls welcome too!"
Professor Senisha grinned down at the ticklish and tired-looking Syia. "Well well, look what we have here..."
