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Recently....I came across a slip of paper in which I had written down the username and password for a VERY old Geocities account that I had opened specifically for tickling stories I had written back in the day (late 90's). This particular one was always a favorite and was kind of a precursor to my Mytheroptera series. Those who are fans of the White Wolf roleplaying system, specifically "Changeling: The Dreaming" will pick up on A LOT of references as I was heavily into that game at the time. It also contains some darker material....such as forced sexual content mixed with true tickle torture......ENJOY! LOL
...I'm still debating whether or not to post my dark tickling oddysey "Laughter Of Evil".....a very long and TWISTED story.....it was from back in my goth days when I was incredibly cynical and depressed......reading it now even I'm creeped out....
(Note: for those of you who dont like a good story, and are only interested in tickling, just move on to the big pretty letters that say "AND NOW FOR THE TICKLING", thank you. ~CC)
In the fantasy dimension of Arcadia, all seems peaceful. Arcadia is the home of the Fae, or fairy as they are more often called. The very energy force that they live on is imagination and creativity. In an essence, the belief from the real world that they exist is what keeps them alive. Since the "sundering" or the seperation of the real and fantasy worlds, humans no longer tamper with the delicate balance of the fairy world, yet their dreams and fantasies still feed and keep alive the delicate balance in Arcadia. All SEEMS peaceful. Seems is the word here. Pain and suffering still exist. And one specific race is a daily victim of all who wish to obtain power. The Nevers. Short for "Neverlanders" they are indeed the embodiement of Tinkerbell from the Peter Pan story. Nevers are born of the imaginations of human children, every drawing, story, or just wild idea concieved by a child gives birth to a Never. They are the living embodiement of child-like innocence.
The Nevers have the basic shape of a human, but with much more elongated features. They stand about 12 inches tall with lenghty legs, arms, neck and proportionally larger feet used as a form of landing gear when they fly. Their voice to human ears sound of tinkling bells. Skin tones range from light greens to blues and violets. They have tall pointed ears that allow them to "hear the voice of the dreaming". The dreaming is kind of like "the force" in Arcadia, the energy that runs through everying. Their translucent, dragonfly like wings leave a spectral trail of glowing dust that can only be seen at night. It also only during the night that their entire form glows the color of their skin.
The reason why they are victims are because of a type of poacher, that serves under the Unseelie Court or "The Court Of Shadows". Arcadian civilization is made up of 2 courts. The Seelie, the royalty of Arcadia, which follows a code of honor, valour and tradition, and the Unseelie, which means to overthrow the Seelie made of deciet, hate and chaos.
Various parts of the Never anatomy have beneficial factors for other Fae. Never blood is an anti-toxin that can neutralise the strongest poisons and cure nearly all illnesses. Never hair is stronger than iron bars. And Never flesh, when eaten, acts like a natural steroid, enlarging muscles and strengthening the immune system. But one legend about them is that Never females can produce a substance that when injested, can give the person amazing magic abilites. None have ever been able to obtain it, until now!
Young Jena was a beautiful Never female of 135 (about 21 in human years) born of a young girls dream of becoming a supermodel. Jena had smooth light green skin tone and contrasting violet-red hair which was tied in a tail draped over her left shoulder. She was sitting on a large rock in the middle of an open field playing a Comai flute, her one talent. It was also one of the Nevers only method of defense. The music from the Comai can put most other Fae and beasts onto a trance long enough for them to escape danger.
"Ouch!!.....damn!" She said as she accidently moved to a spot on the rock which had been baking in the sun. One thing that discouraged males of her spiecies from coming on to her was her extreme "tom-boyishness" taken from the her dreamers own personality. While most females gathered herbs and pollen and the such, she was out hunting and defending her people from poachers and predators. But she wasnt upset about that. The man that marries her will have to except her the way she is.
While she was playing her Comai, she heard a rustling behind her. She turned and saw nothing. "Probably just an underling leaving its den." She thought and resumed her playing uknowing that someone was watching her. Then suddenly she saw a shadow cast itself on the ground in front of her right before being struck down by something large. Now on the ground, she turned and saw she was snared in a set of Bolas. Fearing the worst, she began to run, as her wings were tied to her body at the present moment. The hot ground hurt her feet, as she was not accustomed to bipedal movement. But it was no use, something grabbed her from behind and lifted her up a good 5 feet which seems like miles to a Never.
"Ooh! I caught a nice one this time! Casandra will be pleased!" the gruff, beastial voice said. Jena looked into the face of a childling RedCap. The RedCap are a kind of fae responsible for the legends of goblins and orcs and the such and are called so because of their history of dying their hats in human blood during their time in the real world. They are the living embodiement of human hate, violence and perversion. Dark green skin with a skeletal nose, huge flat yellow teeth, demonic eyes and pointed ears surrounded by black dreadlockss. Piercings and a tattoo on his neck finished off his menacing countenance. RedCaps are renowned for their foul dispositions, and apettite for flesh, as they can bite through and digest literally anything they can fit their Jaws around. This particular one was relatively young, maybe 10 by human standards. But a RedCap by any age is not to be taken lightly, as most serve the Court of Shadows....
"Unhand me!" Jena yelled kicking, which only sounded like bell chimes to the young RedCap. She could've slipped out of her top if the she wasnt tied to tightly. This RedCap was a skilled hunter indeed.
"HEY EDMUND!! Get over here blood fart!!" (yeah I know that was sick but so are they) He yelled as another slightly taller RedCap came running over. He looked a bit older, with longer hair, an eye patch and slightly bluer skin. "I caught one! And shes a fighter she is!" The one called Edmund took a closer look as Jena kicked him in the face. He pulled away.
"The little jimp kicked me Slythe!" Edmund yelled.
"Shut up and get out the holding tank!" Slythe responded. Edmund then pulled out what looked like an oil lamp as Slythe dropped Jena in with one of their other captives.
"Is this enough Slythe?" Edmund asked looking into the glass case.
"Yeah I guess.....lets head back to Casandra." He responded as the two began their walk back. Sitting in the case with Jena was a slightly older Never of about (for now I'll just give their ages in human years: 28.) She had dark blue skin and an extremely short cut boying haircut of neon orange. Jena recognised her clothing as that belonging to one of the Never warrior class, created from children playing knights and warriors in make-believe.
"Obviously not a very good warrior." Jena thought. The warrior glanced up at Jena with a cold, piercing stare.
"Please sit." She said. Jena obeyed without thinking. The Never warrior class were the most respected members among her kind and were never (no pun intended) questioned about their requests.
"Whats next?" Jena asked.
"Who knows? A skinning, disembowelment, torture, I wouldnt put anything past a RedCap, even at this young age." Jena wished she hadnt asked."Your Jena right?"
"Y-yes. How did you know?"
"I was present for your request to join the warrior class."
"Oh.."
"Lost by one vote?"
"Yeah."
"You had potential though..."
"Really?"
"Yeah"
"Did you vote for me?"
"No."
"Oh.." When a Never wishes to join a higher class, they must pass a number of tests and then get a majority vote by the present members of the class. Jena missed it by one. The two inmates stopped talking right there. Jena knew who her neighbor wasnt a talker. Just a disciplined and skilled fighter.
"I'm Larsa" She finally said.
"um....hi.." It was also at that moment that Jena had realised she had dropped her flute. After a short while, the two beastial children entered the back entrance of a large tower and began to proceed down a long staircase, dimmly lit by torches. They passed through several chambers and rooms, with fae moving all around and it had become apparent to the Nevers that this was the Unseelie Court of Shadows! Edmund and Slythe whispered to each other as they knocked on a large chamber door. It was opened by a tall and mysteriously attractive fae. It was one of the Sidhe (pronounced "Shee") The Sidhe are the noble class and royalty in Arcadia, the Seelie Sidhe being the rulers, and the Unseelie Sidhe leaders of an anarchistic rebellion. The Sidhe are also among the most beautiful of all the Fae, appearing almost identical to Nevers in appearance, only being the height of humans, lack of wings, and more human skin and hair tones. This particular Sidhe had long black hair done up in a bun, mesmorizing green eyes and wearing a flowing silk nightgown.
"Um...Lady Casandra..." Slythe began as he removed his hat. "We bring you more Nevers for your research. He reluctantly said as he elbowed Edmund to show her the case. She took the case and looked inside at the two Nevers.
"I guess these will be satisfactory." Casandra said as she went back into her chamber for the childing RedCaps payment. She returned as the two childlings extended their hands outward ready for their reward. She gave them 3 Dross each.
"What? Only 6 Dross? Last time the Nevers were a good 10 Dross a piece!" Slythe protested.
"You sniveling little toad! You should consider yourself lucky I even choose to speak with such a pair of disgusting little underling fodder such as the two of you. Now off with you both!" Casandra commanded as she slammed her chamber door shut. Slythe gave the finger to the closed door.
"Yeah thats what I should have done..." Slythe said to Edmund.
"Yeah right...she would have fed us both to the Scritches if she had seen that!"
"Yeah I know....but if only we could really get her...the uppity churl...I know what I'd like to do to her..." Slythe said with an evil grin while scratching his crotch.
"Yeah, right Slythe, keep in mind the only reason we havent been arrested yet is because of pardons by her, in exchange for certain services she wouldnt want to dirty her delicate hands with...."
"Yeah I know......but one can dream cant he? HAHAHAHA!"
"What if we just tell Lord Brocken of Casandras secret chamber? Shes bound to be scolded for doing this behind the lords back." Edmund suggested.
"Yeah right...are you going to tell him? Casandra is a favorite to the old codger anway, all she'd get is a stern warning, and than she'd turn us in for something or other...that would mux things up for us...she could get us cast out into the wastelands if she wanted to!"
"Yeah....but there has to be some way we can stick it to her..."
MEANWHILE....BACK IN THE BED CHAMBER...
Lady Casandra had entered her bed chamber and inserted the round glass case into a round slot on top of a larger tank. She gave a quick twist as the ground dropped out from underneath Jena and Larsa and they fell into the tank. A twist the other way, and the cieling closed up behind them as Casandra returned the small glass case to a shelf among other portable prisons. Jena had noticed they were not alone. In the corner closest to them, two Never girls were on the floor, holding each other and weeping. They were no more than 18 and scared to death. One had shoulder length green hair and a violet colored skin and the smaller one was yellow with long, purple hair. In the far corner of the tank was a curled up figure rocking back and forth. Her skin was a pale violet with lifeless yellow hair, she was shivering.
"What had they done to her?" Jena though. "And why only females?" She then noticed an open book on the desk the tank was on. The page header read NEW DISCOVERY. So she began to read the following:
As long as Arcadia itself can remember, the legend of the "Magic Honey" produced by Never females has been a prize that many have failed to obtain. No one has ever learned how to effectivly extract the strange fluid. Recent studies, though have uncovered part of the mystery. Scientists have learned that the chemical is in fact the substance released through orgasm in the same way as human women. Sexual intercourse is not the key as it has been shown in countless failed attempts at what some call "Never Rape which just traumatises them. But we have now learned that.....SLAM!!
Casandra had shut the book and put it on a shelf with other books. A shiver went up Jena's spine. "Oh god no....have they really learned our secret?" She though. "LARSA! I..."
"I know, I read it too..."
"Do you think they really know?"
"We'll just have to wait and see.." Larsa said as she assumed the lotus position doing some kind of Mantra. Just then, the side of the cage opened and a huge hand reached in. It grabbed the green haired girl and pulled her out of the other ones arms.
"NELES DONT LEAVE ME!!!" She screamed.
"FERRA!!!" But it was no use, Casandra used her pinky to flick Ferra off and close the wall behind her. Ferra got up and ran to the wall pounding it furiously and screaming.
"NELES!! NELES!! DONT GO NELES!!!!" She dropped to the ground and began to cry louder than before. One thing about Jena was that she was a very comforting individual and sat down beside the hysterical girl, embracing her and singing softly. Ferra began to quiet down and looked up at Jena with a face flushed with tears.
"WHY?! WHY IS SHE DOING THIS?!"
"I dont know....for now we can only wait.." But Jena had a pretty good idea what was going to happen to them. She looked down through the glass and saw that a strange device was now in place of the book. It was shaped like an X with short chains hanging from each end. The woman placed Neles in the center of the X and proceeded to to fasten her wrists and ankles to the chains. She then turned a small crank as the chains tightended restricting all of Neles' struggles. It was then that she did something very odd....she stood up on the table beside the small device and grabbed ahold of the pendant around her neck as she began to chant. Very slowly, she began to shrink! Smaller and smaller until she was about a foot and a half tall, roungly a 3rd taller than a Never.
"Now.....shall we begin?" Casandra said with an evil grin. Neles was to terrified to move as she stared into Casandras haunting eyes.Casandra knelt down over her and undid her top, and gently ran her hands up under her arms and began to gently stroke them.
"Hehehehe....no...please...hehehehe...dont...." Neles giggled as she attempted to pull away, but to no avail, she was bound completely. Casandra ran her fingers, which were still huge even after shrinking, from Neles' underarms down to her ribs...Neles' body spazmed as she laughed out. Jena watched in astonishment. They had learned the secret! It is only natural that for creature born of pure child like innocence, that tickling would be their greatest weakness, and form of sexual arrousal for reproduction....
"What an adorable little laugh you have!" Casandra teased as she taunted the sensitive loose flesh around Neles' waist, pinching and pulling out it as Neles giggled and squirmed.
"Pleeheeheeheeheeze stop....hahahahahahahah...I..beheheg yoohoohoohooooo..hahahahahahahahaha.." Neles pleaded as tears began to form around her eyes.
"Oh no....I have no intention of stopping any time soon." Casandra added as she ran her nails down to Neles' thighs, digging in between them. Neles through her head back with spazmic laughter and screamed out.
"NOHOHOHOHOHOHHO...HAHAHAHAHAHA...PLEEHEEHEEHEEHEEZ...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!...." Casandra worked this area for a while, moving down to her knees and then back up again. After about 10 minutes, Casandra stopped and dragged what looked like an empty ink well underneath Neles' open legs. Neles took this pause to catch her breath and attempt to beg again to her tormentor, face full of tears. "Please!! Dont do this! I cant take it anymore! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS???" Casandra poked her finger at Neles crotch....
"I see how wet you are becoming....so I guess it is true...." It was then that Casandra pulled over a small cushion and sat down, staring at Neles' feet. Neles like every other Never had proportionally larger feet to their body size. Large and slender with long toes and smooth as silk, as most Nevers rely on flight to walking. Neles lifted her head up and looked into Casandras evil face and sinister smile. She knew what was next.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!! PLEEEEEEEEEZE!! NOT MY FEEEEEEET!! I"M BEGGING YOOOOOOU!!!!!" This only made Casandra smile larger. She took a single finger and ran it down the left sole. Neles scrunched her toes and squealed. She then began to do the same to both feet. Neles squealed but attempted to hold in her laughter despite how exausted she was. Casandra decided to stop teasing and went in for the kill, wiggling all her fingers down Neles' long soles. Neles' exausted body sprang up with new life as she bucked and screamed for mercy laughing like a mad woman. Jena had watched everything to this point with Ferra in her arms, hoping to calm her. It took everything in her not to break out into tears. For another hour poor Neles had her feet tickled visciously until finally, she let out an ear piercing scream and arched her back, followed by an orange liquid dripping into the ink well. Neles weeped from embarassment as Casandra tilted the bondage rig up to get the remaining liquid.
"Alright then little one, your task is over..." Casandra said as she clutched her pendant, growing back to full size and jumping to the floor. She proceeded to unchain Neles and toss her limp body into the tank. Jena and Ferra ran to her. Her body was soaked with sweat and her heart rate was dangerously high. Ferra embraced her friend and weeped. Jena looked to Larsa for additional comfort, but she was still sitting there, meditating. Jena could also feel an odd energy eminating from Larsa's body, a warmth that felt like static electricity. The wall reopened and the hand of death made a pass for the three girls. Larsa's eyes sprang open and glowed a bright green.
"eeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!" She yelled as she thrust her fist forward, firing a beam of yellow energy, striking the hand which jerked back followed by a painful scream.
"AAAAAAAH! YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Casandra yelled as she grabbed Larsa, who had made a failed attempt to fly through the opening. "I'll make sure yours is especially unbearable!" Jena could see that Casandra was struggling a lot more than with Neles. Larsa was suprisingly strong. But nevertheless, Casandra managed to strap her down and pull it tight till Larsa screamed out. "Now, I think I'll get an expert to handle you." Casandra reached up to a shelf over the table and brought down a small cage. She placed it next to Larsa and unfastened the latch. And out walked....a Scritch!
...I'm still debating whether or not to post my dark tickling oddysey "Laughter Of Evil".....a very long and TWISTED story.....it was from back in my goth days when I was incredibly cynical and depressed......reading it now even I'm creeped out....
A FAIRY TALE
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(Note: for those of you who dont like a good story, and are only interested in tickling, just move on to the big pretty letters that say "AND NOW FOR THE TICKLING", thank you. ~CC)
In the fantasy dimension of Arcadia, all seems peaceful. Arcadia is the home of the Fae, or fairy as they are more often called. The very energy force that they live on is imagination and creativity. In an essence, the belief from the real world that they exist is what keeps them alive. Since the "sundering" or the seperation of the real and fantasy worlds, humans no longer tamper with the delicate balance of the fairy world, yet their dreams and fantasies still feed and keep alive the delicate balance in Arcadia. All SEEMS peaceful. Seems is the word here. Pain and suffering still exist. And one specific race is a daily victim of all who wish to obtain power. The Nevers. Short for "Neverlanders" they are indeed the embodiement of Tinkerbell from the Peter Pan story. Nevers are born of the imaginations of human children, every drawing, story, or just wild idea concieved by a child gives birth to a Never. They are the living embodiement of child-like innocence.
The Nevers have the basic shape of a human, but with much more elongated features. They stand about 12 inches tall with lenghty legs, arms, neck and proportionally larger feet used as a form of landing gear when they fly. Their voice to human ears sound of tinkling bells. Skin tones range from light greens to blues and violets. They have tall pointed ears that allow them to "hear the voice of the dreaming". The dreaming is kind of like "the force" in Arcadia, the energy that runs through everying. Their translucent, dragonfly like wings leave a spectral trail of glowing dust that can only be seen at night. It also only during the night that their entire form glows the color of their skin.
The reason why they are victims are because of a type of poacher, that serves under the Unseelie Court or "The Court Of Shadows". Arcadian civilization is made up of 2 courts. The Seelie, the royalty of Arcadia, which follows a code of honor, valour and tradition, and the Unseelie, which means to overthrow the Seelie made of deciet, hate and chaos.
Various parts of the Never anatomy have beneficial factors for other Fae. Never blood is an anti-toxin that can neutralise the strongest poisons and cure nearly all illnesses. Never hair is stronger than iron bars. And Never flesh, when eaten, acts like a natural steroid, enlarging muscles and strengthening the immune system. But one legend about them is that Never females can produce a substance that when injested, can give the person amazing magic abilites. None have ever been able to obtain it, until now!
Young Jena was a beautiful Never female of 135 (about 21 in human years) born of a young girls dream of becoming a supermodel. Jena had smooth light green skin tone and contrasting violet-red hair which was tied in a tail draped over her left shoulder. She was sitting on a large rock in the middle of an open field playing a Comai flute, her one talent. It was also one of the Nevers only method of defense. The music from the Comai can put most other Fae and beasts onto a trance long enough for them to escape danger.
"Ouch!!.....damn!" She said as she accidently moved to a spot on the rock which had been baking in the sun. One thing that discouraged males of her spiecies from coming on to her was her extreme "tom-boyishness" taken from the her dreamers own personality. While most females gathered herbs and pollen and the such, she was out hunting and defending her people from poachers and predators. But she wasnt upset about that. The man that marries her will have to except her the way she is.
While she was playing her Comai, she heard a rustling behind her. She turned and saw nothing. "Probably just an underling leaving its den." She thought and resumed her playing uknowing that someone was watching her. Then suddenly she saw a shadow cast itself on the ground in front of her right before being struck down by something large. Now on the ground, she turned and saw she was snared in a set of Bolas. Fearing the worst, she began to run, as her wings were tied to her body at the present moment. The hot ground hurt her feet, as she was not accustomed to bipedal movement. But it was no use, something grabbed her from behind and lifted her up a good 5 feet which seems like miles to a Never.
"Ooh! I caught a nice one this time! Casandra will be pleased!" the gruff, beastial voice said. Jena looked into the face of a childling RedCap. The RedCap are a kind of fae responsible for the legends of goblins and orcs and the such and are called so because of their history of dying their hats in human blood during their time in the real world. They are the living embodiement of human hate, violence and perversion. Dark green skin with a skeletal nose, huge flat yellow teeth, demonic eyes and pointed ears surrounded by black dreadlockss. Piercings and a tattoo on his neck finished off his menacing countenance. RedCaps are renowned for their foul dispositions, and apettite for flesh, as they can bite through and digest literally anything they can fit their Jaws around. This particular one was relatively young, maybe 10 by human standards. But a RedCap by any age is not to be taken lightly, as most serve the Court of Shadows....
"Unhand me!" Jena yelled kicking, which only sounded like bell chimes to the young RedCap. She could've slipped out of her top if the she wasnt tied to tightly. This RedCap was a skilled hunter indeed.
"HEY EDMUND!! Get over here blood fart!!" (yeah I know that was sick but so are they) He yelled as another slightly taller RedCap came running over. He looked a bit older, with longer hair, an eye patch and slightly bluer skin. "I caught one! And shes a fighter she is!" The one called Edmund took a closer look as Jena kicked him in the face. He pulled away.
"The little jimp kicked me Slythe!" Edmund yelled.
"Shut up and get out the holding tank!" Slythe responded. Edmund then pulled out what looked like an oil lamp as Slythe dropped Jena in with one of their other captives.
"Is this enough Slythe?" Edmund asked looking into the glass case.
"Yeah I guess.....lets head back to Casandra." He responded as the two began their walk back. Sitting in the case with Jena was a slightly older Never of about (for now I'll just give their ages in human years: 28.) She had dark blue skin and an extremely short cut boying haircut of neon orange. Jena recognised her clothing as that belonging to one of the Never warrior class, created from children playing knights and warriors in make-believe.
"Obviously not a very good warrior." Jena thought. The warrior glanced up at Jena with a cold, piercing stare.
"Please sit." She said. Jena obeyed without thinking. The Never warrior class were the most respected members among her kind and were never (no pun intended) questioned about their requests.
"Whats next?" Jena asked.
"Who knows? A skinning, disembowelment, torture, I wouldnt put anything past a RedCap, even at this young age." Jena wished she hadnt asked."Your Jena right?"
"Y-yes. How did you know?"
"I was present for your request to join the warrior class."
"Oh.."
"Lost by one vote?"
"Yeah."
"You had potential though..."
"Really?"
"Yeah"
"Did you vote for me?"
"No."
"Oh.." When a Never wishes to join a higher class, they must pass a number of tests and then get a majority vote by the present members of the class. Jena missed it by one. The two inmates stopped talking right there. Jena knew who her neighbor wasnt a talker. Just a disciplined and skilled fighter.
"I'm Larsa" She finally said.
"um....hi.." It was also at that moment that Jena had realised she had dropped her flute. After a short while, the two beastial children entered the back entrance of a large tower and began to proceed down a long staircase, dimmly lit by torches. They passed through several chambers and rooms, with fae moving all around and it had become apparent to the Nevers that this was the Unseelie Court of Shadows! Edmund and Slythe whispered to each other as they knocked on a large chamber door. It was opened by a tall and mysteriously attractive fae. It was one of the Sidhe (pronounced "Shee") The Sidhe are the noble class and royalty in Arcadia, the Seelie Sidhe being the rulers, and the Unseelie Sidhe leaders of an anarchistic rebellion. The Sidhe are also among the most beautiful of all the Fae, appearing almost identical to Nevers in appearance, only being the height of humans, lack of wings, and more human skin and hair tones. This particular Sidhe had long black hair done up in a bun, mesmorizing green eyes and wearing a flowing silk nightgown.
"Um...Lady Casandra..." Slythe began as he removed his hat. "We bring you more Nevers for your research. He reluctantly said as he elbowed Edmund to show her the case. She took the case and looked inside at the two Nevers.
"I guess these will be satisfactory." Casandra said as she went back into her chamber for the childing RedCaps payment. She returned as the two childlings extended their hands outward ready for their reward. She gave them 3 Dross each.
"What? Only 6 Dross? Last time the Nevers were a good 10 Dross a piece!" Slythe protested.
"You sniveling little toad! You should consider yourself lucky I even choose to speak with such a pair of disgusting little underling fodder such as the two of you. Now off with you both!" Casandra commanded as she slammed her chamber door shut. Slythe gave the finger to the closed door.
"Yeah thats what I should have done..." Slythe said to Edmund.
"Yeah right...she would have fed us both to the Scritches if she had seen that!"
"Yeah I know....but if only we could really get her...the uppity churl...I know what I'd like to do to her..." Slythe said with an evil grin while scratching his crotch.
"Yeah, right Slythe, keep in mind the only reason we havent been arrested yet is because of pardons by her, in exchange for certain services she wouldnt want to dirty her delicate hands with...."
"Yeah I know......but one can dream cant he? HAHAHAHA!"
"What if we just tell Lord Brocken of Casandras secret chamber? Shes bound to be scolded for doing this behind the lords back." Edmund suggested.
"Yeah right...are you going to tell him? Casandra is a favorite to the old codger anway, all she'd get is a stern warning, and than she'd turn us in for something or other...that would mux things up for us...she could get us cast out into the wastelands if she wanted to!"
"Yeah....but there has to be some way we can stick it to her..."
MEANWHILE....BACK IN THE BED CHAMBER...
Lady Casandra had entered her bed chamber and inserted the round glass case into a round slot on top of a larger tank. She gave a quick twist as the ground dropped out from underneath Jena and Larsa and they fell into the tank. A twist the other way, and the cieling closed up behind them as Casandra returned the small glass case to a shelf among other portable prisons. Jena had noticed they were not alone. In the corner closest to them, two Never girls were on the floor, holding each other and weeping. They were no more than 18 and scared to death. One had shoulder length green hair and a violet colored skin and the smaller one was yellow with long, purple hair. In the far corner of the tank was a curled up figure rocking back and forth. Her skin was a pale violet with lifeless yellow hair, she was shivering.
"What had they done to her?" Jena though. "And why only females?" She then noticed an open book on the desk the tank was on. The page header read NEW DISCOVERY. So she began to read the following:
As long as Arcadia itself can remember, the legend of the "Magic Honey" produced by Never females has been a prize that many have failed to obtain. No one has ever learned how to effectivly extract the strange fluid. Recent studies, though have uncovered part of the mystery. Scientists have learned that the chemical is in fact the substance released through orgasm in the same way as human women. Sexual intercourse is not the key as it has been shown in countless failed attempts at what some call "Never Rape which just traumatises them. But we have now learned that.....SLAM!!
Casandra had shut the book and put it on a shelf with other books. A shiver went up Jena's spine. "Oh god no....have they really learned our secret?" She though. "LARSA! I..."
"I know, I read it too..."
"Do you think they really know?"
"We'll just have to wait and see.." Larsa said as she assumed the lotus position doing some kind of Mantra. Just then, the side of the cage opened and a huge hand reached in. It grabbed the green haired girl and pulled her out of the other ones arms.
"NELES DONT LEAVE ME!!!" She screamed.
"FERRA!!!" But it was no use, Casandra used her pinky to flick Ferra off and close the wall behind her. Ferra got up and ran to the wall pounding it furiously and screaming.
"NELES!! NELES!! DONT GO NELES!!!!" She dropped to the ground and began to cry louder than before. One thing about Jena was that she was a very comforting individual and sat down beside the hysterical girl, embracing her and singing softly. Ferra began to quiet down and looked up at Jena with a face flushed with tears.
"WHY?! WHY IS SHE DOING THIS?!"
"I dont know....for now we can only wait.." But Jena had a pretty good idea what was going to happen to them. She looked down through the glass and saw that a strange device was now in place of the book. It was shaped like an X with short chains hanging from each end. The woman placed Neles in the center of the X and proceeded to to fasten her wrists and ankles to the chains. She then turned a small crank as the chains tightended restricting all of Neles' struggles. It was then that she did something very odd....she stood up on the table beside the small device and grabbed ahold of the pendant around her neck as she began to chant. Very slowly, she began to shrink! Smaller and smaller until she was about a foot and a half tall, roungly a 3rd taller than a Never.
AND NOW FOR THE TICKLING
(Thank you for your patience 😛)
(Thank you for your patience 😛)
"Now.....shall we begin?" Casandra said with an evil grin. Neles was to terrified to move as she stared into Casandras haunting eyes.Casandra knelt down over her and undid her top, and gently ran her hands up under her arms and began to gently stroke them.
"Hehehehe....no...please...hehehehe...dont...." Neles giggled as she attempted to pull away, but to no avail, she was bound completely. Casandra ran her fingers, which were still huge even after shrinking, from Neles' underarms down to her ribs...Neles' body spazmed as she laughed out. Jena watched in astonishment. They had learned the secret! It is only natural that for creature born of pure child like innocence, that tickling would be their greatest weakness, and form of sexual arrousal for reproduction....
"What an adorable little laugh you have!" Casandra teased as she taunted the sensitive loose flesh around Neles' waist, pinching and pulling out it as Neles giggled and squirmed.
"Pleeheeheeheeheeze stop....hahahahahahahah...I..beheheg yoohoohoohooooo..hahahahahahahahaha.." Neles pleaded as tears began to form around her eyes.
"Oh no....I have no intention of stopping any time soon." Casandra added as she ran her nails down to Neles' thighs, digging in between them. Neles through her head back with spazmic laughter and screamed out.
"NOHOHOHOHOHOHHO...HAHAHAHAHAHA...PLEEHEEHEEHEEHEEZ...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!...." Casandra worked this area for a while, moving down to her knees and then back up again. After about 10 minutes, Casandra stopped and dragged what looked like an empty ink well underneath Neles' open legs. Neles took this pause to catch her breath and attempt to beg again to her tormentor, face full of tears. "Please!! Dont do this! I cant take it anymore! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS???" Casandra poked her finger at Neles crotch....
"I see how wet you are becoming....so I guess it is true...." It was then that Casandra pulled over a small cushion and sat down, staring at Neles' feet. Neles like every other Never had proportionally larger feet to their body size. Large and slender with long toes and smooth as silk, as most Nevers rely on flight to walking. Neles lifted her head up and looked into Casandras evil face and sinister smile. She knew what was next.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!! PLEEEEEEEEEZE!! NOT MY FEEEEEEET!! I"M BEGGING YOOOOOOU!!!!!" This only made Casandra smile larger. She took a single finger and ran it down the left sole. Neles scrunched her toes and squealed. She then began to do the same to both feet. Neles squealed but attempted to hold in her laughter despite how exausted she was. Casandra decided to stop teasing and went in for the kill, wiggling all her fingers down Neles' long soles. Neles' exausted body sprang up with new life as she bucked and screamed for mercy laughing like a mad woman. Jena had watched everything to this point with Ferra in her arms, hoping to calm her. It took everything in her not to break out into tears. For another hour poor Neles had her feet tickled visciously until finally, she let out an ear piercing scream and arched her back, followed by an orange liquid dripping into the ink well. Neles weeped from embarassment as Casandra tilted the bondage rig up to get the remaining liquid.
"Alright then little one, your task is over..." Casandra said as she clutched her pendant, growing back to full size and jumping to the floor. She proceeded to unchain Neles and toss her limp body into the tank. Jena and Ferra ran to her. Her body was soaked with sweat and her heart rate was dangerously high. Ferra embraced her friend and weeped. Jena looked to Larsa for additional comfort, but she was still sitting there, meditating. Jena could also feel an odd energy eminating from Larsa's body, a warmth that felt like static electricity. The wall reopened and the hand of death made a pass for the three girls. Larsa's eyes sprang open and glowed a bright green.
"eeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!" She yelled as she thrust her fist forward, firing a beam of yellow energy, striking the hand which jerked back followed by a painful scream.
"AAAAAAAH! YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Casandra yelled as she grabbed Larsa, who had made a failed attempt to fly through the opening. "I'll make sure yours is especially unbearable!" Jena could see that Casandra was struggling a lot more than with Neles. Larsa was suprisingly strong. But nevertheless, Casandra managed to strap her down and pull it tight till Larsa screamed out. "Now, I think I'll get an expert to handle you." Casandra reached up to a shelf over the table and brought down a small cage. She placed it next to Larsa and unfastened the latch. And out walked....a Scritch!
(move on to Part 2....)
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