I wrote a story years ago and always meant to do a few more but life happens. Check it out here https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/the-facility-f-f-m-m-f.212253/ This is my latest one, an idea which had been rattling round my head for a while, enjoy!
Vera Montague adjusted the small, lace-trimmed apron tied around her waist and twirled the feather duster in her hand, admiring her reflection in the glass of the servant room’s looking glass. The disguise was perfect. She looked every part the innocent young maid, complete with smudges of dirt on her cheeks and her soft brown hair tied into two neat braids.
Her disguise clung to her lithe body, the snug black fabric accentuating every dip and curve of her figure. The crisp white apron cinched at her narrow waist, drawing attention to the swell of her hips, while the short skirt cut halfway up her thighs, revealing just a teasing glimpse of the lace-trimmed garters securing her sheer black stockings. She gave off a practised air of innocence and eagerness. The perfect cover for robbing rich layabouts.
“This is going to be the easiest heist of my career,” she whispered to herself, brushing her hands off on the front of her tiny skirt.
The estate of sorceress Lady Solene Greaves was famous throughout the region, and rumour had it the wealthy aristocrat kept priceless magical heirlooms tucked away inside the sprawling mansion. Yet despite the allure, no thief had ever made it past the perimeter. Those who tried… well, it was said they tended to disappear without a trace.
But Vera wasn’t just any thief. She was methodical and professional. After doing her research on the target in the nearby taverns she’d taken a legitimate job on the property, blending in with the house’s staff. A few weeks of enduring dusting, sweeping and scrubbing stains was nothing compared to the treasure she’d soon walk away with.
Although she was only 27 Vera was highly skilled at what she did but already sick of earning a living this way. Pick pocketing nobles and emptying bank vaults of their treasures only to receive a paltry cut from muscle-bound braindead accomplishes had lost its lustre. Finally she was doing something all for herself, and with this last job she could retire to a nice little cottage of her own. Somewhere warm where she could order people about for a change.
All she had to do was stay out of trouble. That proved to be easy enough, the other employees seemed so anxiously focused on their tasks, so wary of attracting the attention of the lady of the house they barely paid Vera any mind. It was curious, what were these lackeys so scared of? Lady Greaves seemed pleasant enough, always friendly with an easy laugh she didn’t resemble one’s typical idea of a nightmare boss.
She had passed her in the drawing room last night on her way to the broom closet. Lady Solene had been reclining elegantly against the plush armchair, book in hand, one leg delicately crossed over the other, the soft shimmer of her red stockings tracing the curve of her toned calves. The light from the windows danced across the luxurious material, highlighting the intricate lace pattern spiralling up her thighs disappearing beneath the hem of her deep crimson dress. The gown hugged her hourglass figure like liquid velvet, dipping daringly low at the neckline to reveal the swell of her full, heaving breasts. She must have lingered too long staring as the Lady had looked up from her reading.
‘Oh Vera!’ She seemed to be genuinely happy to see her ‘I’m so happy to bump into you. Ive seen you slaving away with that since you joined us. You are going to fit in just perfectly!’
‘I... uhhh Thank you Lady Solene’ the fact that she’d just almost got caught ogling her boss made Vera a little flustered ‘I’m trying my best’
‘Well keep up the good work sweetie’ The lady flashed a cheeky smile ‘I’ve got my eye on you. You’re right where you belong’
What an odd thing to say thought Very thought to herself. No matter, she’d be gone from this place before that rich buffoon knew what hit her.
—
Late one evening, long after the rest of the staff had retired to their rooms, Vera snuck out of the servant quarters and slipped inside the manor through the back door. Barefoot and dressed in nothing but her thin nightgown, she crept silently across the polished marble floors. Her heart thumped with excitement.
From what she’d learned when planning for the heist, Lady Solene’s most precious valuables weren’t kept in a magical safe or in a secret room. No, they were hidden somewhere mundane and idiotic.
Beneath the bed in a secluded guest room.
She’d gotten this titbit of information from a previous maid who had been all too happy to sell out her old employer. The ruddy round faced dumpy woman had only taken a few coppers for the information, so eager was she to see her old boss taken down a peg.
‘Now dearie, the Greaves estate ain’t no place for amateurs’ as she picked at her messy greying hair and wiped her hand on her woollen dress. ‘Lady Solene is all smiles but there something not right about that place. Someone should teach her a lesson, ain’t natural the way she treats people!’
So hard to find reliable help these days she thought wryly as she reached the target room.
“Trusting fool. She must think no one would dare poke around there,” Vera muttered under her breath, smirking to herself as she picked the lock “Amateur.”
A satisfying click signalled the lock yielded to her touch and with only the faintest creak of the door, she slid into the opulent guest bedroom. A grand four-poster bed dominated the room, its dark wooden frame carved with swirling, intricate patterns and an ugly stylised face on the headboard. Thick velvet curtains hung low, brushing just above the polished floorboards.
“Jackpot.” Vera crouched beside the bed, gently lifting the curtain. Her fingers slipped beneath the heavy frame, feeling for the treasure she knew had to be there.
But something felt… odd.
The floor beneath the bed wasn’t smooth wood or carpet. It was soft. Warm. Almost like… skin.
A sudden vibration beneath her fingertips made her jolt backward.
The bed twitched.
Before Vera could scream, dozens of soft, flexible tentacles snaked out from under the bedspread, latching onto her wrists and ankles in an instant. She thrashed, her eyes wide with horror, but the tentacles pulled tight, lifting her effortlessly into the air and spreading her limbs wide.
“No! Nonono—! Let go, I was so close!” Vera gasped, kicking wildly as she dangled above the bed, her bare feet wiggling helplessly in the warm night air.
The transformation was both grotesque and ridiculous, as the elegant bed erupted with motion. The ornate headboard, once a masterpiece of carved mahogany, began to twist and move. The grotesque visage, complete with exaggerated bulbous eyes and a wide, jagged grin spasmed into eager motion. A long, rubbery tongue lolled from the mouth, licking its lips with unsettling enthusiasm and dread filled her as she realised what it was. A mimic. The monster eyed her hungrily its frame creaked ominously, the cosy looking quilt sliding off to reveal a fleshy mass with writhing tentacles and fluffy tendrils below.
The creature gently lowered her onto the it’s carpet of wiggling limbs. One wrapped snugly around her waist, gently but firmly pinning her in place as others slithered under the hem of her nightgown. Vera glared up at it before the thin fabric was slowly rolled up over her torso and then ripped to pieces, leaving her naked except for her black lace panties.
“What the hell are you doing!?” she growled, pulling at the restraints, she knew mimics were tricksters, they weren’t known to harm people.
‘The Lady of the house told me to clean under you. Let me go this instant before I get the gardener to saw you in half!’ If she brazened this out she might be able to slip away before anyone noticed
The mouth grinning as the frame shuddered, emitting a low purring sound that vibrated through her body. The tentacles coiled tightly around her ankles, holding her legs taut as a pair of soft feelers rose from beneath the bedframe, their tips covered in what felt like hundreds of feather-like strands. The monster’s belly swelled and fell as it spoke in a low rumble
‘CAUGHT THIEF. TICKLES FOR THIEF’
“Oh no. Oh, no dont—!”
Before she could protest further, the delicate tendrils dragged themselves across her bare soles.
Her eyes bulged. Not this! Maybe, if she could pretend not to be ticklish it would let her g-
“AAHahahahaha NooOhohoo! NOT THERE!” Vera’s laughter exploded from her lips as the mimic found the sensitive spots between her toes.
Vera struggled and pulled with all her strength, twisting violently as more limbs joined the fray, swirling in circles and flicking mercilessly against the sensitive creases of her arches.
‘THIEF LIE. I PUNISH’
Hands with long nailed skittered up her sides, teasing along the soft curve of her waist and scratching delicately over her ribs. She shrieked as the tickling intensified, her laughter growing louder by the second.
“Let me GoooHooHOO I’ll chop youhuhHOupFORFiReWooDOOOhOo!” she threatened, tears forming at the corners of her eyes as she cursed the enchased beast.
The mimic chuckled at the threat as carpet of fleshy apendages she lay on began to wiggle and poke at her Vera's back, their teasing tips grazing her soft skin in a maddeningly slow dance. She bucked on the bed trying to avoid their touch and did her best to hold her laughter back with some success, swearing and threatening at it with renewed anger. But when the mimic's attention shifted to the hollows of her knees all semblance of dignified defiance was doomed.
Two appendages, tipped with tiny, rotating brushes, zeroed in on the tender spots behind her knees. The moment they made contact, Vera's legs jerked in reflex, but the mimic's grip held firm. The brushes whirred gently, their bristles spiraling in rhythmic, torturous circles that sent electric jolts of ticklish agony shooting through her body. The soft yet relentless stroking seemed designed to exploit every nerve ending, coaxing a stream of frantic, high-pitched giggles from her as she twisted and writhed.
"NOt THERHEHAAAAh! NOT—AHAAHEEEEeeeEEE—!" she managed to squeal, her struggles only seeming to delight the mimic further. The wooden face on the headboard grinned even wider, its tongue wagging mockingly, as if savouring her helplessness.
As Vera struggled violently in the mimic's clutches, a slow, deliberate clap echoed from the shadows of the guest room. The sound startled her between gasps of breathless laughter. She craned her neck as much as her restraints would allow, her tear-streaked eyes widening in disbelief.
From the darkness stepped the dumpy woman Vera had met at the tavern during her initial reconnaissance. The same round face, plain woolen dress, and unkempt hair that had made her seem so unremarkable then. The woman’s expression was smug, her eyes glinting with mischief as she waddled towards the bed.
“Well, well, little thief,” the woman cooed, her voice dripping with mockery. “I told you the Greaves estate wasn’t a place for amateurs.”
Vera blinked, confusion mixing with dread as she struggled against the relentless Mimic. “You?! What—how—?!”
Before Vera could finish her question, the woman stopped in her tracks and smirked. Then, to Vera’s astonishment, her form began to change.
The air around the plump woman shimmered, like heat rising from summer stone. She stood taller with every step, her slouch straightening into a regal posture. The plain woolen dress rippled, the coarse fabric transforming into a flowing gown of crimson velvet. The dress hugged her now hourglass figure before cascading to the floor in soft waves, the slit teasing the curve of her toned thigh with each stride.
Her unkempt hair melted into a cascade of glossy black curls, cascading like ink to frame her face, which had grown sharper and more alluring. The ruddy complexion of the tavern woman gave way to flawless porcelain skin, and her dull eyes now gleamed with the predatory glint of a cat toying with its prey.
As she closed the distance to the bed, her steps grew slower, more deliberate. Stockings of intricate red lace, shimmering faintly in the low light, peeked through the gown’s slit, their delicate patterns swirling upward to disappear beneath the her dress.
By the time she reached the mimic, the transformation was complete. Lady Solene Greaves stood in all her grandeur, her ruby lips curled into a knowing smirk. She reached out, running her fingers along the edge of the mimic’s wooden frame as if caressing an old friend.
“You…” Vera choked out, her voice trembling.
“Yes, darling,” Solene purred, her voice as smooth as honey. “Did you really think a little maid with sticky fingers could fool me?” seating herself gracefully on the edge of the bed. One hand traced lazily along Vera’s thigh, drawing faint patterns with her nails. The tentacles, as if responding to their mistress’s touch, shifted focus. Now they coiled around Vera’s breasts, slowly rolling her stiff nipples between their slick tendrils.
Vera’s giggles turned to moans, her body trembling beneath the torment.
“Please… I-I’ll leave. Just let me go…” she panted, gasping for air.
“Oh, darling, I can’t let a thief escape so easily. You’ve been a very naughty girl,” Solene teased, leaning closer to whisper in Vera’s ear. “And my pet hasn’t finished playing with you yet.”
The mimic’s tentacles obeyed, a pair of hands began goosing the flesh of Vera thighs and teasing the soft hollows of her hips. One particularly bold feathery tendril glided down to the black lace of Vera's panties. The tendril pressed lightly, the lace shifting ever so slightly under its gentle caress, making Vera squirm helplessly. Her thighs trembled, her breath catching in her throat as the feathery torment intensifying every maddening touch, she fought with dawning horror the realisation that part of her was enjoying this.
‘THIEF NAUGHTY!’ the mimic rumbled ‘GETS NAUGHTY TICKLES!
Lady Solene watched with a mix of amusement and satisfaction as Vera’s frantic thrashing became less defiant, her laughter teetering between hysterical and breathless. The tickling beast moved with devious precision, teasing every inch of the thief’s exposed body.
“Oh, my dear Vera,” Solene purred, leaning gracefully against the bed’s ornate frame. “Do you feel it? That tiny spark of rebellion flickering out, bit by bit?”
"St-stohohop! Ahaha, fuck youhooohoheHee!" she spat, her hips jerking in protest as the mimic played her body like an instrument, the now damp lace and the relentless feather working together to drive her further into a frenzy of laughter and mortifying arousal.
Vera thrashed harder, her laughter dissolving into desperate cries of frustration.
“But don’t worry,” Solene continued. “I’m sure you’ll learn to appreciate your new position. After all…”
Her fingertips skimmed down the thief’s writhing legs, coming to rest just above her trembling soles. Solene’s nails dragged teasingly along the curve of Vera’s arch, earning a fresh shriek.
“...you’re exactly where you belong now.” Lady Solene cooed “and you’re already squirming so sweetly,” brushing a lock of Vera’s damp hair from her tear-streaked face. “But I think my dear pet is only just beginning to get acquainted with you.”
As if on cue, even more appendages slithered from beneath the mattress adding to the swarming mass. Some bore round brushes dripping bubbly foam, swirling lazily in the air as if waiting for their mistress’s command. Others, unnervingly, ended in small, puckered mouths, the fleshy orifices flexing and twitching with anticipation.
Vera’s eyes widened in horror. “W-what… what are those?!”
Solene’s eyes sparkled with sadistic amusement. “Ah, yes. Those are my mimic’s extra special tools. It knows precisely how to extract the finest reactions. Those mouths?” She trailed a finger along Vera’s inner thigh, causing the thief to flinch at the unexpected pleasure of the touch “They’re quite fond of sensitive, neglected places. And the brushes?” Solene gave Vera’s helpless toes a playful pinch, sending a jolt through her captive’s body. “Well, I hope you like pedicures.”
“Wait W-Wait!,” Vera stammered, ‘Lets talk a-about this, I have m-money, pl-please don’t let it--’
“Shhh.” Solene pressed a single finger to Vera’s lips, silencing her with a mischievous smile. “You misunderstand, darling. You’re not being punished. You’re being hired.”
Vera blinked in confusion. “H-hired…?”
The aristocrat chuckled softly, leaning in so that her breath tickled the thief’s ear. “I’m in need of … special kind of servants. Ones who know their place beneath me, who yearn to be a constant source of entertainment. You’ll find that I don’t just keep valuables in my home lock and key. I also keep playthings.”
Vera’s heart thudded painfully in her chest. “You’re crazy-I-I’m not a—”
A sudden vibration erupted along her inner thighs as the mimic’s fleshy mouths began to press soft, open-mouthed kisses against her skin. The sensations marched downwards towards her feet—gentle, yet persistent—and they dragged high-pitched squeals from Vera’s lips as she thrashed in her bonds.
I’m losing my mind, she doing something to me, this feels so good. Shes a mage, it has to be a trick!
This thought was rudely interrupted as the mouths reached their destination and latched onto Vera’s soft pudgey toes with a playful grip. One by one, they began to suck gently, the warm, wet sensation sending tingling jolts up her legs and leaving her gasping between fits of giggles. The soft, obscene noises of the mimic’s mouths working on her toes distracted her from others advance towards her stomach.
“AHHHH! N-nohoho! PLEaAsE-LET-ME-GooOoOHOO!”
“There’s nowhere else as important as here for you to go, my dear,” Solene purred. Her hands trailed along Vera’s exposed belly, lightly circling her navel as more mouths attached themselves to the soft flesh just above her hips. “You see, the mimic has a particular fondness for spots most girls dont even know are sensitive. Those tender little areas between your ribs… under your breasts… that adorable toned tummy… all so terribly ticklish when given the right attention.”
As if obeying their mistress’s words the eager mouths pressed themselves firmly against her smooth belly, their plush lips vibrating to blow ticklish raspberries directly onto her sensitive skin. The absurd, wet pbbbbbt! noises echoed in the room as Vera’s laughter turned shrill.
‘NIIHIIHAHAAAEEEHAAHIIHEEeeEHEEHAHA!!!’
She squirmed and thrashed, her bound legs twitching with each humiliatingly thorough suck on her toes, alternating with soft kisses while her midriff quivered helplessly under the mimic’s relentless raspberries. She was begging constantly now between her uncontrollable laughter, but she could barely remember whether she was pleaded for it to stop or continue.
The tentacles bearing firm pedicure brushes descended next, scrubbing and swirling against Vera’s soles in erratic patterns even as the mouths kept sucking. She frantically jerked in her bonds but the mimic held her fast, tugging her ankles taut to ensure the brushes could glide without resistance. The bubbly soap scrubbed into every crevice and wrinkle as if washing away the last remnants of fight that remained in her, her feet blushing pink under the ticklish brushing.
“I CAHAHAHAN’T TAKEHEEEIT!!” Vera howled, tugging desperately against the restraints. Her voice broke into frantic, breathless laughter
“You can,” Solene whispered, gently cupping Vera’s chin and forcing her to meet her gaze. “And you will.”
Vera whimpered, her breath hitching as Solene’s fingers moved deliberately to the damp lace clinging to her hips. Solene chuckled softly at the sight of the black panties, their delicate fabric betraying the heat of Vera’s struggle. "These poor things are working so hard to hide your surrender," Solene murmured, almost sympathetically.
An arcane glow surrounded her hand as she pressed her fingertips against the lace. Vera gasped as a tingling warmth spread through the fabric. It shimmered, then began to dissolve into glistening motes of light, the lace melting away at Solene’s command. The hand lingered for a moment, caressing the now-bare skin with reverent care, the warmth a cruel, tender reminder of Vera’s utter helplessness.
“You’ve resisted so sweetly,” Solene whispered. “But now… there’s nothing left to hide.” Vera pulled at her bonds in defiance, trying to muster some retort against these ominous words but nothing came.
The Mimic’s face leered down at her as she writhed in it’s clutches. She felt the frame of the of the bed rise and fall as it belly laughed at her struggling. She tried to curse at it but was cut short by renewed hysteria as the mimic’s impossibly long tongue descended to lick and swirl at her nipples, their soft slurps leaving her gasping between fits of cackling mirth.
The appendage between her legs, however, remained almost still—hovering just close enough to tease but never touching firmly.
“Ah, and there it is,” Solene mused, watching Vera’s body squirm with mounting need. “You feel it, don’t you? The ache between your legs. The mimic knows you’re growing desperate.” She leaned in, her tongue flicking against the shell of Vera’s ear. “But it won’t let you finish. Not until I say so.”
The mimic withdrew its torments for a moment. Leaving Vera sweaty and gasping in its grip. ‘Whats happening to me... why do I feel... so’ She couldn’t bring herself to say out loud how good this was starting to feel. All the pent up worry of her old life was melting away under waves of laughter and arousal, this had to be a trick she had to escape, she had to--
‘You’re being prepared you for your new life cutie’ Solene traced her nails down Vera’s trembling thighs. “Your new job is very important, darling. Full time tickle slut. And if you perform well enough…”
Solene’s finger slipped between Vera’s legs, gently teasing her swollen clit. But just as quickly as the touch came, it disappeared, leaving the thief gasping and grinding helplessly into the air.
“…I might even let you cum sometimes.”
Vera groaned in frustration, blocking out the voice and thrashing harder as the tentacles resumed their merciless assault. She had been so close to that little cottage of her own! she had to get out of her, she had to get free. Solenes words were warm hypnotic, drawing her in, she had to escape before-
A particularly long wet rasberry on her tummy sent her into uncontrollable hysterics again. The tickling and pleasure merged together to wash away her internal resolve leaving her helpless to the sorceress’s words.
Lady Solene’s voice dripped with satisfaction as she leaned close to Vera’s flushed face, her fingers gently brushing away strands of sweat-matted hair. Her tone was low and rich, every hypnotic syllable seemed to linger in the air, soft yet commanding, as though her words were not merely suggestions but immutable truths etched into the fabric of reality.
“Oh, my darling Vera,” Solene purred, her crimson lips curling into a smile. “You thought you were a thief, a clever little schemer destined for riches and freedom. But no, my dear, you were always meant for something far grander—far more delightful.”
She traced a single, teasing nail down Vera’s trembling stomach, her touch electric against the thief’s hyper-sensitive skin. The mimic, as if on cue, let out a low, rumbling chuckle, its carved face contorting into a wicked grin. A pair of tentacles danced feather-light across Vera’s ribs, coaxing a fresh wave of helpless giggles from her quivering form.
“I will remake you,” Solene continued, her voice soft yet irresistible. “No longer a sneaky little thief but my devoted, giggling maid. By day, you’ll flutter about this manor in the tiniest of uniforms—barely enough fabric to cover those delicious curves of yours.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Your stockings will cling to your thighs, your apron will cinch that lovely waist, and you’ll dust and tidy with a smile and a giggle, ever so eager to please. But all day, beneath the smiles and curtsying, you’ll be craving this”
The monster punctuated the words with a flurry of tickling torment. Vera let out a strangled gasp, her laughter fractured as the mimic’s feathery tendrils teased the hollows of her knees and kissing mouthes pampered her feet. She was helpless to stop the truth of the sorceress’s words as they poured into her brain.
“And at night…” Solene’s voice dropped to a sultry whisper, her nails skimming along the thief’s exposed collarbone, making her shudder. “You will beg me. To be tickled, to be teased. To do every single thing I say... ”
Vera’s frantic laughter turned desperate as one final spark of resistence burned, her hips jerking as the mimic’s tendrils found new sensitive spots along her inner thighs. “N-no! Nohohoho! I—hahAHAA—I c-can’t—!”
“You will,” Solene said firmly, her words carrying the weight of undeniable truth. “You will kneel before me, confessing how much you adore being mine—how much you love the laughter, the surrender, the pleasure.”
The mimic’s laughter rose, its wooden face shaking with glee as its belly swelled, lifting Vera’s hips off the bed so her butt was raised into the air. The feathery tendrils began their delicate assault on her exposed bottom, their soft, silken tips tracing intricate patterns over her sensitive skin. Each teasing stroke sent ticklish jolts up her spine, causing her hips to jerk and twist, futilely attempting to escape the torment. “Ahahahaa! N-nohoho! Not thehehere! Plehehease!” Vera shrieked, her voice rising in pitch as the mimic’s feathery torment intensified.
“Ahahahaa! N-nohoho! Not thehehere! Plehehease!” Vera shrieked, her voice rising in pitch as the mimic’s feathery torment intensified. The tendrils moved in synchronized swirls, focusing on the delicate curve of her bottom and the tender hollows where her thighs met her hips.
To her horror, the mimic’s puckered mouths joined the fray. Their warm, wet lips pressed against her skin, planting playful, open-mouthed kisses along the soft flesh of her ass. The sensation was maddening—part ticklish, part humiliatingly intimate. The mimic's mouths vibrated slightly as they sucked, adding a layer of buzzing stimulation that sent Vera’s laughter spiraling out of control as she felt the last of her will evaporate.
“HooOhMoOREHoOOhOOOOOOOHAHAHAAA! N! PLEAHAHAHAHASE MORE!” she wailed in desperate need, her hips bucking against the unrelenting attentions of the mimic. Each movement seemed to spur the creature on, its feathery appendages tracing lighter, faster circles while the mouths playfully nibbled and kissed, leaving trails of warm tingling behind.
“And do you know what’s best of all?” Solene’s eyes gleamed as she leaned in close, her lips brushing against Vera’s ear. “You’ll thank me for it, my sweet little maid. Every. Single. Night.”
Vera’s mind spun as Solene’s words seeped into her, merging with the mimic’s relentless torment. The room filled with laughter—Vera’s hysterical cries, the mimic’s guttural chuckles, and Solene’s elegant, victorious giggle—as the thief’s resistance finally dissolved into helpless submission and words bubbled out of her mouth before she barely knew what was happening.
‘HahahAhaaHaaHEeTHAhaANKheeHeeYoUHuHhUUUuh!!!!!!’
“Of course,” Solene added with a wicked smile, “the transformation could take days to make permanent. The mimic enjoys edging its prey far more than actually finishing them. But don’t worry.” She tapped Vera’s nose with a playful smirk. “We have all the time in the world.”
Vera Montague adjusted the small, lace-trimmed apron tied around her waist and twirled the feather duster in her hand, admiring her reflection in the glass of the servant room’s looking glass. The disguise was perfect. She looked every part the innocent young maid, complete with smudges of dirt on her cheeks and her soft brown hair tied into two neat braids.
Her disguise clung to her lithe body, the snug black fabric accentuating every dip and curve of her figure. The crisp white apron cinched at her narrow waist, drawing attention to the swell of her hips, while the short skirt cut halfway up her thighs, revealing just a teasing glimpse of the lace-trimmed garters securing her sheer black stockings. She gave off a practised air of innocence and eagerness. The perfect cover for robbing rich layabouts.
“This is going to be the easiest heist of my career,” she whispered to herself, brushing her hands off on the front of her tiny skirt.
The estate of sorceress Lady Solene Greaves was famous throughout the region, and rumour had it the wealthy aristocrat kept priceless magical heirlooms tucked away inside the sprawling mansion. Yet despite the allure, no thief had ever made it past the perimeter. Those who tried… well, it was said they tended to disappear without a trace.
But Vera wasn’t just any thief. She was methodical and professional. After doing her research on the target in the nearby taverns she’d taken a legitimate job on the property, blending in with the house’s staff. A few weeks of enduring dusting, sweeping and scrubbing stains was nothing compared to the treasure she’d soon walk away with.
Although she was only 27 Vera was highly skilled at what she did but already sick of earning a living this way. Pick pocketing nobles and emptying bank vaults of their treasures only to receive a paltry cut from muscle-bound braindead accomplishes had lost its lustre. Finally she was doing something all for herself, and with this last job she could retire to a nice little cottage of her own. Somewhere warm where she could order people about for a change.
All she had to do was stay out of trouble. That proved to be easy enough, the other employees seemed so anxiously focused on their tasks, so wary of attracting the attention of the lady of the house they barely paid Vera any mind. It was curious, what were these lackeys so scared of? Lady Greaves seemed pleasant enough, always friendly with an easy laugh she didn’t resemble one’s typical idea of a nightmare boss.
She had passed her in the drawing room last night on her way to the broom closet. Lady Solene had been reclining elegantly against the plush armchair, book in hand, one leg delicately crossed over the other, the soft shimmer of her red stockings tracing the curve of her toned calves. The light from the windows danced across the luxurious material, highlighting the intricate lace pattern spiralling up her thighs disappearing beneath the hem of her deep crimson dress. The gown hugged her hourglass figure like liquid velvet, dipping daringly low at the neckline to reveal the swell of her full, heaving breasts. She must have lingered too long staring as the Lady had looked up from her reading.
‘Oh Vera!’ She seemed to be genuinely happy to see her ‘I’m so happy to bump into you. Ive seen you slaving away with that since you joined us. You are going to fit in just perfectly!’
‘I... uhhh Thank you Lady Solene’ the fact that she’d just almost got caught ogling her boss made Vera a little flustered ‘I’m trying my best’
‘Well keep up the good work sweetie’ The lady flashed a cheeky smile ‘I’ve got my eye on you. You’re right where you belong’
What an odd thing to say thought Very thought to herself. No matter, she’d be gone from this place before that rich buffoon knew what hit her.
—
Late one evening, long after the rest of the staff had retired to their rooms, Vera snuck out of the servant quarters and slipped inside the manor through the back door. Barefoot and dressed in nothing but her thin nightgown, she crept silently across the polished marble floors. Her heart thumped with excitement.
From what she’d learned when planning for the heist, Lady Solene’s most precious valuables weren’t kept in a magical safe or in a secret room. No, they were hidden somewhere mundane and idiotic.
Beneath the bed in a secluded guest room.
She’d gotten this titbit of information from a previous maid who had been all too happy to sell out her old employer. The ruddy round faced dumpy woman had only taken a few coppers for the information, so eager was she to see her old boss taken down a peg.
‘Now dearie, the Greaves estate ain’t no place for amateurs’ as she picked at her messy greying hair and wiped her hand on her woollen dress. ‘Lady Solene is all smiles but there something not right about that place. Someone should teach her a lesson, ain’t natural the way she treats people!’
So hard to find reliable help these days she thought wryly as she reached the target room.
“Trusting fool. She must think no one would dare poke around there,” Vera muttered under her breath, smirking to herself as she picked the lock “Amateur.”
A satisfying click signalled the lock yielded to her touch and with only the faintest creak of the door, she slid into the opulent guest bedroom. A grand four-poster bed dominated the room, its dark wooden frame carved with swirling, intricate patterns and an ugly stylised face on the headboard. Thick velvet curtains hung low, brushing just above the polished floorboards.
“Jackpot.” Vera crouched beside the bed, gently lifting the curtain. Her fingers slipped beneath the heavy frame, feeling for the treasure she knew had to be there.
But something felt… odd.
The floor beneath the bed wasn’t smooth wood or carpet. It was soft. Warm. Almost like… skin.
A sudden vibration beneath her fingertips made her jolt backward.
The bed twitched.
Before Vera could scream, dozens of soft, flexible tentacles snaked out from under the bedspread, latching onto her wrists and ankles in an instant. She thrashed, her eyes wide with horror, but the tentacles pulled tight, lifting her effortlessly into the air and spreading her limbs wide.
“No! Nonono—! Let go, I was so close!” Vera gasped, kicking wildly as she dangled above the bed, her bare feet wiggling helplessly in the warm night air.
The transformation was both grotesque and ridiculous, as the elegant bed erupted with motion. The ornate headboard, once a masterpiece of carved mahogany, began to twist and move. The grotesque visage, complete with exaggerated bulbous eyes and a wide, jagged grin spasmed into eager motion. A long, rubbery tongue lolled from the mouth, licking its lips with unsettling enthusiasm and dread filled her as she realised what it was. A mimic. The monster eyed her hungrily its frame creaked ominously, the cosy looking quilt sliding off to reveal a fleshy mass with writhing tentacles and fluffy tendrils below.
The creature gently lowered her onto the it’s carpet of wiggling limbs. One wrapped snugly around her waist, gently but firmly pinning her in place as others slithered under the hem of her nightgown. Vera glared up at it before the thin fabric was slowly rolled up over her torso and then ripped to pieces, leaving her naked except for her black lace panties.
“What the hell are you doing!?” she growled, pulling at the restraints, she knew mimics were tricksters, they weren’t known to harm people.
‘The Lady of the house told me to clean under you. Let me go this instant before I get the gardener to saw you in half!’ If she brazened this out she might be able to slip away before anyone noticed
The mouth grinning as the frame shuddered, emitting a low purring sound that vibrated through her body. The tentacles coiled tightly around her ankles, holding her legs taut as a pair of soft feelers rose from beneath the bedframe, their tips covered in what felt like hundreds of feather-like strands. The monster’s belly swelled and fell as it spoke in a low rumble
‘CAUGHT THIEF. TICKLES FOR THIEF’
“Oh no. Oh, no dont—!”
Before she could protest further, the delicate tendrils dragged themselves across her bare soles.
Her eyes bulged. Not this! Maybe, if she could pretend not to be ticklish it would let her g-
“AAHahahahaha NooOhohoo! NOT THERE!” Vera’s laughter exploded from her lips as the mimic found the sensitive spots between her toes.
Vera struggled and pulled with all her strength, twisting violently as more limbs joined the fray, swirling in circles and flicking mercilessly against the sensitive creases of her arches.
‘THIEF LIE. I PUNISH’
Hands with long nailed skittered up her sides, teasing along the soft curve of her waist and scratching delicately over her ribs. She shrieked as the tickling intensified, her laughter growing louder by the second.
“Let me GoooHooHOO I’ll chop youhuhHOupFORFiReWooDOOOhOo!” she threatened, tears forming at the corners of her eyes as she cursed the enchased beast.
The mimic chuckled at the threat as carpet of fleshy apendages she lay on began to wiggle and poke at her Vera's back, their teasing tips grazing her soft skin in a maddeningly slow dance. She bucked on the bed trying to avoid their touch and did her best to hold her laughter back with some success, swearing and threatening at it with renewed anger. But when the mimic's attention shifted to the hollows of her knees all semblance of dignified defiance was doomed.
Two appendages, tipped with tiny, rotating brushes, zeroed in on the tender spots behind her knees. The moment they made contact, Vera's legs jerked in reflex, but the mimic's grip held firm. The brushes whirred gently, their bristles spiraling in rhythmic, torturous circles that sent electric jolts of ticklish agony shooting through her body. The soft yet relentless stroking seemed designed to exploit every nerve ending, coaxing a stream of frantic, high-pitched giggles from her as she twisted and writhed.
"NOt THERHEHAAAAh! NOT—AHAAHEEEEeeeEEE—!" she managed to squeal, her struggles only seeming to delight the mimic further. The wooden face on the headboard grinned even wider, its tongue wagging mockingly, as if savouring her helplessness.
As Vera struggled violently in the mimic's clutches, a slow, deliberate clap echoed from the shadows of the guest room. The sound startled her between gasps of breathless laughter. She craned her neck as much as her restraints would allow, her tear-streaked eyes widening in disbelief.
From the darkness stepped the dumpy woman Vera had met at the tavern during her initial reconnaissance. The same round face, plain woolen dress, and unkempt hair that had made her seem so unremarkable then. The woman’s expression was smug, her eyes glinting with mischief as she waddled towards the bed.
“Well, well, little thief,” the woman cooed, her voice dripping with mockery. “I told you the Greaves estate wasn’t a place for amateurs.”
Vera blinked, confusion mixing with dread as she struggled against the relentless Mimic. “You?! What—how—?!”
Before Vera could finish her question, the woman stopped in her tracks and smirked. Then, to Vera’s astonishment, her form began to change.
The air around the plump woman shimmered, like heat rising from summer stone. She stood taller with every step, her slouch straightening into a regal posture. The plain woolen dress rippled, the coarse fabric transforming into a flowing gown of crimson velvet. The dress hugged her now hourglass figure before cascading to the floor in soft waves, the slit teasing the curve of her toned thigh with each stride.
Her unkempt hair melted into a cascade of glossy black curls, cascading like ink to frame her face, which had grown sharper and more alluring. The ruddy complexion of the tavern woman gave way to flawless porcelain skin, and her dull eyes now gleamed with the predatory glint of a cat toying with its prey.
As she closed the distance to the bed, her steps grew slower, more deliberate. Stockings of intricate red lace, shimmering faintly in the low light, peeked through the gown’s slit, their delicate patterns swirling upward to disappear beneath the her dress.
By the time she reached the mimic, the transformation was complete. Lady Solene Greaves stood in all her grandeur, her ruby lips curled into a knowing smirk. She reached out, running her fingers along the edge of the mimic’s wooden frame as if caressing an old friend.
“You…” Vera choked out, her voice trembling.
“Yes, darling,” Solene purred, her voice as smooth as honey. “Did you really think a little maid with sticky fingers could fool me?” seating herself gracefully on the edge of the bed. One hand traced lazily along Vera’s thigh, drawing faint patterns with her nails. The tentacles, as if responding to their mistress’s touch, shifted focus. Now they coiled around Vera’s breasts, slowly rolling her stiff nipples between their slick tendrils.
Vera’s giggles turned to moans, her body trembling beneath the torment.
“Please… I-I’ll leave. Just let me go…” she panted, gasping for air.
“Oh, darling, I can’t let a thief escape so easily. You’ve been a very naughty girl,” Solene teased, leaning closer to whisper in Vera’s ear. “And my pet hasn’t finished playing with you yet.”
The mimic’s tentacles obeyed, a pair of hands began goosing the flesh of Vera thighs and teasing the soft hollows of her hips. One particularly bold feathery tendril glided down to the black lace of Vera's panties. The tendril pressed lightly, the lace shifting ever so slightly under its gentle caress, making Vera squirm helplessly. Her thighs trembled, her breath catching in her throat as the feathery torment intensifying every maddening touch, she fought with dawning horror the realisation that part of her was enjoying this.
‘THIEF NAUGHTY!’ the mimic rumbled ‘GETS NAUGHTY TICKLES!
Lady Solene watched with a mix of amusement and satisfaction as Vera’s frantic thrashing became less defiant, her laughter teetering between hysterical and breathless. The tickling beast moved with devious precision, teasing every inch of the thief’s exposed body.
“Oh, my dear Vera,” Solene purred, leaning gracefully against the bed’s ornate frame. “Do you feel it? That tiny spark of rebellion flickering out, bit by bit?”
"St-stohohop! Ahaha, fuck youhooohoheHee!" she spat, her hips jerking in protest as the mimic played her body like an instrument, the now damp lace and the relentless feather working together to drive her further into a frenzy of laughter and mortifying arousal.
Vera thrashed harder, her laughter dissolving into desperate cries of frustration.
“But don’t worry,” Solene continued. “I’m sure you’ll learn to appreciate your new position. After all…”
Her fingertips skimmed down the thief’s writhing legs, coming to rest just above her trembling soles. Solene’s nails dragged teasingly along the curve of Vera’s arch, earning a fresh shriek.
“...you’re exactly where you belong now.” Lady Solene cooed “and you’re already squirming so sweetly,” brushing a lock of Vera’s damp hair from her tear-streaked face. “But I think my dear pet is only just beginning to get acquainted with you.”
As if on cue, even more appendages slithered from beneath the mattress adding to the swarming mass. Some bore round brushes dripping bubbly foam, swirling lazily in the air as if waiting for their mistress’s command. Others, unnervingly, ended in small, puckered mouths, the fleshy orifices flexing and twitching with anticipation.
Vera’s eyes widened in horror. “W-what… what are those?!”
Solene’s eyes sparkled with sadistic amusement. “Ah, yes. Those are my mimic’s extra special tools. It knows precisely how to extract the finest reactions. Those mouths?” She trailed a finger along Vera’s inner thigh, causing the thief to flinch at the unexpected pleasure of the touch “They’re quite fond of sensitive, neglected places. And the brushes?” Solene gave Vera’s helpless toes a playful pinch, sending a jolt through her captive’s body. “Well, I hope you like pedicures.”
“Wait W-Wait!,” Vera stammered, ‘Lets talk a-about this, I have m-money, pl-please don’t let it--’
“Shhh.” Solene pressed a single finger to Vera’s lips, silencing her with a mischievous smile. “You misunderstand, darling. You’re not being punished. You’re being hired.”
Vera blinked in confusion. “H-hired…?”
The aristocrat chuckled softly, leaning in so that her breath tickled the thief’s ear. “I’m in need of … special kind of servants. Ones who know their place beneath me, who yearn to be a constant source of entertainment. You’ll find that I don’t just keep valuables in my home lock and key. I also keep playthings.”
Vera’s heart thudded painfully in her chest. “You’re crazy-I-I’m not a—”
A sudden vibration erupted along her inner thighs as the mimic’s fleshy mouths began to press soft, open-mouthed kisses against her skin. The sensations marched downwards towards her feet—gentle, yet persistent—and they dragged high-pitched squeals from Vera’s lips as she thrashed in her bonds.
I’m losing my mind, she doing something to me, this feels so good. Shes a mage, it has to be a trick!
This thought was rudely interrupted as the mouths reached their destination and latched onto Vera’s soft pudgey toes with a playful grip. One by one, they began to suck gently, the warm, wet sensation sending tingling jolts up her legs and leaving her gasping between fits of giggles. The soft, obscene noises of the mimic’s mouths working on her toes distracted her from others advance towards her stomach.
“AHHHH! N-nohoho! PLEaAsE-LET-ME-GooOoOHOO!”
“There’s nowhere else as important as here for you to go, my dear,” Solene purred. Her hands trailed along Vera’s exposed belly, lightly circling her navel as more mouths attached themselves to the soft flesh just above her hips. “You see, the mimic has a particular fondness for spots most girls dont even know are sensitive. Those tender little areas between your ribs… under your breasts… that adorable toned tummy… all so terribly ticklish when given the right attention.”
As if obeying their mistress’s words the eager mouths pressed themselves firmly against her smooth belly, their plush lips vibrating to blow ticklish raspberries directly onto her sensitive skin. The absurd, wet pbbbbbt! noises echoed in the room as Vera’s laughter turned shrill.
‘NIIHIIHAHAAAEEEHAAHIIHEEeeEHEEHAHA!!!’
She squirmed and thrashed, her bound legs twitching with each humiliatingly thorough suck on her toes, alternating with soft kisses while her midriff quivered helplessly under the mimic’s relentless raspberries. She was begging constantly now between her uncontrollable laughter, but she could barely remember whether she was pleaded for it to stop or continue.
The tentacles bearing firm pedicure brushes descended next, scrubbing and swirling against Vera’s soles in erratic patterns even as the mouths kept sucking. She frantically jerked in her bonds but the mimic held her fast, tugging her ankles taut to ensure the brushes could glide without resistance. The bubbly soap scrubbed into every crevice and wrinkle as if washing away the last remnants of fight that remained in her, her feet blushing pink under the ticklish brushing.
“I CAHAHAHAN’T TAKEHEEEIT!!” Vera howled, tugging desperately against the restraints. Her voice broke into frantic, breathless laughter
“You can,” Solene whispered, gently cupping Vera’s chin and forcing her to meet her gaze. “And you will.”
Vera whimpered, her breath hitching as Solene’s fingers moved deliberately to the damp lace clinging to her hips. Solene chuckled softly at the sight of the black panties, their delicate fabric betraying the heat of Vera’s struggle. "These poor things are working so hard to hide your surrender," Solene murmured, almost sympathetically.
An arcane glow surrounded her hand as she pressed her fingertips against the lace. Vera gasped as a tingling warmth spread through the fabric. It shimmered, then began to dissolve into glistening motes of light, the lace melting away at Solene’s command. The hand lingered for a moment, caressing the now-bare skin with reverent care, the warmth a cruel, tender reminder of Vera’s utter helplessness.
“You’ve resisted so sweetly,” Solene whispered. “But now… there’s nothing left to hide.” Vera pulled at her bonds in defiance, trying to muster some retort against these ominous words but nothing came.
The Mimic’s face leered down at her as she writhed in it’s clutches. She felt the frame of the of the bed rise and fall as it belly laughed at her struggling. She tried to curse at it but was cut short by renewed hysteria as the mimic’s impossibly long tongue descended to lick and swirl at her nipples, their soft slurps leaving her gasping between fits of cackling mirth.
The appendage between her legs, however, remained almost still—hovering just close enough to tease but never touching firmly.
“Ah, and there it is,” Solene mused, watching Vera’s body squirm with mounting need. “You feel it, don’t you? The ache between your legs. The mimic knows you’re growing desperate.” She leaned in, her tongue flicking against the shell of Vera’s ear. “But it won’t let you finish. Not until I say so.”
The mimic withdrew its torments for a moment. Leaving Vera sweaty and gasping in its grip. ‘Whats happening to me... why do I feel... so’ She couldn’t bring herself to say out loud how good this was starting to feel. All the pent up worry of her old life was melting away under waves of laughter and arousal, this had to be a trick she had to escape, she had to--
‘You’re being prepared you for your new life cutie’ Solene traced her nails down Vera’s trembling thighs. “Your new job is very important, darling. Full time tickle slut. And if you perform well enough…”
Solene’s finger slipped between Vera’s legs, gently teasing her swollen clit. But just as quickly as the touch came, it disappeared, leaving the thief gasping and grinding helplessly into the air.
“…I might even let you cum sometimes.”
Vera groaned in frustration, blocking out the voice and thrashing harder as the tentacles resumed their merciless assault. She had been so close to that little cottage of her own! she had to get out of her, she had to get free. Solenes words were warm hypnotic, drawing her in, she had to escape before-
A particularly long wet rasberry on her tummy sent her into uncontrollable hysterics again. The tickling and pleasure merged together to wash away her internal resolve leaving her helpless to the sorceress’s words.
Lady Solene’s voice dripped with satisfaction as she leaned close to Vera’s flushed face, her fingers gently brushing away strands of sweat-matted hair. Her tone was low and rich, every hypnotic syllable seemed to linger in the air, soft yet commanding, as though her words were not merely suggestions but immutable truths etched into the fabric of reality.
“Oh, my darling Vera,” Solene purred, her crimson lips curling into a smile. “You thought you were a thief, a clever little schemer destined for riches and freedom. But no, my dear, you were always meant for something far grander—far more delightful.”
She traced a single, teasing nail down Vera’s trembling stomach, her touch electric against the thief’s hyper-sensitive skin. The mimic, as if on cue, let out a low, rumbling chuckle, its carved face contorting into a wicked grin. A pair of tentacles danced feather-light across Vera’s ribs, coaxing a fresh wave of helpless giggles from her quivering form.
“I will remake you,” Solene continued, her voice soft yet irresistible. “No longer a sneaky little thief but my devoted, giggling maid. By day, you’ll flutter about this manor in the tiniest of uniforms—barely enough fabric to cover those delicious curves of yours.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Your stockings will cling to your thighs, your apron will cinch that lovely waist, and you’ll dust and tidy with a smile and a giggle, ever so eager to please. But all day, beneath the smiles and curtsying, you’ll be craving this”
The monster punctuated the words with a flurry of tickling torment. Vera let out a strangled gasp, her laughter fractured as the mimic’s feathery tendrils teased the hollows of her knees and kissing mouthes pampered her feet. She was helpless to stop the truth of the sorceress’s words as they poured into her brain.
“And at night…” Solene’s voice dropped to a sultry whisper, her nails skimming along the thief’s exposed collarbone, making her shudder. “You will beg me. To be tickled, to be teased. To do every single thing I say... ”
Vera’s frantic laughter turned desperate as one final spark of resistence burned, her hips jerking as the mimic’s tendrils found new sensitive spots along her inner thighs. “N-no! Nohohoho! I—hahAHAA—I c-can’t—!”
“You will,” Solene said firmly, her words carrying the weight of undeniable truth. “You will kneel before me, confessing how much you adore being mine—how much you love the laughter, the surrender, the pleasure.”
The mimic’s laughter rose, its wooden face shaking with glee as its belly swelled, lifting Vera’s hips off the bed so her butt was raised into the air. The feathery tendrils began their delicate assault on her exposed bottom, their soft, silken tips tracing intricate patterns over her sensitive skin. Each teasing stroke sent ticklish jolts up her spine, causing her hips to jerk and twist, futilely attempting to escape the torment. “Ahahahaa! N-nohoho! Not thehehere! Plehehease!” Vera shrieked, her voice rising in pitch as the mimic’s feathery torment intensified.
“Ahahahaa! N-nohoho! Not thehehere! Plehehease!” Vera shrieked, her voice rising in pitch as the mimic’s feathery torment intensified. The tendrils moved in synchronized swirls, focusing on the delicate curve of her bottom and the tender hollows where her thighs met her hips.
To her horror, the mimic’s puckered mouths joined the fray. Their warm, wet lips pressed against her skin, planting playful, open-mouthed kisses along the soft flesh of her ass. The sensation was maddening—part ticklish, part humiliatingly intimate. The mimic's mouths vibrated slightly as they sucked, adding a layer of buzzing stimulation that sent Vera’s laughter spiraling out of control as she felt the last of her will evaporate.
“HooOhMoOREHoOOhOOOOOOOHAHAHAAA! N! PLEAHAHAHAHASE MORE!” she wailed in desperate need, her hips bucking against the unrelenting attentions of the mimic. Each movement seemed to spur the creature on, its feathery appendages tracing lighter, faster circles while the mouths playfully nibbled and kissed, leaving trails of warm tingling behind.
“And do you know what’s best of all?” Solene’s eyes gleamed as she leaned in close, her lips brushing against Vera’s ear. “You’ll thank me for it, my sweet little maid. Every. Single. Night.”
Vera’s mind spun as Solene’s words seeped into her, merging with the mimic’s relentless torment. The room filled with laughter—Vera’s hysterical cries, the mimic’s guttural chuckles, and Solene’s elegant, victorious giggle—as the thief’s resistance finally dissolved into helpless submission and words bubbled out of her mouth before she barely knew what was happening.
‘HahahAhaaHaaHEeTHAhaANKheeHeeYoUHuHhUUUuh!!!!!!’
“Of course,” Solene added with a wicked smile, “the transformation could take days to make permanent. The mimic enjoys edging its prey far more than actually finishing them. But don’t worry.” She tapped Vera’s nose with a playful smirk. “We have all the time in the world.”
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