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Hey everybody! Here is the first part of my big Halloween story. There isn't much tickling in this part since it is more or less a prologue, but I will regularly posting more segments of the story, the final segment being posted the week of Halloween. This story will be much larger in scale than anything else that I have done before and will combine all of my most popular characters into one narrative. Among them will be Renismelthin, the two devious nurses from "Thing 1 and Thing 2", Claire and Kim from my "House At The End Of The Feather" series, the witch, Lily, and of course, Jenni. Please leave comments and let me know what you think. I am really excited about this. ENJOY!
The club looked as if it were a few decades old. Claire couldn't remember exactly how she got there, but like a dreamer before the awakening, she didn't even seem to notice that she was no longer confined to the house. The club had a kind of retro, gothic look to it. A big disco ball hanging over the dance floor, but gargoyles and stone pillars for decorations. There was one entrance. You would walk in and find yourself in the bar area. A juke to the left and a few slot games to the right with the smug bartender slinging the last legal drug behind his counter. The counter itself was adorned with orange and black ribbons and small skulls. Halloween must be near, Claire thought to herself though she walked up to the counter. She looked down at one of the skulls. It had red (and very fake) gemstones in it's eyes. She started to wonder how much those gems would cost were they real when the bartender broke her concentration.
“You've got one in the hole, Claire.” The bartender informed her. She was wondering how he knew her name. It was something of a riddle to be sure. But the riddle left her mind almost involuntarily as she answered... before she could have even processed the thought.
“I don't know what I want...” She answered.
“How about a Lindsay Lohan?” He offered. His breath carried the aroma of straight whiskey.
“What's that?”
“It's a red-headed slut with a little coke in it.”
“Sounds good.” She didn't want to admit that she had never heard of Lindsay Lohan. She took the drink that he handed her all the same. She sipped it, and found it sweet. The carbonation of the soda gave it a kick. She thanked the bartender and walked away.
Once you wanted to exit the bar area and move to the dance floor, you had to pass through a pair of glass doors. Claire saw herself in the reflection of the doors and saw that she was dressed in a thoughtful, beckoning manner. Her black, lace shirt drew attention to her bountiful chest that was held firm by a black bra. She wore tight black leggings that clung to her legs and her most feminine areas like a gentle hug. Her make-up was perfect. Dark eyeshadow and ruby lipstick were all it took. She wanted to fuck herself due to how beautiful she looked. Her hair was wonderful as well. Short, black, but only slightly curled. Halfway between goth punk and housewife. After admiring herself for a few moments, she walked through the doors.
The dance floor was something out of a Whitesnake music video. Artificial smoke and laser beams flooded the area. Claire didn't recognize the music as she passed by the dancers like she was in a trance. She had made her way over to the bathrooms when a hand grabbed her wrist from behind. Claire spun around to see Kim. Of course she knew Kim. The blonde angel that had Claire's heart when she first met her all of those years ago. But this was different. They were no longer ghosts, the spirits who inhabited the town's most haunted house. No. Kim was flesh and blood. Her long hair bounced slightly with every slight movement that she made. Claire recalled times when that hair would trail over her naked skin, making her shiver. Kim wore a purple tube top and Daisy Dukes. As if her perfectly rounded and quite full ass wasn't enough, the shorts accentuated it even ore so. Kim had always had what the boys down south would refer to as 2 buns too large for the oven. Claire caught the gasp before it could escape her lips.
“Did you get the wallet?” Kim asked. Wallet? What wallet? No sooner had the thought entered Claire's mind than she felt the wallet seem to appear in her hand. She lifted the leather item for Kim to see.
“It was a total fucking bust. As thin as his prick.” Claire found herself proclaiming. She felt as if she wasn't in control of herself. Like she was a character in a film that was being viewed by some otherworldly being for their own amusement. But all she could do was play along. She wondered if Kim knew what was going on. She handed the wallet to Kim, who promptly searched it.
“Only 23 dollars? Damn. Almost all singles, too. I fucking hate that shit. He’s gotta make it look more stuffed than it is. At least tell me he didn’t put it in your mouth.” Kim was clearly upset that there was next to no money to be found but Claire wondered how Kim could ever think that she would give a guy a blowjob. Once again, however, she opened her mouth to desperately ask what the fuck was going on when different words came out.
“Nope, these pearly whites are still all natural. Besides, you know I always save my tongue for you, ****-zilla.” That sounded more or less right, albeit without the profanity. The two were supposed to be lovers. Their souls banished to that house... was this some kind of vision? Had they finally been allowed into the next world??!!
“That's fucking right.” Kim responded. Kim smiled, took Claire by the hand, and led her back into the bar area.
Shortly after the two had pulled up a couple of stools at the counter, the same male bartender approached and set rolled his knuckles against the counter.
“I see you still have your Lohan.” He nodded at Claire before turning to Kim. “And for you?” Claire noticed Kim pause, as if the strangeness of the situation was finally hitting her.
“Um... vodka. Whatever kind, I guess. Shot.” She sank back.
“You got it!” He reached under the counter to grab a bottle and began pouring. Claire leaned over to her.
“What's going on?” She whispered. She wasn't sure if Kim heard her or not. Kim didn't respond. The bartender handed her a shot glass full to the brim with clear liquid pleasure. Kim took the shot and looked back at Claire.
“I don't know. I feel like I've just joined in on something.” Kim admitted.
“Join in what?” The duo looked behind and saw a young woman. Just over 5 feet tall. She had on a tight red dress that stopped just above the knees. There were no straps. Her average breasts were pulled in tight. She had incredibly short blonde hair that didn't even reach her neck. Neither girl knew what to say as they looked upon the stranger. “Sorry, two voices like a lilting song in a place like this... very curious. I’m Sandra. Sandra White.”
“Uh, hi. I'm Claire.” The brunette extended a friendly hand. Sandra shook it gently but firmly before she turned to Kim.
“And you must be Kim.” Sandra said as she stroked her chin like a professor coming to a conclusion.
“How do you...” Kim trailed off when Sandra interrupted her.
“Seen one, seen em all, Honey. It’s a gift. Just like I know you two aren’t the type to order tequila with the intention of... eating the worm.” Sandra's crude reference to the couple's sexual relationship didn't go unnoticed.
“Our lifestyle choice is just that, Sandra: A choice.” Claire sipped her bubbly beverage.
“Hey, whatever floats your bloat. I am just wondering what would need to happen for the boat to start speeding.” Sandra wasn't being very subtle. Hell, it would have been more subtle to whack the two in the head with a dildo.
“Excuse us for a minute.” Kim took Claire's wrist again. Claire loved it when Kim was forceful. Kim walked Claire over to a corner.
“Look, this chick is making me really uncomfortable.” Kim whispered to her lover.
“Yeah, me too. And what the Hell are we doing here?” Claire asked.
“Allow me to illuminate the situation.” Sandra was suddenly right next to the girls. Sandra snapped her fingers and the barroom vanished. Kim and Claire were back in their infamous abode... with Sandra. The short young woman transformed before their eyes into her true form. Creamy pink skin, blue hair, purple lips and eyes (which were catlike in appearance) and full feminine attributes: Renismelthin.
“Oh, fucking Hell.” Kim thought out loud. “She's real.”
“I thought she was only a myth.” Claire concurred. The lesbian lovers were massive tickle fetishists. Even in death, they were well known for their perverse lifestyles. Of course they had heard the myth of Renismelthin... The Demon of Sensation... The Wielder of the Black Feather... and in modern times... The Tickle Monster. But they had never believed in such things. Even after their deaths when they were confined to their home for eternity as spirits. This was indeed a momentous occasion for them. As far as they were considered, they were meeting God. The demon took a bow with a smidge of dramatic flair.
“I take it I need no introduction.” The monster had the voice of a young teenage girl, which clashed with it's hearty, voluptuous appearance.
“You're her.” Claire managed to get out.
“I'm her. I'm him. I'm it. I am whatever I need to be, child.” Renismelthin assured her.
“What are you doing here? What do you want?” Kim asked.
“Halloween is upon us!” The demon cheered loudly. “I am free to roam and do as I wish for this one, glorious night!” She spun in place, like a ballerina, before facing the couple once again.
“And this year, I have a very specific desire.” It smiled.
“Which is?”
“Over the last few years, this town has become a beacon of activity. Tickling activity to be precise.” Renismelthin explained. “Between the two of you lavishing your spectral touches to those who enter this house... to... others.”
“What others? Who are you referring to?” Claire and Kim were beyond intrigued at this point. Renismelthin waved her hand and a kind of holographic image appeared in the center of the room atop the coffee table in front of the couch.
The image was of two identical redheads in nurses uniforms. They had average bodies, but alluring faces. Twins.
“Lori and Lana Welbrick. Better known to their customers as Thing 1 and Thing 2. these two sisters work at a local sperm bank just outside of the downtown area. They had decided that they were done with obnoxious men who wanted to donate, and that a gentle touch could go a long way in torturing, yet achieving sexual release from, their patients. Win win, I would say.” The demon had an impish grin. Kim chuckled at the idea of a sperm donor being tickled for bringing unwanted advances to the staff.
“Next.” Renismelthin waved her hand again.
This next image was of a goth girl, wrapped up nicely in a tight, black dress similar to what Morticia or Elvira would wear. Curvy, but a little athletic looking.
“This is Lily.” Renismelthin explained. “She's older than you two if you can believe it. She was born in the early 1300's.”
“How is she still alive?”
“And so beau...” Claire asked before locking eyes with Kim, “Er... youthful...?”
“She's a witch, Darling.” Renismelthin educated the girls. “The wicked witch of the West side as it were. Her spellbook kept her young and beautiful for many years. Unfortunately for her, the book was recently destroyed. She will age as any other woman from now until the end of her days. This doesn't seem to bother her much. She strips at the Peekaboo Club and is a favorite of many male... and female... patrons. She also knows a number of spells that assist her when she is feeling, well, predatory.” The demon waved her hand one more time and the image of a clown appeared.
“And who is this?” Claire inquired.
“The cream of the crop. You two very much have the love of the tickle inside of you, but believe me when I say that this girl takes it to a whole new level from what I have seen. This, ladies, is Jenni. A master manipulator, she loves to get in the heads of her victims. Almost more than she loves the act of tickling itself. She tutored Lily and awoke the tickle lust in her and has made it a regular hobby to prey on men and women alike. She has a childlike demeanor that makes her irresistible to others, but she is as diabolical a ler as I have ever witnessed.” One more wave made the image disappear. Renismelthin turned to the lovely duo. I want them here. All of them. Tonight. I want a Halloween party to remember throughout time. Those who participate and assist... will be rewarded.”
“How so?” Kim knew there was very little that Renismelthin wasn't capable of. The lascivious demon had already proven itself to be a master of illusion by making them believe that they were in the bar earlier. There could have been no other point to that than to prove it's power.
“Depends on the person. Desire is subjective. But for you two... The demon approached and stroked both Claire and Kim on the cheek. Both girls shuddered as even the simple caress seemed to tickle a little. No doubt a gift that the demon alone could boast. It's touch was enchanted. “I will give you life again. 100 years of life. You will never age in that time, and when it elapses, you will simply return to your spirit forms. But in that century, you will be lifted from your bondage, free to roam this world together as you wish... in flesh and blood.” Both girls gasped. “I see the offer is acceptable.” Renismelthin stepped back.
“We will do whatever you ask.” Claire agreed.
“Delightful.” Renismelthin nodded in approval.
“How do we contact these people?” Kim thought it an appropriate question. The two weren't exactly Facebook users.
“You leave that to me.” Renismelthin answered. “In the meantime, there is something I want from you.”
“Which is?” Claire cocked an eyebrow.
“Show me how you enjoy each other.” The beast winked. “Make use of your new flesh.” Claire and Kim had been able to play with each other as ghosts but to have brand new skin... brand new nerves... virgin territory... They kissed. They kissed passionately but softly.
“My God, Kim.” Claire felt the longing of decades.
“Leave God out of this, ladies.” The demon suggested. Kim and Claire sat together on the couch, each lifting a foot into the other's lap. They undid one another's shoes and socks. They looked at the feet in front of them with the unbearably sensual urge to touch... to tickle.
“Kim... I'm wet.” Claire said excitedly.
“Me too.” Kim blushed. They were both experiencing physical sexual arousal for the first time in a lifetime.
“Do it, my dears.” Renismelthin purred. “We will fill this house with laughter. It's sweet music will pepper these halls and echo into oblivion.”
Kim grabbed Claire's ankle and spidered her nails up and down the sole. Claire snorted, snickered, and finally erupted in girlish giggles as her nipples tightened in her bra. She reached out herself and began to wiggle Kim's toes the way that Kim used to beg her to. Kim laughed with her lover, the two finally able to play with one another the way that they hadn't been able to for so long. As they tickled and laughed, Renismelthin observed and smiled triumphantly.
Lori and Lana were leaving their work. They had no victims that day. Not to say that there weren't patients, but the twins liked to save their talents for men who deserved it and it had been nothing but gentlemen all day. Of course, that was a good thing, but it was quite boring.
“Any plans for tonight, sis?” Lori walked with her sister to the car.
“Not really.” Lana answered. “I was supposed to meet with Jim for dinner but he blew me off.”
“Sorry, Sis. So no plans for Halloween?”
“Oh shit!” Lana blurted out. “I totally forgot it was the 31st!”
“Christ, Lana.” Lori rolled her eyes. She and her sister used to have so much fun on Halloween. It broke her heart to see that the holiday was now so trivial to her. Suddenly Lori's phone went off. She pulled out her Droid to see a new Gmail message. She didn't recognize the sender's user name, but it advertised an all night Halloween party. It advertised a party. It read thusly:
LORI AND LANA WELBRICK. YOU ARE BOTH CORDIALLY INVITED TO A HALLOWEEN PARTY TONIGHT AT RENI'S HAUNTED FUNHOUSE. THERE WILL BE FRIENDS, AN OPEN BAR, LOTSA LAUGHS AND A NEW SURPRISE IN EVERY ROOM! 1825 FEATHER LANE. THE PARTY WILL RUN FROM DUSK TILL DAWN. COSTUMES ARE WELCOME!
“Oh, Lana...” Lori smiled. “Wanna go to a party?” Lori walked over to the other side of the car to show her sister the invite.
“That's strange. Who do we know who lives at on Feather Lane?”
“Nobody that I can think of, but what else is there to do? Campus will be full of idiot kids and Feather Lane is 6 miles from the University. We wouldn't have to deal with the stupidity. I wonder what it means by “A new surprise in every room.”
“Well, it says it's a Funhouse. Maybe the house has been made into a kind of carnival attraction.”
“Oh my God this sounds like fun!” Lori tittered.
“Okay, we'll make an appearance, but if it sucks, let's hit up a bar in the area. I don't feel like being at home on Halloween.”
“Of course, Lana. Hey, there might even be some cute guys there.” Lori smiled.
On the other side of town, there was laughter emitting from another house. Jenni's house...
Jenni had Minny tied spread eagle to a bondage wall in her basement. Minny had been coming to see Jenni a couple of times by now. She was overweight and had issues with her body. Her friends had told her she she should see a shrink and Jenni, though young, had come highly recommended. The first two appointments had been fairly simple. Jenni asked her many questions. Some about her childhood, others about her eating habits. Eventually, Jenni felt as though she had reached the route of the problem and suggested her controversial “Therapy” to Minny.
Now, Minny was naked and tied to the wall as Jenni had taped tiny egg vibrators under Minny's arms and the backs of her knees. Jenni herself was skittering her nails all over the middle-aged woman's belly, which was considerable. Lily was there as well, at first as an observer, but now as a helper. Lily used her power of suggestion on Minny, whispering in her ear, telling her about how ticklish she was all over her body, therefore intensifying the experience.
“AHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA EHEHEHHEHEHEHE EHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEH”
“See, Minny, it's good to see that you can laugh.” Jenni told her. “Laughing not only burns calories but it's good for the soul.” Jenni wiggled a finger in Minny's bellybutton which made the obese woman scream as Jenni and Lily giggled like shoolgirls.
“PLEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHSE STOP!”
“Do you see the truth now? Do you see how beautiful you are when you laugh? How easy it is to let go of your self-consciousness and be free?”
“YEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHESSSSS!”
“Good!”
Once Minny's session was over, she got dressed and left, promising not to tell anyone of Jenni's unorthodox techniques. Afterward, Jenni sat at her laptop while Lily poured herself a glass of wine.
“Come on, Jen. Find us something fun to do tonight. Halloween only comes once a year!”
“How about this? Apparently, there is a party tonight for a select few at a house on Feather Lane tonight. The invite doesn't say much, but we are both invited and it seems like fun. Says there will be an open bar and that we can come in costume. Says it's a Funhouse! Ooooh I wanna go! Come with me, Lily!”
Lily walked over to Jenni and sat next to her to look at the invite with her own eyes.
“Sounds kind of odd, doesn't it?” I mean, what if it's just some creep luring people into his house for God knows what?”
“I'm sure your magic can protect us.” Jenni pointed out. “Come on. Let's live a little. I have certainly made enough off of Minny today to pay for us to go somewhere else if we get there and it's a no go.”
“I wish I knew how many people would be there.” Lily finished her wine.
“Well, the invite makes it sound like there will only be so many people. I don't think there will be more than 10 or 15 if even that.”
“Jenni, your ideas have gotten us into trouble from time to time.” Lily pointed out.
“Yeah, but I always make up for it, don't I?” Jenni gave Lily that same seductive look that she always used to get her way.
“Oh, alright.” Lily conceded.
“Yay!” Jenni beamed. “Let me get my costume. I'm gonna invite Andrew, too. I bet we can have some fun with him if all else fails.”
“I'll call him right away. Let's party!”
The club looked as if it were a few decades old. Claire couldn't remember exactly how she got there, but like a dreamer before the awakening, she didn't even seem to notice that she was no longer confined to the house. The club had a kind of retro, gothic look to it. A big disco ball hanging over the dance floor, but gargoyles and stone pillars for decorations. There was one entrance. You would walk in and find yourself in the bar area. A juke to the left and a few slot games to the right with the smug bartender slinging the last legal drug behind his counter. The counter itself was adorned with orange and black ribbons and small skulls. Halloween must be near, Claire thought to herself though she walked up to the counter. She looked down at one of the skulls. It had red (and very fake) gemstones in it's eyes. She started to wonder how much those gems would cost were they real when the bartender broke her concentration.
“You've got one in the hole, Claire.” The bartender informed her. She was wondering how he knew her name. It was something of a riddle to be sure. But the riddle left her mind almost involuntarily as she answered... before she could have even processed the thought.
“I don't know what I want...” She answered.
“How about a Lindsay Lohan?” He offered. His breath carried the aroma of straight whiskey.
“What's that?”
“It's a red-headed slut with a little coke in it.”
“Sounds good.” She didn't want to admit that she had never heard of Lindsay Lohan. She took the drink that he handed her all the same. She sipped it, and found it sweet. The carbonation of the soda gave it a kick. She thanked the bartender and walked away.
Once you wanted to exit the bar area and move to the dance floor, you had to pass through a pair of glass doors. Claire saw herself in the reflection of the doors and saw that she was dressed in a thoughtful, beckoning manner. Her black, lace shirt drew attention to her bountiful chest that was held firm by a black bra. She wore tight black leggings that clung to her legs and her most feminine areas like a gentle hug. Her make-up was perfect. Dark eyeshadow and ruby lipstick were all it took. She wanted to fuck herself due to how beautiful she looked. Her hair was wonderful as well. Short, black, but only slightly curled. Halfway between goth punk and housewife. After admiring herself for a few moments, she walked through the doors.
The dance floor was something out of a Whitesnake music video. Artificial smoke and laser beams flooded the area. Claire didn't recognize the music as she passed by the dancers like she was in a trance. She had made her way over to the bathrooms when a hand grabbed her wrist from behind. Claire spun around to see Kim. Of course she knew Kim. The blonde angel that had Claire's heart when she first met her all of those years ago. But this was different. They were no longer ghosts, the spirits who inhabited the town's most haunted house. No. Kim was flesh and blood. Her long hair bounced slightly with every slight movement that she made. Claire recalled times when that hair would trail over her naked skin, making her shiver. Kim wore a purple tube top and Daisy Dukes. As if her perfectly rounded and quite full ass wasn't enough, the shorts accentuated it even ore so. Kim had always had what the boys down south would refer to as 2 buns too large for the oven. Claire caught the gasp before it could escape her lips.
“Did you get the wallet?” Kim asked. Wallet? What wallet? No sooner had the thought entered Claire's mind than she felt the wallet seem to appear in her hand. She lifted the leather item for Kim to see.
“It was a total fucking bust. As thin as his prick.” Claire found herself proclaiming. She felt as if she wasn't in control of herself. Like she was a character in a film that was being viewed by some otherworldly being for their own amusement. But all she could do was play along. She wondered if Kim knew what was going on. She handed the wallet to Kim, who promptly searched it.
“Only 23 dollars? Damn. Almost all singles, too. I fucking hate that shit. He’s gotta make it look more stuffed than it is. At least tell me he didn’t put it in your mouth.” Kim was clearly upset that there was next to no money to be found but Claire wondered how Kim could ever think that she would give a guy a blowjob. Once again, however, she opened her mouth to desperately ask what the fuck was going on when different words came out.
“Nope, these pearly whites are still all natural. Besides, you know I always save my tongue for you, ****-zilla.” That sounded more or less right, albeit without the profanity. The two were supposed to be lovers. Their souls banished to that house... was this some kind of vision? Had they finally been allowed into the next world??!!
“That's fucking right.” Kim responded. Kim smiled, took Claire by the hand, and led her back into the bar area.
Shortly after the two had pulled up a couple of stools at the counter, the same male bartender approached and set rolled his knuckles against the counter.
“I see you still have your Lohan.” He nodded at Claire before turning to Kim. “And for you?” Claire noticed Kim pause, as if the strangeness of the situation was finally hitting her.
“Um... vodka. Whatever kind, I guess. Shot.” She sank back.
“You got it!” He reached under the counter to grab a bottle and began pouring. Claire leaned over to her.
“What's going on?” She whispered. She wasn't sure if Kim heard her or not. Kim didn't respond. The bartender handed her a shot glass full to the brim with clear liquid pleasure. Kim took the shot and looked back at Claire.
“I don't know. I feel like I've just joined in on something.” Kim admitted.
“Join in what?” The duo looked behind and saw a young woman. Just over 5 feet tall. She had on a tight red dress that stopped just above the knees. There were no straps. Her average breasts were pulled in tight. She had incredibly short blonde hair that didn't even reach her neck. Neither girl knew what to say as they looked upon the stranger. “Sorry, two voices like a lilting song in a place like this... very curious. I’m Sandra. Sandra White.”
“Uh, hi. I'm Claire.” The brunette extended a friendly hand. Sandra shook it gently but firmly before she turned to Kim.
“And you must be Kim.” Sandra said as she stroked her chin like a professor coming to a conclusion.
“How do you...” Kim trailed off when Sandra interrupted her.
“Seen one, seen em all, Honey. It’s a gift. Just like I know you two aren’t the type to order tequila with the intention of... eating the worm.” Sandra's crude reference to the couple's sexual relationship didn't go unnoticed.
“Our lifestyle choice is just that, Sandra: A choice.” Claire sipped her bubbly beverage.
“Hey, whatever floats your bloat. I am just wondering what would need to happen for the boat to start speeding.” Sandra wasn't being very subtle. Hell, it would have been more subtle to whack the two in the head with a dildo.
“Excuse us for a minute.” Kim took Claire's wrist again. Claire loved it when Kim was forceful. Kim walked Claire over to a corner.
“Look, this chick is making me really uncomfortable.” Kim whispered to her lover.
“Yeah, me too. And what the Hell are we doing here?” Claire asked.
“Allow me to illuminate the situation.” Sandra was suddenly right next to the girls. Sandra snapped her fingers and the barroom vanished. Kim and Claire were back in their infamous abode... with Sandra. The short young woman transformed before their eyes into her true form. Creamy pink skin, blue hair, purple lips and eyes (which were catlike in appearance) and full feminine attributes: Renismelthin.
“Oh, fucking Hell.” Kim thought out loud. “She's real.”
“I thought she was only a myth.” Claire concurred. The lesbian lovers were massive tickle fetishists. Even in death, they were well known for their perverse lifestyles. Of course they had heard the myth of Renismelthin... The Demon of Sensation... The Wielder of the Black Feather... and in modern times... The Tickle Monster. But they had never believed in such things. Even after their deaths when they were confined to their home for eternity as spirits. This was indeed a momentous occasion for them. As far as they were considered, they were meeting God. The demon took a bow with a smidge of dramatic flair.
“I take it I need no introduction.” The monster had the voice of a young teenage girl, which clashed with it's hearty, voluptuous appearance.
“You're her.” Claire managed to get out.
“I'm her. I'm him. I'm it. I am whatever I need to be, child.” Renismelthin assured her.
“What are you doing here? What do you want?” Kim asked.
“Halloween is upon us!” The demon cheered loudly. “I am free to roam and do as I wish for this one, glorious night!” She spun in place, like a ballerina, before facing the couple once again.
“And this year, I have a very specific desire.” It smiled.
“Which is?”
“Over the last few years, this town has become a beacon of activity. Tickling activity to be precise.” Renismelthin explained. “Between the two of you lavishing your spectral touches to those who enter this house... to... others.”
“What others? Who are you referring to?” Claire and Kim were beyond intrigued at this point. Renismelthin waved her hand and a kind of holographic image appeared in the center of the room atop the coffee table in front of the couch.
The image was of two identical redheads in nurses uniforms. They had average bodies, but alluring faces. Twins.
“Lori and Lana Welbrick. Better known to their customers as Thing 1 and Thing 2. these two sisters work at a local sperm bank just outside of the downtown area. They had decided that they were done with obnoxious men who wanted to donate, and that a gentle touch could go a long way in torturing, yet achieving sexual release from, their patients. Win win, I would say.” The demon had an impish grin. Kim chuckled at the idea of a sperm donor being tickled for bringing unwanted advances to the staff.
“Next.” Renismelthin waved her hand again.
This next image was of a goth girl, wrapped up nicely in a tight, black dress similar to what Morticia or Elvira would wear. Curvy, but a little athletic looking.
“This is Lily.” Renismelthin explained. “She's older than you two if you can believe it. She was born in the early 1300's.”
“How is she still alive?”
“And so beau...” Claire asked before locking eyes with Kim, “Er... youthful...?”
“She's a witch, Darling.” Renismelthin educated the girls. “The wicked witch of the West side as it were. Her spellbook kept her young and beautiful for many years. Unfortunately for her, the book was recently destroyed. She will age as any other woman from now until the end of her days. This doesn't seem to bother her much. She strips at the Peekaboo Club and is a favorite of many male... and female... patrons. She also knows a number of spells that assist her when she is feeling, well, predatory.” The demon waved her hand one more time and the image of a clown appeared.
“And who is this?” Claire inquired.
“The cream of the crop. You two very much have the love of the tickle inside of you, but believe me when I say that this girl takes it to a whole new level from what I have seen. This, ladies, is Jenni. A master manipulator, she loves to get in the heads of her victims. Almost more than she loves the act of tickling itself. She tutored Lily and awoke the tickle lust in her and has made it a regular hobby to prey on men and women alike. She has a childlike demeanor that makes her irresistible to others, but she is as diabolical a ler as I have ever witnessed.” One more wave made the image disappear. Renismelthin turned to the lovely duo. I want them here. All of them. Tonight. I want a Halloween party to remember throughout time. Those who participate and assist... will be rewarded.”
“How so?” Kim knew there was very little that Renismelthin wasn't capable of. The lascivious demon had already proven itself to be a master of illusion by making them believe that they were in the bar earlier. There could have been no other point to that than to prove it's power.
“Depends on the person. Desire is subjective. But for you two... The demon approached and stroked both Claire and Kim on the cheek. Both girls shuddered as even the simple caress seemed to tickle a little. No doubt a gift that the demon alone could boast. It's touch was enchanted. “I will give you life again. 100 years of life. You will never age in that time, and when it elapses, you will simply return to your spirit forms. But in that century, you will be lifted from your bondage, free to roam this world together as you wish... in flesh and blood.” Both girls gasped. “I see the offer is acceptable.” Renismelthin stepped back.
“We will do whatever you ask.” Claire agreed.
“Delightful.” Renismelthin nodded in approval.
“How do we contact these people?” Kim thought it an appropriate question. The two weren't exactly Facebook users.
“You leave that to me.” Renismelthin answered. “In the meantime, there is something I want from you.”
“Which is?” Claire cocked an eyebrow.
“Show me how you enjoy each other.” The beast winked. “Make use of your new flesh.” Claire and Kim had been able to play with each other as ghosts but to have brand new skin... brand new nerves... virgin territory... They kissed. They kissed passionately but softly.
“My God, Kim.” Claire felt the longing of decades.
“Leave God out of this, ladies.” The demon suggested. Kim and Claire sat together on the couch, each lifting a foot into the other's lap. They undid one another's shoes and socks. They looked at the feet in front of them with the unbearably sensual urge to touch... to tickle.
“Kim... I'm wet.” Claire said excitedly.
“Me too.” Kim blushed. They were both experiencing physical sexual arousal for the first time in a lifetime.
“Do it, my dears.” Renismelthin purred. “We will fill this house with laughter. It's sweet music will pepper these halls and echo into oblivion.”
Kim grabbed Claire's ankle and spidered her nails up and down the sole. Claire snorted, snickered, and finally erupted in girlish giggles as her nipples tightened in her bra. She reached out herself and began to wiggle Kim's toes the way that Kim used to beg her to. Kim laughed with her lover, the two finally able to play with one another the way that they hadn't been able to for so long. As they tickled and laughed, Renismelthin observed and smiled triumphantly.
Lori and Lana were leaving their work. They had no victims that day. Not to say that there weren't patients, but the twins liked to save their talents for men who deserved it and it had been nothing but gentlemen all day. Of course, that was a good thing, but it was quite boring.
“Any plans for tonight, sis?” Lori walked with her sister to the car.
“Not really.” Lana answered. “I was supposed to meet with Jim for dinner but he blew me off.”
“Sorry, Sis. So no plans for Halloween?”
“Oh shit!” Lana blurted out. “I totally forgot it was the 31st!”
“Christ, Lana.” Lori rolled her eyes. She and her sister used to have so much fun on Halloween. It broke her heart to see that the holiday was now so trivial to her. Suddenly Lori's phone went off. She pulled out her Droid to see a new Gmail message. She didn't recognize the sender's user name, but it advertised an all night Halloween party. It advertised a party. It read thusly:
LORI AND LANA WELBRICK. YOU ARE BOTH CORDIALLY INVITED TO A HALLOWEEN PARTY TONIGHT AT RENI'S HAUNTED FUNHOUSE. THERE WILL BE FRIENDS, AN OPEN BAR, LOTSA LAUGHS AND A NEW SURPRISE IN EVERY ROOM! 1825 FEATHER LANE. THE PARTY WILL RUN FROM DUSK TILL DAWN. COSTUMES ARE WELCOME!
“Oh, Lana...” Lori smiled. “Wanna go to a party?” Lori walked over to the other side of the car to show her sister the invite.
“That's strange. Who do we know who lives at on Feather Lane?”
“Nobody that I can think of, but what else is there to do? Campus will be full of idiot kids and Feather Lane is 6 miles from the University. We wouldn't have to deal with the stupidity. I wonder what it means by “A new surprise in every room.”
“Well, it says it's a Funhouse. Maybe the house has been made into a kind of carnival attraction.”
“Oh my God this sounds like fun!” Lori tittered.
“Okay, we'll make an appearance, but if it sucks, let's hit up a bar in the area. I don't feel like being at home on Halloween.”
“Of course, Lana. Hey, there might even be some cute guys there.” Lori smiled.
On the other side of town, there was laughter emitting from another house. Jenni's house...
Jenni had Minny tied spread eagle to a bondage wall in her basement. Minny had been coming to see Jenni a couple of times by now. She was overweight and had issues with her body. Her friends had told her she she should see a shrink and Jenni, though young, had come highly recommended. The first two appointments had been fairly simple. Jenni asked her many questions. Some about her childhood, others about her eating habits. Eventually, Jenni felt as though she had reached the route of the problem and suggested her controversial “Therapy” to Minny.
Now, Minny was naked and tied to the wall as Jenni had taped tiny egg vibrators under Minny's arms and the backs of her knees. Jenni herself was skittering her nails all over the middle-aged woman's belly, which was considerable. Lily was there as well, at first as an observer, but now as a helper. Lily used her power of suggestion on Minny, whispering in her ear, telling her about how ticklish she was all over her body, therefore intensifying the experience.
“AHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA EHEHEHHEHEHEHE EHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEH”
“See, Minny, it's good to see that you can laugh.” Jenni told her. “Laughing not only burns calories but it's good for the soul.” Jenni wiggled a finger in Minny's bellybutton which made the obese woman scream as Jenni and Lily giggled like shoolgirls.
“PLEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHSE STOP!”
“Do you see the truth now? Do you see how beautiful you are when you laugh? How easy it is to let go of your self-consciousness and be free?”
“YEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHESSSSS!”
“Good!”
Once Minny's session was over, she got dressed and left, promising not to tell anyone of Jenni's unorthodox techniques. Afterward, Jenni sat at her laptop while Lily poured herself a glass of wine.
“Come on, Jen. Find us something fun to do tonight. Halloween only comes once a year!”
“How about this? Apparently, there is a party tonight for a select few at a house on Feather Lane tonight. The invite doesn't say much, but we are both invited and it seems like fun. Says there will be an open bar and that we can come in costume. Says it's a Funhouse! Ooooh I wanna go! Come with me, Lily!”
Lily walked over to Jenni and sat next to her to look at the invite with her own eyes.
“Sounds kind of odd, doesn't it?” I mean, what if it's just some creep luring people into his house for God knows what?”
“I'm sure your magic can protect us.” Jenni pointed out. “Come on. Let's live a little. I have certainly made enough off of Minny today to pay for us to go somewhere else if we get there and it's a no go.”
“I wish I knew how many people would be there.” Lily finished her wine.
“Well, the invite makes it sound like there will only be so many people. I don't think there will be more than 10 or 15 if even that.”
“Jenni, your ideas have gotten us into trouble from time to time.” Lily pointed out.
“Yeah, but I always make up for it, don't I?” Jenni gave Lily that same seductive look that she always used to get her way.
“Oh, alright.” Lily conceded.
“Yay!” Jenni beamed. “Let me get my costume. I'm gonna invite Andrew, too. I bet we can have some fun with him if all else fails.”
“I'll call him right away. Let's party!”
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