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Thought Id Try a fiction this time
Attention This Story Contains Some Sexual Content So If Your Not Into That Stop Here!!!!
Feedback Is Appreciated As Usual! Thanks
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Jeff stood up from a kneeling position as he finished running his eyes over a map he held. A bead of sweat rolled down from his red bandana into his face.
He looked back at his team of ten other men now each holding machete’s.
He turned now to face his team with a firey stare, what a super ambitious he was. His job required him to invade foreign lands and to bring back or recover any resources or artifacts of value. He was a tomb raider of sorts.
Rays of light reflected on the side of his face and bandana. Underneath the bandana he hid his dark brown short hair. He stood 5’8 age 25, tanned skin with a tight fitting black shirt tracing his athletic body. His long khaki pants had small dirt smudges on them, and his hiking boots were soaked in the brown slush underfoot.
Ten other men followed him, cutting through the jungle like terrain.
“Ok we must be close, according to the map were about ….mmm… Id say a couple of miles from the first village in this area. Lets keep hiking and we can stop there to rest and replenish our supplies.”
He waved his hand forward and walked as his team followed him.
“We cant afford to slack boys, if you cant keep up get left behind!” He said speeding up now.
He had to rush his team to the goal point and back. His companies choppers would be back soon to pick them up and they could not miss their deadline.
His boots squished and squashed through the muddy turf. He and his team cut through the jungle and vine thicket sweating and heaving.
Finally after minutes more of chopping and slashing through jungle, they arrived at a clearing. There was a huge wooden sign above and Jeff read aloud.........
“Village of the Yellow Pikka’s??? Yess!!! We Made It Men!”
He smiled and squinted at some smaller print right below the huge writing carved on the sign.
“Greed Will Destroy Mankind? “ “Hmph“ He ignored the message, now rejoicing with his team on the find.
“Ok we have two hours until our chopper team arrives for pick up. Lets gather all the fruits we can and any loot you find. Move! don’t get left behind.”
The team spread out throughout the village observing, walking slowly. Jeff is the first one to walk through and notices that not a sound can be heard.
*Hehe… they aren’t even home. Like taking candy from a baby* His ego grew just thinking about reaping the rewards of his find.
He stares at the huts the inhabitants live in. They have straw roofs, mud floors and stone walls. He ducks under the door of one and peeks in to have a look around.
Upon entering his eyes immediately shoot open, and his draw drops at the sight he observes.
In the middle of the hut a man stands nude. He is gagged with some cloth, hands tied above his head hanging from the ceiling, with his back against some pole. His head hangs down panting and sweating, he looked delirious.
Jeff shivered in fright as he observed the man hanging there. He had never encountered anything like this before.
*My god, the natives here must be using torture.* He thought at first. But Strangely he looked the man’s body up and down, and saw no marks, nor blood or bruises.
He started to untie the nearly unconscious man, when ruckus outside the tents startled him.
“Aggggggghhhhhhhh It’s a trap Jeff!!!”
Outside he could hear one of his team members Tom, screaming but weakly. His sounds were muffled as if he was being subdued or wrestled down. Jeff reached into his bag and pulled out his emergency weapon, a 44 magnum pistol. He always carried it on every exploration for an occasion just as this.
He threw the flaps of the hut aside sloppily, and held his pistol with both hands. The sight before him shocked him.
He saw a vast group of Amazon like women flooding in from the deserted side of the village. They overran his crew, stampeding back to the huts. They attacked his men and had subdued most of them completely. He saw his second in command Tom struggling under two women, each pinning him on his back holding his arms and legs.
He noticed they did not quite look like regular women. They were extremely toned and tough looking but still slim. They wore one or two piece clothing that resembled bathing suits. They seemed to be made of animal skins.
And their eyes......their eyes were all sorts of unusual colorations. They glimmered strange shades of green, yellow, and even pink, with a stare that seemed to see right through him.
He pointed the revolver at the two women pinning Tom.
“You guys were taken by a group of women? Hmph…..What kind of men are you?”
“Whatever the case ladies we have a job to do so if you would kindly step aside.” He said in a condescending manner.
They only stared at him silently with those exotic eyes and smirked, seemingly unphased by his aggression.
He still held his pistol, but on the ground he saw a figure’s shadow moving closer and closer to him from behind. The figure jumped on him, and grabbed the wrist in which he held the gun.
“GOD Damnit!” He screamed wrestling with this unknown figure. He turned to see its face and saw another woman, about his age. She had Pocahontas like long black silky hair and a strong build. Her eyes burned with a light purple shade.
“What were you gonna do with this?” She smirked grabbing his wrist tighter, and raising it into the air so that the gun pointed away from her. He swore he tried to pull his arm down, but it wouldn’t budge. She seemed to be man handling him.
“BAaammm! BAMM! BAAM!” His finger pulled the trigger as his nerves took control and his heart pounded. His shots just flew into the sky hitting nothing as she raised his arm more and more into the air.
*What a friking Grip!!*
“AGgghhhh!” He grunted tearing his arm loose and dropping his gun. He stood now in a fighting stance against the shorter but apparently stronger woman.
“Mhm….” She just grinned and stood watching him, tucking her hands behind her back.
Anger ruled him, and as his frustrations mounted from being dominated by this woman. His temper boiled over and he ran towards her wildly, thrusting his fist towards her. He thought for sure he would make contact and stand over her body. Shockingly, he looked up to see he had hit nothing but air. Its as if she had suddenly vanished.
His body froze with his fist extended. *Impossible??! No Human is That Fast?!*
His head turned slowly and out of the corner of his eye he spotted her black hair waving around his chest and neck. He felt her chin now rest on his shoulder, and her hands snuck around to hug his tummy.
“Hehe .” She giggled softly in his ear.
He turned quickly again, trying to catch a glimpse of her, but again she vanished with lightning like speed. She reappeared in front of him with an amused smirk on her face.
“Impossible??” He said swearing his eyes betrayed him.
She stuck her hand out and blew some light pink powder right into his face.
“Maaaggh” He grunted backing up and feeling drowsy suddenly. He dropped to his knees, the darkness catching him fast.
He looked into those purple eyes one more time before he passed out.
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“Mmmmphhh” he grunted. Some amount of time later he came to.
He shook his head as he awoke now back inside one of the huts. The first thing he tried to do was stand, but he noticed his feet did not touch the ground and his hands couldn't either. He was tied in the same exact position the man he saw before was. His hands were tied over his head, his back supported by the post in the middle of the hut. He was kneeling but his knees weren’t against the floor. They rested against some type of blocks and elevated him quite a distance from the ground. His legs each reached around the post and his feet dangled off in the air.
He felt a lot lighter, his muddy boots no longer weighed him down, and his sweaty clothes didn't stick to him anymore. They had all been removed rendering him bare ass naked, with the exception of his bandana.
He was staring at his clothes that had been thrown to the corner until someone walked in to join him. It was the same girl that had man handled, and utterly over powered him earlier. He still wondered how she managed to damn near teleport away from him, and rough him up so easily.
“Hi there, I see your finally awake.” She flashed a quick smile, and glared at him with her purple eyes. She looked his bare body up and down, liking what she saw.
He also had a better look at her now. She wore a tiger skin two piece and was barefoot with some bracelets around her neck, wrists, and ankles. Her hips were quite thick, though her frame was so slim. She looked to be about his age with a gorgeous face, and hypnotizing lavender eyes.
“Hmph whatever you have planned Isn’t gonna work. You might as well let us go.”
“You talk as if im in the wrong. Very passionate for a common thief.” She taunted.
“How the hell did you do that? Ive never seen anything that fast or that strong? You couldn’t be....... human??”
She crossed her arms and looked down on him. “Well, there are many unusual things that exist here in the Land of the Yellow Pikka’s.”
“That’s why your hear isn’t it? To steal from us? To explore as you say? To rob us of our resources and valuables, and hand them to the pigs you work for?”
Surprised she knew the situation so well, he responded.
“Hmph Its hardly stealing…… I simply take what is rightfully ours. If people don’t have the power to hold onto things then they are not worthy of them. If there is nothing to stop us we should do as we please……Why not?”
“It’s the law of nature honey…that’s all. Eat or be eaten ya know?” He added almost talking down to her in his position.
She squinted at him hard. “Is that so? Well I hope you stick to that philosophy.” she says now moving in.
“We have............ unusual ways of teaching outsiders lessons here.”
She gives a few quick pokes to his midsection, and his reactions are little to none.
“What are you doing???” He said in a commanding tone as if he was still in control.
“Hmm not to sensitive............ yet.”
“Sensitive???” He said confused.
She then wiggled her nails in his hairy armpits trying again to get a reaction, but again none came.
He stared back giving her a crazy look.
“Sensative? You mean like….Like ticklish??”
“Huh, oh boy, is this your torture? Listen…… I've been all over the earth with cuts, injuries, bruises and tickling is what will break me? I don’t think so haha.” His arrogance and ignorance were as blatant as the heat.
She walked over to the table and grabbed a yellow pear shaped fruit.
“Well lets hope that’s true, because this has been known to reduce even the toughest men to squealing ticklish boys.”
“Do you know why this fruits color is yellow?” She held it cutting it into four slices. The sweet juices dripped all over her hands.
“Don’t care” He snapped back.
“Yellow is the color of laughter, as you’ll soon learn. Now be a good boy and say Ahhhh!”
He clenched his teeth and tensed his jaw, flashing her a look of defiance.
“Hehehe…… feisty….mmm?” She purred. "Wont you open up for me?"
She cupped his balls with her other hand, massaging them lightly fiddling with his shaft a little.
“MmmUGHhhhhhhhh!” He let out an involuntary moan, and his hips started trembling. When his mouth opened she stuffed the slice of juicy yellow fruit in.
*Protesting everything as I expected* She thought watching him chew it and swallow. She raised her hand and licked it clean smirking at him.
“Cough! Fruit? That’s the best you got??”
She ignored him and walked over again. “Now....Lets try this again.”
She started at him again, circling one finger nail all around his tanned belly. The entire time she patrolled his face for reactions.
He stood there confidently still not reacting. But slowly the juice seemed to seep into his very flesh. He felt sensations bubble up in him, and his skin had a little more give now.
His midsection gave the slightest twitch as her teasing inspection continued. It was barley noticeable, but of course she caught it.
As her finger continued to probe him he slowly got more and more sensitive, and soft murmuring giggle rolled from his lips.
“AHehehe.. Quit it.”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh quit? Quit what?” She said smirking and continuing.
She cocked her head to the side curiously, knowing it only gets better from here. Now she added five fingers raking his flesh, sliding each finger over as much of his sculpted belly as she could. Her nails just raked over his abs, admiring the definition feeling his sculpt.
The feeling was driving him mad. He could almost feel the laughter climbing up his throat, stemming from her tickling nails.
“What the fucks going on here?? Heheheheeeee Ive never been ticklish In my LifeHehehehe! What Kinda trickisthissshahahaha?”
“Ahhhh the wonders of the Pikka fruits hehe.” She kept on still not letting up yet.
He gives into the sensations and starts to squirm crazily. He can move nowhere, but his midsection twists and flinches best It can. He struggles to shut his mouth and stop giggling but he just cant. Whatever the fruit did to him was certainly taking its toll.
“MmmSTopppHeheheehhehe What the FuckHahahahahahaha” He squeals through his bitten lip, and coughs up laugher.
She stopped, satisfied that he was now ticklish.
“HRmgh…….What the hell did you do to me? What was in that? ” He said sounding a little less sure of himself this time.
This time he had a little tremble In his voice. His thick mental armor showed signs of weakness. His muscles that he thought to be his impenetrable armor, were now betraying him. His abs especially felt so sensitive.
“Ohhh you should have done your research thief. The juice of the yellow Pikka makes its victims skin more sensitive……...”
“Now, I will be asking you a few questions. I hope you’ll be a nice thief and answer them.”
“First question, what is your name?”
“Jeffery” he answered reluctantly but answering none the less. His attention wanders for a minute, as he looks down at his own body doing a double take on his position.
“Good and who do you work for? Who sent you to our lands?”
“……………………Hmph I may be a little jumpy now, but if you honestly think tickling will……”
“Hehe Men.” She said cutting him short. She wiggled up and down his muscled sides fast, poking his ribs as well.
“I cant tell Yoooouhahahahahahahaa I catnhahahahahahahahaaaa Company Policy!”
Her fingers tickle harder and faster now.
“You cant..Aww.......You cant or you wont Jeff???”
She never hesitated or backed off for a second. She was determined not to slow down, until he told her what she wanted to know.
“FIINNNDDD! Their Called F.I.N.DAhahahahahahaha…For god Sakes!”
“FIND? And what exactly do they want? What country are they from?” She stopped now to hear him clearly.
“Hmph” He scoffed, his lip twitching slightly.
She shook her head and started wiggling her fingers on his sides again.
“And what country are they from.............. What do they want?” She repeated again not accepting his stalling. Her fingers just wiggled and wiggled, exploring every column of his toned abs.
“Ahahahahahahahaha United Stateshahahahahahaaa STATESS!!!Hahahhahahaa Fruit Fruits!! They want Your Fruits!!Hahahahaha!”
“Ahh I see an American boy huh? Weve had a few of you pass through here.” She said removing her hands.
“Huff Hufff….Just what are you? An alien? A monster?........Purple eyes??...... How??”
“A monster? Haha no Im a woman just like any other. As I said, the Pikka Fruits have various benefits Jeff. All the more reason you should never get your hands on them.” She said now wiggling one finger in his face.
“Many travelers and thieves from all over come here in search of this island’s secrets, and all but a lucky few have ended up like you.”
Her fingers left his sides, now they tickled and creeped their way up to his pits.
“I told you everything You wanted to Knowww…..Hahahahaha Let me go??!!”
“Thank you for that………..but your punishment isn't over. Didn’t you read the sign at the entrance? Greed will destroy mankind? Now you understand a little don’t you? Look what its doing to you.”
His body screamed more, as her fingers slowly spidered up to his pits. As soon as her fingers touched down, his pecs tightened, and he gave a mighty tug that shook the post that held him.
“Ahhhhheeeeeeeee! HAhahahahahahahaaa This is to much!” He tugged and tugged his strong arms, but they did him no good now. He just couldn’t manage to pull those arms down to protect himself.
“Yes youll surely learn your lesson this time.................. wont you Jeffy?”
His shoulder shrugged and his upper body tugged and wiggled, trying to flee her torturous touch.
“SHIThahahahahahaha!”
All of her attention focused on his underarms.
He almost screamed, losing control of his reactions. He bounced his body up and down in frustration. Slowly but surely the tickling conquered him. He had never felt this helpless.......this vulnerable at any ones hands.
She removed her fingers from his open pits, and his body fell limp again. His head hung, and he panted trying to recover. She certainly did not want to waste all his energy on just his armpits.
Now she walked around behind to his bound elevated feet. Without giving him a break she kneeled down and raked all ten of her finger nails along his soles, tracing his deep arches, making his long toes wiggle. Occasionally she would peel his toes back and softly caress the undersides of them.
“Imm GOnna!!....Get awayBahahahahahahahahahahahaaha Stop… Shit! Keheheheee!!!”
She saw him getting fatigued and halted again. “Hmm lets not run your battery down yet huh?” She said as the tickling on his soles got lighter and slowly came to a stop.
“Huff Huff Huff….You amazons…You cant keep me here forever, more men are going to come for you with guns. Then what?”
“Let them come, we see how much good your gun did you didn’t we?”
She walked out of the hut now leaving him to recover. Now that he could breathe and asses his surroundings, he heard the faint yelps of his comrades. He thought he could hear Tom somewhere, giggling like he was insane.
He thought about what was happening to him, and visualized Tom going through the same or maybe worse treatment.
His eyes popped again as she returned with a few things in her hand. First his eyes were drawn to the bright colors of the new Pikka fruits she had with her. One was a Plump red fruit and the other was a bright green fruit resembling a mango. In addition she had a jar full of squirming furry caterpillars, and a strange looking feather.
She reached into the jar pulling out many of the furry caterpillar creatures. She placed them on various spots on his body. She plopped one on his neck, a few on his abs, some on his legs, soles and even some on his back.
“Don’t worry these are not poisonous, they are however.............. attracted to warm, moist places…….you do the math.”
“Mmmgrrph” A whiny sort of whimper escaped him, thinking of what was about to happen.
The crawlers suddenly awaken almost on cue. They wriggle and wiggle around heading for the damp warm spots on Jeff’s body. Their spiky furs and wiggling legs are sure to put a tickling touch on any human’s skin.
The caterpillars spread and wiggled around his body. Some dance over his abs tracing the lines of his muscles. One nestled into his slightly hairy and moist navel, satisfied with its new home. Two went their separate ways, and ended up nesting in the hair of his pits, just vibrating and shaking around. The few on his back climbed slowly from the small of his back, up to his shoulder blades slowly. A few climb his soles, and one sits between his toes.
Jeff lost it. If he had any ability to try and act cool or play off his feelings, they all went to hell now. His mouth gaped wide again, and laughter gushed from his lips uncontrollably.
“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP THEM! STOP THEM PLEASE!” He begged for the first time in this session.
“Your powerless to stop me aren't you Jeff?” She grabbed his chin, holding it with two fingers at attention. She watched and relished every agonizing expression on his face.
“YESSKKHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YESSS!!”
“Now you know how all the people you’ve ever robbed feel. As you said it’s a natural concept right? If you are powerless to stop me then I should keep going isn’t that right??”
“NOOOO!! I MEAN YESHAHHAAHAHAHA I DON’T KNOW…….. JUST STOP!!!! PLEASE IM SORRY ILL NEVER STEAL AGAIN!! NEVERHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! ILL RETIRE!!!”
She let them crawl along his sensitive body for quite some while. The caterpillars explored innocently, unaware of the torture they caused this young man. His body cried buckets of sweat, and these creepy crawlers scurried over his skin.
She watched him carefully laughing uncontrollably like a child, sweating, panting and squealing. Strangely though, a little feeling bubbled up in her. She felt great pleasure at watching this arrogant male suffer, but at the same time she felt some overwhelming warmth for him. She had grown somewhat attached to him, she couldnt block her growing feelings for him, despite his irritating egotism.
She looked at his handsome face, and his twitching body and couldn’t deny her lust for him.
*No ive just been out in the heat to long…….I couldn’t be attracted to such a vile……Hmm…. but hes so….*
She was awakened from her day dreams by his screams climbing in sound.
“GOODD PLEASE GET THESE OFF!! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I SAID IM SORRYYHAAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEE!”
“Greed shall destroy mankind remember that Jeff.” She responded calmly, as if unaware of his torment.
Oh how he begged and pleaded with her. He would have told her anything at that moment to stop the tickling, even if it was a lie. But her face told the story. She was enjoying his torment to much to let him go yet.
She crossed her arms and squinted at him, satisfied with his submission. She let him suffer a bit more before she quickly brushed the caterpillars off. She could tell he was close to loosing his mind. Their crawling had stopped, but he was still laughing and laughing as if still being tickled.
She rubbed his belly and combed her fingers through his hair trying to calm him. She fanned him a little to cool him down, but it was in vein. His eye lids got heavy, and his eyes closed halfway. He was out of it, actually passing out.
She thought quickly. “Ohh ohh don’t wana lose you Jeff. Jeff look at meee.” She said his eyes closing more and more as she talked.
She quickly shoved a slice of the green fruit into his mouth telling him to chew fast and swallow. He followed her instructions feebly, he was almost completely unconscious.
Suddenly he felt his body kick. He felt a Jolt of Warmth shoot through his entire body from head to toe. His eyes shot wide open, and all his muscles seemed to be somehow rejuvenated. He felt good, his energy was restored. He felt exactly as he did before the tickle torment had started.
“MMmphhh What Was that?? I feel Mmm mmmmMph….” He said chewing and talking at the same time, gobbling his snack up.
“Green Pikka fruit, the recovery fruit. This will get you back to tip top shape like nothing ever happened.”
“Whoo much better.” He said with a little pep in his voice.
“Take a piece of this one to.” She waved a slice of the dripping red fruit in his face.
“What does this one do?”
“Youll see…..Ahee.....…” She stuffed it once again into his mouth. It tasted different than the others, it was spicy...........spicy and sugary. As it went down he felt it tingling in the back of his throat. The tingling was similar to the ones candy pop rocks give.
He looked down at his body not feeling any different.
“Give it a minute Jeffy.”
Soon after she said this he felt a tingling down in his nether region. He heard a liquid like sound, and He felt his member stand at attention full within seconds.
“BLOOOPPPP!” His penis filled and swelled almost instantly. It was humongous the biggest he had ever seen it. He was swollen so quickly, on the tip of exploding. It pointed straight at her seemingly begging for attention.
“What the hell??”
“There it is hehehe” She walked closer now grabbing his swollen shaft.
He was so swollen and throbbing, his cock glowed an agitated shade of purple. He was so swollen that pleasure actually caused him pain. She ran her nail down his purple hardness, making him screech desperately.
“UUUugggghhhhhhhhhggggoogooooodddddddddd….ppppllleeassseeeeeed ddddonnnnntttttt!!!”
“You see that red fruit is the fruit of pleasure. You can see why.” She hissed, running her eyes down to his cock and back to meet his eyes again.
He started sweating again, this time in nervousness. His body stiffened up as if he had been petrified, anticipating the teasing to come.
“This fruit only fills you up, it doesn't…………………… let you erupt if you know what I mean..? Your relief is still up to me.”
“God, you wouldn’t be this cruel?? Don’t play with me like this!”
“If you have the power to stop me then do….if not let natures law rule.”
She went back to the table and picked up that strange looking feather. It was quite long, with one stiff feather at the tip, and multiple feathers that sprout from the sides.
She fiddled it under his chin and on his neck for a little, just teasing him.
“Meheheheheee…Please don’t!” He squealed.
She just grinned and tapped the feather on the head of his cock, making him jump and tweak his neck. She could smell anxiety seeping out of him, and see the worry in his face. His forehead became wrinkled, revealing his worry.
“Mmm….just stop me anytime…..if your powerful enough.” She mocked him, as she stroked the tip of the feather under the soft skin of his balls, and over his shaft.
“OhhhhhhHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa…..Stop it Im SO SORRY!!! KeHaHaHaHaHa STOPP THIS PLEAASSEE Kehehehehehahahahaaa UGGHH!!!”
She giggled a little herself, watching him squirm and gyrate in laughter and overwhelming pleasure. She bit her lip drawing her face in close, her body just barely resting on his. What a tease she was, she knew that making contact with him would only intensify his experience.
He moaned softly as she made him her little puppet. With every slow stroke of her feather, his body would jump best it could in its restraints. As soon as she stopped his body relaxed, until it started all over.
Stroke after stroke after stroke he grew hornier and hornier with no relief in sight. He couldn’t help himself as his primal instincts took hold. Jeff thrust his hips forward trying to hump his tormentor. He just tried desperately to find relief any way he could. His member was so bloated and hard. It could have been used to smash boulders.
He couldn't hold out anymore, he burst hard screaming and spurting all over the side of the hut.
Pain, pleasure, and relief all came in one huge wave swallowing his mind. Screaming, bucking, and moaning he finally managed to escape his predicament. This was the most intense orgasm he had ever had.
“Now who told you to go and do that? I wasn’t done, we'll have to start all over again.” She said grabbing another slice of the red fruit.
“Yes....... intense isn’t it thief? We have things in this land that can make any man's knees buckle hehe.”
His body could finally rest a little, his head fell back against the post, and his back relaxed against it. He hung his head sweating buckets again. She patted his damp hair, rubbing his head like a dog.
“Hufff….huff huff please…please let me go!”
“You still have enough strength to talk? Mm….tough little American boy.”
She fed him another slice of the red pleasure fruit. Within seconds he was just as swollen as before, still shivering from his last explosion.
She gave him a short break before going at him again. When she was ready her multiple feathers device graced his skin again. She stroked her feather contraption over his abs, making his body ignore its masters will, and squirm wildly. Her feather also revisited his forested armpits.
He crumbled to laughter again, slamming his shoulder against the post he was bound to, trying to relieve the tickling sensation.
“What Do you want??!!!! HAHAHAhHAHAHAHA You’ve WON!! WHAT?? HAHAHAHA!! IM TO SENSATIVE!!! KEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA” He kept screaming as her tickling wouldn’t let up.
“Your what??”
“ SENSITIVE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAA!!!!!” He screamed again and again wiggling like a worm.
She paid his begging little attention. Her feather trailed down from his tummy, following the faded hairline that lead from his belly button to his manhood. As her feather moved so did she, her body slowly following the path of the feather downwards................downwards until her face was level with his cock.
When she arrived, she licked and sucked him into orgasmic explosion this time. She was determined to decorate the hut walls with his juices.
It was a continuous cycle, feed him, plump his member, tickle him to death, make him shoot and do it again. She repeated the process at least four times. Four back to back earth shattering orgasms and tickle torture sessions. His body was so worn, and his cock so overtaxed despite her feeding him the recovery fruit
He lay there now in his bonds on the verge of passing out.
“You know………..You asked me what I wanted? What do I want? Good question….But the real question is................... what do you want?”
She released him from his bonds satisfied that her torment had broken him. He fell flat on his face on the mud floor of the hut. His hard breath pushed a few loose blades of grass around the floor.
She layed down on the floor facing him, her head resting on one elbow. She eyed him lustfully, stroking her hands through his hair.
“Did you really hate that as much as you claim you did? Do you really just want to return to your normal life? Schlepping from land to land being someone’s chore boy?”
“You to be honest, are one of the few that have survived our torments. And you survived without turning into a drooling vegetable. You are strong, still a tough man after all of this, one of the most insistent ive ever seen. So just what do you want?”
He whispered weakly.
“Uhhh…. I want…. I want to be the old me……Not ticklish anymore…..Uhhhh”
She closed her eyes kissing his forehead.
“Sorry Jeff that’s impossible, the effects of the Yellow Pikka are irreversible.”
“But if you could have something else what would it be?? You could return to your home, yes that’s fine, but wouldn’t you much rather………………………….stay and be our king?”
His eyebrows arched up still panting on the floor.
“Your choice, either way you are free to walk out now.” She said her big purple eyes staring at him, awaiting his answer.
The sun set that night, and rose signifying a new day. In the morning the stomps of feet through the jungle marshland sounded off again. They were more men from the F.I.N.D organization, coming in search of Jeff and his missing team.
They stumbled out of the jungle running past the wooden signs, not even reading the words on them. They ran into the village searching the huts and looking over the horizon for any signs of life. As they searched the sun reflected off their black uniforms.
Off in the distance the faint sound of many bodies running could be heard. Just like before a huge wave of Amazon women charged from the outskirts of the village, but this time something was different. At the head of the charge was one man.
“Jeff??” The team leader asked puzzled by what he was doing. Sure enough it was Jeff, leading the charge against his own company.
He had a tribal like outfit on and was wearing some type of strange necklace, animal skins and a few other unusual things.
The invading team recognized him, but prepared to fire anyway. Just as the leader was about to give the order, they seemed to suddenly disappear into thin air.
The head soldier suddenly felt hands rest on each side of his shoulders. He turned his head nervously to see Jeff’s now bright red eyes staring at him, his hair wild, his grip abnormally strong. On his other shoulder he saw a woman, the very same woman that had led the charge before. She was now the woman known as Jeff’s purple eyed queen.
“Hehe….Hmmm just as I thought the company sent more of their dogs to find us. Wonder who exactly you are?” He said, with his confidence renewed. He seemed to be in an unusually light hearted mood.
He grabbed the soldiers mask and removed it slowly. He recognized the man immediately as another one of his friends.
“Ahhh huh huh, well sorry to tell you my friend Im not into that line of work anymore….as you can see..”
The soldier stared back frozen in disbelief. Jeff looked him face to face now feeling of nostalgia, remembering when he was in this very same predicament.
Jeff raised one brow and walked away. “Well my wife, lets not waste anymore time here, you wana take this one?” He said looking back at his purple eyed girl.
“Yessss certainly ill have some fun with him.” They said stripping the men of their weapons and leading them into the huts. His queen smiled once more at Jeff walking his old friend into a hut. Her amazon counterparts did likewise with their prey.
Jeff simply stood there relaxed and observed the beautiful land he was now in charge of. He relaxed placing his arms behind his head and let the breeze and sun caress him.
“Mmmmmm hey when your right your right. Greed will destroy mankind ..hehe.”
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Jeff stood up from a kneeling position as he finished running his eyes over a map he held. A bead of sweat rolled down from his red bandana into his face.
He looked back at his team of ten other men now each holding machete’s.
He turned now to face his team with a firey stare, what a super ambitious he was. His job required him to invade foreign lands and to bring back or recover any resources or artifacts of value. He was a tomb raider of sorts.
Rays of light reflected on the side of his face and bandana. Underneath the bandana he hid his dark brown short hair. He stood 5’8 age 25, tanned skin with a tight fitting black shirt tracing his athletic body. His long khaki pants had small dirt smudges on them, and his hiking boots were soaked in the brown slush underfoot.
Ten other men followed him, cutting through the jungle like terrain.
“Ok we must be close, according to the map were about ….mmm… Id say a couple of miles from the first village in this area. Lets keep hiking and we can stop there to rest and replenish our supplies.”
He waved his hand forward and walked as his team followed him.
“We cant afford to slack boys, if you cant keep up get left behind!” He said speeding up now.
He had to rush his team to the goal point and back. His companies choppers would be back soon to pick them up and they could not miss their deadline.
His boots squished and squashed through the muddy turf. He and his team cut through the jungle and vine thicket sweating and heaving.
Finally after minutes more of chopping and slashing through jungle, they arrived at a clearing. There was a huge wooden sign above and Jeff read aloud.........
“Village of the Yellow Pikka’s??? Yess!!! We Made It Men!”
He smiled and squinted at some smaller print right below the huge writing carved on the sign.
“Greed Will Destroy Mankind? “ “Hmph“ He ignored the message, now rejoicing with his team on the find.
“Ok we have two hours until our chopper team arrives for pick up. Lets gather all the fruits we can and any loot you find. Move! don’t get left behind.”
The team spread out throughout the village observing, walking slowly. Jeff is the first one to walk through and notices that not a sound can be heard.
*Hehe… they aren’t even home. Like taking candy from a baby* His ego grew just thinking about reaping the rewards of his find.
He stares at the huts the inhabitants live in. They have straw roofs, mud floors and stone walls. He ducks under the door of one and peeks in to have a look around.
Upon entering his eyes immediately shoot open, and his draw drops at the sight he observes.
In the middle of the hut a man stands nude. He is gagged with some cloth, hands tied above his head hanging from the ceiling, with his back against some pole. His head hangs down panting and sweating, he looked delirious.
Jeff shivered in fright as he observed the man hanging there. He had never encountered anything like this before.
*My god, the natives here must be using torture.* He thought at first. But Strangely he looked the man’s body up and down, and saw no marks, nor blood or bruises.
He started to untie the nearly unconscious man, when ruckus outside the tents startled him.
“Aggggggghhhhhhhh It’s a trap Jeff!!!”
Outside he could hear one of his team members Tom, screaming but weakly. His sounds were muffled as if he was being subdued or wrestled down. Jeff reached into his bag and pulled out his emergency weapon, a 44 magnum pistol. He always carried it on every exploration for an occasion just as this.
He threw the flaps of the hut aside sloppily, and held his pistol with both hands. The sight before him shocked him.
He saw a vast group of Amazon like women flooding in from the deserted side of the village. They overran his crew, stampeding back to the huts. They attacked his men and had subdued most of them completely. He saw his second in command Tom struggling under two women, each pinning him on his back holding his arms and legs.
He noticed they did not quite look like regular women. They were extremely toned and tough looking but still slim. They wore one or two piece clothing that resembled bathing suits. They seemed to be made of animal skins.
And their eyes......their eyes were all sorts of unusual colorations. They glimmered strange shades of green, yellow, and even pink, with a stare that seemed to see right through him.
He pointed the revolver at the two women pinning Tom.
“You guys were taken by a group of women? Hmph…..What kind of men are you?”
“Whatever the case ladies we have a job to do so if you would kindly step aside.” He said in a condescending manner.
They only stared at him silently with those exotic eyes and smirked, seemingly unphased by his aggression.
He still held his pistol, but on the ground he saw a figure’s shadow moving closer and closer to him from behind. The figure jumped on him, and grabbed the wrist in which he held the gun.
“GOD Damnit!” He screamed wrestling with this unknown figure. He turned to see its face and saw another woman, about his age. She had Pocahontas like long black silky hair and a strong build. Her eyes burned with a light purple shade.
“What were you gonna do with this?” She smirked grabbing his wrist tighter, and raising it into the air so that the gun pointed away from her. He swore he tried to pull his arm down, but it wouldn’t budge. She seemed to be man handling him.
“BAaammm! BAMM! BAAM!” His finger pulled the trigger as his nerves took control and his heart pounded. His shots just flew into the sky hitting nothing as she raised his arm more and more into the air.
*What a friking Grip!!*
“AGgghhhh!” He grunted tearing his arm loose and dropping his gun. He stood now in a fighting stance against the shorter but apparently stronger woman.
“Mhm….” She just grinned and stood watching him, tucking her hands behind her back.
Anger ruled him, and as his frustrations mounted from being dominated by this woman. His temper boiled over and he ran towards her wildly, thrusting his fist towards her. He thought for sure he would make contact and stand over her body. Shockingly, he looked up to see he had hit nothing but air. Its as if she had suddenly vanished.
His body froze with his fist extended. *Impossible??! No Human is That Fast?!*
His head turned slowly and out of the corner of his eye he spotted her black hair waving around his chest and neck. He felt her chin now rest on his shoulder, and her hands snuck around to hug his tummy.
“Hehe .” She giggled softly in his ear.
He turned quickly again, trying to catch a glimpse of her, but again she vanished with lightning like speed. She reappeared in front of him with an amused smirk on her face.
“Impossible??” He said swearing his eyes betrayed him.
She stuck her hand out and blew some light pink powder right into his face.
“Maaaggh” He grunted backing up and feeling drowsy suddenly. He dropped to his knees, the darkness catching him fast.
He looked into those purple eyes one more time before he passed out.
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“Mmmmphhh” he grunted. Some amount of time later he came to.
He shook his head as he awoke now back inside one of the huts. The first thing he tried to do was stand, but he noticed his feet did not touch the ground and his hands couldn't either. He was tied in the same exact position the man he saw before was. His hands were tied over his head, his back supported by the post in the middle of the hut. He was kneeling but his knees weren’t against the floor. They rested against some type of blocks and elevated him quite a distance from the ground. His legs each reached around the post and his feet dangled off in the air.
He felt a lot lighter, his muddy boots no longer weighed him down, and his sweaty clothes didn't stick to him anymore. They had all been removed rendering him bare ass naked, with the exception of his bandana.
He was staring at his clothes that had been thrown to the corner until someone walked in to join him. It was the same girl that had man handled, and utterly over powered him earlier. He still wondered how she managed to damn near teleport away from him, and rough him up so easily.
“Hi there, I see your finally awake.” She flashed a quick smile, and glared at him with her purple eyes. She looked his bare body up and down, liking what she saw.
He also had a better look at her now. She wore a tiger skin two piece and was barefoot with some bracelets around her neck, wrists, and ankles. Her hips were quite thick, though her frame was so slim. She looked to be about his age with a gorgeous face, and hypnotizing lavender eyes.
“Hmph whatever you have planned Isn’t gonna work. You might as well let us go.”
“You talk as if im in the wrong. Very passionate for a common thief.” She taunted.
“How the hell did you do that? Ive never seen anything that fast or that strong? You couldn’t be....... human??”
She crossed her arms and looked down on him. “Well, there are many unusual things that exist here in the Land of the Yellow Pikka’s.”
“That’s why your hear isn’t it? To steal from us? To explore as you say? To rob us of our resources and valuables, and hand them to the pigs you work for?”
Surprised she knew the situation so well, he responded.
“Hmph Its hardly stealing…… I simply take what is rightfully ours. If people don’t have the power to hold onto things then they are not worthy of them. If there is nothing to stop us we should do as we please……Why not?”
“It’s the law of nature honey…that’s all. Eat or be eaten ya know?” He added almost talking down to her in his position.
She squinted at him hard. “Is that so? Well I hope you stick to that philosophy.” she says now moving in.
“We have............ unusual ways of teaching outsiders lessons here.”
She gives a few quick pokes to his midsection, and his reactions are little to none.
“What are you doing???” He said in a commanding tone as if he was still in control.
“Hmm not to sensitive............ yet.”
“Sensitive???” He said confused.
She then wiggled her nails in his hairy armpits trying again to get a reaction, but again none came.
He stared back giving her a crazy look.
“Sensative? You mean like….Like ticklish??”
“Huh, oh boy, is this your torture? Listen…… I've been all over the earth with cuts, injuries, bruises and tickling is what will break me? I don’t think so haha.” His arrogance and ignorance were as blatant as the heat.
She walked over to the table and grabbed a yellow pear shaped fruit.
“Well lets hope that’s true, because this has been known to reduce even the toughest men to squealing ticklish boys.”
“Do you know why this fruits color is yellow?” She held it cutting it into four slices. The sweet juices dripped all over her hands.
“Don’t care” He snapped back.
“Yellow is the color of laughter, as you’ll soon learn. Now be a good boy and say Ahhhh!”
He clenched his teeth and tensed his jaw, flashing her a look of defiance.
“Hehehe…… feisty….mmm?” She purred. "Wont you open up for me?"
She cupped his balls with her other hand, massaging them lightly fiddling with his shaft a little.
“MmmUGHhhhhhhhh!” He let out an involuntary moan, and his hips started trembling. When his mouth opened she stuffed the slice of juicy yellow fruit in.
*Protesting everything as I expected* She thought watching him chew it and swallow. She raised her hand and licked it clean smirking at him.
“Cough! Fruit? That’s the best you got??”
She ignored him and walked over again. “Now....Lets try this again.”
She started at him again, circling one finger nail all around his tanned belly. The entire time she patrolled his face for reactions.
He stood there confidently still not reacting. But slowly the juice seemed to seep into his very flesh. He felt sensations bubble up in him, and his skin had a little more give now.
His midsection gave the slightest twitch as her teasing inspection continued. It was barley noticeable, but of course she caught it.
As her finger continued to probe him he slowly got more and more sensitive, and soft murmuring giggle rolled from his lips.
“AHehehe.. Quit it.”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh quit? Quit what?” She said smirking and continuing.
She cocked her head to the side curiously, knowing it only gets better from here. Now she added five fingers raking his flesh, sliding each finger over as much of his sculpted belly as she could. Her nails just raked over his abs, admiring the definition feeling his sculpt.
The feeling was driving him mad. He could almost feel the laughter climbing up his throat, stemming from her tickling nails.
“What the fucks going on here?? Heheheheeeee Ive never been ticklish In my LifeHehehehe! What Kinda trickisthissshahahaha?”
“Ahhhh the wonders of the Pikka fruits hehe.” She kept on still not letting up yet.
He gives into the sensations and starts to squirm crazily. He can move nowhere, but his midsection twists and flinches best It can. He struggles to shut his mouth and stop giggling but he just cant. Whatever the fruit did to him was certainly taking its toll.
“MmmSTopppHeheheehhehe What the FuckHahahahahahaha” He squeals through his bitten lip, and coughs up laugher.
She stopped, satisfied that he was now ticklish.
“HRmgh…….What the hell did you do to me? What was in that? ” He said sounding a little less sure of himself this time.
This time he had a little tremble In his voice. His thick mental armor showed signs of weakness. His muscles that he thought to be his impenetrable armor, were now betraying him. His abs especially felt so sensitive.
“Ohhh you should have done your research thief. The juice of the yellow Pikka makes its victims skin more sensitive……...”
“Now, I will be asking you a few questions. I hope you’ll be a nice thief and answer them.”
“First question, what is your name?”
“Jeffery” he answered reluctantly but answering none the less. His attention wanders for a minute, as he looks down at his own body doing a double take on his position.
“Good and who do you work for? Who sent you to our lands?”
“……………………Hmph I may be a little jumpy now, but if you honestly think tickling will……”
“Hehe Men.” She said cutting him short. She wiggled up and down his muscled sides fast, poking his ribs as well.
“I cant tell Yoooouhahahahahahahaa I catnhahahahahahahahaaaa Company Policy!”
Her fingers tickle harder and faster now.
“You cant..Aww.......You cant or you wont Jeff???”
She never hesitated or backed off for a second. She was determined not to slow down, until he told her what she wanted to know.
“FIINNNDDD! Their Called F.I.N.DAhahahahahahaha…For god Sakes!”
“FIND? And what exactly do they want? What country are they from?” She stopped now to hear him clearly.
“Hmph” He scoffed, his lip twitching slightly.
She shook her head and started wiggling her fingers on his sides again.
“And what country are they from.............. What do they want?” She repeated again not accepting his stalling. Her fingers just wiggled and wiggled, exploring every column of his toned abs.
“Ahahahahahahahaha United Stateshahahahahahaaa STATESS!!!Hahahhahahaa Fruit Fruits!! They want Your Fruits!!Hahahahaha!”
“Ahh I see an American boy huh? Weve had a few of you pass through here.” She said removing her hands.
“Huff Hufff….Just what are you? An alien? A monster?........Purple eyes??...... How??”
“A monster? Haha no Im a woman just like any other. As I said, the Pikka Fruits have various benefits Jeff. All the more reason you should never get your hands on them.” She said now wiggling one finger in his face.
“Many travelers and thieves from all over come here in search of this island’s secrets, and all but a lucky few have ended up like you.”
Her fingers left his sides, now they tickled and creeped their way up to his pits.
“I told you everything You wanted to Knowww…..Hahahahaha Let me go??!!”
“Thank you for that………..but your punishment isn't over. Didn’t you read the sign at the entrance? Greed will destroy mankind? Now you understand a little don’t you? Look what its doing to you.”
His body screamed more, as her fingers slowly spidered up to his pits. As soon as her fingers touched down, his pecs tightened, and he gave a mighty tug that shook the post that held him.
“Ahhhhheeeeeeeee! HAhahahahahahahaaa This is to much!” He tugged and tugged his strong arms, but they did him no good now. He just couldn’t manage to pull those arms down to protect himself.
“Yes youll surely learn your lesson this time.................. wont you Jeffy?”
His shoulder shrugged and his upper body tugged and wiggled, trying to flee her torturous touch.
“SHIThahahahahahaha!”
All of her attention focused on his underarms.
He almost screamed, losing control of his reactions. He bounced his body up and down in frustration. Slowly but surely the tickling conquered him. He had never felt this helpless.......this vulnerable at any ones hands.
She removed her fingers from his open pits, and his body fell limp again. His head hung, and he panted trying to recover. She certainly did not want to waste all his energy on just his armpits.
Now she walked around behind to his bound elevated feet. Without giving him a break she kneeled down and raked all ten of her finger nails along his soles, tracing his deep arches, making his long toes wiggle. Occasionally she would peel his toes back and softly caress the undersides of them.
“Imm GOnna!!....Get awayBahahahahahahahahahahahaaha Stop… Shit! Keheheheee!!!”
She saw him getting fatigued and halted again. “Hmm lets not run your battery down yet huh?” She said as the tickling on his soles got lighter and slowly came to a stop.
“Huff Huff Huff….You amazons…You cant keep me here forever, more men are going to come for you with guns. Then what?”
“Let them come, we see how much good your gun did you didn’t we?”
She walked out of the hut now leaving him to recover. Now that he could breathe and asses his surroundings, he heard the faint yelps of his comrades. He thought he could hear Tom somewhere, giggling like he was insane.
He thought about what was happening to him, and visualized Tom going through the same or maybe worse treatment.
His eyes popped again as she returned with a few things in her hand. First his eyes were drawn to the bright colors of the new Pikka fruits she had with her. One was a Plump red fruit and the other was a bright green fruit resembling a mango. In addition she had a jar full of squirming furry caterpillars, and a strange looking feather.
She reached into the jar pulling out many of the furry caterpillar creatures. She placed them on various spots on his body. She plopped one on his neck, a few on his abs, some on his legs, soles and even some on his back.
“Don’t worry these are not poisonous, they are however.............. attracted to warm, moist places…….you do the math.”
“Mmmgrrph” A whiny sort of whimper escaped him, thinking of what was about to happen.
The crawlers suddenly awaken almost on cue. They wriggle and wiggle around heading for the damp warm spots on Jeff’s body. Their spiky furs and wiggling legs are sure to put a tickling touch on any human’s skin.
The caterpillars spread and wiggled around his body. Some dance over his abs tracing the lines of his muscles. One nestled into his slightly hairy and moist navel, satisfied with its new home. Two went their separate ways, and ended up nesting in the hair of his pits, just vibrating and shaking around. The few on his back climbed slowly from the small of his back, up to his shoulder blades slowly. A few climb his soles, and one sits between his toes.
Jeff lost it. If he had any ability to try and act cool or play off his feelings, they all went to hell now. His mouth gaped wide again, and laughter gushed from his lips uncontrollably.
“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP THEM! STOP THEM PLEASE!” He begged for the first time in this session.
“Your powerless to stop me aren't you Jeff?” She grabbed his chin, holding it with two fingers at attention. She watched and relished every agonizing expression on his face.
“YESSKKHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YESSS!!”
“Now you know how all the people you’ve ever robbed feel. As you said it’s a natural concept right? If you are powerless to stop me then I should keep going isn’t that right??”
“NOOOO!! I MEAN YESHAHHAAHAHAHA I DON’T KNOW…….. JUST STOP!!!! PLEASE IM SORRY ILL NEVER STEAL AGAIN!! NEVERHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! ILL RETIRE!!!”
She let them crawl along his sensitive body for quite some while. The caterpillars explored innocently, unaware of the torture they caused this young man. His body cried buckets of sweat, and these creepy crawlers scurried over his skin.
She watched him carefully laughing uncontrollably like a child, sweating, panting and squealing. Strangely though, a little feeling bubbled up in her. She felt great pleasure at watching this arrogant male suffer, but at the same time she felt some overwhelming warmth for him. She had grown somewhat attached to him, she couldnt block her growing feelings for him, despite his irritating egotism.
She looked at his handsome face, and his twitching body and couldn’t deny her lust for him.
*No ive just been out in the heat to long…….I couldn’t be attracted to such a vile……Hmm…. but hes so….*
She was awakened from her day dreams by his screams climbing in sound.
“GOODD PLEASE GET THESE OFF!! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I SAID IM SORRYYHAAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEE!”
“Greed shall destroy mankind remember that Jeff.” She responded calmly, as if unaware of his torment.
Oh how he begged and pleaded with her. He would have told her anything at that moment to stop the tickling, even if it was a lie. But her face told the story. She was enjoying his torment to much to let him go yet.
She crossed her arms and squinted at him, satisfied with his submission. She let him suffer a bit more before she quickly brushed the caterpillars off. She could tell he was close to loosing his mind. Their crawling had stopped, but he was still laughing and laughing as if still being tickled.
She rubbed his belly and combed her fingers through his hair trying to calm him. She fanned him a little to cool him down, but it was in vein. His eye lids got heavy, and his eyes closed halfway. He was out of it, actually passing out.
She thought quickly. “Ohh ohh don’t wana lose you Jeff. Jeff look at meee.” She said his eyes closing more and more as she talked.
She quickly shoved a slice of the green fruit into his mouth telling him to chew fast and swallow. He followed her instructions feebly, he was almost completely unconscious.
Suddenly he felt his body kick. He felt a Jolt of Warmth shoot through his entire body from head to toe. His eyes shot wide open, and all his muscles seemed to be somehow rejuvenated. He felt good, his energy was restored. He felt exactly as he did before the tickle torment had started.
“MMmphhh What Was that?? I feel Mmm mmmmMph….” He said chewing and talking at the same time, gobbling his snack up.
“Green Pikka fruit, the recovery fruit. This will get you back to tip top shape like nothing ever happened.”
“Whoo much better.” He said with a little pep in his voice.
“Take a piece of this one to.” She waved a slice of the dripping red fruit in his face.
“What does this one do?”
“Youll see…..Ahee.....…” She stuffed it once again into his mouth. It tasted different than the others, it was spicy...........spicy and sugary. As it went down he felt it tingling in the back of his throat. The tingling was similar to the ones candy pop rocks give.
He looked down at his body not feeling any different.
“Give it a minute Jeffy.”
Soon after she said this he felt a tingling down in his nether region. He heard a liquid like sound, and He felt his member stand at attention full within seconds.
“BLOOOPPPP!” His penis filled and swelled almost instantly. It was humongous the biggest he had ever seen it. He was swollen so quickly, on the tip of exploding. It pointed straight at her seemingly begging for attention.
“What the hell??”
“There it is hehehe” She walked closer now grabbing his swollen shaft.
He was so swollen and throbbing, his cock glowed an agitated shade of purple. He was so swollen that pleasure actually caused him pain. She ran her nail down his purple hardness, making him screech desperately.
“UUUugggghhhhhhhhhggggoogooooodddddddddd….ppppllleeassseeeeeed ddddonnnnntttttt!!!”
“You see that red fruit is the fruit of pleasure. You can see why.” She hissed, running her eyes down to his cock and back to meet his eyes again.
He started sweating again, this time in nervousness. His body stiffened up as if he had been petrified, anticipating the teasing to come.
“This fruit only fills you up, it doesn't…………………… let you erupt if you know what I mean..? Your relief is still up to me.”
“God, you wouldn’t be this cruel?? Don’t play with me like this!”
“If you have the power to stop me then do….if not let natures law rule.”
She went back to the table and picked up that strange looking feather. It was quite long, with one stiff feather at the tip, and multiple feathers that sprout from the sides.
She fiddled it under his chin and on his neck for a little, just teasing him.
“Meheheheheee…Please don’t!” He squealed.
She just grinned and tapped the feather on the head of his cock, making him jump and tweak his neck. She could smell anxiety seeping out of him, and see the worry in his face. His forehead became wrinkled, revealing his worry.
“Mmm….just stop me anytime…..if your powerful enough.” She mocked him, as she stroked the tip of the feather under the soft skin of his balls, and over his shaft.
“OhhhhhhHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa…..Stop it Im SO SORRY!!! KeHaHaHaHaHa STOPP THIS PLEAASSEE Kehehehehehahahahaaa UGGHH!!!”
She giggled a little herself, watching him squirm and gyrate in laughter and overwhelming pleasure. She bit her lip drawing her face in close, her body just barely resting on his. What a tease she was, she knew that making contact with him would only intensify his experience.
He moaned softly as she made him her little puppet. With every slow stroke of her feather, his body would jump best it could in its restraints. As soon as she stopped his body relaxed, until it started all over.
Stroke after stroke after stroke he grew hornier and hornier with no relief in sight. He couldn’t help himself as his primal instincts took hold. Jeff thrust his hips forward trying to hump his tormentor. He just tried desperately to find relief any way he could. His member was so bloated and hard. It could have been used to smash boulders.
He couldn't hold out anymore, he burst hard screaming and spurting all over the side of the hut.
Pain, pleasure, and relief all came in one huge wave swallowing his mind. Screaming, bucking, and moaning he finally managed to escape his predicament. This was the most intense orgasm he had ever had.
“Now who told you to go and do that? I wasn’t done, we'll have to start all over again.” She said grabbing another slice of the red fruit.
“Yes....... intense isn’t it thief? We have things in this land that can make any man's knees buckle hehe.”
His body could finally rest a little, his head fell back against the post, and his back relaxed against it. He hung his head sweating buckets again. She patted his damp hair, rubbing his head like a dog.
“Hufff….huff huff please…please let me go!”
“You still have enough strength to talk? Mm….tough little American boy.”
She fed him another slice of the red pleasure fruit. Within seconds he was just as swollen as before, still shivering from his last explosion.
She gave him a short break before going at him again. When she was ready her multiple feathers device graced his skin again. She stroked her feather contraption over his abs, making his body ignore its masters will, and squirm wildly. Her feather also revisited his forested armpits.
He crumbled to laughter again, slamming his shoulder against the post he was bound to, trying to relieve the tickling sensation.
“What Do you want??!!!! HAHAHAhHAHAHAHA You’ve WON!! WHAT?? HAHAHAHA!! IM TO SENSATIVE!!! KEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA” He kept screaming as her tickling wouldn’t let up.
“Your what??”
“ SENSITIVE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAA!!!!!” He screamed again and again wiggling like a worm.
She paid his begging little attention. Her feather trailed down from his tummy, following the faded hairline that lead from his belly button to his manhood. As her feather moved so did she, her body slowly following the path of the feather downwards................downwards until her face was level with his cock.
When she arrived, she licked and sucked him into orgasmic explosion this time. She was determined to decorate the hut walls with his juices.
It was a continuous cycle, feed him, plump his member, tickle him to death, make him shoot and do it again. She repeated the process at least four times. Four back to back earth shattering orgasms and tickle torture sessions. His body was so worn, and his cock so overtaxed despite her feeding him the recovery fruit
He lay there now in his bonds on the verge of passing out.
“You know………..You asked me what I wanted? What do I want? Good question….But the real question is................... what do you want?”
She released him from his bonds satisfied that her torment had broken him. He fell flat on his face on the mud floor of the hut. His hard breath pushed a few loose blades of grass around the floor.
She layed down on the floor facing him, her head resting on one elbow. She eyed him lustfully, stroking her hands through his hair.
“Did you really hate that as much as you claim you did? Do you really just want to return to your normal life? Schlepping from land to land being someone’s chore boy?”
“You to be honest, are one of the few that have survived our torments. And you survived without turning into a drooling vegetable. You are strong, still a tough man after all of this, one of the most insistent ive ever seen. So just what do you want?”
He whispered weakly.
“Uhhh…. I want…. I want to be the old me……Not ticklish anymore…..Uhhhh”
She closed her eyes kissing his forehead.
“Sorry Jeff that’s impossible, the effects of the Yellow Pikka are irreversible.”
“But if you could have something else what would it be?? You could return to your home, yes that’s fine, but wouldn’t you much rather………………………….stay and be our king?”
His eyebrows arched up still panting on the floor.
“Your choice, either way you are free to walk out now.” She said her big purple eyes staring at him, awaiting his answer.
The sun set that night, and rose signifying a new day. In the morning the stomps of feet through the jungle marshland sounded off again. They were more men from the F.I.N.D organization, coming in search of Jeff and his missing team.
They stumbled out of the jungle running past the wooden signs, not even reading the words on them. They ran into the village searching the huts and looking over the horizon for any signs of life. As they searched the sun reflected off their black uniforms.
Off in the distance the faint sound of many bodies running could be heard. Just like before a huge wave of Amazon women charged from the outskirts of the village, but this time something was different. At the head of the charge was one man.
“Jeff??” The team leader asked puzzled by what he was doing. Sure enough it was Jeff, leading the charge against his own company.
He had a tribal like outfit on and was wearing some type of strange necklace, animal skins and a few other unusual things.
The invading team recognized him, but prepared to fire anyway. Just as the leader was about to give the order, they seemed to suddenly disappear into thin air.
The head soldier suddenly felt hands rest on each side of his shoulders. He turned his head nervously to see Jeff’s now bright red eyes staring at him, his hair wild, his grip abnormally strong. On his other shoulder he saw a woman, the very same woman that had led the charge before. She was now the woman known as Jeff’s purple eyed queen.
“Hehe….Hmmm just as I thought the company sent more of their dogs to find us. Wonder who exactly you are?” He said, with his confidence renewed. He seemed to be in an unusually light hearted mood.
He grabbed the soldiers mask and removed it slowly. He recognized the man immediately as another one of his friends.
“Ahhh huh huh, well sorry to tell you my friend Im not into that line of work anymore….as you can see..”
The soldier stared back frozen in disbelief. Jeff looked him face to face now feeling of nostalgia, remembering when he was in this very same predicament.
Jeff raised one brow and walked away. “Well my wife, lets not waste anymore time here, you wana take this one?” He said looking back at his purple eyed girl.
“Yessss certainly ill have some fun with him.” They said stripping the men of their weapons and leading them into the huts. His queen smiled once more at Jeff walking his old friend into a hut. Her amazon counterparts did likewise with their prey.
Jeff simply stood there relaxed and observed the beautiful land he was now in charge of. He relaxed placing his arms behind his head and let the breeze and sun caress him.
“Mmmmmm hey when your right your right. Greed will destroy mankind ..hehe.”
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