UberTicklish1
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I was going to call it "Mikran: The Mary Sue".... LOL TMF's MasterTank1 allowed me to borrow his character, Mikran. He seems to approve of this (I let him read it first). I described my naked body as it really looks. (For those of you who are going to doubt I could really be like that. Sorry.) Also I attached a picture of my dog, Audrey, so you can know what she looks like.
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Alone in her house for the first time in God knew how long since her brother Todd had graduated from the Salvation Army’s drug & alcohol recovery program, Jami stood in the living room, buck naked. She looked at herself in the mirror that dominated the wall with deep loathing.
How she hated herself! How she wished she was rich so she could not only move out of her parents’ house, but get some serious plastic surgery. At five feet, three inches tall, she weighed a whopping 260 pounds. Her breasts, a size DD cup, sagged so the nipples pointed down towards the floor. A large stomach stuck out and hung. There were two small rolls along where the upper portion of the bra line would be. Her thighs were large, her butt wide. Stretch marks marred the inside of her thighs, her breasts, were popping up on random spots on her back, and went from under the ridge of her stomach, all the way up stopping just an inch short of where the nipples of her saggy breasts were. More then that, there were three scars - two small, pinkish ones that were in the span of flesh between her breasts, and one large purple one on her right breast where three moles had been removed.
Grey-green eyes stinging with tears, reminded once again her mother was right - she’s never make is as a singer because she was so damn huge - Jami suppressed an urge to kill herself. Leaving her hideous body in lieu of a note. Truth be told, she didn’t want to die. She just wanted to be thin and pretty. She wanted to be socially acceptable. Stick thin with large, firm breasts. She fingered her hair, naturally the world’s most boring shade of brown, colored blond because it went better with her pale complexion and eyes. At the moment she was going through her acne phase again. It was pathetic enough to be 29 and still living with her parents - even if her mom did need her more and more to care for her - but to be 29 with zits! UG! Oh, it wasn’t a total “pizza face” thing, but there was one on her left cheek just finishing up healing that looked like it was going to scar, a few healing on her chin, and one fresh scar from one between her eyes. (She squeezed her pimples. Preferring to get the puss out so it would heal faster then wait and apply all sorts of weird stuff to dry it up.)
Other then the zits, she supposed her face was okay looking. There was no real “double chin.” Just the slight hint of one. Her eyes were almond shaped, her nose small with a slight upward turn, and her lips what people called a cupid’s bow. Still, she hated her face as much as she hated her body. Because it was attached to her body.
Finished with destroying her already broken self esteem, Jami pulled her robe back on. Then reached down to pick up Audrey, her dog. The 20 pound black and white American Cocker Spaniel groaned a bit. She was 11 years old now and didn’t care for being disturbed from her slumber, especially for the hated process of going outside to go potty. There had been ran recently and Audrey hated getting her paws wet.
Kissing Audrey’s tiny head, Jami whispered to the nearly stone deaf dog, “You’re my best friend, Audrey. You’re the only one who loves me as I am.”
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The two Rat sages looked to each other from under their hoods. Both had appearances similar to the god they worshiped. Long, rat like faces, noses that twitched one had rat brown hair, the other rat grey.
They were unsure of their plan, even though their god himself had given it to them. How did they know if Mikran would follow? Or that he wouldn’t kill them before they could start out. Of course they dropped hints that if they died before their plan went into effect, two others would take their places.
Earlier they had sought out the powerful warrior magician in a tavern he was known to frequent, then waited until he left and then moved around until they were in front of him. Until they could be sure he was trailing them while in earshot. Letting him overhear their plan.
The idea was to lure him into a trap. Put him to where there was someone unable to defend herself so he would be distracted doing the defending for her. They were hoping that they could sneak others in behind their god’s greatest enemy and eventually take him down, overwhelming him by sheer numbers alone. Then they’d kill the bait as a sacrifice.
Mikran was amused, they must have thought him a real fool. He had known all about their plans long before. Unknown to the two before them, he had killed their back up long before. Their god apparently hadn’t told them to abort the plan. Now the warrior mage was just toying with them. Planning on killing them before they could set up their trap, but first luring them into a false sense of self confidence.
Normally he was faster, smarter. He should’ve seen it coming. One second they were there. Another they were gone.
And then, across time and space, he felt it. Extreme distress and fear. Someone in great pain. Mikran followed, vanishing into the ether.
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Jami had been in her room, cruising the internet. Heading over to the Tickling Media Forum - or TMF as it was called - and Tickle Theater. When it came to sex, Jami was kinky. She loved to submit sexually. To be spanked, even lightly flogged, a little pain with her pleasure. But most of all, she adored to be tied up and tickle tortured. Especially on her feet. In fact, she had trained her body so she couldn’t orgasm without stimulation upon the arch of her right foot.
Yet more stories about certain tone deaf, moronic pop stars! Ug! And fake tickling pictures of them too. What did men see in them? Worse, why did people buy their albums? These little twits were part of the downfall of music. Jami only liked singers who started in eras before computers. Barry Manilow, Michael Crawford, Ella Fitzgerald. People with actual talent. Not these little tramps picked only for their bodies, lipsyncing to their artificial voices. It was an insult to her, with real talent, that these brats had a career they didn’t deserve and men wanting her.
Well, there was a new Mikran story. Jami smiled at that. MasterTank1 wrote wonderful stories about Mikran, a warrior wizard with a love for tickling. Both she and fellow TMF member Isabeau were quite taken with the fictional character. And the author himself was such a wonderful person.
An announcement of e-mail distracted Jami for a moment. It was a review alert from Fan Fiction, a website where anyone could post stories based on everything from comic books to movies. The review was for a story she had written from a stupid theory she had once. That the most beloved stories were not works of fiction, but the writers making a psychic connection to another universe. The story reviewed was a flat out Mary Sue - meaning she had put herself in the story, literally, right down to her name. In it the Borg, with the help of the evil android Lore, came into her universe, followed by Captain Jean-Luc Picard and the crew of the Enterprise-E. She called it Star Trek: The Mary Sue. And yet people liked this bit of throw away fiction. One even said it didn’t read like a Mary Sue at all.
If only such things could happen. Jami had always felt out of place. To leave this universe forever, find a place where she felt at home.... like she had done in her Next Generation fan fiction.
Deciding before getting deep into the tale she would check on Audrey, who liked to sleep in the chairs when no one was home due to the soft flannel cloth that covered the cushions.
Instead of a sleeping dog though, Jami found Audrey doing something horrifying - eating chocolate! Someone had left a Wal-Mart bag with an opened bag of Hershey’s Miniatures inside. Wrappers littered the floor. Darting into the bathroom, she grabbed a bottle of peroxide then rushed out to the backyard with Audrey, her stomach already hard, under her arm.
Desperately, Jami tried to pore the peroxide down Audrey’s throat to get her to vomit. Tears rolled down her face. Scared the tiny dog was going to die.
Jami didn’t know that earlier the Rat God’s wizards had come. The order was to not go for the woman directly, but give her a situation that would keep both her and Mikran busy for a moment. Of course, she didn’t know that these people actually existed and were now hiding in the darkest parts of her backyard.
Strong, massive hands plucked Audrey’s jerking form from Jami’s quivering hands. She gasped, looking up at an amazingly huge man. One who she knew only from internet stories. There he was, the beard, the massive build, the features too handsome for words.
It was Mikran.
It was Mikran and he was casting some sort of spell on Audrey. If not for the cold, gritty feeling of the cement sidewalk beneath her butt, Jami would think she was dreaming. Soon, Audrey was throwing up large amounts of chocolate and wrappers.
Mikran continued the healing spell. He healed not only the after effects of the deadly chocolate, but Audrey’s eczema, the heart murmur that was a trait of all cockers, her arthritis, her deafness. For all intents and purposes, Audrey was a puppy again.
It was while Mikran was using one massive hand to gently pull Jami to her feet that they attacked. Both of the wizard’s hands were occupied. The Rat sages tried to call for their reinforcements. Not pausing to wonder why they weren’t coming.
Pushing Audrey into Jami’s arms, Mikran pushed them both behind him in time to catch the spell aimed at him. He returned the favor but the Rat worshiper actually managed to move out of the way in time.
Jami seethed with anger. Somehow she just knew these two were responsible for Audrey being sick! She ran up the sidewalk a bit where dad had built a fence and gate so as to be able to lock Audrey in the backyard or on the porch as needed. She put Audrey down and shut the gate. Trapping the dog on the other side. Then, her slippers slapping against her feet, she ran back out.
Mikran had engaged both evil wizards in battle, but though they were not on his level, they were currently quick enough to barely avoid being killed. Rushing to her garden, Jami grabbed a shovel. She swung it into the hip of one of the enemy who now turned on the shovel wielding blond.
“YOU HURT MY DOG!” She roared out, swinging with pure rage. There was no skill, no plan of attack. Just one anger filled woman who wanted revenge. Swinging faster and harder then it would take to cast a spell.
With only one to concentrate on, Mikran soon disposed of the scum. Then he turned. Jami had finally lost the shovel and was now held by the enemy with a tight grip on her throat. He was raising a blade shaped like a rat’s tail, ready to plunge it into her heart, when Mikran cut off his head, catching Jami before she fell to the ground entirely. He touched her injured throat briefly, healing it. Then turned to dispose of the bodies. This being 21st century earth, he knew he couldn’t leave them here.
Meanwhile, Jami went and grabbed up Audrey, raining kisses upon the dog’s head. For the first time in years, Audrey returned them without looking for a belly rub.
Seeing Mikran had finished his clean up spell, so the only evidence of the assholes having been there was Mikran himself, she rushed over. Afraid he’d vanish she clung to his arm, raising her face to him. The tracks of her tears were dry now, but new tears were forming, these ones of gratitude.
“Thank you,” she said repeatedly. Unable to say much more.
Mikran put his free arm around her, smiling down before planting a kiss on her forehead. Then he frowned as he looked at Audrey. His healing spell had worked too well. The little dog had years ago been “fixed” so she couldn’t have puppies. However, his spell had caused the internal stitches to vanish and the reproductive organs to regrow. If anyone found out, the dog would be in serious danger. He couldn’t just put a spell on her to keep her from breeding for sooner or later a vet would examine too closely and her secret found out.
It was the perfect opening.
Keeping his arm around Jami, he opened his magic door and stepped all three of them through.
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Having explained what had happened to Jami, Mikran set her and Audrey down in his room at the mansion he called home in this part of the world. His world, not Jami’s. A world of magic and strange gods and goddesses. Here they would stay until Mikran figured out what to do.
Jami knew they could, of course, just go to another state and have Audrey fixed again. She knew Mikran knew this as well. So why did he want to keep her there? It couldn’t possibly be for the same reason as in the stories written about him. Why would he be interested in an ugly cow like her?
Mikran partly knew why he was doing it. Yes, he wanted her. When she had looked up at him with those grey-green eyes he had felt deep lust. He had also felt other things. Things he couldn’t explain even after all his years of life. There was an aura about her. There was also a strange connection between them. It wasn’t the connection he had with his descendants on her world. It was something different. For one thing, he could read her mind. Only partly to begin with, but as she spent more time in his world he could sense more and more of her thoughts. Including her mutual lust for him but deep shame for her body and an overwhelming shyness. And a wish.
He’d grant this wish because she wanted it so badly, but it would come with a price.
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Jami spun around in the mirror, clapping her hands at what she saw. Everything about her that was wrong was fixed. Oh, she was still fat, but now her stomach didn’t sag. There were no stretch marks and her breasts were high and firm. No scars anywhere on her body. No dark roots showed, the hair on her head would now grow out blond. There was also no unwanted hair anywhere on her body, never again would she need to shave or wax.
More then that, she felt so incredibly healthy! Like she could run for miles.
Mikran was watching her with a smile on his face. He had warned her that for granting her wish for physical beauty there would be a cost. That he liked her fine just the way she was, but she had begged so prettily.
Now he planned on collecting his payment. Grabbing her gently by the hips he turned her around and kissed her, his tongue reaching into her mouth and stroking the roof. He felt her body shake with sudden arousal.
He had changed many things about her body. To start with he made her mouth so sensitive that he could make her orgasm with a kiss. The inside of her vaginal canal was one giant G-spot. More then that, he had attuned her nervous system to him. So as ticklish as she was to others, she was even more so when he tickled her.
Tickling her was just what he was going to do. He knew it was what she wanted. He also knew the kind of bondage she expected, for him to use his own body. So instead he used a spell to bind her, seeking to surprise her. He succeeded.
The magic bondage held her now in mid-air, spread out like an X. Yet it was not uncomfortable. Though she could not move, she didn’t feel any weight or pressure on her limbs. It was almost like floating in a pool. Mikran could move her in any way he wished. So he started out by having her swing about till she was looking at the floor. Her head, free enough to move around, allowed her to look up at him as he reached out and began to tickle her lightly behind the ears.
She expected to giggle. Instead she guffawed and chortled. The tickling was incredibly intense and he was hardly doing anything at all. When his fingers moved from her ears to her throat, she thought she’d go crazy. Every touch was sending shockwaves of ticklish pleasure through her.
He tickled her forearms until tears sprung to her eyes. Then worked his way down in a slow, torturous path of tickling from her elbows to her armpits. Her nipples turgid and her body already coated with sweat. He sent great bell like peels of laughter from her with every stroke and probe to those hairless hollows.
Down her back he tickled her, reaching around to tickle her sides and belly. She cried out for mercy that she didn’t really want. Her head spinning. He flipped her over and worked her breasts with his ticklish touch, catching her mouth in a deeply erotic laughing kiss. As he tickled her his tongue swept the roof of her mouth until she orgasmed hard. Nearly passing out.
He spent what seemed like an eternity lapping ticklishly at her deep belly button before flipping her back over. Pausing. She knew where he was going to tickle next. The one spot she dreaded to be touched. His fingers flickered over the round globes of her buttocks. Working closer and closer - until he finally hit THE SPOT. Where her butt and thighs met. The most ticklish place on her body. When he tickled her in this uber ticklish region she thought she’d go made. Not just from the mind numbing tickling, but because it was making her come close to orgasming again.
However this time he didn’t let her cum just yet. Instead he began to slowly tickle her legs. From her thighs down to her ankles and back up again. After several minutes on the back of her legs, he flipped her over and tickled the fronts. Standing between the spread limbs so he could watch her clit begging for his attentions.
Yet he wasn’t ready to give her another orgasm yet. Instead he gave her a moment of rest and some water. Letting the fires dampen a bit. Then he adjusted his magic bondage so as to bring her feet together.
They were small feet. Short and wide with plump, highly wrinkled soles. In fact, two of the wrinkles on her right foot went down and partway into her rounded heel. Her toes were stubby and the second one just the slightly fraction of an inch longer then her big toe. He licked his lips at the sight of this feast, knowing what he had done to them with his magic.
A gentle touch. A brief tickle and Jami nearly had the greatest orgasm of her life! Mikran had bespelled her feet so the stimulation not only made her laugh, but gave her the greatest sexual pleasure ever.
He began the foot tickling in earnest now. Feather light drags along the soles. Brief moments between the toes. Building up. He kissed and licked her feet as his fingers began to fly. His beard magically reaching out to tickle her under the nails. With each tickle Jami came and came again, laughing as one orgasm after another rolled over her and piled up until she was nothing but a mass of tickling induced orgasms.
And when she thought she could take no more her legs were spread again. Mikran had produced two magic feathers that kept tickling her feet while his mouth went to work on her. Pushing aside her swollen labia. Finding her clit, long since fulled emerged from it’s hood. As she was tickled into another orgasm on her feet, so too was Mikran bringing her to another one instantly with his mouth. Sometimes shrinking to snake-like perportions so as to flicker against the smallest of spots. Other times growing large and somewhat bumpy so as to give the whole of her aching womanhood a treat like it never had.
His beard grew out and began to tickle the rest of her. It was over her belly, down her thighs, tickling her breasts - especially her rock hard nipples. Beard hairs were tickling her armpits, her neck.
His fingers were on her uber-zone. She didn’t know how she could keep up this laughing. Her voice should’ve gone out between it and the screams of pleasure.
When Mikran himself could take it no more, he lowered her a bit and took off his robes. His massive member free now to take it’s pleasure as well.
For a moment Jami was terrified. Doctors had told her that her vagina had never fully grown. That it was smaller then a woman’s should be. One had made her use “medical dildos” to try and stretch the area, but even afterwards he said she was too small. Of course, she didn’t know that the doctors were wrong, that she was perfectly normal for her. Which was why Mikran’s healing spell didn’t fix it - it was already correct.
Then, looking into Mikran’s eyes, she remembered he could change his penis with magic took. It became slenderer and slipped into her easily. Slowly growing inside her until it was a perfect fit. As he continued to tickle her both with his fingers and with magic, he began to thrust. Jami now found out about what he had done to her vaginal canal. She could feel every thrust in the way no woman could before. She longed to give Mikran the release he had given her repeatedly, as if he was making up for all those years that her orgasms came from a machine.
He sensed her desire, and releasing the magic enough that he could bring her up, wrap her arms around his neck, and kiss her laughing mouth, he shouted out his own completion before finally stopping the ruthless tickling. He carried her to his bed. Audrey, who had slept through the entire proceedings, moved over to allow the lovers to cuddle for a bit.
Jami slept with a peaceful smile on her face, for the first time in her entire life feeling at home. It was like she was where she belonged, finally. Sure, there was no computers, no Star Trek or Barry Manilow, but there was something about being here that made her feel - whole.
Mikran covered both of them up, then, when Audrey demanded it, the little dog too. He had made up his mind that Jami belonged here with him. However he felt another connection out there somewhere. Back in the world he had snatched Jami from. Someone that in Jami’s mind, she kept referring to as - Isabeau.....
~~The End~~
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Alone in her house for the first time in God knew how long since her brother Todd had graduated from the Salvation Army’s drug & alcohol recovery program, Jami stood in the living room, buck naked. She looked at herself in the mirror that dominated the wall with deep loathing.
How she hated herself! How she wished she was rich so she could not only move out of her parents’ house, but get some serious plastic surgery. At five feet, three inches tall, she weighed a whopping 260 pounds. Her breasts, a size DD cup, sagged so the nipples pointed down towards the floor. A large stomach stuck out and hung. There were two small rolls along where the upper portion of the bra line would be. Her thighs were large, her butt wide. Stretch marks marred the inside of her thighs, her breasts, were popping up on random spots on her back, and went from under the ridge of her stomach, all the way up stopping just an inch short of where the nipples of her saggy breasts were. More then that, there were three scars - two small, pinkish ones that were in the span of flesh between her breasts, and one large purple one on her right breast where three moles had been removed.
Grey-green eyes stinging with tears, reminded once again her mother was right - she’s never make is as a singer because she was so damn huge - Jami suppressed an urge to kill herself. Leaving her hideous body in lieu of a note. Truth be told, she didn’t want to die. She just wanted to be thin and pretty. She wanted to be socially acceptable. Stick thin with large, firm breasts. She fingered her hair, naturally the world’s most boring shade of brown, colored blond because it went better with her pale complexion and eyes. At the moment she was going through her acne phase again. It was pathetic enough to be 29 and still living with her parents - even if her mom did need her more and more to care for her - but to be 29 with zits! UG! Oh, it wasn’t a total “pizza face” thing, but there was one on her left cheek just finishing up healing that looked like it was going to scar, a few healing on her chin, and one fresh scar from one between her eyes. (She squeezed her pimples. Preferring to get the puss out so it would heal faster then wait and apply all sorts of weird stuff to dry it up.)
Other then the zits, she supposed her face was okay looking. There was no real “double chin.” Just the slight hint of one. Her eyes were almond shaped, her nose small with a slight upward turn, and her lips what people called a cupid’s bow. Still, she hated her face as much as she hated her body. Because it was attached to her body.
Finished with destroying her already broken self esteem, Jami pulled her robe back on. Then reached down to pick up Audrey, her dog. The 20 pound black and white American Cocker Spaniel groaned a bit. She was 11 years old now and didn’t care for being disturbed from her slumber, especially for the hated process of going outside to go potty. There had been ran recently and Audrey hated getting her paws wet.
Kissing Audrey’s tiny head, Jami whispered to the nearly stone deaf dog, “You’re my best friend, Audrey. You’re the only one who loves me as I am.”
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The two Rat sages looked to each other from under their hoods. Both had appearances similar to the god they worshiped. Long, rat like faces, noses that twitched one had rat brown hair, the other rat grey.
They were unsure of their plan, even though their god himself had given it to them. How did they know if Mikran would follow? Or that he wouldn’t kill them before they could start out. Of course they dropped hints that if they died before their plan went into effect, two others would take their places.
Earlier they had sought out the powerful warrior magician in a tavern he was known to frequent, then waited until he left and then moved around until they were in front of him. Until they could be sure he was trailing them while in earshot. Letting him overhear their plan.
The idea was to lure him into a trap. Put him to where there was someone unable to defend herself so he would be distracted doing the defending for her. They were hoping that they could sneak others in behind their god’s greatest enemy and eventually take him down, overwhelming him by sheer numbers alone. Then they’d kill the bait as a sacrifice.
Mikran was amused, they must have thought him a real fool. He had known all about their plans long before. Unknown to the two before them, he had killed their back up long before. Their god apparently hadn’t told them to abort the plan. Now the warrior mage was just toying with them. Planning on killing them before they could set up their trap, but first luring them into a false sense of self confidence.
Normally he was faster, smarter. He should’ve seen it coming. One second they were there. Another they were gone.
And then, across time and space, he felt it. Extreme distress and fear. Someone in great pain. Mikran followed, vanishing into the ether.
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Jami had been in her room, cruising the internet. Heading over to the Tickling Media Forum - or TMF as it was called - and Tickle Theater. When it came to sex, Jami was kinky. She loved to submit sexually. To be spanked, even lightly flogged, a little pain with her pleasure. But most of all, she adored to be tied up and tickle tortured. Especially on her feet. In fact, she had trained her body so she couldn’t orgasm without stimulation upon the arch of her right foot.
Yet more stories about certain tone deaf, moronic pop stars! Ug! And fake tickling pictures of them too. What did men see in them? Worse, why did people buy their albums? These little twits were part of the downfall of music. Jami only liked singers who started in eras before computers. Barry Manilow, Michael Crawford, Ella Fitzgerald. People with actual talent. Not these little tramps picked only for their bodies, lipsyncing to their artificial voices. It was an insult to her, with real talent, that these brats had a career they didn’t deserve and men wanting her.
Well, there was a new Mikran story. Jami smiled at that. MasterTank1 wrote wonderful stories about Mikran, a warrior wizard with a love for tickling. Both she and fellow TMF member Isabeau were quite taken with the fictional character. And the author himself was such a wonderful person.
An announcement of e-mail distracted Jami for a moment. It was a review alert from Fan Fiction, a website where anyone could post stories based on everything from comic books to movies. The review was for a story she had written from a stupid theory she had once. That the most beloved stories were not works of fiction, but the writers making a psychic connection to another universe. The story reviewed was a flat out Mary Sue - meaning she had put herself in the story, literally, right down to her name. In it the Borg, with the help of the evil android Lore, came into her universe, followed by Captain Jean-Luc Picard and the crew of the Enterprise-E. She called it Star Trek: The Mary Sue. And yet people liked this bit of throw away fiction. One even said it didn’t read like a Mary Sue at all.
If only such things could happen. Jami had always felt out of place. To leave this universe forever, find a place where she felt at home.... like she had done in her Next Generation fan fiction.
Deciding before getting deep into the tale she would check on Audrey, who liked to sleep in the chairs when no one was home due to the soft flannel cloth that covered the cushions.
Instead of a sleeping dog though, Jami found Audrey doing something horrifying - eating chocolate! Someone had left a Wal-Mart bag with an opened bag of Hershey’s Miniatures inside. Wrappers littered the floor. Darting into the bathroom, she grabbed a bottle of peroxide then rushed out to the backyard with Audrey, her stomach already hard, under her arm.
Desperately, Jami tried to pore the peroxide down Audrey’s throat to get her to vomit. Tears rolled down her face. Scared the tiny dog was going to die.
Jami didn’t know that earlier the Rat God’s wizards had come. The order was to not go for the woman directly, but give her a situation that would keep both her and Mikran busy for a moment. Of course, she didn’t know that these people actually existed and were now hiding in the darkest parts of her backyard.
Strong, massive hands plucked Audrey’s jerking form from Jami’s quivering hands. She gasped, looking up at an amazingly huge man. One who she knew only from internet stories. There he was, the beard, the massive build, the features too handsome for words.
It was Mikran.
It was Mikran and he was casting some sort of spell on Audrey. If not for the cold, gritty feeling of the cement sidewalk beneath her butt, Jami would think she was dreaming. Soon, Audrey was throwing up large amounts of chocolate and wrappers.
Mikran continued the healing spell. He healed not only the after effects of the deadly chocolate, but Audrey’s eczema, the heart murmur that was a trait of all cockers, her arthritis, her deafness. For all intents and purposes, Audrey was a puppy again.
It was while Mikran was using one massive hand to gently pull Jami to her feet that they attacked. Both of the wizard’s hands were occupied. The Rat sages tried to call for their reinforcements. Not pausing to wonder why they weren’t coming.
Pushing Audrey into Jami’s arms, Mikran pushed them both behind him in time to catch the spell aimed at him. He returned the favor but the Rat worshiper actually managed to move out of the way in time.
Jami seethed with anger. Somehow she just knew these two were responsible for Audrey being sick! She ran up the sidewalk a bit where dad had built a fence and gate so as to be able to lock Audrey in the backyard or on the porch as needed. She put Audrey down and shut the gate. Trapping the dog on the other side. Then, her slippers slapping against her feet, she ran back out.
Mikran had engaged both evil wizards in battle, but though they were not on his level, they were currently quick enough to barely avoid being killed. Rushing to her garden, Jami grabbed a shovel. She swung it into the hip of one of the enemy who now turned on the shovel wielding blond.
“YOU HURT MY DOG!” She roared out, swinging with pure rage. There was no skill, no plan of attack. Just one anger filled woman who wanted revenge. Swinging faster and harder then it would take to cast a spell.
With only one to concentrate on, Mikran soon disposed of the scum. Then he turned. Jami had finally lost the shovel and was now held by the enemy with a tight grip on her throat. He was raising a blade shaped like a rat’s tail, ready to plunge it into her heart, when Mikran cut off his head, catching Jami before she fell to the ground entirely. He touched her injured throat briefly, healing it. Then turned to dispose of the bodies. This being 21st century earth, he knew he couldn’t leave them here.
Meanwhile, Jami went and grabbed up Audrey, raining kisses upon the dog’s head. For the first time in years, Audrey returned them without looking for a belly rub.
Seeing Mikran had finished his clean up spell, so the only evidence of the assholes having been there was Mikran himself, she rushed over. Afraid he’d vanish she clung to his arm, raising her face to him. The tracks of her tears were dry now, but new tears were forming, these ones of gratitude.
“Thank you,” she said repeatedly. Unable to say much more.
Mikran put his free arm around her, smiling down before planting a kiss on her forehead. Then he frowned as he looked at Audrey. His healing spell had worked too well. The little dog had years ago been “fixed” so she couldn’t have puppies. However, his spell had caused the internal stitches to vanish and the reproductive organs to regrow. If anyone found out, the dog would be in serious danger. He couldn’t just put a spell on her to keep her from breeding for sooner or later a vet would examine too closely and her secret found out.
It was the perfect opening.
Keeping his arm around Jami, he opened his magic door and stepped all three of them through.
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Having explained what had happened to Jami, Mikran set her and Audrey down in his room at the mansion he called home in this part of the world. His world, not Jami’s. A world of magic and strange gods and goddesses. Here they would stay until Mikran figured out what to do.
Jami knew they could, of course, just go to another state and have Audrey fixed again. She knew Mikran knew this as well. So why did he want to keep her there? It couldn’t possibly be for the same reason as in the stories written about him. Why would he be interested in an ugly cow like her?
Mikran partly knew why he was doing it. Yes, he wanted her. When she had looked up at him with those grey-green eyes he had felt deep lust. He had also felt other things. Things he couldn’t explain even after all his years of life. There was an aura about her. There was also a strange connection between them. It wasn’t the connection he had with his descendants on her world. It was something different. For one thing, he could read her mind. Only partly to begin with, but as she spent more time in his world he could sense more and more of her thoughts. Including her mutual lust for him but deep shame for her body and an overwhelming shyness. And a wish.
He’d grant this wish because she wanted it so badly, but it would come with a price.
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Jami spun around in the mirror, clapping her hands at what she saw. Everything about her that was wrong was fixed. Oh, she was still fat, but now her stomach didn’t sag. There were no stretch marks and her breasts were high and firm. No scars anywhere on her body. No dark roots showed, the hair on her head would now grow out blond. There was also no unwanted hair anywhere on her body, never again would she need to shave or wax.
More then that, she felt so incredibly healthy! Like she could run for miles.
Mikran was watching her with a smile on his face. He had warned her that for granting her wish for physical beauty there would be a cost. That he liked her fine just the way she was, but she had begged so prettily.
Now he planned on collecting his payment. Grabbing her gently by the hips he turned her around and kissed her, his tongue reaching into her mouth and stroking the roof. He felt her body shake with sudden arousal.
He had changed many things about her body. To start with he made her mouth so sensitive that he could make her orgasm with a kiss. The inside of her vaginal canal was one giant G-spot. More then that, he had attuned her nervous system to him. So as ticklish as she was to others, she was even more so when he tickled her.
Tickling her was just what he was going to do. He knew it was what she wanted. He also knew the kind of bondage she expected, for him to use his own body. So instead he used a spell to bind her, seeking to surprise her. He succeeded.
The magic bondage held her now in mid-air, spread out like an X. Yet it was not uncomfortable. Though she could not move, she didn’t feel any weight or pressure on her limbs. It was almost like floating in a pool. Mikran could move her in any way he wished. So he started out by having her swing about till she was looking at the floor. Her head, free enough to move around, allowed her to look up at him as he reached out and began to tickle her lightly behind the ears.
She expected to giggle. Instead she guffawed and chortled. The tickling was incredibly intense and he was hardly doing anything at all. When his fingers moved from her ears to her throat, she thought she’d go crazy. Every touch was sending shockwaves of ticklish pleasure through her.
He tickled her forearms until tears sprung to her eyes. Then worked his way down in a slow, torturous path of tickling from her elbows to her armpits. Her nipples turgid and her body already coated with sweat. He sent great bell like peels of laughter from her with every stroke and probe to those hairless hollows.
Down her back he tickled her, reaching around to tickle her sides and belly. She cried out for mercy that she didn’t really want. Her head spinning. He flipped her over and worked her breasts with his ticklish touch, catching her mouth in a deeply erotic laughing kiss. As he tickled her his tongue swept the roof of her mouth until she orgasmed hard. Nearly passing out.
He spent what seemed like an eternity lapping ticklishly at her deep belly button before flipping her back over. Pausing. She knew where he was going to tickle next. The one spot she dreaded to be touched. His fingers flickered over the round globes of her buttocks. Working closer and closer - until he finally hit THE SPOT. Where her butt and thighs met. The most ticklish place on her body. When he tickled her in this uber ticklish region she thought she’d go made. Not just from the mind numbing tickling, but because it was making her come close to orgasming again.
However this time he didn’t let her cum just yet. Instead he began to slowly tickle her legs. From her thighs down to her ankles and back up again. After several minutes on the back of her legs, he flipped her over and tickled the fronts. Standing between the spread limbs so he could watch her clit begging for his attentions.
Yet he wasn’t ready to give her another orgasm yet. Instead he gave her a moment of rest and some water. Letting the fires dampen a bit. Then he adjusted his magic bondage so as to bring her feet together.
They were small feet. Short and wide with plump, highly wrinkled soles. In fact, two of the wrinkles on her right foot went down and partway into her rounded heel. Her toes were stubby and the second one just the slightly fraction of an inch longer then her big toe. He licked his lips at the sight of this feast, knowing what he had done to them with his magic.
A gentle touch. A brief tickle and Jami nearly had the greatest orgasm of her life! Mikran had bespelled her feet so the stimulation not only made her laugh, but gave her the greatest sexual pleasure ever.
He began the foot tickling in earnest now. Feather light drags along the soles. Brief moments between the toes. Building up. He kissed and licked her feet as his fingers began to fly. His beard magically reaching out to tickle her under the nails. With each tickle Jami came and came again, laughing as one orgasm after another rolled over her and piled up until she was nothing but a mass of tickling induced orgasms.
And when she thought she could take no more her legs were spread again. Mikran had produced two magic feathers that kept tickling her feet while his mouth went to work on her. Pushing aside her swollen labia. Finding her clit, long since fulled emerged from it’s hood. As she was tickled into another orgasm on her feet, so too was Mikran bringing her to another one instantly with his mouth. Sometimes shrinking to snake-like perportions so as to flicker against the smallest of spots. Other times growing large and somewhat bumpy so as to give the whole of her aching womanhood a treat like it never had.
His beard grew out and began to tickle the rest of her. It was over her belly, down her thighs, tickling her breasts - especially her rock hard nipples. Beard hairs were tickling her armpits, her neck.
His fingers were on her uber-zone. She didn’t know how she could keep up this laughing. Her voice should’ve gone out between it and the screams of pleasure.
When Mikran himself could take it no more, he lowered her a bit and took off his robes. His massive member free now to take it’s pleasure as well.
For a moment Jami was terrified. Doctors had told her that her vagina had never fully grown. That it was smaller then a woman’s should be. One had made her use “medical dildos” to try and stretch the area, but even afterwards he said she was too small. Of course, she didn’t know that the doctors were wrong, that she was perfectly normal for her. Which was why Mikran’s healing spell didn’t fix it - it was already correct.
Then, looking into Mikran’s eyes, she remembered he could change his penis with magic took. It became slenderer and slipped into her easily. Slowly growing inside her until it was a perfect fit. As he continued to tickle her both with his fingers and with magic, he began to thrust. Jami now found out about what he had done to her vaginal canal. She could feel every thrust in the way no woman could before. She longed to give Mikran the release he had given her repeatedly, as if he was making up for all those years that her orgasms came from a machine.
He sensed her desire, and releasing the magic enough that he could bring her up, wrap her arms around his neck, and kiss her laughing mouth, he shouted out his own completion before finally stopping the ruthless tickling. He carried her to his bed. Audrey, who had slept through the entire proceedings, moved over to allow the lovers to cuddle for a bit.
Jami slept with a peaceful smile on her face, for the first time in her entire life feeling at home. It was like she was where she belonged, finally. Sure, there was no computers, no Star Trek or Barry Manilow, but there was something about being here that made her feel - whole.
Mikran covered both of them up, then, when Audrey demanded it, the little dog too. He had made up his mind that Jami belonged here with him. However he felt another connection out there somewhere. Back in the world he had snatched Jami from. Someone that in Jami’s mind, she kept referring to as - Isabeau.....
~~The End~~
