MrMacphisto
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Hey, guys. I'm back with another one. This story is actually a continuation of the storylines from the first three chapters I wrote. They involve Dr. Boskonovitch drinking the blood of Ogre and turning into a beast that thrives off of the laughter and pleasure resulting from tickling. These preceding stories are somewhere in this section on a later page.... Anyway, like before, the first few paragraphs set the stage, and the tickling comes next. Let me know what you liked, and if you have any constructive criticism or ideas for future stories, please share.... 
The King of Iron Feather Tournament, Part Five: Kunimitsu's Torture
The New God of Fighting was alone in the forests of Hokkaido relishing his torture of Anna and Nina Williams. He had immensely enjoyed hearing their uncontrollable laughter from his fingers and feathers stroking their bodies. The energy he gained from their forced mirth still coursed through his veins, and he longed for a new target....
The memories of Dr. Boskonovitch remained in the subconscious of the monster and answered his question of who to torture next. There was a mysterious ninja that had captured the doctor during the Second King of Iron Fist Tournament. He had been liberated by Yoshimitsu, but he was never able to punish his captor. Now, the monster knew it was time to find his elusive nemesis, Kunimitsu....
Not far from where the God of Fighting was, Kunimitsu was taking an invigorating shower in a cold waterfall. She felt the clear blue water cascade down her nude, beautiful body. Though she had been raised in Japan among a secretive ninja clan, her ivory skin and crimson hair displayed her Scotch-Irish heritage. She had excelled as Yoshimitsu's second-in-command for many years, but it wasn't long before she surpassed her master's skills. The ninja cyborg had grown jealous of her superior ability and sought to expel her from the clan, but Kunimitsu sensed the envy of her former friend. She left the clan of her own volition and joined the army of the Mishima empire. Kazuya was quite impressed with her agility and initiated her as one of his personal bodyguards.
During the second tournament, she had captured Dr. Boskonovitch and stolen Yoshimitsu's sword, but Yoshimitsu emerged victorious on both accounts by the end. He had humiliated her in a fateful battle that had left her recovering from near-fatal wounds during the entirety of the third tournament. She was glad that the bothersome robot hadn't left any permanent scars upon her curvaceous form. Nevertheless, now that the fourth tournament had begun, she plotted to end her feud with her former master....
Kunimitsu sighed and walked out from under the waterfall as she observed the peaceful scenery around her. Her tender bare feet felt the softness of the riverbank as she stepped out of the stream. The cool breeze of the evening against her dripping wet skin helped her relax after a hard day's work.
The War God lustfully gazed upon the ethereal nymph before him from the camouflage of some underbrush. As he had watched her bathe in the waterfall, his hatred for his former captor gradually became a longing to feel the warmth of her skin against him. Her beauty had always been hidden by her ninja outfits, but he could now see that behind her kabuki mask was the face of an angel. Her green eyes contrasted her red hair perfectly, and her pale skin was almost luminescent. She looked like a cross between Alicia Witt and Priscilla James, and her nubile body just screamed to be tickled. This had been the reason why he had left her as vulnerable as possible....
Kunimitsu stretched her limber arms and legs to unwind further. The tensions of being a bodyguard were hard to put aside, especially when working with a client as demanding and controversial as Kazuya Mishima. She decided that a few hours of meditation later would help her prepare for next week's stresses at the tournament. Just as she was about to continue this train of thought, a sudden realization startled her. Her towel and clothes were missing! She had left them a few feet from the riverbank without any suspicion of losing them while she was in a supposedly secluded section of the forest. Instantly, her mind pondered the possibility of her rivalry with Yoshimitsu taking a prurient turn. Perhaps, the pathetic cyborg was not only jealous--he was also perverted. She placed her hands on her hips and wryly smiled as she scanned her surroundings. "Ok, if you really wanted to see me naked, you could have just asked. I didn't think you would stoop to this level; besides, I thought you still had some geisha in your pitiful clique!"
Out from the bushes stepped a creature that Kunimitsu wasn't expecting. Her jaw dropped in astonishment as she saw the presumed-dead War God drop her belongings in a crumpled pile at his feet. Instinctively, she dove back into the stream and frantically swam to the other side. The monster grinned and leapt over the width of the stream after having a running start. Kunimitsu pulled herself onto the riverbank and found herself looking up at the intimidating beast that was only about a yard in front of her. "No!!!" She was almost able to jump back into the stream, until she felt the War God's arms wrap around her waist. She tried to kick out of his grasp, but suddenly, his fingers wiggled into her sides.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA
She squirmed at these ticklish touches and was unable to concentrate enough to fight the creature off. Just as she was beginning to withstand the sensations she felt on her sides and stomach, his hands moved up higher and probed her sensitive ribs.
HUHUHUHUHUUHUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAA
Her yelps of surprise quickly became full throated laughter as his fingers slid into her armpits. She hunched over in her spasms and the War God gently let her body rest against the soft ground, while his fingers still wiggled in her underarms.
Kunimitsu's mind raced with ticklishness, and she was thoroughly confused by this chain of events. What was the God of Fighting doing here, and why was he tickling her? Before she could put together any ideas, he set the back of her hyperventilating body on the grass. She slowly caught her breath and looked up at her aggressor in just enough time to feel her plump breasts being fondled. Instead of being offended, she moaned reflexively at the touch of his warm hands.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNHHHHHH
It had been a long time since she had felt the caress of another. Her strict lifestyle and disciplined occupation required that she spend long periods of time alert and emotionally (and intimately) distant. Sure, the thought of getting involved with Kazuya had crossed her mind, but the nature of her employment and Kazuya's apparent lack of interest had prevented this from ever happening. Now, this grotesque monster had started to molest her, but the intensity of this rare pleasure overwhelmed her.
The War God noticed the contentment on his victim's pretty face and decided to heat things up. He leaned down and licked her bright pink (and incredibly hard) nipples as he straddled her and stroked her hips. Kunimitsu twitched her pelvis erotically as she moaned and laughed simultaneously. She ran her fingers through his hair and let the sensations consume her.
For 15 minutes, the creature licked her breasts and sucked her nipples, with the intermittent worship of her toned stomach and navel with his nimble tongue. The muscular firmness of her abs made it easy for his tongue and fingers to slide across, and Kunimitsu would laugh helplessly with each stroke.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA
At this point, Kunimitsu was locked into the same horny mental state that Anna and Nina had entered after being subjected to the beast's ministrations. Though she didn't find the monster attractive at all, she closed her eyes while her hedonism consumed her.
The God of Fighting let his hands lightly graze her legs as he slid down her shuddering body. His fingers stopped at her ankles, and Kunimitsu wondered why he had stopped moving. The War God admired her long, slender feet; her toes were also slender, with the middle toes being the longest. The nails were painted a shiny shade of pink.
Kunimitsu nearly snapped out of her trance, when suddenly, she felt the beast grab her ankles and flip her onto her stomach. He held her ankles in an armlock and examined her pink soles with fascination. He brushed the small bits of dirt from her moist soles and could feel her body jerk with each touch. Her soles were very soft, and judging by her reactions, considerably sensitive.
Although she didn't know it beforehand, Kunimitsu's feet turned out to be extremely sensitive. Even the few quick strokes the creature teased her soles with were unbearable. She had never been tickled like this previously, and she never would've guessed her feet would be such a hot spot. She beseeched the monster to spare her feet, but he proceeded to wiggle his fingers rapidly up and down her soles as she laughed uncontrollably.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA
PLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEZZZZZ
SESESESTTEHEHEHHEHEHAHAHAHAAHAHHHAAHAAAAAPPP
The God of Fighting didn't leave a single inch of her feet untouched. He enjoyed giving her pleasure, but he still needed to teach Kunimitsu a lesson. He tortured her heels, arches, the balls of her feet, and even the sides. However, her laughter reached a new level of helplessness as he stroked her toes. Kunimitsu went into violent convulsions as he explored the most ticklish part of her feet. She was banging her fists against the ground and begging for mercy by the time he slid feathers between her toes.
She was startled yet again when she felt his tongue slither along her soles and toes. This tingling sensation still tickled, but it felt sensual as well. Though she couldn't stand the tickling, she was getting aroused. Moans mixed with her laughter again as the War God sucked her toes.
OOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHUHUHUHUHUUUUUUUNNNNNHHHHH
After another 15 minutes of mixing tickling Kunimitsu's feet with his fingers and licking and sucking them, she was breathing hard and sweating. Her skin was almost as red as her hair, her sides were sore, and her loins were burning for attention. The beast saw the penitent look in her eyes and knew that she had been punished enough. The beast flipped her onto her back again, and licked her legs as he wiggled his fingers on them. She laughed and playfully pulled him towards her mound with her legs. He could see the look of lust in her gaze as she could see it in his own. He angled his head down towards her womanhood and sniffed the urgency in her scent. Her auburn curls proved that she was a natural redhead, and he whipped his long tongue wildly across her mound. She flexed her legs spasmodically as his tongue titillated her lips and abruptly entered her. She screamed out and began to grind rhythmically against his thrusting tongue. In order to torment her further, his hands grasped and stroked her firm buttocks. Her rhythm became more erratic, and her squeals of laughter accompanied her moaning once more. His tongue started to twist inside of her, which both teased her clit and tickled her inner walls. The ticklish feelings inside her brought her into a hysteria beyond the one she had been in when the monster tickled her feet, and yet, she felt such ecstasy that she orgasmed after a few short minutes.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAA
YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEESSSS
Her eardrum-splitting scream of laughter fed the God of Fighting with more energy than Nina had given him, and like before, he passed out. Kunimitsu curled up next to him before she also passed out.
TO BE CONTINUED
The King of Iron Feather Tournament, Part Five: Kunimitsu's Torture
The New God of Fighting was alone in the forests of Hokkaido relishing his torture of Anna and Nina Williams. He had immensely enjoyed hearing their uncontrollable laughter from his fingers and feathers stroking their bodies. The energy he gained from their forced mirth still coursed through his veins, and he longed for a new target....
The memories of Dr. Boskonovitch remained in the subconscious of the monster and answered his question of who to torture next. There was a mysterious ninja that had captured the doctor during the Second King of Iron Fist Tournament. He had been liberated by Yoshimitsu, but he was never able to punish his captor. Now, the monster knew it was time to find his elusive nemesis, Kunimitsu....
Not far from where the God of Fighting was, Kunimitsu was taking an invigorating shower in a cold waterfall. She felt the clear blue water cascade down her nude, beautiful body. Though she had been raised in Japan among a secretive ninja clan, her ivory skin and crimson hair displayed her Scotch-Irish heritage. She had excelled as Yoshimitsu's second-in-command for many years, but it wasn't long before she surpassed her master's skills. The ninja cyborg had grown jealous of her superior ability and sought to expel her from the clan, but Kunimitsu sensed the envy of her former friend. She left the clan of her own volition and joined the army of the Mishima empire. Kazuya was quite impressed with her agility and initiated her as one of his personal bodyguards.
During the second tournament, she had captured Dr. Boskonovitch and stolen Yoshimitsu's sword, but Yoshimitsu emerged victorious on both accounts by the end. He had humiliated her in a fateful battle that had left her recovering from near-fatal wounds during the entirety of the third tournament. She was glad that the bothersome robot hadn't left any permanent scars upon her curvaceous form. Nevertheless, now that the fourth tournament had begun, she plotted to end her feud with her former master....
Kunimitsu sighed and walked out from under the waterfall as she observed the peaceful scenery around her. Her tender bare feet felt the softness of the riverbank as she stepped out of the stream. The cool breeze of the evening against her dripping wet skin helped her relax after a hard day's work.
The War God lustfully gazed upon the ethereal nymph before him from the camouflage of some underbrush. As he had watched her bathe in the waterfall, his hatred for his former captor gradually became a longing to feel the warmth of her skin against him. Her beauty had always been hidden by her ninja outfits, but he could now see that behind her kabuki mask was the face of an angel. Her green eyes contrasted her red hair perfectly, and her pale skin was almost luminescent. She looked like a cross between Alicia Witt and Priscilla James, and her nubile body just screamed to be tickled. This had been the reason why he had left her as vulnerable as possible....
Kunimitsu stretched her limber arms and legs to unwind further. The tensions of being a bodyguard were hard to put aside, especially when working with a client as demanding and controversial as Kazuya Mishima. She decided that a few hours of meditation later would help her prepare for next week's stresses at the tournament. Just as she was about to continue this train of thought, a sudden realization startled her. Her towel and clothes were missing! She had left them a few feet from the riverbank without any suspicion of losing them while she was in a supposedly secluded section of the forest. Instantly, her mind pondered the possibility of her rivalry with Yoshimitsu taking a prurient turn. Perhaps, the pathetic cyborg was not only jealous--he was also perverted. She placed her hands on her hips and wryly smiled as she scanned her surroundings. "Ok, if you really wanted to see me naked, you could have just asked. I didn't think you would stoop to this level; besides, I thought you still had some geisha in your pitiful clique!"
Out from the bushes stepped a creature that Kunimitsu wasn't expecting. Her jaw dropped in astonishment as she saw the presumed-dead War God drop her belongings in a crumpled pile at his feet. Instinctively, she dove back into the stream and frantically swam to the other side. The monster grinned and leapt over the width of the stream after having a running start. Kunimitsu pulled herself onto the riverbank and found herself looking up at the intimidating beast that was only about a yard in front of her. "No!!!" She was almost able to jump back into the stream, until she felt the War God's arms wrap around her waist. She tried to kick out of his grasp, but suddenly, his fingers wiggled into her sides.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA
She squirmed at these ticklish touches and was unable to concentrate enough to fight the creature off. Just as she was beginning to withstand the sensations she felt on her sides and stomach, his hands moved up higher and probed her sensitive ribs.
HUHUHUHUHUUHUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAA
Her yelps of surprise quickly became full throated laughter as his fingers slid into her armpits. She hunched over in her spasms and the War God gently let her body rest against the soft ground, while his fingers still wiggled in her underarms.
Kunimitsu's mind raced with ticklishness, and she was thoroughly confused by this chain of events. What was the God of Fighting doing here, and why was he tickling her? Before she could put together any ideas, he set the back of her hyperventilating body on the grass. She slowly caught her breath and looked up at her aggressor in just enough time to feel her plump breasts being fondled. Instead of being offended, she moaned reflexively at the touch of his warm hands.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNHHHHHH
It had been a long time since she had felt the caress of another. Her strict lifestyle and disciplined occupation required that she spend long periods of time alert and emotionally (and intimately) distant. Sure, the thought of getting involved with Kazuya had crossed her mind, but the nature of her employment and Kazuya's apparent lack of interest had prevented this from ever happening. Now, this grotesque monster had started to molest her, but the intensity of this rare pleasure overwhelmed her.
The War God noticed the contentment on his victim's pretty face and decided to heat things up. He leaned down and licked her bright pink (and incredibly hard) nipples as he straddled her and stroked her hips. Kunimitsu twitched her pelvis erotically as she moaned and laughed simultaneously. She ran her fingers through his hair and let the sensations consume her.
For 15 minutes, the creature licked her breasts and sucked her nipples, with the intermittent worship of her toned stomach and navel with his nimble tongue. The muscular firmness of her abs made it easy for his tongue and fingers to slide across, and Kunimitsu would laugh helplessly with each stroke.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA
At this point, Kunimitsu was locked into the same horny mental state that Anna and Nina had entered after being subjected to the beast's ministrations. Though she didn't find the monster attractive at all, she closed her eyes while her hedonism consumed her.
The God of Fighting let his hands lightly graze her legs as he slid down her shuddering body. His fingers stopped at her ankles, and Kunimitsu wondered why he had stopped moving. The War God admired her long, slender feet; her toes were also slender, with the middle toes being the longest. The nails were painted a shiny shade of pink.
Kunimitsu nearly snapped out of her trance, when suddenly, she felt the beast grab her ankles and flip her onto her stomach. He held her ankles in an armlock and examined her pink soles with fascination. He brushed the small bits of dirt from her moist soles and could feel her body jerk with each touch. Her soles were very soft, and judging by her reactions, considerably sensitive.
Although she didn't know it beforehand, Kunimitsu's feet turned out to be extremely sensitive. Even the few quick strokes the creature teased her soles with were unbearable. She had never been tickled like this previously, and she never would've guessed her feet would be such a hot spot. She beseeched the monster to spare her feet, but he proceeded to wiggle his fingers rapidly up and down her soles as she laughed uncontrollably.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA
PLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEZZZZZ
SESESESTTEHEHEHHEHEHAHAHAHAAHAHHHAAHAAAAAPPP
The God of Fighting didn't leave a single inch of her feet untouched. He enjoyed giving her pleasure, but he still needed to teach Kunimitsu a lesson. He tortured her heels, arches, the balls of her feet, and even the sides. However, her laughter reached a new level of helplessness as he stroked her toes. Kunimitsu went into violent convulsions as he explored the most ticklish part of her feet. She was banging her fists against the ground and begging for mercy by the time he slid feathers between her toes.
She was startled yet again when she felt his tongue slither along her soles and toes. This tingling sensation still tickled, but it felt sensual as well. Though she couldn't stand the tickling, she was getting aroused. Moans mixed with her laughter again as the War God sucked her toes.
OOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHUHUHUHUHUUUUUUUNNNNNHHHHH
After another 15 minutes of mixing tickling Kunimitsu's feet with his fingers and licking and sucking them, she was breathing hard and sweating. Her skin was almost as red as her hair, her sides were sore, and her loins were burning for attention. The beast saw the penitent look in her eyes and knew that she had been punished enough. The beast flipped her onto her back again, and licked her legs as he wiggled his fingers on them. She laughed and playfully pulled him towards her mound with her legs. He could see the look of lust in her gaze as she could see it in his own. He angled his head down towards her womanhood and sniffed the urgency in her scent. Her auburn curls proved that she was a natural redhead, and he whipped his long tongue wildly across her mound. She flexed her legs spasmodically as his tongue titillated her lips and abruptly entered her. She screamed out and began to grind rhythmically against his thrusting tongue. In order to torment her further, his hands grasped and stroked her firm buttocks. Her rhythm became more erratic, and her squeals of laughter accompanied her moaning once more. His tongue started to twist inside of her, which both teased her clit and tickled her inner walls. The ticklish feelings inside her brought her into a hysteria beyond the one she had been in when the monster tickled her feet, and yet, she felt such ecstasy that she orgasmed after a few short minutes.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAA
YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEESSSS
Her eardrum-splitting scream of laughter fed the God of Fighting with more energy than Nina had given him, and like before, he passed out. Kunimitsu curled up next to him before she also passed out.
TO BE CONTINUED
