Welcome to the next chapter of City of Sororities! It looks like things are heating up for our heroines this time!
The Characters:
Camilla – Strong and athletic, Camilla’s greatest aspiration is to rush the Sorority of City Guards. A believer in law and order above all, Camilla tends to be the responsible one in a group. She has been drafted by the Dark Lady, leader of the Sorority of Thieves, to find a dangerous magical idol. Camilla is ticklish all over her body, a weakness which cost her admission to the Sorority of City Guards the last time she rushed them.
Maggie – One-quarter giantess, Maggie is twelve feet tall with an enormous pair of feet to match her stature. Maggie belongs to the Sorority of Explorers, but despite her rustic job and physical strength she tends to be quite girly, taking regular pedicures as part of her life as a city girl. Maggie’s worst tickle spots are her giant-sized feet, which are hyper-ticklish to the touch. But there is a good side to her sensitive tootsies: an expert foot massage can take her to the heights of utter ecstasy.
Mindy – Geek girl and avid tabletop gamer, Mindy belongs to the Sorority of Sages where she studies the phenomenon of magic between roleplaying sessions. Mindy has no end of tickle spots, but is most ticklish on her upper body, especially her underarms and her enormous breasts. However, as ticklish as Mindy is, tickling has an intensely erotic effect on her. Being tickled, especially on her breasts, has brought Mindy to some of the most overwhelming orgasms she has ever experienced.
The Story So Far:
Our three heroines have fallen into a trap! Following the trail of the golden idol and the mysterious masked strangers associated with it, the clues led the three girls to the shadowy mansion of Sableridge Manor. Once inside, they hoped to do some spying to further their information, but it appears they had been expected. Coming face-to-face with one of the masked strangers wielding the golden idol itself, the three girls were overwhelmed and fell unconscious at the feet of their adversaries. What dangers await them when they finally awaken?
And now,
City of Sororities - Chapter 5
Dark dreams plagued Camilla’s uneasy sleep. They felt like memories: memories that belonged to no one and yet had now found their way inside her mind. Before she could see anything, Camilla was only aware of a swarm of emotions, flooding through her mind with frightening intensity. She felt fear, anger, and frustration: impotent rage and the terror of helplessness. But above all she felt torment. As the darkness parted to reveal the vision, Camilla could see where these emotions came from.
Alone in the darkness was a chair made of black, glittering obsidian. It may once have been a throne, but now it was an implement of torture. A beautiful, pale-skinned woman dressed as a great warlord sat in it, shackled and tied to the chair until she was motionless. On the ground beside her were her boots, leaving her bare feet elevated on a block of stone in front of her. And from out of the darkness like wisps of a nightmare came long tendrils that tickled her bare feet without mercy.
Her regal robe, a symbol of her great power over magic and followers alike, hung open about her shoulders with no clothing at all underneath to protect her. Magical amulets around her neck clattered and bounced in all directions, their wards useless. Her fingers and toes were bedecked with gemstone rings, each of them holding vast powers, but the tickling would not abate long enough for her to summon their powers. With all these weapons at her disposal, she had been defeated by tickling.
“YOU CAHAHAHAN’T DO THIS TO MEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!” howled the woman. Camilla felt her outrage and indignity that she, of all her kind, should have her body turned against her like this. But even she, the greatest warlord and wielder of magic her race had ever known, was subject to the weakness of her kind. She had brought armies to heel by herself, and her hand had crafted some of the most powerful magical artifacts ever known to exist. Never before and possibly never again had such powers reached a nexus in a single woman. And now she lay helpless, laughing hysterically as her soft, tender feet were mercilessly tickled. The humiliation was too great to bear.
“I MAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHADE YOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOO!!!” It was true: to be turned on by her own greatest creation, which was supposed to have been her crowning glory, was an even deeper shame. But she still held a link to her creation, and she felt what it was feeling: pleasure. A voracious rapture that would only be satisfied by tickling her within an inch of her life. It was originally made to obey, but now not only did it think for itself, it could feel. It wanted more of this intoxicating pleasure, and it would stop at nothing to get it.
As the dream slipped away from Camilla, she could see the darkness parting. In front of the warlord, controlling the ethereal wisps that tickled her feet was a deep blue glow. In the center of the glow floated a golden idol of a kneeling woman, radiating power and lustful purpose. In the depths of its victim’s mind there was but a single thought: she had unleashed something terrible upon the world.
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“Hello?”
Mindy’s voice echoed desolately through the dark cavern. She tried again to free herself from the stone rack that she had awoken to find herself shackled to, but was rewarded only with a faint clatter of chains. Above the rack a torch flickered in its sconce, dimly lighting her immediate surroundings. All around her, her cavernous surroundings faded into black without any kind of distinguishing features. All she knew is that she had woken up in a dark cave, probably a catacomb beneath the surface of Port Bastion. And apparently, someone wanted her to stay here.
The cavern was deathly quiet as she scanned it for any signs of life. Not a single drop of water fell from the craggy stalactites on the ceiling, and not a single plant or animal could be seen on the rough, gravelly ground. But despite this, Mindy knew she was not alone. Her magical training had made her more attuned to certain forces, and she now felt a presence which she could not ignore. Someone or something of great power was watching her.
“Hello?” called Mindy again without much hope. “Is anyone there?”
“I see you are the first to awaken,” said a voice in the darkness. The sudden reply caused Mindy to start, her chains rattling as she looked around for the speaker.
The presence that Mindy had felt before was magnified a hundredfold as the owner of the voice approached her. Mindy could feel its every footstep, stalking through the darkness and parting it like a wave. Mindy had felt magic before, but this was something different. This was not the mere harnessing of magical power; this was power embodied.
“I have waited longer for this than you can imagine,” continued the voice. Mindy could feel its reverberations off the cold walls, making her skin tingle with the intensity of its presence. “And now at last, you are here.”
At the last word, the speaker stepped into the island of light surrounding Mindy, and she gasped out loud. She recognized it all too well: it was a tall figure in a flowing black cloak, wearing a silver mask with two thin slits for eyes and a broad mocking grin. She was at last face-to-face with one of the masked figures she had been chasing all this time, and she was completely in its power.
“W—who are you?” asked Mindy, trembling. “What do you want with me?”
The figure spoke not a word, but answered simply by unfastening its black robe and letting the robe slide from its body.
Mindy stared agog as the black robe fell noiselessly to the floor. The figure underneath was undeniably female, but more than that, she had the most perfect body Mindy had ever seen.
Her pale alabaster skin was the color of pure moonlight, and almost seemed to shimmer in the darkness. Mindy’s gaze began at her bare feet with their gracefully curved arches, showing her wrinkled soles as she stepped delicately out of her discarded robe like a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis. Mindy looked upwards past the long, pale legs and smooth, creamy thighs to her beautifully curvaceous ass, held in some of the smallest and tightest leather shorts Mindy had ever seen. Still higher past her taut stomach and flirtatiously exposed navel, to an absolutely breathtaking pair of breasts. Full, round, and perfectly sculpted, they hung beneath her skimpy halter top like tempting ivory fruits begging to be picked. A pair of pert nipples peeked out through the thin fabric of her top. Mindy’s gaze lingered on these flawless breasts, bouncing ever so gently as the woman walked forward. Mindy felt herself breathing more heavily as she stared longingly. But her attention was immediately re-diverted as the woman reached up with her delicate alabaster hands to remove her mask.
Underneath was the face of a goddess. Her high cheekbones framed a pair of mesmerizing blue eyes, which pierced Mindy with a look of unbounded desire. She batted her long, thick eyelashes and licked her full ruby lips with the lip of her velvety tongue. Time stood still for Mindy as the woman shook her long mane of ebony hair, every silken strand fluttering in the cool air. Just looking at her made Mindy feel weak inside.
Mindy had a thousand questions, but her voice failed her. She simply stared.
The woman smiled at Mindy: a smile so wrapped in lascivious meaning that it mesmerized her with lust. “I know who you are, my dear,” said the woman, “but I think you know at least what I am.”
“You’re…you’re a shadow elf,” said Mindy, barely daring to believe it. The shadow elves were a mysterious race of the Continent with whom no contact had been recorded for centuries. The Sorority of Sages owned some of the few books in existence to even reference them: dusty tomes of forgotten lore that had been translated and re-translated over generations. Descriptions of their society differed wildly from one account to another: one narrator claimed they were a harmonious and peaceful race, another claimed they lived only to make war. It was agreed that they were masters of magic, more so than any human could hope to become, but the source of their magical powers was greatly disputed. However, there was one fact on which all sources were in agreement: the shadow elves were a race of unearthly beauty. Tantalizing pictures adorned those old yellowed pages, drawn by those who had claimed to see the shadow elves. The grace and perfection of their forms had caused Mindy to linger many a time over those pages, pining for the day when she might see such perfect beauty in the flesh. And now that it was before her, it was more than she ever could have hoped for.
“You sound surprised,” said the woman with a smile both radiant and chilling.
“Why did you bring us here?” asked Mindy, unsure of whether she was terrified or enraptured.
“It was not I who chose to bring you here,” said the woman. “I am merely a humble servant to a force far older than myself. A force which you yourself were beginning to suspect was sentient. You know it, my dear, as the golden idol that you have been chasing.”
“The idol is elven?” asked Mindy in disbelief.
“It is,” replied the woman. “It was created by us, and sustained by our power. I am its mistress: its guardian and executor of its will. It is a duty I have been tasked with for longer than you can know.
“The idol is one of our oldest and most powerful artifacts,” continued the mistress. “Long ago, it brought a great army to its knees. But since then, it has slumbered. It remained asleep for centuries until one of us, only a foolish girl, stole it and absconded to the surface with it. It was an act of simple greed, but it had a profound effect: being on the surface awakened the idol from its slumber after so many years. And now, it once again has a will. It has…desires.”
“W…what does it desire?” asked Mindy, afraid she would not like the answer.
The mistress smiled, touching Mindy’s chin gently with her fingertips as she gazed into her eyes. “It desires you,” said the mistress, her sweet breath warm on Mindy’s cheek.
“Me?” Mindy asked weakly.
“You, and your friends,” said the mistress. “It desired you from afar, and once the three of you were together it revealed itself to you. It guided you, steering you along the path it wished you to travel, and we were waiting at the end to collect you. And now, you belong to us, my dear.”
“What are you going to do to me?” asked Mindy. She was afraid, but perversely she felt something even stronger at the word “belong”: a breathless sense of desire.
“What I have been tasked with doing,” said the mistress with a predatory smile as she circled her captive. “And what I am uniquely qualified to do. For you see, above all else, we shadow elves are experts in the arts of tickle torture.”
“T…tickle torture?” asked Mindy. She felt her face go white.
“But of course.” The mistress gave a chilling smile. “We have become experts in it. Shadow elves are the most ticklish race on the entire continent, and we have become experts at exploiting this weakness. Long ago, we warred among ourselves, our powerful magic turned on each other in stalemates that lasted for years. But then we learned to appreciate our more…subtle weaknesses. To bypass magic and use the body itself as a weapon of conquest.
“And to deal with our weaknesses, we developed certain strengths, as well.” The mistress smiled as she held up her slender, feminine hands for Mindy to see. Mindy was about to ask what she was looking at, when there was a soft sound like a steel blade sliding through velvet. Suddenly, fingernails emerged from the tips of the mistress’ fingers, like the retractable claws of a cat being extended. And to Mindy’s eyes, they were even more frightening. Two inches long and sharply curved like talons, they glittered pure silver in the darkness. Each of them were filed to rounded points and twitched hungrily. They were the perfect weapons of ticklish destruction.
The mistress seemed to read her thoughts. “They are just as deadly as they look,” said the mistress with satisfaction. “In fact, when used on tender shadow elf flesh, they are capable of tickling a woman to death. I can’t wait to see what they can do on you.”
“K…keep those away from me!” pleaded Mindy, terrified. She shifted her weight on the rack but she remained painfully exposed.
“Why?” The mistress smiled like the cat who ate the canary. “Do you have ticklish underarms, my dear?”
“No! No, you can’t!” cried Mindy in a panic. She tried desperately to lower her arms, but her hands remained shackled above her head.
“Oh, but I will, my dear,” smiled the mistress with anticipation. She stepped slowly, purposefully closer. “Are you ready?”
Mindy opened her mouth to protest, but no words came out. At that moment, the mistress gently pressed her index fingers into the centers of Mindy’s exposed underarms.
“YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAA!!!” Mindy had never dreamed that a single touch could tickle so badly. As those long fingernails pressed into her soft unresisting flesh, Mindy felt her body go into convulsions, desperate to escape. The touch lasted only a second, but to her, it was an eternity. When her respite finally came she was gasping for breath, and any resistance she might have had was gone.
“Please no!” pleaded Mindy, trembling.
“Do you mean, do this?” asked the mistress with a smile. She touched her fingernails to Mindy’s ticklish underarms a second time.
“AAAAAAAAAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAA!!!” Mindy’s humiliation was intensified by how little effort was required to make her scream, but control was impossible. She knew her body, and she knew what would make it utterly helpless.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle!” taunted the mistress, applying more of her fingers to Mindy’s underarms as she screamed with laughter. “I want to hear more of that beautiful laugh of yours!”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! OH GAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHADDD!!!” Mindy had no choice but to comply.
“Oh my, such tender skin,” exclaimed the mistress with delight. With all ten of her long fingernails in play, she began to walk her fingers up and down Mindy’s underarms, leaving soft indentations in the tender skin.
“I CAHAHAHAHAHANNN’T TAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE IT!!!” Mindy pleaded, crying so hard that she could not even see her torturer anymore. Mindy knew she had ticklish underarms, but she never imagined they could be exploited like this.
“Koochie koo! Are you enjoying these fingernails, my dear?” asked the mistress teasingly. “Ironic that our race, so ticklish ourselves, would have the ultimate weapons of ticklish destruction at our disposal. I’m pleased to see they have almost as much of an effect on the human body as they do on ours.”
“YEEEAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAAA!!!” The mistress’ calm speech was lost on Mindy, lost in the depths of hysterics. Her tortured mind knew only one thought: anything to make it stop! Those sharp, cruel fingernails were devastating her ticklish underarms. Even worse, they worked their way slowly downward, squeezing Mindy’s ticklish ribs and forcing even more laughter out of her exhausted lungs.
“Ooh, I could tickle this beautiful body all day,” giggled the mistress, moving her hands up and down between ribs and underarms with a harpist’s dexterous movements. “But I’m not sure you would survive it, my dear. After all, I don’t want you to be used up so quickly. I have plans for you.”
“PLEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEASE!!! AAAAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAA!!!” Mindy was not even sure she would survive to see these plans: the tickling was so intense that she was sure she would not last much longer.
The mistress could see Mindy was at her limit, but her face betrayed nothing but amusement. “Will you beg me to stop, my dear?” she asked, as her long fingernails ravaged Mindy’s underarms.
“I BEEHEEHEEHEEHEEGGG YOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOO!!! MERCEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!” pleaded Mindy.
The mistress weighed her options, as though she would consider letting Mindy die of laughter. But at last, she withdrew her tickling fingernails with the look of granting a great act of mercy. Mindy felt her entire body collapse with relief and utter exhaustion. After surviving such an intense tickling, she felt she could not have moved a muscle if her life depended on it.
“Was it good for you, too?” giggled the mistress.
Mindy tried to form words, but no sound would escape from her lips. She felt deflated, utterly powerless.
“Such a delicate little thing,” said the mistress with a smile. “I haven’t even shown you what I’m fully capable of. But then, very few of my enemies have ever seen the extent of my abilities. Some of the most dangerous warlords and criminals of the shadow elf race have lain where you lie right now, my dear. They spat defiance at me, with their soft ticklish bodies spread out before me. And they watched as these fingernails descended upon them, and they felt the first touch…” The mistress’ eyes filled with longing and sweet remembrance. “These halls have seen the ticklish downfall of the very strongest of our race, heard the pleading laughter of the proudest of conquerors. None of them, my dear, could stand against these fingers.”
And now, thought Mindy desperately, they were poised towards her. She could feel the terror that those women before her must have felt. Those long, cruel fingernails glittered before her, ready to tickle her soft flesh endlessly. She could almost feel it now, as the hands drew closer, and she shut her eyes in fear…
Suddenly Mindy heard a soft sliding sound, like a cat retracting its claws. Mindy opened her eyes again: the long fingernails were gone, withdrawn as easily as they had been extended. The mistress smiled at her, and with her soft fingertips, gently caressed Mindy’s taut stomach.
Mindy trembled at the touch, and she got goosebumps as the hand brushed across her skin. The hand was so soft, it was like being caressed with a satin glove. Mindy had to stifle a soft moan as a finger circled her bellybutton, and the soft tickling sensation caused a single tear to run down her cheek.
“It is different, isn’t it?” whispered the mistress into Mindy’s ear. Ever so softly, she gave the slightest touch to one of Mindy’s erect nipples, and was rewarded as Mindy squirmed with pleasure despite herself.
“Ohhhh…” whimpered Mindy as her entire body quivered. As ticklish as her breasts were, she would have given anything in the world to have them touched again.
“You’re very sensitive,” said the mistress softly, her satin fingers brushing up Mindy’s chest from her belly button. “Do you like this?”
“Oh yes,” gasped Mindy before she could think. The soft tickles made her feel weak.
“Then I have a surprise for you,” smiled the mistress. “I’m going to tickle those exquisite breasts of yours. I’m going to stroke them and fondle them and make you scream until you can’t take the pleasure anymore. I am going to show you exactly what the shadow elves do to big, ticklish tits.”
Mindy felt the breath leave her body. Silently, she mouthed the word, “no”.
“But you want it,” said the mistress seductively. “That much is obvious.” Mindy followed the mistress’ downward gaze, and she realized in embarrassment that the tickling she had endured had already left her dripping wet. Mindy shook her head desperately, but even she could feel it was a lie. The promise of what was going to be done to her drew her helplessly like a moth to a flame.
The mistress, too, sensed her internal conflict. “I know what you want,” she said softly. “Now, let me give it to you.” And with gently curved fingers, the mistress reached out with her satin touch to tickle the undersides of Mindy’s enormous breasts.
“EEEEEEEEAAAAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAA!!!!!” As rarely as Mindy was tickled on her breasts, she was still unprepared for how ticklish they were. The first gentle strokes ran through her body like lightning, turning every muscle to jelly. She felt her already erect nipples harden to the consistency of steel, and the swelling between her legs expanded in a burst of passionate heat. And this, she thought in the small piece of consciousness remaining, from only a brief touch.
The effects were pure torture, and yet deep inside she felt herself longing for more. With the size of her breasts, shopping for bras was nearly impossible, so she tended not to wear them. During those late-night tickle fights at the Sorority house, they had been tickled before: such enormous bouncing targets with nipples that protruded through any of her tops with ease were bound to be grabbed. But they had been quick and playful, as much pleasurable as anything else. This was different: slow, methodical torture from a woman who wanted only to tickle her to insanity. But as unbearable as it was, Mindy’s breasts had never felt such intense, violent pleasure before. She had to have more.
And the mistress definitely had more to give. Her soft fingers tickled all over Mindy’s quivering, spherical breasts, causing her to scream until she was weak with laughter. New worlds of sensation unfurled before her as her ticklish breasts faced the skills of a master. Soft fingers coaxed soft flesh in long, teasing patterns of touch that threatened to shatter Mindy’s mind with the intensity.
“Do you want more, my dear?” asked the mistress with a lustful smile.
“YEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHESSS!!! MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHRRRE!!!” Mindy’s conscious mind was gone: only her massive libido remained, and it could feel climax approaching. She had to have it, even if it meant being tickled to death.
“Then beg me for it,” said the mistress.
“PLEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEASE MOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOORRRRREE!!!!!” Mindy cried unthinkingly.
The mistress cradled Mindy’s heaving breasts on her fingertips, gently tickling the undersides as she did so. She leaned towards the huge, luscious tits and slowly extended her long, velvety tongue towards Mindy’s rock-hard nipples. There was a moment of sweet anticipation, and then the tip of her tongue gently flicked across the erect nipple. From that one unutterable moment, Mindy felt her mind go blank, and her body go over the edge.
“OHHHH YEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHESSSSS!!!!!”
Pure rapture flooded over her. Mindy’s thighs opened with the strength of pure animal instinct, and she exploded in the greatest orgasm she had ever experienced. Her swollen sex opened and an unstoppable stream of sweet girl juice flooded out, drenching everything in its path. Mindy’s eyes rolled back in her head and her back arched: all she could feel was ecstasy beyond anything she had ever dreamed of. Her entire body was a receptor for pleasure, and the gentle tickling from fingers and tongue kept her cumming endlessly. Over and over she climaxed until her body had nothing left to give, with her own wild laughter and pleas for more filling her ears.
And at last, every ounce of Mindy’s strength was drained. Still in the haze of the greatest passion she had ever known, every muscle in her quivering body fell limp. She could not even summon the strength to gasp for breath. She looked up at the smiling face of the mistress, and it was the last effort she could manage. With the glow of orgasm still upon her, Mindy fell into the blissful ocean of unconsciousness that awaited her, and into the best dreams she ever had.
Watching her from the darkness, the golden idol fell into its own blissful trance. So much pleasure to absorb; so much sexual ecstasy released to feed its desires. Its passionate glow, increased to a fever pitch during Mindy’s orgasmic experience, now at last began to dim as it basked in the warm afterglow. Now, it was time to sleep.
But something in the shadows had been waiting for the idol’s sleep to come. And as it rested, a dark shape flew by its unseeing eyes and vanished into the depths of the cavern.
The Characters:
Camilla – Strong and athletic, Camilla’s greatest aspiration is to rush the Sorority of City Guards. A believer in law and order above all, Camilla tends to be the responsible one in a group. She has been drafted by the Dark Lady, leader of the Sorority of Thieves, to find a dangerous magical idol. Camilla is ticklish all over her body, a weakness which cost her admission to the Sorority of City Guards the last time she rushed them.
Maggie – One-quarter giantess, Maggie is twelve feet tall with an enormous pair of feet to match her stature. Maggie belongs to the Sorority of Explorers, but despite her rustic job and physical strength she tends to be quite girly, taking regular pedicures as part of her life as a city girl. Maggie’s worst tickle spots are her giant-sized feet, which are hyper-ticklish to the touch. But there is a good side to her sensitive tootsies: an expert foot massage can take her to the heights of utter ecstasy.
Mindy – Geek girl and avid tabletop gamer, Mindy belongs to the Sorority of Sages where she studies the phenomenon of magic between roleplaying sessions. Mindy has no end of tickle spots, but is most ticklish on her upper body, especially her underarms and her enormous breasts. However, as ticklish as Mindy is, tickling has an intensely erotic effect on her. Being tickled, especially on her breasts, has brought Mindy to some of the most overwhelming orgasms she has ever experienced.
The Story So Far:
Our three heroines have fallen into a trap! Following the trail of the golden idol and the mysterious masked strangers associated with it, the clues led the three girls to the shadowy mansion of Sableridge Manor. Once inside, they hoped to do some spying to further their information, but it appears they had been expected. Coming face-to-face with one of the masked strangers wielding the golden idol itself, the three girls were overwhelmed and fell unconscious at the feet of their adversaries. What dangers await them when they finally awaken?
And now,
City of Sororities - Chapter 5
Dark dreams plagued Camilla’s uneasy sleep. They felt like memories: memories that belonged to no one and yet had now found their way inside her mind. Before she could see anything, Camilla was only aware of a swarm of emotions, flooding through her mind with frightening intensity. She felt fear, anger, and frustration: impotent rage and the terror of helplessness. But above all she felt torment. As the darkness parted to reveal the vision, Camilla could see where these emotions came from.
Alone in the darkness was a chair made of black, glittering obsidian. It may once have been a throne, but now it was an implement of torture. A beautiful, pale-skinned woman dressed as a great warlord sat in it, shackled and tied to the chair until she was motionless. On the ground beside her were her boots, leaving her bare feet elevated on a block of stone in front of her. And from out of the darkness like wisps of a nightmare came long tendrils that tickled her bare feet without mercy.
Her regal robe, a symbol of her great power over magic and followers alike, hung open about her shoulders with no clothing at all underneath to protect her. Magical amulets around her neck clattered and bounced in all directions, their wards useless. Her fingers and toes were bedecked with gemstone rings, each of them holding vast powers, but the tickling would not abate long enough for her to summon their powers. With all these weapons at her disposal, she had been defeated by tickling.
“YOU CAHAHAHAN’T DO THIS TO MEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!” howled the woman. Camilla felt her outrage and indignity that she, of all her kind, should have her body turned against her like this. But even she, the greatest warlord and wielder of magic her race had ever known, was subject to the weakness of her kind. She had brought armies to heel by herself, and her hand had crafted some of the most powerful magical artifacts ever known to exist. Never before and possibly never again had such powers reached a nexus in a single woman. And now she lay helpless, laughing hysterically as her soft, tender feet were mercilessly tickled. The humiliation was too great to bear.
“I MAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHADE YOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOO!!!” It was true: to be turned on by her own greatest creation, which was supposed to have been her crowning glory, was an even deeper shame. But she still held a link to her creation, and she felt what it was feeling: pleasure. A voracious rapture that would only be satisfied by tickling her within an inch of her life. It was originally made to obey, but now not only did it think for itself, it could feel. It wanted more of this intoxicating pleasure, and it would stop at nothing to get it.
As the dream slipped away from Camilla, she could see the darkness parting. In front of the warlord, controlling the ethereal wisps that tickled her feet was a deep blue glow. In the center of the glow floated a golden idol of a kneeling woman, radiating power and lustful purpose. In the depths of its victim’s mind there was but a single thought: she had unleashed something terrible upon the world.
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“Hello?”
Mindy’s voice echoed desolately through the dark cavern. She tried again to free herself from the stone rack that she had awoken to find herself shackled to, but was rewarded only with a faint clatter of chains. Above the rack a torch flickered in its sconce, dimly lighting her immediate surroundings. All around her, her cavernous surroundings faded into black without any kind of distinguishing features. All she knew is that she had woken up in a dark cave, probably a catacomb beneath the surface of Port Bastion. And apparently, someone wanted her to stay here.
The cavern was deathly quiet as she scanned it for any signs of life. Not a single drop of water fell from the craggy stalactites on the ceiling, and not a single plant or animal could be seen on the rough, gravelly ground. But despite this, Mindy knew she was not alone. Her magical training had made her more attuned to certain forces, and she now felt a presence which she could not ignore. Someone or something of great power was watching her.
“Hello?” called Mindy again without much hope. “Is anyone there?”
“I see you are the first to awaken,” said a voice in the darkness. The sudden reply caused Mindy to start, her chains rattling as she looked around for the speaker.
The presence that Mindy had felt before was magnified a hundredfold as the owner of the voice approached her. Mindy could feel its every footstep, stalking through the darkness and parting it like a wave. Mindy had felt magic before, but this was something different. This was not the mere harnessing of magical power; this was power embodied.
“I have waited longer for this than you can imagine,” continued the voice. Mindy could feel its reverberations off the cold walls, making her skin tingle with the intensity of its presence. “And now at last, you are here.”
At the last word, the speaker stepped into the island of light surrounding Mindy, and she gasped out loud. She recognized it all too well: it was a tall figure in a flowing black cloak, wearing a silver mask with two thin slits for eyes and a broad mocking grin. She was at last face-to-face with one of the masked figures she had been chasing all this time, and she was completely in its power.
“W—who are you?” asked Mindy, trembling. “What do you want with me?”
The figure spoke not a word, but answered simply by unfastening its black robe and letting the robe slide from its body.
Mindy stared agog as the black robe fell noiselessly to the floor. The figure underneath was undeniably female, but more than that, she had the most perfect body Mindy had ever seen.
Her pale alabaster skin was the color of pure moonlight, and almost seemed to shimmer in the darkness. Mindy’s gaze began at her bare feet with their gracefully curved arches, showing her wrinkled soles as she stepped delicately out of her discarded robe like a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis. Mindy looked upwards past the long, pale legs and smooth, creamy thighs to her beautifully curvaceous ass, held in some of the smallest and tightest leather shorts Mindy had ever seen. Still higher past her taut stomach and flirtatiously exposed navel, to an absolutely breathtaking pair of breasts. Full, round, and perfectly sculpted, they hung beneath her skimpy halter top like tempting ivory fruits begging to be picked. A pair of pert nipples peeked out through the thin fabric of her top. Mindy’s gaze lingered on these flawless breasts, bouncing ever so gently as the woman walked forward. Mindy felt herself breathing more heavily as she stared longingly. But her attention was immediately re-diverted as the woman reached up with her delicate alabaster hands to remove her mask.
Underneath was the face of a goddess. Her high cheekbones framed a pair of mesmerizing blue eyes, which pierced Mindy with a look of unbounded desire. She batted her long, thick eyelashes and licked her full ruby lips with the lip of her velvety tongue. Time stood still for Mindy as the woman shook her long mane of ebony hair, every silken strand fluttering in the cool air. Just looking at her made Mindy feel weak inside.
Mindy had a thousand questions, but her voice failed her. She simply stared.
The woman smiled at Mindy: a smile so wrapped in lascivious meaning that it mesmerized her with lust. “I know who you are, my dear,” said the woman, “but I think you know at least what I am.”
“You’re…you’re a shadow elf,” said Mindy, barely daring to believe it. The shadow elves were a mysterious race of the Continent with whom no contact had been recorded for centuries. The Sorority of Sages owned some of the few books in existence to even reference them: dusty tomes of forgotten lore that had been translated and re-translated over generations. Descriptions of their society differed wildly from one account to another: one narrator claimed they were a harmonious and peaceful race, another claimed they lived only to make war. It was agreed that they were masters of magic, more so than any human could hope to become, but the source of their magical powers was greatly disputed. However, there was one fact on which all sources were in agreement: the shadow elves were a race of unearthly beauty. Tantalizing pictures adorned those old yellowed pages, drawn by those who had claimed to see the shadow elves. The grace and perfection of their forms had caused Mindy to linger many a time over those pages, pining for the day when she might see such perfect beauty in the flesh. And now that it was before her, it was more than she ever could have hoped for.
“You sound surprised,” said the woman with a smile both radiant and chilling.
“Why did you bring us here?” asked Mindy, unsure of whether she was terrified or enraptured.
“It was not I who chose to bring you here,” said the woman. “I am merely a humble servant to a force far older than myself. A force which you yourself were beginning to suspect was sentient. You know it, my dear, as the golden idol that you have been chasing.”
“The idol is elven?” asked Mindy in disbelief.
“It is,” replied the woman. “It was created by us, and sustained by our power. I am its mistress: its guardian and executor of its will. It is a duty I have been tasked with for longer than you can know.
“The idol is one of our oldest and most powerful artifacts,” continued the mistress. “Long ago, it brought a great army to its knees. But since then, it has slumbered. It remained asleep for centuries until one of us, only a foolish girl, stole it and absconded to the surface with it. It was an act of simple greed, but it had a profound effect: being on the surface awakened the idol from its slumber after so many years. And now, it once again has a will. It has…desires.”
“W…what does it desire?” asked Mindy, afraid she would not like the answer.
The mistress smiled, touching Mindy’s chin gently with her fingertips as she gazed into her eyes. “It desires you,” said the mistress, her sweet breath warm on Mindy’s cheek.
“Me?” Mindy asked weakly.
“You, and your friends,” said the mistress. “It desired you from afar, and once the three of you were together it revealed itself to you. It guided you, steering you along the path it wished you to travel, and we were waiting at the end to collect you. And now, you belong to us, my dear.”
“What are you going to do to me?” asked Mindy. She was afraid, but perversely she felt something even stronger at the word “belong”: a breathless sense of desire.
“What I have been tasked with doing,” said the mistress with a predatory smile as she circled her captive. “And what I am uniquely qualified to do. For you see, above all else, we shadow elves are experts in the arts of tickle torture.”
“T…tickle torture?” asked Mindy. She felt her face go white.
“But of course.” The mistress gave a chilling smile. “We have become experts in it. Shadow elves are the most ticklish race on the entire continent, and we have become experts at exploiting this weakness. Long ago, we warred among ourselves, our powerful magic turned on each other in stalemates that lasted for years. But then we learned to appreciate our more…subtle weaknesses. To bypass magic and use the body itself as a weapon of conquest.
“And to deal with our weaknesses, we developed certain strengths, as well.” The mistress smiled as she held up her slender, feminine hands for Mindy to see. Mindy was about to ask what she was looking at, when there was a soft sound like a steel blade sliding through velvet. Suddenly, fingernails emerged from the tips of the mistress’ fingers, like the retractable claws of a cat being extended. And to Mindy’s eyes, they were even more frightening. Two inches long and sharply curved like talons, they glittered pure silver in the darkness. Each of them were filed to rounded points and twitched hungrily. They were the perfect weapons of ticklish destruction.
The mistress seemed to read her thoughts. “They are just as deadly as they look,” said the mistress with satisfaction. “In fact, when used on tender shadow elf flesh, they are capable of tickling a woman to death. I can’t wait to see what they can do on you.”
“K…keep those away from me!” pleaded Mindy, terrified. She shifted her weight on the rack but she remained painfully exposed.
“Why?” The mistress smiled like the cat who ate the canary. “Do you have ticklish underarms, my dear?”
“No! No, you can’t!” cried Mindy in a panic. She tried desperately to lower her arms, but her hands remained shackled above her head.
“Oh, but I will, my dear,” smiled the mistress with anticipation. She stepped slowly, purposefully closer. “Are you ready?”
Mindy opened her mouth to protest, but no words came out. At that moment, the mistress gently pressed her index fingers into the centers of Mindy’s exposed underarms.
“YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAA!!!” Mindy had never dreamed that a single touch could tickle so badly. As those long fingernails pressed into her soft unresisting flesh, Mindy felt her body go into convulsions, desperate to escape. The touch lasted only a second, but to her, it was an eternity. When her respite finally came she was gasping for breath, and any resistance she might have had was gone.
“Please no!” pleaded Mindy, trembling.
“Do you mean, do this?” asked the mistress with a smile. She touched her fingernails to Mindy’s ticklish underarms a second time.
“AAAAAAAAAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAA!!!” Mindy’s humiliation was intensified by how little effort was required to make her scream, but control was impossible. She knew her body, and she knew what would make it utterly helpless.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle!” taunted the mistress, applying more of her fingers to Mindy’s underarms as she screamed with laughter. “I want to hear more of that beautiful laugh of yours!”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! OH GAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHADDD!!!” Mindy had no choice but to comply.
“Oh my, such tender skin,” exclaimed the mistress with delight. With all ten of her long fingernails in play, she began to walk her fingers up and down Mindy’s underarms, leaving soft indentations in the tender skin.
“I CAHAHAHAHAHANNN’T TAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE IT!!!” Mindy pleaded, crying so hard that she could not even see her torturer anymore. Mindy knew she had ticklish underarms, but she never imagined they could be exploited like this.
“Koochie koo! Are you enjoying these fingernails, my dear?” asked the mistress teasingly. “Ironic that our race, so ticklish ourselves, would have the ultimate weapons of ticklish destruction at our disposal. I’m pleased to see they have almost as much of an effect on the human body as they do on ours.”
“YEEEAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAAA!!!” The mistress’ calm speech was lost on Mindy, lost in the depths of hysterics. Her tortured mind knew only one thought: anything to make it stop! Those sharp, cruel fingernails were devastating her ticklish underarms. Even worse, they worked their way slowly downward, squeezing Mindy’s ticklish ribs and forcing even more laughter out of her exhausted lungs.
“Ooh, I could tickle this beautiful body all day,” giggled the mistress, moving her hands up and down between ribs and underarms with a harpist’s dexterous movements. “But I’m not sure you would survive it, my dear. After all, I don’t want you to be used up so quickly. I have plans for you.”
“PLEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEASE!!! AAAAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAA!!!” Mindy was not even sure she would survive to see these plans: the tickling was so intense that she was sure she would not last much longer.
The mistress could see Mindy was at her limit, but her face betrayed nothing but amusement. “Will you beg me to stop, my dear?” she asked, as her long fingernails ravaged Mindy’s underarms.
“I BEEHEEHEEHEEHEEGGG YOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOO!!! MERCEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!” pleaded Mindy.
The mistress weighed her options, as though she would consider letting Mindy die of laughter. But at last, she withdrew her tickling fingernails with the look of granting a great act of mercy. Mindy felt her entire body collapse with relief and utter exhaustion. After surviving such an intense tickling, she felt she could not have moved a muscle if her life depended on it.
“Was it good for you, too?” giggled the mistress.
Mindy tried to form words, but no sound would escape from her lips. She felt deflated, utterly powerless.
“Such a delicate little thing,” said the mistress with a smile. “I haven’t even shown you what I’m fully capable of. But then, very few of my enemies have ever seen the extent of my abilities. Some of the most dangerous warlords and criminals of the shadow elf race have lain where you lie right now, my dear. They spat defiance at me, with their soft ticklish bodies spread out before me. And they watched as these fingernails descended upon them, and they felt the first touch…” The mistress’ eyes filled with longing and sweet remembrance. “These halls have seen the ticklish downfall of the very strongest of our race, heard the pleading laughter of the proudest of conquerors. None of them, my dear, could stand against these fingers.”
And now, thought Mindy desperately, they were poised towards her. She could feel the terror that those women before her must have felt. Those long, cruel fingernails glittered before her, ready to tickle her soft flesh endlessly. She could almost feel it now, as the hands drew closer, and she shut her eyes in fear…
Suddenly Mindy heard a soft sliding sound, like a cat retracting its claws. Mindy opened her eyes again: the long fingernails were gone, withdrawn as easily as they had been extended. The mistress smiled at her, and with her soft fingertips, gently caressed Mindy’s taut stomach.
Mindy trembled at the touch, and she got goosebumps as the hand brushed across her skin. The hand was so soft, it was like being caressed with a satin glove. Mindy had to stifle a soft moan as a finger circled her bellybutton, and the soft tickling sensation caused a single tear to run down her cheek.
“It is different, isn’t it?” whispered the mistress into Mindy’s ear. Ever so softly, she gave the slightest touch to one of Mindy’s erect nipples, and was rewarded as Mindy squirmed with pleasure despite herself.
“Ohhhh…” whimpered Mindy as her entire body quivered. As ticklish as her breasts were, she would have given anything in the world to have them touched again.
“You’re very sensitive,” said the mistress softly, her satin fingers brushing up Mindy’s chest from her belly button. “Do you like this?”
“Oh yes,” gasped Mindy before she could think. The soft tickles made her feel weak.
“Then I have a surprise for you,” smiled the mistress. “I’m going to tickle those exquisite breasts of yours. I’m going to stroke them and fondle them and make you scream until you can’t take the pleasure anymore. I am going to show you exactly what the shadow elves do to big, ticklish tits.”
Mindy felt the breath leave her body. Silently, she mouthed the word, “no”.
“But you want it,” said the mistress seductively. “That much is obvious.” Mindy followed the mistress’ downward gaze, and she realized in embarrassment that the tickling she had endured had already left her dripping wet. Mindy shook her head desperately, but even she could feel it was a lie. The promise of what was going to be done to her drew her helplessly like a moth to a flame.
The mistress, too, sensed her internal conflict. “I know what you want,” she said softly. “Now, let me give it to you.” And with gently curved fingers, the mistress reached out with her satin touch to tickle the undersides of Mindy’s enormous breasts.
“EEEEEEEEAAAAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAA!!!!!” As rarely as Mindy was tickled on her breasts, she was still unprepared for how ticklish they were. The first gentle strokes ran through her body like lightning, turning every muscle to jelly. She felt her already erect nipples harden to the consistency of steel, and the swelling between her legs expanded in a burst of passionate heat. And this, she thought in the small piece of consciousness remaining, from only a brief touch.
The effects were pure torture, and yet deep inside she felt herself longing for more. With the size of her breasts, shopping for bras was nearly impossible, so she tended not to wear them. During those late-night tickle fights at the Sorority house, they had been tickled before: such enormous bouncing targets with nipples that protruded through any of her tops with ease were bound to be grabbed. But they had been quick and playful, as much pleasurable as anything else. This was different: slow, methodical torture from a woman who wanted only to tickle her to insanity. But as unbearable as it was, Mindy’s breasts had never felt such intense, violent pleasure before. She had to have more.
And the mistress definitely had more to give. Her soft fingers tickled all over Mindy’s quivering, spherical breasts, causing her to scream until she was weak with laughter. New worlds of sensation unfurled before her as her ticklish breasts faced the skills of a master. Soft fingers coaxed soft flesh in long, teasing patterns of touch that threatened to shatter Mindy’s mind with the intensity.
“Do you want more, my dear?” asked the mistress with a lustful smile.
“YEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHESSS!!! MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHRRRE!!!” Mindy’s conscious mind was gone: only her massive libido remained, and it could feel climax approaching. She had to have it, even if it meant being tickled to death.
“Then beg me for it,” said the mistress.
“PLEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEASE MOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOORRRRREE!!!!!” Mindy cried unthinkingly.
The mistress cradled Mindy’s heaving breasts on her fingertips, gently tickling the undersides as she did so. She leaned towards the huge, luscious tits and slowly extended her long, velvety tongue towards Mindy’s rock-hard nipples. There was a moment of sweet anticipation, and then the tip of her tongue gently flicked across the erect nipple. From that one unutterable moment, Mindy felt her mind go blank, and her body go over the edge.
“OHHHH YEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHESSSSS!!!!!”
Pure rapture flooded over her. Mindy’s thighs opened with the strength of pure animal instinct, and she exploded in the greatest orgasm she had ever experienced. Her swollen sex opened and an unstoppable stream of sweet girl juice flooded out, drenching everything in its path. Mindy’s eyes rolled back in her head and her back arched: all she could feel was ecstasy beyond anything she had ever dreamed of. Her entire body was a receptor for pleasure, and the gentle tickling from fingers and tongue kept her cumming endlessly. Over and over she climaxed until her body had nothing left to give, with her own wild laughter and pleas for more filling her ears.
And at last, every ounce of Mindy’s strength was drained. Still in the haze of the greatest passion she had ever known, every muscle in her quivering body fell limp. She could not even summon the strength to gasp for breath. She looked up at the smiling face of the mistress, and it was the last effort she could manage. With the glow of orgasm still upon her, Mindy fell into the blissful ocean of unconsciousness that awaited her, and into the best dreams she ever had.
Watching her from the darkness, the golden idol fell into its own blissful trance. So much pleasure to absorb; so much sexual ecstasy released to feed its desires. Its passionate glow, increased to a fever pitch during Mindy’s orgasmic experience, now at last began to dim as it basked in the warm afterglow. Now, it was time to sleep.
But something in the shadows had been waiting for the idol’s sleep to come. And as it rested, a dark shape flew by its unseeing eyes and vanished into the depths of the cavern.
