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(WARNING: Sexual situations, nudity, tickling, monsters, talking frogs, gorgeous hot women, and assorted weirdos. This fairy tale is NOT FOR KIDS!!!! And there's NO MINORS in it!!!!)
Alicia and Ally, gorgeous 21 Y/O nearly-identical cousins who fell thru a mirror into a crazy world, along with their friend Bob (AKA Prince Charming sort-of) have finally captured The Cat (a playfully sadistic woman in slinky leather who likes tormenting women, men, giants, etc and caused all sorts of mayhem) Leading her bound by Bob's lasso they have gone off in search of a good place to administer a spanking....
"How about that spooky old house?" Ally pointed ahead, and her meager shreds of clothing almost fell off.
"Seems the perfect place to punish this little brat" said Alicia, who'd been tickling the Cat-Lady's ribs off and on for most of their trip "and maybe we can find some decent clothes." (both the women are barely covered, their pretty dresses got all torn to ribbons when they fell through the Mirror into this world)
"Mreow!" hissed the Cat, angrily as she tugged helplessly against her bonds. She hated being tied up, she hated being tickled! The NERVE of these girls, tickling her like that! They should be squirming endlessly at the touch of HER claws! They should be helpless and pleading while she makes them suffer!
"I'll shred the rest of those rags off you with my claws" thought the Cat.
"Then I'm gonna make you squeal and shriek until...well until I get bored and fall asleep!"
"What did you say?" asked Alicia.
Oops! She'd thought that one out loud.
"Purrr" said the Cat.
"Patience" thought the Cat..."Soon".....
1) THE SPOOKY OLD HOUSE
The door creaked. The stone steps nearly crumbled and Bob had to catch Ally (nuch to his secret delight) as she nearly stumbled into the spooky old house. The floor boards creaked, and there were spiderwebs everywhere, and old furniture covered with ghostly sheets. As though visitors were expected, several flashlights lay on a table just inside the doorway. The batteries were charged, but the lights flickered like candle flames.
So they proceeded, captive in bonds and flashlights flickering, into the decrepit mansion...
Now, the girls didn't always listen in school. The very first thing Sister Mary-Beth taught them was, "If you fall through a big mirror into some crazy mirror-land, keep away from spooky old houses unless you want the tables turned on you, big time! Ladies, are you paying attention?" She'd emphasize the point with a crack of a small Cat-O-Nine-Tails she kept by her desk.
('Sister' Mary-Beth was an unusual sort of teacher at the all-women's finishing school they'd attended at the tender age of 19-20; she wore a risque parody of a Nun's habit, shockingly revealing, with stiletto heels and garter belts and she always, ALWAYS kept the Head Master dangling naked from the ceiling in her private office, where she'd disappear during lengthy exercises. Her pupils could often hear the muffled sounds as she dripped hot candle wax all over the helpless fellow. She'd instilled into her pupils the good solid virtue of a Spanking as a Correct and Proper form of punishment for young ladies. But I digress...)
"Wow look at this place" Ally said.
"Let's stick together" Bob suggested, holding the Cat's leash (bound around her arms) but the words came out as "Let's all split up and search the place!"
"Good idea" said Ally "maybe we'll find some clothes upstairs."
"I'll look in the basement" said Alicia, and off they went, leaving Bob alone holding.... an empty rope! Uh-oh; the Cat had vanished! Bob turned, but couldn't find the door they'd just come through, nor the stairs they'd each ascended/descended...curious....
2) ALLY YAKES A NAP
Ally crept through the creepy upstairs hallway. The eyes of the many portraits didn't just SEEM to follow her, she inspected them closely and they really DID follow her, leering at her like a bunch of dirty old men. And frogs. (They were all portraits of dirty old men, and of stuffy old frogs with top-hats and monacles. Go figure.) But nothing could sppok her in THIS crazy, upside-down world.
She found what seemed to be a Master Bedroom. Behind the once-glorious canopy bed was an open wardrobe, and plenty of dresses, all new enough looking and close enough to her size.
"I'm so tired" thought Ally, discarding her old tattered clothes and stripping down to her lacy thong underwear "and that bed looked so cozy"
The portraits strained to peer into the bedroom, to little avail. Only one, a military-looking gent with a Handlebar moustache and Napoleon-style hat, could see a little of the show, and kept the others posted in their silent Portrait-language. "She's bending over now" or "She's got her top off" or "Hear that? The cobwebs just tickled her ankle!"
"Just be patient" quipped a crusty old Frog-portrait "Soon enough Hugo will have matters well in hand." Did Ally hear stifled guffaws from out in the corridor? Curious...
She sank into the lavish bed, silky covers embracing her. The mattress seemed to love her, subtly massaging every square inch of her skin as she drifted off to peaceful sleep in this strange place...
After a time of blissful topless slumber, Ally began to drift back to wakefulness. The sheets and comforters still embraced her limbs, but had mostly fallen off the rest of her body overnight, leaving her quite exposed. "Bet the old geezers in the paintings would like to see this" she thought. Let them drool out there in the hall.
Something brushed her foot. Again. It started to tickle (what is it with this Mirror-Land and tickling, anyway?) It really grew irritating...but she couldn't pull her foot away. Like a bad dream, she was stuck! No, that's silly, must have gotten tangled in the covers, that's all. Just pull it aside...
Her hands were stuck too. And her other leg. She could feel what was happening now, a hand (or a furry paw?) was deliberately tickling her foot, the bedsheets were deliberately tightdening around her wrists and ankles, and the comforter was deliberately turning up the old gas-lamp so the portraits could ogle at the mayhem.
The portraits from the hall? Somehow the hall panels must have turned around, cause now the bedroom was lined with portraits, watching her, leering at her in delight and anticipation.
She laughed aloud. "Hahaha please! No" and then did her best to stifle the giggles and tears, but no use.
"Pleee-hee-heeease! Ha ha ha no ..not there; Aaack!"
Clawed fingers wriggled between her toes till she could barely see, the tickling was so intense. A second hand began working on her other foot, up and down the sole, gently up and down the soft sole...
"A ha ha ha hah Somebody Pleeee'heese he-he-Help MEeee hee hee..."
Two big furry arms came up from beneath the bed and began to tickle her sides.
"NO!!!" she nearly jumped out of her skin; her sides were so delicate, so excruciatingly ticklish!
"Please" thought Ally "Please don't find the...please don't tickle my.."
Armpits! Oh no! Two more furry arms came up and held their fungertips still at her armpits. Just held them there, not moving, while the other limbs tickled sides and feet more moderately now. It wasn't unbearable, but the thought of what those two fingers could do to her sides, the anticipation of the thing was nightmarish!
"Do it Hugo!" the portraits cheered, she could hear them now. Blustering and guffawing all around as she suffered!
"This is gonna tickle a lot" a deep, stupid voice said from beneath the bed.
"Wha...what are you? Hee hee hee" Ally asked, breathlessly.
"Why, My dear" the monacled Frog portrait began, "I see you've met Hugo."
"Huh-huh- (ha ha) H-Hugo-Oh! Hee hee hee?"
"Ah, you girls never learn, do you?" Mr Napoleon Hat took up the thread of conversation, casually sipping a painted martini inside his canvas. "Why, Hugo's the Bed Monster, my dear! Surely you remember him from before, when you were older. No?"
"When I was Older?" Ally thought. What was this goon talking about? She could hardly concentrate, and the furry fingers were STILL keeping her nude armpits in agonizing suspense.
"Only in this place" quipped a sour-looking curnudgeon "the monster under your bed is real. Harmless, but very real. Hugo's a slow chap, but he enjoys a good tickle. A good LONG tickle!"
"I think she'd gathered that, old chap" quipped the Frog "Now do be quiet, Tully, and watch the show."
"Hear Hear!" harrumphed the painted crowd.
"Oh no!" thought Ally "This is it!" She knew, KNEW the hands were about to start in on her worst spot (was it always her worst spot?) In an instant that seemed forever, she felt the furry fingers twitch, felt the signals travel slowly down the nerves which controlled the muscles of the big fingers which were poised like missiles over her Most Sensitive Spots; felt the fireworks of overwhelning sensation as Hugo began to really lay into her helpless armpits.
"Oh please! Hee hee hee! Plee-hee-heease (ha hahaha) H-Hugo (haha) S-stop! Sto-ho-hop! P-Please! (gasp) you're k-killing mee-hee hee heeeee..."
She struggled and shrieked, squirmed and writhed, and the Mattress (named Vera, perhaps?) enjoyed every second of it, the girl's hips pressing into it's cushions, the little drips of sweat, tormented limbs struggling against it's sheets.
"Ha-hahaha! (gasp!) Hooo ho ho hahahahahaheeee heeee heeeeHEEEE!!! Oh no! Not therer! No Stop it! Uncle! Uncle! I give up! Hohohahaha..."
Hugo enjoyed every second of it, he adored the smooth little creature, making her small limbs wriggle and squirm like that. And he'd waited so long, letting her sleep above him in the bed. He'd been very good, and maybe when he was done she'd give him candy, like she used to when she was an old lady...was she an old lady before? Hugo's memory was as foggy as the rest of his brain, but he knew she liked this, he was trained to continue no matter how much she'd plead for him to stop.....
"Hee-hee Nooooo! hahahahahahah not there! Pleeeeease! Hahahahahaha H-Hugoooooooo..."
And of course, the stuffy old gentlemen in their portraits relished the show with immense pleasure, keeping their secrets (for now) behind lecherous acrylic grins...
(guess what? Don't have time to post the whole chapter today. Further adventures are in store for our intrepid protagonists in the creepy old house; and this'll all make sense eventually...)
Alicia and Ally, gorgeous 21 Y/O nearly-identical cousins who fell thru a mirror into a crazy world, along with their friend Bob (AKA Prince Charming sort-of) have finally captured The Cat (a playfully sadistic woman in slinky leather who likes tormenting women, men, giants, etc and caused all sorts of mayhem) Leading her bound by Bob's lasso they have gone off in search of a good place to administer a spanking....
"How about that spooky old house?" Ally pointed ahead, and her meager shreds of clothing almost fell off.
"Seems the perfect place to punish this little brat" said Alicia, who'd been tickling the Cat-Lady's ribs off and on for most of their trip "and maybe we can find some decent clothes." (both the women are barely covered, their pretty dresses got all torn to ribbons when they fell through the Mirror into this world)
"Mreow!" hissed the Cat, angrily as she tugged helplessly against her bonds. She hated being tied up, she hated being tickled! The NERVE of these girls, tickling her like that! They should be squirming endlessly at the touch of HER claws! They should be helpless and pleading while she makes them suffer!
"I'll shred the rest of those rags off you with my claws" thought the Cat.
"Then I'm gonna make you squeal and shriek until...well until I get bored and fall asleep!"
"What did you say?" asked Alicia.
Oops! She'd thought that one out loud.
"Purrr" said the Cat.
"Patience" thought the Cat..."Soon".....
1) THE SPOOKY OLD HOUSE
The door creaked. The stone steps nearly crumbled and Bob had to catch Ally (nuch to his secret delight) as she nearly stumbled into the spooky old house. The floor boards creaked, and there were spiderwebs everywhere, and old furniture covered with ghostly sheets. As though visitors were expected, several flashlights lay on a table just inside the doorway. The batteries were charged, but the lights flickered like candle flames.
So they proceeded, captive in bonds and flashlights flickering, into the decrepit mansion...
Now, the girls didn't always listen in school. The very first thing Sister Mary-Beth taught them was, "If you fall through a big mirror into some crazy mirror-land, keep away from spooky old houses unless you want the tables turned on you, big time! Ladies, are you paying attention?" She'd emphasize the point with a crack of a small Cat-O-Nine-Tails she kept by her desk.
('Sister' Mary-Beth was an unusual sort of teacher at the all-women's finishing school they'd attended at the tender age of 19-20; she wore a risque parody of a Nun's habit, shockingly revealing, with stiletto heels and garter belts and she always, ALWAYS kept the Head Master dangling naked from the ceiling in her private office, where she'd disappear during lengthy exercises. Her pupils could often hear the muffled sounds as she dripped hot candle wax all over the helpless fellow. She'd instilled into her pupils the good solid virtue of a Spanking as a Correct and Proper form of punishment for young ladies. But I digress...)
"Wow look at this place" Ally said.
"Let's stick together" Bob suggested, holding the Cat's leash (bound around her arms) but the words came out as "Let's all split up and search the place!"
"Good idea" said Ally "maybe we'll find some clothes upstairs."
"I'll look in the basement" said Alicia, and off they went, leaving Bob alone holding.... an empty rope! Uh-oh; the Cat had vanished! Bob turned, but couldn't find the door they'd just come through, nor the stairs they'd each ascended/descended...curious....
2) ALLY YAKES A NAP
Ally crept through the creepy upstairs hallway. The eyes of the many portraits didn't just SEEM to follow her, she inspected them closely and they really DID follow her, leering at her like a bunch of dirty old men. And frogs. (They were all portraits of dirty old men, and of stuffy old frogs with top-hats and monacles. Go figure.) But nothing could sppok her in THIS crazy, upside-down world.
She found what seemed to be a Master Bedroom. Behind the once-glorious canopy bed was an open wardrobe, and plenty of dresses, all new enough looking and close enough to her size.
"I'm so tired" thought Ally, discarding her old tattered clothes and stripping down to her lacy thong underwear "and that bed looked so cozy"
The portraits strained to peer into the bedroom, to little avail. Only one, a military-looking gent with a Handlebar moustache and Napoleon-style hat, could see a little of the show, and kept the others posted in their silent Portrait-language. "She's bending over now" or "She's got her top off" or "Hear that? The cobwebs just tickled her ankle!"
"Just be patient" quipped a crusty old Frog-portrait "Soon enough Hugo will have matters well in hand." Did Ally hear stifled guffaws from out in the corridor? Curious...
She sank into the lavish bed, silky covers embracing her. The mattress seemed to love her, subtly massaging every square inch of her skin as she drifted off to peaceful sleep in this strange place...
After a time of blissful topless slumber, Ally began to drift back to wakefulness. The sheets and comforters still embraced her limbs, but had mostly fallen off the rest of her body overnight, leaving her quite exposed. "Bet the old geezers in the paintings would like to see this" she thought. Let them drool out there in the hall.
Something brushed her foot. Again. It started to tickle (what is it with this Mirror-Land and tickling, anyway?) It really grew irritating...but she couldn't pull her foot away. Like a bad dream, she was stuck! No, that's silly, must have gotten tangled in the covers, that's all. Just pull it aside...
Her hands were stuck too. And her other leg. She could feel what was happening now, a hand (or a furry paw?) was deliberately tickling her foot, the bedsheets were deliberately tightdening around her wrists and ankles, and the comforter was deliberately turning up the old gas-lamp so the portraits could ogle at the mayhem.
The portraits from the hall? Somehow the hall panels must have turned around, cause now the bedroom was lined with portraits, watching her, leering at her in delight and anticipation.
She laughed aloud. "Hahaha please! No" and then did her best to stifle the giggles and tears, but no use.
"Pleee-hee-heeease! Ha ha ha no ..not there; Aaack!"
Clawed fingers wriggled between her toes till she could barely see, the tickling was so intense. A second hand began working on her other foot, up and down the sole, gently up and down the soft sole...
"A ha ha ha hah Somebody Pleeee'heese he-he-Help MEeee hee hee..."
Two big furry arms came up from beneath the bed and began to tickle her sides.
"NO!!!" she nearly jumped out of her skin; her sides were so delicate, so excruciatingly ticklish!
"Please" thought Ally "Please don't find the...please don't tickle my.."
Armpits! Oh no! Two more furry arms came up and held their fungertips still at her armpits. Just held them there, not moving, while the other limbs tickled sides and feet more moderately now. It wasn't unbearable, but the thought of what those two fingers could do to her sides, the anticipation of the thing was nightmarish!
"Do it Hugo!" the portraits cheered, she could hear them now. Blustering and guffawing all around as she suffered!
"This is gonna tickle a lot" a deep, stupid voice said from beneath the bed.
"Wha...what are you? Hee hee hee" Ally asked, breathlessly.
"Why, My dear" the monacled Frog portrait began, "I see you've met Hugo."
"Huh-huh- (ha ha) H-Hugo-Oh! Hee hee hee?"
"Ah, you girls never learn, do you?" Mr Napoleon Hat took up the thread of conversation, casually sipping a painted martini inside his canvas. "Why, Hugo's the Bed Monster, my dear! Surely you remember him from before, when you were older. No?"
"When I was Older?" Ally thought. What was this goon talking about? She could hardly concentrate, and the furry fingers were STILL keeping her nude armpits in agonizing suspense.
"Only in this place" quipped a sour-looking curnudgeon "the monster under your bed is real. Harmless, but very real. Hugo's a slow chap, but he enjoys a good tickle. A good LONG tickle!"
"I think she'd gathered that, old chap" quipped the Frog "Now do be quiet, Tully, and watch the show."
"Hear Hear!" harrumphed the painted crowd.
"Oh no!" thought Ally "This is it!" She knew, KNEW the hands were about to start in on her worst spot (was it always her worst spot?) In an instant that seemed forever, she felt the furry fingers twitch, felt the signals travel slowly down the nerves which controlled the muscles of the big fingers which were poised like missiles over her Most Sensitive Spots; felt the fireworks of overwhelning sensation as Hugo began to really lay into her helpless armpits.
"Oh please! Hee hee hee! Plee-hee-heease (ha hahaha) H-Hugo (haha) S-stop! Sto-ho-hop! P-Please! (gasp) you're k-killing mee-hee hee heeeee..."
She struggled and shrieked, squirmed and writhed, and the Mattress (named Vera, perhaps?) enjoyed every second of it, the girl's hips pressing into it's cushions, the little drips of sweat, tormented limbs struggling against it's sheets.
"Ha-hahaha! (gasp!) Hooo ho ho hahahahahaheeee heeee heeeeHEEEE!!! Oh no! Not therer! No Stop it! Uncle! Uncle! I give up! Hohohahaha..."
Hugo enjoyed every second of it, he adored the smooth little creature, making her small limbs wriggle and squirm like that. And he'd waited so long, letting her sleep above him in the bed. He'd been very good, and maybe when he was done she'd give him candy, like she used to when she was an old lady...was she an old lady before? Hugo's memory was as foggy as the rest of his brain, but he knew she liked this, he was trained to continue no matter how much she'd plead for him to stop.....
"Hee-hee Nooooo! hahahahahahah not there! Pleeeeease! Hahahahahaha H-Hugoooooooo..."
And of course, the stuffy old gentlemen in their portraits relished the show with immense pleasure, keeping their secrets (for now) behind lecherous acrylic grins...
(guess what? Don't have time to post the whole chapter today. Further adventures are in store for our intrepid protagonists in the creepy old house; and this'll all make sense eventually...)
