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The Laughing Skull pt1

Noeyes

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The Laughing Skull

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Noeyes



Of all the luck Maria thought. Getting the museum job had been all she had thought about since graduation. She had seen herself as a Indiana Jones or a Laura Croft instead she was ushered into a dusty basement room of the museum to catalog artifacts. These were not big-ticket items; they were the piles of junk donated to the museum over the years by people who had collected then during their travels. All of them believed them to be treasures but most were tourist junk from the far corners of the world.

Maria had been told to go through each and every artifact. Even if it was junk it could be the junk of a big museum contributor. Besides the museum was going to get rid of the junk soon and needed to know what was junk and what was not. There were things here from all over, from fake Egyptian to fake shrunken heads.

Maria made a mental note for her to dress more appropriately for work the next day. She had dressed to the nines in the hope of impressing her new bosses, but as the door closed behind her she knew that there would be no one here to look at her anyway. As she approached the old gray metal desk in the corner of the room she stopped and looked at herself in a large fake gilt mirror leaning against the wall.

It’s a pity she thought as she looked over herself in the mirror. She was tall for a Hispanic 5 ft 8 in her high heels. Long legs, a nice toned behind, a flat belly and pert hand sized breasts with nipples that were standing up to attention because of the chill in the room. Her knee length skirt was not going to get her noticed or her tight blouse on this job. Jeans t-shirt and sneakers tomorrow Maria snickered.

As she settled into her desk she set out her name plaque she had made for this new job, no one will ever see it here in the black hole of California she thought. She had heard this place called the black hole by other interns over the years; some had even called this place creepy. There even was a urban legend that a girl working down here in the 60`s had disappeared without a trace. But Maria had never played these whispers any mind before and was not about to bow to silly superstition now.

She opened the drawers of the desk and picked up the catalog clipboard from the desk. An intern had already done some of the work last month but he had been offered a better job and was out of the black hole in a flash. Well the work will not do itself she thought and turned in her chair. As she stood up she saw some movement in the shadows. " Hello who is there" she said.”Come out or I will call security". As Maria picked up the phone a figure dressed in gray overalls stepped into the light. It was Mr. Wilson the janitor for this building.

"Sorry to spook you miss no one told me that you were in here" As Mr. Wilson stepped forward extending his hand. "I am sorry if I scared ya missy". Maria had seen him in the halls since she had been a freshman he was harmless enough but had a nasty habit of calling girls missy and guys lad. " I had better get the lighting problem in here if you are going to working down here missy" he said. He handed her his long black flashlight and turned to leave. "I will get the ladder and get these lights all up and running for ya missy". In a flash he was gone Maria could hear him whistling down the hall and somehow the place became a lot less creepy.

The Storeroom was a series of shelves, piles of junk, and dusty crates. Maria used the flashlight to look down the rows and for the first time realized she was in way over her head. As she worked her away to the back wall she struck her knee and almost fell into one of the crates, the flashlight fell from her hand and rolled away leaving her in the dark.

As Maria steadied herself she looked around to see if she could spot the flashlight, seeing a small ray of light coming from the crate gave her hope as she pulled away some of the small artifacts. The light however was not coming from the flashlight, but from a small crate hidden in the pile.

As Maria reached for the small crate the room was suddenly full of light. It almost gave her heart failure till she heard the voice of Mr. Wilson behind her. As she turned Mr. Wilson’s face changed from cheer to worry. "God missy you’re as white as a sheet, seems to be my day for scaring you witless" he said. With a wave of his hand he said " As promised I fixed the lights for you. Is there anything else you need before I head off to the upper floors". "I am sorry Mr. Wilson but I dropped your flashlight its here somewhere". "Its ok missy I can get it anytime now just let me help you back to your desk and I will call someone to look at that cut of yours" For the first time Maria realized that she had skinned her knee like a silly school girl rummaging around in the dark.

More embarrassed then hurt Maria told him it was ok and would look after it herself and in a few moments Mr. Wilson was once again whistling down the corridor. Sitting at her desk Maria quietly cursed herself for being such a klutz. She slipped off her shoes and stood up to remove the ruined pantyhose. Once the pantyhose were down to her knees she sat once again and slipped them off her smooth toned leg. " Would you like some help with that" boomed a voice right behind her. Maria turned picking up the letter opener from her desk only to look into the eyes of her boyfriend Phillip.

Phillip knelt down and placed Maria’s ankle on his shoulder. Maria liked seeing his eyes light up as she watched his eyes slowly pan down her leg, along her now bare thighs and up her skirt. Maria had known since she was very young exactly what to do to make boys and now men do exactly what she wanted them to do, it was her power over them.


As his gaze moved back up her long leg she ran her hands through his hair and was tempted to draw his head in much closer, it was a naughty thought that was shifted back into the real world when she heard the faint whistling from down the hall. " Not here sweetie old Wilson is around somewhere,” Maria said. But while your down there you might as well be useful, as she handed him a band-aid from her purse.

"First let me kiss it better" He said as he lowered his head once again. As his lips touched the sensitive scratch Maria shifted a little in her chair and let out a small yelp, "Must Not move my pretty" Phillip said as he traced a finger tip across the back of her knee. It was like a shock ran through her leg, Maria could make men do as she wanted them, however one tickle was enough to crack her amour more than one would make her crumble into a giggling mass. Before she could react Phillip grabbed her ankle with one hand and her thigh in the other so he could run the tip of his tongue along her out stretched thigh. Maria felt her resolve crack then crumble into dust like most of the artifacts in this storeroom.

It took a few moments for Maria to regain her composure. When she did she reached down and grabbed Phillip by the hair lifting his tickling tongue from her thigh. She stared into his eyes and saw the wicked little gleam in them. "Not here" she whispered. Removing her leg from his shoulder Maria looked around and said " come with me" as she lifted herself from the chair and hooked a finger into the top of Phillip’s shirt as she lead him to the back of the store room. Stopping only long enough to turn the dead bolt on the storeroom door.

Maria had seen something other than the glow Sitting in the same row was a high backed old chair, over stuffed and carved with decaying gilding on the arms. This chair had seen better days it was perfect. Phillip looked around as they moved down the row of shelves, making mental notes of the things he saw. Phillip was into the bondage part of their relationship but had always considered tickling to be silly.
He did however cater to Maria’s love for it because it was easier to convince her to play bondage games if he tickled her just enough to make her pliable and willing. As they moved closer to the chair Phillip almost tripped over the lost flashlight. He picked it up and turned it back on and used it to look over the chair Maria was right it was perfect. Maria sat herself down in the chair with a flurry of dust that made her sneeze a little. As she settled in Phillip used the flashlight to quickly survey the nearby shelves for what ever could be used to secure his playmate to the chair. All Phillip could find was a roll of forgotten packing tape and a few parcels wrapped up with twine; this would have to do he thought.

"Now where were we" Maria said with a giggle in her voice. Maria raised her leg teasingly as Phillip picked up the packing tape and several of the small parcels, as he did so something clattered to the floor. He looked down with the flashlight and saw it was a black obsidian blade bound up with a leather thong for a handle. He used it quickly to cut the twine from one of the parcels and wrapped it around Maria’s out stretched ankle and strung it up and tied it off to the shelf support.

Now his fingers once again slipped down her now trapped leg tickling their way to the hem of her hiked up skirt. He began to undo the buttons on the front of her skirt and slowly it fell away exposing her long toned leg. He undid all the buttons except the one at the top holding the skirt around her thin waist. As he finished he slipped his hand under her other leg and lifted it as he worked his way back to her other ankle with kisses and nibbles. His touch was so very gentle and his fingers tickled ever so lightly as they crept down her bare leg.

It was more than enough to get Maria squirming in the chair. When he reached he other ankle he tied it off with the twine to the shelf support on the other side. Her ankles were now trapped in mid air between the shelves and her bare toes wiggled in the air.

Phillip looked over his handy work and pickled up the roll of packing tape and stepped between Maria’s spread legs and moved up close to her and pickled up her arm and raised it up to the top of the high backed chair and taped it to the carved top. As he did this his lips nibbled on Maria’s neck guaranteed to make her melt before she could react he had begun to tape the other wrist to the top of the chair. Very soon Maria was all secured and ready for what ever Phillip had in mind for her. She was happy remembering that she had locked the door.

His hands ran down the front of her blouse undoing the buttons on it as he went. As he undid the buttons he nibbled with his lips and traced along the upper edges of her bra with the tip of his tongue. He undid the last of the buttons and slowly opened her blouse. Once open his fingers slid in along her trapped ribs. His hands were warm and Maria was enjoying his touch, yes she thought to herself he is getting the idea all her months of training him were paying off. Just then he dug in his fingertips and Maria let out giggling howl, try as she might to twist away it was no use the padded arms of the chair held her hips in place.

All she could do was struggle a bit as he began to tickle with his fingers along her ribs and his lips nibbling along her belly, when he stuck his warm tongue into her belly button Maria almost went ballistic. As she squirmed in the chair he began to fondle while he tickled. He slowly traced his fingers onto her belly and did a finger walk up to her bra undoing the front clasp and sliding his hands under it he paused just long enough to tease her harding nipples and then his fingers slipped under her raised arms. As his fingers slowly circled down into the center of her underarm Maria’s giggles became full blown laughter. He trailed his tongue between her breasts and up her neck kissing her.





"Hold that thought,” he said as he stood up in front of her, "I will be right back " as he turned and slipped out of sight into another of the rows. "Don’t you dare leave me like this "shouted Maria? Maria never liked being left alone while tied the thought of being caught in a situation like this was one of her worst fears.


She was scared and excited all at once. In a moment Phillip re appeared with an Aztec headdress. It had been used for an exhibit last year. The reason it had caught his attention were the feathers in it. Phillips quick look around had yielded several useful things. There were both long hard feathers in the headdress and soft fluffy ones. In his other hand was a small crop like object like a back scratcher. Maria’s eyes widened as he held it out and began to use it on her tied feet. The sensation was immediate causing Maria to pull hard on the twine that held her foot fast. It was of little or no use these shelves were set into the cement of the floor. Phillip began to run the smooth edge of the scratcher up the inside of her thighs drawing circles with it on the back of her knee.

Then he pulled out one of the soft feathers from the headdress and set it down on a crate so the rest of the feathers would be handy when he needed them. This was almost a different Phillip than Maria knew. He had been willing to tickle her before but only to get what he wanted from her. This time it was something very different. He knelt between her out stretched legs tickling along one with the staff and with the soft feather on the other. The sensations quickly overwhelmed Maria’s senses. She descended into a giggling mass in the chair Phillip began to use the soft feather on the outer edges of her belly slowly working his way into the center of her belly button. When he did he turned the feather and began to draw small figures around her belly button with the quill.




Maria’s laughter was now bordering on screams Phillip reached up and placed the leather thong handle of the Obsidian knife blade between her teeth giving her something to bite down on. Once that was done he reached for the headdress once again pickling out a long pointed feather. With one hand he used the soft feather on her left breast while his other hand used the long pointy feather to slowly tickle under her raised arm.

Phillip had never mastered being a true tickler before but this was more than Maria had ever had from him at one time, the best part of it though Maria got the impression that he had no plans to stop anytime soon. He began to explore her body one inch at a time driving Maria almost out of her mind. Every so often he would turn the feathers again and draw on her ticklish skin with the quill. This new twist was driving Maria nuts it tickled like mad and seemed to last even after he had moved to a new spot. Maria bit down hard on the leather and her muffled giggles seemed to spur Phillip on.

The more she struggled in the chair the more dust was raised as the dust settled down onto her now sweating body Maria began to notice something, the marks Phillip was drawing were attracting the dust. These were not random drawings. They were small symbols, Maria had seen these before on the temples in her native Mexico.


As Phillip drew them and re drew them her tickling sensation kept increasing till she was dripping with sweat and the symbols seemed to cover her whole chest and belly. He would lick a patch of ticklish skin and begin to draw; he was even mumbling something he had never done before. That was when Maria first noticed the light in the room had taken on a very green glow. Looking over Phillips shoulder she noticed for the first time that the green glow was coming from the small crate she had noticed before.



Phillip was teasing her nipples with his tongue and lips while tickling under both her arms as he drew his head up Maria heard some of the mumbles become clearer. It was enough to start her panicking his mumbled words were not in English but in Maya.


With every tickling stroke now the green glow behind him grew. As it grew his tickling became more intense targeting the spots on her body that were the most sensitive and playing with them like a cat would play with a mouse. When his head come up to kiss her again Maria looked into his eyes and truly panicked for the first time. She spit out the obsidian blade and screamed for him to un- tie her at once. His blue eyes that Maria loved so much had taken on a green tint to them.



As he relented and began untying her the green glow from the crate subsided, as did the change of eye color. This was very spooky Maria was not one to panic easy but this tickle session had been both intense and scary at the same time. More over Phillip did not seem interested in sex, a true change of style had happened. Once they had settled down a little Maria began to put her clothing back into some semblance of order. Phillip kissed her and told her he would be waiting for her back at the apartment, with a wink he chucked "to finish what we started here" he said. As Maria had dressed she looked closer at the symbols on her skin. She had seen some like this on the temples when she had been down to visit her grandmother in Mexico.



Once Phillip had gone Maria went back to clear up the chair and remove the evidence of her little tryst in the back. As she stepped into the row she once again looked down at the small crate. It was wrapped in brown paper and labeled that it was from the estate of the late Mary Iverson. Under the crate were 2 leather bound books.
Maria picked up the small crate and placed it under her arm and picked up the two books. The moment she picked up the books a tingling tickling sensation ran under her arm. Letting out a yelp she dropped what she was carrying the books landed with a thud on the floor while the crate fell and broke open spilling out its packing material and one large green object.

Maria was now worried that she had damaged a real artifact. Bending over to pick it up Maria looked into the eyes of a jade green carved skull, not a normal skull like she had seen exhibited before this one was carved to appear to be laughing. All the other skulls like this she had seen of heard of were crystal. This one was carved out of solid jade. The tingling sensation crept into her hands as she handled it; it was like someone was running a feather up the back of her arm. Maria once again picked up the book one was a photo album and the other a journal. It read The Iverson Expedition 1919.

Maria Locked up for the day and did finally return the flashlight to Mr. Wilson. He noticed that she had the books under her arm. "Homework on your first day huh" he chuckled. As Maria headed for her apartment she could still feel some of the tingling sensations on her skin under her clothing. Once or twice it was a lot more intense. It was becoming a very annoying sensation. Once through the door of her small apartment she began to strip off Her soiled clothing as she headed for the shower. The books were dropped on the bed and momentatarily forgotten.

As she stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom she looked now at the dusty symbols on her bare skin. As she looked at them in the mirror they began to tingle once again. As her fingertips neared the marks her skin became covered in goose bumps and the tingling became a tickle. Maria had always been extremely ticklish but had never been able to tickle herself before this. Here in privacy she could enjoy the sensation a little as she prepared her shower.

As she began her shower however she began to notice that the dust was in no hurry to be off her bare skin. Maria grabbed the Shower massager head, which had been a gift from Phillip. As the water pelted her skin the sensations went off the scale. It was like she was being tickled in those spots all over again. She even picked up the luffa and scrubbed, this made the sensations so strong she almost had to steady herself against the wall of the shower. Maria could not believe the sensations that swept through her as she scrubbed.

An overwhelming feeling of tingling pleasure ran through her body as she washed. As she left the shower she looked once again in the foggy mirror. The symbols were still there, now reddened by the scrubbing but they were beginning to fade. Maria wrapped herself in a towel and laid down on her bed to begin looking over the books she had rescued from the store room. The leather bound books were almost warm to the touch as she opened the photo album.



Before her, on the pages stood a striking young woman. Mary Iverson was 16 and on her first real adventure in her young life. Maria was surprised that the photos in the album were as good a shape as they were being the better part of 100 yrs old. Maria settled into the pages, bent her knees and lifted her now wrinkled bare feet toward the ceiling as she leafed through the photos. Every now and then she could swear that she could still feel that pointed feather running over her softened soles. This sensation could hang around as long as it liked she thought to herself.
(To Be Continued)
 
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