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A Gothic Initiation
Written By Ticklishscribe,
Inspired by Nikki
c. 2002
The large, ancient three-storey house ominously stood on the corner of the street and bathed in the shadows of twilight, it looked even more ominous. Nikki approached the front gate and when she opened it, the gate fell off its hinges and clattered on the stone fence it was attached to. She stopped for a moment to look at the house and it high turrets, huge front porch and stone cold exterior. As she walked toward the house she could hear the swish of her black hooded robe dragging on the sidewalk. Her thigh high boots clattered as well and she was glad of the noise.
A heavy oak door greeted her and she grasped the gargoyle’s head knocker and knocked three times. But from inside the house there came no sound, no sound of someone coming to the door. Nikki knocked again and soon a faint light could be seen through the door-side window. The door opened and another hooded person stood before her. Nikki gasped slightly but deeply at the sight of another hooded person and was almost content to run away and forget the whole thing. But she was determined to join the Visigoth Society and tonight was her initiation.
“You are Nikki?” The voice was deep and monotone and was obviously female, and the robed person took her hand and drew Nikki in. Aside from the candle this person was holding and the candles in the few sconces on the walls, there was no other light in the house. The floor creaked under her and it made her want to jump right out of her skin.
“I am Celtica, you will come this way.” She said almost silently.
She led Nikki to a large staircase, and then turned to look at her again. “You are now about to cross into the point of no return, are you sure you want to do this?”
Nikki swallowed hard and breathed heavily. “Yes.”
She was then led downstairs and into a darkened but candle-lit room. The walls like the outside of the house were of stone and two sconces hung from each one. Before her was a heavy wooden table and five other hooded figures around it. Nikki could see that the others were girls just like Celtica.
The person at the other end of the table pointed to her. “I am Clannaugh, Child of the earth, is it still your quest to be a Goth?”
Nikki nodded hesitantly but did not speak.
Clannaugh pointed to Nikki again. “Prepare her.
Four hooded figures came toward her and took hold of her. They disrobed her and then lifted her to the table. Her arms were secured above her head and he shirt was opened.
“You have disobeyed us.” Said Clannaugh, seeing that Nikki was wearing a bra. “You were instructed not to wear feminine clothing.” With that, Clannaugh produced a knife and proceeded to cut the bra away. Nikki flinched as the straps were severed and squirmed a little as well.
Two of the six then began to cut the laces and pull Nikki’s boots off. Her socks were also removed and when hands touched her bare feet she really squirmed and bit her lip tightly to keep from laughing. Once this was done her pants were removed along with her panties.
“You must be presented before us as you came into this world.” Clannaugh spoke.
Nikki was naked and her ankles were now being tied to the bottom corners of the table. Her feet wriggled incessantly as the hands, even remotely touching them, started tickling sensations that went straight to her brain like lightning. Her feet were almost the only part of her body that could move though, as they had stretched her out very taught.
She was also now on display; the perfect Goth specimen. They all crowded around the table gazed at her and touched her all over. This completely overwhelmed her and she started to spasm and writhe as best she could.
Clannaugh now approached with a clay bowl and several brushes. “To be one of us you must be identified as one of us.” She then handed each girl a brush.
The girls all dipped their brushes in the bowl and then brought them close to Nikki. Each brush was covered with reddish-brown paint and some of the brushes dripped on her writhing body.
“Paint the words of Gotha on her.” Commanded Clannaugh. “She must learn them well.”
They all started painting parts of her body and Nikki immediately started to struggle. Between struggling, she caught glimpses of symbols and words she couldn’t understand being painted on her. As the painting went on the brushes tickled like crazy and it was all she could do to hold in the laughter. They were painting her everywhere; painting and painting and painting. She was covered in words she couldn’t understand and symbols she couldn’t make out and the brushes were beginning to take her toll.
Nikki could also hear Gregorian chanters, and their music was deep and ominous. The high and low voices of the chanters blended in with her laughter, which now came freely as the brushes tickled. As she laughed loud and shrill, they raised their voices an octave as if to laugh along with her.
As one of the other girls who was painting Nikki’s left leg accidentally brushed her foot and Nikki jerked and let out a laugh that made them all stop. Her foot writhed all over the place and she intensely arched her back.
Clannaugh looked down at her and painted a something on her forehead.
“You have answered the first quest of Gotha.” She announced. “Now you will answer it again.
The girls took up positions around Nikki and placed their fingers on her ribs and on the soles of her feet. In unison they all began to stroke those areas and Nikki rocketed off the table. The fifty fingers were everywhere, stroking teasing and tickling. Nikki repeatedly screamed with every ounce of strength within her as each stroke of their fingers was worse than before. They were tickle torturing her; there was no other way to describe it.
As they were doing this, they were chanting some phrase she couldn’t understand. Chanting it over and over, tickling and tickling. Nikki tried desperately to get away, but they followed her every move effortlessly. Never letting her have any rest. The more they chanted, the more they tickled. And the more they tickled the more they chanted. This was a torturous circle and it was beginning to wear her down.
“You must not cry out!” Demanded Clannaugh. “You must remain silent and strong! To be Goth you must do this!”
Nikki’s size 12’s were getting quite a workout as her toes the balls of her feet, insteps and deliciously high arches were getting tickled incessantly. The tickling of Nikki’s feet was complete and pure torture to her and her entire body flailed around, as much as the bonds would let her. Twenty fingers devilishly and dexterously stroked and tickled her baby soft soles and the sensations ripped through like tearing fabric. Twenty fingers worked on, in and under her creamy hypersensitive arches, tickling relentlessly, torturously and sadistically. She was on a jagged edge and the six were holding her there with wave after wave of torturous tickling. She screamed with laughter and her screams went on and on and on.
Forty more tormented her ribs one at a time. Her spasming ribcage was expanding and contracting, having one conniption after another.
Then they all stopped… Nikki heaved and writhed for some moments afterwards as the tickling sensations still ripped through her. Clannaugh then came up beside her and she noticed a black cloth in her hand. Nikki watched as she unfolded the cloth and then realized that she was about to be blindfolded. Her head jerked and writhed but to no avail as Clannaugh followed her ever move effortlessly and covered her eyes.
Then without warning the fifty fingers began again their devilish tickle torture. A part of Nikki wanted to beg for mercy, but a larger part of her was determined to become a Goth, no matter what it took. And Goths never begged for mercy. She would endure this tickle torture no matter what it took, but as fingers re-entered her arches, she rocketed off the bed and screamed louder than she had ever screamed before.
“You must not cry out!” Demanded Clannaugh again. “You must remain silent and strong!”
One of the Goths started exploring Nikki’s left foot with a feather. This caught Nikki completely off guard and her laughter, which she had tried again to hold back by biting her lower lip, now came out as intense jagged screams. The incessant feather was ballet-like and fluttered around her foot like a psychotic butterfly, As hard as she tried to move her foot away from it, being stretched taught didn’t allow this. Now her full-bore, hearty laughter went from baritone to tenor in range. Between the gales of laughter Nikki manage to push out the words “Oh shit!” several times. The words come out in a laboured resonance, and her body echoed the torment that they spoke of.
This was not sensory deprivation but pure non-stop sensory overload and Nikki was getting it full force. She really went into overload when another feather was introduced to her right foot. Now there were two psychotic butterflies torturing her, fluttering over her hypersensitive soles and sending a monsoon of ticklish sensations through her nervous system. Her body jerked relentlessly and her jagged screams continued.
One Goth’s fingers begin to scrabble light and spider-like over Nikki’s ribs and her back arched again. The Clannaugh used one hand on her ribs while she reached for a firm cushion and seizing the moment when Nikki’s spasming chest was thrust into the air; she wedged the cushion under her back, thereby keeping her chest in permanent thrust. Nikki’s ribs were now prominent and the Clannaugh began to play the full range of her spasming ribs, from the back to the tips. Sliding her fingers back and forth, the Clannaugh began incessantly tickling Nikki’s ribcage, and once more her laughter exploded with a jagged reverberation and resonance.
Another Goth now added Nikki’s tummy into the tickling and begin scrabbling over its milky-white, soft and taught surface. Her writhing returned very quickly, Her eyes clenched shut and her mouth opened wide again. The Goth’s finger circled around her exquisitely inviting and helpless button and she traced the circle smaller and smaller. Reaching Nikki’s button, the Goth slipped a finger in easily and her back abruptly arched off the cushion. The Goth had her even more now… She pistoned her finger in and out of Nikki’s delicious dimple. Now the bed was rocking even more and the Goth continued to piston in and out. Between the jagged spurts of laughter,
“P-P-PLEASE STOP!” Nikki screamed, begging to the Goth and promising her anything she wished. But the Goth told Nikki that her only wish is to keep on tickling and that she would never become a Goth by begging.
“You must not cry out!” Demanded Clannaugh once more. “You must remain silent and strong! You have a long way go before we accept you. Now I must now prepare those feet for the hounding!”
Nikki felt the Goth’s hands leave her tummy and heard her down towards her feet. She tensed but tried not to show any emotion out of fear that she wouldn’t be accepted. She felt two hands clench both her feet and nearly jumped out of her skin. Clannaugh’s hands were firm and heated; warm from the tickling she had given Nikki just now. The hands bent her toes back and inserted themselves in between them and Nikki jumped again. Now the fiendish fingers were slowly writhing in between the tense toes and Nikki was trying with all the strength within her to not show any emotion. The incessant fingers were all snakes of the medusa, and she dare not for being turned into stone. Or in her case, frozen with horror.
With one hand the Clannaugh bent Nikki’s toes back on her left foot and slowly spider tickled in the sensitive joints. While Nikki was all strapped down and immobile, whenever she tensed the leather bonds creaked. This was tickle torture and ticklish agony all rolled up into one and it was all Nikki could do not to show any reaction.
The chants continued, and the chanters voices rose and fell with an eerie softness. Nikki’s nervous system was at the breaking point as the incessant tickle teasing was taking it toll. The Goth’s fingers it seemed were like feathers and the nerve endings in her feet were being sadistically tortured. She wanted to scream, to beg the Goths to stop, to ask for release. But that would mean her never being a Goth and she wanted to be a Goth more than anything.
Clannaugh’s fingers now began to cast a shadow over her arch as they meandered down the soft skin. She wanted more than anything for the fingers to stop, but again she wanted more than anything to become a Goth and it was tearing her apart. Her senses were screaming and frayed to the point of disintegration, but her will was screaming to her body to hold on. Her brain was overloaded with conflict; senses were battling with senses and as the battle raged, so did the incessant, relentless and torturous tickling. It was the Gothic inquisition on becoming a Goth and Nikki was having one horrific conniption after another. Her senses were now reeling and she felt as though she were falling like Alice down the rabbit’s hole; only in wonderland she was not. She was in a Goth initiation that was composed of hell and hedonism. And hell and hedonism were battling it out for control of her senses, not to mention her entire body as well. The voices of the chanters were inside her head, battling alongside both hell and hedonism. As the battle raged on so did the continuous salvos of fingers on her feet. The Clannaugh knew instinctively where to touch, where to tickle and where to torment. She knew instinctively where to keep Nikki on the edge of the abyss of tickling, the black hole of tickling, the Stonehenge of tickling.
Nikki’s breath was heavy and heaving, her whole body quivered and shook. Any resistance to showing emotion was now crumbling like the walls of Jericho. She was also sweating intensely and the little rivulets of sweat that lazy meandered down her body tickled her incessantly, relentlessly and torturously. She was sure that even in the candlelight, the Goths could see her glistening, quivering body. She could feel her soul crying out for relief; screaming for refuge and release from the hell that was being presented to her.
“You must heed the words of Gotha and let her command your spirit and soul. Let her into you; let you become her.”
Nikki wanted so much to let that happen, but the incessant, relentless and torturous tickling was pulling her away.
“It is time for the hounding!” the Clannaugh announced, ceasing the tickling.
A bowl was brought over and the Goths dipped their hands in it. When they pulled them out, they were covered with some sort of oil. The oil was then applied to Nikki’s feet and she again wanted to scream at the finger’s touch. The oil was warm and thick and it stayed wherever the Goths slathered it on. It oozed between Nikki’s toes, added fire to Nikki’s arches and made the balls of her feet hot with intensity.
As the Goth’s hands left her feet, she heard the sound of an animal’s feet on the wooden floor. She could tell there was more than one but couldn’t tell how many. Suddenly a tongue slithered up her left sole; almost simultaneously another tongue slithered up the right sole as well. The tongues licked, slathered, stroked and twitched over the oil-covered soles.
Nikki shuddered, feeling a hand rubbing oil all over her womanhood. The warm hand rubbed and stroked the womanhood, pressing deep into the virgin flesh. As soon as the hand left, another tongue surfaced and started licking and tickling incessantly.
She could also feel fur tickling her skin as well and this was just as bad as the tongue. She could also feel hands rubbing oil in her armpits and over her breasts. She knew that as soon as the hands stopped rubbing the oil on, she would feel the tongues and fur. It didn’t take long for that to happen as four more furry beasts joined in on the licking and tongue tickling. They were everywhere and their hot tongues tormented her sensitive flesh.
Nikki went into silent laughter and writhed intensely. Her mind was reeling and teetering on the brink of falling over the edge of nowhere; riding on the winds of hell. Her entire body was a flash fire of ticklish reactions and at the same time, a smouldering, churning cauldron of ticklish lust. The tongue tickling of her loins was driving her mad with pleasure, mad with erotic hysteria.
“Laughter is the forbidden tongue that a Goth must not speak!” She commanded again. “You must be silent or we will start again.”
Bubble, bubble toil and trouble, her mind echoed and then began screaming. Her senses were now razor sharp and shredding everything in site. Her body was way beyond ticklish agony and her erratic movements were non-stop. Nikki was at the end or her rope and one part of her perfectly happy to let go. The other was trying the utmost to hold on to even the last shred of sanity that she had in order to become a Goth.
After what seemed an eternity, the last of the furry beasts left and she felt as though she were alone in the room. A finger slithering up her left sole brought her back to reality and she half grunted, half laughed.
“Silence! One more word and you will be disrobed forever more!”
Nikki could feel the other Goths crowding around her again and tensed at the thought of their fingers all over her ticklish body. She could now hear humming all around her, but it was not from the Goths themselves. The humming seem to come from something they were each holding and as they moved about the room so did the humming sounds.
“You have passed levels two and three!” Announced Celtica. “When you have passed level nine, you will be a Goth. You must now feel the orbs…
Written By Ticklishscribe,
Inspired by Nikki
c. 2002
The large, ancient three-storey house ominously stood on the corner of the street and bathed in the shadows of twilight, it looked even more ominous. Nikki approached the front gate and when she opened it, the gate fell off its hinges and clattered on the stone fence it was attached to. She stopped for a moment to look at the house and it high turrets, huge front porch and stone cold exterior. As she walked toward the house she could hear the swish of her black hooded robe dragging on the sidewalk. Her thigh high boots clattered as well and she was glad of the noise.
A heavy oak door greeted her and she grasped the gargoyle’s head knocker and knocked three times. But from inside the house there came no sound, no sound of someone coming to the door. Nikki knocked again and soon a faint light could be seen through the door-side window. The door opened and another hooded person stood before her. Nikki gasped slightly but deeply at the sight of another hooded person and was almost content to run away and forget the whole thing. But she was determined to join the Visigoth Society and tonight was her initiation.
“You are Nikki?” The voice was deep and monotone and was obviously female, and the robed person took her hand and drew Nikki in. Aside from the candle this person was holding and the candles in the few sconces on the walls, there was no other light in the house. The floor creaked under her and it made her want to jump right out of her skin.
“I am Celtica, you will come this way.” She said almost silently.
She led Nikki to a large staircase, and then turned to look at her again. “You are now about to cross into the point of no return, are you sure you want to do this?”
Nikki swallowed hard and breathed heavily. “Yes.”
She was then led downstairs and into a darkened but candle-lit room. The walls like the outside of the house were of stone and two sconces hung from each one. Before her was a heavy wooden table and five other hooded figures around it. Nikki could see that the others were girls just like Celtica.
The person at the other end of the table pointed to her. “I am Clannaugh, Child of the earth, is it still your quest to be a Goth?”
Nikki nodded hesitantly but did not speak.
Clannaugh pointed to Nikki again. “Prepare her.
Four hooded figures came toward her and took hold of her. They disrobed her and then lifted her to the table. Her arms were secured above her head and he shirt was opened.
“You have disobeyed us.” Said Clannaugh, seeing that Nikki was wearing a bra. “You were instructed not to wear feminine clothing.” With that, Clannaugh produced a knife and proceeded to cut the bra away. Nikki flinched as the straps were severed and squirmed a little as well.
Two of the six then began to cut the laces and pull Nikki’s boots off. Her socks were also removed and when hands touched her bare feet she really squirmed and bit her lip tightly to keep from laughing. Once this was done her pants were removed along with her panties.
“You must be presented before us as you came into this world.” Clannaugh spoke.
Nikki was naked and her ankles were now being tied to the bottom corners of the table. Her feet wriggled incessantly as the hands, even remotely touching them, started tickling sensations that went straight to her brain like lightning. Her feet were almost the only part of her body that could move though, as they had stretched her out very taught.
She was also now on display; the perfect Goth specimen. They all crowded around the table gazed at her and touched her all over. This completely overwhelmed her and she started to spasm and writhe as best she could.
Clannaugh now approached with a clay bowl and several brushes. “To be one of us you must be identified as one of us.” She then handed each girl a brush.
The girls all dipped their brushes in the bowl and then brought them close to Nikki. Each brush was covered with reddish-brown paint and some of the brushes dripped on her writhing body.
“Paint the words of Gotha on her.” Commanded Clannaugh. “She must learn them well.”
They all started painting parts of her body and Nikki immediately started to struggle. Between struggling, she caught glimpses of symbols and words she couldn’t understand being painted on her. As the painting went on the brushes tickled like crazy and it was all she could do to hold in the laughter. They were painting her everywhere; painting and painting and painting. She was covered in words she couldn’t understand and symbols she couldn’t make out and the brushes were beginning to take her toll.
Nikki could also hear Gregorian chanters, and their music was deep and ominous. The high and low voices of the chanters blended in with her laughter, which now came freely as the brushes tickled. As she laughed loud and shrill, they raised their voices an octave as if to laugh along with her.
As one of the other girls who was painting Nikki’s left leg accidentally brushed her foot and Nikki jerked and let out a laugh that made them all stop. Her foot writhed all over the place and she intensely arched her back.
Clannaugh looked down at her and painted a something on her forehead.
“You have answered the first quest of Gotha.” She announced. “Now you will answer it again.
The girls took up positions around Nikki and placed their fingers on her ribs and on the soles of her feet. In unison they all began to stroke those areas and Nikki rocketed off the table. The fifty fingers were everywhere, stroking teasing and tickling. Nikki repeatedly screamed with every ounce of strength within her as each stroke of their fingers was worse than before. They were tickle torturing her; there was no other way to describe it.
As they were doing this, they were chanting some phrase she couldn’t understand. Chanting it over and over, tickling and tickling. Nikki tried desperately to get away, but they followed her every move effortlessly. Never letting her have any rest. The more they chanted, the more they tickled. And the more they tickled the more they chanted. This was a torturous circle and it was beginning to wear her down.
“You must not cry out!” Demanded Clannaugh. “You must remain silent and strong! To be Goth you must do this!”
Nikki’s size 12’s were getting quite a workout as her toes the balls of her feet, insteps and deliciously high arches were getting tickled incessantly. The tickling of Nikki’s feet was complete and pure torture to her and her entire body flailed around, as much as the bonds would let her. Twenty fingers devilishly and dexterously stroked and tickled her baby soft soles and the sensations ripped through like tearing fabric. Twenty fingers worked on, in and under her creamy hypersensitive arches, tickling relentlessly, torturously and sadistically. She was on a jagged edge and the six were holding her there with wave after wave of torturous tickling. She screamed with laughter and her screams went on and on and on.
Forty more tormented her ribs one at a time. Her spasming ribcage was expanding and contracting, having one conniption after another.
Then they all stopped… Nikki heaved and writhed for some moments afterwards as the tickling sensations still ripped through her. Clannaugh then came up beside her and she noticed a black cloth in her hand. Nikki watched as she unfolded the cloth and then realized that she was about to be blindfolded. Her head jerked and writhed but to no avail as Clannaugh followed her ever move effortlessly and covered her eyes.
Then without warning the fifty fingers began again their devilish tickle torture. A part of Nikki wanted to beg for mercy, but a larger part of her was determined to become a Goth, no matter what it took. And Goths never begged for mercy. She would endure this tickle torture no matter what it took, but as fingers re-entered her arches, she rocketed off the bed and screamed louder than she had ever screamed before.
“You must not cry out!” Demanded Clannaugh again. “You must remain silent and strong!”
One of the Goths started exploring Nikki’s left foot with a feather. This caught Nikki completely off guard and her laughter, which she had tried again to hold back by biting her lower lip, now came out as intense jagged screams. The incessant feather was ballet-like and fluttered around her foot like a psychotic butterfly, As hard as she tried to move her foot away from it, being stretched taught didn’t allow this. Now her full-bore, hearty laughter went from baritone to tenor in range. Between the gales of laughter Nikki manage to push out the words “Oh shit!” several times. The words come out in a laboured resonance, and her body echoed the torment that they spoke of.
This was not sensory deprivation but pure non-stop sensory overload and Nikki was getting it full force. She really went into overload when another feather was introduced to her right foot. Now there were two psychotic butterflies torturing her, fluttering over her hypersensitive soles and sending a monsoon of ticklish sensations through her nervous system. Her body jerked relentlessly and her jagged screams continued.
One Goth’s fingers begin to scrabble light and spider-like over Nikki’s ribs and her back arched again. The Clannaugh used one hand on her ribs while she reached for a firm cushion and seizing the moment when Nikki’s spasming chest was thrust into the air; she wedged the cushion under her back, thereby keeping her chest in permanent thrust. Nikki’s ribs were now prominent and the Clannaugh began to play the full range of her spasming ribs, from the back to the tips. Sliding her fingers back and forth, the Clannaugh began incessantly tickling Nikki’s ribcage, and once more her laughter exploded with a jagged reverberation and resonance.
Another Goth now added Nikki’s tummy into the tickling and begin scrabbling over its milky-white, soft and taught surface. Her writhing returned very quickly, Her eyes clenched shut and her mouth opened wide again. The Goth’s finger circled around her exquisitely inviting and helpless button and she traced the circle smaller and smaller. Reaching Nikki’s button, the Goth slipped a finger in easily and her back abruptly arched off the cushion. The Goth had her even more now… She pistoned her finger in and out of Nikki’s delicious dimple. Now the bed was rocking even more and the Goth continued to piston in and out. Between the jagged spurts of laughter,
“P-P-PLEASE STOP!” Nikki screamed, begging to the Goth and promising her anything she wished. But the Goth told Nikki that her only wish is to keep on tickling and that she would never become a Goth by begging.
“You must not cry out!” Demanded Clannaugh once more. “You must remain silent and strong! You have a long way go before we accept you. Now I must now prepare those feet for the hounding!”
Nikki felt the Goth’s hands leave her tummy and heard her down towards her feet. She tensed but tried not to show any emotion out of fear that she wouldn’t be accepted. She felt two hands clench both her feet and nearly jumped out of her skin. Clannaugh’s hands were firm and heated; warm from the tickling she had given Nikki just now. The hands bent her toes back and inserted themselves in between them and Nikki jumped again. Now the fiendish fingers were slowly writhing in between the tense toes and Nikki was trying with all the strength within her to not show any emotion. The incessant fingers were all snakes of the medusa, and she dare not for being turned into stone. Or in her case, frozen with horror.
With one hand the Clannaugh bent Nikki’s toes back on her left foot and slowly spider tickled in the sensitive joints. While Nikki was all strapped down and immobile, whenever she tensed the leather bonds creaked. This was tickle torture and ticklish agony all rolled up into one and it was all Nikki could do not to show any reaction.
The chants continued, and the chanters voices rose and fell with an eerie softness. Nikki’s nervous system was at the breaking point as the incessant tickle teasing was taking it toll. The Goth’s fingers it seemed were like feathers and the nerve endings in her feet were being sadistically tortured. She wanted to scream, to beg the Goths to stop, to ask for release. But that would mean her never being a Goth and she wanted to be a Goth more than anything.
Clannaugh’s fingers now began to cast a shadow over her arch as they meandered down the soft skin. She wanted more than anything for the fingers to stop, but again she wanted more than anything to become a Goth and it was tearing her apart. Her senses were screaming and frayed to the point of disintegration, but her will was screaming to her body to hold on. Her brain was overloaded with conflict; senses were battling with senses and as the battle raged, so did the incessant, relentless and torturous tickling. It was the Gothic inquisition on becoming a Goth and Nikki was having one horrific conniption after another. Her senses were now reeling and she felt as though she were falling like Alice down the rabbit’s hole; only in wonderland she was not. She was in a Goth initiation that was composed of hell and hedonism. And hell and hedonism were battling it out for control of her senses, not to mention her entire body as well. The voices of the chanters were inside her head, battling alongside both hell and hedonism. As the battle raged on so did the continuous salvos of fingers on her feet. The Clannaugh knew instinctively where to touch, where to tickle and where to torment. She knew instinctively where to keep Nikki on the edge of the abyss of tickling, the black hole of tickling, the Stonehenge of tickling.
Nikki’s breath was heavy and heaving, her whole body quivered and shook. Any resistance to showing emotion was now crumbling like the walls of Jericho. She was also sweating intensely and the little rivulets of sweat that lazy meandered down her body tickled her incessantly, relentlessly and torturously. She was sure that even in the candlelight, the Goths could see her glistening, quivering body. She could feel her soul crying out for relief; screaming for refuge and release from the hell that was being presented to her.
“You must heed the words of Gotha and let her command your spirit and soul. Let her into you; let you become her.”
Nikki wanted so much to let that happen, but the incessant, relentless and torturous tickling was pulling her away.
“It is time for the hounding!” the Clannaugh announced, ceasing the tickling.
A bowl was brought over and the Goths dipped their hands in it. When they pulled them out, they were covered with some sort of oil. The oil was then applied to Nikki’s feet and she again wanted to scream at the finger’s touch. The oil was warm and thick and it stayed wherever the Goths slathered it on. It oozed between Nikki’s toes, added fire to Nikki’s arches and made the balls of her feet hot with intensity.
As the Goth’s hands left her feet, she heard the sound of an animal’s feet on the wooden floor. She could tell there was more than one but couldn’t tell how many. Suddenly a tongue slithered up her left sole; almost simultaneously another tongue slithered up the right sole as well. The tongues licked, slathered, stroked and twitched over the oil-covered soles.
Nikki shuddered, feeling a hand rubbing oil all over her womanhood. The warm hand rubbed and stroked the womanhood, pressing deep into the virgin flesh. As soon as the hand left, another tongue surfaced and started licking and tickling incessantly.
She could also feel fur tickling her skin as well and this was just as bad as the tongue. She could also feel hands rubbing oil in her armpits and over her breasts. She knew that as soon as the hands stopped rubbing the oil on, she would feel the tongues and fur. It didn’t take long for that to happen as four more furry beasts joined in on the licking and tongue tickling. They were everywhere and their hot tongues tormented her sensitive flesh.
Nikki went into silent laughter and writhed intensely. Her mind was reeling and teetering on the brink of falling over the edge of nowhere; riding on the winds of hell. Her entire body was a flash fire of ticklish reactions and at the same time, a smouldering, churning cauldron of ticklish lust. The tongue tickling of her loins was driving her mad with pleasure, mad with erotic hysteria.
“Laughter is the forbidden tongue that a Goth must not speak!” She commanded again. “You must be silent or we will start again.”
Bubble, bubble toil and trouble, her mind echoed and then began screaming. Her senses were now razor sharp and shredding everything in site. Her body was way beyond ticklish agony and her erratic movements were non-stop. Nikki was at the end or her rope and one part of her perfectly happy to let go. The other was trying the utmost to hold on to even the last shred of sanity that she had in order to become a Goth.
After what seemed an eternity, the last of the furry beasts left and she felt as though she were alone in the room. A finger slithering up her left sole brought her back to reality and she half grunted, half laughed.
“Silence! One more word and you will be disrobed forever more!”
Nikki could feel the other Goths crowding around her again and tensed at the thought of their fingers all over her ticklish body. She could now hear humming all around her, but it was not from the Goths themselves. The humming seem to come from something they were each holding and as they moved about the room so did the humming sounds.
“You have passed levels two and three!” Announced Celtica. “When you have passed level nine, you will be a Goth. You must now feel the orbs…
Good show old bean, wot?
