TTT for joy
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She was taken on the top of a small mountain, where a group of people already awaited her. There was of course her sister and father Lorenzo. There was an unknown tickle god priestess or as people called those: mistress of laughter. She was surprised to see the young monk Andrew, whom she thought evicted out of the cloister. She had mixed feeling about him. While there was definitely a chemistry between those two and up to a certain limit she enjoyed last time he tickled her, he was definitely a vicious tickler nevertheless. She definitely didn't look forward being tortured by those four people.
She was asked to undress and lie down on the sacrificial altar. Her arms were tied up over her head as well as her legs. A rope even tied her just under her belly so her movements were restricted a lot and although she could still make some, none of them would protect her from the tickling she was about to receive. She was never tickled while being tied up and the very thought of it sounded like a big nightmare.
The priestress started her speech, while the rest of the group wiggled their fingers above her, placing themselves conveniently around the ticklish parts of her body. "We are gathered here to honor the tickle god. The victim chosen by us is young Alvara, who was with no doubt blessed by our god with extreme ticklishness."
"More like cursed." thought Alvara.
Her speech was a bit random and the ticklers were ready to work on her as soon as she gave command. That way, Alvara could not know when the assault would come.
"She will have the privilege of feeling the fingers of the order of Tortured Smile, that found her. Her laughter will echo throughout the countryside quenching the never-ending thirst of our god, for.... TICKLE HER! "
Much to Alvara's surprise, the priestess did not even finish her sentence and now forty fingers were dancing all over her body. Her own sister was squeezing her sides, a malicious grin on her face.
"HAHAHAHAHA!" she laughed.
"Feels great doesn't it?" answered her sister. She however was the most merciful. Her tickles were more teasing and less torturous as the rest.
The priestress was tickling her belly relentlessly with the feather chanting in monotone and ritualistic voice "Tickle, tickle, tickle." Then the way she said "Cochie coo." would most likely make Alvara laugh even if she wasn't tickled. That woman was crazy, but extremely good tickler, making circling moves around her belly button, consantly changing patterns and pressure. She could tickle that spot for hours and would still get laughter out of Alvara if she would not pass out first.
Then there was Lorenzo. He went for her feet. First raking them with all his ten fingers, then tickling her arches and the sides of her feet with a feather, then driving her crazy with his index finger, just to switch for the feathers again and exploring all the spots in between her toes. He did not say a single word, but was perhaps even worse than the priestress due to his years of experience. Yet after tickling incredible amount of women, he still enjoyed it as much as the first time he entered the cloister.
Finally there was Andrew, who was given control over her breasts and most unfortunately for her, her armpits. He was still mad at her. There was no lust in his tickles this time, only desire for vengeance. Just like Lorenzo, he did not say a word, but unlike him there was neither enjoyment nor excitement in his eyes, only anger. He methodically tickled her worst spot and he was absolutely relentless. Mainly because of him, she was forced to make no other sound besides an insane laughter and high pitched squeals. Even though his first tickling of her was bad, he showed at least some sign of caring for her. Last time, he was just unable to stop due to his uncontrollable lust. This time however there was no compassion. His were fingers just wiggling mercilessly in her armpits and his thumbs tickling her breasts, not caring for a one moment whether she could breath.
At this point Alvara was making incoherent sounds. It was unclear whether she was crying or laughing, in pain or smiling. Her laughter was now mostly silent, making from time to time a squeal when she had the energy to do so. Seeing her suffering, her sister said "Hey slow down a bit. This is getting too crazy. I don't want her hurt or anything."
Lorenzo took her aside and said "There are not going to be any breaks. Don't worry, she'll recover from it. She's young."
"You maniacs! Stop it now!" she said. However the guards just seized her and Lorenzo said "Look. If you don't want to be part of this, it's your loss, but you will not interrupt us."
A guard hungry for her laughter replaced her and was just as relentless as the rest of the ticklers.
"Please, stop! I can't take it any more! Really!" she was pleading, while genuinely crying.
They however continued to tickle her, even though she could no longer laugh nor breathe. Soon after the only possible mercy came: she passed out. Normally the ritual would end here and she would be able to return to her family, however something very unusual happened. She woke up and everyone around her became like possessed: they felt the most animalistic instincts and could not help, but tickle her. As for her, she somehow became invigorated with new strength. She no longer felt any pain and could cry out with her full lungs. However she still felt this dreadful ticklish feeling. As a matter of fact, she felt more ticklish than ever.
As she was too absorbed by the ticklish surroundings, she did not notice much her environment, but she saw an evil grin on everyones face. They were mocking her. Even her sister joined them. They were squealing "Cochie, coochie coochie", which somehow made her tickles all the more maddening. Everything around her was so surreal. She thought she was in some sort of nightmare from which she would wake up, but no relief came. The high pitched squeals that everyone of her ticklers produced were suddendly joined by a very dark and evil laughter that went in pair with her own...
"What happened?" asked Jessica surprised. As soon as her sister passed out, she disappeared in front of her own eyes.
All the ticklers were just as surprised as she was. Then Father Lorenzo said "Well... it happened."
"What happened?" Jessica yelled at him.
"The tickle god for once accepted his offering. Which means, that your sister is now in a tickle hell and is to be tickled for eternity."
"What? I thought it was just a meaningless ritual! I did not know it was a real sacrifice!" said Jessica outraged.
"Normally it is." answered Lorenzo. "It is incredibly rare, that the tickle god accepts the sacrifice offered to him. The victim has to be incredibly ticklish. We don't really advertise that. It is already difficult to force the ticklees to participate in this."
"The worst part is: as you saw all that, we have to keep you in here. Your relatives will be told that an accident happened on your way home. I am deeply sorry for that."
She was taken to the dungeons of the cloister, where father Joseph began testing all his tickling machines on her. He found out she wasn't almost ticklish at all, but that did not matter. Servants of the tickle god worked for a very long time on sensitivity enhancing potions to correct that minor details and soon, Joseph had her laughing, screaming and begging for mercy as all the girls locked in his dungeons.
Every monk in the cloister was happy. By providing a worthy sacrifice to their god, they were sure they would go to the tickling paradise after they died. Everyone was happy except brother Andrew. He pitied Alvara and regretted participating in her torture. He loved tickling with all his heart. Seeing beautiful girls smile giggle and laugh filled him with so much excitement. He was impatient to finally go to the tickling paradise, where people felt no hunger no thirst and could just tickle all day long. In that realm, tickling would lock them in one eternal orgasm, ecstasy and joy. However seeing Alvara suffer on the receiving end, he no longer was so sure he really wanted to go to that place. His guilt and shame eventually overcame him and although he knew this would cost him his place as a monk of the tickle god, he decided he would do what he could to free Alvara and her sister..... but how?
She was asked to undress and lie down on the sacrificial altar. Her arms were tied up over her head as well as her legs. A rope even tied her just under her belly so her movements were restricted a lot and although she could still make some, none of them would protect her from the tickling she was about to receive. She was never tickled while being tied up and the very thought of it sounded like a big nightmare.
The priestress started her speech, while the rest of the group wiggled their fingers above her, placing themselves conveniently around the ticklish parts of her body. "We are gathered here to honor the tickle god. The victim chosen by us is young Alvara, who was with no doubt blessed by our god with extreme ticklishness."
"More like cursed." thought Alvara.
Her speech was a bit random and the ticklers were ready to work on her as soon as she gave command. That way, Alvara could not know when the assault would come.
"She will have the privilege of feeling the fingers of the order of Tortured Smile, that found her. Her laughter will echo throughout the countryside quenching the never-ending thirst of our god, for.... TICKLE HER! "
Much to Alvara's surprise, the priestess did not even finish her sentence and now forty fingers were dancing all over her body. Her own sister was squeezing her sides, a malicious grin on her face.
"HAHAHAHAHA!" she laughed.
"Feels great doesn't it?" answered her sister. She however was the most merciful. Her tickles were more teasing and less torturous as the rest.
The priestress was tickling her belly relentlessly with the feather chanting in monotone and ritualistic voice "Tickle, tickle, tickle." Then the way she said "Cochie coo." would most likely make Alvara laugh even if she wasn't tickled. That woman was crazy, but extremely good tickler, making circling moves around her belly button, consantly changing patterns and pressure. She could tickle that spot for hours and would still get laughter out of Alvara if she would not pass out first.
Then there was Lorenzo. He went for her feet. First raking them with all his ten fingers, then tickling her arches and the sides of her feet with a feather, then driving her crazy with his index finger, just to switch for the feathers again and exploring all the spots in between her toes. He did not say a single word, but was perhaps even worse than the priestress due to his years of experience. Yet after tickling incredible amount of women, he still enjoyed it as much as the first time he entered the cloister.
Finally there was Andrew, who was given control over her breasts and most unfortunately for her, her armpits. He was still mad at her. There was no lust in his tickles this time, only desire for vengeance. Just like Lorenzo, he did not say a word, but unlike him there was neither enjoyment nor excitement in his eyes, only anger. He methodically tickled her worst spot and he was absolutely relentless. Mainly because of him, she was forced to make no other sound besides an insane laughter and high pitched squeals. Even though his first tickling of her was bad, he showed at least some sign of caring for her. Last time, he was just unable to stop due to his uncontrollable lust. This time however there was no compassion. His were fingers just wiggling mercilessly in her armpits and his thumbs tickling her breasts, not caring for a one moment whether she could breath.
At this point Alvara was making incoherent sounds. It was unclear whether she was crying or laughing, in pain or smiling. Her laughter was now mostly silent, making from time to time a squeal when she had the energy to do so. Seeing her suffering, her sister said "Hey slow down a bit. This is getting too crazy. I don't want her hurt or anything."
Lorenzo took her aside and said "There are not going to be any breaks. Don't worry, she'll recover from it. She's young."
"You maniacs! Stop it now!" she said. However the guards just seized her and Lorenzo said "Look. If you don't want to be part of this, it's your loss, but you will not interrupt us."
A guard hungry for her laughter replaced her and was just as relentless as the rest of the ticklers.
"Please, stop! I can't take it any more! Really!" she was pleading, while genuinely crying.
They however continued to tickle her, even though she could no longer laugh nor breathe. Soon after the only possible mercy came: she passed out. Normally the ritual would end here and she would be able to return to her family, however something very unusual happened. She woke up and everyone around her became like possessed: they felt the most animalistic instincts and could not help, but tickle her. As for her, she somehow became invigorated with new strength. She no longer felt any pain and could cry out with her full lungs. However she still felt this dreadful ticklish feeling. As a matter of fact, she felt more ticklish than ever.
As she was too absorbed by the ticklish surroundings, she did not notice much her environment, but she saw an evil grin on everyones face. They were mocking her. Even her sister joined them. They were squealing "Cochie, coochie coochie", which somehow made her tickles all the more maddening. Everything around her was so surreal. She thought she was in some sort of nightmare from which she would wake up, but no relief came. The high pitched squeals that everyone of her ticklers produced were suddendly joined by a very dark and evil laughter that went in pair with her own...
"What happened?" asked Jessica surprised. As soon as her sister passed out, she disappeared in front of her own eyes.
All the ticklers were just as surprised as she was. Then Father Lorenzo said "Well... it happened."
"What happened?" Jessica yelled at him.
"The tickle god for once accepted his offering. Which means, that your sister is now in a tickle hell and is to be tickled for eternity."
"What? I thought it was just a meaningless ritual! I did not know it was a real sacrifice!" said Jessica outraged.
"Normally it is." answered Lorenzo. "It is incredibly rare, that the tickle god accepts the sacrifice offered to him. The victim has to be incredibly ticklish. We don't really advertise that. It is already difficult to force the ticklees to participate in this."
"The worst part is: as you saw all that, we have to keep you in here. Your relatives will be told that an accident happened on your way home. I am deeply sorry for that."
She was taken to the dungeons of the cloister, where father Joseph began testing all his tickling machines on her. He found out she wasn't almost ticklish at all, but that did not matter. Servants of the tickle god worked for a very long time on sensitivity enhancing potions to correct that minor details and soon, Joseph had her laughing, screaming and begging for mercy as all the girls locked in his dungeons.
Every monk in the cloister was happy. By providing a worthy sacrifice to their god, they were sure they would go to the tickling paradise after they died. Everyone was happy except brother Andrew. He pitied Alvara and regretted participating in her torture. He loved tickling with all his heart. Seeing beautiful girls smile giggle and laugh filled him with so much excitement. He was impatient to finally go to the tickling paradise, where people felt no hunger no thirst and could just tickle all day long. In that realm, tickling would lock them in one eternal orgasm, ecstasy and joy. However seeing Alvara suffer on the receiving end, he no longer was so sure he really wanted to go to that place. His guilt and shame eventually overcame him and although he knew this would cost him his place as a monk of the tickle god, he decided he would do what he could to free Alvara and her sister..... but how?
