Jaynin
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More stuff. Whee. I think after this I've actually started to work out a story that I might begin writing up instead of one-shot scenes, but as always I do pretty much whatever inspires me and don't fight the creative currents. I'm not always that great at predicting what I'll write next or what will grab my attention... so yeah.
Enjoy.
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At first glance it might seem curious that a sect of priests devoted to the protection of the holy mausoleum Auchindoun, ostensibly schooled in holy magics for protection and purification, would also have knowledge of magics that were the shadowy twins of those that sought to preserve and defend. Indeed, excessive study into these shadow magics was frowned upon, but for one with the curiosity and the inclination, knowledge of how to dominate and twist another mind came easily, for knowing how to soothe and comfort the mind required study of its strengths and weaknesses. If one were to bend their will to the exploitation rather than the reinforcement of these weaknesses, then it would become quite easy to extend one's will onto another. But there was more than just that to be considered – a mindless slave was one thing. How to alter the personality of the target such that they did not just obey orders, but believed in them and executed them to the best of his or her ability? Well, that was considerably more challenging, and the mind of a thinking being naturally resisted such wholesale twisting and reconfiguration.
Fortunately, Soulbinder Nyami had thrown herself wholeheartedly into these studies and, with the help of Gul'dan's Shadow Council, had hit upon a method that was not only guaranteed to work, but also allowed the Draenei soulpriestess to indulge herself. Her dalliance in personal fetishes was tolerated by those she served, for indeed now nearly half of the anchorites guarding Auchindoun secretly swore allegiance to the demons they were charged with protecting against, calling themselves the Sargerei. But here was the advantage to her method of wholesale mind-twisting; each of them understood the importance of appearing to support the defense of Auchindoun, and for all intents and purposes appeared to be loyal defenders of the holy site. Nyami herself was engaged in the greatest subterfuge of all, having the pieces of the Heart of Auchindoun gathered so that she could strip the fortress of its defenses and allow the demons to enter.
The preparations, however, were all complete, and Nyami worked with her loyal Sargerei to shatter the last of the crystals powering the defenses of Auchindoun. The corridor to the power crystal had already been sealed off, and now she was mere moments from – no, wait. A familiar presence tugged at her mind in the same instant she felt the barrier that had been erected vanish, dispelled by Soulbinder Tuulani. Nemesis was too strong a word for the other Draenei, for she was not so much a direct adversary as much as she bumbled her way into making Nyami's work harder. But the purple-skinned Draenei curled her lips in a smirk, and via telepathy she quickly sent word to those guarding the corridor to maintain the facade and let Tuulani and her group of interlopers pass through to the crystal chamber. The chamber itself was a wide dome, with a purplish crystal with three orbiting fragments hanging high up in the air, though now it pulsed and wobbled in a definitely unsafe fashion as Nyami worked to sabotage it. She felt the presence of those still sworn to the Light draw near, and as a precaution, sealed herself in a barrier of darkness while she continued to work.
“Nyami! What are you doing?” she heard the other Draenei gasp, as behind her one of those notoriously bothersome groups of five adventurers emerged from the passage to behold what Tuulani was seeing. Before the other soulbinder could do anything to interfere, Nyami had sealed her away in a similar sphere of darkness, but she did not have enough power to disable all of the rest and still work at sabotaging the crystal. Quickly she took stock of the situation. Fifteen of her most loyal Sargerei Draenei, against, what? A bear, stupid beast. One of those Trolls, all gangly limbs and bent angles, easily seven feet fall if he stood upright, which they never did, holding a bow. A tiny, twig-thin Blood Knight, one of those sorry Blood Elf excuses for paladins, wielding a sword that seemed more like a toothpick. A fat panda who probably spent more time getting drunk on ale than performing that pathetic mockery of a martial art, and one of those bothersome Orc shamans. She was green, not brown, marking her as an outlander and not one of the Frostwolves, but an irritant all the same.
Had Nyami bothered to watch the outcome of the battles she might have been irritated, but her concentration was focused on the destruction of the power crystal and maintaining her barrier that trapped Tuulani. So it was that when she finished destroying the crystals, the massive chunks crashing to the ground sent the five adventurers scrambling for cover, and they rolled right over the unfortunate bodies of her most trusted minions. Oh well. In about half an hour or so their spirits would return to their bodies – the Shadow Council's nearest graveyard was unfortunately distant – and in the meantime... “I find it fitting that one of my tools dispatches the others,” she mocked them as her body turned to shadowy mist and floated to a ledge far above the floor of the room, Tuulani's trapped form following her high out of reach of the five of them. Nyami activated one of the guardian automatons, which still responded to her commands, and designated the five of them as its target while she modified the hold she had on Tuulani, grinning at her fellow soulbinder.
“NONE LIVE WHO ASSAULT THE HOLY AUCHENAI.” The automaton rumbled as it prepared to do battle with the nosy outlanders, while Nyami nearly salivated over the opportunity to finally do what she had spent so long fantasizing about. While Tuulani glared at her and struggled at the bonds of shadow that held her up in the air, arms up and angled out while her legs were straight down, and Nyami pulled a small crystalline knife from her waistband, a spellcaster's tool as opposed to a weapon to fight with, but it was sharp enough to cut clothing with. Tuulani didn't know that, of course, and struggled against her bonds even harder, causing her breasts to bounce. It probably caused other things but Nyami was fully absorbed in her personal perversion now, not even paying attention to the battle unfolding below.
“Nyami! What have you done? What are you – “ The way her eyes followed the knife betrayed her fear of physical pain, but the dark soulbinder had no intention of causing Tuulani any pain. Pain had a way of sharpening the mind and heightening resistance, and she wanted as little resistance as possible. Fear gave way to confusion, as Nyami caused her captive to rotate in midair, facing down over the fight below. “NO! Behind the shield! BEHIND!” she called out, hoping to advise the five adventurers in their fight, but the blinding light of its defense mechanism overwhelmed them, and they were soon defeated... except for the fact that they reappeared at the entrance to the chamber a minute later, holding a conference amongst themselves as the automaton patiently waited for them to attack again. Tuulani hissed between her teeth in frustration, but her attention was soon drawn back to the knife that had cut a nice strip of cloth away from her robe, right around the middle, and then Nyami cut away the long sleeves as well, turning a modest priestess' robe into something considerably more racy.
“Have you ever thought about how I was able to turn so many to the cause of my master?” Nyami giggled, stroking her fingers against Tuulani's exposed side with one hand, and the intoxicating sound of her sudden giggling led Nyami to sheathe her knife for the moment and simply work on those firm, delicious, pale blue sides. From the front, since Nyami stood behind her victim, all one would see was purple fingers crawling delicately along the Draenei's sides, and Tuulani's head tossed back in sudden, irrepressible laughter. “Oh my, just like all the others.” Her fingers slid up into the ragged edge of the sliced-off robe, which now formed just a sort of skimpy top for Tuulani's large breasts, and wiggled her fingers fiercely into those well-defined ribs, earning herself yet another shriek of laughter, this one with more gusto. Nyami was pleased to note that her victim's would-be rescuers had broken off their strategy conference and were looking up at the loudly giggling Soulbinder Tuulani with expressions of puzzlement and confusion. The bear, it should be noted, was back in her natural Tauren form, but crouched and shapeshifted back into the hulking beast as they prepared to do battle a second time.
“It wasn't persuasion or simple mind control,” Nyami went on, talking to her victim, pausing briefly in her tickle torture to take a large, self-indulgent handful of one of those big breasts, before lifting it up and tickling on the ribcage directly beneath, which sent Tuulani into another squirming, bouncing fit of giggles, shaking her head back and forth. Nyami's nails were practiced, and stroked at the sensitive flesh in just the right way, titillating the nerves at the surface of her skin, teasing the softer parts of the other soulbinder in just the right way to get a reaction out of her, then suddenly crab-clawing both hands down from her ribs to the hips and wiggling hard. The firm tickling seemed to get a better reaction out of Tuulani, as she roared with hysteria and tried to kick her legs, body tensing up and curling slightly as she attempted to overcome the shadowy bindings on her limbs with brute force, before exhausting herself with the effort. “No, corrupting someone so fully requires a little more finesse and technique...”
“YouohehehEHEHEHEHEH YOU MONSTER!” Tuulani shrieked in response, her indignation wholly heartfelt but not at all expressed through her voice, as Nyami took great pleasure in tickling at her ribcage while she responded to make her not only laugh while speaking, but sound high and squeaky. “Hahahah-hAAHAHHEHEEHEH How could s-haeheheh so many of our orheheheheh order hahahae... hehehe have fallen?” Soulbinder Tuulani feared that she would learn the answer to that question firsthand, as her tickling stopped only to be replaced by groping so that the crystalline knife could come out again and cut the hem of her long skirt dangerously low. In fact, it was cut so low that it simply dropped off of her body and pooled on the floor below, just a pair of rather plain undergarments on beneath. “STOOOHEHEHEHE! STOP! Nohehehe-HHAHAHA-HAHHAHAHEH NO NO NO AHAHHEHE NO HHHEHEHHEEH!” The freshly fueled protest had been provoked by Nyami's strong, squeezing tickles at the insides of the newly-exposed thighs, something Tuulani did not appreciate at all. The perverse, corrupt soulbinder had no qualms about digging her fingers deep into the creases of her victim's body, searching where thigh met trunk, along the hip, and into the crack of her ass in her quest for the most ticklish spot.
Tuulani felt at once the devastating ticklish sensation spiking through her body, robbing her of her ability to think clearly, and alongside that were a few other competing emotions, mixed and tangled together in the swirl of hysteria that Nyami's fingertips pushed her into. Indignation, not just at the way she was being casually stripped down in front of others, but at how Nyami had turned traitor and apparently turned half of the anchorites to the darkness with her. Embarrassment at how her body was being so casually exposed, although the adventurers were too busy with their battle to notice at the moment. Frustration at the sight of her would-be saviors struggling in combat against the guardian automaton, designed originally to repel demonic intruders and now turned to Nyami's nefarious purposes. Then there was the creeping warm tingling sensation that spread through her body from the pit of her stomach, natural and irrepressible reactions to skilled fingers finding such sensitive spots and stimulating them so precisely. Nyami had learned quickly that Tuulani's body responded more to a firmer touch, and so it was her fingertips as opposed to her fingernails that did the damage, wiggling deep into ticklish blue flesh, drawing forth deep laughter from the nearly naked Tuulani. Reaching between her legs from behind and planting her fingers firmly in the creases of Tuulani's thighs, Nyami skated ever closer to forbidden, lewd territory, seeming to delight in the humiliation she was inflicting upon her fellow Soulbinder.
“Now you'll see just how easy it was to turn all those others to the Legion,” Nyami giggled. She opened her mind, but rather than establish a light connection with her fellow priestess as they might to communicate or shield, she brought her will down upon Tuulani's in a mass of wriggling, dark tendrils, seeking to seep within the mind of her adversary and begin the process by which Tuulani's will would be corrupted. Tuulani, of course, pushed back, repelling the assault, attempting to throw back the oppressive pressure and preserve herself, but the tickling made her defense scattered and unfocused. “Submit to me,” Nyami whispered in her ear, at the same time her hands groped firmly at Tuulani's ample rear end, sending the other Draenei into a fresh bout of laughter. “You can't resist,” she giggled, creeping one hand back up and around towards Tuulani's hip and scratching her fingernails upon it, while the index finger of her other hand dove into the navel and wiggled, deep and hard. There, Nyami struck gold.
“NOHEHHEHEEHHEEHEHEHEHEHEHE NEVER!” Tuulani shrieked, then groaned with despair as the group of adventurers failed yet again to defeat the automaton and returned to life once more. She could not hear them speaking over her own hysteria, nor concentrate much on what they were doing, but there seemed to be a fair bit of pointing fingers down there. But the Soulbinder's battle was clear, now; to maintain her sanity long enough for these... rescuers... to get their act together and force Nyami to release her from this humiliation. If only it would come faster! That finger wiggling in her navel was forcing her into hysterics, bouncing and arching her back, embarrassing herself further as ample breasts started to shake free of the ragged, pathetic scrap of cloth they had been allowed. Nyami expedited this process, changing her other hand from hip to breast, and lifting the remaining clothing from Tuulani's body, leaving her just a plain pair of undergarments down below. “HEEEEHEHEHEE Stoheheheheh stop thahhaahah HAHAAHAH stoppit! NOOHEHEHEHE! Hurhehhee-hehahaha- HURRY UP!” she beeseeched them, although the sight of her large breasts wobbling around was doing her no favors as they stopped to look.
“Mmm, I want to play with these, but this navel is too delicious to leave alone,” Nyami purred, pressing harder on Tuulani's mind, feeling her resistance push back, but in a frantic, undisciplined manner. “But I know just what to do.” Using the barrier magic she had employed before, Nyami sealed off Tuulani's navel, but only after she had slipped a small chunk of the smooth, broken-off crystal inside. It was a trivial matter to charge it with a small bit of magic energy and set it to vibrating, allowing her hands the freedom to wiggle hard at the fully-exposed ribs, traveling along the sides of those well-rounded breasts and tickling with her fingernails, teasing over Tuulani's nipples, and worming deep into her armpits. Yet all of this was secondary to the virtual explosion of laughter that wracked Tuulani's body.
“STHOOOHEHEHEHEH EHEHEHEH STOP THEHEHEH TAKE IT HEHEE OOOOOUT!” she screamed, head tossed back, belly gyrating frantically to try and dislodge the smooth, vibrating crystal, which was a useless effort thanks to Nyami's spell sealing it inside. Her finger had been bad enough when it was in there, but even that couldn't attack every single one of the vulnerable nerve endings within that small depression in Tuulani's middle. This crystal, by contrast, was hitting each and every one of them over and over again, driving the Soulbinder near to insanity all by itself. Ticklish waves, which had come in barely manageable surges before, now threatened to drown Tuulani's mind in their demand to be acknowledged, forcing her body into a semblance of a belly-dance while Nyami's fingers made merry in her armpits and ribs, groping at her full breasts, and generally indulging in the dark priestess' whims. Yet even that embarrassment now was second to the tickling, and Tuulani started to realize the dangerous effectiveness of Nyami's method: her mind was so busy dealing with the tickling that simply could not be ignored that the tendrils of darkness seeking to corrupt her were harder and harder to focus upon and repel.
“Submit to power,” Nyami whispered seductively, Tuulani's head now leaned back upon her shoulder as the priestess of light bubbled with helpless, hysterical giggles. Nyami almost couldn't help herself, she wanted to keep teasing and toying with Tuulani, having dreamed about this moment for a while now, and fantasizing about what was to come when Tuulani was broken and she was the master of Auchindoun. She'd keep her favorites around her at all times, of which Tuulani would be one, and she'd indulge in her fetishes openly and whenever it pleased her. At any time she could simply reach into these soft armpits and tickle just like this, driving her fingers into the sensitive hollow and wiggling the tips back and forth, before sliding down to the lower ribs and pressing into the sensitive space in between. Two fingers to a rib, she counted them from bottom to top, and when those large breasts got in the way she simply tickled around them, counting one side at a time, lifting the obstructing tit out of the way so that the even-more-sensitive flesh beneath was exposed for her enjoyment. Of course, her pets would be loyal and submissive to her both. Nyami paused for a minute then, letting the buzzing crystal in Tuulani's navel do most of the work, because she had to think about what kind of outfit she would have her followers wear. Certainly not this boring, conservative robe that they all wore now. No, something more revealing would be needed, but not too revealing. There was always some fun in sliding fingertips beneath clothing to expose a weak spot.
Nyami's reverie was interrupted by an arrow that whizzed by her head, and she was abruptly brought back down to earth by the sight of her defeated automaton in pieces upon the ground and a group of five adventurers searching for a way up to where she was. There wasn't one, of course, at least not from the room they were in, but she wasn't keen on dodging arrows and spells, yet reluctant to simply give up on her prize. “AHAHAAHHEHEHEHEHEHEH ADVENTURERS! YOU MUEHEHEHEH MUST CLOSE THE DHEHEHE-HEHE-HEHHEE DEMONS' PORTAL IN THE OTHER WING!” Tuulani shrieked, unknowingly making Nyami's decision for her. Gul'dan would not be pleased if the legion portal were to be disturbed, and if she lost control of Auchindoun, there would be no harem of ticklish men and women for her to play with as she lorded over the holy fortress with absolute power. She would have to impede their way to the portal and, if necessary, stop them herself. With an angry glare at the meddling adventurers, she dissipated into a floating ball of shadow energy once again, encasing Tuulani in a larger prison of shadow and towing her along, back to the central hall where the three passageways met.
Tuulani was thankful that the pressure of Nyami's corrupting mind control had been relieved, for she hadn't known how much longer she'd have been able to take that and still maintain her sanity. Nyami was busy now on the floor some ways below her doing something or another, but unfortunately the Soulbinder could not do anything to impede her former friend or aid the allies that were even now fighting their way down the hall to come to her rescue... late as it was. Tuulani was floating a good fifteen feet off the ground, legs and arms still bound by shadowy bonds, although now her arms were down at her sides and locked in place by a thick band around her waist, still topless and wearing only underwear.
The bad news was that before Nyami had gone off to do whatever it was she was going to, she had slipped two more humming crystal fragments into choice positions, one beneath each arm, and her arms-down pose had them trapped in place. Combined with the one still sealed in her navel and buzzing away ceaselessly, Tuulani had not taken a breath that was not shot through with laughter for the past several minutes, struggling in vain in mid-air and screeching with hysteria. The sounds of battle floated down the hallway where the Sargerei traitors attempted to bar the heroes' path to the demonic portal in the other wing, but these barely registered in her mind, if at all. Her attempts to struggle against the dark bonds that forced her to endure the hellish tickling torture did little more than make her chest bounce, yet not even Nyami was paying enough attention to her to express perverse appreciation, too busy flitting about below in an attempt to please her dark masters.
It felt as if Tuulani were in her own little world, a world that consisted of tickling and very little else, hoarse laughter resounding in her ears as the cunningly designed vibrating bits of crystal turned her body's reactions against itself. Surely it should stop, or lessen in intensity as she grew accustomed to it? The Draenei could only hope that were the case, yet even if it were so, it was taking far too long to happen. Even embarrassment over her toplessness was secondary to the all-pervading tickle torture that hummed in her navel and beneath her arms. At first she had thought that maybe the ones in her armpits could be wriggled and squeezed out, or that gravity would inexorably pull them downward to less-sensitive areas of her body, yet neither of these things had proven to be true, and one by one the avenues down which her mind attempted to escape or find some solace were blocked off, leaving her with only the option to writhe and suffer ticklishly, hoping that salvation would come soon. No escape. That was what she kept coming back to, and even with the mightiest of efforts, she could only barely perceive, through tear-blurred vision, that there was battle down the corridor which she was facing.
Perhaps even worse was the growing feeling within Tuulani that having Nyami be the one tickling her, instead of these impersonal and fiendish vibrating devices, was the preferable option. Even if Nyami's fingertips probed wickedly into her sensitive areas and tickled her with about as much mercy as these things were showing, there had been a certain knowledge to her touches, an awareness of how and where to tease her body for the maximum result, which produced a sort of wavelike sensation in how the tickling ebbed and flowed. This was just like the wave crested and never stopped. “NOHHHHehheheheehehehe... hahahha, ahhaha, HAHAHAHHEheheheh noehehehehehe stop sthahahahehehehee,” she begged out of reflex, useless because Nyami was not listening and the crystals could not hear. It seemed like the crystal in her navel was perfectly fitted to her, because it did not budge even an inch, not even to wiggle or rattle around in her bellybutton. Had Nyami somehow measured her bellybutton and made this crystal to fit it? But that was absurd – how did one measure a bellybutton and when would she have even gotten the chance? Denied any sort of relief from rational trains of thought, Tuulani now turned to grasping at anything that might make even a modicum of sense to explain her current situation.
Her fingers curled into fists that she would have beaten on the ground in ticklish submission had she been held down on the floor and tickled, but the dark binding took even that away from her. “Nyehehehe... Nyahahahaheheheh Nyahahahahami... pleheheheeze, please, please mahahahahAHAHAHhahahaha make it stoo-hoo-hahhaha-hehe-stop... ahaha, haaa... eheehehehe!” The humming in her underarms produced convulsions of ticklish titillation that were at once constant and ever-changing. How could a sensation be both at the same time? Tuulani was learning, however, that perhaps the true power of this ticklish torment was the way in which it defied all reason and logical explanation. The mind ran in circles trying to make sense of why and how, while the body tried in vain to adapt to the fiendish feelings, and into that confused sense of self Nyami would pour her will into the victim, offering a twisted explanation of the situation and, crucially, a way out. Eventually the victim's mind lost the ability to keep searching for a different escape and clung to the power of the Soulbinder, sacrificing their own will and allowing Nyami to replace it with a twisted, fel-corrupted version. The result was a Draenei that looked and acted normal on the outside, but bore deep, twisted perversions within: a Sargerei.
But Nyami was occupied now, withholding even that small if twisted comfort of her mind intruding on Tuulani's own. Was that the sounds of fighting coming from below? She couldn't see, couldn't think – could only hope. A scream, clashing, yelling. The movement was so sudden that it penetrated even the obscuring veil of tickle torture, and Tuulani's world seemed to rotate without warning, so quickly that it took her a moment to realize that the barrier on her navel had come undone and the crystal slipped free to fall to the floor and shatter. A moment later her arms were granted the freedom, long denied, to move, and it was a simple matter to relieve herself of the crystals trapped there, as well. Then she was on the floor, breath coming quick and deep but without laughter, body tingling yet feeling the sensations finally start to fade. When Tuulani turned her head, she was able to make out the backs of the five adventurers who had been her saviors, charging forward into the heart of the corruption, and Nyami lay unmoving on the floor not far from where Tuulani was.
“Never again... shall we be so corrupted,” she gasped softly, fingers curling into a fist once more.
Enjoy.
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At first glance it might seem curious that a sect of priests devoted to the protection of the holy mausoleum Auchindoun, ostensibly schooled in holy magics for protection and purification, would also have knowledge of magics that were the shadowy twins of those that sought to preserve and defend. Indeed, excessive study into these shadow magics was frowned upon, but for one with the curiosity and the inclination, knowledge of how to dominate and twist another mind came easily, for knowing how to soothe and comfort the mind required study of its strengths and weaknesses. If one were to bend their will to the exploitation rather than the reinforcement of these weaknesses, then it would become quite easy to extend one's will onto another. But there was more than just that to be considered – a mindless slave was one thing. How to alter the personality of the target such that they did not just obey orders, but believed in them and executed them to the best of his or her ability? Well, that was considerably more challenging, and the mind of a thinking being naturally resisted such wholesale twisting and reconfiguration.
Fortunately, Soulbinder Nyami had thrown herself wholeheartedly into these studies and, with the help of Gul'dan's Shadow Council, had hit upon a method that was not only guaranteed to work, but also allowed the Draenei soulpriestess to indulge herself. Her dalliance in personal fetishes was tolerated by those she served, for indeed now nearly half of the anchorites guarding Auchindoun secretly swore allegiance to the demons they were charged with protecting against, calling themselves the Sargerei. But here was the advantage to her method of wholesale mind-twisting; each of them understood the importance of appearing to support the defense of Auchindoun, and for all intents and purposes appeared to be loyal defenders of the holy site. Nyami herself was engaged in the greatest subterfuge of all, having the pieces of the Heart of Auchindoun gathered so that she could strip the fortress of its defenses and allow the demons to enter.
The preparations, however, were all complete, and Nyami worked with her loyal Sargerei to shatter the last of the crystals powering the defenses of Auchindoun. The corridor to the power crystal had already been sealed off, and now she was mere moments from – no, wait. A familiar presence tugged at her mind in the same instant she felt the barrier that had been erected vanish, dispelled by Soulbinder Tuulani. Nemesis was too strong a word for the other Draenei, for she was not so much a direct adversary as much as she bumbled her way into making Nyami's work harder. But the purple-skinned Draenei curled her lips in a smirk, and via telepathy she quickly sent word to those guarding the corridor to maintain the facade and let Tuulani and her group of interlopers pass through to the crystal chamber. The chamber itself was a wide dome, with a purplish crystal with three orbiting fragments hanging high up in the air, though now it pulsed and wobbled in a definitely unsafe fashion as Nyami worked to sabotage it. She felt the presence of those still sworn to the Light draw near, and as a precaution, sealed herself in a barrier of darkness while she continued to work.
“Nyami! What are you doing?” she heard the other Draenei gasp, as behind her one of those notoriously bothersome groups of five adventurers emerged from the passage to behold what Tuulani was seeing. Before the other soulbinder could do anything to interfere, Nyami had sealed her away in a similar sphere of darkness, but she did not have enough power to disable all of the rest and still work at sabotaging the crystal. Quickly she took stock of the situation. Fifteen of her most loyal Sargerei Draenei, against, what? A bear, stupid beast. One of those Trolls, all gangly limbs and bent angles, easily seven feet fall if he stood upright, which they never did, holding a bow. A tiny, twig-thin Blood Knight, one of those sorry Blood Elf excuses for paladins, wielding a sword that seemed more like a toothpick. A fat panda who probably spent more time getting drunk on ale than performing that pathetic mockery of a martial art, and one of those bothersome Orc shamans. She was green, not brown, marking her as an outlander and not one of the Frostwolves, but an irritant all the same.
Had Nyami bothered to watch the outcome of the battles she might have been irritated, but her concentration was focused on the destruction of the power crystal and maintaining her barrier that trapped Tuulani. So it was that when she finished destroying the crystals, the massive chunks crashing to the ground sent the five adventurers scrambling for cover, and they rolled right over the unfortunate bodies of her most trusted minions. Oh well. In about half an hour or so their spirits would return to their bodies – the Shadow Council's nearest graveyard was unfortunately distant – and in the meantime... “I find it fitting that one of my tools dispatches the others,” she mocked them as her body turned to shadowy mist and floated to a ledge far above the floor of the room, Tuulani's trapped form following her high out of reach of the five of them. Nyami activated one of the guardian automatons, which still responded to her commands, and designated the five of them as its target while she modified the hold she had on Tuulani, grinning at her fellow soulbinder.
“NONE LIVE WHO ASSAULT THE HOLY AUCHENAI.” The automaton rumbled as it prepared to do battle with the nosy outlanders, while Nyami nearly salivated over the opportunity to finally do what she had spent so long fantasizing about. While Tuulani glared at her and struggled at the bonds of shadow that held her up in the air, arms up and angled out while her legs were straight down, and Nyami pulled a small crystalline knife from her waistband, a spellcaster's tool as opposed to a weapon to fight with, but it was sharp enough to cut clothing with. Tuulani didn't know that, of course, and struggled against her bonds even harder, causing her breasts to bounce. It probably caused other things but Nyami was fully absorbed in her personal perversion now, not even paying attention to the battle unfolding below.
“Nyami! What have you done? What are you – “ The way her eyes followed the knife betrayed her fear of physical pain, but the dark soulbinder had no intention of causing Tuulani any pain. Pain had a way of sharpening the mind and heightening resistance, and she wanted as little resistance as possible. Fear gave way to confusion, as Nyami caused her captive to rotate in midair, facing down over the fight below. “NO! Behind the shield! BEHIND!” she called out, hoping to advise the five adventurers in their fight, but the blinding light of its defense mechanism overwhelmed them, and they were soon defeated... except for the fact that they reappeared at the entrance to the chamber a minute later, holding a conference amongst themselves as the automaton patiently waited for them to attack again. Tuulani hissed between her teeth in frustration, but her attention was soon drawn back to the knife that had cut a nice strip of cloth away from her robe, right around the middle, and then Nyami cut away the long sleeves as well, turning a modest priestess' robe into something considerably more racy.
“Have you ever thought about how I was able to turn so many to the cause of my master?” Nyami giggled, stroking her fingers against Tuulani's exposed side with one hand, and the intoxicating sound of her sudden giggling led Nyami to sheathe her knife for the moment and simply work on those firm, delicious, pale blue sides. From the front, since Nyami stood behind her victim, all one would see was purple fingers crawling delicately along the Draenei's sides, and Tuulani's head tossed back in sudden, irrepressible laughter. “Oh my, just like all the others.” Her fingers slid up into the ragged edge of the sliced-off robe, which now formed just a sort of skimpy top for Tuulani's large breasts, and wiggled her fingers fiercely into those well-defined ribs, earning herself yet another shriek of laughter, this one with more gusto. Nyami was pleased to note that her victim's would-be rescuers had broken off their strategy conference and were looking up at the loudly giggling Soulbinder Tuulani with expressions of puzzlement and confusion. The bear, it should be noted, was back in her natural Tauren form, but crouched and shapeshifted back into the hulking beast as they prepared to do battle a second time.
“It wasn't persuasion or simple mind control,” Nyami went on, talking to her victim, pausing briefly in her tickle torture to take a large, self-indulgent handful of one of those big breasts, before lifting it up and tickling on the ribcage directly beneath, which sent Tuulani into another squirming, bouncing fit of giggles, shaking her head back and forth. Nyami's nails were practiced, and stroked at the sensitive flesh in just the right way, titillating the nerves at the surface of her skin, teasing the softer parts of the other soulbinder in just the right way to get a reaction out of her, then suddenly crab-clawing both hands down from her ribs to the hips and wiggling hard. The firm tickling seemed to get a better reaction out of Tuulani, as she roared with hysteria and tried to kick her legs, body tensing up and curling slightly as she attempted to overcome the shadowy bindings on her limbs with brute force, before exhausting herself with the effort. “No, corrupting someone so fully requires a little more finesse and technique...”
“YouohehehEHEHEHEHEH YOU MONSTER!” Tuulani shrieked in response, her indignation wholly heartfelt but not at all expressed through her voice, as Nyami took great pleasure in tickling at her ribcage while she responded to make her not only laugh while speaking, but sound high and squeaky. “Hahahah-hAAHAHHEHEEHEH How could s-haeheheh so many of our orheheheheh order hahahae... hehehe have fallen?” Soulbinder Tuulani feared that she would learn the answer to that question firsthand, as her tickling stopped only to be replaced by groping so that the crystalline knife could come out again and cut the hem of her long skirt dangerously low. In fact, it was cut so low that it simply dropped off of her body and pooled on the floor below, just a pair of rather plain undergarments on beneath. “STOOOHEHEHEHE! STOP! Nohehehe-HHAHAHA-HAHHAHAHEH NO NO NO AHAHHEHE NO HHHEHEHHEEH!” The freshly fueled protest had been provoked by Nyami's strong, squeezing tickles at the insides of the newly-exposed thighs, something Tuulani did not appreciate at all. The perverse, corrupt soulbinder had no qualms about digging her fingers deep into the creases of her victim's body, searching where thigh met trunk, along the hip, and into the crack of her ass in her quest for the most ticklish spot.
Tuulani felt at once the devastating ticklish sensation spiking through her body, robbing her of her ability to think clearly, and alongside that were a few other competing emotions, mixed and tangled together in the swirl of hysteria that Nyami's fingertips pushed her into. Indignation, not just at the way she was being casually stripped down in front of others, but at how Nyami had turned traitor and apparently turned half of the anchorites to the darkness with her. Embarrassment at how her body was being so casually exposed, although the adventurers were too busy with their battle to notice at the moment. Frustration at the sight of her would-be saviors struggling in combat against the guardian automaton, designed originally to repel demonic intruders and now turned to Nyami's nefarious purposes. Then there was the creeping warm tingling sensation that spread through her body from the pit of her stomach, natural and irrepressible reactions to skilled fingers finding such sensitive spots and stimulating them so precisely. Nyami had learned quickly that Tuulani's body responded more to a firmer touch, and so it was her fingertips as opposed to her fingernails that did the damage, wiggling deep into ticklish blue flesh, drawing forth deep laughter from the nearly naked Tuulani. Reaching between her legs from behind and planting her fingers firmly in the creases of Tuulani's thighs, Nyami skated ever closer to forbidden, lewd territory, seeming to delight in the humiliation she was inflicting upon her fellow Soulbinder.
“Now you'll see just how easy it was to turn all those others to the Legion,” Nyami giggled. She opened her mind, but rather than establish a light connection with her fellow priestess as they might to communicate or shield, she brought her will down upon Tuulani's in a mass of wriggling, dark tendrils, seeking to seep within the mind of her adversary and begin the process by which Tuulani's will would be corrupted. Tuulani, of course, pushed back, repelling the assault, attempting to throw back the oppressive pressure and preserve herself, but the tickling made her defense scattered and unfocused. “Submit to me,” Nyami whispered in her ear, at the same time her hands groped firmly at Tuulani's ample rear end, sending the other Draenei into a fresh bout of laughter. “You can't resist,” she giggled, creeping one hand back up and around towards Tuulani's hip and scratching her fingernails upon it, while the index finger of her other hand dove into the navel and wiggled, deep and hard. There, Nyami struck gold.
“NOHEHHEHEEHHEEHEHEHEHEHEHE NEVER!” Tuulani shrieked, then groaned with despair as the group of adventurers failed yet again to defeat the automaton and returned to life once more. She could not hear them speaking over her own hysteria, nor concentrate much on what they were doing, but there seemed to be a fair bit of pointing fingers down there. But the Soulbinder's battle was clear, now; to maintain her sanity long enough for these... rescuers... to get their act together and force Nyami to release her from this humiliation. If only it would come faster! That finger wiggling in her navel was forcing her into hysterics, bouncing and arching her back, embarrassing herself further as ample breasts started to shake free of the ragged, pathetic scrap of cloth they had been allowed. Nyami expedited this process, changing her other hand from hip to breast, and lifting the remaining clothing from Tuulani's body, leaving her just a plain pair of undergarments down below. “HEEEEHEHEHEE Stoheheheheh stop thahhaahah HAHAAHAH stoppit! NOOHEHEHEHE! Hurhehhee-hehahaha- HURRY UP!” she beeseeched them, although the sight of her large breasts wobbling around was doing her no favors as they stopped to look.
“Mmm, I want to play with these, but this navel is too delicious to leave alone,” Nyami purred, pressing harder on Tuulani's mind, feeling her resistance push back, but in a frantic, undisciplined manner. “But I know just what to do.” Using the barrier magic she had employed before, Nyami sealed off Tuulani's navel, but only after she had slipped a small chunk of the smooth, broken-off crystal inside. It was a trivial matter to charge it with a small bit of magic energy and set it to vibrating, allowing her hands the freedom to wiggle hard at the fully-exposed ribs, traveling along the sides of those well-rounded breasts and tickling with her fingernails, teasing over Tuulani's nipples, and worming deep into her armpits. Yet all of this was secondary to the virtual explosion of laughter that wracked Tuulani's body.
“STHOOOHEHEHEHEH EHEHEHEH STOP THEHEHEH TAKE IT HEHEE OOOOOUT!” she screamed, head tossed back, belly gyrating frantically to try and dislodge the smooth, vibrating crystal, which was a useless effort thanks to Nyami's spell sealing it inside. Her finger had been bad enough when it was in there, but even that couldn't attack every single one of the vulnerable nerve endings within that small depression in Tuulani's middle. This crystal, by contrast, was hitting each and every one of them over and over again, driving the Soulbinder near to insanity all by itself. Ticklish waves, which had come in barely manageable surges before, now threatened to drown Tuulani's mind in their demand to be acknowledged, forcing her body into a semblance of a belly-dance while Nyami's fingers made merry in her armpits and ribs, groping at her full breasts, and generally indulging in the dark priestess' whims. Yet even that embarrassment now was second to the tickling, and Tuulani started to realize the dangerous effectiveness of Nyami's method: her mind was so busy dealing with the tickling that simply could not be ignored that the tendrils of darkness seeking to corrupt her were harder and harder to focus upon and repel.
“Submit to power,” Nyami whispered seductively, Tuulani's head now leaned back upon her shoulder as the priestess of light bubbled with helpless, hysterical giggles. Nyami almost couldn't help herself, she wanted to keep teasing and toying with Tuulani, having dreamed about this moment for a while now, and fantasizing about what was to come when Tuulani was broken and she was the master of Auchindoun. She'd keep her favorites around her at all times, of which Tuulani would be one, and she'd indulge in her fetishes openly and whenever it pleased her. At any time she could simply reach into these soft armpits and tickle just like this, driving her fingers into the sensitive hollow and wiggling the tips back and forth, before sliding down to the lower ribs and pressing into the sensitive space in between. Two fingers to a rib, she counted them from bottom to top, and when those large breasts got in the way she simply tickled around them, counting one side at a time, lifting the obstructing tit out of the way so that the even-more-sensitive flesh beneath was exposed for her enjoyment. Of course, her pets would be loyal and submissive to her both. Nyami paused for a minute then, letting the buzzing crystal in Tuulani's navel do most of the work, because she had to think about what kind of outfit she would have her followers wear. Certainly not this boring, conservative robe that they all wore now. No, something more revealing would be needed, but not too revealing. There was always some fun in sliding fingertips beneath clothing to expose a weak spot.
Nyami's reverie was interrupted by an arrow that whizzed by her head, and she was abruptly brought back down to earth by the sight of her defeated automaton in pieces upon the ground and a group of five adventurers searching for a way up to where she was. There wasn't one, of course, at least not from the room they were in, but she wasn't keen on dodging arrows and spells, yet reluctant to simply give up on her prize. “AHAHAAHHEHEHEHEHEHEH ADVENTURERS! YOU MUEHEHEHEH MUST CLOSE THE DHEHEHE-HEHE-HEHHEE DEMONS' PORTAL IN THE OTHER WING!” Tuulani shrieked, unknowingly making Nyami's decision for her. Gul'dan would not be pleased if the legion portal were to be disturbed, and if she lost control of Auchindoun, there would be no harem of ticklish men and women for her to play with as she lorded over the holy fortress with absolute power. She would have to impede their way to the portal and, if necessary, stop them herself. With an angry glare at the meddling adventurers, she dissipated into a floating ball of shadow energy once again, encasing Tuulani in a larger prison of shadow and towing her along, back to the central hall where the three passageways met.
Tuulani was thankful that the pressure of Nyami's corrupting mind control had been relieved, for she hadn't known how much longer she'd have been able to take that and still maintain her sanity. Nyami was busy now on the floor some ways below her doing something or another, but unfortunately the Soulbinder could not do anything to impede her former friend or aid the allies that were even now fighting their way down the hall to come to her rescue... late as it was. Tuulani was floating a good fifteen feet off the ground, legs and arms still bound by shadowy bonds, although now her arms were down at her sides and locked in place by a thick band around her waist, still topless and wearing only underwear.
The bad news was that before Nyami had gone off to do whatever it was she was going to, she had slipped two more humming crystal fragments into choice positions, one beneath each arm, and her arms-down pose had them trapped in place. Combined with the one still sealed in her navel and buzzing away ceaselessly, Tuulani had not taken a breath that was not shot through with laughter for the past several minutes, struggling in vain in mid-air and screeching with hysteria. The sounds of battle floated down the hallway where the Sargerei traitors attempted to bar the heroes' path to the demonic portal in the other wing, but these barely registered in her mind, if at all. Her attempts to struggle against the dark bonds that forced her to endure the hellish tickling torture did little more than make her chest bounce, yet not even Nyami was paying enough attention to her to express perverse appreciation, too busy flitting about below in an attempt to please her dark masters.
It felt as if Tuulani were in her own little world, a world that consisted of tickling and very little else, hoarse laughter resounding in her ears as the cunningly designed vibrating bits of crystal turned her body's reactions against itself. Surely it should stop, or lessen in intensity as she grew accustomed to it? The Draenei could only hope that were the case, yet even if it were so, it was taking far too long to happen. Even embarrassment over her toplessness was secondary to the all-pervading tickle torture that hummed in her navel and beneath her arms. At first she had thought that maybe the ones in her armpits could be wriggled and squeezed out, or that gravity would inexorably pull them downward to less-sensitive areas of her body, yet neither of these things had proven to be true, and one by one the avenues down which her mind attempted to escape or find some solace were blocked off, leaving her with only the option to writhe and suffer ticklishly, hoping that salvation would come soon. No escape. That was what she kept coming back to, and even with the mightiest of efforts, she could only barely perceive, through tear-blurred vision, that there was battle down the corridor which she was facing.
Perhaps even worse was the growing feeling within Tuulani that having Nyami be the one tickling her, instead of these impersonal and fiendish vibrating devices, was the preferable option. Even if Nyami's fingertips probed wickedly into her sensitive areas and tickled her with about as much mercy as these things were showing, there had been a certain knowledge to her touches, an awareness of how and where to tease her body for the maximum result, which produced a sort of wavelike sensation in how the tickling ebbed and flowed. This was just like the wave crested and never stopped. “NOHHHHehheheheehehehe... hahahha, ahhaha, HAHAHAHHEheheheh noehehehehehe stop sthahahahehehehee,” she begged out of reflex, useless because Nyami was not listening and the crystals could not hear. It seemed like the crystal in her navel was perfectly fitted to her, because it did not budge even an inch, not even to wiggle or rattle around in her bellybutton. Had Nyami somehow measured her bellybutton and made this crystal to fit it? But that was absurd – how did one measure a bellybutton and when would she have even gotten the chance? Denied any sort of relief from rational trains of thought, Tuulani now turned to grasping at anything that might make even a modicum of sense to explain her current situation.
Her fingers curled into fists that she would have beaten on the ground in ticklish submission had she been held down on the floor and tickled, but the dark binding took even that away from her. “Nyehehehe... Nyahahahaheheheh Nyahahahahami... pleheheheeze, please, please mahahahahAHAHAHhahahaha make it stoo-hoo-hahhaha-hehe-stop... ahaha, haaa... eheehehehe!” The humming in her underarms produced convulsions of ticklish titillation that were at once constant and ever-changing. How could a sensation be both at the same time? Tuulani was learning, however, that perhaps the true power of this ticklish torment was the way in which it defied all reason and logical explanation. The mind ran in circles trying to make sense of why and how, while the body tried in vain to adapt to the fiendish feelings, and into that confused sense of self Nyami would pour her will into the victim, offering a twisted explanation of the situation and, crucially, a way out. Eventually the victim's mind lost the ability to keep searching for a different escape and clung to the power of the Soulbinder, sacrificing their own will and allowing Nyami to replace it with a twisted, fel-corrupted version. The result was a Draenei that looked and acted normal on the outside, but bore deep, twisted perversions within: a Sargerei.
But Nyami was occupied now, withholding even that small if twisted comfort of her mind intruding on Tuulani's own. Was that the sounds of fighting coming from below? She couldn't see, couldn't think – could only hope. A scream, clashing, yelling. The movement was so sudden that it penetrated even the obscuring veil of tickle torture, and Tuulani's world seemed to rotate without warning, so quickly that it took her a moment to realize that the barrier on her navel had come undone and the crystal slipped free to fall to the floor and shatter. A moment later her arms were granted the freedom, long denied, to move, and it was a simple matter to relieve herself of the crystals trapped there, as well. Then she was on the floor, breath coming quick and deep but without laughter, body tingling yet feeling the sensations finally start to fade. When Tuulani turned her head, she was able to make out the backs of the five adventurers who had been her saviors, charging forward into the heart of the corruption, and Nyami lay unmoving on the floor not far from where Tuulani was.
“Never again... shall we be so corrupted,” she gasped softly, fingers curling into a fist once more.
