TTT for joy
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She tried to fend them off, but so many hands attacked her at once. She liked to dress to impress and now those bitches were ruining her nice dress!. They first started to tear her skirt. As she tried to protect it, without any sort of delicacy, they undid the knot that held her white blouse with red and blue motives around the neck area. As soon as the knot was undone, they tore her neckline revealing her full on top breasts. They did not stop there however and they tore further down making her slim belly see the light of the day. Her skirt did not escape ruining as well and her carefully shaved legs were revealed as well. They got her up by dragging on her now completely ruined blouse and made her rotate in almost a dancing fashion, by pulling abruptly by her clothes taking them off completely. As she made her pirouette, one of the nymphs put her foot in her way, making her stumble and fall again an the ground. She laid there naked and completely vulnerable to their touch. She knew there simply was no escape, so she resigned to her fate and simply waited for the nymphs to do their horrible deed.
Instead of tickling her, they started to dance around her while putting some strange powder on her. While doing this they began to sing a song to tease her.
We are the tickle nymphs.
Our evil knows no bounds.
How sweet your laughter sounds,
We knew just by a glimpse.
In tickling we find joy.
Sweet will be your torment.
To hell you will descent.
We claim you as our toy.
In laughter you will spend your days now and ever.
Chasing a horse? Now that was not very clever.
In fact it was really stupid if you ask me.
Why such a big mistake it was, soon you will see..
If you could see yourself right now, low on the ground.
while folks fret as you are nowhere to be found.
As our fingers will dance on your helpless body,
You will cry and yet receive help from nobody.
We are the tickle nymphs.
Our evil knows no bounds.
How sweet your laughter sounds,
We knew just by a glimpse.
Uncovered, pretty and naked you are now.
Could you somehow escape? You can't imagine how.
You my dear are now terrified trapped stripped and tied.
In your ticklish agony, to hell you will slide.
Our hungry fingers will start by counting your ribs.
While tears roll on your red cheeks, you will shake your hips.
And as soon as we have counted them, one by one.
We will start all over again, saying we're not done.
Then we will move to your perfectly shaped round breasts.
You will see that none of our fingers ever rests.
As your laughter weakens, your suffering triples.
That is because, we start playing with your nipples.
We won't like your silent laughter, so we'll change spot.
With renewed zeal and vigor, you will laugh a lot.
As this time, we will explore your nice smooth belly.
Then your laughter will be as soft as a jelly.
We are the tickle nymphs.
Our evil knows no bounds.
How sweet your laughter sounds,
We knew just by a glimpse.
And then, you will start to cry and beg us to stop.
Just how many of your tears on the ground will drop?
That we don't know, so now we'll start to tickle you.
Try to relax, as there is nothing you can do.
As soon as they were done with her song, she closed her eyes, crisping all the muscles, awaiting their worst, but it still did not come. This time they said:
"Oh no. It would be too easy if we started now. We first have to tie you up. See we're too lazy to pin you down. We don't want you to give us too much work." They all smirked and began to tie her. They put her on a stump, tying her hands above her head to a solid branch above her and spread her legs tying them to small convenient trees beside her. The spot was so perfect for her bondage, she suspected, that they planned to lure her exactly there. It wasn't the most comfortable position, as she had to struggle to keep her balance, but this day wasn't about her comfort anyway. She just wanted to know, when they were to be done with her. If she was to believe their song, they were to keep her there eternally. Could this be? No no one would be that cruel... and yet: those maidens in the stories she hear about, never returned did they?
Now she sat there immobile, wondering how bad it would tickle. Before starting, they took their time sadistically teasing her with her fingers, which already made her laugh quite a lot.
When they were starting to feel, her laughter was about to fade they started tickling her, by counting her ribs as promised.
"One two three, four and five six, twice that many you have ribs. " they sang.
It tickled her like nothing ever before. She had no idea what they did to her, but even their rather slow movements with their fingernails on her ribs tickled like hell. Her laughter became now more acute and high pitched. It was however still very mirthful and even though she jerked slightly, her movements were still very graceful. It actually made her even more beautiful as her breasts bounced gently on her chest. The nymphs were taking turns in counting her ribs. Each time one was done, another one took her place, staying in line for tickling her. As she saw the line getting thinner, hope filled her heart as she believed, her torment would be finally over. When they all had their fair share of tickling, they indeed stopped.... for a moment. She was panting heavily. As soon as she regained some of her composure (and breath), she said "Thank you." That's when the most evil smile, she had ever seen in her life appeared on their faces. They sang "Why are you thanking us hon? That's so silly, since we're not done!"
They formed a line and started all over again. Of course when they finished, they went on again and again. After a few counts, she lost completely the track. She actually even lost the track of time. She had no idea, whether it was day or night, all that was on her mind was that horrible tickling, that was actually getting worse and worse. She had no idea how that could be as from what she heard people lost sensitivity if the same spot was tickled for too long. Perhaps some dark magic was in place, who knew? Also, no matter how badly it tickled, she always somehow seemed to have enough breath to laugh at the top of her lungs. As a matter of fact long gone was her mirthful laughter. If it was not clear before, now everyone could guess, she was suffering. Her face was completely red and there was urgency in her pleas, as if she was about to die in any second. She now wiggled at wide arcs and resembled now more a trapped animal fighting for its life, than a beautiful young girl she was.
To add to her torment, two of the nymphs got behind her back and started to tickle her armpits with her own piggy tails, while whispering endless taunts in her ears like "Coochie, coochie coo!" or "Who's a ticklish little helpless girl?" When they took pause from taunting her, it was only to tickle her behind her ears with their tongue. All the while, the rest of the nymphs were still counting her ribs.
At some point they stopped tickling her. She was now so crazed from all the tickling she received, she did not even notice it and still laughed out loud. At some point she started to realize, they stopped and her laughter began to fade. But oh no that evil smile again!
"Look at her. Now she rests. We can't have that, get her breasts! " they sang and the desperation started all over again "No pleeaase!" she cried, but those were the only coherent words, she was able to say, since wild laughter took again over her. She had no idea how many fingers were spider tickling her breasts, but it must have been a lot. Not a single spot was left untouched and of course the nymphs behind her resumed teasing her and tickling her armpits.
When he heard the intense laughter, Johan Von Croy knew he was in the right place. He knew, that trying to follow it would do no good as black magic could easily disorient people and lead them to a trap, but at least he knew that he was in this cursed forest he heard so much about. Now he had to scour the area in search of the monsters he heard about. He was freshly appointed a brother templar, which meant that he had the authority to perform exorcisms and hunt evil spirits or monsters by his own under the authority of Greigar, God of justice. He was still quite young for his position and was only 25 years old. Usually templars of his age were very zealous and blindly slaughtered anything non human. Von Croy was a peculiar exception. Although trained to hunt down ghosts werewolves vampires and other supernatural beings, he has developed quite a disgust fort killing and usually preferred to reason with creatures. Usually, he managed to cure someone from lycantrophy or appease an angry ghost and only drew his weapons if he had to. He was dressed in typical witch hunter fashion in leather armor, hat, stakes around his legs, a rapier on his belt and two one handed crossbows. His brown horse carried his holy books and other exorcism materials. He had long dark hair, bright brown eyes and a rather dirty looking facial hair as he had not much time to shave.
After paying a visit to the local village, he learned that a girl disappeared from there under mysterious circumstances. The cause could have well been bandits or other evil humans, but seeing that the temple of Greigar sent him in these lands, it was more likely that the cause was supernatural. When started his investigations, as usual he interrogated the locals about their legends and myths. Most witch hunters dismissed these as nothing more than wild imaginations of common people, but as Von Croy's master taught him, all legends had a core of truth in them. Due to the bad reputation of his brethren known well for taking advantages of the power of their office, the locals were not trusting enough and Von Croy had to pay a round or two in the tavern to loosen their tongues. He learned about a legend about how maidens disappeared in forests and days after people heard only their insane laughter, unable to find them.
Von Croy knew of only one thing which could make someone in dire situation laugh. It was tickling. Not the most common torture among demons for sure, but not unheard of. In his seminars he for example learned about witch trials with twelve women, who used black magic to make people more ticklish, then abduct them and tickle them to death in their shacks. One of them even seduced men and convinced them to some bondage sex, only to make them die of laughter afterwards. Some people also reported seeing beautiful white wild horses roaming free in the forest. That gave Von Croy a lead.
Now that he could finally hear her laughter he could send his pet eagle to look for her. Given that she went missing for supposedly three days, this girl must have a lot of stamina, he thought. Enduring so much torture from supernatural beings was quite rare. Without knowing much about the girl he already felt quite a lot of admiration for her.
Anna didn't know what to feel. Her breasts were very sensitive. Almost as sensitive as her armpits that never got rest from those evil nymphs. However having her breasts touched gave her arousal and pleasure, so now she was locked somewhere in between heaven and hell, between laughter and moans. As her arousal grew, her nipples started to harden. As soon as the nymphs saw that, they started to tickle them with their tongues, while a few fingers were still able to attack the rest of her breasts. Up until now, no matter how intense the tickling was, she somehow never had trouble with breathing, but now it was too much even with that inexplicable dark magic. Her face twisted in agony and her laughter began to be silent. Each breath required an immense effort from her part. She was no longer thinking about the nymphs, only about the overwhelming mix of sensations she was feeling. Agony, frustration, fear and arousal.
"That's enough!" Von Croy said as he saw a bunch of female creatures tickling the girl he was looking for.
Visibly angry that their fun was interrupted, they started menacingly encircling Von Croy and scowled.
"Mortal. You have no idea what you're dealing with. We don't usually tickle boys, but we can make exception So if you don't want to join her, I suggest you to leave."
Von Croy was not however easily intimidated
"It's you who do not understand whom you're dealing with." he said and threw a vial of holy water in their direction. It burnt slightly the nude nymphs. "My weapons are blessed by a priest of Greigar. If you don't want to receive his ultimate judgment, I suggest you to run."
Those nymphs, who obviously never seen a witch hunter before started panicking. They morphed into their horse forms and fled. The nymph leading them however said "It's not over for her mortal! If we won't tickle her to death, someone else will. Perhaps it will be you!" and ran away as well.
If there wasn't this girl, he would most likely pursue them, but saving her was more important, than catching them. With his dagger he undid her ties. She was still giggling and kicking crazily, but there was no time to wait for her to stop laughing He grabbed her beautiful body around her waist and took her to the nearest lake where he threw her. Hopefully it was not too late.
Instead of tickling her, they started to dance around her while putting some strange powder on her. While doing this they began to sing a song to tease her.
We are the tickle nymphs.
Our evil knows no bounds.
How sweet your laughter sounds,
We knew just by a glimpse.
In tickling we find joy.
Sweet will be your torment.
To hell you will descent.
We claim you as our toy.
In laughter you will spend your days now and ever.
Chasing a horse? Now that was not very clever.
In fact it was really stupid if you ask me.
Why such a big mistake it was, soon you will see..
If you could see yourself right now, low on the ground.
while folks fret as you are nowhere to be found.
As our fingers will dance on your helpless body,
You will cry and yet receive help from nobody.
We are the tickle nymphs.
Our evil knows no bounds.
How sweet your laughter sounds,
We knew just by a glimpse.
Uncovered, pretty and naked you are now.
Could you somehow escape? You can't imagine how.
You my dear are now terrified trapped stripped and tied.
In your ticklish agony, to hell you will slide.
Our hungry fingers will start by counting your ribs.
While tears roll on your red cheeks, you will shake your hips.
And as soon as we have counted them, one by one.
We will start all over again, saying we're not done.
Then we will move to your perfectly shaped round breasts.
You will see that none of our fingers ever rests.
As your laughter weakens, your suffering triples.
That is because, we start playing with your nipples.
We won't like your silent laughter, so we'll change spot.
With renewed zeal and vigor, you will laugh a lot.
As this time, we will explore your nice smooth belly.
Then your laughter will be as soft as a jelly.
We are the tickle nymphs.
Our evil knows no bounds.
How sweet your laughter sounds,
We knew just by a glimpse.
And then, you will start to cry and beg us to stop.
Just how many of your tears on the ground will drop?
That we don't know, so now we'll start to tickle you.
Try to relax, as there is nothing you can do.
As soon as they were done with her song, she closed her eyes, crisping all the muscles, awaiting their worst, but it still did not come. This time they said:
"Oh no. It would be too easy if we started now. We first have to tie you up. See we're too lazy to pin you down. We don't want you to give us too much work." They all smirked and began to tie her. They put her on a stump, tying her hands above her head to a solid branch above her and spread her legs tying them to small convenient trees beside her. The spot was so perfect for her bondage, she suspected, that they planned to lure her exactly there. It wasn't the most comfortable position, as she had to struggle to keep her balance, but this day wasn't about her comfort anyway. She just wanted to know, when they were to be done with her. If she was to believe their song, they were to keep her there eternally. Could this be? No no one would be that cruel... and yet: those maidens in the stories she hear about, never returned did they?
Now she sat there immobile, wondering how bad it would tickle. Before starting, they took their time sadistically teasing her with her fingers, which already made her laugh quite a lot.
When they were starting to feel, her laughter was about to fade they started tickling her, by counting her ribs as promised.
"One two three, four and five six, twice that many you have ribs. " they sang.
It tickled her like nothing ever before. She had no idea what they did to her, but even their rather slow movements with their fingernails on her ribs tickled like hell. Her laughter became now more acute and high pitched. It was however still very mirthful and even though she jerked slightly, her movements were still very graceful. It actually made her even more beautiful as her breasts bounced gently on her chest. The nymphs were taking turns in counting her ribs. Each time one was done, another one took her place, staying in line for tickling her. As she saw the line getting thinner, hope filled her heart as she believed, her torment would be finally over. When they all had their fair share of tickling, they indeed stopped.... for a moment. She was panting heavily. As soon as she regained some of her composure (and breath), she said "Thank you." That's when the most evil smile, she had ever seen in her life appeared on their faces. They sang "Why are you thanking us hon? That's so silly, since we're not done!"
They formed a line and started all over again. Of course when they finished, they went on again and again. After a few counts, she lost completely the track. She actually even lost the track of time. She had no idea, whether it was day or night, all that was on her mind was that horrible tickling, that was actually getting worse and worse. She had no idea how that could be as from what she heard people lost sensitivity if the same spot was tickled for too long. Perhaps some dark magic was in place, who knew? Also, no matter how badly it tickled, she always somehow seemed to have enough breath to laugh at the top of her lungs. As a matter of fact long gone was her mirthful laughter. If it was not clear before, now everyone could guess, she was suffering. Her face was completely red and there was urgency in her pleas, as if she was about to die in any second. She now wiggled at wide arcs and resembled now more a trapped animal fighting for its life, than a beautiful young girl she was.
To add to her torment, two of the nymphs got behind her back and started to tickle her armpits with her own piggy tails, while whispering endless taunts in her ears like "Coochie, coochie coo!" or "Who's a ticklish little helpless girl?" When they took pause from taunting her, it was only to tickle her behind her ears with their tongue. All the while, the rest of the nymphs were still counting her ribs.
At some point they stopped tickling her. She was now so crazed from all the tickling she received, she did not even notice it and still laughed out loud. At some point she started to realize, they stopped and her laughter began to fade. But oh no that evil smile again!
"Look at her. Now she rests. We can't have that, get her breasts! " they sang and the desperation started all over again "No pleeaase!" she cried, but those were the only coherent words, she was able to say, since wild laughter took again over her. She had no idea how many fingers were spider tickling her breasts, but it must have been a lot. Not a single spot was left untouched and of course the nymphs behind her resumed teasing her and tickling her armpits.
When he heard the intense laughter, Johan Von Croy knew he was in the right place. He knew, that trying to follow it would do no good as black magic could easily disorient people and lead them to a trap, but at least he knew that he was in this cursed forest he heard so much about. Now he had to scour the area in search of the monsters he heard about. He was freshly appointed a brother templar, which meant that he had the authority to perform exorcisms and hunt evil spirits or monsters by his own under the authority of Greigar, God of justice. He was still quite young for his position and was only 25 years old. Usually templars of his age were very zealous and blindly slaughtered anything non human. Von Croy was a peculiar exception. Although trained to hunt down ghosts werewolves vampires and other supernatural beings, he has developed quite a disgust fort killing and usually preferred to reason with creatures. Usually, he managed to cure someone from lycantrophy or appease an angry ghost and only drew his weapons if he had to. He was dressed in typical witch hunter fashion in leather armor, hat, stakes around his legs, a rapier on his belt and two one handed crossbows. His brown horse carried his holy books and other exorcism materials. He had long dark hair, bright brown eyes and a rather dirty looking facial hair as he had not much time to shave.
After paying a visit to the local village, he learned that a girl disappeared from there under mysterious circumstances. The cause could have well been bandits or other evil humans, but seeing that the temple of Greigar sent him in these lands, it was more likely that the cause was supernatural. When started his investigations, as usual he interrogated the locals about their legends and myths. Most witch hunters dismissed these as nothing more than wild imaginations of common people, but as Von Croy's master taught him, all legends had a core of truth in them. Due to the bad reputation of his brethren known well for taking advantages of the power of their office, the locals were not trusting enough and Von Croy had to pay a round or two in the tavern to loosen their tongues. He learned about a legend about how maidens disappeared in forests and days after people heard only their insane laughter, unable to find them.
Von Croy knew of only one thing which could make someone in dire situation laugh. It was tickling. Not the most common torture among demons for sure, but not unheard of. In his seminars he for example learned about witch trials with twelve women, who used black magic to make people more ticklish, then abduct them and tickle them to death in their shacks. One of them even seduced men and convinced them to some bondage sex, only to make them die of laughter afterwards. Some people also reported seeing beautiful white wild horses roaming free in the forest. That gave Von Croy a lead.
Now that he could finally hear her laughter he could send his pet eagle to look for her. Given that she went missing for supposedly three days, this girl must have a lot of stamina, he thought. Enduring so much torture from supernatural beings was quite rare. Without knowing much about the girl he already felt quite a lot of admiration for her.
Anna didn't know what to feel. Her breasts were very sensitive. Almost as sensitive as her armpits that never got rest from those evil nymphs. However having her breasts touched gave her arousal and pleasure, so now she was locked somewhere in between heaven and hell, between laughter and moans. As her arousal grew, her nipples started to harden. As soon as the nymphs saw that, they started to tickle them with their tongues, while a few fingers were still able to attack the rest of her breasts. Up until now, no matter how intense the tickling was, she somehow never had trouble with breathing, but now it was too much even with that inexplicable dark magic. Her face twisted in agony and her laughter began to be silent. Each breath required an immense effort from her part. She was no longer thinking about the nymphs, only about the overwhelming mix of sensations she was feeling. Agony, frustration, fear and arousal.
"That's enough!" Von Croy said as he saw a bunch of female creatures tickling the girl he was looking for.
Visibly angry that their fun was interrupted, they started menacingly encircling Von Croy and scowled.
"Mortal. You have no idea what you're dealing with. We don't usually tickle boys, but we can make exception So if you don't want to join her, I suggest you to leave."
Von Croy was not however easily intimidated
"It's you who do not understand whom you're dealing with." he said and threw a vial of holy water in their direction. It burnt slightly the nude nymphs. "My weapons are blessed by a priest of Greigar. If you don't want to receive his ultimate judgment, I suggest you to run."
Those nymphs, who obviously never seen a witch hunter before started panicking. They morphed into their horse forms and fled. The nymph leading them however said "It's not over for her mortal! If we won't tickle her to death, someone else will. Perhaps it will be you!" and ran away as well.
If there wasn't this girl, he would most likely pursue them, but saving her was more important, than catching them. With his dagger he undid her ties. She was still giggling and kicking crazily, but there was no time to wait for her to stop laughing He grabbed her beautiful body around her waist and took her to the nearest lake where he threw her. Hopefully it was not too late.
