PeterVincentTGVK
1st Level Red Feather
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Belinda was searching frantically through her spellbook for a way to undo what she had done. No luck so far. She needed to find a way to send Heather back to the other realm. Not that she had a problem with the fact that William's frenzied laughter had brought back her youth. She now looked about 19 years old. Heather had done her job well. But a demon on the loose is not a laughing matter.
Belinda finally came upon a page in her book. Running her finger down the page as she read silently, she realized the limit of Heather's power. Specifically that the demon has to elicit laughter from it's victim within 10 minutes. If anybody that the demon preyed upon could take the tickle torture without laughing during that amount of time, the demon would lose it's control. But who could take 10 minutes of tickling without laughing? Belinda knew that she was just gonna have to try.
Heather had already broken William, probably obtaining his soul as a reward. She would be out searching for more victims, Belinda thought. She did a little more research. Apparently the demon couldn't actually know what a certain person's most ticklish spots were, it could read the victim's mind. Belinda would have to face Heather with a clear head and try to focus. Loosey and Goosey were mere minions. No real powers to speak of, except that they were shapeshifters. Belinda could only assume that they would disappear along with Heather. Belinda threw on her jacket and exited.
Sammie was oblivious to everything that had just happened in William's bedroom due to one of Heather's spells. Not having heard the uproarious laughter, she could never have known. She took a hearty sip of her gin and tonic and went back to surfing through her browser. She had 5 tabs open: Facebook, Amazon, and 3 various porn sites. She opened one of the porn tabs and began to study the images. One was of a particularly leggy woman with a leather corset and whip. Another of a busty goth girl pouting as she tugged on her nipples, and one of a long haired blonde bent over and presenting her bare ass to the camera. Sammie looked over the goth girl's pic and absent-mindedly rubbed herself through her jeans. Though she had never been with a woman, she was very bi-curious. She enjoyed touching herself on a fairly regular basis and had always been fascinated with the female body.
“Well well well!” Sammie nearly jumped through the roof when Heather walked out of William's room, followed by Loosey and Goosey. “This is a cool crib. I really mean it. This is a badass fucking apartment!” Heather looked around. “And no crosses. That's a good thing.”
“Who the fuck are you?” Sammie asked with more than a hint of urgency.
“Who the fuck are YOU?” Heather shot back. She placed her hands on her hips and opened her mouth just a little as if to feign shock.
Sammie started to get up.
“Don't trip on your shoelaces.” Heather suggested. This caused Sammie to glance down at her shoes for a moment. And the moment was all Heather needed to push Sammie back into her chair. The same invisible force that had bound William to his bed before was now pinning Sammie down into her chair. Her wrists felt as though they were glued to the armrests and her feet stuck to the floor. Heather read Sammie's mind and saw that the girl was embarrassed to have fallen for such a schoolyard ruse.
“Aw, don't feel bad. People have been falling for that one for ages. I once got Caligula Ceasar with the same trick... and they didn't even HAVE shoelaces back then! Hahaha!”
“I asked who you were.” Sammie reminded Heather with a defiant look in her eyes.
“And I asked who you were.” Heather shot back. “Who are you, Sammie? Pretty young girl who lusts after other women. You love your boyfriend, Jeff. I know you do. But secretly you would rather play with somebody with a fresh, pink kitty between their legs. So who are you, Sammie? Wouldn't you... just once... like to know a woman's touch?”
Sammie thought about it for a moment. Heather was beyond beautiful, there was no doubting that. And Jeff wouldn't be back for a while still. Sammie finally conceded, nodding yes.
“Good girl. That's what I thought. By the by, have you met my lovely assistants?” Heather stepped aside to reveal Loosey and Goosey behind her. But they were not their cartoonish selves anymore. They had changed forms. Loosey was now the busty Goth girl from Sammie's computer screen and Goosey was the blonde with the magnificent posterior. Sammie's eyes were as big as dinnerplates. Her pussy instantly began to grow slick.
“Yes, these are the two that you like?” Heather asked Sammie like a parent in a toy store asking their child which video games they wanted.
“Y-yes.” Sammie gasped, barely able to speak. Suddenly, not being able to move didn't seem too bad.
“Good...” Heather exhaled huskily, “Now, girls, Sammie here wants you to touch her. Let's say we give her what she wants.”
Loosey and Goosey approached Sammie. They closed in on her with seductive twinkles in their eyes. Though they didn't speak, Sammie didn't mind at all. Loosey walked behind Sammie and Goosey sat down Indian style in front of her. The magical hold on Sammie's feet disappeared, but the rest of her was still stuck in place. Goosey lifted Sammie's feet by her ankles and set the feet in her lap as she started to remove Sammie's shoes. Meanwhile, Loosey gently pulled Sammie's hair back to uncover the smooth skin on the sides of her neck. It was too inviting for Loosey to turn down. The pale skinned creature placed her lips on the left side of Sammie's neck, near her shoulder and exhaled a burst of warm air that instantly gave Sammie goosebumps.
“Oh, I think somebody likes it...” Heather teased playfully. Goosey plucked off Sammie's socks and gazed down at the size 7 feet in her hands.
“What are you doing?” Sammie asked quizzically as she looked down at Goosey's smiling face. Goosey shifted positions so that she could wrap one arm around Sammie's ankles, holding them firm. Sammie noticed that Goosey had a much tougher grip than seemed possible. Goosey's hold was like concrete. Sammie couldn't move her legs whatsoever. Sammie was about to ask again when Loosey began to run the very tip of her tongue slowly up the side of Sammie's neck.
Sammie squirmed noticaebly and Heather grinned like the Grinch.
“Oh dear, you aren't ticklish are you?”
Loosey stopped licking and started to softly wiggle her fingers on the sides of Sammie's neck.
“Um... a lihihihtle I guess...” Sammie answered through somewhat hushed giggles.
“Only a little? Did you hear that, Goosey?” Heather asked in disbelief. Goosey answered by dragging a nail up and down Sammie's right instep. She found a wrinkle that ran the length of the sole, and she decided to play upon it. Sammie bit her lip and shook with giggles. Goosey decided this was a good spot and repeated the motion on both feet before splaying her nails all over the bare feet.
“Hahaheahahehhehaehahehaheahe” Sammie's giggles were a little louder now. Her feet were definitely ticklish but Heather doubted that it was the worst one. She began to read Sammie's mind again. Before long, she had found an in. Looking into Sammie's memories, she saw that Sammie had a big sister who used to wrestle with her, and would often tickle her once she had Sammie in a lock.
“Think back, Sammie, to when you were younger. Did you ever get your tummy tickled?” Heather inquired.
Sammie did remember. She remembered so many spider tickles and raspberries at the hands of her older sister. She had almost forgotten how horrible it was. She secretly hoped that she was not still ticklish there. She tried to clear her mind and get those memories out of her head. Heather noticed the look on Sammie's face though.
“Ah, you do remember! Did she hold you down and play with you? You squirmed a lot I'll bet.....”
“No... not again...” Sammie whispered. Loosey and Goosey kept tickling her neck and feet. Heather smiled, holding her hands up and wiggling her fingers at Sammie.
“No. Dohohoohn't...” Sammie begged. She clamped her mouth shut and tried to fight the tickling sensations.
Heather walked up to Sammie and straddled her, sitting on her thighs. Now Sammie couldn't even see her feet that Goosey was merrily teasing. Heather looked into Sammie's eyes and ripped Sammie's T-shirt clean open, exposing Sammie's whole front. Then, she began to lower her fingers toward Sammie's tummy.
Sammie tried to breathe normally.
“Ready to giggle? Here comes the giggle monster little girl!” Heather watched Sammie remember her childhood torments and she inched her fingers closer and closer. Sammie's tummy tensed at the 'giggle monster' tease but she tried to look brave.
Heather pressed her nails against the bare tummy, not moving them, just touching. Sammie shot her a fierce look. Heather simply smiled back, and began to spider tickle Sammie's lower tummy. Sammie caught her breath in her throat.
Heather moved her fingers up as she teased, lightly climbing higher. Sammie started squirming again as her lips curled.
Heather switched to long strokes up and down Sammie's sides and tummy.
“No... nohot that...” Sammie couldn't keep from smiling. She remembered how her sister would do that and call it “climbing the mountain”. Heather read her mind and decided to push Sammie mentally as she teased.
“Tickle tickle little girl! Come on! Climb with me!” Heather walked her fingers up the center of Sammie's tummy.
“No. I cahahahahan't...”
“Aww, sure you can.” Heather stroked back up and down, up and down, up and down.
“No. Not a child anymohohohohorre.”
“I'm gonna climb climb climb the mountain right up to here!” Heather stroked up to the sides of Sammie's breasts where her fingers swirled and spidered.
“Hehehehhehehehhehehehehhehehehehehe” Sammie let loose some very girlish giggles.
“Atta girl, Sammie.” Loosey and Goosey both laughed and clapped happily as they stopped tickling their spots and let Heather do her thing.
“I think you like it when your tummy is tickled.” Heather noted as she marched her fingers to Sammie's turgid nipples, tweaking them and stroking back down.
“HEHEHEHhehahhaheahehahehaehahe”
Heather spider tickled Sammie's lower tummy, leaning in to plant a raspberry just under her left breast. The raspberry made Sammie squeal before returning to her melodic laughter. Heather squeezed Sammie's waist as she licked her way over to the right side and planted another raspberry. Sammie responded with more laughter and bounced up and down on her butt.
“Who's a ticklish girl? Huh?” Heather teased and laughed.
“NOOO HaheHAHEaehAHhaehAehaehae” Sammie's breasts jiggled as she laughed. Heather stroked her lower tummy, circling slowly.
“Hehehehhehehehhehe no more...” Sammie pleaded. Heather gently made circles on the sides of her breasts, and read her mind once more. What she found seemed too good to be true. She stopped tickling, but kept her fingers on the breasts.
“Who's a ticklish girl? Is little Miss Sammie?” Heather magically removed the bottom of the chair... as well as Sammie's pants and underwear. Sammie appeared scared of something.
Heather reached under the chair, dragging her nails along Sammie's bare bottom.
“NO PLEASE!” Sammie practically shouted.
“Stop me.” Heather mouthed back as she started to make circles and figure eights.
“NOHHOOHOHHOOHOHOHOHOOOO!”
“YES!” Heather countered back. Loosey and Goosey laughed as they watched Heather teasing Sammie's bottom.
“Loosey, Goosey, come here and help me finish her.” Heather commanded. Loosey and Goosey came to kneel at either side of the chair.
Heather stopped tickling and Sammie started to catch her breath.
Loosey and Goosey each took a breast in their hands and began to lovingly lick and suckle at Sammie's nipples, bringing more sniggers out of her.
At the same time, Heather held up a long, stiff, pink feather seemingly out of thin air. She waved it in front of Sammie, making sure she saw it.
“Nice cheeks down there but I bet I know where the real trigger is.” Heather commented.
“Oh my God! No! Get away!” Sammie panicked.
Heather reached one hand under the chair and pulled Sammie's butt cheeks apart.
“Are you ready for this? It's gonna be pretty intense.”
“DON'T!” PLEASE DOHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA!”
Heather twirled the feather's tip against Sammie's puckered asshole, alternating between there and Sammie's labia. The result was electric. Sammie had never known such an epic tickle, or pleasurable sensation. She couldn't help but become turned on by the nipple play and the pussy feathering.
“That's it. Feel it. Feel it all through you. When you cum, you're mine.” Heather informed Sammie, who was dripping wet and shrieking hysterically. Not an inch of her body wasn't sweating and she felt as though her whole body was wracked with pleasure and tickles.
“Tickle tickle...” Heather brought another feather into play, tickling Sammie's clit and asshole at the same time. Meanwhile, Loosey and Goosey began to ticklishly knead the undersides of Sammie's breasts as they suckled. Sammie screamed and squirted as she came. Heather laughed triumphantly as she tickled and tickled all through Sammie's massive orgasm. She eventually stopped Sammie sat, drained and completely under Heather's control. A slave to the demon's wishes.
“Another one bites the dust.” Heather cackled.
And that's when Jeff walked in...
Belinda finally came upon a page in her book. Running her finger down the page as she read silently, she realized the limit of Heather's power. Specifically that the demon has to elicit laughter from it's victim within 10 minutes. If anybody that the demon preyed upon could take the tickle torture without laughing during that amount of time, the demon would lose it's control. But who could take 10 minutes of tickling without laughing? Belinda knew that she was just gonna have to try.
Heather had already broken William, probably obtaining his soul as a reward. She would be out searching for more victims, Belinda thought. She did a little more research. Apparently the demon couldn't actually know what a certain person's most ticklish spots were, it could read the victim's mind. Belinda would have to face Heather with a clear head and try to focus. Loosey and Goosey were mere minions. No real powers to speak of, except that they were shapeshifters. Belinda could only assume that they would disappear along with Heather. Belinda threw on her jacket and exited.
Sammie was oblivious to everything that had just happened in William's bedroom due to one of Heather's spells. Not having heard the uproarious laughter, she could never have known. She took a hearty sip of her gin and tonic and went back to surfing through her browser. She had 5 tabs open: Facebook, Amazon, and 3 various porn sites. She opened one of the porn tabs and began to study the images. One was of a particularly leggy woman with a leather corset and whip. Another of a busty goth girl pouting as she tugged on her nipples, and one of a long haired blonde bent over and presenting her bare ass to the camera. Sammie looked over the goth girl's pic and absent-mindedly rubbed herself through her jeans. Though she had never been with a woman, she was very bi-curious. She enjoyed touching herself on a fairly regular basis and had always been fascinated with the female body.
“Well well well!” Sammie nearly jumped through the roof when Heather walked out of William's room, followed by Loosey and Goosey. “This is a cool crib. I really mean it. This is a badass fucking apartment!” Heather looked around. “And no crosses. That's a good thing.”
“Who the fuck are you?” Sammie asked with more than a hint of urgency.
“Who the fuck are YOU?” Heather shot back. She placed her hands on her hips and opened her mouth just a little as if to feign shock.
Sammie started to get up.
“Don't trip on your shoelaces.” Heather suggested. This caused Sammie to glance down at her shoes for a moment. And the moment was all Heather needed to push Sammie back into her chair. The same invisible force that had bound William to his bed before was now pinning Sammie down into her chair. Her wrists felt as though they were glued to the armrests and her feet stuck to the floor. Heather read Sammie's mind and saw that the girl was embarrassed to have fallen for such a schoolyard ruse.
“Aw, don't feel bad. People have been falling for that one for ages. I once got Caligula Ceasar with the same trick... and they didn't even HAVE shoelaces back then! Hahaha!”
“I asked who you were.” Sammie reminded Heather with a defiant look in her eyes.
“And I asked who you were.” Heather shot back. “Who are you, Sammie? Pretty young girl who lusts after other women. You love your boyfriend, Jeff. I know you do. But secretly you would rather play with somebody with a fresh, pink kitty between their legs. So who are you, Sammie? Wouldn't you... just once... like to know a woman's touch?”
Sammie thought about it for a moment. Heather was beyond beautiful, there was no doubting that. And Jeff wouldn't be back for a while still. Sammie finally conceded, nodding yes.
“Good girl. That's what I thought. By the by, have you met my lovely assistants?” Heather stepped aside to reveal Loosey and Goosey behind her. But they were not their cartoonish selves anymore. They had changed forms. Loosey was now the busty Goth girl from Sammie's computer screen and Goosey was the blonde with the magnificent posterior. Sammie's eyes were as big as dinnerplates. Her pussy instantly began to grow slick.
“Yes, these are the two that you like?” Heather asked Sammie like a parent in a toy store asking their child which video games they wanted.
“Y-yes.” Sammie gasped, barely able to speak. Suddenly, not being able to move didn't seem too bad.
“Good...” Heather exhaled huskily, “Now, girls, Sammie here wants you to touch her. Let's say we give her what she wants.”
Loosey and Goosey approached Sammie. They closed in on her with seductive twinkles in their eyes. Though they didn't speak, Sammie didn't mind at all. Loosey walked behind Sammie and Goosey sat down Indian style in front of her. The magical hold on Sammie's feet disappeared, but the rest of her was still stuck in place. Goosey lifted Sammie's feet by her ankles and set the feet in her lap as she started to remove Sammie's shoes. Meanwhile, Loosey gently pulled Sammie's hair back to uncover the smooth skin on the sides of her neck. It was too inviting for Loosey to turn down. The pale skinned creature placed her lips on the left side of Sammie's neck, near her shoulder and exhaled a burst of warm air that instantly gave Sammie goosebumps.
“Oh, I think somebody likes it...” Heather teased playfully. Goosey plucked off Sammie's socks and gazed down at the size 7 feet in her hands.
“What are you doing?” Sammie asked quizzically as she looked down at Goosey's smiling face. Goosey shifted positions so that she could wrap one arm around Sammie's ankles, holding them firm. Sammie noticed that Goosey had a much tougher grip than seemed possible. Goosey's hold was like concrete. Sammie couldn't move her legs whatsoever. Sammie was about to ask again when Loosey began to run the very tip of her tongue slowly up the side of Sammie's neck.
Sammie squirmed noticaebly and Heather grinned like the Grinch.
“Oh dear, you aren't ticklish are you?”
Loosey stopped licking and started to softly wiggle her fingers on the sides of Sammie's neck.
“Um... a lihihihtle I guess...” Sammie answered through somewhat hushed giggles.
“Only a little? Did you hear that, Goosey?” Heather asked in disbelief. Goosey answered by dragging a nail up and down Sammie's right instep. She found a wrinkle that ran the length of the sole, and she decided to play upon it. Sammie bit her lip and shook with giggles. Goosey decided this was a good spot and repeated the motion on both feet before splaying her nails all over the bare feet.
“Hahaheahahehhehaehahehaheahe” Sammie's giggles were a little louder now. Her feet were definitely ticklish but Heather doubted that it was the worst one. She began to read Sammie's mind again. Before long, she had found an in. Looking into Sammie's memories, she saw that Sammie had a big sister who used to wrestle with her, and would often tickle her once she had Sammie in a lock.
“Think back, Sammie, to when you were younger. Did you ever get your tummy tickled?” Heather inquired.
Sammie did remember. She remembered so many spider tickles and raspberries at the hands of her older sister. She had almost forgotten how horrible it was. She secretly hoped that she was not still ticklish there. She tried to clear her mind and get those memories out of her head. Heather noticed the look on Sammie's face though.
“Ah, you do remember! Did she hold you down and play with you? You squirmed a lot I'll bet.....”
“No... not again...” Sammie whispered. Loosey and Goosey kept tickling her neck and feet. Heather smiled, holding her hands up and wiggling her fingers at Sammie.
“No. Dohohoohn't...” Sammie begged. She clamped her mouth shut and tried to fight the tickling sensations.
Heather walked up to Sammie and straddled her, sitting on her thighs. Now Sammie couldn't even see her feet that Goosey was merrily teasing. Heather looked into Sammie's eyes and ripped Sammie's T-shirt clean open, exposing Sammie's whole front. Then, she began to lower her fingers toward Sammie's tummy.
Sammie tried to breathe normally.
“Ready to giggle? Here comes the giggle monster little girl!” Heather watched Sammie remember her childhood torments and she inched her fingers closer and closer. Sammie's tummy tensed at the 'giggle monster' tease but she tried to look brave.
Heather pressed her nails against the bare tummy, not moving them, just touching. Sammie shot her a fierce look. Heather simply smiled back, and began to spider tickle Sammie's lower tummy. Sammie caught her breath in her throat.
Heather moved her fingers up as she teased, lightly climbing higher. Sammie started squirming again as her lips curled.
Heather switched to long strokes up and down Sammie's sides and tummy.
“No... nohot that...” Sammie couldn't keep from smiling. She remembered how her sister would do that and call it “climbing the mountain”. Heather read her mind and decided to push Sammie mentally as she teased.
“Tickle tickle little girl! Come on! Climb with me!” Heather walked her fingers up the center of Sammie's tummy.
“No. I cahahahahan't...”
“Aww, sure you can.” Heather stroked back up and down, up and down, up and down.
“No. Not a child anymohohohohorre.”
“I'm gonna climb climb climb the mountain right up to here!” Heather stroked up to the sides of Sammie's breasts where her fingers swirled and spidered.
“Hehehehhehehehhehehehehhehehehehehe” Sammie let loose some very girlish giggles.
“Atta girl, Sammie.” Loosey and Goosey both laughed and clapped happily as they stopped tickling their spots and let Heather do her thing.
“I think you like it when your tummy is tickled.” Heather noted as she marched her fingers to Sammie's turgid nipples, tweaking them and stroking back down.
“HEHEHEHhehahhaheahehahehaehahe”
Heather spider tickled Sammie's lower tummy, leaning in to plant a raspberry just under her left breast. The raspberry made Sammie squeal before returning to her melodic laughter. Heather squeezed Sammie's waist as she licked her way over to the right side and planted another raspberry. Sammie responded with more laughter and bounced up and down on her butt.
“Who's a ticklish girl? Huh?” Heather teased and laughed.
“NOOO HaheHAHEaehAHhaehAehaehae” Sammie's breasts jiggled as she laughed. Heather stroked her lower tummy, circling slowly.
“Hehehehhehehehhehe no more...” Sammie pleaded. Heather gently made circles on the sides of her breasts, and read her mind once more. What she found seemed too good to be true. She stopped tickling, but kept her fingers on the breasts.
“Who's a ticklish girl? Is little Miss Sammie?” Heather magically removed the bottom of the chair... as well as Sammie's pants and underwear. Sammie appeared scared of something.
Heather reached under the chair, dragging her nails along Sammie's bare bottom.
“NO PLEASE!” Sammie practically shouted.
“Stop me.” Heather mouthed back as she started to make circles and figure eights.
“NOHHOOHOHHOOHOHOHOHOOOO!”
“YES!” Heather countered back. Loosey and Goosey laughed as they watched Heather teasing Sammie's bottom.
“Loosey, Goosey, come here and help me finish her.” Heather commanded. Loosey and Goosey came to kneel at either side of the chair.
Heather stopped tickling and Sammie started to catch her breath.
Loosey and Goosey each took a breast in their hands and began to lovingly lick and suckle at Sammie's nipples, bringing more sniggers out of her.
At the same time, Heather held up a long, stiff, pink feather seemingly out of thin air. She waved it in front of Sammie, making sure she saw it.
“Nice cheeks down there but I bet I know where the real trigger is.” Heather commented.
“Oh my God! No! Get away!” Sammie panicked.
Heather reached one hand under the chair and pulled Sammie's butt cheeks apart.
“Are you ready for this? It's gonna be pretty intense.”
“DON'T!” PLEASE DOHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA!”
Heather twirled the feather's tip against Sammie's puckered asshole, alternating between there and Sammie's labia. The result was electric. Sammie had never known such an epic tickle, or pleasurable sensation. She couldn't help but become turned on by the nipple play and the pussy feathering.
“That's it. Feel it. Feel it all through you. When you cum, you're mine.” Heather informed Sammie, who was dripping wet and shrieking hysterically. Not an inch of her body wasn't sweating and she felt as though her whole body was wracked with pleasure and tickles.
“Tickle tickle...” Heather brought another feather into play, tickling Sammie's clit and asshole at the same time. Meanwhile, Loosey and Goosey began to ticklishly knead the undersides of Sammie's breasts as they suckled. Sammie screamed and squirted as she came. Heather laughed triumphantly as she tickled and tickled all through Sammie's massive orgasm. She eventually stopped Sammie sat, drained and completely under Heather's control. A slave to the demon's wishes.
“Another one bites the dust.” Heather cackled.
And that's when Jeff walked in...
