A while ago, I posted a couple multi-part stories on here called “Night of the Blondes” and “Mischievous Missy and the Good Day,” both from a library of tickling stories I’ve written over the years. I wrote a little intro in front of the first one (“Night of the Blondes”) sort of putting it in context — I got self-conscious about “sharing” these stories, and figured I needed to do so. Here’s the link.
But for thems that can’t be bothered, or have already read the stories…
My stories take place in a fantasy world populated by beautiful, ticklish, and usually scantily clad women. In this fantasy world, pretty much everything revolves around tickling and sensuality. Sometimes, like in the story below, there’s a male narrator. How did he get there? I don’t know. It’s a fantasy. Once upon a time I think I made up a typically goofy sci-fi explanation, like he was “trapped” in a virtual reality machine, or in another dimension, or something. So, if you need a reason, you can have that one.
There are two sets of stories. “Night of the Blondes” and “Mischievous Missy…” take place in a rural setting, the remote parish of a kingdom. The second set revolves around “Citadel Island,” which is a bit more civilized and a bit more technologically advanced. They have laws, professions, flying machines, etc. In the “Citadel” stories, the male narrator is part of the security forces, often as a guard or escort for the Citadel’s scientists on dangerous missions. He’s not particularly good at what he does, and often gets in trouble…
The Citadel stories have a stable of characters that I use — sometimes the male narrator is part of them, sometimes not. There’s really not that much of a difference between the two sets of stories; the Citadel stories allow me to play with different settings, different “dynamics,” etc.
As I’ve said, I’m not sure I need to go on like this, but I get self-conscious about it, and sometimes wonder if my stories are a little too idiosyncratic. Many writers I admire here, like Jaynin, ticklemantis, kunzite, cosmo AC, sablesword, and many, many others I could list, set their stories in pretty detailed worlds, and readers seem to like them, but maybe I’m not doing it right.
But I’m not fishing for compliments here. If you like it, let me know. For now, though, here’s “Soft Bodies.”
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Soft Bodies - Part 1
“And how ticklish is he?”
“Very,” said the slave mistress. “Would you like a demonstration?”
“Please.”
I tried to pull away as the slaver turned towards me, a long plume in her hand, but the bindings that strapped me to the cross didn’t give a fraction of an inch. I snorted back laughter as the feather gently caressed my belly and chest.
“Come, slave,” the slaver cooed, playing the feather in my underarms. “Show your future mistress how ticklish you are.”
“St-stop!” I sputtered. “No-hoo-hoo…”
“That’s it…”
“Yaa-haa-haa-haa! Stop-p-p! Eee-hee-hee-hee…”
“You’re very ticklish, aren’t you, slave? Aren’t you?”
I giggled and squirmed as the feather brushed up and down my side, lingering in my underarm before making its way down again.
“I’m sure your future mistress would like to hear how ticklish you are from your own lips,” the slaver said. “Tell the esteemed priestess how ticklish you are, slave.”
“Noo-hoo-hoo… Aaahahahah!”
“Tell her…”
“I-I‘m t-t-ticklishhh… I’m ticklish!… ahh-ha-haa…”
“How ticklish?”
“V-v-veryy! Very ticklish! Oh-ho-ho-ho! I’m so ticklish! Pleeeze stoppp…!!!!”
“And this is just with the feather, good priestess,” the slaver said. “Imagine how responsive he’d be to fingers.”
“Yes… thank you for your demonstration, good mistress. Very enlightening.” This seemed to be the signal for the slave mistress to stop, and to my relief she did so, leaving me gasping on the cross bar. The customer was dressed head-to-toe in a sand-colored robe. A hood was thrown over her head, and a mask of gold, sparkling, mesh-like material covered her face. Her garb marked her as a priestess of Sauka, the goddess they worshipped in Abydos.
For several moments she said nothing, just stood there, motionless. She seemed to be looking at me as I knelt on the small platform, my arms strapped to a cross bar and my feet shackled to the boards behind me, but with her mask on and her entire body covered, it was impossible to tell where she was looking, or what she was thinking.
“Perhaps the esteemed priestess is ready to discuss price?” the slaver said.
“Yes… but one small thing, good mistress, if I can beg more of your precious time. What about his feet? Are they as ticklish as the rest of him?”
“Would you like another demonstration?”
“I’d be very grateful.”
“No! Please!” I cried out as the slaver walked behind me to where my upturned soles lay exposed and helpless. “My feet are ticklish! I promise! There’s no need to…Yaa-haa-haa-haa…!”
This certainly wasn’t the way the mission was supposed to go. In fact, when I had been assigned to bodyguard two of the Citadel’s leading scientists on a brief mineral and plant survey, I had grumbled about how boring it sounded.
Things seemed a lot better when I found out that Maki was going to be the pilot on this mission. A member of the Citadel’s elite squad of rangers, Maki was a buxom, dusky-skinned beauty with straight, dark brown hair that fell past her shoulders. She was also a friend of mine; in the Citadel, we had engaged in some discreet fun together from time to time — though to be honest, the fun usually turned out to be at my expense — and I was looking forward to enjoying a little of that to liven up what promised to be a pretty dull mission.
But Maki threw a damp blanket on those thoughts. “Oh, no,” she said. “There will be none of that. You need to stay focused.”
“But there’s no real danger, Maki,” I said. “It’s just a chaperone mission.”
“Yeah, I’m the chaperone,” she laughed. “They’re sending me along to make sure you behave. You know you’re record has been less than stellar, and this is your chance to show our bosses that you’re good for more than a long post in some backwater. So everything is going to be by the book, and that includes no ‘fun’ while we’re out there.”
“But Maki…”
“Sorry. It’s for your own good. Maybe I’ll make it up to you later.”
I pretty much ruled out the scientists. Valette — a slim red-head who was the leader of the mission — had a reputation of living only for her work, while her assistant Michelle was an up-and-comer in the Citadel’s cadre of scientists, eager to make her mark in that field, and so would pretty much take all her cues from Valette.
The journey was perfectly pleasant. Valette was friendly and chatty as always, quite forthcoming with bits of Citadel gossip and insider politics, though her cute assistant Michelle seemed a little shy and even more dedicated to her work than her superiors. They flyer was a deluxe model, very comfortable, well-stocked with amenities, and super fast. We made it to our destination in just a couple of days.
Once we got there, my duties were non-taxing. Maki stayed with the flyer while I went out with Valette and Michelle. They would set up a day camp, and I would stand look out, establishing a perimeter and patrolling it at various times during the day. When Valette and Michelle were finished I would help them pack up their equipment and specimens and head back to the flyer for the evening. There would be food, a little work, and little talk, and then off to bed. Alone.
As I said, we weren’t expecting any trouble. The coast of the country was largely uninhabited wilderness, and the only possible danger might come from Abydos, a city many, many miles away. And indeed, everything was as dull and uneventful as I suspected it was going to be… until our third day there.
Out on patrol, I crested a ridge and saw what I immediately recognized as a large band of slavers in the valley below me. There were perhaps a dozen of them, with another dozen or so captives in their chain gang. They spotted me the very moment I saw them, and with a cry several of them broke free of the main group and charged towards me.
They were some distance away, and they still had a steep slope to climb. It would buy me some time, but not much. I ran back towards the day camp, startling the two scientists as I crashed through the brush, shouting at them to pack up and run for the flyer. “I’ll distract them and meet you at the rendezvous point,” I told Valette as they gathered their gear.
I rushed back into the forest, and after hurriedly retracing my steps, spotted the slavers as they were making their way down the ridge towards my position. I made sure they saw me, and then ran north, leading them away from where the day camp had been. A quick glance behind me showed they had taken the bait and were in pursuit.
Protocol dictated that if we were separated, Valette and Michelle would get back to the flyer and leave immediately. I would meet them at a pre-arranged rendezvous point some time later.
But to make a long story short, I never made the rendezvous. My plan worked — I had succeeded in distracting the slavers and allowing Michelle and Valette to escape. In fact, the slavers never even knew they were there. But ultimately I was out maneuvered and captured, and joined the other captives on the march to Abydos. I knew that if I didn’t show up at the rendezvous, Maki would have no choice but to head back to Citadel Island with the scientists. The Citadel would launch a rescue and recovery mission for me, but it might take a while to return, and they would have no idea where I was…
Which is how what had begun as an unremarkable mission that threatened nothing more serious than boredom and mild frustration had wound up with me being tortured in the Abydos slave market for the amusement of a Sauka priestess.
After being satisfied that my feet were sufficiently ticklish, the priestess announced she would buy me. They quickly agreed on a price, and I was untied and taken off the block. My wrists were shackled in front of me, a length of chain running from my wrists. My new mistress held the other end.
I followed several feet behind as she lead me through the boisterous slave market. Near us, a big naked blonde in stocks cackled loudly as her soles were raked by the fingernails of a perspective buyer. A gorgeous olive-skinned woman with almond-shaped eyes cried out for mercy as she was lashed with a pleasure whip. A line of beauties, all strung up with their arms above their heads, bounced on tip toes, shrieking with laughter as their bare skin was poked and prodded. Buyers shouted out bids as the slavers exhorted them even higher. It wasn’t until we had reached a side street that I could even hear myself think.
“Where are you taking me, mistress?” I said.
“Silence, slave,” she said. “I have not given you permission to speak.”
Though my new mistress was completely concealed by her clothing, the way the fabric stretched across her backside as she walked hinted at a shapely rump underneath.
“I have not even decided what I am going to call you yet, slave,” she said. “Perhaps I will call you ‘Please Tickle Me Mistress,’ so whenever someone asks your name, your reply will sound like an invitation.”
I looked around. Though I wasn’t familiar with the city, the temple of Sauka was easy to spot, rising over the rest of the city like a mountain. But the priestess was leading me away from the temple.
“But that might be too much of a mouthful,” she went on. “I think something simpler, like ‘Giggles.’ Or ‘Ticklish’…”
She stopped and turned towards me. Right behind her was the arched entry way to what looked like a covered alley. “Or perhaps I shall call you…” And she spoke my name.
My mouth dropped and I stood there, shocked. “How did…” My mistress stepped into the archway behind her, vanishing into the shadows. She gave a strong yank on the chain and I pitched forward, crashing into her. She grabbed me and shoved me against the wall, lifting up the bottom of her mesh mask and pressing her lips against mine. The kiss was firm but quick. “Who are you?” I gasped.
“A friend.” She pulled the mask all the way up — dusky skin, dark brown eyes, the hint of cheekbones… it took me but half-a-moment for the features to coalesce into a face I recognized.
“Maki!”
She smiled, giving me another quick kiss before pulling her mask and hood off completely.
“Maki, thank God you…”
“Later,” she said. “We have to move quick. Make sure no one sees us…”
As I kept one eye on the archway, Maki went to a nearby cluster of large urns and pulled a cloth bag from one of them. She shook the contents on to the ground — clothes — then grabbed the bottom of her robe and pulled it over her head. Underneath she was naked except for a very small black bikini bottom.
As a physical specimen, Maki didn’t seem like a member of the Citadel’s elite ranger squad. This was true no matter what she was wearing, but especially so when she was naked or nearly naked, as she was now. Standing at a little over 5’4,” she was an inch or two shorter than the average ranger, and her physique tended toward plump. No one would consider her fat, really — and her fellow rangers were hardly stick figures — but Maki was more buxom than you might expect from someone often called upon to undertake potentially dangerous missions far beyond the safe haven of the Citadel and its island. She had wide hips and firm round thighs, an amply endowed (though still shapely) butt and a bit of a belly. Her waist was a little fleshy — depending on what she wore, her “love handles,” the area around her lower back, sometimes rolled just a bit over her waist band — and her breasts were enormous, so much so that even now, as she dressed with her back to me, they were visible from behind, bulging significantly past her sides. I heard her grunt as she struggled to get her bra in place, fitting it over her shoulders before clasping it together in the front. After a few more adjustments, she slipped on a gray top made of some clingy material, with short sleeves and a deep V-neck.
“We’re going to the flyer,” she said. “Just follow me. The punishment for impersonating a priestess of Sauka is severe, and if they find out we’re from the Citadel, we’re in a whole heap of trouble, so stay in character. Come on…”
I followed her down the secluded passageway out into the street. Maki had chosen her current outfit wisely, as she did most things. It was designed to attract the least attention. In fact, it wasn’t much different from what she typically wore in the Citadel. Unlike the other rangers in the elite squad, who strutted around the public spaces with bare midriffs, overflowing bikini tops, skintight pants or otherwise revealing outfits, Maki kept herself underwraps while she was on duty. She favored dark clothes, long pants and long sleeve t-shirts, even jackets that tended to minimize her figure and “hold in” her curves. She couldn’t hide them completely, of course, and off duty she let herself loosen up a bit, but the image she presented in public was of seriousness and business-like efficiency.
It wasn’t just her clothes, either. While the rangers tended to be brash and even aggressive, there was something reserved about Maki. Outgoing and friendly, quick to smile and laugh, Maki nonetheless always seemed a little on guard, even when she was being flirty. Her generous curves made her look soft, but she was quite formidable, especially in the field, much more athletic and nimble than you’d expect such a curvaceous woman to be. She was quite able to take care of herself, and noted for her ability to keep cool under pressure. Some women underestimated her because of her shape, and she used this to her advantage. On missions, she was often able to “pass” as just another servant or dancing girl — a particularly buxom and busty one, maybe, but not one that anyone would expect was on some sort of secret mission.
Now, as we traversed the busy street and entered a passage that lead to the hanger complex, she could have been any merchant or trader picking up wares for a client. I stood silently behind her as she settled the bill with the hanger’s landlady, and then followed her into the flyer. It was a smaller and less flashy model than the state-of-the-art aircraft we had taken out with Valette and Michelle. Doubtless it wasn’t as fast, but it looked like a sturdy ship, and the accommodations inside were more than adequate for the two of us.
“You can settle in and clean yourself up a bit while I get us out of here,” said Maki, untying me before heading towards the cockpit. “It won’t take too long…”
There were two cabins towards the back of the ship, a tiny one for passengers and a slightly larger one for the captain. I found a spare pair of shorts in a drawer of the passenger cabin, and used the small sink to wash up. I felt the floor shift beneath me slightly as the flyer took to the air, slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed. When I peered out the porthole, we were already over the water, cruising easily away from Abayos thanks to Maki’s excellent piloting skills.
It wasn’t just efficiency and resourcefulness that made Maki a highly valued member of the elite squad. She had another, hidden skill, one that made her especially suited for some of the most dangerous missions — the very rare ability to make herself come while under torture. Of course, all the elite rangers were known for their ability to take a lot of torture; during their training, they went through extensive torture resistance. Sometimes, the non-elite rangers were invited to participate as torturers, which was always fun. Recently I had played the torturer for a big redhead named Sabrina (though once her training was done, she came looking for me to dish out a little payback). But in addition to Maki’s ability to take a lot of torture, Maki was able to “turn around” what was being done to her, so she controlled her orgasm, not the other way around. She could make herself come and pass out before her tormentors made her submit.
It required a tremendous amount of discipline, and was extremely difficult. Maki tried to explain it to me once. “I’m ticklish as hell,” she said. “I’m highly susceptible to pleasure. But by concentrating, I can control the sensations inflicted on my body, direct them. It’s like I’m taking pleasure instead of having it forced on me, so I can make myself come before they make me come. Outside, I may be screaming and squirming, and that’s all real. But it’s like there’s this little part of me inside that remains untouched and in control, and I try to tap into that.”
She told me that Charley, the commander of the ranger’s elite squad, wanted to see if Maki could train some of the other women in her particular skill, so they recruited three of the toughest elites to take part in the sessions. There was Madison, a beautiful blonde with a deliciously sculpted body and an inviting, mischievous smile; Bebe, an intimidating 6’ tall amazon who wore her blondish hair in long, tight braids and sported monstrous breasts; and Armine, a slim, sultry black woman known for her speed and agility in the field. All three were known for their strength and ability to endure torture, all three had passed the elite squad’s rigorous training program with honors, so they readily accepted the assignment, eager to prove their mettle and add another skill to their arsenal.
Maki and the other trainers tried everything — hard, relentless tickling and slow, soft teasing; cruel domination and sweet seduction. Sometimes, the trainees had their entire bodies worked over; other times, individual parts — the feet, the belly — were given special attention. The trainers used fingers, feathers, and every torture instrument in between. The three women were bound in different ways, in various stages of dress. Maki tried teaching them meditation, slow breathing… every method known to improve their concentration and focus. Every session, Madison, Bebe, and Armine came in, determined to master the skill, demanding Maki do her worst…
But it was all to no avail. “All we ended up with every time were three hysterical, sweaty women, begging for an orgasm,” Maki laughed. “A lot of people in the Citadel would have loved to see those training sessions.”
She told me Bebe was the first to drop out; I expressed surprise at that. Maki laughed. “The bigger they come… the harder they come,” she said. “Actually, Bebe is as tough as she looks. She can take a lot of torture. But do you know what her weakness is? She likes nerdy girls. She gets crushes on all the scientists and lab assistants. It’s so funny seeing her try to talk to one of her crushes. She turns into a big softie. I’ve seen her take on four wild women at a time, and beat them all, but when she talks to one of the nerdy girls she likes, she gets all awkward and giggly. She blushes and stammers… Of course, they’re all terrified of her.”
“But you couldn’t teach any of them to do what you do,” I said.
She shook her head. “It’s pretty tricky,” she said. “It doesn’t work all the time, either. The right combination of stimuli, and… well, I’m as helpless as anyone.”
“And what is that combination?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she laughed. “But the truth is, I don’t know myself. I can be worn down, of course, but it’s not like some formula or recipe where if they do a little of this and a little of that I’ll lose all control. ‘Tickle Maki’s ass with a feather, lick her feet five times and blow seven raspberries on her belly and she’ll submit.’ It’s just… well, most of the time I’m able to control it.”
When she told me all this, we were alone, relaxing at her villa, and at that point she leaned towards me with a grin on her face. “Of course, there are the times Maki just gives herself to someone she really likes…”
Cleaned up and dressed in loose shorts and a thin t-shirt, I went forward to the main cabin. A large, padded bench ran the entire length of one side of the hull, wide enough to serve as an extra bed should it be needed, with similar padding used for the back and sides. Near the other wall were two large chairs with the same padding.
Night had almost fallen outside the portholes by the time Maki was able to join me in the cabin. “I wanted to make sure we were well on our way before I set the controls to automatic,” she said.
After we had something to eat, Maki settled herself on the other end of the large bench from me, curling her legs underneath her while sipping on a drink. I lounged on my side with my own drink. We chatted about the mission, and I asked her about the flight back with Valette and Michelle.
“For two women who narrowly escaped falling into the clutches of slavers, they were remarkably calm during the flight back,” she said. “They were mostly concerned about you. Valette and I sort of got into it; she insisted we go back, but I told them we couldn’t break protocol, and in an emergency, I was the leader of the expedition and made the decisions. It was only after I promised I would go right back for you after returning them to the Citadel that she gave up.”
“So I have Valette to thank for my rescue?”
“You knew we wouldn’t just leave you there.”
“I’m impressed you found me so quickly.”
“Well, I knew you were taken by slavers, and I knew you’d be in Abydos. The slave market seemed a good place to start. If you’d already been sold… well, I’d have to creep around the city, kidnapping unsuspecting women and interrogating them for information.”
“You certainly let that slaver tickle me enough,” I said.
“I had to stay in character,” she laughed.
“I’m sure that was it,” I said.
“It was! You can’t hold that against me. I’m know you’ve endured worse.” She sipped her drink before going on. “But I will admit, you did seem pretty… jumpy, I’ll say. Just the touch of that feather had you howling.”
“It was hardly a touch,” I said. “But… I was kind of wound up after my time in captivity.” I went on to tell her a little bit about it.
“Trust me, I understand,” she said. “Seeing all those hot slaves in the market… I don’t get distracted too easily, but I was not… unmoved.” She laughed.
“Well, thank you for rescuing me,” I said.
“Like I said, there was never a question that I wouldn’t come back for you.” Maki put her drink down and scooted down the bench towards me. She brought her knees up underneath her again so that she was kneeling on the bench, facing me, one arm draped along the side. “If it’s any consolation, your bravery in protecting Valette and Michelle with no regard for your own safety did not go unnoticed at the Citadel,” she said, smiling at me. “You’ll probably be well rewarded for your actions.”
“Well, that’s good to hear,” I said.
“And what about Maki, hmmm? What does Maki get? Does she get a reward?”
That was another thing about Maki — when she got “in the mood,” she talked about herself in the third person…
Smiling, she leaned towards me, her chest seeming to swell out of the neckline of her shirt. I rose up to meet her, my hands reaching for those massive mounds. Maki slipped her arms around my neck, planting her lips firmly on mine. She pressed her full, soft body against me, gently but insistently pushing me back onto the cushions until she lay on top of me, our mouths locked together, tongues entwined. My hands still moved over the sides of her breasts, sliding over the fabric of her shirt. After a while she unlocked her hands from around my neck and slipped them underneath my shirt. I gasped as her fingers traveled across my chest. Kissing me deeply, she began to tug on the bottom of the shirt, pulling it up. She broke the kiss and sat up, straddling my waist. “Let’s get this off,” she whispered, pulling my shirt up.
I raised my arms above my head, the better to help her get it off… and that’s when it happened. Momentarily blinded as the shirt went over my head, I felt Maki’s hands press down on my outstretched wrists. Distracted, unable to see, and pinned down, I didn’t even have time to react. In no time she had bound my wrists above my head. She finished pulling the shirt over my head and looked down at me, laughing and smiling.
"Maki! What. . .?" I saw my wrists were bound together by a tether hidden in the padding of the bench. My shirt was now bunched around my wrists.
"You don't get Maki," she said. "Maki gets you."
I pulled at my bindings in vain. With Maki straddling my waist, I was almost immobile. "But I thought we were going to have fun together. . ."
"Oh, we'll have fun." She leaned down, smothering my protests with a deep, deep kiss. It went on for a long time. She stroked my cheek and ran her fingers through my air, and under her soft lips and gentle touch I felt myself beginning to relax. By the time she slowly broke the kiss and pulled away, I had almost forgotten I was tied up. She looked down at me, a lazy smile across her face, and walked her fingers across my bare chest. “Don’t forget, Maki bought you,” she said. “She can do what she wants with you…”
“Come on, Maki. Don’t tease…”
“Tease?” She leaned back, gazing into my eyes, and with a sudden swift motion, lifted her shirt over her head and flung it off. I gasped at the sight of her. The waistband of her pants was worn high on her torso, covering her belly below her rib cage. Small, pinchable rolls of flesh swelled over her waist band, and her over-taxed bra pressed into the smooth, brown skin of her back, sides and shoulders. Her enormous chest strained against the fabric of her bra, bubbling out and the top and sides. I groaned.
"You like me without my shirt?" She grinned. "You like my bra? How about with nothing on?" Without waiting for my reply she undid the clasp. Her tremendous breasts burst forth, quivering with the force with which they had been released. They trembled perhaps less than a foot from my face. Instinctively I lifted my face towards them, my tongue already extended, but to no avail — they were tantalizingly out of reach.
Maki laughed at my efforts. "Do you like them?" she teased. "Do you like Maki's breasts?"
I groaned and lifted my head again, straining towards her, only to fall back unsatisfied moments later. Maki's rich laughter set up an earthquake across the vast expanse of her bosom. Her dark nipples, already firm from my carresses mere minutes before, were very prominent, and were the perfect target for my questing tongue. Despite myself, I lunged for them again, knowing they would remain maddeningly out of reach.
"Please, Maki," I panted. "Untie me."
"Why?" she said. "Do you want them? Hmm? Do you want them?" Her lips curled up in a grin, her eyes staring down at me, she placed both hands on the back of her head, accentuating her chest in a way that made my head swirl. Then, she began to shimmy back and forth, just slightly. Though her movements were not extensive, they set up a chain reaction that soon had her gargantuan bosoms quaking in front of me and making me cry out in desire. They jiggled back-and-forth, taunting me with their full roundness and delicious amplitude. Maki laughed at my thrashings, the desperate wordless cries that came unbidden to my lips as I strained at the mammoth bounty dancing before me.
"Do you want them?" she taunted again, her voice low and husky. "How bad do you want Maki's breasts?"
"Please," I groaned. "Please, Maki. . ."
"Tell me how bad you want them."
"Oh, Maki, I want them! I want them so bad. . ."
She laughed. "Do you like them?"
"Ohhhh. . ."
"What? Is that a yes? Hmmm?"
"Yes!" I moaned. "Oh, yes!"
"Yes? Yes, what?" She continued to shake back-and-forth in front of me, teasing me with all that succulent, shivering flesh.
"I like them. . ."
"You like them?"
"Yes! Ohh, yes!"
"Beg for them."
I whimpered in an agony of frustration and desire, straining my head towards those jiggling treasures. I grunted and heaved and pulled at my bonds. Maki continued to shimmy gently back and forth, grinning at my helpless struggles. I cried out, a wordless yell of lust and desperate want.
"Beg for them," Maki said again.
"Please, Maki. . ."
"Please, what?"
For a few moments I fought to regain my senses. She had already tricked me and had me at her mercy, taunting me with her great bosom and generous figure, arousing me to a mad froth of desire and lust. I refused to give her the satisfaction of begging. Doubtless she would wring cries for mercy out of me soon enough, and even in my wound up state I knew that begging for her breasts would probably get me nothing. I tried to control myself. I clamped my eyes shut and willed my body to relax, to calm my heaving breath and pounding heart, to cool my hot blood and burning senses. I struggled to ignore the feel of Maki's warm, soft body on top of me, her cushiony thighs straddling me, the smell of her so close. . .
But ultimately my efforts were no use. The image of all that dusky skin, those beauties dancing and bobbling mere inches from my nose, swam up in my mind's eye. A hot flood of desire overcame my last remnants of reason and self-control.
"Oh, Maki," I moaned, gazing up at all her beauty. "I. . . I want them! Please!"
"Is that the best you can do?" she chuckled.
"PLEASE! I want them! I want your BIG, HUGE, BEAUTIFUL BREASTS!"
"Tell Maki more," she cooed.
I was babbling now, desperate with desire. I went on about how huge they were, how enormous, how beautiful. I raved about how I would do such things to those delectable mounds that she would believe she was in the garden of paradise. In a mad torrent of words I described what I would do to her smooth, soft skin and sweet, dark nipples. I gushed that I would do anything, anything if she would let me have them.
Through it all, Maki gazed down at me, her eyes shining with delight, throwing her head back and laughing whenever a particular phrase caught her fancy.
"Do you promise you'll be gentle?" she said.
"Yes!" I cried. "Yes, I swear! I swear. . ."
With that she leaned forward all the way, placing her hands on the cushions above me, and bringing her breasts right up against my face. I hungrily took a huge mouthful, inhaling as much of that sweet, warm flesh as I could, and immediately began sucking and licking away for all I was worth. Maki screamed as my gobbling lips and lashing tongue worked away at her left nipple. She twitched and squirmed on top of me, her long hair brushing my underarms.
"Gentle!" she cried, giggles bubbling out of her. "GENTLE!"
I ignored her, greedily devouring those big, soft tits, my tongue lapping furiously at her tasty nipple. Her wriggling grew more frantic and jerky, her laughter and cries louder and less controlled. Finally, with a fetching squeal and bounce, she pulled herself away. I was left straining forward, my tongue madly lashing air.
"Whoo!" Maki exclaimed. "Oh, my. . ."
If she had been desirable before, she was now absolutely irresistible. Though her skin was dark you could see a definite flush, and her breath came quick, her huge chest heaving and shaking. "You said you were going to be gentle," she said between breaths.
I continued to struggle and pull at my bonds.
"You said you were going to be gentle," she repeated. "Looks like Maki will have to give you a little reminder of who is in charge here." She flexed her fingers, a mischevious gleam in her eyes.
"Maki, what. . . AAHHHH!"
Her hands flew to my sides, fingers tickling away, scrabbling at my waist. She smiled as I burst into laughter. "You promised you'd be gentle," she teased.
"Haaahaahaa! Ahhh, Maki, please. . .Aaahaha."
I bucked as she ran her fingers up and down my sides. She swirled them around, making little circles in my armpits, bending down just slightly to let her long hair sweep along my helpless body. Finally, she paused, her cruel fingers hovering so close to my armpits that I could feel them. I gasped and shuddered underneath her as she grinned down at me. "Do you promise you'll be good?" she whispered. "Do you promise?"
I nodded. "Yes," I said. "Yes, I promise. . ."
"But that's what you said last time. How can Maki be sure you're telling her the truth?"
"I swear! Maki, I promise, I'll be gentle. Whatever you want."
She traced a finger down my chest, letting it rest on my stomach. "Anything Maki wants?"
"Yes! Yes, please," I said, raising my head to look at her. "Maki, I swear."
She lifted her eyes and stared right at me. "Maki doesn't think you're ready yet."
"Maki! NNNOOOOO. . .!"
I collapsed into helpless gibbering, laughter, squirming as she repeated her ticklish tour of my torso. She scrabbled her fingers along my stomach, running them up and down my ribs, then under my arms and over my shoulders, tickling my neck. I was laughing too hard to beg for mercy or do anything but squirm underneath her. She began to kiss and lick and tickle me with her mouth, running her tongue around my ears, whispering. "Do you promise? Do you promise?"
Her hot breath and slippery tongue in my ear, it was all I could do to cry yes to every whisper. But it did no good. While her fingers continued to stroke and slide over the sensitive flesh of my armpits and rib cage, her lips and tongue licked and kissed my ear, teasing me with questions I was soon too helpless with laughter to answer. Then, her relentless fingers seemed to ease up, her warm lips to just brush my sensitive ear.
"Do you want Maki to stop?" Maki whispered.
"Ohh, yes. . ." I was still gigging and moaning, shivering uncontrollably as each hot syllable floated into my ear.
"Do you?"
"Ooo, yes, yes, stop. . ."
She purred in my ear, setting my nerves tingling and my head spinning. A yelp burst from my lips. "Please, please Maki! Stop, please! Don't. . ."
"Don't what?"
I cried out. "Don't tickle me anymore! Please! Please don't tickle me anymore! I'll do anything!"
"Are you telling the truth?"
"Yes! Yes!"
Her lips and nose gently nuzzled my ear. "Do you know what Maki will do to you if you aren't nice?" she whispered. "Hmmm?"
"Yes! Please. . ."
"Tell me what Maki will do."
". . . t-t-tickle. . ."
"Hmmm?"
I could barely think. "She'll. . . you'll. . . tickle me. . ."
"Tell me more. . ."
"You'll tickle me," I gasped. "You'll tickle me all night long! You'll tickle torture me with your fingers and lips until I'm nothing but your tickle slave! You'll tickle torture me and tease me with your big tits. . ."
Maki howled with laughter and collapsed on top of me, burying her face in my neck, her body shaking as she laughed. I squirmed underneath her. "Please, Maki. . ."
After a moment she lifted herself up. "Be gentle," she warned again as she gripped the seat above my head and let her massive breasts hang above my face. "Be gentle." She lowered her chest slowly. I was practically shaking with lust as her nipples brushed against my cheek. The bulk of her huge bosom settled onto my face and spread all over so that my head seemed surrounded by flesh. I groaned at the effort to restrain myself. This was obviously a test and though I felt a hair's breadth from going crazy out of pure frustration, I knew I was passing when Maki whispered, "Good, good. Now, be very, very gentle. . ." She shifted her position above me slightly and brought her left nipple up to my mouth, brushing it against my lips. I didn't move. "Kiss," said Maki. "Kiss. . ."
I began planting small, almost dry kisses on her erect nipple. Immediately tiny goosebumps spread all over her skin. "Oooo," she cooed. "Ooo, yes, yes. . ."
I continued kissing her nipple and around her dark areola as she gave little gasps and coos of enjoyment. "Now nibble," she breathed. "Gently, with your lips. Gently."
The effort not to try to suck the whole thing in my mouth was almost unbearable, but fearful of the consequences I started to nibble as she instructed, applying the faintest pressure with my lips. "Ohhh, yeah," she gasped. "Oh, yeah. Mmmmm. . ." She rolled her shoulders, making her breasts move. "Oh, yes. Oh, my goodness. Nibble Maki's nipples. Oooo. . ."
A light giggle escaped her mouth, letting me know I was tickling her, even if just a little. I increased my nibbling, trying to tickle her without seeming like I was trying to tickle her, but she only seemed to like it the more. "Oh, oh, yes. Ohhh. . ." This went on for a while, and I was on the verge of starting to whimper with frustration by the time Maki gasped, "Lick, lick, gently. . ."
My tongue slowly slid across her nipple and she moaned with delight. Her thighs gripped me tighter as I continued to lick her nipple with long, even strokes. "Oh, yeah. Oh, just like that. . ." Her voice was deep and husky.
Maki kept me bound long into the night, instructing me on what to do with my mouth while she straddled me. Teased mercilessly and under constant threat of tickling, I did exactly what she wanted. She stripped me and used me for her pleasure several times, and by the time she brought me to ecstasy we were both spent. The last thing I remember before passing out was Maki curled around me on the wide bench, our bodies still trembling.
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Continue on to Part 2 of "Soft Bodies"
But for thems that can’t be bothered, or have already read the stories…
My stories take place in a fantasy world populated by beautiful, ticklish, and usually scantily clad women. In this fantasy world, pretty much everything revolves around tickling and sensuality. Sometimes, like in the story below, there’s a male narrator. How did he get there? I don’t know. It’s a fantasy. Once upon a time I think I made up a typically goofy sci-fi explanation, like he was “trapped” in a virtual reality machine, or in another dimension, or something. So, if you need a reason, you can have that one.
There are two sets of stories. “Night of the Blondes” and “Mischievous Missy…” take place in a rural setting, the remote parish of a kingdom. The second set revolves around “Citadel Island,” which is a bit more civilized and a bit more technologically advanced. They have laws, professions, flying machines, etc. In the “Citadel” stories, the male narrator is part of the security forces, often as a guard or escort for the Citadel’s scientists on dangerous missions. He’s not particularly good at what he does, and often gets in trouble…
The Citadel stories have a stable of characters that I use — sometimes the male narrator is part of them, sometimes not. There’s really not that much of a difference between the two sets of stories; the Citadel stories allow me to play with different settings, different “dynamics,” etc.
As I’ve said, I’m not sure I need to go on like this, but I get self-conscious about it, and sometimes wonder if my stories are a little too idiosyncratic. Many writers I admire here, like Jaynin, ticklemantis, kunzite, cosmo AC, sablesword, and many, many others I could list, set their stories in pretty detailed worlds, and readers seem to like them, but maybe I’m not doing it right.
But I’m not fishing for compliments here. If you like it, let me know. For now, though, here’s “Soft Bodies.”
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Soft Bodies - Part 1
“And how ticklish is he?”
“Very,” said the slave mistress. “Would you like a demonstration?”
“Please.”
I tried to pull away as the slaver turned towards me, a long plume in her hand, but the bindings that strapped me to the cross didn’t give a fraction of an inch. I snorted back laughter as the feather gently caressed my belly and chest.
“Come, slave,” the slaver cooed, playing the feather in my underarms. “Show your future mistress how ticklish you are.”
“St-stop!” I sputtered. “No-hoo-hoo…”
“That’s it…”
“Yaa-haa-haa-haa! Stop-p-p! Eee-hee-hee-hee…”
“You’re very ticklish, aren’t you, slave? Aren’t you?”
I giggled and squirmed as the feather brushed up and down my side, lingering in my underarm before making its way down again.
“I’m sure your future mistress would like to hear how ticklish you are from your own lips,” the slaver said. “Tell the esteemed priestess how ticklish you are, slave.”
“Noo-hoo-hoo… Aaahahahah!”
“Tell her…”
“I-I‘m t-t-ticklishhh… I’m ticklish!… ahh-ha-haa…”
“How ticklish?”
“V-v-veryy! Very ticklish! Oh-ho-ho-ho! I’m so ticklish! Pleeeze stoppp…!!!!”
“And this is just with the feather, good priestess,” the slaver said. “Imagine how responsive he’d be to fingers.”
“Yes… thank you for your demonstration, good mistress. Very enlightening.” This seemed to be the signal for the slave mistress to stop, and to my relief she did so, leaving me gasping on the cross bar. The customer was dressed head-to-toe in a sand-colored robe. A hood was thrown over her head, and a mask of gold, sparkling, mesh-like material covered her face. Her garb marked her as a priestess of Sauka, the goddess they worshipped in Abydos.
For several moments she said nothing, just stood there, motionless. She seemed to be looking at me as I knelt on the small platform, my arms strapped to a cross bar and my feet shackled to the boards behind me, but with her mask on and her entire body covered, it was impossible to tell where she was looking, or what she was thinking.
“Perhaps the esteemed priestess is ready to discuss price?” the slaver said.
“Yes… but one small thing, good mistress, if I can beg more of your precious time. What about his feet? Are they as ticklish as the rest of him?”
“Would you like another demonstration?”
“I’d be very grateful.”
“No! Please!” I cried out as the slaver walked behind me to where my upturned soles lay exposed and helpless. “My feet are ticklish! I promise! There’s no need to…Yaa-haa-haa-haa…!”
This certainly wasn’t the way the mission was supposed to go. In fact, when I had been assigned to bodyguard two of the Citadel’s leading scientists on a brief mineral and plant survey, I had grumbled about how boring it sounded.
Things seemed a lot better when I found out that Maki was going to be the pilot on this mission. A member of the Citadel’s elite squad of rangers, Maki was a buxom, dusky-skinned beauty with straight, dark brown hair that fell past her shoulders. She was also a friend of mine; in the Citadel, we had engaged in some discreet fun together from time to time — though to be honest, the fun usually turned out to be at my expense — and I was looking forward to enjoying a little of that to liven up what promised to be a pretty dull mission.
But Maki threw a damp blanket on those thoughts. “Oh, no,” she said. “There will be none of that. You need to stay focused.”
“But there’s no real danger, Maki,” I said. “It’s just a chaperone mission.”
“Yeah, I’m the chaperone,” she laughed. “They’re sending me along to make sure you behave. You know you’re record has been less than stellar, and this is your chance to show our bosses that you’re good for more than a long post in some backwater. So everything is going to be by the book, and that includes no ‘fun’ while we’re out there.”
“But Maki…”
“Sorry. It’s for your own good. Maybe I’ll make it up to you later.”
I pretty much ruled out the scientists. Valette — a slim red-head who was the leader of the mission — had a reputation of living only for her work, while her assistant Michelle was an up-and-comer in the Citadel’s cadre of scientists, eager to make her mark in that field, and so would pretty much take all her cues from Valette.
The journey was perfectly pleasant. Valette was friendly and chatty as always, quite forthcoming with bits of Citadel gossip and insider politics, though her cute assistant Michelle seemed a little shy and even more dedicated to her work than her superiors. They flyer was a deluxe model, very comfortable, well-stocked with amenities, and super fast. We made it to our destination in just a couple of days.
Once we got there, my duties were non-taxing. Maki stayed with the flyer while I went out with Valette and Michelle. They would set up a day camp, and I would stand look out, establishing a perimeter and patrolling it at various times during the day. When Valette and Michelle were finished I would help them pack up their equipment and specimens and head back to the flyer for the evening. There would be food, a little work, and little talk, and then off to bed. Alone.
As I said, we weren’t expecting any trouble. The coast of the country was largely uninhabited wilderness, and the only possible danger might come from Abydos, a city many, many miles away. And indeed, everything was as dull and uneventful as I suspected it was going to be… until our third day there.
Out on patrol, I crested a ridge and saw what I immediately recognized as a large band of slavers in the valley below me. There were perhaps a dozen of them, with another dozen or so captives in their chain gang. They spotted me the very moment I saw them, and with a cry several of them broke free of the main group and charged towards me.
They were some distance away, and they still had a steep slope to climb. It would buy me some time, but not much. I ran back towards the day camp, startling the two scientists as I crashed through the brush, shouting at them to pack up and run for the flyer. “I’ll distract them and meet you at the rendezvous point,” I told Valette as they gathered their gear.
I rushed back into the forest, and after hurriedly retracing my steps, spotted the slavers as they were making their way down the ridge towards my position. I made sure they saw me, and then ran north, leading them away from where the day camp had been. A quick glance behind me showed they had taken the bait and were in pursuit.
Protocol dictated that if we were separated, Valette and Michelle would get back to the flyer and leave immediately. I would meet them at a pre-arranged rendezvous point some time later.
But to make a long story short, I never made the rendezvous. My plan worked — I had succeeded in distracting the slavers and allowing Michelle and Valette to escape. In fact, the slavers never even knew they were there. But ultimately I was out maneuvered and captured, and joined the other captives on the march to Abydos. I knew that if I didn’t show up at the rendezvous, Maki would have no choice but to head back to Citadel Island with the scientists. The Citadel would launch a rescue and recovery mission for me, but it might take a while to return, and they would have no idea where I was…
Which is how what had begun as an unremarkable mission that threatened nothing more serious than boredom and mild frustration had wound up with me being tortured in the Abydos slave market for the amusement of a Sauka priestess.
After being satisfied that my feet were sufficiently ticklish, the priestess announced she would buy me. They quickly agreed on a price, and I was untied and taken off the block. My wrists were shackled in front of me, a length of chain running from my wrists. My new mistress held the other end.
I followed several feet behind as she lead me through the boisterous slave market. Near us, a big naked blonde in stocks cackled loudly as her soles were raked by the fingernails of a perspective buyer. A gorgeous olive-skinned woman with almond-shaped eyes cried out for mercy as she was lashed with a pleasure whip. A line of beauties, all strung up with their arms above their heads, bounced on tip toes, shrieking with laughter as their bare skin was poked and prodded. Buyers shouted out bids as the slavers exhorted them even higher. It wasn’t until we had reached a side street that I could even hear myself think.
“Where are you taking me, mistress?” I said.
“Silence, slave,” she said. “I have not given you permission to speak.”
Though my new mistress was completely concealed by her clothing, the way the fabric stretched across her backside as she walked hinted at a shapely rump underneath.
“I have not even decided what I am going to call you yet, slave,” she said. “Perhaps I will call you ‘Please Tickle Me Mistress,’ so whenever someone asks your name, your reply will sound like an invitation.”
I looked around. Though I wasn’t familiar with the city, the temple of Sauka was easy to spot, rising over the rest of the city like a mountain. But the priestess was leading me away from the temple.
“But that might be too much of a mouthful,” she went on. “I think something simpler, like ‘Giggles.’ Or ‘Ticklish’…”
She stopped and turned towards me. Right behind her was the arched entry way to what looked like a covered alley. “Or perhaps I shall call you…” And she spoke my name.
My mouth dropped and I stood there, shocked. “How did…” My mistress stepped into the archway behind her, vanishing into the shadows. She gave a strong yank on the chain and I pitched forward, crashing into her. She grabbed me and shoved me against the wall, lifting up the bottom of her mesh mask and pressing her lips against mine. The kiss was firm but quick. “Who are you?” I gasped.
“A friend.” She pulled the mask all the way up — dusky skin, dark brown eyes, the hint of cheekbones… it took me but half-a-moment for the features to coalesce into a face I recognized.
“Maki!”
She smiled, giving me another quick kiss before pulling her mask and hood off completely.
“Maki, thank God you…”
“Later,” she said. “We have to move quick. Make sure no one sees us…”
As I kept one eye on the archway, Maki went to a nearby cluster of large urns and pulled a cloth bag from one of them. She shook the contents on to the ground — clothes — then grabbed the bottom of her robe and pulled it over her head. Underneath she was naked except for a very small black bikini bottom.
As a physical specimen, Maki didn’t seem like a member of the Citadel’s elite ranger squad. This was true no matter what she was wearing, but especially so when she was naked or nearly naked, as she was now. Standing at a little over 5’4,” she was an inch or two shorter than the average ranger, and her physique tended toward plump. No one would consider her fat, really — and her fellow rangers were hardly stick figures — but Maki was more buxom than you might expect from someone often called upon to undertake potentially dangerous missions far beyond the safe haven of the Citadel and its island. She had wide hips and firm round thighs, an amply endowed (though still shapely) butt and a bit of a belly. Her waist was a little fleshy — depending on what she wore, her “love handles,” the area around her lower back, sometimes rolled just a bit over her waist band — and her breasts were enormous, so much so that even now, as she dressed with her back to me, they were visible from behind, bulging significantly past her sides. I heard her grunt as she struggled to get her bra in place, fitting it over her shoulders before clasping it together in the front. After a few more adjustments, she slipped on a gray top made of some clingy material, with short sleeves and a deep V-neck.
“We’re going to the flyer,” she said. “Just follow me. The punishment for impersonating a priestess of Sauka is severe, and if they find out we’re from the Citadel, we’re in a whole heap of trouble, so stay in character. Come on…”
I followed her down the secluded passageway out into the street. Maki had chosen her current outfit wisely, as she did most things. It was designed to attract the least attention. In fact, it wasn’t much different from what she typically wore in the Citadel. Unlike the other rangers in the elite squad, who strutted around the public spaces with bare midriffs, overflowing bikini tops, skintight pants or otherwise revealing outfits, Maki kept herself underwraps while she was on duty. She favored dark clothes, long pants and long sleeve t-shirts, even jackets that tended to minimize her figure and “hold in” her curves. She couldn’t hide them completely, of course, and off duty she let herself loosen up a bit, but the image she presented in public was of seriousness and business-like efficiency.
It wasn’t just her clothes, either. While the rangers tended to be brash and even aggressive, there was something reserved about Maki. Outgoing and friendly, quick to smile and laugh, Maki nonetheless always seemed a little on guard, even when she was being flirty. Her generous curves made her look soft, but she was quite formidable, especially in the field, much more athletic and nimble than you’d expect such a curvaceous woman to be. She was quite able to take care of herself, and noted for her ability to keep cool under pressure. Some women underestimated her because of her shape, and she used this to her advantage. On missions, she was often able to “pass” as just another servant or dancing girl — a particularly buxom and busty one, maybe, but not one that anyone would expect was on some sort of secret mission.
Now, as we traversed the busy street and entered a passage that lead to the hanger complex, she could have been any merchant or trader picking up wares for a client. I stood silently behind her as she settled the bill with the hanger’s landlady, and then followed her into the flyer. It was a smaller and less flashy model than the state-of-the-art aircraft we had taken out with Valette and Michelle. Doubtless it wasn’t as fast, but it looked like a sturdy ship, and the accommodations inside were more than adequate for the two of us.
“You can settle in and clean yourself up a bit while I get us out of here,” said Maki, untying me before heading towards the cockpit. “It won’t take too long…”
There were two cabins towards the back of the ship, a tiny one for passengers and a slightly larger one for the captain. I found a spare pair of shorts in a drawer of the passenger cabin, and used the small sink to wash up. I felt the floor shift beneath me slightly as the flyer took to the air, slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed. When I peered out the porthole, we were already over the water, cruising easily away from Abayos thanks to Maki’s excellent piloting skills.
It wasn’t just efficiency and resourcefulness that made Maki a highly valued member of the elite squad. She had another, hidden skill, one that made her especially suited for some of the most dangerous missions — the very rare ability to make herself come while under torture. Of course, all the elite rangers were known for their ability to take a lot of torture; during their training, they went through extensive torture resistance. Sometimes, the non-elite rangers were invited to participate as torturers, which was always fun. Recently I had played the torturer for a big redhead named Sabrina (though once her training was done, she came looking for me to dish out a little payback). But in addition to Maki’s ability to take a lot of torture, Maki was able to “turn around” what was being done to her, so she controlled her orgasm, not the other way around. She could make herself come and pass out before her tormentors made her submit.
It required a tremendous amount of discipline, and was extremely difficult. Maki tried to explain it to me once. “I’m ticklish as hell,” she said. “I’m highly susceptible to pleasure. But by concentrating, I can control the sensations inflicted on my body, direct them. It’s like I’m taking pleasure instead of having it forced on me, so I can make myself come before they make me come. Outside, I may be screaming and squirming, and that’s all real. But it’s like there’s this little part of me inside that remains untouched and in control, and I try to tap into that.”
She told me that Charley, the commander of the ranger’s elite squad, wanted to see if Maki could train some of the other women in her particular skill, so they recruited three of the toughest elites to take part in the sessions. There was Madison, a beautiful blonde with a deliciously sculpted body and an inviting, mischievous smile; Bebe, an intimidating 6’ tall amazon who wore her blondish hair in long, tight braids and sported monstrous breasts; and Armine, a slim, sultry black woman known for her speed and agility in the field. All three were known for their strength and ability to endure torture, all three had passed the elite squad’s rigorous training program with honors, so they readily accepted the assignment, eager to prove their mettle and add another skill to their arsenal.
Maki and the other trainers tried everything — hard, relentless tickling and slow, soft teasing; cruel domination and sweet seduction. Sometimes, the trainees had their entire bodies worked over; other times, individual parts — the feet, the belly — were given special attention. The trainers used fingers, feathers, and every torture instrument in between. The three women were bound in different ways, in various stages of dress. Maki tried teaching them meditation, slow breathing… every method known to improve their concentration and focus. Every session, Madison, Bebe, and Armine came in, determined to master the skill, demanding Maki do her worst…
But it was all to no avail. “All we ended up with every time were three hysterical, sweaty women, begging for an orgasm,” Maki laughed. “A lot of people in the Citadel would have loved to see those training sessions.”
She told me Bebe was the first to drop out; I expressed surprise at that. Maki laughed. “The bigger they come… the harder they come,” she said. “Actually, Bebe is as tough as she looks. She can take a lot of torture. But do you know what her weakness is? She likes nerdy girls. She gets crushes on all the scientists and lab assistants. It’s so funny seeing her try to talk to one of her crushes. She turns into a big softie. I’ve seen her take on four wild women at a time, and beat them all, but when she talks to one of the nerdy girls she likes, she gets all awkward and giggly. She blushes and stammers… Of course, they’re all terrified of her.”
“But you couldn’t teach any of them to do what you do,” I said.
She shook her head. “It’s pretty tricky,” she said. “It doesn’t work all the time, either. The right combination of stimuli, and… well, I’m as helpless as anyone.”
“And what is that combination?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she laughed. “But the truth is, I don’t know myself. I can be worn down, of course, but it’s not like some formula or recipe where if they do a little of this and a little of that I’ll lose all control. ‘Tickle Maki’s ass with a feather, lick her feet five times and blow seven raspberries on her belly and she’ll submit.’ It’s just… well, most of the time I’m able to control it.”
When she told me all this, we were alone, relaxing at her villa, and at that point she leaned towards me with a grin on her face. “Of course, there are the times Maki just gives herself to someone she really likes…”
Cleaned up and dressed in loose shorts and a thin t-shirt, I went forward to the main cabin. A large, padded bench ran the entire length of one side of the hull, wide enough to serve as an extra bed should it be needed, with similar padding used for the back and sides. Near the other wall were two large chairs with the same padding.
Night had almost fallen outside the portholes by the time Maki was able to join me in the cabin. “I wanted to make sure we were well on our way before I set the controls to automatic,” she said.
After we had something to eat, Maki settled herself on the other end of the large bench from me, curling her legs underneath her while sipping on a drink. I lounged on my side with my own drink. We chatted about the mission, and I asked her about the flight back with Valette and Michelle.
“For two women who narrowly escaped falling into the clutches of slavers, they were remarkably calm during the flight back,” she said. “They were mostly concerned about you. Valette and I sort of got into it; she insisted we go back, but I told them we couldn’t break protocol, and in an emergency, I was the leader of the expedition and made the decisions. It was only after I promised I would go right back for you after returning them to the Citadel that she gave up.”
“So I have Valette to thank for my rescue?”
“You knew we wouldn’t just leave you there.”
“I’m impressed you found me so quickly.”
“Well, I knew you were taken by slavers, and I knew you’d be in Abydos. The slave market seemed a good place to start. If you’d already been sold… well, I’d have to creep around the city, kidnapping unsuspecting women and interrogating them for information.”
“You certainly let that slaver tickle me enough,” I said.
“I had to stay in character,” she laughed.
“I’m sure that was it,” I said.
“It was! You can’t hold that against me. I’m know you’ve endured worse.” She sipped her drink before going on. “But I will admit, you did seem pretty… jumpy, I’ll say. Just the touch of that feather had you howling.”
“It was hardly a touch,” I said. “But… I was kind of wound up after my time in captivity.” I went on to tell her a little bit about it.
“Trust me, I understand,” she said. “Seeing all those hot slaves in the market… I don’t get distracted too easily, but I was not… unmoved.” She laughed.
“Well, thank you for rescuing me,” I said.
“Like I said, there was never a question that I wouldn’t come back for you.” Maki put her drink down and scooted down the bench towards me. She brought her knees up underneath her again so that she was kneeling on the bench, facing me, one arm draped along the side. “If it’s any consolation, your bravery in protecting Valette and Michelle with no regard for your own safety did not go unnoticed at the Citadel,” she said, smiling at me. “You’ll probably be well rewarded for your actions.”
“Well, that’s good to hear,” I said.
“And what about Maki, hmmm? What does Maki get? Does she get a reward?”
That was another thing about Maki — when she got “in the mood,” she talked about herself in the third person…
Smiling, she leaned towards me, her chest seeming to swell out of the neckline of her shirt. I rose up to meet her, my hands reaching for those massive mounds. Maki slipped her arms around my neck, planting her lips firmly on mine. She pressed her full, soft body against me, gently but insistently pushing me back onto the cushions until she lay on top of me, our mouths locked together, tongues entwined. My hands still moved over the sides of her breasts, sliding over the fabric of her shirt. After a while she unlocked her hands from around my neck and slipped them underneath my shirt. I gasped as her fingers traveled across my chest. Kissing me deeply, she began to tug on the bottom of the shirt, pulling it up. She broke the kiss and sat up, straddling my waist. “Let’s get this off,” she whispered, pulling my shirt up.
I raised my arms above my head, the better to help her get it off… and that’s when it happened. Momentarily blinded as the shirt went over my head, I felt Maki’s hands press down on my outstretched wrists. Distracted, unable to see, and pinned down, I didn’t even have time to react. In no time she had bound my wrists above my head. She finished pulling the shirt over my head and looked down at me, laughing and smiling.
"Maki! What. . .?" I saw my wrists were bound together by a tether hidden in the padding of the bench. My shirt was now bunched around my wrists.
"You don't get Maki," she said. "Maki gets you."
I pulled at my bindings in vain. With Maki straddling my waist, I was almost immobile. "But I thought we were going to have fun together. . ."
"Oh, we'll have fun." She leaned down, smothering my protests with a deep, deep kiss. It went on for a long time. She stroked my cheek and ran her fingers through my air, and under her soft lips and gentle touch I felt myself beginning to relax. By the time she slowly broke the kiss and pulled away, I had almost forgotten I was tied up. She looked down at me, a lazy smile across her face, and walked her fingers across my bare chest. “Don’t forget, Maki bought you,” she said. “She can do what she wants with you…”
“Come on, Maki. Don’t tease…”
“Tease?” She leaned back, gazing into my eyes, and with a sudden swift motion, lifted her shirt over her head and flung it off. I gasped at the sight of her. The waistband of her pants was worn high on her torso, covering her belly below her rib cage. Small, pinchable rolls of flesh swelled over her waist band, and her over-taxed bra pressed into the smooth, brown skin of her back, sides and shoulders. Her enormous chest strained against the fabric of her bra, bubbling out and the top and sides. I groaned.
"You like me without my shirt?" She grinned. "You like my bra? How about with nothing on?" Without waiting for my reply she undid the clasp. Her tremendous breasts burst forth, quivering with the force with which they had been released. They trembled perhaps less than a foot from my face. Instinctively I lifted my face towards them, my tongue already extended, but to no avail — they were tantalizingly out of reach.
Maki laughed at my efforts. "Do you like them?" she teased. "Do you like Maki's breasts?"
I groaned and lifted my head again, straining towards her, only to fall back unsatisfied moments later. Maki's rich laughter set up an earthquake across the vast expanse of her bosom. Her dark nipples, already firm from my carresses mere minutes before, were very prominent, and were the perfect target for my questing tongue. Despite myself, I lunged for them again, knowing they would remain maddeningly out of reach.
"Please, Maki," I panted. "Untie me."
"Why?" she said. "Do you want them? Hmm? Do you want them?" Her lips curled up in a grin, her eyes staring down at me, she placed both hands on the back of her head, accentuating her chest in a way that made my head swirl. Then, she began to shimmy back and forth, just slightly. Though her movements were not extensive, they set up a chain reaction that soon had her gargantuan bosoms quaking in front of me and making me cry out in desire. They jiggled back-and-forth, taunting me with their full roundness and delicious amplitude. Maki laughed at my thrashings, the desperate wordless cries that came unbidden to my lips as I strained at the mammoth bounty dancing before me.
"Do you want them?" she taunted again, her voice low and husky. "How bad do you want Maki's breasts?"
"Please," I groaned. "Please, Maki. . ."
"Tell me how bad you want them."
"Oh, Maki, I want them! I want them so bad. . ."
She laughed. "Do you like them?"
"Ohhhh. . ."
"What? Is that a yes? Hmmm?"
"Yes!" I moaned. "Oh, yes!"
"Yes? Yes, what?" She continued to shake back-and-forth in front of me, teasing me with all that succulent, shivering flesh.
"I like them. . ."
"You like them?"
"Yes! Ohh, yes!"
"Beg for them."
I whimpered in an agony of frustration and desire, straining my head towards those jiggling treasures. I grunted and heaved and pulled at my bonds. Maki continued to shimmy gently back and forth, grinning at my helpless struggles. I cried out, a wordless yell of lust and desperate want.
"Beg for them," Maki said again.
"Please, Maki. . ."
"Please, what?"
For a few moments I fought to regain my senses. She had already tricked me and had me at her mercy, taunting me with her great bosom and generous figure, arousing me to a mad froth of desire and lust. I refused to give her the satisfaction of begging. Doubtless she would wring cries for mercy out of me soon enough, and even in my wound up state I knew that begging for her breasts would probably get me nothing. I tried to control myself. I clamped my eyes shut and willed my body to relax, to calm my heaving breath and pounding heart, to cool my hot blood and burning senses. I struggled to ignore the feel of Maki's warm, soft body on top of me, her cushiony thighs straddling me, the smell of her so close. . .
But ultimately my efforts were no use. The image of all that dusky skin, those beauties dancing and bobbling mere inches from my nose, swam up in my mind's eye. A hot flood of desire overcame my last remnants of reason and self-control.
"Oh, Maki," I moaned, gazing up at all her beauty. "I. . . I want them! Please!"
"Is that the best you can do?" she chuckled.
"PLEASE! I want them! I want your BIG, HUGE, BEAUTIFUL BREASTS!"
"Tell Maki more," she cooed.
I was babbling now, desperate with desire. I went on about how huge they were, how enormous, how beautiful. I raved about how I would do such things to those delectable mounds that she would believe she was in the garden of paradise. In a mad torrent of words I described what I would do to her smooth, soft skin and sweet, dark nipples. I gushed that I would do anything, anything if she would let me have them.
Through it all, Maki gazed down at me, her eyes shining with delight, throwing her head back and laughing whenever a particular phrase caught her fancy.
"Do you promise you'll be gentle?" she said.
"Yes!" I cried. "Yes, I swear! I swear. . ."
With that she leaned forward all the way, placing her hands on the cushions above me, and bringing her breasts right up against my face. I hungrily took a huge mouthful, inhaling as much of that sweet, warm flesh as I could, and immediately began sucking and licking away for all I was worth. Maki screamed as my gobbling lips and lashing tongue worked away at her left nipple. She twitched and squirmed on top of me, her long hair brushing my underarms.
"Gentle!" she cried, giggles bubbling out of her. "GENTLE!"
I ignored her, greedily devouring those big, soft tits, my tongue lapping furiously at her tasty nipple. Her wriggling grew more frantic and jerky, her laughter and cries louder and less controlled. Finally, with a fetching squeal and bounce, she pulled herself away. I was left straining forward, my tongue madly lashing air.
"Whoo!" Maki exclaimed. "Oh, my. . ."
If she had been desirable before, she was now absolutely irresistible. Though her skin was dark you could see a definite flush, and her breath came quick, her huge chest heaving and shaking. "You said you were going to be gentle," she said between breaths.
I continued to struggle and pull at my bonds.
"You said you were going to be gentle," she repeated. "Looks like Maki will have to give you a little reminder of who is in charge here." She flexed her fingers, a mischevious gleam in her eyes.
"Maki, what. . . AAHHHH!"
Her hands flew to my sides, fingers tickling away, scrabbling at my waist. She smiled as I burst into laughter. "You promised you'd be gentle," she teased.
"Haaahaahaa! Ahhh, Maki, please. . .Aaahaha."
I bucked as she ran her fingers up and down my sides. She swirled them around, making little circles in my armpits, bending down just slightly to let her long hair sweep along my helpless body. Finally, she paused, her cruel fingers hovering so close to my armpits that I could feel them. I gasped and shuddered underneath her as she grinned down at me. "Do you promise you'll be good?" she whispered. "Do you promise?"
I nodded. "Yes," I said. "Yes, I promise. . ."
"But that's what you said last time. How can Maki be sure you're telling her the truth?"
"I swear! Maki, I promise, I'll be gentle. Whatever you want."
She traced a finger down my chest, letting it rest on my stomach. "Anything Maki wants?"
"Yes! Yes, please," I said, raising my head to look at her. "Maki, I swear."
She lifted her eyes and stared right at me. "Maki doesn't think you're ready yet."
"Maki! NNNOOOOO. . .!"
I collapsed into helpless gibbering, laughter, squirming as she repeated her ticklish tour of my torso. She scrabbled her fingers along my stomach, running them up and down my ribs, then under my arms and over my shoulders, tickling my neck. I was laughing too hard to beg for mercy or do anything but squirm underneath her. She began to kiss and lick and tickle me with her mouth, running her tongue around my ears, whispering. "Do you promise? Do you promise?"
Her hot breath and slippery tongue in my ear, it was all I could do to cry yes to every whisper. But it did no good. While her fingers continued to stroke and slide over the sensitive flesh of my armpits and rib cage, her lips and tongue licked and kissed my ear, teasing me with questions I was soon too helpless with laughter to answer. Then, her relentless fingers seemed to ease up, her warm lips to just brush my sensitive ear.
"Do you want Maki to stop?" Maki whispered.
"Ohh, yes. . ." I was still gigging and moaning, shivering uncontrollably as each hot syllable floated into my ear.
"Do you?"
"Ooo, yes, yes, stop. . ."
She purred in my ear, setting my nerves tingling and my head spinning. A yelp burst from my lips. "Please, please Maki! Stop, please! Don't. . ."
"Don't what?"
I cried out. "Don't tickle me anymore! Please! Please don't tickle me anymore! I'll do anything!"
"Are you telling the truth?"
"Yes! Yes!"
Her lips and nose gently nuzzled my ear. "Do you know what Maki will do to you if you aren't nice?" she whispered. "Hmmm?"
"Yes! Please. . ."
"Tell me what Maki will do."
". . . t-t-tickle. . ."
"Hmmm?"
I could barely think. "She'll. . . you'll. . . tickle me. . ."
"Tell me more. . ."
"You'll tickle me," I gasped. "You'll tickle me all night long! You'll tickle torture me with your fingers and lips until I'm nothing but your tickle slave! You'll tickle torture me and tease me with your big tits. . ."
Maki howled with laughter and collapsed on top of me, burying her face in my neck, her body shaking as she laughed. I squirmed underneath her. "Please, Maki. . ."
After a moment she lifted herself up. "Be gentle," she warned again as she gripped the seat above my head and let her massive breasts hang above my face. "Be gentle." She lowered her chest slowly. I was practically shaking with lust as her nipples brushed against my cheek. The bulk of her huge bosom settled onto my face and spread all over so that my head seemed surrounded by flesh. I groaned at the effort to restrain myself. This was obviously a test and though I felt a hair's breadth from going crazy out of pure frustration, I knew I was passing when Maki whispered, "Good, good. Now, be very, very gentle. . ." She shifted her position above me slightly and brought her left nipple up to my mouth, brushing it against my lips. I didn't move. "Kiss," said Maki. "Kiss. . ."
I began planting small, almost dry kisses on her erect nipple. Immediately tiny goosebumps spread all over her skin. "Oooo," she cooed. "Ooo, yes, yes. . ."
I continued kissing her nipple and around her dark areola as she gave little gasps and coos of enjoyment. "Now nibble," she breathed. "Gently, with your lips. Gently."
The effort not to try to suck the whole thing in my mouth was almost unbearable, but fearful of the consequences I started to nibble as she instructed, applying the faintest pressure with my lips. "Ohhh, yeah," she gasped. "Oh, yeah. Mmmmm. . ." She rolled her shoulders, making her breasts move. "Oh, yes. Oh, my goodness. Nibble Maki's nipples. Oooo. . ."
A light giggle escaped her mouth, letting me know I was tickling her, even if just a little. I increased my nibbling, trying to tickle her without seeming like I was trying to tickle her, but she only seemed to like it the more. "Oh, oh, yes. Ohhh. . ." This went on for a while, and I was on the verge of starting to whimper with frustration by the time Maki gasped, "Lick, lick, gently. . ."
My tongue slowly slid across her nipple and she moaned with delight. Her thighs gripped me tighter as I continued to lick her nipple with long, even strokes. "Oh, yeah. Oh, just like that. . ." Her voice was deep and husky.
Maki kept me bound long into the night, instructing me on what to do with my mouth while she straddled me. Teased mercilessly and under constant threat of tickling, I did exactly what she wanted. She stripped me and used me for her pleasure several times, and by the time she brought me to ecstasy we were both spent. The last thing I remember before passing out was Maki curled around me on the wide bench, our bodies still trembling.
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Continue on to Part 2 of "Soft Bodies"
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