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The Tickle Demon (All 4 Parts) F/M F/F

PeterVincentTGVK

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Been very busy reposting my dozens of stories to my new deviantart account and decided to post this little throwback! Enjoy!









The faint moonlight shone through the far right window of the living room in Madame Salem's aging manor. By aging manor, of course I mean trailer home. Seems that nobody had any need for psychics, much less a gypsy, much much less a gypsy and psychic that many of the town believed was a witch. Madame Salem, or rather Belinda Salem, as she preferred to be called, was flipping through an old book of incantations and rites. She was starting to lose her youthful looks, as well as money.
Suddenly she found an interesting page in the book. Adorned with illustrations of feathers and an even more interesting inscription:

To steal the youth of one so young
Genuine mirth must escape their tongue
And if it's fortune that you seek
Use the touch that makes all weak...

Belinda was about to read the rest but was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Just a minute!” She called out as she threw a red and black velvet robe over her body. She raced to the door and flung it open to reveal a good looking young man in his 20's. He looked a little flustered.

“Hi... uh... is this Madame Silin's?”

“Salem”. She corrected him.

“Oh right... like the witch thing.”

Belinda shrugged.

“Yes, like the witch thing. Are you here for a reading?”

“Yeah!”

“Won't you please come in, and all will be revealed.” Belinda stepped back and allowed the young man into her home. He gazed at all of the stuff Belinda had. She seemed to be a borderline hoarder. Of course, he would not understand that she had once had a much more spacious home.

“Have a seat.” She gestured to a table with a crystal ball resting on the center.

“No problemo.” He sat and she then sat herself opposite of him.

She asked him to place his hands in hers. He did so accordingly.

She began muttering some incoherent chant and looked into the crystal ball. What she saw, she would not let him know, but it made her smile an unreadable smile. She became lost in what she was witnessing... until she realized that he had pulled his hands away and was recording her with his phone. He then reached out and pulled her robe out to reveal her right breast. She screamed in shock and humiliation as he jumped up and ran out the door.

“I got it. I got a pic of the witches fucking tit!” He jumped into a car with two other guys. They werent there when Belinda had let him in. They must have been hiding. She shouted multiple curses at him before remembering what she had seen in the crystal ball. Normally a reading would encompass a person's past, present, and future. However the reading was interrupted and she had only gotten a few glimpses into his past. She had seen one thing over and over again. A mother and older sisters playing with the young man. Tickling him until he cried. Belinda smiled. Maybe there was a way to profit from this douchebag.

She went back to her book and realized that the inscription was actually a spell that could be used to call upon a spirit. A demon spirit that could steal the youth of somebody through means of forcing laughter from them. It was all to perfect. She decided to call on the demon.

She followed the books instructions and placed feathers of all colors of the rainbow in a pentagram. In the center she placed a young kitten. The youth and softness of the creature represented the sensitivity of the victim. She muttered another chant and all of the lights in her home went out. The demon was summoned and she only had to wait.




The young man, William, or Billy The Kid as he was called, had returned home to his apartment that he shared with his roommate, Jeff. William was called Billy The Kid because of his constant acts of immaturity. His family and friends truly believed that he would never really grow up. Jeff was out at the moment but his slutty girlfriend, Sammie was hanging out in the front room getting plastered in front of her computer. William snuck in and yelled BOO! right behind her. Sammie jumped and pulled her shirt up to conceal that her double D's had nearly flung right out of her top.

“Fuck you Billy!”

“Serves you right for being lazy.” William gave her the finger and walked into his bedroom. He decided to change clothes. He completely stripped down and then put on some pajama pants before assuming the position, so to speak, on the bed with his laptop. Some porn before bed seemed like a good idea. He went to his favorite site, Ticklingforum.com. He started pleasuring himself before his computer screen started to flicker. Before he knew it. There was a video image of a very attractive and busty brunette. In the screen, he could see her navel to the top of her head. A pink satin bra was the only thing covering her.

“Hey there Billy!” She said with a very chipper tone.

William was certainly confused, but also very drunk.

“Well hey there, yourself.” He responded with an obnoxious tone.

“You've been a very naughty boy.” She wagged her finger at him as he suddenly felt a poke in his left lower rib.

“Hehe hey! What the fuck was that? Sammie!”

“She can't here you, hon.” The woman on the screen replied. “Let me introduce myself. My name is Heather Feathers. And I am here to pump you up!” She said that last part with a joking flex of her muscles. “Or should I say... Jump you up!”

With 'jump you up', William felt two index fingers prod into his hips like jumper cables. William jumped and yelped!

“Uh uh uh, can't have you squirming about, wiggle worm.” Heather crinkled her nose on William's computer screen like Tabitha on Bewitched and suddenly, William's body fell flat on the bed. He couldn't move. The laptop started to levitate and position itself in middair so that Heather's face was facing William's.

“It's time to prank the prankster, Mr. Kid...”




William lay in fear. His inability to move had him in full panic mode. The levitating computer flew back away from him towards the other side of the room. Once it was against the wall, it began to expand. William watched in wonder as the laptop stretched and filled the space of the wall. Soon, William had his very own 112 inch screen computer in his room. And on the screen was the giant image of the grinning Heather. She adjusted her breasts in her bra with a flirtacious wink.

“Now, you've been very bad.” Heather accused.

“What? I don't know...” William started to defend himself but he was cut off.

“AHEM... I'm talking.” Heather's voice was louder, but not angry, before it returned to a softer tone. “Now, it's my job to punish bad boys and girls. But... that doesn't mean we can't have a good time. I'm stuck in here though. I can only make minimal contact. So, I want you to meet my assistants.”

Assistants? William heard an odd poof noise on his left and then his right and looked up to see two female creatures. They were short, maybe 5 feet tall each. Their feet up to their middle seemed relatively normal. But they had comically oversized butts with exaggerated hips, and ridiculously huge breasts bordering on triple G. Their faces were attractive but their heads were also disproportionate, similar to a Betty Boop style appearance. They wore soft looking pajamas that seemed to be made out of Angora or a fabric of similar softness. One was in blue and the other in pink with matching satin gloves. One of the creatures was Blonde while the other had Raven black hair. They both looked down on William with gentle non-threatening smiles.

“This is Loosey...” Heather nodded to the Blonde and then the Brunette. “...And Goosey.” Both creatures gave mock curtseys and clapped happily.

“What are they?” William asked.

“I told you. They are my assistants. They are here to help me. They are also here to help you.” Heather explained.

“Help me? Help me what?”

Heather brought her hand to her mouth as if gasping in surprise.

“To help you laugh of course. You visited a medium tonight. Belinda Salem. But you were very cruel to her, weren't you? Yes, yes, very cruel indeed. You took advantage of her. And now, we will take advantage of you.




Back in her home, Belinda was still sitting in front of the pentagram she had made. The kitten had disappeared, and in it's place was the image of the events currently unfolding in William's bedroom. Belinda observed with an amused smirk.

“Tables have turned, haven't they little Billy?” She whispered.

“Enjoying the show?” A voice came from behind Belinda. She turned in surprise to see Heather Feathers standing in the corner of the room. She wore a dark robe with the hood up over her head. Despite the eerie attire, she was undeniably beautiful.

“You're her, aren't you?” Belinda asked.

“I'm it.” Heather corrected. “I am whatever form I choose. But you and young William both seem to prefer this one, so I will wear this supple flesh with pride.”

“What do you mean both William and I? I'm not a lesbi-”

Heather cut her off.

“You don't have to lie to me, Belinda. You summoned me. I can see into your thoughts. You need not be ashamed.”

Belinda took a few moments to appreciate Heather's form, and felt her nipples begin to harden.

“Do you have my permission to do whatever it takes to get laughter from William?” Heather asked.

“I do not wish him to be harmed, only tickled. I don't believe in violence, but I believe a touch can elicit what I need.”

“As you wish.” Heather said before disappearing.




William tried in vain to move, but he was still unable to. Loosey and Goosey snickered at his attempts. He became understandably upset.

“Let me go!” He demanded. Heather only chuckled on the screen.

“I don't think so. It's time to laugh. Time to laugh for me. Loosey, Goosey, you may begin.”

Loosey walked around to the foot of the bed and Goosey moved towards William's left side. Both were cooing softly with a maternal tone that nursemaids might use to calm an infant. But in William, it only inspired nervousness.

Loosey raised a single gloved finger and touched it to the center of William's naked right sole. William had no idea why these creatures were so intent on making him laugh, but there was no doubt now in his mind that they meant to do so by tickling him. He bit his tongue and pursed his lips. If they couldn't make him laugh, they would have to leave. It was so simple. He remained calm as Loosey placed the same finger on her opposite hand on the same spot on his right foot. Her coos became a lovely song as she began to draw little zig zags that grew in span each time she began a new one.

At the same time, Goosey revealed 10 small feathers in her left hand. She bent forward a little and placed the first feather, stem first, into William's bellybutton. William noticed immediately. His bellybutton was a weak spot when it came to tickling. He looked down at it and saw that the feather remarkably stood up straight. Goosey nodded at him as if acknowledging his awareness and placed the second feather in his bellybutton. The mere poke of the feather landing in his navel tickled terribly. He looked at Goosey as Loosey continued to draw on his soles with her 2 fingers. Heather watched all of this with pleasant delight.

“Does it tickle, Billy?” Heather asked innocently. Loosey's fingers had made it far enough in their travels to lightly graze the undersides of William's toes. She saw his toes wiggle and decided to change tactics. Still cooing, she began to gently clamp her thumb and index fingers around random toes and wiggle them as if playing “This Little Piggy”.

Goosey was on the fifth feather already. A nice collection of feathers were sticking out of William's bellybutton as if it was a vase holding flowers. His face was a nice healthy shade of pink as he strained to endure the tickling. He was able to hold in the giggles for now, but he was unable to hide his growing erection, as it popped out of the hole in his pajama bottoms and bobbed freely. Both Loosey and Goosey took notice but continued their loving attentions. Heather figured it was time to break the young man.

“Oh Billy...” Heather said, almost cooing herself. “Have you noticed Loosey and Goosey's mouths”

William was unable to keep himself from looking. In their Betty Boop style designs, their lips were unnaturally large and plump. Goosey placed the 9th feather. William looked down at Loosey, who had stopped wiggling his toes.

“Have you ever been raspberried, Billy?” Heather asked.

William's blood ran cold.

“Of course you have. Every boy at some point gets a nice zerbert at some point early on, usually from their mother. It's a horrible ticklish feeling.” Heather continued. Loosey puckered her soft swollen lips and William began to sweat. Loosey closed her eyes and started to move her mouth towards William's bare right foot.

At this point, Goosey placed the final feather and then, gently blew across the tops of them. All of a sudden, 10 tiny stems were tickling inside William's bellybutton. The corners of his lips intantly rose and the damn broke as Loosey's lips touched his instep, and vibrated.

“Hehehehehheheheheheheheh Oh nohhoohohoho!”

“See, isn't it nice to laugh? Laughter is good for the soul, you know?” Heather smiled deviously as her minion's loving touches brought more giggles out of William. Soon, Loosey abandoned the zerberts for soft kisses all over the bottoms of William's feet. The massive lips pecking here and there were far to much for William to take.

Goosey removed the feathers from William's bellybutton and got down on her knees so that her face was at level with William's ribs. She too, began to plant soft kisses in between his ribs.

“HehehHEHEHhEhHehehehehheheheheheHEHEHhehe” William was beside himself as his erection throbbed.

“Tickle tickle tickle...” Heather teased him as she chuckled. Loosey brought her fingers into play. She ceased the kisses and began to bicycle her fingers along William's arches and insteps to keep the laughter coming. Goosey pulled down his Pajama bottomw a coupl of inches and traced along his lower tummy. When she did this, Billy yelped, causing Goosey to become enthused and repeat the motion again and again and again.

“Enough!” Heather commanded after several minutes. The two cartoonish ticklers ceased and William struggled to catch his breath.

“Now that you are warmed up, we will really play.” Heather decided and in an instant, William's pajamas were gone. He lay there, naked as the day he was born.

“It seems we have awakened a lust in you. That's wonderful.” Heather alluded. A man's member, when aroused, can prove to be very ticklish. Have you ever been tickled there?”

Alas, William had never had anybody attempt to tickle his pickle, so to speak. He had no idea what to say.

“No matter. We will find out regardless.”

Loosey and Goosey stood next to either side of the bed over William's impressive erection. The length and width seemed enough to make any woman flush with excitement, and his scrotum pulled in his sizable testicles, creating a tight fleshy sphere.

“Time to test. Loosey, do your thing.”

Loosey wiggled her gloved pinky finger at William, letting him see it flutter and tickle the air. He swallowed hard. She lowered the pinky till it touched down on the patch of skin near the stem of the cock. William instantly flinched at the touch.

“Okay, Loosey. Walk the trail.” Heather commanded, observing like a doctor testing reflexes. Loosey dragged the finger up along the length of the underside of William's penis slowly. William trembled with pent up giggles. Loosey and Goosey noticed and cooed at him again. Somehow the cooing was a terrible verbal tease. And on the 4th pass up the length of the penis, William surrendered.

“Hehehehehehehehehehehehehe”

Loosey continued to tickle him in this way for a few moments before stopping. She switched tactics, lightly fluttering in random motions along underside, making William chuckle silently

“Goosey, as ticklish as the penis is, the scrotum might be a more effective tickle point. Lots of nerve endings in that lovely skin. Why, in some boys it's enough to make them wish they could crawl right out of their skin. Let's try it out. Remember, a light touch can do wonders.” Heather instructed.

Goosey nodded and used her pinky finger to trace along the seam of William's ballsack in a similar manner that Loosey had utilized on his penis. The response was immediate.

“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHE NOHHOHOOHOHOH MY GOHOHHOOHOHD!

William couldn't even fathom the ticklishness. Goosey became encouraged and her finger started to travel on a journey up, down and around the exposed scrotum, leaving no spot unloved. William turned red with laughter.




Back in her home, Belinda was loving the show. She laughed to herself and then turned to see her spellbook. There was a small footnote at the bottom of the page. It was tricky to decipher but she realized something: The laughter made her and the demon more powerful, but if the victim reaches sexual release, the demon is no longer in her control. It would be free. Belinda realized her mistake and what the demon was trying to do. If William came, Heather would be loose upon the world.




Loosey and Goosey continued their gentle, mischievous touches. William was all but done for.

“Tickle tickle tickle...” Heather sang. “We will never let you go. We've got you.”

Heather's words somehow aroused William further. A well placed dance of the pink from Goosey against the underside of William's balls made him scream. He sprayed a nice white jet of semen onto his chest and Loosey coaxed him, switching from tickling to masturbating him, until every drop was out. He passed out from the intensity of the orgasm and Heather cackled evilly. The laptop vanished and she approached her two helpers, once again shrouded in her dark robe.

“And now, the real fun begins.” Heather said with a diabolical laugh...




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 s******s 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 pulled up in front of William's apartment building. It didn't take too much of her focus or psychic abilities to figure out where the building was. As she pulled into the nearest parking space that she could find, she began to think about what she was about to attempt. She hadn't been tickled by anybody in forever. Not since she was in Elementary school. And for her, that was much longer ago than her supernaturally enhanced appearance would suggest.

Whether she was ticklish or not, she had to try to stop Heather, and the only way to do that was to endure the demon's tickle torture for ten minutes. She decided that she needed to take a few minutes to clear her head and mentally prep herself for the task.




Meanwhile...




Jeff had walked in at the wrong moment. For him anyways. It was the right moment for Heather. She had just finished off Sammie, who was now under Heather's control. Heather had decided to amuse herself by placing her and William in a cage in the corner of the room that Heather materialized. William and Sammie were forced to wear special pajamas with feathers patterned all over them. The two slaves sat silently, unable to speak or move as Loosey and Goosey restrained Jeff, holding his arms behind him with their steely grips. Heather approached Jeff.

“What have we here? Another strapping young man for my collection.” Heather purred.

“Let my friends go. Whatever you want, I could get it for you.” Jeff pleaded, not understanding the least bit what was going on.

“You have no idea what is happening here, do ya, handsome?” Heather walked up to Jeff until she was only a few precious inches from him.

“No. But I want my friends back.”

Heather laughed.

“Back? But they are right here. I'm not hurting them in any way. And besides, soon you are gonna join the club, so to speak.”

Heather decided not to waste any more time. She reached out and began to press into Jeff's ribs, kneading them like dough. She got no reaction, however. Loosey and Goosey, still in their goth and blonde guises, looked shocked. So did Heather.

“No?” Heather asked as she furrowed her eyebrows.

“Are you seriously trying to tickle me, bitch? Nobody has ever been able to tickle me before in my life.” Jeff mocked Heather.

Heather stared into Jeff's eyes, trying to read his mind. She looked into his memories, seeing past times when he was tickled. Friends and family members who had poked his ribs or tummy, raked the soles of his feet with fingernails, kneaded his hips and sides. None of it had ever actually tickled him. In fact, he would typically use the time to fight back, easily overcoming his tickler and turning the tables on them.

Heather became determined. She grabbed Jeff's sides and wiggled her fingers. Nothing. The man simply wasn't ticklish.

Heather couldn't figure it out. She started to worry. It had already been about 4 minutes. She only had six more to get a rise out of him. She tired to think of what to do. She read his mind once more, trying to find a weakness. Jeff began to struggle against Loosey and Goosey, attempting to wrestle his arms free. They held him tight, but they were getting as concerned as Heather was. Heather was having no luck. She looked over at Loosey and Goosey. She had no idea why, but she couldn't help but notice how soft Goosey's blonde hair looked. Of course the creatures could change form at will, but that hair looked so soft, so light. Like a feather. It hit Heather like a ton of bricks:

Nobody had ever tried to tickle Jeff with a light touch. All of the memories she saw were more like rough housing than what a tickle should be. It was so simple. Heather delighted in the knowledge that she might very well be the first person who would get to teach this boy the meaning of the word tickle. But there had to be a way to have fun with such an opportunity. To really relish the moment. A painting hanging above the couch on the other side of the room gave her an idea.

“I do believe it's time to make a little art.” Heather claimed. Loosey and Goosey immediately understood what Heather meant. They both giggled and let Jeff go. Before he could get very far, however, Heather waved her hand in a grand gesture. In a flash, Jeff was completely naked and strapped to what looked like a vertical exam table. His wrists and ankles were spread apart and bound to the table by ribbons. There were holes in the table so that from the other side of it, Jeff's butt, and the areas behind his knees were visible... and accessable. He also noticed that other then his goatee and the hair on his head, his whole body had magically become completely hairless.

“Untie me now!” Jeff shouted.

“I can't untie you now, Jeff. Can't you see I have a class to teach?” Heather asked.

Jeff looked and saw that Loosey and Goosey had transformed. They were now identical twin Asian women with accentuated large breasts and asses. They wore skimpy schoolgirl outfits and had pigtails. If Jeff had ever seen these two women on the internet, he might have taken out his cock and gone to town on himself to them. Two school desks appeared and Loosey and Goosey both took their respective seats. Jeff looked back at Heather and saw that she was now dressed like an art teacher. A stereotypical one complete with a beret on her head and a pink smock with several assorted paintbrushes in the front pocket. She held up and paint palette with numerous different colors.

“Attention class!” Heather addressed Loosey and Goosey. “Welcome to Body Painting 101, taught by me, Heather Feathers!” Loosey and Goosey clapped, applauding their “teacher”.

“Thank you. Thank you.” Heather curtseyed. “Now we have a wonderful young volunteer for this exercise...”

Jeff spit at Heather, getting some saliva just under her right eye. She instantly stopped talking, wiped her face with her free hand, and gave him a look that spelled trouble. The look chilled Jeff, making him shiver slightly despite himself. Heather then went back to speaking to the girls.

“As I was saying, a wonderful young volunteer. We will start simple: Lines. Just straight lines.” Heather reached into her the pocket with the brushes and pulled out one that was a medium sized Filbert brush, dipped it in green paint from her palette, and brought the brush to the underside of Jeff's left wrist.

“You're gonna wish you hadn’t spit on me, you little bastard.” Heather whispered only loud enough for Jeff to hear as she smiled evilly. The demon's eyes, though undeniably beautiful, contained an air of menace. She dragged the tip of the brush downward, coating Jeff's skin with a green trail as the brush neared the inside of his elbow.

For the first time in his life, Jeff felt the tickle. He understood the power that the sensation had as it neared the inside of his elbow. He bit the inside of his lip as the brush traveled further down past his elbow.

“It's coming, Jeff-ey boy. You won't be able to help it. You will laugh, and you will be all mine...” Heather informed him as the brush drew closer and closer to his underarm. Jeff trembled from the touch and felt a smile grow on his face. The brush touched the hairless well of his armpit, and he was done for.

“hehehehhehehehe gehehhet that thing aahahahhayyy!”

Heather, Loosey, and Goosey all laughed triumphantly.

“Tickle tickle... How does it feel?... Tickle tickle... How does it feel?” Loosey and Goosey whispered in unison, taunting the giggling young man as Heather repeated the line down the other arm.

“Hehehehhehehehehehhe plehehehehehease nohhohohohohohoho” Jeff felt completely helpless for the first time in as long as he could remember. His cheeks grew bright red from humiliation. And then, a strange thing happened. He felt his cock flutter. He was getting hard. This embarrassed him further. Loosey and Goosey continued to tease him.

“Poor little baby can't take the tickles.”

“Look at his face. He's like a firetruck.”

“Never mind his face. Check out the erection.”

Heather abandoned the Filbert for a brush with fan brush, dipped it in pink and began to flutter the brush along Jeff's abdomen, drawing a six pack of abs on his skin. Heather grinned malevolently.

“Hehehehhehehehehehehhehehehehe Nohhhoohohohohoht there!” Jeff couldn't believe how ticklish his belly was. The bristles were breaking him down at top speed.

“Not there? But you seem so happy. Like it's a special happy area.” Heather and the twins picked on him mercilessly.

After she had finished the tummy art, Heather dropped the fan brush and took a minute to admire her painting. She heard Loosey and Goosey giggling though, and she turned to face them. She saw that Goosey had passed a note to Loosey, like the two mischievous schoolgirls they were pretending to be.

“What is that?” Heather asked sternly as Jeff tried to catch his breath. Loosey and Goosey looked marginally ashamed.

“It's a note.” Loosey answered with her head lowered.

“Well why don't you come up and share it with the entire class?” Heather suggested.

“Ugh... okay.” Loosey responded like a child being told to make her bed. She got up and half-walked half-stomped over to Heather. She then turned around and faced the “class” which was really just Goosey, and read the note aloud in a chipper tone.

“Jeff is so hot. Just look at that throbbing penis. I bet you could paint for days on that canvas!”

Jeff turned redder than he had ever been before.

“Either Jeff has developed one Hell of a sunburn, or he is bashful about the compliment.” Heather observed, “But, that is an interesting idea isn't it? I wonder if that would work nicely as a canvas.” Heather's smile was erotically eerie. She pulled out a new brush. This one was a round brush with a thin tip on the bristles. Heather swirled the tip of the brush in the orange paint slowly, letting Jeff watch as he grew twitchy.

“Are you scared, Jeff?” Heather asked as she kneeled down in front of him with the brush. “You should be.”

And with that, The brush closed in on the tender, taught skin of the underside of Jeff's erection, and danced just under the head...

“HAHHhahHHAhAhaheHAhAHEhAehHAEhAHEHAHEAH!!!” Jeff bellowed. Heather had to put the palette down and hold Jeff still with her other hand.

“Oh my! Look at this bronco buck!” Heather laughed as Loosey and Goosey tickled the air with their fingers in front of Jeff. Jeff was losing his mind as Heather painted little smiley faces all over his penis. Poke, poke, caress. Poke poke, caress. Poke, poke, caress. Before long, Jeff's cock was adorned with nearly 15 tiny smiling faces. All the while, Loosey and Goosey resumed their taunting.

“Pickle tickle! Pickle tickle!” They chanted softly.

Heather stopped.

“Only one thing left to do...” She said. Loosey and Goosey walked over to Jeff, making sure he saw that they each had a thick mop brush, the softest and fluffiest of paintbrushes. Heather pulled out her own.

“Wha-what are you gonna do?” Jeff asked fearfully. Loosey and Goosey both giggled, dipped their brushes in a sky blue colored paint, and walked around behind him so that he couldn't see. After a breathtakingly suspenseful moment of silence, Jeff's eyes grew wide as he felt the brushes touch him. Loosey and Goosey were drawing spirals on his naked butt cheeks.

“HHEHEHEHHhehEHehEHEHhehehehHEHHEhEhe HahahHAHhAHHAhAHHAHAHhhHhA!”

“Oh Je-eff!” Heather sang softly to get his attention. Giggling like a madman, Jeff looked down and saw Heather begin to dance her brush along his scrotum. The softness of the bristles against his flesh stole his breath right from him as he immediately dissolved into silent laughter. The brush merrily galavanted about. A stroke along the seam, a good dusting of each testicle one at at time. A rapid fluttering targeting the underside of the balls. Each touch brought a new kind of ticklish mirth from the poor man.




Belinda walked rapidly down the hallway coming towards the door to the apartment. She heard the hysterical laughter as well as the 3 feminine monster's teasing voices.

“Tickly wickly!”

“Poor boy. He just doesn’t know what to do with himself.”

“Oh wow!” Found another danger zone on the side of this testicle.”

“Jeff is so ticklish! Coochie coo!”

Belinda ran to the door and rushed into the room just in time to see Jeff ejaculate onto Heather's chest. She had begun stroking his cock as she tormented his balls.

“No! Let him go!” Belinda shouted.

“Too late!” Heather mocked, “He's mine!” Heather tickled and tickled even after Jeff's orgasm until he feinted. Loosey and Goosey high-fived each other and Heather stood up to face Belinda.

“You started this, witch.” Heather accused, “And you will not stop me from having my fun.”

“That's where you're wrong. I challenge you.”

Heather stopped and gave Belinda a shocked expression.

“Is that so? Little witch wants to challenge the mistress of laughter. You would never last.” Heather answered.

“Try me.” Belinda spat back defiantly.

Heather signaled for Loosey and Goosey.

“Uh uh.” Belinda shook her head. “Just you. If you are indeed such a wonderful tickler, you don't need help from them.”

Heather thought about it for a second.

“Fine” Heather agreed to the condition and Loosey and Goosey stopped in their tracks.

“I think I need you in a more compromising position though.” Heather stated. Jeff and the vertical table holding him vanished. With one more wave of Heather's hand, Belinda was suddenly tied spread eagle to a bed. Belinda gasped in surprise as she looked down at herself. She was wearing nothing.

“Is the nudity nessecary?” Belinda asked.

“Of course.” “Heather chuckled. “You need to feel vulnerable for maximum giggles. Knowing that I can see all of you... and touch anywhere I want, should make you feel skiddish. Now, let's begin.”

An hourglass appeared next to the bed and the sand began spilling. Heather took a seat on the bed at Belinda's right side.

“Get on with it.” Belinda said.

“No rush.” Heather responded quietly. “I have time. I can take it slow.”

Heather began to fondle Belinda's torso gingerly. Though she hadn't really started tickling yet, Belinda started to worry. Heather seemed so confident.

Heather looked down at her prey. She knew that a real tickler ought to appreciate the intimacy of the act. It was just as psychological as it was physical. She needed to make Belinda psychically relax and let her guard down while mentally keep her on edge. She decided a nice tummy rub was in order.

Heather began to run the palm of her right hand over the soft tummy. She was so gentle that it tickled Belinda a bit without it even seeming like Heather was trying yet. Belinda and Heather both watched as the tummy muscles twitched and jumped here and there with little movements. Heather just smiled warmly down at Heather. Belinda was still very ticklish. She knew it. And Heather knew it. Heather found a soft spot on Belinda's lower tummy that made Belinda shiver. She decided to focus her soft rubbing on that spot, gliding her palm over it again and again. Belinda felt a finger enter her bellybutton and press gently before a nail scratched lightly at the knot inside. Oh my God, Belinda thought. She certainly would not be able to handle that for too long. Heather pulled the finger out and Belinda silently thanked God.

“How are you feeling, Sweetie?” Heather asked with a maternal tone. “You must feel pretty nice because you nipples are hard.”

Belinda realized that Heather was right. The gentle teasing was making Belinda's skin crawl, but it was also somewhat erotic. She tried not to think about it and regain her focus.

Heather looked up at the hourglass and saw that 5 minutes had already passed. She needed to step it up a notch. She got up off of the bed and moved down to Belinda's bare feet. She knelt down and Belinda looked towards the bottom of the bed. All Belinda saw was Heather's smiling face.

“Time to see if you are a real girl scout, or just a tenderfoot.” Heather joked, causing Loosey and Goosey to chortle from where they stood.

Belinda felt Heather's nails lovingly tickle at her heels. She closed her eyes and took a breath. The nails started to move upward, tickling the insteps of Belinda's feet.

“So many nerves in the bottoms of one's feet,” Heather began to explain as she spoke to Loosey and Goosey. “Particularly on the sides of the feet, right in the center here...” A couple of pokes to the middles of Belinda's soles made her have to catch a giggle in her throat. She had to hold on and stay focused. “...And especially underneath the toes.”

The nails danced under Belinda's toes and she began shaking. She looked over at the hourglass. She only needed to hold out for two more minutes.

“Loosey, Goosey, do you know why it's important to verbally tease your victim?” Heather inquired.

“Nope.” They both answered in unison.

“Well, it's all in the mind.” Heather informed. “the brain works a lot faster than the mouth does. For everything that is said to a person, there are maybe at least 5 times that it crosses that person's mind. They don't notice it of course. They are only subconsciously aware of it. But it takes a toll.

The nails now tickled at random all over the feet. A scratch at the soles, a trace along the instep, a gentle piggying of a toe...

Tears were forming in Belinda's eyes. If only she could hold on for 1 more minute. But Heather wouldn't shut up.

“So you see... speaking in a nurturing but teasing tone to your victim not only accentuates the sensation, but everything you say registers over and over again whether they want to or not. For example, I can tell little Belinda here how much her toes are wiggling right now. Or maybe even how red her face is trying to hold in the laughter. She is ticklish. She is very ticklish. And she can't stop thinking about it if I keep reminding her. Doesn't she seem ticklish, girls?”

The nails now focused on the sweet spots under the toes. Belinda was so close.

“Oh yeah, she does seem to be shaking a lot and her feet are moving around like crazy trying to get away from your nails” Loosey noticed.

“And there is a huge smile on her face. You can even see her teeth.” Goosey pointed out.

Heather looked down at Belinda. She had her right where she wanted her.

“Hey, witch...” Belinda opened her eyes and Heather in the eyes. Heather smiled sweetly.

“Tickle tickle...” Heather chirped innocently.

“HAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!”




And just like that... it all ended. Our last hope died with Belinda's sensitivity. Heather, The Tickle Demon is loose. And if you aren't careful dear reader... she might set her sights on YOU!
 
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