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A Gothic Initiation
Written By Ticklishscribe,
Inspired by Nikki
c. 2002
The large, ancient house ominously stood on the corner of the street and bathed in the shadows of twilight, it looked even more ominous. Nikki approached the front gate and when she opened it the gate fell off it’s hinges and clattered on the stone fence it was attached to. She stopped for a moment to look at the house and it high turrets, huge front porch and stone cold exterior. As she walked toward the house she could hear the swish of her black hooded robe dragging on the sidewalk. Her thigh high boots clattered as well and she was glad of the noise.
A heavy oak door greeted her and she grasped the gargoyle’s head knocker and knocked three times. But from inside the house there came no sound, no sound of someone coming to the door. Nikki knocked again and soon a faint light could be seen through the door-side window. The door opened and another hooded person stood before her. Nikki gasped slightly but deeply at the sight of another hooded person and was almost content to run away and forget the whole thing. But she was determined to join the Visigoth Society and tonight was her initiation.
“You are Nikki?” The voice was deep and monotone and was obviously female, and the robed person took her hand and drew Nikki in. Aside from the candle this person was holding and the candles in the few sconces on the walls, there was no other light in the house. The floor creaked under her and it made her want to jump right out of her skin.
“I am Celtica, you will come this way.” She said almost silently.
She led Nikki to a large staircase, and then turned to look at her again. “You are now about to cross into the point of no return, are you sure you want to do this?”
Nikki swallowed hard and breathed heavily. “Yes.”
She was then led downstairs and into a darkened but candle-lit room. The walls like the outside of the house were of stone and two sconces hung from each one. Before her was a heavy wooden table and five other hooded figures around it. Nikki could see that the others were girls just like Celtica.
The person at the other end of the table pointed to her. “I am Clannaugh, Child of the earth, is it still your quest to be a Goth?”
Nikki nodded hesitantly but did not speak.
Clannaugh pointed Nikki again. “Prepare her.
Four hooded figures came toward her and took hold of her. They disrobed her and then lifted her to the table. Her arms were secured above her head and he shirt was opened.
“You have disobeyed us.” Said Clannaugh, seeing that Nikki was wearing a bra. “You were instructed not to wear feminine clothing.” With that, Clannaugh produced a knife and proceeded to cut the bra away. Nikki flinched as the straps were severed and squirmed a little as well.
Two of the six then began to cut the laces and pull Nikki’s boots off. Her socks were also removed and when hands touched her bare feet she really squirmed and bit her lip tightly to keep from laughing. Once this was done her pants were removed along with her panties.
“You must be presented before us as you came into this world.” Clannaugh spoke.
Nikki was naked and her ankles were now being tied to the bottom corners of the table. Her feet wriggled incessantly as the hands, even remotely touching them, started tickling sensations that went straight to her brain like lightning. Her feet were almost the only part of her body that could move though, as they had stretched her out very taught.
She was also now on display; the perfect Goth specimen. They all crowded around the table gazed at her and touched her all over. This completely overwhelmed her and she started to spasm and writhe as best she could.
Clannaugh now approached with a clay bowl and several brushes.
“To be one of us you must be identified as one of us.” She then handed each girl a brush.
The girls all dipped their brushes in the bowl and then brought them close to Nikki. Each brush was covered with reddish-brown paint and some of the brushes dripped on her writhing body.
“Paint the words of Gotha on her.” Commanded Clannaugh. “She must learn them well.”
They all started painting parts of her body and Nikki immediately started to struggle. Between struggling, she caught glimpses of symbols and words she couldn’t understand being painted on her. As the painting went on the brushes tickled like crazy and it was all she could do to hold in the laughter. They were painting her everywhere; painting and painting and painting. She was covered in words she couldn’t understand and symbols she couldn’t make out and the brushes were beginning to take her toll.
Nikki could also hear Gregorian chanters, and their music was deep and ominous. The high and low voices of the chanters blended in with her laughter, which now came freely as the brushes tickled. As she laughed loud and shrill, they raised their voices an octave as if to laugh along with her.
As one of the other girls who was painting Nikki’s left leg accidentally brushed her foot and Nikki jerked and let out a laugh that made them all stop. Her foot writhed all over the place and she intensely arched her back.
Clannaugh looked down at her and painted a something on her forehead.
“You have answered the first quest of Gotha.” She announced. “Now you will answer it again.
The girls took up positions around Nikki and placed their fingers on her ribs and on the soles of her feet. In unison they all began to stroke those areas and Nikki rocketed off the table. The fifty fingers were everywhere, stroking teasing and tickling. Nikki repeatedly screamed with every ounce of strength within her as each stroke of their fingers was worse than before. They were tickle torturing her; there was no other way to describe it.
As they were doing this, they were chanting some phrase she couldn’t understand. Chanting it over and over, tickling and tickling. Nikki tried desperately to get away, but they followed her every move effortlessly. Never letting her have any rest. The more they chanted, the more they tickled. And the more they tickled the more they chanted. This was a torturous circle and it was beginning to wear her down.
Nikki’s size 12’s were getting quite a workout as her toes the balls of her feet, insteps and deliciously high arches were getting tickled incessantly. The tickling of Nikki’s feet was complete and pure torture to her and her entire body flailed around, as much as the bonds would let her. Twenty fingers devilishly and dexterously stroked and tickled her baby soft soles and the sensations ripped through like tearing fabric. Twenty fingers worked on, in and under her creamy hypersensitive arches, tickling relentlessly, torturously and sadistically. She was on a jagged edge and the six were holding her there with wave after wave of torturous tickling. She screamed with laughter and her screams went on and on and on.
Forty more tormented her ribs one at a time. Her spasming ribcage was expanding and contracting, having one conniption after another.
Then they all stopped… Nikki heaved and writhed for some moments afterwards as the tickling sensations still ripped through her. Clannaugh then came up beside her and she noticed a black cloth in her hand. Nikki watched as she unfolded the cloth and then realized that she was about to be blindfolded. Her head jerked and writhed but to no avail as Clannaugh followed her ever move effortlessly and covered her eyes.
Then without warning the sixty fingers began again their devilish tickle torture. A part of Nikki wanted to beg for mercy, but a larger part of her was determined to become a Goth, no matter what it took. And Goths never begged for mercy. She would endure this tickle torture no matter what it took, but as fingers re-entered her arches, she rocketed off the bed and screamed louder than she had ever screamed before.
One of the Goths started exploring Nikki’s left foot with a massage vibrator. This caught Nikki completely off guard and her laughter, which she had tried again to hold back by biting her lower lip, now came out as intense jagged screams. The incessant vibrator was ballet-like and fluttered around her foot like a psychotic butterfly, As hard as she tried to move her foot away from it, being stretched taught didn’t allow this. Now her full-bore, hearty laughter went from baritone to tenor in range. Between the gales of laughter Nikki manage to push out the words “Oh shit!” several times. The words come out in a labored resonance, and her body echoed the torment that they spoke of.
This was not sensory deprivation but pure non-stop sensory overload and Nikki was getting it full force. She really went into overload when another vibrator was introduced to her right foot. Now there were two psychotic butterflies torturing her, fluttering over her hypersensitive soles and sending a monsoon of ticklish sensations through her nervous system. Her body jerked relentlessly and her jagged screams continued.
One Goth’s fingers begin to scrabble light and spider-like over Nikki’s ribs and her back arched again. The Goth used one hand on her ribs while she reached for a firm cushion and seizing the moment when Nikki’s spasming chest was thrust into the air; she wedged the cushion under her back, thereby keeping her chest in permanent thrust. Nikki’s ribs were now prominent and the Goth began to play the full range of your spasming ribs, from the back to the tips. Sliding her fingers back and forth, the Goth began incessantly tickling Nikki’s ribcage, and her once more laughter exploded with a jagged reverberation and resonance.
The Goth now added Nikki’s tummy into the tickling and begin scrabbling over its milky-white, soft and taught surface. Her writhing returned very quickly, Her eyes clenched shut and her mouth opened wide again. The Goth’s finger circled around her exquisitely inviting and helpless button and she traced the circle smaller and smaller. Reaching Nikki’s button, the Goth slipped a finger in easily and her back abruptly arched off the cushion. The Goth had her even more now… She pistoned her finger in and out of Nikki’s delicious dimple. Now the bed was rocking even more and the Goth continued to piston in and out. Between the jagged spurts of laughter,
“P-P-PLEASE STOP!” Nikki screamed, begging to the Goth and promising her anything she wished. But the Goth told Nikki that her only wish is to keep on tickling and that she would never become a Goth by begging.
“You have a long way go before we accept you.” The Goth replied.
Written By Ticklishscribe,
Inspired by Nikki
c. 2002
The large, ancient house ominously stood on the corner of the street and bathed in the shadows of twilight, it looked even more ominous. Nikki approached the front gate and when she opened it the gate fell off it’s hinges and clattered on the stone fence it was attached to. She stopped for a moment to look at the house and it high turrets, huge front porch and stone cold exterior. As she walked toward the house she could hear the swish of her black hooded robe dragging on the sidewalk. Her thigh high boots clattered as well and she was glad of the noise.
A heavy oak door greeted her and she grasped the gargoyle’s head knocker and knocked three times. But from inside the house there came no sound, no sound of someone coming to the door. Nikki knocked again and soon a faint light could be seen through the door-side window. The door opened and another hooded person stood before her. Nikki gasped slightly but deeply at the sight of another hooded person and was almost content to run away and forget the whole thing. But she was determined to join the Visigoth Society and tonight was her initiation.
“You are Nikki?” The voice was deep and monotone and was obviously female, and the robed person took her hand and drew Nikki in. Aside from the candle this person was holding and the candles in the few sconces on the walls, there was no other light in the house. The floor creaked under her and it made her want to jump right out of her skin.
“I am Celtica, you will come this way.” She said almost silently.
She led Nikki to a large staircase, and then turned to look at her again. “You are now about to cross into the point of no return, are you sure you want to do this?”
Nikki swallowed hard and breathed heavily. “Yes.”
She was then led downstairs and into a darkened but candle-lit room. The walls like the outside of the house were of stone and two sconces hung from each one. Before her was a heavy wooden table and five other hooded figures around it. Nikki could see that the others were girls just like Celtica.
The person at the other end of the table pointed to her. “I am Clannaugh, Child of the earth, is it still your quest to be a Goth?”
Nikki nodded hesitantly but did not speak.
Clannaugh pointed Nikki again. “Prepare her.
Four hooded figures came toward her and took hold of her. They disrobed her and then lifted her to the table. Her arms were secured above her head and he shirt was opened.
“You have disobeyed us.” Said Clannaugh, seeing that Nikki was wearing a bra. “You were instructed not to wear feminine clothing.” With that, Clannaugh produced a knife and proceeded to cut the bra away. Nikki flinched as the straps were severed and squirmed a little as well.
Two of the six then began to cut the laces and pull Nikki’s boots off. Her socks were also removed and when hands touched her bare feet she really squirmed and bit her lip tightly to keep from laughing. Once this was done her pants were removed along with her panties.
“You must be presented before us as you came into this world.” Clannaugh spoke.
Nikki was naked and her ankles were now being tied to the bottom corners of the table. Her feet wriggled incessantly as the hands, even remotely touching them, started tickling sensations that went straight to her brain like lightning. Her feet were almost the only part of her body that could move though, as they had stretched her out very taught.
She was also now on display; the perfect Goth specimen. They all crowded around the table gazed at her and touched her all over. This completely overwhelmed her and she started to spasm and writhe as best she could.
Clannaugh now approached with a clay bowl and several brushes.
“To be one of us you must be identified as one of us.” She then handed each girl a brush.
The girls all dipped their brushes in the bowl and then brought them close to Nikki. Each brush was covered with reddish-brown paint and some of the brushes dripped on her writhing body.
“Paint the words of Gotha on her.” Commanded Clannaugh. “She must learn them well.”
They all started painting parts of her body and Nikki immediately started to struggle. Between struggling, she caught glimpses of symbols and words she couldn’t understand being painted on her. As the painting went on the brushes tickled like crazy and it was all she could do to hold in the laughter. They were painting her everywhere; painting and painting and painting. She was covered in words she couldn’t understand and symbols she couldn’t make out and the brushes were beginning to take her toll.
Nikki could also hear Gregorian chanters, and their music was deep and ominous. The high and low voices of the chanters blended in with her laughter, which now came freely as the brushes tickled. As she laughed loud and shrill, they raised their voices an octave as if to laugh along with her.
As one of the other girls who was painting Nikki’s left leg accidentally brushed her foot and Nikki jerked and let out a laugh that made them all stop. Her foot writhed all over the place and she intensely arched her back.
Clannaugh looked down at her and painted a something on her forehead.
“You have answered the first quest of Gotha.” She announced. “Now you will answer it again.
The girls took up positions around Nikki and placed their fingers on her ribs and on the soles of her feet. In unison they all began to stroke those areas and Nikki rocketed off the table. The fifty fingers were everywhere, stroking teasing and tickling. Nikki repeatedly screamed with every ounce of strength within her as each stroke of their fingers was worse than before. They were tickle torturing her; there was no other way to describe it.
As they were doing this, they were chanting some phrase she couldn’t understand. Chanting it over and over, tickling and tickling. Nikki tried desperately to get away, but they followed her every move effortlessly. Never letting her have any rest. The more they chanted, the more they tickled. And the more they tickled the more they chanted. This was a torturous circle and it was beginning to wear her down.
Nikki’s size 12’s were getting quite a workout as her toes the balls of her feet, insteps and deliciously high arches were getting tickled incessantly. The tickling of Nikki’s feet was complete and pure torture to her and her entire body flailed around, as much as the bonds would let her. Twenty fingers devilishly and dexterously stroked and tickled her baby soft soles and the sensations ripped through like tearing fabric. Twenty fingers worked on, in and under her creamy hypersensitive arches, tickling relentlessly, torturously and sadistically. She was on a jagged edge and the six were holding her there with wave after wave of torturous tickling. She screamed with laughter and her screams went on and on and on.
Forty more tormented her ribs one at a time. Her spasming ribcage was expanding and contracting, having one conniption after another.
Then they all stopped… Nikki heaved and writhed for some moments afterwards as the tickling sensations still ripped through her. Clannaugh then came up beside her and she noticed a black cloth in her hand. Nikki watched as she unfolded the cloth and then realized that she was about to be blindfolded. Her head jerked and writhed but to no avail as Clannaugh followed her ever move effortlessly and covered her eyes.
Then without warning the sixty fingers began again their devilish tickle torture. A part of Nikki wanted to beg for mercy, but a larger part of her was determined to become a Goth, no matter what it took. And Goths never begged for mercy. She would endure this tickle torture no matter what it took, but as fingers re-entered her arches, she rocketed off the bed and screamed louder than she had ever screamed before.
One of the Goths started exploring Nikki’s left foot with a massage vibrator. This caught Nikki completely off guard and her laughter, which she had tried again to hold back by biting her lower lip, now came out as intense jagged screams. The incessant vibrator was ballet-like and fluttered around her foot like a psychotic butterfly, As hard as she tried to move her foot away from it, being stretched taught didn’t allow this. Now her full-bore, hearty laughter went from baritone to tenor in range. Between the gales of laughter Nikki manage to push out the words “Oh shit!” several times. The words come out in a labored resonance, and her body echoed the torment that they spoke of.
This was not sensory deprivation but pure non-stop sensory overload and Nikki was getting it full force. She really went into overload when another vibrator was introduced to her right foot. Now there were two psychotic butterflies torturing her, fluttering over her hypersensitive soles and sending a monsoon of ticklish sensations through her nervous system. Her body jerked relentlessly and her jagged screams continued.
One Goth’s fingers begin to scrabble light and spider-like over Nikki’s ribs and her back arched again. The Goth used one hand on her ribs while she reached for a firm cushion and seizing the moment when Nikki’s spasming chest was thrust into the air; she wedged the cushion under her back, thereby keeping her chest in permanent thrust. Nikki’s ribs were now prominent and the Goth began to play the full range of your spasming ribs, from the back to the tips. Sliding her fingers back and forth, the Goth began incessantly tickling Nikki’s ribcage, and her once more laughter exploded with a jagged reverberation and resonance.
The Goth now added Nikki’s tummy into the tickling and begin scrabbling over its milky-white, soft and taught surface. Her writhing returned very quickly, Her eyes clenched shut and her mouth opened wide again. The Goth’s finger circled around her exquisitely inviting and helpless button and she traced the circle smaller and smaller. Reaching Nikki’s button, the Goth slipped a finger in easily and her back abruptly arched off the cushion. The Goth had her even more now… She pistoned her finger in and out of Nikki’s delicious dimple. Now the bed was rocking even more and the Goth continued to piston in and out. Between the jagged spurts of laughter,
“P-P-PLEASE STOP!” Nikki screamed, begging to the Goth and promising her anything she wished. But the Goth told Nikki that her only wish is to keep on tickling and that she would never become a Goth by begging.
“You have a long way go before we accept you.” The Goth replied.
