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(Please read Part One: Jami first.)
Melanie's Ticklish Sacrifice Saves The World
Melanie vs The Rat God
by TicklishLurker and Mastertank1
If she were asked what she was doing following her own human around, Chelsea would say it was hunger. The truth was, the cat felt worried. Maybe it was the trait of a black cat - even one with white fur under her chin and belly. Whatever it was, the amber eyed feline followed her owner on silent paws both to and from the store.
Melanie walked in that human way, with that kind of confidence that comes from going for years without so much as someone stepping on their foot. No thought about being mugged or attacked in any way. Especially when treading a well known path. She had been down this sidewalk hundreds of times. Her turn into the alley that led to her home even more.
At she walked, men turned to look. At five feet, two inches tall, Melanie managed to present a curvy body at her 115 pounds. She was wearing a new spring dress that clung to these curves in the right places, but was loose enough to leave enough to the imagination. A dress that teased.
To go with it was a pair of pink strappy sandals that showed off her newly pedicured feet. Even though she didn’t like the way her long toes curled just a bit on her slender peds she knew that there were men - and women - who enjoyed looking at feet, even hers.
Who was she to deny them when she, herself, enjoyed many fantasies, drawings, and pictures of women being tickled? The thought and feeling of her own body being delightfully tortured was something she loved to dwell on.
She was even a member of a couple of web based forums on the subject. The Tickling Media Forum (TMF) and Tickle Theater. There she enjoyed the talents and friendships of many amazing people.
Thinking about that though reminded her of Jami, a member who, along with her dog, had recently mysteriously vanished. None of her clothing had gone, nor her jewelry, books, CDs, sheet music, nothing. Just here and her dog and one of her nightgowns.
It was a huge mystery. One worthy of being solved by the character created by TMF member Mastertank1, Lord Mikran The Hammer.
Shifting her shopping bag to the other arm and running her now free hand through her short blond hair, Melly tried to forget about it. After all, she hadn’t known Jami in person, just through the internet. There was no need for tears in her hazel eyes.
She nearly let out a scream as a rat raced over her ticklish feet. Then more rats came. All running into a door she had never noticed before. When the stream of rats died down, she just had to peek. After all, it wasn’t every day one saw rats running with what seemed to be such - purpose.
What she saw shocked her. Men and women were dancing around a gold statue of a rat. The men seemed to have a more dominant position then the women.
The fact that people were here wasn’t what was so shocking. It was the fact that Melanie recognized them - in a way. They were the bad guys from Mastertank’s stories about Mikran. Surely she was dreaming. This couldn’t be real. It just couldn’t.
Then someone grabbed her by her hair, yanking her into the room, and Melanie knew it was real. Her clothing was stripped from her and she felt what she knew was ridiculous, misplaced embarrassment as the scar that ran from her belly button to the top of her shaved crotch was exposed. It was all part of the fear that made her scream and thrash wildly as they led her to the altar where rats, ready to eat her body once she was dead, swarmed.
......................................................
“I did it!” Jami exclaimed excitedly as flames danced from one finger tip to the other. Since coming to Mikran’s world Jami had found she had a talent for magic.
Since then, between tickling sessions, he had been training her. As suddenly as she created the fire, it went out, but she grew distracted.
“What is it?” Mikran asked, then seeing it in her mind before she could answer, he grabbed his sword and handed Jami a smaller, lighter one.
“It’s Isabeau, I’m sure of it.” Jami said as she strapped on the sword, Audrey alert by her side. “She’s screaming.”
“I know,” Mikran replied and began to cast a spell.
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Chelsea waited until she saw the knife raised, then launched herself from her hiding place on the ugly rodent statue, digging her claws in deep into the Rat worshiper’s scalp. He dropped the knife and began to scream wildly. The cat launched herself off of him and started to go after the rats swarming on the floor killing two and three at a time.
From the altar, Melanie watched as her heroic kitty ran about, killing rats, which in turn disturbed the worshipers. Then, suddenly, a small black and white dog joined in the killing.
Then people were appearing. One was a woman who looked vaguely familiar - and a massive man that Melanie instantly recognized. But it wasn’t possible! Mikran was a work of fiction! Then again, weren’t the Rat God and his worshipers also fictional?
The rat worshiper’s bodies fell left and right and though they got a few blows in, the two people, especially Mikran with his massive sword and his timely spells, soon decimated all the men. The women stood back, not allowed to fight. The animals soon took care of all the rats as well. With the fighting over, the formerly captive women fell to their knees and begged Mikran to send them home, thanking him for freeing them from the men.
“None of us wish to worship the Rat, but we were forced into it. Just as we were forced into this strange world where they have some law about freedom of religion - but we had no freedom. Please, send us back.”
Mikran obliged, sending them to the temple of the Earth Goddess back in their own world. Another spell cleaned up all the bodies. Finally, he healed himself and his fighting team of one human and two pets.
“Hey, Izzy,” Jami said, smiling down upon Melanie. “Not exactly how I imagined our first meeting.”
“Jami?” Melanie asked, now realizing this was the missing woman she knew as TicklishLurker and UberTicklish. “What’s going on?”
“Mmm - basically, Mikran’s real. Apparently Mastertank’s got some mental connection to Mikran, but while he can write the stories, it’s the two of us, who are infatuated with him, who can really link him to this world. However it also means those Rat bastards can also enter our world.”
“I’ll have you untied in a second,” Mikran said. “Though I’m enjoying the view.”
Jami grinned wickedly now. “Well, Mikran,” she said, moving down to Melly’s bare feet, “She is already tied up and you said yourself nothing works better on breaking the Rat god’s hold on a place then the laughter of those about to be sacrificed to him.”
“Jami, you wouldn’t!” Melanie exclaimed. “You know my feet are too ticklish for me to stand it.” Yet the thought excited her. After all, one was her friend, and the other the food of her fantasies.
In reply, Jami lightly fluttered her fingers all over Melly’s bound feet. The bound woman shrieked and struggled, trying to pull her feet away even though she couldn’t. It stopped as quickly as it began. Jami pointed to the rat statue and Melly turned and looked.
A giant crack ran from the top of the statue’s head down to its mouth. Jami tickled Melly’s feet some more and as Melly laughed, she forced herself to watch, though she longed to toss her head around, and the crack grew wider. Jami stopped again.
“You know, Melly,” Jami said, “if you’d allow us to tickle you until the idol crumbles, and then you and your pussy-cat return with us to Mikran’s world, the Rat people can never come here ever again. In a way, you’ll be saving the Earth. What do you say?”
Licking her lips, Melanie said, “Alright - tickle at will.....”
Jami, with a wicked little grin, resumed tickling Melanie’s feet. Melly’s feet were very sensitive, and she resumed laughing at once. As the crack in the icon of the Rat God grew and began to grow offshoots and tributaries, Mikran moved to get a better look.
Jami was using the tips of her well manicured, slightly pointy nails to glide up and down Melanie’s soles, finding and following the little wrinkles when Melly flexed them. Melanie kept laughing harder and harder. Then Jami moved those nails upward to tease Melly’s toes.
Having her toes tickled was too intense for Melly; she howled with laughter till her lungs were empty. Then she drew a breath and howled some more. The cracks in the statue were spreading and multiplying, pieces beginning to flake off and fall to the ground.
When Jami’s nails touched the very tender flesh in between Melly’s toes, Melly’s tightly closed eyes opened wide. She convulsed, and focused her vision to see that Mikran was now standing right at her side.
Melly gasped in a deep breath, fully intending to yell for Jami to stop because she just couldn’t take any more. That was Mikran placed his spread fingers across Melly’s rib cage and gently but firmly started to tickle.
Once again, Melly convulsed, laughing harder and louder than ever. Now, with the hands of her dream man wandering over her torso, the tickling was turning Melly on.
It was way too intense, and the desperately squirming Melanie struggled to blurt out her demand for the tickling to stop. Just as Melly thought she was about to succeed Jami switched her ticklish assault on Melly’s feet from the toes to the hypersensitive arches.
Melanie’s laughter rose in pitch and kept rising until it went past human hearing range. To make matters worse, four of the fingers on each of Mikran’s hands were stroking Melanie’s helplessly displayed underarms now while his thumbs teased the edges of those tender hollows.
Just as the first tear trickled from her eyes, the Rat statue crumbled entirely into powder and fell into a heap on the floor. Mikran kissed the tear away, then kissed Melly’s wide open mouth while she still laughed from the wicked tickling Jami was inflicting on her arches.
That combination of feelings was the most incredible turn on Melly had ever experienced. Her nipples popped like two oven thermometers, her pussy lubed up and her labia started to swell.
When Mikran broke the kiss, an eternity that seemed all too short later, Melanie’s laughter emerged again. Mikran had stopped tickling, buy Jami had not. Mikran cleared his throat to get Jami’s attention; “Ahem. Ahemmm! AAAHHHEEEEMMMMM!!!!!!!”
“Huh? Oh, Mikran. What?”
“Jami. The statue is destroyed. The Rat God’s independent access and presence in this world has been eradicated.”
“Mmmmhmmm?”
“Jami, you can STOP TICKLING MELANIE ANY TIME NOW!!!!!”
Jami hastily clasped her hands behind her back. “Oh. Right. Sorry.”
Mikran mock glared at Jami. “You will be dealt with properly at the appropriate time.”
Jami giggled and clapped her hands; “Promise?”
Mikran sighed. “What will I do with you?”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll think of something!”
“Excuse me?” Melanie interjected. “A little help here?” Nodding at her bound wrists and ankles.
Mikran snapped his fingers, and the bonds were gone. He lifted Melly in one arm, set her on her feet and embraced her. He felt her erect nipples press against his chest, and his magical senses told him how aroused she was. He bent to whisper in her ear; “This time, little one, you will not have to relieve your desire yourself.”
Melly gazed up at him hopefully, and he kissed her again, gently and tenderly this time. With one arm around Melly’s shoulders, he reached out the other and opened a door in the air. Jami, Audrey and Chelsea went through it into Mikran’s private pocket universe. Mikran and Melanie followed.
Just before closing the door behind himself, Mikran tossed off a spell that would prevent those who cared for Jami and Melanie from worrying about them. The spell would give each person an unshakeable conviction that both women were fine.
Mikran smiled at Jami; “Go to your rooms, dear. Melanie will need my undivided attention from now until morning.”
“Can’t I play too?”
“Maybe next time, Jami. This will be a new experience for Melly as it is. We don’t want to pile on too many new things at once. Even if they will all be good.”
He guided Melly into his bedchamber. Closing and sealing the door, Mikran turned to Melanie. He gave her a tender smile, and began to gently and sensually kiss her while swiftly removing her clothing.
Before she knew what was happening, Melanie was nude, standing on the carpet which had magically removed all dirt and dust from her bare feet. She was also completely turned on. Every nerve in her body was eagerly tingling like never before in her life.
Mikran dismissed his own clothing, which crept away in the direction of the laundry room. He sat on the edge of the bed, drawing Melly to stand between his massive legs. His hands wandered eagerly, teasingly all over her nude person. Then Mikran started to tickle Melly again.
Melly delighted giggled and wiggled. When she tried to cover up one ticklish place Mikran’s hand darted to another, and another and another.
She slowly began crouching down.
When Melanie fell to the floor in a merrily giggling fetal ball, Mikran scooped her up and placed her on the bed alongside himself, then spun around so she was in front of him. He resumed his gentle, insistent tickling.
Melanie kept uncontrollably giggling and wriggling. She couldn’t remember ever having so much fun in her life. It was driving her wild, but she loved how it felt.
With a snap of his fingers, Mikran created a magical bondage ball which completely encased Melly’s hands, holding them together and high overhead. Reaching around from behind her, he arranged her shapely legs in a lotus position and created two magical bands to hold her ankles to the tops of her opposite thighs.
Melanie looked around at his face, quizzical but strangely unafraid. Smiling, he whispered; “It’s time for the serious tickling to start.”
At the words, Mel could feel her heart start to pound. She had wanted and dreaded this for years. At last, a lover who would both tickle her and pleasure her. Yes!
Mikran began tickling Melanie’s sides. She laughed sweetly and musically, and happily. Nothing hurt or was uncomfortable. Her new lover kept on kissing her, lickling her ears, nuzzling the sides of her neck. His hands kept on tickling her sides, her armpits, her belly, her breasts, her loins, and her tender inner thighs.
Melanie found that she could not stop laughing. She could feel her arousal and need keep on growing. She also could feel Mikran’s manhood growing, and poking her butt! She was happy to know she was turning him on too!
Then his hands went down to tickle her helpless bare feet. Melanie threw her head back against Mikran’s vast chest and hooted her mirth for a few minutes before settling back into wild, joyful peals of laughter. Melanie now had gone far past the stage of begging for the tickling to stop. Now her desire was to beg him to enter her, to take her, to complete her, to cum inside of her.
Her own thoughts were shocking her! Never before had she been so bold, even within her own mind! But then, never before had she been so deliriously, wildly, maddeningly aroused and needy!
At last, after what felt like forever to the frantically writhing Melanie, Mikran spun her around to face him. He swiftly slid the bands around her ankles together, so that they held her crossed ankles together. He lifted her ankles and ducked his head, hooking her crossed ankles behind his huge neck.
Grasping Melanie’s womanly hips with his hands, Mikran lifted her up in the air and then lowered her, guiding her quivering, ready pussy down onto his erection. He entered her easily, painlessly, then changed the size and the shape of his member to give her the greatest possible pleasure. He stopped changing when he knew that any movement by either of them would send intense blasts of pleasure flowing up her nerve trunks from both her clit and her G-spot.
Mikran leaned back comfortably against the pillows piled up against the headboard. He bent his legs at the knees, planting the bottoms of his feet against the bedding and raising the tops of his thighs to form a support for Melanie’s back.
Gazing steadily into Melanie’s eyes with a wicked grin, Mikran slowly reached his hands up and back, in the direction of Melanie’s defenseless feet. Melanie noticed the movement. When she figured out what was about to happen, her mouth formed an O of shock. She had time to silently mouth; “Oh, NOOOO!”
Then his skilled fingers were tickling her toes, and her whole helpless body exploded in laughter, and she had the best, biggest, longest lasting and most completely satisfying orgasm she had ever experienced. The tickling went on, and her laughter suddenly doubled as she seemed to become abruptly twice as ticklish.
Mikran had loved watching Melanie’s face as she came, so he held back his own climax while he continued to tickle her toes. Bucking and twisting and struggling in sweet, impossibly welcome ticklish agony, roaring with guffaws of merriment, Melanie came again, even better than the first time.
Now Mikran switched to his favorite targets; he tickled the impossibly sensitized arches of Melanie’s feet. He could feel her whole little body shaking with the force of her helpless laughter.
Mikran was carefully keeping track of Melanie’s condition. He knew exactly how much she could actually take. When he got her to that point his fingertips went to the spiderdance technique in the delicate hollows of her arches, and he let himself climax just as she had her sixth orgasm of the night. The new lovers came together, Mikran still tickling, Melanie still laughing.
The storm finally subsided. Mikran dissipated the bonds holding Melanie. She collapsed in a happy heap against his chest and belly, hooking the tops of her feet over his knees, putting her arms around his neck.
Mikran caressed her with his hands, soothing away the tingling left by the tickling. They hugged and cuddled and gently kissed, and eventually slid down to lie side by side and sleep, with her head resting on the pillow of his well padded shoulder. The last waking thought she had was that never had she even dared to imagine being so utterly satisfied, nor so completely happy.
End.
Melanie's Ticklish Sacrifice Saves The World
Melanie vs The Rat God
by TicklishLurker and Mastertank1
If she were asked what she was doing following her own human around, Chelsea would say it was hunger. The truth was, the cat felt worried. Maybe it was the trait of a black cat - even one with white fur under her chin and belly. Whatever it was, the amber eyed feline followed her owner on silent paws both to and from the store.
Melanie walked in that human way, with that kind of confidence that comes from going for years without so much as someone stepping on their foot. No thought about being mugged or attacked in any way. Especially when treading a well known path. She had been down this sidewalk hundreds of times. Her turn into the alley that led to her home even more.
At she walked, men turned to look. At five feet, two inches tall, Melanie managed to present a curvy body at her 115 pounds. She was wearing a new spring dress that clung to these curves in the right places, but was loose enough to leave enough to the imagination. A dress that teased.
To go with it was a pair of pink strappy sandals that showed off her newly pedicured feet. Even though she didn’t like the way her long toes curled just a bit on her slender peds she knew that there were men - and women - who enjoyed looking at feet, even hers.
Who was she to deny them when she, herself, enjoyed many fantasies, drawings, and pictures of women being tickled? The thought and feeling of her own body being delightfully tortured was something she loved to dwell on.
She was even a member of a couple of web based forums on the subject. The Tickling Media Forum (TMF) and Tickle Theater. There she enjoyed the talents and friendships of many amazing people.
Thinking about that though reminded her of Jami, a member who, along with her dog, had recently mysteriously vanished. None of her clothing had gone, nor her jewelry, books, CDs, sheet music, nothing. Just here and her dog and one of her nightgowns.
It was a huge mystery. One worthy of being solved by the character created by TMF member Mastertank1, Lord Mikran The Hammer.
Shifting her shopping bag to the other arm and running her now free hand through her short blond hair, Melly tried to forget about it. After all, she hadn’t known Jami in person, just through the internet. There was no need for tears in her hazel eyes.
She nearly let out a scream as a rat raced over her ticklish feet. Then more rats came. All running into a door she had never noticed before. When the stream of rats died down, she just had to peek. After all, it wasn’t every day one saw rats running with what seemed to be such - purpose.
What she saw shocked her. Men and women were dancing around a gold statue of a rat. The men seemed to have a more dominant position then the women.
The fact that people were here wasn’t what was so shocking. It was the fact that Melanie recognized them - in a way. They were the bad guys from Mastertank’s stories about Mikran. Surely she was dreaming. This couldn’t be real. It just couldn’t.
Then someone grabbed her by her hair, yanking her into the room, and Melanie knew it was real. Her clothing was stripped from her and she felt what she knew was ridiculous, misplaced embarrassment as the scar that ran from her belly button to the top of her shaved crotch was exposed. It was all part of the fear that made her scream and thrash wildly as they led her to the altar where rats, ready to eat her body once she was dead, swarmed.
......................................................
“I did it!” Jami exclaimed excitedly as flames danced from one finger tip to the other. Since coming to Mikran’s world Jami had found she had a talent for magic.
Since then, between tickling sessions, he had been training her. As suddenly as she created the fire, it went out, but she grew distracted.
“What is it?” Mikran asked, then seeing it in her mind before she could answer, he grabbed his sword and handed Jami a smaller, lighter one.
“It’s Isabeau, I’m sure of it.” Jami said as she strapped on the sword, Audrey alert by her side. “She’s screaming.”
“I know,” Mikran replied and began to cast a spell.
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Chelsea waited until she saw the knife raised, then launched herself from her hiding place on the ugly rodent statue, digging her claws in deep into the Rat worshiper’s scalp. He dropped the knife and began to scream wildly. The cat launched herself off of him and started to go after the rats swarming on the floor killing two and three at a time.
From the altar, Melanie watched as her heroic kitty ran about, killing rats, which in turn disturbed the worshipers. Then, suddenly, a small black and white dog joined in the killing.
Then people were appearing. One was a woman who looked vaguely familiar - and a massive man that Melanie instantly recognized. But it wasn’t possible! Mikran was a work of fiction! Then again, weren’t the Rat God and his worshipers also fictional?
The rat worshiper’s bodies fell left and right and though they got a few blows in, the two people, especially Mikran with his massive sword and his timely spells, soon decimated all the men. The women stood back, not allowed to fight. The animals soon took care of all the rats as well. With the fighting over, the formerly captive women fell to their knees and begged Mikran to send them home, thanking him for freeing them from the men.
“None of us wish to worship the Rat, but we were forced into it. Just as we were forced into this strange world where they have some law about freedom of religion - but we had no freedom. Please, send us back.”
Mikran obliged, sending them to the temple of the Earth Goddess back in their own world. Another spell cleaned up all the bodies. Finally, he healed himself and his fighting team of one human and two pets.
“Hey, Izzy,” Jami said, smiling down upon Melanie. “Not exactly how I imagined our first meeting.”
“Jami?” Melanie asked, now realizing this was the missing woman she knew as TicklishLurker and UberTicklish. “What’s going on?”
“Mmm - basically, Mikran’s real. Apparently Mastertank’s got some mental connection to Mikran, but while he can write the stories, it’s the two of us, who are infatuated with him, who can really link him to this world. However it also means those Rat bastards can also enter our world.”
“I’ll have you untied in a second,” Mikran said. “Though I’m enjoying the view.”
Jami grinned wickedly now. “Well, Mikran,” she said, moving down to Melly’s bare feet, “She is already tied up and you said yourself nothing works better on breaking the Rat god’s hold on a place then the laughter of those about to be sacrificed to him.”
“Jami, you wouldn’t!” Melanie exclaimed. “You know my feet are too ticklish for me to stand it.” Yet the thought excited her. After all, one was her friend, and the other the food of her fantasies.
In reply, Jami lightly fluttered her fingers all over Melly’s bound feet. The bound woman shrieked and struggled, trying to pull her feet away even though she couldn’t. It stopped as quickly as it began. Jami pointed to the rat statue and Melly turned and looked.
A giant crack ran from the top of the statue’s head down to its mouth. Jami tickled Melly’s feet some more and as Melly laughed, she forced herself to watch, though she longed to toss her head around, and the crack grew wider. Jami stopped again.
“You know, Melly,” Jami said, “if you’d allow us to tickle you until the idol crumbles, and then you and your pussy-cat return with us to Mikran’s world, the Rat people can never come here ever again. In a way, you’ll be saving the Earth. What do you say?”
Licking her lips, Melanie said, “Alright - tickle at will.....”
Jami, with a wicked little grin, resumed tickling Melanie’s feet. Melly’s feet were very sensitive, and she resumed laughing at once. As the crack in the icon of the Rat God grew and began to grow offshoots and tributaries, Mikran moved to get a better look.
Jami was using the tips of her well manicured, slightly pointy nails to glide up and down Melanie’s soles, finding and following the little wrinkles when Melly flexed them. Melanie kept laughing harder and harder. Then Jami moved those nails upward to tease Melly’s toes.
Having her toes tickled was too intense for Melly; she howled with laughter till her lungs were empty. Then she drew a breath and howled some more. The cracks in the statue were spreading and multiplying, pieces beginning to flake off and fall to the ground.
When Jami’s nails touched the very tender flesh in between Melly’s toes, Melly’s tightly closed eyes opened wide. She convulsed, and focused her vision to see that Mikran was now standing right at her side.
Melly gasped in a deep breath, fully intending to yell for Jami to stop because she just couldn’t take any more. That was Mikran placed his spread fingers across Melly’s rib cage and gently but firmly started to tickle.
Once again, Melly convulsed, laughing harder and louder than ever. Now, with the hands of her dream man wandering over her torso, the tickling was turning Melly on.
It was way too intense, and the desperately squirming Melanie struggled to blurt out her demand for the tickling to stop. Just as Melly thought she was about to succeed Jami switched her ticklish assault on Melly’s feet from the toes to the hypersensitive arches.
Melanie’s laughter rose in pitch and kept rising until it went past human hearing range. To make matters worse, four of the fingers on each of Mikran’s hands were stroking Melanie’s helplessly displayed underarms now while his thumbs teased the edges of those tender hollows.
Just as the first tear trickled from her eyes, the Rat statue crumbled entirely into powder and fell into a heap on the floor. Mikran kissed the tear away, then kissed Melly’s wide open mouth while she still laughed from the wicked tickling Jami was inflicting on her arches.
That combination of feelings was the most incredible turn on Melly had ever experienced. Her nipples popped like two oven thermometers, her pussy lubed up and her labia started to swell.
When Mikran broke the kiss, an eternity that seemed all too short later, Melanie’s laughter emerged again. Mikran had stopped tickling, buy Jami had not. Mikran cleared his throat to get Jami’s attention; “Ahem. Ahemmm! AAAHHHEEEEMMMMM!!!!!!!”
“Huh? Oh, Mikran. What?”
“Jami. The statue is destroyed. The Rat God’s independent access and presence in this world has been eradicated.”
“Mmmmhmmm?”
“Jami, you can STOP TICKLING MELANIE ANY TIME NOW!!!!!”
Jami hastily clasped her hands behind her back. “Oh. Right. Sorry.”
Mikran mock glared at Jami. “You will be dealt with properly at the appropriate time.”
Jami giggled and clapped her hands; “Promise?”
Mikran sighed. “What will I do with you?”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll think of something!”
“Excuse me?” Melanie interjected. “A little help here?” Nodding at her bound wrists and ankles.
Mikran snapped his fingers, and the bonds were gone. He lifted Melly in one arm, set her on her feet and embraced her. He felt her erect nipples press against his chest, and his magical senses told him how aroused she was. He bent to whisper in her ear; “This time, little one, you will not have to relieve your desire yourself.”
Melly gazed up at him hopefully, and he kissed her again, gently and tenderly this time. With one arm around Melly’s shoulders, he reached out the other and opened a door in the air. Jami, Audrey and Chelsea went through it into Mikran’s private pocket universe. Mikran and Melanie followed.
Just before closing the door behind himself, Mikran tossed off a spell that would prevent those who cared for Jami and Melanie from worrying about them. The spell would give each person an unshakeable conviction that both women were fine.
Mikran smiled at Jami; “Go to your rooms, dear. Melanie will need my undivided attention from now until morning.”
“Can’t I play too?”
“Maybe next time, Jami. This will be a new experience for Melly as it is. We don’t want to pile on too many new things at once. Even if they will all be good.”
He guided Melly into his bedchamber. Closing and sealing the door, Mikran turned to Melanie. He gave her a tender smile, and began to gently and sensually kiss her while swiftly removing her clothing.
Before she knew what was happening, Melanie was nude, standing on the carpet which had magically removed all dirt and dust from her bare feet. She was also completely turned on. Every nerve in her body was eagerly tingling like never before in her life.
Mikran dismissed his own clothing, which crept away in the direction of the laundry room. He sat on the edge of the bed, drawing Melly to stand between his massive legs. His hands wandered eagerly, teasingly all over her nude person. Then Mikran started to tickle Melly again.
Melly delighted giggled and wiggled. When she tried to cover up one ticklish place Mikran’s hand darted to another, and another and another.
She slowly began crouching down.
When Melanie fell to the floor in a merrily giggling fetal ball, Mikran scooped her up and placed her on the bed alongside himself, then spun around so she was in front of him. He resumed his gentle, insistent tickling.
Melanie kept uncontrollably giggling and wriggling. She couldn’t remember ever having so much fun in her life. It was driving her wild, but she loved how it felt.
With a snap of his fingers, Mikran created a magical bondage ball which completely encased Melly’s hands, holding them together and high overhead. Reaching around from behind her, he arranged her shapely legs in a lotus position and created two magical bands to hold her ankles to the tops of her opposite thighs.
Melanie looked around at his face, quizzical but strangely unafraid. Smiling, he whispered; “It’s time for the serious tickling to start.”
At the words, Mel could feel her heart start to pound. She had wanted and dreaded this for years. At last, a lover who would both tickle her and pleasure her. Yes!
Mikran began tickling Melanie’s sides. She laughed sweetly and musically, and happily. Nothing hurt or was uncomfortable. Her new lover kept on kissing her, lickling her ears, nuzzling the sides of her neck. His hands kept on tickling her sides, her armpits, her belly, her breasts, her loins, and her tender inner thighs.
Melanie found that she could not stop laughing. She could feel her arousal and need keep on growing. She also could feel Mikran’s manhood growing, and poking her butt! She was happy to know she was turning him on too!
Then his hands went down to tickle her helpless bare feet. Melanie threw her head back against Mikran’s vast chest and hooted her mirth for a few minutes before settling back into wild, joyful peals of laughter. Melanie now had gone far past the stage of begging for the tickling to stop. Now her desire was to beg him to enter her, to take her, to complete her, to cum inside of her.
Her own thoughts were shocking her! Never before had she been so bold, even within her own mind! But then, never before had she been so deliriously, wildly, maddeningly aroused and needy!
At last, after what felt like forever to the frantically writhing Melanie, Mikran spun her around to face him. He swiftly slid the bands around her ankles together, so that they held her crossed ankles together. He lifted her ankles and ducked his head, hooking her crossed ankles behind his huge neck.
Grasping Melanie’s womanly hips with his hands, Mikran lifted her up in the air and then lowered her, guiding her quivering, ready pussy down onto his erection. He entered her easily, painlessly, then changed the size and the shape of his member to give her the greatest possible pleasure. He stopped changing when he knew that any movement by either of them would send intense blasts of pleasure flowing up her nerve trunks from both her clit and her G-spot.
Mikran leaned back comfortably against the pillows piled up against the headboard. He bent his legs at the knees, planting the bottoms of his feet against the bedding and raising the tops of his thighs to form a support for Melanie’s back.
Gazing steadily into Melanie’s eyes with a wicked grin, Mikran slowly reached his hands up and back, in the direction of Melanie’s defenseless feet. Melanie noticed the movement. When she figured out what was about to happen, her mouth formed an O of shock. She had time to silently mouth; “Oh, NOOOO!”
Then his skilled fingers were tickling her toes, and her whole helpless body exploded in laughter, and she had the best, biggest, longest lasting and most completely satisfying orgasm she had ever experienced. The tickling went on, and her laughter suddenly doubled as she seemed to become abruptly twice as ticklish.
Mikran had loved watching Melanie’s face as she came, so he held back his own climax while he continued to tickle her toes. Bucking and twisting and struggling in sweet, impossibly welcome ticklish agony, roaring with guffaws of merriment, Melanie came again, even better than the first time.
Now Mikran switched to his favorite targets; he tickled the impossibly sensitized arches of Melanie’s feet. He could feel her whole little body shaking with the force of her helpless laughter.
Mikran was carefully keeping track of Melanie’s condition. He knew exactly how much she could actually take. When he got her to that point his fingertips went to the spiderdance technique in the delicate hollows of her arches, and he let himself climax just as she had her sixth orgasm of the night. The new lovers came together, Mikran still tickling, Melanie still laughing.
The storm finally subsided. Mikran dissipated the bonds holding Melanie. She collapsed in a happy heap against his chest and belly, hooking the tops of her feet over his knees, putting her arms around his neck.
Mikran caressed her with his hands, soothing away the tingling left by the tickling. They hugged and cuddled and gently kissed, and eventually slid down to lie side by side and sleep, with her head resting on the pillow of his well padded shoulder. The last waking thought she had was that never had she even dared to imagine being so utterly satisfied, nor so completely happy.
End.
