Lake Superior
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The Prince of Renais had always been a headstrong young man. As a child, he'd been scolded many times for making his friends or twin sister cry with his rough and tumble games. He'd been reprimanded for pestering the castle knights into teaching him swordsmanship on several different occasions. So when he'd come of age the fact that he'd thrown himself into pursuits of the martial had come as no surprise to anyone. He shied away from no challenge. The battle against the monsters that infested his homeland of Magvel, the invasion from their former allies of Grado and especially Askr and Nifl's war against Muspel and Hel. The last one indeed had thrilled him the most. The idea of fighting alongside not only his former traveling companions once again but also an entire army of storied Heroes and Villians exhilarated him. Since being summoned to Askr he'd seen such sights. Men who could shapeshift into beasts and birds as well as mages who wielded not just the elements but also the stars and sky as weapons. He'd crossed blades with old allies and fought back to back with sworn enemies. Nothing had excited him more than when the summoner had told him of this battle.
A new hero had entered the fray and had yet to ally with either Askr or King Surtr of Muspel. Apparently, he'd instead elected to hole up with his few soldiers in the same ruins that had summoned along with them into the desert. This had all made sense to Ephraim once he had been told that it was his childhood friend Lyon who led that band. He'd immediately seized his lance Siegmund and volunteered for the vanguard. The fact that Muspellian troops were closing in on the location as well had only strengthened his resolve. Now as they stood outside the ruins he smiled. He believed that the Summoner could have no chosen no better for the excursion. Flanking the horse-borne lord were three men who looked exactly like him and shared his name. The summoner had explained to him once that the three were also him but from different points in his life but they all had been eager to save their friend at learning of his plight.
They'd been joined by a flirty mercenary that had introduced himself to Ephraim as Lazlow but he'd heard him called a different name around the castle and his liege, a dour-faced fellow prince named Xander who had apparently decided to come simply to keep his retainer out of trouble. Lazlow's reasoning for coming was that he had quite a bit of experience with fighting in ruins but Ephraim couldn't help but notice that the Hero had been quite deflated at the revelation that Lyon was a male.
They drew closer to the ruins and began to see bodies strewn across the ground wearing the uniforms of both Muspel and Grado. A loud roar pierced the night and Ephraim charged ahead despite warnings from his other selves to be wary. Upon entering he was greeted with the sight of a massive roaring cyclops standing amid dozens of defeated soldiers of Grado. It stood at the size of ten men and Ephraim was eager to do battle with such a creature until he saw a glimpse of silver between the fingers of the huge creature's hand. On recognizing the unconscious frame of his missing friend Lyon he charged without a second thought. He plunged his lance Siegmund into its ankle and covered his ears at its deafening roar of pain. Its muscles were thick and stopped him from being able to recover his lance. Instead, as the creature raised it's massive foot he hung on by the legendary weapon for dear life as it tried to shake him off. He drew a short dagger and tried to use it to pry his lance free as he saw his other versions and the two Nohrians enter the ruins weapons drawn and charge the creature. He cheered at the sight but the momentary distraction was enough for him to lose his grip on his lance and be dislodged from the creature. The monster seized him in its free hand and tossed him away from the battlefield as it turned its attention to the others. As the Prince flew his last was the creature bowling over all three of his other selves with one strike. He landed with a heavy thud and lost consciousness somewhere out in the dark desert.
When Ephraim awoke the sun was up and his throat was dry. He got to his feet and surveyed the landscape to find naught in any directions but dunes and rocks. He touched his forehead to find it already soaked in sweat and realized that he must have been unconscious in the sun for a dangerous amount of time already. He shed his armor quickly to prevent from overheating as he tried to formulate a plan. The prince had never been the thinker of any group and had always preferred to rely on others for strategy so he chose a direction at random and struck out blindly. As he walked he grew only hotter and shed more clothes to try and alleviate this. He ended up leaving a trail from where he landed of various things. His belt, chainmail and over clothes, and others were quickly left behind without a thought by the royal. When he finally found tracks in the sand he was down to simply his long johns and socks. He found the shape of bare feet in the sand and was overjoyed. He'd been wandering for so long that the sun was starting to set and he was sure that he wouldn't be ready for the cold. He followed them for awhile shivering the whole way and trying not to think upon how the others had fared in their battle. When he finally saw the fires in the distance he had almost completely convinced himself that the others had most definitely won and saved Lyon. He drew closer and could make out some kind of small village with a large bonfire in the center. He drew closer with his hands raised trying to look non-threatening to the villagers.
They seemed to be a tribal people wearing naught more than loincloths and wrapped cloth with necklaces and bracelets that seemed to hang bones and teeth from them. Two men broke from the bonfire and sized him up as he drew closer while the others shooed away children. The two men were both much larger and well muscled than the prince who was not exactly slight himself.
"Help me. Please. I am lost and thirsty. Do you understand?"
They drew closer and quickly moved to surround him while giving no indication that they understood his pleas.
One motioned him closer to the village center while the other stepped behind him to show that this was not optional. He complied and was led into the village where a number of other similar tribals awaited, males and females alike. He was sat down on a hide that had been stretched out over the sand with his escorts sat as well. They handed him a crude waterskin which he guzzled greedily causing all there to smile. One of his guards gestured at the skin and made a motion for another to which he nodded eagerly. His guard laughed and waved for another which was promptly delivered by a skinnier tribal who handed it to Ephraim who eagerly grabbed it. His hand touched the other man's hand and seemed to linger but the teal haired Lord didn't notice as he instead gulped down the water. He immediately noticed that this wasn't water but the burning liquid was still swallowed down. It sat in his belly and made him feel warm all the way through which was nice. The tribals handed him another which he was hesitant to drink at first until the larger tribal behind him clapped him on the back and tipped it down his throat himself. Ephraim sputtered and choked on the fiery liquid but his new friend placed a large hand to his toned stomach and rubbed it through the thin long johns with his rough hands. The other waved the slender one over and took yet another jug from him. With one behind him holding the weak and tipsy prince still, his partner forced the jug his lips and poured yet more of the firewater down him.
The two released him and watched as he got to his feet shakily and stumble around. He collapsed to his knees as the tribals laughed uproariously at the drunken prince. One of the large men came up behind him and wrapped a hand around his waist to pull him up before sitting back down with the gasping hero on his lap. He ran rough fingertips over his new friend's cloth covered stomach and laughed at the goofy expression that overtook his face. He pressed a finger into the prince's cheek and laughed even more at how his hand was swatted away by his sluggish toy. He added the other hand in to dig into Ephraim's stomach. The other tribals laughed at how he clapped his hands to his mouth and how they could hear him cracking behind them as he tried to plead.
"Kehehe please...neheheoo! St-st-stehahap!"
Ephraim hadn't been that ticklish before but as Surtr's power grew with every hero he captured so did Loki and her magic. Now, most of the order was so ridiculously sensitive to Surtr's favorite method of interrogation something that these tribals seemed to know. The other of Ephraim's two escorts came over and seized his wrists in one massive hand and yanked them above his head. He then plunged his free hand into Ephraim's armpit and dug in through the cloth.
"Ahahha! Noohohoo! Geheht awahahaf!! Stahahap!" the drunken prince slurred at his two assailants and tried to kick them away. Unfortunately, in his current state, all he could do was wildly flail his legs which his captors easily avoided except for one. The slender serving boy from before had stepped forward warily and had caught Ephraim's socked foot to the chest for his trouble, he had gone down into the dirt. In retaliation for knocking down one of there own the two bruisers stepped it up a notch. The one behind him released his hold so that the one in front could push Ephraim down face first on the log they had been sitting on. He then sat upon the back of the proud Hero before digging right back to the unwilling drunkard's armpits. Ephraim tried to reach so as to stop the dastard but couldn't due to his positioning so instead opted to again clap his hands to his mouth to try and hold it in.
The weight on his back doubled as he moaned into his hands before he suddenly felt cold night on his pale rump. The other of his captors had yanked down his underclothes and exposed his rear so that he could run his tough fingers over the tight rear.
"Mmmppmm!! Mmmpphh!!" Ephraim shouted into his hands trying to keep it in. The tribal paying attention to his rear pinched and slapped at the skin with one hand while scratching right at the spot where Ephraim's tight rear joined his smooth thighs before bending and placing a kiss at his new favorite spot on the tribe's new toy. Tears began to leak from his eyes serving to further blur his vision as he squirmed under his torturer's attention. He felt his ankle seized and pulled up and broke at the very idea.
"NO! Nohohononono! Nahahahat thehere hawhawhehe! Meehehercy!"
The serving boy ignored him as he traced the prince's foot through the dirty cotton sock. He pulled at the ankle and trapped it between his own thighs while lying back on the log. The slender tribal boy licked his lips at the idea of getting revenge on this bad foot that had embarrassed him. He pinched the big toe to a startled yip from his victim and pulled at the thin sock slowly as he unwrapped his present. The other two tribals slackened off on their tortures before finally stopping completely to enjoy the show their tribesman was putting on to make their victim shriek and beg like this. Their heavy hands stayed right where they were though as a warning to him. The skinnier one finally pulled the sock off and admired the long flexing toes before throwing their former covering into the sand. He immediately placed them into his mouth and began to suck on the tender digits while running his fingers over the sole that he kept taut with his mouth.
"Ahaha! Hahaha! Hehehe! Nononohohoho! Stahahap! Yoohohu're kihiihilling meehehee hawhawhaw!"
Ephraim went wild in his position on the log causing his other captors to make good on their threat and dig back into his muscled hollows and juicy rear driving the drunken prince even further up the wall. He tried again to reach back and stop them but all that did was open even more of sensitive pitties to questing fingers. In frustration, the shrieking hero banged his fists on the log as he felt a tongue wrap around his baby toe and jostle it side to side. Finally, he resorted to simply holding his mouth shut and screwing his eyes shut in the insane hope that he could ignore the tickles that were currently melting his mind. The feeling of soft hands on his wrists though ended even this pointless protest as he opened his eyes to the sight of what may have been the tallest woman he'd ever seen.
She smiled at the berserk teal haired man, revealing her cheeks to be bulging with something and as she pulled his wrists to the ground she crushed her lips to his and spit it into his gasping mouth before a putting a hand over it to keep him from spitting it out. Another tribesman pinched his nose closed so that the frantic man had no choice but to swallow yet another mouthful of there homebrewed firewater or choke on his own laughter. His head was swimming and his vision went dark as she continued to smile at him even as he passed out.
That was the last day of Ephraim's life as a Hero and Prince and the beginning of his life as a hapless slave to the tribe. Over the next month, the people of the tribe would keep him weak and pliable with various berries and mushrooms they'd force him to take under threat of even more tickling which would usually be administered by none other than the same serving boy who had ravaged his foot on his first night in the village. Tonight as Ephraim lie in the dirt he saw him coming again and prepared himself.
The serving boy came every night to feed him and usually have some fun with him before he drifted off to sleep due to exhaustion. From studying conversations between the tribesman he'd figured out that his name was B'naru and now as he came with the usual palm leaf baring his food and drink he was ready to turn the tables. Ephraim's was a short domed cage that wasn't even tall enough for him to sit up in let alone even think of standing up. The most he could achieve was to be on all fours with his hands and knees in the dirt and even then parts of the cage would still rub against him. His long johns were filthy because of this even though the tribespeople "washed" them once after finally understanding his pleas. They'd thrown them in the river and then forced him to wear the sopping cloth as he went about his various humiliating tasks around the village including having the children draw with clay tipped sticks on his ticklish abs or to have his feet traced with the same sticks on a makeshift banner. Every time he looked up to see that flag flying over the village with the outline of an all too familiar foot he flushed at the idea of his sister Eirika recognizing it even with the feather that had been drawn over it.
Now as he waited for B'naru to open the cage bring his food he thought of all the humiliations he'd endured as a way to motivate himself to hurt this person. B'naru had stood out amongst the tribe for his slight frame compared to the robust statures of his fellows. While every single man in the tribe had a physique that transcended mere survival needs and showed instead an interest in showing off while the women here were all at least a foot taller than the prince who was no slouch in either department having trained his just shy of a six-foot frame for battle since childhood. His captor opened the cage and crawled in to lay down the leaf-bearing the food and drink for his prisoner before beckoning him over. Ephraim was all too happy to oblige him and picking up as much speed as he could on his hands and knees like this tackled the other man into the side of the cage causing him to yell for help. Ephraim was quick to make sure that his captor was pinned to the cage before kicking over the drugged food into the dirt with his bare foot. Other tribesmen came running at B'naru's scream dashing Ephraim's plan at escape so instead, he switched to revenge. He hooked his hands into B'naru's underarms and dragged him into the center of the cage while keeping him placid with tickles to his hollows and nips to his neck. He pushed the slender tribesman down and prepared to really punish him but made a fatal mistake.
Despite himself, the Prince of Renais body wouldn't lie for him and as such his penis was currently rock hard through his thin long johns and as such it presented a ready target for the scared tribal under Ephraim so when B'naru seized them by the shaft and ran his light fingers under his balls Ephraim crumbled into the tribesman's arms. In seconds he was flipped by his smaller opponent who gripped it tightly and pulled down his thin pants to expose it completely. He spidered his fingers lightly up and down the shaft as the others opened the cage and grabbed the struggling prisoner who was currently clawing at the dirt to try and escape from his oncoming punishment. He was dragged out and held down as both B'naru and his two captors from when he first was captured reminisced with him by tickling him out of his mind while other tribesmen came over carrying what they usually used to punish him. The shorter of the two musclemen hooked his hands to run his rough fingertips over Ephraim's perked nipples making the Prince go wild in his arms while his bald partner did away with any formalities by simply holding down his ankle and digging into the arch. The other tribesmen lay down a heavy rug in the dirt as Ephraim screamed and begged due to knowing what came next. They relented in their torture long enough to lift up the exhausted prince and place him face down on it. B'naru climbed atop Ephraim's and whispered things in his native language that Ephraim didn't understand as he held his wrists above his head. The others rolled the rug over the two them and laughed along with him as they cocooned the two inside the rug together.
They'd used the rug to transport and even punish him before. He'd recognized its make instantly as being from the Kingdom of Grado that his treasured friend Lyon hailed from, now he feared it like death itself from the time he'd spent trapped in it. Having a partner inside with him was new though, as was how his wrists were being restrained above his head at the moment while him and the merciless B'naru who never for a second relented on his armpits as this was going on. The devil forced his legs between Ephraim's bare ones so that he could force his own loincloth-clad frame against the Prince's scrumptious bottom making him acutely aware of what was beneath that fabric and also forcing's Ephraim's own defenseless member up against the rough fabric of the carpet. When the rolling up was complete and Ephraim couldn't move his body due to the constriction he barely noticed until they threw the water atop him and his partner. This was the usual finishing touch for when they put Ephraim in his punishment carpet. It tightened the fabric to the point where he couldn't move an inch inside the prison and neither could his captor. Not that it mattered to him though as he was right where he wanted to be his hands were right in Ephraim's pits where even the slightest vibration had him howling and his mouth was free to nibble and buzz all along the back of the teal haired man's sensitive neck.
His voice reached a new pitch that he didn't even know it could when the rest of the tribe the as one focused on his helpless size twelve soles. A loop of twine was put around his big toes and drawn tight before a torrent of hands descended upon the ticklish feet. First, wet cloth was dragged up and down them to remove any dirt from the day of work that might mar the long soles. Then the cloth was rolled up and dragged between the toes to get any dirt there as well. At this point, Ephraim's screams were inhuman and starting to frustrate the tribe an angry snapping of fingers brought forth a woman armed with one of his long-missing socks. She balled it up in one hand and forced it in between his teeth deep enough that he couldn't spit it up. She then positioned her hands so that she could tickle lightly at the Hero's ears on either side while B'naru continued to mar his slender neck with red bite marks.
Meanwhile his now pristine size 12's were laid into by the tribe. Each and every one of his desperately wiggling was pinched and pulled in different directions so that every single inch was available to the mob. His toe pads were poked and the stems scratched. Some of them felt like they were in warm and wet caves as tribesmen sucked upon them while others were wrapped in stiff yet soft material and ravished as tribeswomen sawed ostrich feathers between them. His soles were simultaneously being massage, licked and scratched both vigorously and lazily by what felt like a million fingers to his overwhelmed mind. Even the tops were attacked by a few tribeswomen who couldn't find room on his beleaguered soles to play. Fingers drew looping shapes over the skin while others simply pinched and scritched. Even his bound big toes weren't spared as he felt what was unmistakably a tribesmen's cock forced between them and fingers seize them daintily to drag them up and down the thick member. Streams of tears ran down his cheeks and he screamed into his gag for mercy and as he kicked and bucked inside the carpet with what strength he could muster. Just as he could feel B'naru's toes starting to graze his throbbing member the high pitched sound of a horse pierced through the camp followed by the thunder of hoofbeats.
The tribesmen stopped their torture of the defeated prince and reacted in a panic as a whole squadron of cavalry rode through the village. A few seized branches and stones as they charged towards the ax-wielding interloper before them who dismounted quickly and began cutting them down with relish. Through tear-filled eyes, the gasping Ephraim recognized him as Helbindi one of Surtr's generals. Though he feared for his future at his hands if he had been free right now he would have worshipped the ground the man walked on as thanks for punishing his tormentors like this. The intimidating dark-skinned axe fighter even had the unwanted hitchhiker sharing the carpet with the prince struggling out of mostly fear until he silenced B'naru by bringing the butt of his down upon his head. A pair of barefooted compatriots dismounted behind him who Ephraim recognized as Morgan and the former Klein both fellow heroes that had been captured by Muspel. The Archer now known as Giggle-Boy nocked a pair of specialized arrows in his bow and fired at the pair of fleeing tribesmen that had first captured Prince Ephraim. They came apart mid-flight into ropes that wrapped around the ankles of their targets putting both men face down into the dirt where they struggled to try and get free. Giggle-Boy covered his mouth as the sweet sound that gave him his namesake leaked out at the praise he'd get from his mistress for having caught extra toys for the dungeons and how he'd beg her to let him put his tricky in between them as she broke them.
Ephraim hoarsely tried to beg for mercy as the trio chased off the last of the tribals but was drowned out by shouting of the young Morgan as the short hero cast a spell.
"GIGGLENGAGAP!!" he shouted as both the pink and black book and his own right hand glowed with white light as he pointed to his target. The tall woman had thought herself free and clear from the invaders but as the clouds above her parted she made the mistake of hesitating to look up at the strange light that enveloped her. She shrieked as random points along her lanky naked frame were attacked by varied sensations magically. Cold fingers dug into her insteps while warm tongues devoured her neck. Her lower back was teased with fluffy feathers as her armpits felt like stiff ones were drilling into them. She fell to the ground swatting and kicking at nothing as each and every one of her toes and fingers felt like they were being nibbled upon by individual mouths. Morgan whispered an apology under his breath to the woman for both the spell and what her future he'd doomed her to by catching her. Surtr always needed new troops and servants and ticklish ones were his absolute favorite. Still, that was only one capture and if he was to win the evil game that Helbindi had laid out for him then-
The short mage was tackled to the ground by his fellow pleasure slave Giggle-Boy and tried to shield himself from the lunatic tickle assault on his belly.
"Yay! My buddy Morgan caught one! Way to go Morgan! You've got half my score now!" Giggle Boy's lacey apron flapped in the wind with only the strap across his pale buttocks keeping the cloth on the body of the blonde. From behind Helbindi could see literally everything and as the two grappled he set about the binding of their respective catches.
"Noohohoho stop!! Kleihihn pleeheese!!"
"Who?! Morgan buddy I've told you my name!"
The apron-clad tickle pet wrapped his arms around the panties clad waist of his comrade and licked his lips. He smiled and put his lips right under the mages navel and blew.
"PPBBPPTT!!
"Ahahaha! Nononoooho Klehee-"
"Uh-uh-uh! PBBBPPTT!"
"Guahaha Gihih-"
"What was that? Still not my name. BBBPPTT!"
Morgan tried to wedge the tome that Loki had given him between his ticklish belly and the evil boy that was devouring it with raspberries. He wrapped his legs around his attacker who responded with another raspberry but this time to his defenseless side.
"Geeheehehheggle Bohohoy stop pleeheese!!"
"One more but say it clearly Morgan! Otherwise, I won't stop! PPPBBBTT!"
"Giggle-Boy stahahahp you're killing mehehee!"
"There we go. Morgan, you're so soft. It's because Princess Laegjarn spoils you so much you kn-W-wha-wait!!"
Quick as a flash the mage seized the archer by the wrist and simultaneously rolled his hips and was now sitting between his former torturer's shoulder blades with Giggle-Boy's face trapped in his steepled soles. He wasted no time in tickling his allies ears while taunting him.
"I'm too soft? Huh, Giggle-Boy? Who's soft now huh? Tickle, tickle! Cootchie,cootchie, Klein!"
"Mmmheheh hmhmehehmmp!!
"Kiss my feet, Klein! There so soft right? Well then kiss them and maybe I'll let you go!"
His fingers danced inside the blonde's ears and all over them as well as his victim pounded his fists in the dirt and howled into his former victim's soles.
"DO IT GIGGLE-BOY! PUCKER UP OR THESE EARS OF YOURS ARE JUST GONNA KEEP GETTING IT. TICKLE, TICKLE ALL OVER THESE SOFT EARS!!"
A ridiculous grin broke over Morgan's as he felt the tender lips of the other man press to his size 8 sole and worship it. He felt his tongue slip out and couldn't contain it.
"OhhhhhUUUAAHHITFEELSSOOGOOODD!!"
Morgan held his sides as if he might split in half at the amazing feeling, his previous rage completely gone. He fell back across Giggle-Boy's back and huffing and wheezing as Klein easily forced his way out of the foot jail but kept ahold of his ankle. The blue-eyed archer got his way up onto his even with the other slave on his back, making sure to keep that delicious leg of his draped over his shoulder as he placed to the sole and licked up to the knee.
"Ooohhh your soooo meeeaaan..."
"Mmm, and you're so soft. It's nice how Mistress Loki's classes with you are getting you to fit in better. To think you thought you were special to the Princess."
"Noooo sh-she....."
"Doesn't complain, does she?
His tongue entwined into Morgan's toes as saliva dribbled down both his chin and his friends pink sole.
"Mmmm so soft."
He dug his fingers into his instep for an instantaneous reaction.
"AHAHAHAHEE YOUR MEEHEEAN!"
"Awww but you're just so soft. How about that Mister Strategy?"
"How about ambush brats?"
A large caramel colored hand seized Morgan's ankle from Giggle-Boy and shoved the young man down onto his rear. Then another seized his ankle and pulled it into a headlock right next to the other one.
"So did you two happen to forget what we're here for? Because it seems like you did. They stick me with you two shrimp to play babysitter and you think we're out here for a picnic? You roll around with each other like you missed nap time? Well if you little punks wanna act like babies how about we play some kids games?"
Helbindi slapped his big hand across both of the teen's small feet before taking Giggle-Boy's big toe between his fingers and twiddling it.
"This widdle piggy been naughty. Playing when he was told no."
He moved to Morgan's big toe and gently scritched the pad as he wiggled it.
"This little piggy no better. Thinking his boss told a joke.".
He moved back to Klein by pinching his index toe straight getting a startled yelp out of the slave.
"This little piggy had a job to do. Catching toys for his king. He only got two but was lazy, thinking that was."
Morgan's fists beat on Helbindi's broad back as he begged.
"Plee-hee-se Mr. Helbindi I'm saharry!"
He was ignored and squealed when his 2nd toesie was pinched even harder before it was twiddled to the barely a rhyme
"This little piggy even worse! Getting just one for his king. He thinks that his Princess can save but he's gonna learn a few things."
A strong finger went up the sole accompanied by a deep hum as Giggle-Boy's middle toe was the next victim.
"So this teeny piggy got taught right by his Uncle Helbindi's favorite hold."
Morgan tried to clench his tiny digits in defense but they were easily pried open by the savage Axe-Fighters thick fingers and the middle toe got its punishment just like all the others.
"All these little piggies went wee, wee, wee saying they'd do what they were told."
Klein stuffed his fist in his mouth as the next toe was bullied just like all the others.
"So this little piggy learned a lesson. Straightened up and flew right."
Morgan's face was tomato red and he thanked the gods that there were only five piggies on his poor foot as the next verse came at his expense.
"This little piggy got punished and it lasted all through the night. He screamed and he begged as the king watched him laughing at his bad time."
Giggle-Boy's baby toe got it the worst of them all. Flossed between two fingers.
"Or was it this piggy who was bad?"
Morgan's littlest toe got it to finish the game.
"Let's play a game to find out."
"Alright one of you has two points and the other has one. We've got an extra slave right here though that I'm going to give to you shortie. So that now you two are tied which leaves us only with the Prince."
Helbindi dragged the unconscious B'naru out of the carpet and set to binding him as he continued lecturing the two.
"Way I see it Princey here has two feet and we've got two boys out in here who are in trouble. So let's make it a contest. Whoever the Prince says is the winner gets off the hook. The loser is going with him to Surtr's chambers."
"Pl-please no-no more ple-please I beg you!"
The desperate voice of Prince Ephraim cut in to beg for respite. Instead, the rough hand of Helbindi ruffled his hair as the general mocked him.
"Haha, sorry friend if you don't like this. This is your life now I'm afraid. Whatever happens here is gonna be gentle compared to when Surtr gets you. Alright, boys line up let's see what you got.
Giggle-Boy and Morgan each dropped to their knees before Ephraim and took a foot each. Morgan looked back at Helbindi with a questioning look while Giggle-Boy dove right in and ran his fingers all over the long sole he had in front of him.
"C'mon on laugh Mr. Prince I know it tickles and so do you so laugh! Cootchie cootchie! C'mon laugh already! There's no way these soft feet aren't ticklish. Doesn't it tickle when I pinch at these arches? Oooh, tickle tickle when I run my nails on this nice arch hmmm? C'mon how come you aren't laughing?"
"N-n-no. I-i-it it doe-doesn't t-t-ti-tic-tickle!"
"You're such a liar! Come on why are you being so silly?! JUST LAUGH!!"
"G-go an-and h-h-hehe-hang!"
Giggle-Boy pulled at his hair before going even harder on the Restoration Lord.
"You're telling me these pretty toes of yours aren't ticklish? That when I twiddle them like this! Deedle, leedle! Or scratch their undersides like this! Cootchie, cootchie! That doesn't make you wanna laugh?!"
"N-n-n-nev-never! No-naha-not aha-ahall!"
"Ooooh you're lying I can hear those giggles in there. Those sweet giggles want out! How about these nice heels? Soooo smooth and firm. Maybe just one finger? One tickly finger on the bottom? Tickle, wickle goes the widdle finger. Will the strong prince laugh now?"
"Nehe-nehe-no!"
Giggle-Boy looked back at Helbindi who was staring daggers at him before turning to Morgan who had yet to do a thing to the foot before him.
"So what you just give up?! You could at least help!" the desperate tickler hissed at him.
"I'm devising a strategy."
With that Morgan reached over to the carpet that currently had Ephraim restrained and pulled it open. To the shock of all three of the others, he then crawled up into the carpet himself until he had completely disappeared from sight. They watched the lump in the carpet that signified the youth until it settled in at Ephraim's chest. They were all silent until...
"AHAHAHA-NOHOHEEHEHA! HAWHAWHAW, STAHAHAWAP! STAHAHAP PLEEHEEHEESE!! DOHOHON'T NOHOHO NAHAT THEHEHERE!!"
In seconds the brave Prince who'd been stubbornly refusing giggle boy was gone. Taking his place in the roll-up was a pitiable boy who was shrieking for mercy from unseen torments. Helbindi clapped his hands together at the sight while Giggle-Boy stared on slack-jawed. Inside the carpet, the young strategist attacked Ephraim on a multitude of fronts. His hand was dug into one his armpits where it teased the hairs inside the sensitive hollow while the other hand lightly brushed back and forth its fingers over the teal haired man's shoulder blades.
"You little sneak Morgan!" Helbindi laughed "When did you get so good?"
If this had been any other situation and any other time the short teen would have blushed at the praise but inside the thick carpet he could barely understand the muffled voices from the outside. Even if he did hear them at the moment his mouth was busy with keeping Ephraim's left nipple trapped between his teeth ever so gently. The sensitive nub was teased by soft nips and aroused by hard licks which it was clearly enjoying. After all the mage rationalized, if he wasn't enjoying it then why was the tasty little nub standing so straight in here? Morgan's tiny size 8's even contributed to the torture with the little toes dragging up and down on the prince's abdominals through his thin over shirt, the flat nails still served their purpose in adding a high pitched squeal to the overall symphony of torture that Ephraim was making outside the roll-up.
His other foot rubbed the head of Ephraim's cock against its soft sole slowly and teasingly making the body beneath the mage squirm and sweat. Morgan continued his spider monkey-esque tickling assault until the feeling of something poking him in the inner thigh made the man jump in fright inside the blanket biting the nipple in his mouth much harder than he meant to, he realized that it was just Prince Ephraim's manhood poking up much like his own was into the man's ribs but by then it was too late.
"AHAHHAHA YOU WIHIHIN! YOU WIHIHIN!! YOOHOHOU WIHIHIIN DAHAHMMIT JUHUHST STAHAHP YOU WIHIHIN!! GOHOHODS!! MEHEHERCY!! MEHEHERCY YOU WIHIHIN!!"
Helbindi laughed and clapped his hands at the broken prince.
"Hahaha, now that was a show! Princess Laegjarn trained you well Morgan. Looks like your gonna have a long night Giggle-Boy!"
The defeated slave had moved past his amazement at his comrade's performance to jealousy at how his own skills had been so ruthlessly shown up by his junior.
"How...when did he even?!"
"PLEEHEHEESE I SUHUHURRENDER! NOHOHOO MOOHORE! STAHAHAHHAP!! GAHAHADS STAHAHAHAP PLEEHEESE!! IHIHILL DO ANAHANYTHING JUHUHST STOHOHOP!! WAHHAWHA WAHAHA!"
Ephraim's increasingly desperate pleas continued as the two watched until Helbindi called out for Morgan to stop. When he still didn't the general realized that the slave probably couldn't hear him inside the thick carpet serving to imprison him and his victim. He stepped over to the head of the trapped man and lifted the carpet slightly so as to yell inside at the short mage to knock it off when two things happened. One a blonde haired flash zipped past Helbindi faster than he could react, it was Giggle-Boy who had moved past jealousy to anger and was diving into the carpet roll-up with the express purpose of punishing the little runt that had just shown him up. Helbindi dropped the carpet over top of the three of them now and smiled at how much easier his job now was.
Inside the carpet though Morgan audibly yipped in a most unbecoming fashion as he was suddenly attacked by his former comrade. Giggle-Boy seized him by the hip with one and with the other tickled his smooth thigh causing the boy to dance and writhe against the Prince he had formerly been torturing.
"Haha, that's what you geHEHEHET!?!"
Giggle-Boy had made a massive error in his haste to get back at Morgan. The second Helbindi had lifted the carpet somebody had been very eager to reposition himself and now Ephraim had pushed aside Giggle-Boy's frilly apron and ran his fingers over the ticklish belly beneath it, simultaneously he wrapped his other arm around his other attacker and pulled Morgan against his chest tightly then began tickling his armpit in revenge. Both of Surtr's slaves laughed at the sudden reversal of fortunes but Giggle-Boy ever determined reached one hand up and seized Ephraim's erect cock through his thin nightclothes and spidered his fingers over the wet spot in the fabric at the tip.
Ephraim shrieked at the new attack and slackened in his own efforts in response. Giggle-Boy's other hand continued his original mission and ran a few fingers along the top of Morgan's foot to keep his compatriot squirming.
"YOHOOHUU CHEEHEEHEEAT KLEHIHIEN!!" he squealed with his voice muffled from his face down position into Ephraim's chest. His face was stuck to the wet skin by the intermingling of his and the Prince's sweat but he still pushed through his own laughter and retaliated. First, he took advantage of his current position as unfortunate as it was and inhaled deeply of the stuffy air inside the carpet for his counter-attack.
"PBBBBBTTPPPP!!!"
Ephraim's high pitched peal of laughter actually annoyed Helbindi enough that he stomped over to push the trapped man's head entirely into his mummifications so as he wouldn't have to hear it. Morgan wasn't done though as his hands moved out on individual missions as well. One hand went down to get between the Lord's thighs and run a few fingers around inside the wonderful valley. While the other went up, up, upon a mission of vengeance. It brushed aside the apron of his traitorous ally and seized it's target firmly by the shaft. He squeezed the organ tightly and snuck one finger up to run along the opening in teasing strokes but still keeping it tightly clamped enough so as not let but a dribble of pre-cum sneak out whenever he willed it with a slight release of pressure in his grip. An idea formed in the mind of Prince Ephraim at how his captors assaulted each other and he decided that at this point he had nothing to lose by acting on it.
His hand in Morgan's armpit withdrew and the short tactician was grateful until it plunged down the front of his panties everything bunched inside with reckless abandon. The assault was too much for the magician and he spurted all over himself and the lancer's hand. The surge that ripped through his body was enough for his grip to loosen enough to allow Giggle-Boy to do the same in sympathy and who in turn let Ephraim do the same. The three breathed heavily as they all finally lay still, too exhausted to continue but with their hands still in the same places in equal parts as warnings to each other and out of lack of energy to move them. A feeling of frigid cold overtook the trio as on the outside Helbindi threw water over top the carpet. To Morgan and Giggle-Boy it was welcome on their hot skin but Ephraim panicked as he knew what this meant. He tried to struggle but already found the carpet getting heavier upon him until he couldn't move but the slightest bit. The other struggled to try and get free but only succeeded in tiring themselves out while Ephraim simply enjoyed the break. Back on the outside the powerful general Helbindi easily hefted the carpet the up and onto the pair of horses that had formerly brought Morgan and Giggle-Boy but now would carry all three former heroes. He smiled at how easy this had been. When Surtr had sent him out to capture the member of the Askran forces that had fled he had been prepared for a fight if not from those harboring the man then from Morgan when he was to bring him before Surtr for "personal" conditioning. Instead, now he was riding back to Castle Muspel with not only the target bound neatly up but also Morgan as well and Giggle-Boy for a perfect sweep of all three. After all, Giggle-Boy had lost the game and as such would share Morgan's time with Surtr. He was a man of his word after all. Combine that with the small party of new slaves that he'd grabbed that now trailed behind the horses and Helbindi considered this a good day, to say the least. The muffled sounds of struggle from inside the carpet gave way to faint laughter from inside meant that the three seemed to have decided to spend the trip playing with each other in there rather than trying to get loose. The other two lost consciousness eventually leaving Ephraim alone in the oppressive darkness sweating and soaked in a cocktail of blended juices before drifting off himself.
When the teal haired hero awoke it was once again to the sound of Surtr's pair of tickle slaves screaming for mercy through their own laughter. The sound of clanking chains came from above him and he was pulled to his feet by his wrists allowing him to get a look at the tortures that his former captors were facing at the hands of his new ones.
Morgan's face was beet-red as he dangled from the ceiling in the same set-up as Ephraim. His feet were nowhere near the ground like Ephraim's though. No instead each of Morgan's small size eights were held in separate headlocks by two different women who were as naked as the day they were born and who Ephraim recognized as fellow members of the Order of Heroes that protected Askr. The smaller blonde girl kept a firm headlock on the mage's foot and scratched all over it with her pointy red nails that her mistress Loki had given her. She would have rather been tormenting her brother but she'd be damned if she'd let this behemoth of a woman from under the princesses bed outdo her. The former Sheena thought the same as the smaller woman she was competing with here but while her opponent was just naturally competitive Laevateinn's pillow feared what her mistress would do if she felt she was outperformed here. So just as her ally attacked the foot she had with ferocity instead she was methodical and slow. She dragged a pair of fingers along the sensitive skin and made sure they got every single inch. In between the wrinkles, under the toes along the top, not a single spot was spared in her slow but steady progress. This was a trick she'd learned from Laevateinn who'd used it many times on her as the short pinkette drifted off to sleep to the sounds of her muffled screams from under the bed.
The nineteen-year-olds sides couldn't be seen as they were completely enveloped in the thick white feathers of the beautiful blonde woman who stood behind him and sang softly into his ear. The giant sheets of soft feathers brushed over every single inch of the young mage's body from his thighs to his armpits and drove him wild. He bucked and screamed, rattling the chains that hung from the ceiling and giving great trouble to the woman underneath him. Her name had once been Thrasir but now she was simply yet another of the maids Surtr assigned to take care of his youngest daughter. While she hummed a jaunty tune to herself she worked a horse-hair brush along his taint and smiled at how his pitch changed depending on where she worked. When she went up his pitch went up accordingly and went down he dissolved into nonsensical sounds that seemed to be pleas. Through all of this, another woman stood behind the man cradling his head in her arms. Her white twin-tails would conceal his face whenever she leaned in to whisper encouragements in his ear.
"Great job Morgan you're doing so good. King Surtr is just pleased as punch with your performance and hopes that you're enjoying yourself as well. What's that? Your not?! Look at that huge smile on your face though sweetie! Nobody likes liars Morgan."
Yes, the teases Morgan's mother whispered to him was just the bittersweet icing on the cake. She snapped her fingers and the others relented as she brought up some water to Morgan's lips and forced it between them. He babbled to her, begging for her help and mercy but she simply shushed the begging teen as if he was a child throwing a tantrum. She offered him more water which he greedily took as she motioned for the others to resume behind him.
"Mother, please! Help me and we can escape together! Princess Laegjarn will heHEHEHAHAH HAHAWHAWHO NOHOHOO! MOOHHOHOHTHEHER PLEEHEEHEESE!"
"Don't worry about the Princess, Morgan. Loki and my lady Laevateinn are already having a good talk with her about how disappointed her father is with her. You just worry about you Morgan and how lucky you are to get that thing that your mother just knows you love. Tickles! Soleil if you would?"
Morgan lapsed into wordless torment as pink-haired head descended on his belly and let out the loudest raspberry Ephraim had ever heard in his life.
Ephraim searched around the room for his other captor Giggle-Boy and finally found him by inclining his vision downwards to find the blonde. Unlike Morgan, he wasn't bound except for a ball gag forced between his lips but just like Morgan he was tied up in a knot of bodies that tickled every inch of him in various ways. His feet were claimed by the pair of husbands Lif and Eldigan who ran quills between his toes idly before scratching messages into the soft soles and showing each other before giggling like schoolgirls at the secret conversation they were having in this evil way.
A toned pair of legs kept the archers head trapped between his thighs while Twinkle-Toes tickled idly at the boy's ears using his blonde ponytail as a brush for maximum humiliation. Occasionally the silver-haired dragon boy would show off the flexibility that had made him King Surtr's favorite by bending forwards to lay a gentle kiss upon his victim's nose while still keeping him trapped.
A long mane of glorious red hair was pressed to the side of the former Klein's lightly muscled chest and listened intently as a strong pair of hands roamed over his ribs and nipples. Surtr's loyal footman listened intently at the reactions he got this way before nodding and adjusting his positioning to get a different one with some of the many toys his liege had tied into gorgeous red hair, he noted the reaction he got with the feather over the nipple and moved on to try the brush upon the navel.
Three people that Ephraim didn't recognize worked upon Giggle-Boy's penis and judging by how still the man lay he could hazard a guess on how long they'd been at it. Giggle-Boy's whole body jerked under them before a splatter of semen slapped onto the floor next of them. One member of the trio held up both of his hands with nine fingers up to show the current count to another party and that is when Ephraim turned to see Surtr. The King of Muspel sat upon a throne made of stone in the gloom with the sole torch in the room behind him. On either side of him was a pair of posts each with a naked man struggling against his bondage to it. He recognized the coiffed blonde of Prince Xander of Nohr who had accompanied him on this mission originally and his faithful retainer Lazlow was bound next to him. The two muscled hunks sat upon the ground with their wrists bound above them kicking their legs as they tried to break themselves free. Occasionally King Surtr's massive hand would stroke down their arms idly which would make the once proud warriors flinch in fear of what was to come or could be done. Still, the King's attention was on one thing and thing only so he did it halfheartedly. He stared holes in Ephraim as his giant face broke into a twisted smile. One hand moved to his gargantuan cock while the other raised itself into the air to snap his fingers.
As one the men all over Giggle-Boy stopped their torment of their comrade and turned to their king who gestured for them to come to him. They all did except for the three Ephraim couldn't make out in the gloom instead those three men started approaching him. They took long steps and sashayed their hips like dancers as they did letting him make out more details. They were all mainly naked except for thin belts from which hung various tools such as brushes and feathers, their arms and legs sported several bands and bangles made of cloth that seemed designed for ease of removal. He noticed their cocks were all at full mast as they approached and even leaking but some kind of ring was around the bottom of the shaft on each one. Two broke away and got behind him but the third finally stepped out of the darkness and gave Ephraim a look at a face that he recognized far too well. He had the glazed eyes of one of Surtr's unwilling converts but still, he stared into his own eyes. It was one of the other three versions of himself that the Order had sent on this mission originally. The bewitched clone's tongue peeked out as he cupped Ephraim's chin and taunted him as he tried to pull away.
"Such a handsome face for me and my brothers to see. Oh, what faces will you make when we have you? I truly cannot wait to see!"
One of his clones suddenly struck from behind and mashed a handful of golden powder into Ephraim's face. He then leaned in enough to give a look at yet another visage of his twisted by the very powder that had just been used on him. He knew what that was and how the Ruler of Flame used it on his former allies to make them into these broken toys he played with now. The demented version of him behind him ran his fingers lightly through his armpits making Ephraim snicker and wonder when he'd been shaved. The fingers ran nimbly through the muscled hollows searching for the place that would bring the most delightful sounds from himself. The index fingers dove into the deepest part of the pit and started to sketch shapes as the Prince lost control of himself.
"GEHEEHET OUHOHOUTT!! STAAHAHP PLEEHEESE!! HOW DIHIHID YOHOHOU KNOHOW!?! HAHAW HEHEHE!!"
"How? How wouldn't I? Who knows this wonderful body better than us?"
The Prince of Renais felt his legs forced apart and looked down to see a pair of familiar legs forcing themselves between his own, he tried to protest but those fingers found their way back into his pits and he dissolved into laughter. The first copy now dropped to his knees to begin teasing Ephraim's trapped thighs and hips with his tongue. He seized his doppelganger by the waist to keep the man still and his meal uninterrupted as he began nibbling on the squirming hipbones.
"NOOOHOHOO PLEEEHHEEESAAH!!!"
The third of his former allies entered the fray finally. Slipping under the dangling royal and using his hand to trap his bare right foot upon his shoulder. He pinched the big toe to hold the squirmy size 12 steady before skittering some fingers along the instep.
"MEEEHERCYY!!!"
He ignored and then dragged a finger along the underside of the toes making sure to get the nail in.
"I'LL DOHOOHOOO AHAHAHNNYTHIHING!! STAHAHHAAPPP!!"
He brushed his teeth along td he stem of the trapped big toe. Sampling the reactions of his prey.
"NAHAHAT THAHAHTT!! PLEEHEESE NOOOOHOHO!! YOOHOHU WIIIHIHIN!"
"Mmmm yes we did pretty man but not now. King Surtr won long ago and you'v e just been a spoiled brat denying him his prize."
"NOOHOHOOOO HAHAHA PLEHEHEESE! I'M SOHOHOHORRY!!"
The copy behind him reached his hands around Ephraim's chest and began flicking the begging man's pointed nipples.
"Ohh we know you're sorry Ephraim you bad boy."
The copy under him turned around and after placing a gentle kiss among his other selves toes reached back to savage his knees.
"NOOOHOO, NOOOHOO, PLEEHEESEE NOOHOO! I'LL TEEHEELL YOOHOOU AHHANNYHIHING!!"
"Will you? Will you sell out where your comrades are hiding? King Surtr is always hungry for more just like the flames he rules. Could you maybe tell us how to capture him the Prince Alfonse? Our master has a special plan for him and can't wait to use him. Well, Ephraim, will you tell us where he is? Tickle, tickle!"
The copy before him punctuated this request by digging his fingers into the ribs of his chained victim as he hung there. Chasing the sensitive bones around into the tasty small of his back, relishing how he involuntarily presented that muscled stomach to him.
"AHAHAHA I DOON'T KNOHOHOW WHEHERE HEHEHE IS! HAHAW I HAHEEVEN'T SEEN THEHEM IN MOHOHONTHS!"
The Ephraim behind grew jealous of the one in front encroaching on his territory and decided to pay him back. He reached around to the front and lay his hand under the erect member of his unfortunate self. Like a scared animal, he cradled the twitching cock and used the fingers of his other hand to stroke his new friend until rewarded him with a spray of white over his palm.
"We know you don't. We were just teasing you. Seeing who your willing to give to our and soon to be your King. Who of your friends will you see in chains next to you? King Surtr has taken an interest in art and has a pedestal in the hall prepared for some. Maybe Joshua? Bound so tight that he can't move a single pretty red hair. Loki can use her magics to leave him with a spell that will leave him smiling there even with no playmates around."
"YEEHEEHEES, YEHHEEHEES PLEAASE JUST LEHEHET ME DOOHOWN! I'LL GIHIHIVE YOU JOHOHSHUHA!!"
From below the sneakier of the three rearranged the foot that he had claimed as his own. He dragged it back so that he could place it against the toned buttock of the prisoner, forming a delicious "U" of wonderful ticklish flesh. He hungrily dragged his nails up and down both sides.
"So quick to hand him over that it's surprising. We all know that you don't know where he is."
"WHAHAHAT DOOHOO YOOHOU WAHAHNT?!
A gigantic hand seized Ephraim by the chin and forced him to look upwards at the massive king Surtr. Warning his slaves with a grunt they backed away and allowed their king his undivided attention as they fell in line with the kneeling ranks of his other servants. One hand seized the broken prince by the buttock and lifted him with it off the ground.
"Want?" The deep voice boomed like a volcano booming to life.
"I have what I want from you. You. Did it not occur to you that if I wanted information that it would have been easier to get it from the other three? What more could somebody who'd spent so long as the plaything of a desert rats tell me that they couldn't? I wanted you for this body that now hangs before me."
He picked up the other leg and now lifted him up. His great cock slid along the leg until it forced it's way between the lord's cheeks earning a indecipherable moan from him.
"OOAHH PL-PLEASE!"
The thick member slid deeper in until the Restoration Lord's own spurted white again this time over the brown skin of his new master. He pulled it from inside him just as quickly as he had placed it in leaving his toy to hang exhausted from his chains, knees too weak to stand. He snapped his fingers and his pack of slaves descended upon him hungrily to tickle, tease and pleasure the last sparks of rebellion and consciousness out of that teal haired head.
Surtr turned away from the sight meaning to instead check on his daughter's interrogation of her sister. He had plans for this youth since he had bothered to complete this set. Only one other had escaped the battle that had given him so many new toys and he could think of no better to bring Lyon of Grado to him than his best friend times four. They'd make such beautiful music together to fill his castle.
A new hero had entered the fray and had yet to ally with either Askr or King Surtr of Muspel. Apparently, he'd instead elected to hole up with his few soldiers in the same ruins that had summoned along with them into the desert. This had all made sense to Ephraim once he had been told that it was his childhood friend Lyon who led that band. He'd immediately seized his lance Siegmund and volunteered for the vanguard. The fact that Muspellian troops were closing in on the location as well had only strengthened his resolve. Now as they stood outside the ruins he smiled. He believed that the Summoner could have no chosen no better for the excursion. Flanking the horse-borne lord were three men who looked exactly like him and shared his name. The summoner had explained to him once that the three were also him but from different points in his life but they all had been eager to save their friend at learning of his plight.
They'd been joined by a flirty mercenary that had introduced himself to Ephraim as Lazlow but he'd heard him called a different name around the castle and his liege, a dour-faced fellow prince named Xander who had apparently decided to come simply to keep his retainer out of trouble. Lazlow's reasoning for coming was that he had quite a bit of experience with fighting in ruins but Ephraim couldn't help but notice that the Hero had been quite deflated at the revelation that Lyon was a male.
They drew closer to the ruins and began to see bodies strewn across the ground wearing the uniforms of both Muspel and Grado. A loud roar pierced the night and Ephraim charged ahead despite warnings from his other selves to be wary. Upon entering he was greeted with the sight of a massive roaring cyclops standing amid dozens of defeated soldiers of Grado. It stood at the size of ten men and Ephraim was eager to do battle with such a creature until he saw a glimpse of silver between the fingers of the huge creature's hand. On recognizing the unconscious frame of his missing friend Lyon he charged without a second thought. He plunged his lance Siegmund into its ankle and covered his ears at its deafening roar of pain. Its muscles were thick and stopped him from being able to recover his lance. Instead, as the creature raised it's massive foot he hung on by the legendary weapon for dear life as it tried to shake him off. He drew a short dagger and tried to use it to pry his lance free as he saw his other versions and the two Nohrians enter the ruins weapons drawn and charge the creature. He cheered at the sight but the momentary distraction was enough for him to lose his grip on his lance and be dislodged from the creature. The monster seized him in its free hand and tossed him away from the battlefield as it turned its attention to the others. As the Prince flew his last was the creature bowling over all three of his other selves with one strike. He landed with a heavy thud and lost consciousness somewhere out in the dark desert.
When Ephraim awoke the sun was up and his throat was dry. He got to his feet and surveyed the landscape to find naught in any directions but dunes and rocks. He touched his forehead to find it already soaked in sweat and realized that he must have been unconscious in the sun for a dangerous amount of time already. He shed his armor quickly to prevent from overheating as he tried to formulate a plan. The prince had never been the thinker of any group and had always preferred to rely on others for strategy so he chose a direction at random and struck out blindly. As he walked he grew only hotter and shed more clothes to try and alleviate this. He ended up leaving a trail from where he landed of various things. His belt, chainmail and over clothes, and others were quickly left behind without a thought by the royal. When he finally found tracks in the sand he was down to simply his long johns and socks. He found the shape of bare feet in the sand and was overjoyed. He'd been wandering for so long that the sun was starting to set and he was sure that he wouldn't be ready for the cold. He followed them for awhile shivering the whole way and trying not to think upon how the others had fared in their battle. When he finally saw the fires in the distance he had almost completely convinced himself that the others had most definitely won and saved Lyon. He drew closer and could make out some kind of small village with a large bonfire in the center. He drew closer with his hands raised trying to look non-threatening to the villagers.
They seemed to be a tribal people wearing naught more than loincloths and wrapped cloth with necklaces and bracelets that seemed to hang bones and teeth from them. Two men broke from the bonfire and sized him up as he drew closer while the others shooed away children. The two men were both much larger and well muscled than the prince who was not exactly slight himself.
"Help me. Please. I am lost and thirsty. Do you understand?"
They drew closer and quickly moved to surround him while giving no indication that they understood his pleas.
One motioned him closer to the village center while the other stepped behind him to show that this was not optional. He complied and was led into the village where a number of other similar tribals awaited, males and females alike. He was sat down on a hide that had been stretched out over the sand with his escorts sat as well. They handed him a crude waterskin which he guzzled greedily causing all there to smile. One of his guards gestured at the skin and made a motion for another to which he nodded eagerly. His guard laughed and waved for another which was promptly delivered by a skinnier tribal who handed it to Ephraim who eagerly grabbed it. His hand touched the other man's hand and seemed to linger but the teal haired Lord didn't notice as he instead gulped down the water. He immediately noticed that this wasn't water but the burning liquid was still swallowed down. It sat in his belly and made him feel warm all the way through which was nice. The tribals handed him another which he was hesitant to drink at first until the larger tribal behind him clapped him on the back and tipped it down his throat himself. Ephraim sputtered and choked on the fiery liquid but his new friend placed a large hand to his toned stomach and rubbed it through the thin long johns with his rough hands. The other waved the slender one over and took yet another jug from him. With one behind him holding the weak and tipsy prince still, his partner forced the jug his lips and poured yet more of the firewater down him.
The two released him and watched as he got to his feet shakily and stumble around. He collapsed to his knees as the tribals laughed uproariously at the drunken prince. One of the large men came up behind him and wrapped a hand around his waist to pull him up before sitting back down with the gasping hero on his lap. He ran rough fingertips over his new friend's cloth covered stomach and laughed at the goofy expression that overtook his face. He pressed a finger into the prince's cheek and laughed even more at how his hand was swatted away by his sluggish toy. He added the other hand in to dig into Ephraim's stomach. The other tribals laughed at how he clapped his hands to his mouth and how they could hear him cracking behind them as he tried to plead.
"Kehehe please...neheheoo! St-st-stehahap!"
Ephraim hadn't been that ticklish before but as Surtr's power grew with every hero he captured so did Loki and her magic. Now, most of the order was so ridiculously sensitive to Surtr's favorite method of interrogation something that these tribals seemed to know. The other of Ephraim's two escorts came over and seized his wrists in one massive hand and yanked them above his head. He then plunged his free hand into Ephraim's armpit and dug in through the cloth.
"Ahahha! Noohohoo! Geheht awahahaf!! Stahahap!" the drunken prince slurred at his two assailants and tried to kick them away. Unfortunately, in his current state, all he could do was wildly flail his legs which his captors easily avoided except for one. The slender serving boy from before had stepped forward warily and had caught Ephraim's socked foot to the chest for his trouble, he had gone down into the dirt. In retaliation for knocking down one of there own the two bruisers stepped it up a notch. The one behind him released his hold so that the one in front could push Ephraim down face first on the log they had been sitting on. He then sat upon the back of the proud Hero before digging right back to the unwilling drunkard's armpits. Ephraim tried to reach so as to stop the dastard but couldn't due to his positioning so instead opted to again clap his hands to his mouth to try and hold it in.
The weight on his back doubled as he moaned into his hands before he suddenly felt cold night on his pale rump. The other of his captors had yanked down his underclothes and exposed his rear so that he could run his tough fingers over the tight rear.
"Mmmppmm!! Mmmpphh!!" Ephraim shouted into his hands trying to keep it in. The tribal paying attention to his rear pinched and slapped at the skin with one hand while scratching right at the spot where Ephraim's tight rear joined his smooth thighs before bending and placing a kiss at his new favorite spot on the tribe's new toy. Tears began to leak from his eyes serving to further blur his vision as he squirmed under his torturer's attention. He felt his ankle seized and pulled up and broke at the very idea.
"NO! Nohohononono! Nahahahat thehere hawhawhehe! Meehehercy!"
The serving boy ignored him as he traced the prince's foot through the dirty cotton sock. He pulled at the ankle and trapped it between his own thighs while lying back on the log. The slender tribal boy licked his lips at the idea of getting revenge on this bad foot that had embarrassed him. He pinched the big toe to a startled yip from his victim and pulled at the thin sock slowly as he unwrapped his present. The other two tribals slackened off on their tortures before finally stopping completely to enjoy the show their tribesman was putting on to make their victim shriek and beg like this. Their heavy hands stayed right where they were though as a warning to him. The skinnier one finally pulled the sock off and admired the long flexing toes before throwing their former covering into the sand. He immediately placed them into his mouth and began to suck on the tender digits while running his fingers over the sole that he kept taut with his mouth.
"Ahaha! Hahaha! Hehehe! Nononohohoho! Stahahap! Yoohohu're kihiihilling meehehee hawhawhaw!"
Ephraim went wild in his position on the log causing his other captors to make good on their threat and dig back into his muscled hollows and juicy rear driving the drunken prince even further up the wall. He tried again to reach back and stop them but all that did was open even more of sensitive pitties to questing fingers. In frustration, the shrieking hero banged his fists on the log as he felt a tongue wrap around his baby toe and jostle it side to side. Finally, he resorted to simply holding his mouth shut and screwing his eyes shut in the insane hope that he could ignore the tickles that were currently melting his mind. The feeling of soft hands on his wrists though ended even this pointless protest as he opened his eyes to the sight of what may have been the tallest woman he'd ever seen.
She smiled at the berserk teal haired man, revealing her cheeks to be bulging with something and as she pulled his wrists to the ground she crushed her lips to his and spit it into his gasping mouth before a putting a hand over it to keep him from spitting it out. Another tribesman pinched his nose closed so that the frantic man had no choice but to swallow yet another mouthful of there homebrewed firewater or choke on his own laughter. His head was swimming and his vision went dark as she continued to smile at him even as he passed out.
That was the last day of Ephraim's life as a Hero and Prince and the beginning of his life as a hapless slave to the tribe. Over the next month, the people of the tribe would keep him weak and pliable with various berries and mushrooms they'd force him to take under threat of even more tickling which would usually be administered by none other than the same serving boy who had ravaged his foot on his first night in the village. Tonight as Ephraim lie in the dirt he saw him coming again and prepared himself.
The serving boy came every night to feed him and usually have some fun with him before he drifted off to sleep due to exhaustion. From studying conversations between the tribesman he'd figured out that his name was B'naru and now as he came with the usual palm leaf baring his food and drink he was ready to turn the tables. Ephraim's was a short domed cage that wasn't even tall enough for him to sit up in let alone even think of standing up. The most he could achieve was to be on all fours with his hands and knees in the dirt and even then parts of the cage would still rub against him. His long johns were filthy because of this even though the tribespeople "washed" them once after finally understanding his pleas. They'd thrown them in the river and then forced him to wear the sopping cloth as he went about his various humiliating tasks around the village including having the children draw with clay tipped sticks on his ticklish abs or to have his feet traced with the same sticks on a makeshift banner. Every time he looked up to see that flag flying over the village with the outline of an all too familiar foot he flushed at the idea of his sister Eirika recognizing it even with the feather that had been drawn over it.
Now as he waited for B'naru to open the cage bring his food he thought of all the humiliations he'd endured as a way to motivate himself to hurt this person. B'naru had stood out amongst the tribe for his slight frame compared to the robust statures of his fellows. While every single man in the tribe had a physique that transcended mere survival needs and showed instead an interest in showing off while the women here were all at least a foot taller than the prince who was no slouch in either department having trained his just shy of a six-foot frame for battle since childhood. His captor opened the cage and crawled in to lay down the leaf-bearing the food and drink for his prisoner before beckoning him over. Ephraim was all too happy to oblige him and picking up as much speed as he could on his hands and knees like this tackled the other man into the side of the cage causing him to yell for help. Ephraim was quick to make sure that his captor was pinned to the cage before kicking over the drugged food into the dirt with his bare foot. Other tribesmen came running at B'naru's scream dashing Ephraim's plan at escape so instead, he switched to revenge. He hooked his hands into B'naru's underarms and dragged him into the center of the cage while keeping him placid with tickles to his hollows and nips to his neck. He pushed the slender tribesman down and prepared to really punish him but made a fatal mistake.
Despite himself, the Prince of Renais body wouldn't lie for him and as such his penis was currently rock hard through his thin long johns and as such it presented a ready target for the scared tribal under Ephraim so when B'naru seized them by the shaft and ran his light fingers under his balls Ephraim crumbled into the tribesman's arms. In seconds he was flipped by his smaller opponent who gripped it tightly and pulled down his thin pants to expose it completely. He spidered his fingers lightly up and down the shaft as the others opened the cage and grabbed the struggling prisoner who was currently clawing at the dirt to try and escape from his oncoming punishment. He was dragged out and held down as both B'naru and his two captors from when he first was captured reminisced with him by tickling him out of his mind while other tribesmen came over carrying what they usually used to punish him. The shorter of the two musclemen hooked his hands to run his rough fingertips over Ephraim's perked nipples making the Prince go wild in his arms while his bald partner did away with any formalities by simply holding down his ankle and digging into the arch. The other tribesmen lay down a heavy rug in the dirt as Ephraim screamed and begged due to knowing what came next. They relented in their torture long enough to lift up the exhausted prince and place him face down on it. B'naru climbed atop Ephraim's and whispered things in his native language that Ephraim didn't understand as he held his wrists above his head. The others rolled the rug over the two them and laughed along with him as they cocooned the two inside the rug together.
They'd used the rug to transport and even punish him before. He'd recognized its make instantly as being from the Kingdom of Grado that his treasured friend Lyon hailed from, now he feared it like death itself from the time he'd spent trapped in it. Having a partner inside with him was new though, as was how his wrists were being restrained above his head at the moment while him and the merciless B'naru who never for a second relented on his armpits as this was going on. The devil forced his legs between Ephraim's bare ones so that he could force his own loincloth-clad frame against the Prince's scrumptious bottom making him acutely aware of what was beneath that fabric and also forcing's Ephraim's own defenseless member up against the rough fabric of the carpet. When the rolling up was complete and Ephraim couldn't move his body due to the constriction he barely noticed until they threw the water atop him and his partner. This was the usual finishing touch for when they put Ephraim in his punishment carpet. It tightened the fabric to the point where he couldn't move an inch inside the prison and neither could his captor. Not that it mattered to him though as he was right where he wanted to be his hands were right in Ephraim's pits where even the slightest vibration had him howling and his mouth was free to nibble and buzz all along the back of the teal haired man's sensitive neck.
His voice reached a new pitch that he didn't even know it could when the rest of the tribe the as one focused on his helpless size twelve soles. A loop of twine was put around his big toes and drawn tight before a torrent of hands descended upon the ticklish feet. First, wet cloth was dragged up and down them to remove any dirt from the day of work that might mar the long soles. Then the cloth was rolled up and dragged between the toes to get any dirt there as well. At this point, Ephraim's screams were inhuman and starting to frustrate the tribe an angry snapping of fingers brought forth a woman armed with one of his long-missing socks. She balled it up in one hand and forced it in between his teeth deep enough that he couldn't spit it up. She then positioned her hands so that she could tickle lightly at the Hero's ears on either side while B'naru continued to mar his slender neck with red bite marks.
Meanwhile his now pristine size 12's were laid into by the tribe. Each and every one of his desperately wiggling was pinched and pulled in different directions so that every single inch was available to the mob. His toe pads were poked and the stems scratched. Some of them felt like they were in warm and wet caves as tribesmen sucked upon them while others were wrapped in stiff yet soft material and ravished as tribeswomen sawed ostrich feathers between them. His soles were simultaneously being massage, licked and scratched both vigorously and lazily by what felt like a million fingers to his overwhelmed mind. Even the tops were attacked by a few tribeswomen who couldn't find room on his beleaguered soles to play. Fingers drew looping shapes over the skin while others simply pinched and scritched. Even his bound big toes weren't spared as he felt what was unmistakably a tribesmen's cock forced between them and fingers seize them daintily to drag them up and down the thick member. Streams of tears ran down his cheeks and he screamed into his gag for mercy and as he kicked and bucked inside the carpet with what strength he could muster. Just as he could feel B'naru's toes starting to graze his throbbing member the high pitched sound of a horse pierced through the camp followed by the thunder of hoofbeats.
The tribesmen stopped their torture of the defeated prince and reacted in a panic as a whole squadron of cavalry rode through the village. A few seized branches and stones as they charged towards the ax-wielding interloper before them who dismounted quickly and began cutting them down with relish. Through tear-filled eyes, the gasping Ephraim recognized him as Helbindi one of Surtr's generals. Though he feared for his future at his hands if he had been free right now he would have worshipped the ground the man walked on as thanks for punishing his tormentors like this. The intimidating dark-skinned axe fighter even had the unwanted hitchhiker sharing the carpet with the prince struggling out of mostly fear until he silenced B'naru by bringing the butt of his down upon his head. A pair of barefooted compatriots dismounted behind him who Ephraim recognized as Morgan and the former Klein both fellow heroes that had been captured by Muspel. The Archer now known as Giggle-Boy nocked a pair of specialized arrows in his bow and fired at the pair of fleeing tribesmen that had first captured Prince Ephraim. They came apart mid-flight into ropes that wrapped around the ankles of their targets putting both men face down into the dirt where they struggled to try and get free. Giggle-Boy covered his mouth as the sweet sound that gave him his namesake leaked out at the praise he'd get from his mistress for having caught extra toys for the dungeons and how he'd beg her to let him put his tricky in between them as she broke them.
Ephraim hoarsely tried to beg for mercy as the trio chased off the last of the tribals but was drowned out by shouting of the young Morgan as the short hero cast a spell.
"GIGGLENGAGAP!!" he shouted as both the pink and black book and his own right hand glowed with white light as he pointed to his target. The tall woman had thought herself free and clear from the invaders but as the clouds above her parted she made the mistake of hesitating to look up at the strange light that enveloped her. She shrieked as random points along her lanky naked frame were attacked by varied sensations magically. Cold fingers dug into her insteps while warm tongues devoured her neck. Her lower back was teased with fluffy feathers as her armpits felt like stiff ones were drilling into them. She fell to the ground swatting and kicking at nothing as each and every one of her toes and fingers felt like they were being nibbled upon by individual mouths. Morgan whispered an apology under his breath to the woman for both the spell and what her future he'd doomed her to by catching her. Surtr always needed new troops and servants and ticklish ones were his absolute favorite. Still, that was only one capture and if he was to win the evil game that Helbindi had laid out for him then-
The short mage was tackled to the ground by his fellow pleasure slave Giggle-Boy and tried to shield himself from the lunatic tickle assault on his belly.
"Yay! My buddy Morgan caught one! Way to go Morgan! You've got half my score now!" Giggle Boy's lacey apron flapped in the wind with only the strap across his pale buttocks keeping the cloth on the body of the blonde. From behind Helbindi could see literally everything and as the two grappled he set about the binding of their respective catches.
"Noohohoho stop!! Kleihihn pleeheese!!"
"Who?! Morgan buddy I've told you my name!"
The apron-clad tickle pet wrapped his arms around the panties clad waist of his comrade and licked his lips. He smiled and put his lips right under the mages navel and blew.
"PPBBPPTT!!
"Ahahaha! Nononoooho Klehee-"
"Uh-uh-uh! PBBBPPTT!"
"Guahaha Gihih-"
"What was that? Still not my name. BBBPPTT!"
Morgan tried to wedge the tome that Loki had given him between his ticklish belly and the evil boy that was devouring it with raspberries. He wrapped his legs around his attacker who responded with another raspberry but this time to his defenseless side.
"Geeheehehheggle Bohohoy stop pleeheese!!"
"One more but say it clearly Morgan! Otherwise, I won't stop! PPPBBBTT!"
"Giggle-Boy stahahahp you're killing mehehee!"
"There we go. Morgan, you're so soft. It's because Princess Laegjarn spoils you so much you kn-W-wha-wait!!"
Quick as a flash the mage seized the archer by the wrist and simultaneously rolled his hips and was now sitting between his former torturer's shoulder blades with Giggle-Boy's face trapped in his steepled soles. He wasted no time in tickling his allies ears while taunting him.
"I'm too soft? Huh, Giggle-Boy? Who's soft now huh? Tickle, tickle! Cootchie,cootchie, Klein!"
"Mmmheheh hmhmehehmmp!!
"Kiss my feet, Klein! There so soft right? Well then kiss them and maybe I'll let you go!"
His fingers danced inside the blonde's ears and all over them as well as his victim pounded his fists in the dirt and howled into his former victim's soles.
"DO IT GIGGLE-BOY! PUCKER UP OR THESE EARS OF YOURS ARE JUST GONNA KEEP GETTING IT. TICKLE, TICKLE ALL OVER THESE SOFT EARS!!"
A ridiculous grin broke over Morgan's as he felt the tender lips of the other man press to his size 8 sole and worship it. He felt his tongue slip out and couldn't contain it.
"OhhhhhUUUAAHHITFEELSSOOGOOODD!!"
Morgan held his sides as if he might split in half at the amazing feeling, his previous rage completely gone. He fell back across Giggle-Boy's back and huffing and wheezing as Klein easily forced his way out of the foot jail but kept ahold of his ankle. The blue-eyed archer got his way up onto his even with the other slave on his back, making sure to keep that delicious leg of his draped over his shoulder as he placed to the sole and licked up to the knee.
"Ooohhh your soooo meeeaaan..."
"Mmm, and you're so soft. It's nice how Mistress Loki's classes with you are getting you to fit in better. To think you thought you were special to the Princess."
"Noooo sh-she....."
"Doesn't complain, does she?
His tongue entwined into Morgan's toes as saliva dribbled down both his chin and his friends pink sole.
"Mmmm so soft."
He dug his fingers into his instep for an instantaneous reaction.
"AHAHAHAHEE YOUR MEEHEEAN!"
"Awww but you're just so soft. How about that Mister Strategy?"
"How about ambush brats?"
A large caramel colored hand seized Morgan's ankle from Giggle-Boy and shoved the young man down onto his rear. Then another seized his ankle and pulled it into a headlock right next to the other one.
"So did you two happen to forget what we're here for? Because it seems like you did. They stick me with you two shrimp to play babysitter and you think we're out here for a picnic? You roll around with each other like you missed nap time? Well if you little punks wanna act like babies how about we play some kids games?"
Helbindi slapped his big hand across both of the teen's small feet before taking Giggle-Boy's big toe between his fingers and twiddling it.
"This widdle piggy been naughty. Playing when he was told no."
He moved to Morgan's big toe and gently scritched the pad as he wiggled it.
"This little piggy no better. Thinking his boss told a joke.".
He moved back to Klein by pinching his index toe straight getting a startled yelp out of the slave.
"This little piggy had a job to do. Catching toys for his king. He only got two but was lazy, thinking that was."
Morgan's fists beat on Helbindi's broad back as he begged.
"Plee-hee-se Mr. Helbindi I'm saharry!"
He was ignored and squealed when his 2nd toesie was pinched even harder before it was twiddled to the barely a rhyme
"This little piggy even worse! Getting just one for his king. He thinks that his Princess can save but he's gonna learn a few things."
A strong finger went up the sole accompanied by a deep hum as Giggle-Boy's middle toe was the next victim.
"So this teeny piggy got taught right by his Uncle Helbindi's favorite hold."
Morgan tried to clench his tiny digits in defense but they were easily pried open by the savage Axe-Fighters thick fingers and the middle toe got its punishment just like all the others.
"All these little piggies went wee, wee, wee saying they'd do what they were told."
Klein stuffed his fist in his mouth as the next toe was bullied just like all the others.
"So this little piggy learned a lesson. Straightened up and flew right."
Morgan's face was tomato red and he thanked the gods that there were only five piggies on his poor foot as the next verse came at his expense.
"This little piggy got punished and it lasted all through the night. He screamed and he begged as the king watched him laughing at his bad time."
Giggle-Boy's baby toe got it the worst of them all. Flossed between two fingers.
"Or was it this piggy who was bad?"
Morgan's littlest toe got it to finish the game.
"Let's play a game to find out."
"Alright one of you has two points and the other has one. We've got an extra slave right here though that I'm going to give to you shortie. So that now you two are tied which leaves us only with the Prince."
Helbindi dragged the unconscious B'naru out of the carpet and set to binding him as he continued lecturing the two.
"Way I see it Princey here has two feet and we've got two boys out in here who are in trouble. So let's make it a contest. Whoever the Prince says is the winner gets off the hook. The loser is going with him to Surtr's chambers."
"Pl-please no-no more ple-please I beg you!"
The desperate voice of Prince Ephraim cut in to beg for respite. Instead, the rough hand of Helbindi ruffled his hair as the general mocked him.
"Haha, sorry friend if you don't like this. This is your life now I'm afraid. Whatever happens here is gonna be gentle compared to when Surtr gets you. Alright, boys line up let's see what you got.
Giggle-Boy and Morgan each dropped to their knees before Ephraim and took a foot each. Morgan looked back at Helbindi with a questioning look while Giggle-Boy dove right in and ran his fingers all over the long sole he had in front of him.
"C'mon on laugh Mr. Prince I know it tickles and so do you so laugh! Cootchie cootchie! C'mon laugh already! There's no way these soft feet aren't ticklish. Doesn't it tickle when I pinch at these arches? Oooh, tickle tickle when I run my nails on this nice arch hmmm? C'mon how come you aren't laughing?"
"N-n-no. I-i-it it doe-doesn't t-t-ti-tic-tickle!"
"You're such a liar! Come on why are you being so silly?! JUST LAUGH!!"
"G-go an-and h-h-hehe-hang!"
Giggle-Boy pulled at his hair before going even harder on the Restoration Lord.
"You're telling me these pretty toes of yours aren't ticklish? That when I twiddle them like this! Deedle, leedle! Or scratch their undersides like this! Cootchie, cootchie! That doesn't make you wanna laugh?!"
"N-n-n-nev-never! No-naha-not aha-ahall!"
"Ooooh you're lying I can hear those giggles in there. Those sweet giggles want out! How about these nice heels? Soooo smooth and firm. Maybe just one finger? One tickly finger on the bottom? Tickle, wickle goes the widdle finger. Will the strong prince laugh now?"
"Nehe-nehe-no!"
Giggle-Boy looked back at Helbindi who was staring daggers at him before turning to Morgan who had yet to do a thing to the foot before him.
"So what you just give up?! You could at least help!" the desperate tickler hissed at him.
"I'm devising a strategy."
With that Morgan reached over to the carpet that currently had Ephraim restrained and pulled it open. To the shock of all three of the others, he then crawled up into the carpet himself until he had completely disappeared from sight. They watched the lump in the carpet that signified the youth until it settled in at Ephraim's chest. They were all silent until...
"AHAHAHA-NOHOHEEHEHA! HAWHAWHAW, STAHAHAWAP! STAHAHAP PLEEHEEHEESE!! DOHOHON'T NOHOHO NAHAT THEHEHERE!!"
In seconds the brave Prince who'd been stubbornly refusing giggle boy was gone. Taking his place in the roll-up was a pitiable boy who was shrieking for mercy from unseen torments. Helbindi clapped his hands together at the sight while Giggle-Boy stared on slack-jawed. Inside the carpet, the young strategist attacked Ephraim on a multitude of fronts. His hand was dug into one his armpits where it teased the hairs inside the sensitive hollow while the other hand lightly brushed back and forth its fingers over the teal haired man's shoulder blades.
"You little sneak Morgan!" Helbindi laughed "When did you get so good?"
If this had been any other situation and any other time the short teen would have blushed at the praise but inside the thick carpet he could barely understand the muffled voices from the outside. Even if he did hear them at the moment his mouth was busy with keeping Ephraim's left nipple trapped between his teeth ever so gently. The sensitive nub was teased by soft nips and aroused by hard licks which it was clearly enjoying. After all the mage rationalized, if he wasn't enjoying it then why was the tasty little nub standing so straight in here? Morgan's tiny size 8's even contributed to the torture with the little toes dragging up and down on the prince's abdominals through his thin over shirt, the flat nails still served their purpose in adding a high pitched squeal to the overall symphony of torture that Ephraim was making outside the roll-up.
His other foot rubbed the head of Ephraim's cock against its soft sole slowly and teasingly making the body beneath the mage squirm and sweat. Morgan continued his spider monkey-esque tickling assault until the feeling of something poking him in the inner thigh made the man jump in fright inside the blanket biting the nipple in his mouth much harder than he meant to, he realized that it was just Prince Ephraim's manhood poking up much like his own was into the man's ribs but by then it was too late.
"AHAHHAHA YOU WIHIHIN! YOU WIHIHIN!! YOOHOHOU WIHIHIIN DAHAHMMIT JUHUHST STAHAHP YOU WIHIHIN!! GOHOHODS!! MEHEHERCY!! MEHEHERCY YOU WIHIHIN!!"
Helbindi laughed and clapped his hands at the broken prince.
"Hahaha, now that was a show! Princess Laegjarn trained you well Morgan. Looks like your gonna have a long night Giggle-Boy!"
The defeated slave had moved past his amazement at his comrade's performance to jealousy at how his own skills had been so ruthlessly shown up by his junior.
"How...when did he even?!"
"PLEEHEHEESE I SUHUHURRENDER! NOHOHOO MOOHORE! STAHAHAHHAP!! GAHAHADS STAHAHAHAP PLEEHEESE!! IHIHILL DO ANAHANYTHING JUHUHST STOHOHOP!! WAHHAWHA WAHAHA!"
Ephraim's increasingly desperate pleas continued as the two watched until Helbindi called out for Morgan to stop. When he still didn't the general realized that the slave probably couldn't hear him inside the thick carpet serving to imprison him and his victim. He stepped over to the head of the trapped man and lifted the carpet slightly so as to yell inside at the short mage to knock it off when two things happened. One a blonde haired flash zipped past Helbindi faster than he could react, it was Giggle-Boy who had moved past jealousy to anger and was diving into the carpet roll-up with the express purpose of punishing the little runt that had just shown him up. Helbindi dropped the carpet over top of the three of them now and smiled at how much easier his job now was.
Inside the carpet though Morgan audibly yipped in a most unbecoming fashion as he was suddenly attacked by his former comrade. Giggle-Boy seized him by the hip with one and with the other tickled his smooth thigh causing the boy to dance and writhe against the Prince he had formerly been torturing.
"Haha, that's what you geHEHEHET!?!"
Giggle-Boy had made a massive error in his haste to get back at Morgan. The second Helbindi had lifted the carpet somebody had been very eager to reposition himself and now Ephraim had pushed aside Giggle-Boy's frilly apron and ran his fingers over the ticklish belly beneath it, simultaneously he wrapped his other arm around his other attacker and pulled Morgan against his chest tightly then began tickling his armpit in revenge. Both of Surtr's slaves laughed at the sudden reversal of fortunes but Giggle-Boy ever determined reached one hand up and seized Ephraim's erect cock through his thin nightclothes and spidered his fingers over the wet spot in the fabric at the tip.
Ephraim shrieked at the new attack and slackened in his own efforts in response. Giggle-Boy's other hand continued his original mission and ran a few fingers along the top of Morgan's foot to keep his compatriot squirming.
"YOHOOHUU CHEEHEEHEEAT KLEHIHIEN!!" he squealed with his voice muffled from his face down position into Ephraim's chest. His face was stuck to the wet skin by the intermingling of his and the Prince's sweat but he still pushed through his own laughter and retaliated. First, he took advantage of his current position as unfortunate as it was and inhaled deeply of the stuffy air inside the carpet for his counter-attack.
"PBBBBBTTPPPP!!!"
Ephraim's high pitched peal of laughter actually annoyed Helbindi enough that he stomped over to push the trapped man's head entirely into his mummifications so as he wouldn't have to hear it. Morgan wasn't done though as his hands moved out on individual missions as well. One hand went down to get between the Lord's thighs and run a few fingers around inside the wonderful valley. While the other went up, up, upon a mission of vengeance. It brushed aside the apron of his traitorous ally and seized it's target firmly by the shaft. He squeezed the organ tightly and snuck one finger up to run along the opening in teasing strokes but still keeping it tightly clamped enough so as not let but a dribble of pre-cum sneak out whenever he willed it with a slight release of pressure in his grip. An idea formed in the mind of Prince Ephraim at how his captors assaulted each other and he decided that at this point he had nothing to lose by acting on it.
His hand in Morgan's armpit withdrew and the short tactician was grateful until it plunged down the front of his panties everything bunched inside with reckless abandon. The assault was too much for the magician and he spurted all over himself and the lancer's hand. The surge that ripped through his body was enough for his grip to loosen enough to allow Giggle-Boy to do the same in sympathy and who in turn let Ephraim do the same. The three breathed heavily as they all finally lay still, too exhausted to continue but with their hands still in the same places in equal parts as warnings to each other and out of lack of energy to move them. A feeling of frigid cold overtook the trio as on the outside Helbindi threw water over top the carpet. To Morgan and Giggle-Boy it was welcome on their hot skin but Ephraim panicked as he knew what this meant. He tried to struggle but already found the carpet getting heavier upon him until he couldn't move but the slightest bit. The other struggled to try and get free but only succeeded in tiring themselves out while Ephraim simply enjoyed the break. Back on the outside the powerful general Helbindi easily hefted the carpet the up and onto the pair of horses that had formerly brought Morgan and Giggle-Boy but now would carry all three former heroes. He smiled at how easy this had been. When Surtr had sent him out to capture the member of the Askran forces that had fled he had been prepared for a fight if not from those harboring the man then from Morgan when he was to bring him before Surtr for "personal" conditioning. Instead, now he was riding back to Castle Muspel with not only the target bound neatly up but also Morgan as well and Giggle-Boy for a perfect sweep of all three. After all, Giggle-Boy had lost the game and as such would share Morgan's time with Surtr. He was a man of his word after all. Combine that with the small party of new slaves that he'd grabbed that now trailed behind the horses and Helbindi considered this a good day, to say the least. The muffled sounds of struggle from inside the carpet gave way to faint laughter from inside meant that the three seemed to have decided to spend the trip playing with each other in there rather than trying to get loose. The other two lost consciousness eventually leaving Ephraim alone in the oppressive darkness sweating and soaked in a cocktail of blended juices before drifting off himself.
When the teal haired hero awoke it was once again to the sound of Surtr's pair of tickle slaves screaming for mercy through their own laughter. The sound of clanking chains came from above him and he was pulled to his feet by his wrists allowing him to get a look at the tortures that his former captors were facing at the hands of his new ones.
Morgan's face was beet-red as he dangled from the ceiling in the same set-up as Ephraim. His feet were nowhere near the ground like Ephraim's though. No instead each of Morgan's small size eights were held in separate headlocks by two different women who were as naked as the day they were born and who Ephraim recognized as fellow members of the Order of Heroes that protected Askr. The smaller blonde girl kept a firm headlock on the mage's foot and scratched all over it with her pointy red nails that her mistress Loki had given her. She would have rather been tormenting her brother but she'd be damned if she'd let this behemoth of a woman from under the princesses bed outdo her. The former Sheena thought the same as the smaller woman she was competing with here but while her opponent was just naturally competitive Laevateinn's pillow feared what her mistress would do if she felt she was outperformed here. So just as her ally attacked the foot she had with ferocity instead she was methodical and slow. She dragged a pair of fingers along the sensitive skin and made sure they got every single inch. In between the wrinkles, under the toes along the top, not a single spot was spared in her slow but steady progress. This was a trick she'd learned from Laevateinn who'd used it many times on her as the short pinkette drifted off to sleep to the sounds of her muffled screams from under the bed.
The nineteen-year-olds sides couldn't be seen as they were completely enveloped in the thick white feathers of the beautiful blonde woman who stood behind him and sang softly into his ear. The giant sheets of soft feathers brushed over every single inch of the young mage's body from his thighs to his armpits and drove him wild. He bucked and screamed, rattling the chains that hung from the ceiling and giving great trouble to the woman underneath him. Her name had once been Thrasir but now she was simply yet another of the maids Surtr assigned to take care of his youngest daughter. While she hummed a jaunty tune to herself she worked a horse-hair brush along his taint and smiled at how his pitch changed depending on where she worked. When she went up his pitch went up accordingly and went down he dissolved into nonsensical sounds that seemed to be pleas. Through all of this, another woman stood behind the man cradling his head in her arms. Her white twin-tails would conceal his face whenever she leaned in to whisper encouragements in his ear.
"Great job Morgan you're doing so good. King Surtr is just pleased as punch with your performance and hopes that you're enjoying yourself as well. What's that? Your not?! Look at that huge smile on your face though sweetie! Nobody likes liars Morgan."
Yes, the teases Morgan's mother whispered to him was just the bittersweet icing on the cake. She snapped her fingers and the others relented as she brought up some water to Morgan's lips and forced it between them. He babbled to her, begging for her help and mercy but she simply shushed the begging teen as if he was a child throwing a tantrum. She offered him more water which he greedily took as she motioned for the others to resume behind him.
"Mother, please! Help me and we can escape together! Princess Laegjarn will heHEHEHAHAH HAHAWHAWHO NOHOHOO! MOOHHOHOHTHEHER PLEEHEEHEESE!"
"Don't worry about the Princess, Morgan. Loki and my lady Laevateinn are already having a good talk with her about how disappointed her father is with her. You just worry about you Morgan and how lucky you are to get that thing that your mother just knows you love. Tickles! Soleil if you would?"
Morgan lapsed into wordless torment as pink-haired head descended on his belly and let out the loudest raspberry Ephraim had ever heard in his life.
Ephraim searched around the room for his other captor Giggle-Boy and finally found him by inclining his vision downwards to find the blonde. Unlike Morgan, he wasn't bound except for a ball gag forced between his lips but just like Morgan he was tied up in a knot of bodies that tickled every inch of him in various ways. His feet were claimed by the pair of husbands Lif and Eldigan who ran quills between his toes idly before scratching messages into the soft soles and showing each other before giggling like schoolgirls at the secret conversation they were having in this evil way.
A toned pair of legs kept the archers head trapped between his thighs while Twinkle-Toes tickled idly at the boy's ears using his blonde ponytail as a brush for maximum humiliation. Occasionally the silver-haired dragon boy would show off the flexibility that had made him King Surtr's favorite by bending forwards to lay a gentle kiss upon his victim's nose while still keeping him trapped.
A long mane of glorious red hair was pressed to the side of the former Klein's lightly muscled chest and listened intently as a strong pair of hands roamed over his ribs and nipples. Surtr's loyal footman listened intently at the reactions he got this way before nodding and adjusting his positioning to get a different one with some of the many toys his liege had tied into gorgeous red hair, he noted the reaction he got with the feather over the nipple and moved on to try the brush upon the navel.
Three people that Ephraim didn't recognize worked upon Giggle-Boy's penis and judging by how still the man lay he could hazard a guess on how long they'd been at it. Giggle-Boy's whole body jerked under them before a splatter of semen slapped onto the floor next of them. One member of the trio held up both of his hands with nine fingers up to show the current count to another party and that is when Ephraim turned to see Surtr. The King of Muspel sat upon a throne made of stone in the gloom with the sole torch in the room behind him. On either side of him was a pair of posts each with a naked man struggling against his bondage to it. He recognized the coiffed blonde of Prince Xander of Nohr who had accompanied him on this mission originally and his faithful retainer Lazlow was bound next to him. The two muscled hunks sat upon the ground with their wrists bound above them kicking their legs as they tried to break themselves free. Occasionally King Surtr's massive hand would stroke down their arms idly which would make the once proud warriors flinch in fear of what was to come or could be done. Still, the King's attention was on one thing and thing only so he did it halfheartedly. He stared holes in Ephraim as his giant face broke into a twisted smile. One hand moved to his gargantuan cock while the other raised itself into the air to snap his fingers.
As one the men all over Giggle-Boy stopped their torment of their comrade and turned to their king who gestured for them to come to him. They all did except for the three Ephraim couldn't make out in the gloom instead those three men started approaching him. They took long steps and sashayed their hips like dancers as they did letting him make out more details. They were all mainly naked except for thin belts from which hung various tools such as brushes and feathers, their arms and legs sported several bands and bangles made of cloth that seemed designed for ease of removal. He noticed their cocks were all at full mast as they approached and even leaking but some kind of ring was around the bottom of the shaft on each one. Two broke away and got behind him but the third finally stepped out of the darkness and gave Ephraim a look at a face that he recognized far too well. He had the glazed eyes of one of Surtr's unwilling converts but still, he stared into his own eyes. It was one of the other three versions of himself that the Order had sent on this mission originally. The bewitched clone's tongue peeked out as he cupped Ephraim's chin and taunted him as he tried to pull away.
"Such a handsome face for me and my brothers to see. Oh, what faces will you make when we have you? I truly cannot wait to see!"
One of his clones suddenly struck from behind and mashed a handful of golden powder into Ephraim's face. He then leaned in enough to give a look at yet another visage of his twisted by the very powder that had just been used on him. He knew what that was and how the Ruler of Flame used it on his former allies to make them into these broken toys he played with now. The demented version of him behind him ran his fingers lightly through his armpits making Ephraim snicker and wonder when he'd been shaved. The fingers ran nimbly through the muscled hollows searching for the place that would bring the most delightful sounds from himself. The index fingers dove into the deepest part of the pit and started to sketch shapes as the Prince lost control of himself.
"GEHEEHET OUHOHOUTT!! STAAHAHP PLEEHEESE!! HOW DIHIHID YOHOHOU KNOHOW!?! HAHAW HEHEHE!!"
"How? How wouldn't I? Who knows this wonderful body better than us?"
The Prince of Renais felt his legs forced apart and looked down to see a pair of familiar legs forcing themselves between his own, he tried to protest but those fingers found their way back into his pits and he dissolved into laughter. The first copy now dropped to his knees to begin teasing Ephraim's trapped thighs and hips with his tongue. He seized his doppelganger by the waist to keep the man still and his meal uninterrupted as he began nibbling on the squirming hipbones.
"NOOOHOHOO PLEEEHHEEESAAH!!!"
The third of his former allies entered the fray finally. Slipping under the dangling royal and using his hand to trap his bare right foot upon his shoulder. He pinched the big toe to hold the squirmy size 12 steady before skittering some fingers along the instep.
"MEEEHERCYY!!!"
He ignored and then dragged a finger along the underside of the toes making sure to get the nail in.
"I'LL DOHOOHOOO AHAHAHNNYTHIHING!! STAHAHHAAPPP!!"
He brushed his teeth along td he stem of the trapped big toe. Sampling the reactions of his prey.
"NAHAHAT THAHAHTT!! PLEEHEESE NOOOOHOHO!! YOOHOHU WIIIHIHIN!"
"Mmmm yes we did pretty man but not now. King Surtr won long ago and you'v e just been a spoiled brat denying him his prize."
"NOOHOHOOOO HAHAHA PLEHEHEESE! I'M SOHOHOHORRY!!"
The copy behind him reached his hands around Ephraim's chest and began flicking the begging man's pointed nipples.
"Ohh we know you're sorry Ephraim you bad boy."
The copy under him turned around and after placing a gentle kiss among his other selves toes reached back to savage his knees.
"NOOOHOO, NOOOHOO, PLEEHEESEE NOOHOO! I'LL TEEHEELL YOOHOOU AHHANNYHIHING!!"
"Will you? Will you sell out where your comrades are hiding? King Surtr is always hungry for more just like the flames he rules. Could you maybe tell us how to capture him the Prince Alfonse? Our master has a special plan for him and can't wait to use him. Well, Ephraim, will you tell us where he is? Tickle, tickle!"
The copy before him punctuated this request by digging his fingers into the ribs of his chained victim as he hung there. Chasing the sensitive bones around into the tasty small of his back, relishing how he involuntarily presented that muscled stomach to him.
"AHAHAHA I DOON'T KNOHOHOW WHEHERE HEHEHE IS! HAHAW I HAHEEVEN'T SEEN THEHEM IN MOHOHONTHS!"
The Ephraim behind grew jealous of the one in front encroaching on his territory and decided to pay him back. He reached around to the front and lay his hand under the erect member of his unfortunate self. Like a scared animal, he cradled the twitching cock and used the fingers of his other hand to stroke his new friend until rewarded him with a spray of white over his palm.
"We know you don't. We were just teasing you. Seeing who your willing to give to our and soon to be your King. Who of your friends will you see in chains next to you? King Surtr has taken an interest in art and has a pedestal in the hall prepared for some. Maybe Joshua? Bound so tight that he can't move a single pretty red hair. Loki can use her magics to leave him with a spell that will leave him smiling there even with no playmates around."
"YEEHEEHEES, YEHHEEHEES PLEAASE JUST LEHEHET ME DOOHOWN! I'LL GIHIHIVE YOU JOHOHSHUHA!!"
From below the sneakier of the three rearranged the foot that he had claimed as his own. He dragged it back so that he could place it against the toned buttock of the prisoner, forming a delicious "U" of wonderful ticklish flesh. He hungrily dragged his nails up and down both sides.
"So quick to hand him over that it's surprising. We all know that you don't know where he is."
"WHAHAHAT DOOHOO YOOHOU WAHAHNT?!
A gigantic hand seized Ephraim by the chin and forced him to look upwards at the massive king Surtr. Warning his slaves with a grunt they backed away and allowed their king his undivided attention as they fell in line with the kneeling ranks of his other servants. One hand seized the broken prince by the buttock and lifted him with it off the ground.
"Want?" The deep voice boomed like a volcano booming to life.
"I have what I want from you. You. Did it not occur to you that if I wanted information that it would have been easier to get it from the other three? What more could somebody who'd spent so long as the plaything of a desert rats tell me that they couldn't? I wanted you for this body that now hangs before me."
He picked up the other leg and now lifted him up. His great cock slid along the leg until it forced it's way between the lord's cheeks earning a indecipherable moan from him.
"OOAHH PL-PLEASE!"
The thick member slid deeper in until the Restoration Lord's own spurted white again this time over the brown skin of his new master. He pulled it from inside him just as quickly as he had placed it in leaving his toy to hang exhausted from his chains, knees too weak to stand. He snapped his fingers and his pack of slaves descended upon him hungrily to tickle, tease and pleasure the last sparks of rebellion and consciousness out of that teal haired head.
Surtr turned away from the sight meaning to instead check on his daughter's interrogation of her sister. He had plans for this youth since he had bothered to complete this set. Only one other had escaped the battle that had given him so many new toys and he could think of no better to bring Lyon of Grado to him than his best friend times four. They'd make such beautiful music together to fill his castle.
