PeterVincentTGVK
1st Level Red Feather
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“Now now… you wouldn’t be lying to me, would you?”
Reynon felt as though he was stuck in a nightmare that he could not awaken from. He had lived his whole life in Antima. He was in his late thirties now but he remembered being just under Twenty when Lukas was born. Reynon recalled how excited the villagers were that they would one day have the perfect weapon against Renismelthin: A warrior who could not be tickled. It would be like taking the breath out of a dragon or the teeth from a wolf. The vile demon would be powerless to stop her demise at Lukas’ hands. Over the years, while Lukas was constantly tested for ticklishness by the various women in the village, Reynon taught him how to fight. How to kill. He taught the boy everything that he would need to know to stand up to Renismelthin in battle.
Reynon had been so proud a week or so ago when he and another guard named Josef had escorted Lukas up the mountain to Castle Rathor. He had felt such relief for himself and the other villagers that Renismelthin would soon plague them no more. Once he and Josef had left Lukas at the castle gates, the two men shared an alleviated laugh together. They knew that their troubles were no more. And that Lukas would be victorious.
But things didn’t turn out that way.
The first concerns were raised among the villagers when Lukas hadn’t yet returned after two whole days. Things appeared even more grim when… one night… the sound of a young boy’s laughter could be heard faintly echoing through the trees. The villagers soon realized that they had likely failed. And that somehow Lukas had been enslaved by the Tickle Monster.
Now, Reynon was tied to his bed. And at the foot of the bed was a voluptuous woman with two small horns on her head, one of Renismelthin’s servants, slowly stripping off his socks.
“I am not lying!” Reynon insisted. “The boy had no romantic attachments. He was bred to fight, not to seduce!”
“I know all about you, Reynon.” The woman said as she looked at him with a sly smile. “My Mistress told me everything. About how she blessed you with such delightful sensitivity… in the soles of your feet.” The woman raised her hands to reveal long, sharp fingernails. “How as a boy, you couldn’t stand to have them touched…” She lowered a single nail to lightly trace the outline of his left foot. He turned his face to the side and tried to hide his smile. But he couldn’t hide it any better than he could hide the way that he was shaking in an effort not to laugh. “If you don’t tell me the truth… right now… I will sit here with you… and I will softly tickle the bottoms of your feet… until you cry and wet your bed…”
“He… hahaha… he was a virgin… hahahaha…”
“That means nothing. Many teenage boys and girls see each other without entering into such a physical relationship.” The woman took his right foot in her hand and snaked her fingernail up and down, drawing a wiggly line against the sole. “Tell me the truth… or else…”
“Okay! Hahahahahahahahahahaha… There was a girl…” Reynon snapped. “Ariella. She’s his age. They… hahahahahahahahahahahaha… they were seeing a lot of each other… hehehehehehehehehe…”
“Tell me where to find her.” The woman’s eyes glowed purple as her tone turned demonic…
Lukas opened his eyes. He was still in the castle. Specifically, in the same room where Renismelthin and her servants had previously broken him. He stood up and looked down at his naked body to see that his ankles had chains around them to keep him in place. But otherwise he was free to move around as he wished. He couldn’t see anything but a stone wall several feet in front of him.
“Lukas?” The voice that he heard was familiar… and drew intense concern from the boy. He span around to find that his fears were confirmed. There was Ariella, his crush ever since they were little. She was strapped nude in a spread eagle position to a fancy looking bed in the middle of the room. About fifteen feet out of his reach. And on the other side of the bed stood the two horned women who had first tormented him… and who had been tormenting him on and off ever since his capture.
“Ariella! What is going on? What are you doing here?” Lukas asked anxiously.
“She’s the one, isn’t she?” Renismelthin’s unnaturally girlish voice sent chills down Lukas’ spine as the demon entered the room. “The one you have the most feelings for?” Renismelthin approached the bed where Ariella was tied.
“Please don’t hurt her!” Lukas pleaded with genuine fear.
“You are in no position to make any demands of me, warrior.” The demon chided him. “Answer my question. Is she the one?”
Lukas had been in love with Ariella for years. She was the very girl who, at 12, had actually come close to tickling him. Since that day, he had grown incredibly enamored with her. He laid awake so many nights dreaming about holding her and comforting her and making love to her. She was the first woman to inspire lust in him, but also the first to inspire true love. Soon the two became very close, and she made it clear that she felt the same way about him. Of course, due to his constant training and the need to shield him from certain forms of intimacy, the two of them never really touched outside of that first almost-tickle and holding hands. They would play together in the woods just outside of the village, climbing trees and skipping stones in the river. Often they would sit by that same river and watch the sunset, talking about their futures. Their dreams and their fears. Though they tried to keep their feelings for each other secret from the other villagers, anyone who had ever seen them together would have been able to tell you that there was something special there.
Now, as Lukas gazed upon Ariella’s naked body… the firmness of her thighs… the swell of her breasts… he way that the candlelight made her worried eyes glow… how her long blonde hair was spilled over the pillow… he couldn’t help but feel a bit aroused. Something that Renismelthin quickly took notice of.
“I guess that answers my question. Hahaha.” The demon chuckled cruelly.
“How?” Lukas angrily inquired. “How did you know about her?”
“You’re a young man.” Renismelthin stated. “What young man doesn’t have a lady whom he fancies? It was quite simple actually. I deduced that your mentor and fellow soldier, Reynon, would know best how you spent your time… and who you spent it with. I sent one of my helpers to visit him.”
“That would be me.” The horned woman on the left of the other raised her hand proudly.
“Yes.” Renismelthin continued. “See, at first I had thought of having her question your mother but… how often does a boy confide in his mother when he has feelings for a girl. No. A boy goes to a father figure for that. And Reynon was the closest thing you had to one.”
“And he told me everything.” The woman said boastfully.
“That bastard. How could he betray me?” Lukas seethed.
“Now you mustn't be too hard on him, Lukas.” Renismelthin wagged a finger as if to shush him. “Though we certainly know better now, not everyone is as brave as you once were when they are threatened with tickle torture. As you well know by now, it can be quite a cross to bear.”
“Lukas, what is she talking about? You’re not ticklish. You never have been.” Ariella claimed in confusion.
“Oh, I can assure you that he is.” The horned woman said. “And that you are…”
“And that is why we are all gathered here today!” Renismelthin clapped her hands happily. “You see, Lukas… you came barging in here like you owned the place several nights ago and we discovered fairly quickly just how ticklish you really were. But the thing is… there was really no challenge in any of it, was there? I mean, we tickled you. You laughed. Obviously it was quite fun to break the boy who couldn’t be tickled… but you have yet to taste real desperation. To know that if you fail… there will be consequences.”
“Get to the point, you bitch.” Lukas growled.
“Ariella over here doesn’t possess the strength that you once thought you had.” Renismelthin began to stroll over to him. “In fact… between you and me…” The demon raised a hand to the side of her face and lowered her voice as if she only wanted him to hear as she used her other hand to point behind her in Ariella’s general direction. “…She’s got it bad… if you catch my drift.” She returned to her normal volume and lowered both her hands back to her side. “So… here’s your chance to prove to her and to all of us… how important to you she really is. How much you really love her.” Renismelthin clutched her chest and span around like a ballerina. “Oh, it’s so romantic!”
“You’re a monster.” Lukas accused through gritted teeth.
“Yes, I’m the Tickle Monster. That’s already been pretty well established but thank you for your input.” Renismelthin waved her arms before bringing them around her chest and swaying as if she was rocking a sleeping baby. Before Lukas’ eyes, a burlap bag appeared in her arms that was about the size of a large watermelon. “Now then, the challenge is relatively simple.” The demon explained. “You hold this bag high up above your head for fifteen minutes. Neither I or my two servants over there will touch you. But if that bag falls from your hands for any reason… Ariella gets punished… and you know exactly how.”
“No! Please!” Ariella writhed on the bed in terror. The two demon women beside her mocked her with wiggling fingers, wickedly playing upon her fear.
“How heavy is the bag?” Lukas asked, knowing there had to be more to this than the demon was letting on.
“You tell me, warrior.” Renismelthin tossed him the bag. He was ready for it to be about as light as a bag of bricks but when he caught it, he was shocked to find that it barely weighed two pounds… if even that.
“What is in here? A balloon?” He grinned. “Fifteen minutes. No problem.”
“Good! Now raise it up to the Heavens.” Renismelthin urged. Lukas did so and found it quite easy to keep it elevated.
“Is it time for my entrance?” A new voice was heard. A soft, saccharine one. And everyone in the room looked to the doorway to see a strange female form enter the room. She somewhat resembled Renismelthin’s other servants with her horns, dark hair, and robust, shapely figure. But there was something different about her. Well… several somethings: Her arms. There were six of them. She had two normal ones, but a little beneath them, near the bottoms of her breasts were two more. And then just above her waist, a third set. The first pair of arms, the ones that were in their normal places, had hands that sported peacock feathers. The two beneath them were carrying small feather dusters. And the bottom pair had hands that were covered by warm looking, incredibly fuzzy gloves.
“No, dear. You’re right on time.” Renismelthin welcomed this odd woman into the room before turning to the young man. “Lukas, this is Plume. I made her just for you. Built just like my other helpers but with a slightly more… delicate touch.”
“I like to be gentle.” Plume giggled as she addressed Lukas.. “Wow, you’re quite a bit skinnier than I thought you would be. I can see your ribs from here. Hehehe.”
“What is this?” Lukas asked.
“Well, I said that neither of my two servants over there or I would touch you.” Renismelthin clarified. “But Plume over here would absolutely love to make your acquaintance!”
“I certainly would!” Plume had an unusually childlike demeanor about her that made Lukas uneasy. She opened her eyes wide as she walked up to him with all of her six hands kind of dancing as she moved. “Such an adorable boy!” She stepped around his body until she was standing behind him. “We’re gonna have some fun, cutie!” She told him. “I mean, have you seen yourself? So lean and slim… look at how tight your skin is… Look at all of the little blue veins and blushy spots on your ribs and tummy!” She leaned in to whisper in his ear. “I’m gonna get you, ya know. I hope you’re ready to giggle, Sweetheart…”
Lukas took a deep breath and tried to steady himself. By his count, it had already been three out of fifteen minutes since he was first told to hold up the bag. That meant he only had to endure twelve minutes of this freakish lady trying to tickle him.
“Why don’t we start… here…” Plume introduced the peacock feathers to the young man, drifting them up and down the undersides of his biceps. “Is that a smile I see already?” She asked as she looked at him from around his right arm.
“No. I’m fine.” Lukas easily gained control of his lips as he reminded himself that the feathers weren’t even touching a particularly ticklish spot. It had only been the nervousness he had felt from her verbal teases that had caused him to smile.
“Well, let’s just see about these ribbies then…” Plume brought the hands with the feather dusters to his ribs and began to daintily dust them as if she were dusting off a nightstand.
Lukas stood up on the balls of his feet for just a second before planting his soles back on the floor when he felt the feather dusters dancing along his exposed ribs.
“Well, that’s a nice reaction.” Plume commented with a big smile. “Why don’t we just dust alllllllll up and down these ribbies until you’re nice and clean? Hmmm?” Wheeeeee… up and down we go…”
Lukas was really struggling now, constantly raising up and down on his heels with a goofy, telltale grin.
Ariella couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Her whole life she had been told that Lukas couldn’t be tickled. That he was immune to such things. To watch him trying to resist this monstrous woman was devastating to her.
“Fight it, Lukas. You’re better than her. I love you and I know you can do this!” Ariella tried to support him.
“Ohhhh, I don’t knoooow…” Plume sing songed. “He’s pretty darned ticklish. Just look at him. And I haven’t even gotten to his special little tummy yet.” She said that last part in a teasing mom voice that she maintained. “Like I said before… these little blue veins are just impossible to ignore. Don’t they feed you in your village? Why… I can see one heeeeerrre…” The third set of hands came into play as her right index finger, still wearing that soft, fuzzy glove… drew a little line as if tracing the vein she saw. Lukas jerked to his side when this happened. “And one over heeeeerrre… oh, and look at this bellybutton! I can see the little purple knot inside, oh yes, I caaaaannn…” She slipped a fuzzy fingertip into his bellybutton and Lukas lost his resolve.
“Hehehehehehehe…”
“Yeah, that’s pretty ticklish in there, isn’t it?” Plume almost sounded sympathetic. But the grin and the excitement that her sprightly tone maintained made her diabolical nature consistently clear. “Why don’t we give some special attention to this special tummy, hmmm?” Her two upper arms dropped the peacock feathers and wrapped affectionately around him to keep him close and the hands that held the dusters moved down to sweep up and down his sides near his hips while her fuzzy fingers gently wiggled against his taut stomach.
“No hahahahahahahahahahahaha stop thahahahahat!”
“Fight it, Lukas!” Ariella told him. “Only a few minutes left and this will be over!”
“A feeeeeew miiiinuuuutes?” Plume repeated. “But that’s absolutely forevers when you’re so tickle tickle tickly…” While her fingers tormented his belly, the dusters targeted new areas. One drifted behind him and began dusting his butt while the other reached down to repeatedly graze the underside of his testicles.
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha I can’t do thihihihihhissss…” Lukas started to tear up from the electric sensations.
“Yes you can, baby!” Ariella told him. Renismelthin and her other two servants just watched the ordeal as if all they were missing was popcorn.
“Tickle tickle, Lucas. Tickle tickle tickle…” Plume’s words were a sweet, sugary poison in his ears that made him feel giddy and silly. “You’re really giggling up a storm now, Sweetie pie. And these buns of yours back here are awfully happy to meet my feathers, aren’t they? Oh, yes they are… And I can practically hear the nerve endings in your special boy area jumping for joy! Tickle tickle tickle… tickle tickle tickle…”
“No! I Caaan’t!” Lukas gave in and dropped the bag to the floor, using his hands to rapidly bat Plume’s various appendages away.
“No! Lukas!” Ariella cried out in sorrow.
“And there we have it!” Renismelthin giggled. “Plume, you have truly proven yourself.”
“Thank you, Mistress!” Plume sounded grateful as she bowed, proud of her work.
“You monster!” Ariella shouted at Renismelthin. “Let me tell you something! It doesn’t matter what you do to him or to me. Someday, someone is going to find you. And they are going to kill you. You and all of your heinous helpers! You’re all going to die!”
Renismelthin turned around to face the blonde captive, shooting her an icy stare that instantly made Ariella regret her words.
“Is that so, little girl? Well, I suppose that anything is possible. Highly unlikely… but possible. But certainty is a rather fickle thing, isn’t it. When you were growing up...you were CERTAIN that you were going to grow up… get married… live happily ever after.” The demon approached the bound blonde with pure malice in her purple eyes. “When you were entering your teens… you were CERTAIN that the boy you loved would save you and your village from my grasp. Just a half hour ago… You were CERTAIN that he couldn’t possibly fall prey to me or my servants. And look at how all of that turned out for you! But do you know what I am certain of?”
“W-what?”
“I am CERTAIN… Ariella Phenora… that when I blessed you in your mother’s womb nineteen years ago… I paid particular attention to your thighs… and the arches of your feet.” Renismelthin nodded to the two horned women as if that was their cue. The one that had interrogated Reynon earlier moved down to the foot of the table and began to lightly scratch at the poor girl’s soft arches. The other reached down and started goosing her inner thighs.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO DON’T HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Damn you, Renismelthin! Leave her alone!” Lukas screamed at the lurid creature.
“No! I don’t think so.” The pink skinned tickle monster shook her head as she faced him, walking towards him with a newfound animosity. “She’s mine now, just like you are. And you only have yourself to blame. You were arrogant enough to think that you could outwit and defeat me. You were bold enough to come into my home brandishing weapons of war against me. And you know what the worst part is?” She didn’t give him much of a chance to reply. “All I ever do is make people laugh. Bring happiness into their lives. Is that so wrong?”
“There is nothing funny about torture!” Lukas sneered. “There’s a pretty big difference between play… and causing someone physical agony.”
“And what is that difference, Lukas?” Renismelthin challenged. “I mean really, what is it? What is the difference between being tickled by me or any of my servants…” Renismelthin span around again. This time she became like a tornado. A blur. Until when she stopped, she was facing him… and looked just like Ariella, only her blonde hair was in curls and she wore a seductive corset… and nothing else. “… Or being tickled by your one true love?”
“Don’t do this.” Lukas pleaded. He didn’t know how to process what was happening. In her current form, Renismelthin was the most alluring version of Ariella that he could ever possibly envision. He knew it wasn’t real, but he was still inexplicably drawn to her.
“Love your new look, Mistress.” Plume complimented as she stepped back and to the side, allowing her superior to take center stage.
“Thank you, Plume. Will you come back over and assist me?”
Plume needed no other incentive. She walked back over and suddenly used all six of her arms to grab both of Lukas’ and raise them above his head.
“What if you married me, Lukas?” Renismelthin spoke to him as Ariella. “What if we became intimate in the bedroom? Hmm? Especially knowing what I know about you now.”
Lukas became aware of the blood flowing to his penis as he gazed upon her.
“What if I decided to… oh, I don’t know… punish you for not straightening up our cottage?” Would I do it like… this?” She reached out and began to gently tickle his tummy with her fingernails.
“Hahahahahahahaha hehehehe hahahahahahaha…”
“See… you never do what I ask you to.” The Tickle Monster played fully into the act. “And now that I know your secret… there is only one way to punish you. So what do I do with a ticklish boy like you who won’t do what mama asks, huh?”
“Hahahahahahahahahahahaha…”
“Exactly! Mama gives him the giggles until he falls back in line. Coochie coochie coo…” She reached down and grabbed him on the tops of his thighs so that her thumbs could lightly drift along the creases there.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Oh?!” She made funny faces at him by widening her eyes and play gasping with her mouth. “Oh? Oh yeah? That’s all it takes for my big warrior to do what I say?”
“YOU’RE NOT HER!” Lukas screamed so loud that it caused Renismelthin to stop tickling and revert back to her true form. For a few moments, the only sound that could be heard was Ariella’s hysterical laughter as the two demon women kept at her. But soon enough, Renismelthin spoke up again.
“You’re right. I’m not.” She nodded thoughtfully. “I’m not your mother or your lover. I am not a blessing or a curse. I am the Tickle Monster… plain and simple. It’s just what I do. And you… you and your little girlfriend… you’re my new best friends. I will never let you leave this castle. Either of you.”
“Ariella is right, you know.” Lukas said. “And in truth, it may not be either her or myself… but one day, someone will come here and kill you. You’re living here on stolen land and borrowed time, bitch.”
At that last part, Plume looked over at Renismelthin, not believing for a second that the Tickle Monster would take such insults lying down. But Renismelthin didn’t even flinch. Instead, she just smiled.
“So sure of yourself… of what is certain. Just like your girlfriend. But there is another thing that I am certain of: You never once… when you were holding that bag over your head… figured out what was inside of it. A balloon, you guessed. Oh no, my dear boy.”
The Tickle Monster bent down to pick up the bag, holding it in front of Lukas, she pulled it open to reveal a rather impressive collection of colored feathers. She took a short, red one out and waved it against him, tickling him under his chin…
“And by the end of the night… the only thing that you will be certain of… is that you… and Ariella… are… ticklish…”
Reynon felt as though he was stuck in a nightmare that he could not awaken from. He had lived his whole life in Antima. He was in his late thirties now but he remembered being just under Twenty when Lukas was born. Reynon recalled how excited the villagers were that they would one day have the perfect weapon against Renismelthin: A warrior who could not be tickled. It would be like taking the breath out of a dragon or the teeth from a wolf. The vile demon would be powerless to stop her demise at Lukas’ hands. Over the years, while Lukas was constantly tested for ticklishness by the various women in the village, Reynon taught him how to fight. How to kill. He taught the boy everything that he would need to know to stand up to Renismelthin in battle.
Reynon had been so proud a week or so ago when he and another guard named Josef had escorted Lukas up the mountain to Castle Rathor. He had felt such relief for himself and the other villagers that Renismelthin would soon plague them no more. Once he and Josef had left Lukas at the castle gates, the two men shared an alleviated laugh together. They knew that their troubles were no more. And that Lukas would be victorious.
But things didn’t turn out that way.
The first concerns were raised among the villagers when Lukas hadn’t yet returned after two whole days. Things appeared even more grim when… one night… the sound of a young boy’s laughter could be heard faintly echoing through the trees. The villagers soon realized that they had likely failed. And that somehow Lukas had been enslaved by the Tickle Monster.
Now, Reynon was tied to his bed. And at the foot of the bed was a voluptuous woman with two small horns on her head, one of Renismelthin’s servants, slowly stripping off his socks.
“I am not lying!” Reynon insisted. “The boy had no romantic attachments. He was bred to fight, not to seduce!”
“I know all about you, Reynon.” The woman said as she looked at him with a sly smile. “My Mistress told me everything. About how she blessed you with such delightful sensitivity… in the soles of your feet.” The woman raised her hands to reveal long, sharp fingernails. “How as a boy, you couldn’t stand to have them touched…” She lowered a single nail to lightly trace the outline of his left foot. He turned his face to the side and tried to hide his smile. But he couldn’t hide it any better than he could hide the way that he was shaking in an effort not to laugh. “If you don’t tell me the truth… right now… I will sit here with you… and I will softly tickle the bottoms of your feet… until you cry and wet your bed…”
“He… hahaha… he was a virgin… hahahaha…”
“That means nothing. Many teenage boys and girls see each other without entering into such a physical relationship.” The woman took his right foot in her hand and snaked her fingernail up and down, drawing a wiggly line against the sole. “Tell me the truth… or else…”
“Okay! Hahahahahahahahahahaha… There was a girl…” Reynon snapped. “Ariella. She’s his age. They… hahahahahahahahahahahaha… they were seeing a lot of each other… hehehehehehehehehe…”
“Tell me where to find her.” The woman’s eyes glowed purple as her tone turned demonic…
Lukas opened his eyes. He was still in the castle. Specifically, in the same room where Renismelthin and her servants had previously broken him. He stood up and looked down at his naked body to see that his ankles had chains around them to keep him in place. But otherwise he was free to move around as he wished. He couldn’t see anything but a stone wall several feet in front of him.
“Lukas?” The voice that he heard was familiar… and drew intense concern from the boy. He span around to find that his fears were confirmed. There was Ariella, his crush ever since they were little. She was strapped nude in a spread eagle position to a fancy looking bed in the middle of the room. About fifteen feet out of his reach. And on the other side of the bed stood the two horned women who had first tormented him… and who had been tormenting him on and off ever since his capture.
“Ariella! What is going on? What are you doing here?” Lukas asked anxiously.
“She’s the one, isn’t she?” Renismelthin’s unnaturally girlish voice sent chills down Lukas’ spine as the demon entered the room. “The one you have the most feelings for?” Renismelthin approached the bed where Ariella was tied.
“Please don’t hurt her!” Lukas pleaded with genuine fear.
“You are in no position to make any demands of me, warrior.” The demon chided him. “Answer my question. Is she the one?”
Lukas had been in love with Ariella for years. She was the very girl who, at 12, had actually come close to tickling him. Since that day, he had grown incredibly enamored with her. He laid awake so many nights dreaming about holding her and comforting her and making love to her. She was the first woman to inspire lust in him, but also the first to inspire true love. Soon the two became very close, and she made it clear that she felt the same way about him. Of course, due to his constant training and the need to shield him from certain forms of intimacy, the two of them never really touched outside of that first almost-tickle and holding hands. They would play together in the woods just outside of the village, climbing trees and skipping stones in the river. Often they would sit by that same river and watch the sunset, talking about their futures. Their dreams and their fears. Though they tried to keep their feelings for each other secret from the other villagers, anyone who had ever seen them together would have been able to tell you that there was something special there.
Now, as Lukas gazed upon Ariella’s naked body… the firmness of her thighs… the swell of her breasts… he way that the candlelight made her worried eyes glow… how her long blonde hair was spilled over the pillow… he couldn’t help but feel a bit aroused. Something that Renismelthin quickly took notice of.
“I guess that answers my question. Hahaha.” The demon chuckled cruelly.
“How?” Lukas angrily inquired. “How did you know about her?”
“You’re a young man.” Renismelthin stated. “What young man doesn’t have a lady whom he fancies? It was quite simple actually. I deduced that your mentor and fellow soldier, Reynon, would know best how you spent your time… and who you spent it with. I sent one of my helpers to visit him.”
“That would be me.” The horned woman on the left of the other raised her hand proudly.
“Yes.” Renismelthin continued. “See, at first I had thought of having her question your mother but… how often does a boy confide in his mother when he has feelings for a girl. No. A boy goes to a father figure for that. And Reynon was the closest thing you had to one.”
“And he told me everything.” The woman said boastfully.
“That bastard. How could he betray me?” Lukas seethed.
“Now you mustn't be too hard on him, Lukas.” Renismelthin wagged a finger as if to shush him. “Though we certainly know better now, not everyone is as brave as you once were when they are threatened with tickle torture. As you well know by now, it can be quite a cross to bear.”
“Lukas, what is she talking about? You’re not ticklish. You never have been.” Ariella claimed in confusion.
“Oh, I can assure you that he is.” The horned woman said. “And that you are…”
“And that is why we are all gathered here today!” Renismelthin clapped her hands happily. “You see, Lukas… you came barging in here like you owned the place several nights ago and we discovered fairly quickly just how ticklish you really were. But the thing is… there was really no challenge in any of it, was there? I mean, we tickled you. You laughed. Obviously it was quite fun to break the boy who couldn’t be tickled… but you have yet to taste real desperation. To know that if you fail… there will be consequences.”
“Get to the point, you bitch.” Lukas growled.
“Ariella over here doesn’t possess the strength that you once thought you had.” Renismelthin began to stroll over to him. “In fact… between you and me…” The demon raised a hand to the side of her face and lowered her voice as if she only wanted him to hear as she used her other hand to point behind her in Ariella’s general direction. “…She’s got it bad… if you catch my drift.” She returned to her normal volume and lowered both her hands back to her side. “So… here’s your chance to prove to her and to all of us… how important to you she really is. How much you really love her.” Renismelthin clutched her chest and span around like a ballerina. “Oh, it’s so romantic!”
“You’re a monster.” Lukas accused through gritted teeth.
“Yes, I’m the Tickle Monster. That’s already been pretty well established but thank you for your input.” Renismelthin waved her arms before bringing them around her chest and swaying as if she was rocking a sleeping baby. Before Lukas’ eyes, a burlap bag appeared in her arms that was about the size of a large watermelon. “Now then, the challenge is relatively simple.” The demon explained. “You hold this bag high up above your head for fifteen minutes. Neither I or my two servants over there will touch you. But if that bag falls from your hands for any reason… Ariella gets punished… and you know exactly how.”
“No! Please!” Ariella writhed on the bed in terror. The two demon women beside her mocked her with wiggling fingers, wickedly playing upon her fear.
“How heavy is the bag?” Lukas asked, knowing there had to be more to this than the demon was letting on.
“You tell me, warrior.” Renismelthin tossed him the bag. He was ready for it to be about as light as a bag of bricks but when he caught it, he was shocked to find that it barely weighed two pounds… if even that.
“What is in here? A balloon?” He grinned. “Fifteen minutes. No problem.”
“Good! Now raise it up to the Heavens.” Renismelthin urged. Lukas did so and found it quite easy to keep it elevated.
“Is it time for my entrance?” A new voice was heard. A soft, saccharine one. And everyone in the room looked to the doorway to see a strange female form enter the room. She somewhat resembled Renismelthin’s other servants with her horns, dark hair, and robust, shapely figure. But there was something different about her. Well… several somethings: Her arms. There were six of them. She had two normal ones, but a little beneath them, near the bottoms of her breasts were two more. And then just above her waist, a third set. The first pair of arms, the ones that were in their normal places, had hands that sported peacock feathers. The two beneath them were carrying small feather dusters. And the bottom pair had hands that were covered by warm looking, incredibly fuzzy gloves.
“No, dear. You’re right on time.” Renismelthin welcomed this odd woman into the room before turning to the young man. “Lukas, this is Plume. I made her just for you. Built just like my other helpers but with a slightly more… delicate touch.”
“I like to be gentle.” Plume giggled as she addressed Lukas.. “Wow, you’re quite a bit skinnier than I thought you would be. I can see your ribs from here. Hehehe.”
“What is this?” Lukas asked.
“Well, I said that neither of my two servants over there or I would touch you.” Renismelthin clarified. “But Plume over here would absolutely love to make your acquaintance!”
“I certainly would!” Plume had an unusually childlike demeanor about her that made Lukas uneasy. She opened her eyes wide as she walked up to him with all of her six hands kind of dancing as she moved. “Such an adorable boy!” She stepped around his body until she was standing behind him. “We’re gonna have some fun, cutie!” She told him. “I mean, have you seen yourself? So lean and slim… look at how tight your skin is… Look at all of the little blue veins and blushy spots on your ribs and tummy!” She leaned in to whisper in his ear. “I’m gonna get you, ya know. I hope you’re ready to giggle, Sweetheart…”
Lukas took a deep breath and tried to steady himself. By his count, it had already been three out of fifteen minutes since he was first told to hold up the bag. That meant he only had to endure twelve minutes of this freakish lady trying to tickle him.
“Why don’t we start… here…” Plume introduced the peacock feathers to the young man, drifting them up and down the undersides of his biceps. “Is that a smile I see already?” She asked as she looked at him from around his right arm.
“No. I’m fine.” Lukas easily gained control of his lips as he reminded himself that the feathers weren’t even touching a particularly ticklish spot. It had only been the nervousness he had felt from her verbal teases that had caused him to smile.
“Well, let’s just see about these ribbies then…” Plume brought the hands with the feather dusters to his ribs and began to daintily dust them as if she were dusting off a nightstand.
Lukas stood up on the balls of his feet for just a second before planting his soles back on the floor when he felt the feather dusters dancing along his exposed ribs.
“Well, that’s a nice reaction.” Plume commented with a big smile. “Why don’t we just dust alllllllll up and down these ribbies until you’re nice and clean? Hmmm?” Wheeeeee… up and down we go…”
Lukas was really struggling now, constantly raising up and down on his heels with a goofy, telltale grin.
Ariella couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Her whole life she had been told that Lukas couldn’t be tickled. That he was immune to such things. To watch him trying to resist this monstrous woman was devastating to her.
“Fight it, Lukas. You’re better than her. I love you and I know you can do this!” Ariella tried to support him.
“Ohhhh, I don’t knoooow…” Plume sing songed. “He’s pretty darned ticklish. Just look at him. And I haven’t even gotten to his special little tummy yet.” She said that last part in a teasing mom voice that she maintained. “Like I said before… these little blue veins are just impossible to ignore. Don’t they feed you in your village? Why… I can see one heeeeerrre…” The third set of hands came into play as her right index finger, still wearing that soft, fuzzy glove… drew a little line as if tracing the vein she saw. Lukas jerked to his side when this happened. “And one over heeeeerrre… oh, and look at this bellybutton! I can see the little purple knot inside, oh yes, I caaaaannn…” She slipped a fuzzy fingertip into his bellybutton and Lukas lost his resolve.
“Hehehehehehehe…”
“Yeah, that’s pretty ticklish in there, isn’t it?” Plume almost sounded sympathetic. But the grin and the excitement that her sprightly tone maintained made her diabolical nature consistently clear. “Why don’t we give some special attention to this special tummy, hmmm?” Her two upper arms dropped the peacock feathers and wrapped affectionately around him to keep him close and the hands that held the dusters moved down to sweep up and down his sides near his hips while her fuzzy fingers gently wiggled against his taut stomach.
“No hahahahahahahahahahahaha stop thahahahahat!”
“Fight it, Lukas!” Ariella told him. “Only a few minutes left and this will be over!”
“A feeeeeew miiiinuuuutes?” Plume repeated. “But that’s absolutely forevers when you’re so tickle tickle tickly…” While her fingers tormented his belly, the dusters targeted new areas. One drifted behind him and began dusting his butt while the other reached down to repeatedly graze the underside of his testicles.
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha I can’t do thihihihihhissss…” Lukas started to tear up from the electric sensations.
“Yes you can, baby!” Ariella told him. Renismelthin and her other two servants just watched the ordeal as if all they were missing was popcorn.
“Tickle tickle, Lucas. Tickle tickle tickle…” Plume’s words were a sweet, sugary poison in his ears that made him feel giddy and silly. “You’re really giggling up a storm now, Sweetie pie. And these buns of yours back here are awfully happy to meet my feathers, aren’t they? Oh, yes they are… And I can practically hear the nerve endings in your special boy area jumping for joy! Tickle tickle tickle… tickle tickle tickle…”
“No! I Caaan’t!” Lukas gave in and dropped the bag to the floor, using his hands to rapidly bat Plume’s various appendages away.
“No! Lukas!” Ariella cried out in sorrow.
“And there we have it!” Renismelthin giggled. “Plume, you have truly proven yourself.”
“Thank you, Mistress!” Plume sounded grateful as she bowed, proud of her work.
“You monster!” Ariella shouted at Renismelthin. “Let me tell you something! It doesn’t matter what you do to him or to me. Someday, someone is going to find you. And they are going to kill you. You and all of your heinous helpers! You’re all going to die!”
Renismelthin turned around to face the blonde captive, shooting her an icy stare that instantly made Ariella regret her words.
“Is that so, little girl? Well, I suppose that anything is possible. Highly unlikely… but possible. But certainty is a rather fickle thing, isn’t it. When you were growing up...you were CERTAIN that you were going to grow up… get married… live happily ever after.” The demon approached the bound blonde with pure malice in her purple eyes. “When you were entering your teens… you were CERTAIN that the boy you loved would save you and your village from my grasp. Just a half hour ago… You were CERTAIN that he couldn’t possibly fall prey to me or my servants. And look at how all of that turned out for you! But do you know what I am certain of?”
“W-what?”
“I am CERTAIN… Ariella Phenora… that when I blessed you in your mother’s womb nineteen years ago… I paid particular attention to your thighs… and the arches of your feet.” Renismelthin nodded to the two horned women as if that was their cue. The one that had interrogated Reynon earlier moved down to the foot of the table and began to lightly scratch at the poor girl’s soft arches. The other reached down and started goosing her inner thighs.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO DON’T HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Damn you, Renismelthin! Leave her alone!” Lukas screamed at the lurid creature.
“No! I don’t think so.” The pink skinned tickle monster shook her head as she faced him, walking towards him with a newfound animosity. “She’s mine now, just like you are. And you only have yourself to blame. You were arrogant enough to think that you could outwit and defeat me. You were bold enough to come into my home brandishing weapons of war against me. And you know what the worst part is?” She didn’t give him much of a chance to reply. “All I ever do is make people laugh. Bring happiness into their lives. Is that so wrong?”
“There is nothing funny about torture!” Lukas sneered. “There’s a pretty big difference between play… and causing someone physical agony.”
“And what is that difference, Lukas?” Renismelthin challenged. “I mean really, what is it? What is the difference between being tickled by me or any of my servants…” Renismelthin span around again. This time she became like a tornado. A blur. Until when she stopped, she was facing him… and looked just like Ariella, only her blonde hair was in curls and she wore a seductive corset… and nothing else. “… Or being tickled by your one true love?”
“Don’t do this.” Lukas pleaded. He didn’t know how to process what was happening. In her current form, Renismelthin was the most alluring version of Ariella that he could ever possibly envision. He knew it wasn’t real, but he was still inexplicably drawn to her.
“Love your new look, Mistress.” Plume complimented as she stepped back and to the side, allowing her superior to take center stage.
“Thank you, Plume. Will you come back over and assist me?”
Plume needed no other incentive. She walked back over and suddenly used all six of her arms to grab both of Lukas’ and raise them above his head.
“What if you married me, Lukas?” Renismelthin spoke to him as Ariella. “What if we became intimate in the bedroom? Hmm? Especially knowing what I know about you now.”
Lukas became aware of the blood flowing to his penis as he gazed upon her.
“What if I decided to… oh, I don’t know… punish you for not straightening up our cottage?” Would I do it like… this?” She reached out and began to gently tickle his tummy with her fingernails.
“Hahahahahahahaha hehehehe hahahahahahaha…”
“See… you never do what I ask you to.” The Tickle Monster played fully into the act. “And now that I know your secret… there is only one way to punish you. So what do I do with a ticklish boy like you who won’t do what mama asks, huh?”
“Hahahahahahahahahahahaha…”
“Exactly! Mama gives him the giggles until he falls back in line. Coochie coochie coo…” She reached down and grabbed him on the tops of his thighs so that her thumbs could lightly drift along the creases there.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Oh?!” She made funny faces at him by widening her eyes and play gasping with her mouth. “Oh? Oh yeah? That’s all it takes for my big warrior to do what I say?”
“YOU’RE NOT HER!” Lukas screamed so loud that it caused Renismelthin to stop tickling and revert back to her true form. For a few moments, the only sound that could be heard was Ariella’s hysterical laughter as the two demon women kept at her. But soon enough, Renismelthin spoke up again.
“You’re right. I’m not.” She nodded thoughtfully. “I’m not your mother or your lover. I am not a blessing or a curse. I am the Tickle Monster… plain and simple. It’s just what I do. And you… you and your little girlfriend… you’re my new best friends. I will never let you leave this castle. Either of you.”
“Ariella is right, you know.” Lukas said. “And in truth, it may not be either her or myself… but one day, someone will come here and kill you. You’re living here on stolen land and borrowed time, bitch.”
At that last part, Plume looked over at Renismelthin, not believing for a second that the Tickle Monster would take such insults lying down. But Renismelthin didn’t even flinch. Instead, she just smiled.
“So sure of yourself… of what is certain. Just like your girlfriend. But there is another thing that I am certain of: You never once… when you were holding that bag over your head… figured out what was inside of it. A balloon, you guessed. Oh no, my dear boy.”
The Tickle Monster bent down to pick up the bag, holding it in front of Lukas, she pulled it open to reveal a rather impressive collection of colored feathers. She took a short, red one out and waved it against him, tickling him under his chin…
“And by the end of the night… the only thing that you will be certain of… is that you… and Ariella… are… ticklish…”
