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T&T - Shivering Forest: Part 4 - The Seamstress - F/F
Continued from Part 3 -
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“We’ve got more important matters to attend,” Lumi assured, bringing her along quickly. “Your ceremony is tonight, and it’s important to be dressed to impress. Time to meet Tomi, or as she is sometimes called, the Seamstress.”
Claire felt her legs wobble as the athletic woman with caramel skin pulled her along by the hand. Her head was swimming. The line between pleasure and torture in this insane place was razor thin. A woman hung like a chandelier, tickled and pleasured as a reward seemed hardly better than the one restrained within the box, only her feet and crotch areas exposed to their cruel ministrations. Each had been tickled and teased with a ruthlessness that made her toes curl up in her boots.
Her shoes scuffed the strangely smooth wooden floors of the Witch’s half tree half palace domicile as Lumi cheerfully skipped ahead of her, the woman’s grip gently guiding her along.
“While I’m sure that wool and hemp thread clothing is perfectly serviceable,” Lumi said, plucking at the fabric at Claire’s wrist, “it is far from acceptable for a maiden of the witch.”
Claire caught the twist of Lumi’s lips signaling her distaste of her current garb.
The doorway was a twisted set of vines decorated with colorful ribbons and delicate metal bells. Lumi reached out with one hand, skittering her nails lightly over the smoothed wooden arch. The vines shivered and shook, sending the melodic tinkling of bells to fill the air.
“Is the…is the building…um…well,” Claire stuttered.
“Calling it a building does not give it the credit it deserves,” Lumi chuckled. “This is the Shivering Forest. This massive structure is actually a set of sentient trees with which our mistress has struck a mutually beneficial accord. And to answer your question…” Lumi leaned forward, laying her forehead against the doorframe, and started dragging her fingernails up and down the wood with a playful grin. “…are you ticklish beautiful?”
The vines shivered again, this time the sound of the bells sounding suspiciously like laughter to Claire’s ears.
After a few moments of watching the vines writhe and the bells tinkle with increasing fervor, Lumi finally ceased her ministrations. “Thank you for all you do for us,” she said, planting a soft kiss against the wood. “Please watch out a little for the new girl over here, I think she has potential. Maybe later I’ll come down and give your beautiful roots some attention. I still remember just the places to make you squirm.”
Then vines shivered again, opening even wider, a clear invitation.
Claire stared at Lumi, then at the archway finally making what felt like a long overdue decision. She had gone mad. As the insanity only seemed to be piling on further the deeper she went, she might as well accept it. Walking over, she took a deep breath, resting her hand tentatively against the wooden arch, and slowly dragged a single finger delicately across the wood. She was rewarded with a soft tinkling of bells.
“I would appreciate you looking out for me,” she whispered as watched the vines twisting in what she could only describe as a delighted manner.
Strong arms wrapped around her waist pulling her suddenly from her feet, and swung about like a child.
“I knew you were a keeper,” Lumi announced. Before settling Claire lightly back to her feet. “You are going to have to do this next part without me, but I promise I’ll be waiting for you after. When you meet Tomi, try to make a good impression. Outside of Wendy the Witch herself, Tomi is one of the handful of guardians you want to stay on the good side. Sadia, Tomi, Nymph…I’ll warn you as best I can when you are likely to run into them.”
“H…how…How do I make a good impression?” Claire stuttered.
“Each is different,” Lumi Replied. “With Sadia, don’t give her an excuse. Follow the rules, serve the mistress. Nymph is…well…maybe we will get back to her later. With Tomi…honestly, just be yourself. She has an odd sense of humor, pays back what she is given threefold, whether bad or good, and punishes…well…not dishonesty exactly…more like dishonest intentions.”
Claire felt her arms clutch at herself, her shoulder’s slumping.
“Don’t be so worried,” Lumi chided. “This is all just a right of passage. You were destined to be her with us. You’ll see.”
Lumi pulled her into a hug, the strength of which nearly drove the breath out of Claire. “You are going to do great.”
With that, Lumi turned Claire’s shoulders and gave her a firm push. Claire looked back over her shoulders only to see the vines closing behind her.
“Good luck.” Lumi called out as she disappeared from view.
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Claire only let herself stay stunned for a moment. Quickly, she took stock of her surroundings. High arched ceilings strung with fluttering swaths of colorful fabric. Bolts of cloth stacked the walls while piles of fabric made navigating the room a veritable labyrinth of fabric, tables, and shelves.
A high pitched shriek resonated through the room followed by a set of brief cackling laughter. A moment later, water splashed somewhere out of Claire’s sight.
“Geeeekiiiii!” a furious voice called out.
The tittering of giggles grew louder.
Claire’s eyes darted about looking about, confused and a bit scared. She had been told to make a good impression but whatever was happening she hadn’t the slightest inkling. Just as she turned, thinking to flee, the wooden floor below her surged, knocking her from her feet.
As she was about to curse the tree for betraying her, she collided with something unseen to her naked eye.
A burst of colors exploded to life as she and the once invisible creature fell into a pile of tangled arms, legs, and a…tail?
The ripples of color swirling before her solidified into a face. A green face with bright violet eyes staring sideways back at her.
“Clumsy girl ruin Geki escape,” the cute rounded face blurted out, “Geki need go.”
Geki squirmed, twisting about, frantically trying to extricate herself from the tangled mess which they had landed.
While the green girl was significantly smaller than Claire, she found a very thick, very green, full moon pressing against her face, the pair of thick thighs squeezing her head. The green creature was sitting on her face. Claire couldn’t tell if the warmth flooding her face was embarrassment, annoyance, or simply a byproduct of the two thick pillows that were smothering her.
Through her confusion, and muffled though it was, Claire still managed to hear a distant voice call out, ”Grab her!”
Claire’s hands moved as if something was guiding her actions. Reaching up, she tried to grab the small green woman currently sitting on her face around the waist. Her fingers tried grasping for purchase, finding only soft flesh as her fingers scrabbled to find purchase.
Claire’s face was driven further in between the large cheeks of flesh as the woman squirmed, bouncing up and down on top of her face.
“Eeek…No. Gahaha…(Snort)…gahaha…Clumsy girl no tickle Geki….”
Sliding downward across the girls soft midsection, kneading the flesh as she went, her fingers finally found what felt like a braided chord of rope around the girl’s waist. Claire grasped the chord with both hands, her fingers wrapping around the silky material with a death grip.
“Let go,” Geki shouted, as Claire felt fingers pulling at her grip.
“Fine. Geki tickle to make let go!”
Claire held to the chord firmly with both hands determined to hold on, though the threat had her heart racing.
Sure, she had been teased with quick tickles, but she had seen just how tame that short moment had been in this insane place. Worried, yet determined, she braced herself for whatever this Geki creature would do to her.
Her confidence immediately wavered as a set of small fingers began digging into her ribs. With evident experience Geki worked at each rib in turn, pressing through the thin material of her dress, digging into the hollows of her ribs.
Claire shrieked, the sound muffled by the soft flesh pressed against her face as the thick thighs squeezed, holding her head tight. Claire felt her legs kicking out frantically, pounding on the ground as her whole body tried to writhe away from the fingers that rubbed each rib. Already she could feel her kicks fip the hem of her dress above her knees, something that would have mortified her only a single day ago. She barely noticed, the sensations radiating from her sides and the firm grip of her hands dominating her consciousness.
Geki’s fingers were small, each managing to find a place along whichever rib she chose to focus on. They would then dive downward to press into the hollow between, each wiggling maddeningly independent of the others giving Claire no way to anticipate which would be the next to send the electric sensation shooting through her. Worse were when Geki found a spot that made her jerk to the side. There, she would focus her torture, rubbing back and forth along the underside of the rib as Claire body would spasm uncontrollably. It would have been bad enough had the girl simply focused on a single pair of ribs, but Claire was not so lucky. Those maddinging fingers were climbing downward toward her lower ribs, one at a time.
Claire hadn’t known her lower ribs were more ticklish than her upper ribs, but there was no doubt any longer. She screamed, the laughter ripped from her lungs as her body twisted, vainly trying to find some escape.
She knew there was a way to get it to stop. All she had to do was let go of the chord. A warmth seemed to pass through her, something encouraging her to endure. Something telling her to fight through the maddening sensations that were wracking her body and mind.
Her grip tightened as she cackled wildly, her legs flailing, the feel of the small fingers moving downward, making it to her bottommost rib.
The scream that was torn from her throat felt primal, something deep within her exploding outward as the fingers massaged the hollow above her lowest rib. Claire could not help as her body arched and spasmed, the electric sensation overwhelming all thought but one.
Hold on.
She didn’t know where the soft whisper came from, but she focused on it, redoubling her grip.
“Geki find weak spot,” the girl giggled. “Let go or Geki not stop tickling clumsy girl.”
Claire’s mind went blank as all ten fingers moved along the two lowest hollows of her ribs. Each finger would rub the nerves against the hard rib just long enough to send an electric shock of tickling sensations through her sides, only for the next finger to dig in in an overlapping cascade of laughter filled torment. Only the feel of those maddening fingers filled her mind, the desperate thought that she needed to hold on a steel thread of resolve. Giving up any sense of control, Claire let her body thrash, let her legs flail, allowed the screams of laughter to pour from her mouth…not that she could have stopped them had she the will left to try.
Finally, her body betrayed her, the fingers on her left hand slipping from the rope.
“Ha!” Geki exclaimed, jumping off of Claire’s face.
Despite gasping for breath, dizzy from the attack on her ribs, the fingers of her right hand managed to maintain its tenuous grip, her arm jerking as Geki tried to run.
“Gah!” The green girl barked, her small feet slipping as she lost balance to Claire’s grip on her…rope underwear?
For the first time, Claire finally managed to get a good look at the creature that had been straddling her face. The woman couldn’t have been over waist height, if that, yet the curves she sported erased any thought of her being anything but a matured woman.
Tiny feet, the bottoms of which were a pale green compared to the rest of her darker green complexion flexed as she tried to scramble back to her feet pulling at Claire’s fingers. Thick thighs and an ample backside, both of which Claire was now intimately familiar gave the small girl surprising strength.
The chord she hung to wrapped around the green girl’s waist like some strange loin cloth, but made of braided rope. The rope twisted around her waist before diving deep between her thick butt cheeks, and disappearing below a strip of cloth hanging from the front. Her waistline was thin in comparison to her assets, though a tiny pudge peaked out over the rope as she strained against Claire’s grip just under her belly where the nub of her outie belly button poked out.
A set of cloth wraps drew tightly across a pair of, in comparison to her size, huge breasts. The cloth looked strained to their limit as flesh both above and below the wraps bulged.
The round face had a large mouth with deep red lips, the girls canines poked out just a bit longer than Claire would consider normal. A cute button nose and violet eyes sat above the bright lips while ruby red hair spilled out in a tangle from the top of her head.
Despite all of this, the feature that took Claire the most aback, was the one rapidly streaking toward her face. A thick green tail attached just above her ass was dark green along the top with a light green swath on the underside, a fact which she couldn’t help but notice as the tail whipped toward her face.
The impact slammed into her nose, immediately making her eyes water. Finally, Claire’s grip fell away.
Her eyes went blurry through the tears, Geki’s indistinct figure jumped up and rapidly moved away, only to have a second blur fall from above directly down upon the retreating figure.
“Nooohohoho…is not faihahahir! Let gohoho of Gekihihihahah…”
“I do not think so,” a rich sultry voice purred.
Claire’s eyes cleared to see a tall, thin woman straddling the familiar green form. legs and tail thrashing much like her own struggles only moments before.
“…gahahah…clumsy girl ruin gahahahame…Naha hat fair…Madame Tomihihi… stop ticking Gehehehkihihih…”
Clair rubbed her eyes, slowly making her way to her feet, watching as a pair of hands darted in sharply to their squirming green victim.
Claire approached cautiously, giving the pair a wide birth.
Though Geki’s appearance had startled her, this new figure was just as unique.
Alabaster white with black marble lines decorated her skin in entrancing patterns. Even on her knees, straddling and bending slightly to tickle her victim, her head was even with Claire’s own. Poking out from beneath voluminous folds of colorful silky fabric, a pair of alabaster feet as long as one of Claire’s forearms were scrunched, their wrinkled bottoms face up as she held Geki securely under her.
Jet black and Snow White hair that had once been done up in a neat arrangement atop her head, now hung down lopsided and dripping water darkening the fabric around her neck. Thin black lips smiled in an amused smirk across elfin features, pointed ears completing the comparison. Blood red eyes caught her for a chilling heartbeat, only dissipating after a sly wink in her direction.
The lanky woman was holding each of Geki’s hands over the green girl’s head, pressing them firmly to the wooden floor leaving her helpless against the hands that darted in to pinch, poke, and scratch at the exposed skin.
Claire noted the pale green color underneath Geki’s arms as the woman paused to scratch long articulate fingers across pale hollow armpits when she blinked.
The woman had four arms?
Two of them held the small green arms above the girl’s head as a second pair had emerged from the colorful silken bolts of color to drag their nails across the the helpless lizard girl’s exposed armpits. Now that she realized it, Claire swore she saw more movement hidden within the woman’s flowing attire.
Geki’s bright red locks whipped from side to side as the long fingers scratched at the pale hollows under her arms, her body twisting as the fingers moved downward to the soft flesh of her tummy, where the green flesh was poked and pinched. Claire noted the adorable snort that escaped Geki’s lips every time the sharp fingernails danced along the underside of one of her boobs.
“First of all,” Tomi purred, her deep sultry voice sending shivers down Claire’s spine, “no such rule has ever existed.” Long fingers danced across the underside of Geki’s chin eliciting an adorable squeal of giggles as she pressed her chin to her collar bone.
“Second, I could have caught you immediately after you fell. Out of a sense of honor, I did not step in while you played with our new friend.”
The marble skinned woman paused, meeting the wild look on Geki’s face as she panted in rising panic. Slowly, she dragged one long nail down from the girl’s green chin, slowing as it slid across the left breast. Geki grunted, almost hyperventilating with her lips pressed firmly together. The finger continued its path across the tight thin wraps cloyingly close to the small bulge of her hardening nipple.
“…mmmmphhh…(snort)….nnnnhnhnhnhnhn…”
Geki’s jaw was locked down as unintelligible grunts still managed to escape through her pressed lips.
“Even then, I would have just played with you a bit, actions deserve consequences after all. Unfortunately…”
The finger trailed down further, tracing a slow path across the underside of her breast. Geki’s face gained a reddish hue as her body began to vibrate with suppressed laughter. The finger continues downward across her upper abdomen, weaving a lazy pattern before stopping just above the little nub of her belly button. Geki’s eyes grew wide with fear and anticipation.
“…you…”
The finger tapped just above the nub, making the green girl flinch.
“…drew…”
The finger tapped just below, drawing a snort that had her whole body shaking.
“…blood.”
The tip of the nail tapped the very tip of the nub, barely grazing the skin.
Geki reacted as if she had been brutalized, a scream filled with laughter echoed around the room.
“…aaaaaaaahahahahaha…not Geki’s button….hahahahaha…accident. Geki no mean to strike. Geki is sorry. Clumsy girl forgive Geki? Forgive Geki! Pleeeeaaase!”
“Come,” the elegant voice of Tomi purred as one of the arms crooked a single finger in Claire’s direction.
Claire pushed herself into motion upon unsteady feet.
“What is your name child?”
“C..Claire, ma’am,” she answered.
Tomi reached out, her long finger caressing the side of Claire’s cheek before wiping across her lips. A single red smear stood in stark contrast on her alabaster skin.
“You have been struck with violence,” her deep voice cooed, “been made to bleed by a flower whose power has already manifested. This is a dire sin against our customs, indeed it is a punishable offense. Yet the perpetrator wishes to ask forgiveness. Is this an accurate understanding?”
“YES!,” shouted Geki, her voice frantic. “Geki is sorry. Only want play little prank. No mean be bad. Clumsy girl forgive Geki. Please forgive Geki!”
The desperation in her voice was palpable, and for the fleetest of moments, Claire found herself reveling in the power she held. By her whim, she could grant this girl mercy, or condemn her to a punishment that made her shudder to even contemplate. She wiped her fingers below her nose, seeing the barest smudge of blood. She looked at the face of the strange little green girl pinned to the floor, her eyes pleading.
Eventually, she let out a long breath. The allure of that power was intoxicating, but she could not fault the small woman for her actions. There hadn’t been any malicious intent, and it seemed a poor choice to make enemies in this strange place.
“I choose to forgive Geki,” she said, smiling awkwardly. Geki returned the smile, gratefulness radiating from her violet eyes.
Tomi smiled as if she had just passed some unstated test before turning back to her pinned victim.
“Unfortunately,” Tomi replied, “she is not even a bud of a flower. So she does not have the power nor the understanding to forgive. As the madam in direct observance of this incident, I will determine what punishment or recompense is required.”
“No no no no, Geki was forgiven. No punish Geki Madame Tomi. Was little prank, little game only.”
“A game” Tomi continued with a grave tone, “that you have taken perhaps too many liberties.”
One of the arms disappeared into the folds of the draping fabrics that hung from her narrow shoulders, only to emerge a moment later from behind her. The long fingers grabbed the small green ankle. At the touch, Geki began to twist and pull as if escaping was a possibility.
“If you are going to play this game, then you need to be prepared for the consequences.”
Geki’s other leg kicked wildly, her tail thrashing, her upper body twisting as the leg inexorably was pulled upward, the tiny foot soon disappearing into the loose folds.
Geki’s eyes shot open, and she let out a peal of laughter. Her struggles before seemed tame in comparison as she thrashed, free leg slamming into the ground, her back arching to show the green girl’s impressive flexibility.
“Aaaaaaahahahahh, not Geki’s toes. Waihahahit. Nooohoho. Geki change mind. Go back to Geki’s toes. Haaaahahahah…(snort)…GAAhahahah…there is worse. mmehehehercy for Geki!”
“Let me think,” Tomi replied, one long finger tapping her chin in thought, all the while, Geki thrashed and cackled as she was straddled, arms pinned to the floor, and whatever tortures her foot was receiving hidden from sight. Tomi seemed in no hurry, leaving the green girl in torment as she considered without a seeming care in the world.
“I know,” Tomi said finally. “You are going to be punished, I’m afraid there is no escaping that fate my little cutie. The method however, I can give an option…so long as you can convince our new little prospective flower bud.”
Claire blinked, unsure if she wanted anything to do with this. Whatever Tomi was doing to Geki’s foot, Claire couldn’t help the surge of curiosity. What was happening to the small foot that caused such a visceral reaction? Claire’s own fingers wiggled, her imagination running wild.
“Choice one,” Tomi began, making the entire thing sound an academic matter. Tomi’s hand one again emerged from the loose. Folds, plucking the other ankle out of the air as it kicked wildly as easily as plucking fruit from a tree.
“NOOOHOHOHO…mercy mercy mercy….”
“Stop that darling,” Tomi announced, suddenly cross. The hand that had been on her chin darting down to hover over Geki’s protruding belly button, the long nail wiggling evilly less than a hair’s breadth above the small nub. Even through the shaking muscles, Gecki sucked in her tummy as far as possible to keep the finger from making contact. “I’m giving you options. If you are impatient, I could just move to one of my usual punishment sessions. That might be hard on you, especially with how well I know your body and mind. Is that what youwant?”
Geki’s mouth shut, her head shaking from side to side, her eyes wide, the muffled laughter never truly ceasing. The second of her tiny feet continued its slow process of being pulled into the folds of cloth.
“As I was saying, you need a bit of punishment, to correct some behaviors that have gotten out of hand.”
With a terrifying inevitability, the small green foot disappeared into the folds.
“Aaaaahahahah…toes…nohohoho…stay away from…heel not like…(snort)...dont play with arch like…Gaaaahahahah….”
Claire watched in fascination as a green tail thrashed, the only limb of Geki to yet be restrained. The small green figure increased her thrashing to the point Claire worried she would injure herself.
“This isn’t just about one thing, you know. After all, I think we both know who’s been making off with a few extra sweets lately,” Tomi continued, pausing to pinch a small bit of green skin between her digits.
“Plehehehehease…no more tickle Geki. Geheheejki only break little…gahahah…no toes. No toes. Little rules. Punish by madame is hahahahah…no pinch…why is heel ticklish…no stahahahp with poking…no big punish. Clumsy girl forgihihihive… (snort)….mmmmmmhahahah…”
“Ooohhh, now there’s an idea,” Tomi cooed, as her ding found random soft spots along Geki’s torso to lightly, pinch, prod, and poke. “Would you like to be Claire’s teaching aid? I haven’t had a student to introduce into the proper artform that true tickling can be.”
“HAhahahah…yes please! Clumsy girl tickle. Clumsy girl tickle Geki! NOhohoho between toes is too much for Gekihihihi…Clumsy girl please tickle Geki…hahahah.”
“And what do you think?” Tomi said, regarding Claire, not even pausing as her fingers danced across the green skin below. “Are you willing to follow my instruction, to learn how to properly punish this naughty little flower?”
Claire watched as the long slender fingers took a small pinch of flesh, rolling it between her digits. Watched as the green girl’s flaming red hair whipped across her face, her cute snort turning to a fit of giggles as she was tickled without mercy. Claire felt her heart beat, as butterflies filled her stomach, and a warmth that was slowly tingling between her legs.
With a cloying breath, Claire felt herself fall under this mad place’s spell, and found herself not caring to stop her decent in the slightest.
“Yes Madame,” she whispered. “I would be honored for the opportunity.”
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To be continued
Continued from Part 3 -
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“We’ve got more important matters to attend,” Lumi assured, bringing her along quickly. “Your ceremony is tonight, and it’s important to be dressed to impress. Time to meet Tomi, or as she is sometimes called, the Seamstress.”
Claire felt her legs wobble as the athletic woman with caramel skin pulled her along by the hand. Her head was swimming. The line between pleasure and torture in this insane place was razor thin. A woman hung like a chandelier, tickled and pleasured as a reward seemed hardly better than the one restrained within the box, only her feet and crotch areas exposed to their cruel ministrations. Each had been tickled and teased with a ruthlessness that made her toes curl up in her boots.
Her shoes scuffed the strangely smooth wooden floors of the Witch’s half tree half palace domicile as Lumi cheerfully skipped ahead of her, the woman’s grip gently guiding her along.
“While I’m sure that wool and hemp thread clothing is perfectly serviceable,” Lumi said, plucking at the fabric at Claire’s wrist, “it is far from acceptable for a maiden of the witch.”
Claire caught the twist of Lumi’s lips signaling her distaste of her current garb.
The doorway was a twisted set of vines decorated with colorful ribbons and delicate metal bells. Lumi reached out with one hand, skittering her nails lightly over the smoothed wooden arch. The vines shivered and shook, sending the melodic tinkling of bells to fill the air.
“Is the…is the building…um…well,” Claire stuttered.
“Calling it a building does not give it the credit it deserves,” Lumi chuckled. “This is the Shivering Forest. This massive structure is actually a set of sentient trees with which our mistress has struck a mutually beneficial accord. And to answer your question…” Lumi leaned forward, laying her forehead against the doorframe, and started dragging her fingernails up and down the wood with a playful grin. “…are you ticklish beautiful?”
The vines shivered again, this time the sound of the bells sounding suspiciously like laughter to Claire’s ears.
After a few moments of watching the vines writhe and the bells tinkle with increasing fervor, Lumi finally ceased her ministrations. “Thank you for all you do for us,” she said, planting a soft kiss against the wood. “Please watch out a little for the new girl over here, I think she has potential. Maybe later I’ll come down and give your beautiful roots some attention. I still remember just the places to make you squirm.”
Then vines shivered again, opening even wider, a clear invitation.
Claire stared at Lumi, then at the archway finally making what felt like a long overdue decision. She had gone mad. As the insanity only seemed to be piling on further the deeper she went, she might as well accept it. Walking over, she took a deep breath, resting her hand tentatively against the wooden arch, and slowly dragged a single finger delicately across the wood. She was rewarded with a soft tinkling of bells.
“I would appreciate you looking out for me,” she whispered as watched the vines twisting in what she could only describe as a delighted manner.
Strong arms wrapped around her waist pulling her suddenly from her feet, and swung about like a child.
“I knew you were a keeper,” Lumi announced. Before settling Claire lightly back to her feet. “You are going to have to do this next part without me, but I promise I’ll be waiting for you after. When you meet Tomi, try to make a good impression. Outside of Wendy the Witch herself, Tomi is one of the handful of guardians you want to stay on the good side. Sadia, Tomi, Nymph…I’ll warn you as best I can when you are likely to run into them.”
“H…how…How do I make a good impression?” Claire stuttered.
“Each is different,” Lumi Replied. “With Sadia, don’t give her an excuse. Follow the rules, serve the mistress. Nymph is…well…maybe we will get back to her later. With Tomi…honestly, just be yourself. She has an odd sense of humor, pays back what she is given threefold, whether bad or good, and punishes…well…not dishonesty exactly…more like dishonest intentions.”
Claire felt her arms clutch at herself, her shoulder’s slumping.
“Don’t be so worried,” Lumi chided. “This is all just a right of passage. You were destined to be her with us. You’ll see.”
Lumi pulled her into a hug, the strength of which nearly drove the breath out of Claire. “You are going to do great.”
With that, Lumi turned Claire’s shoulders and gave her a firm push. Claire looked back over her shoulders only to see the vines closing behind her.
“Good luck.” Lumi called out as she disappeared from view.
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Claire only let herself stay stunned for a moment. Quickly, she took stock of her surroundings. High arched ceilings strung with fluttering swaths of colorful fabric. Bolts of cloth stacked the walls while piles of fabric made navigating the room a veritable labyrinth of fabric, tables, and shelves.
A high pitched shriek resonated through the room followed by a set of brief cackling laughter. A moment later, water splashed somewhere out of Claire’s sight.
“Geeeekiiiii!” a furious voice called out.
The tittering of giggles grew louder.
Claire’s eyes darted about looking about, confused and a bit scared. She had been told to make a good impression but whatever was happening she hadn’t the slightest inkling. Just as she turned, thinking to flee, the wooden floor below her surged, knocking her from her feet.
As she was about to curse the tree for betraying her, she collided with something unseen to her naked eye.
A burst of colors exploded to life as she and the once invisible creature fell into a pile of tangled arms, legs, and a…tail?
The ripples of color swirling before her solidified into a face. A green face with bright violet eyes staring sideways back at her.
“Clumsy girl ruin Geki escape,” the cute rounded face blurted out, “Geki need go.”
Geki squirmed, twisting about, frantically trying to extricate herself from the tangled mess which they had landed.
While the green girl was significantly smaller than Claire, she found a very thick, very green, full moon pressing against her face, the pair of thick thighs squeezing her head. The green creature was sitting on her face. Claire couldn’t tell if the warmth flooding her face was embarrassment, annoyance, or simply a byproduct of the two thick pillows that were smothering her.
Through her confusion, and muffled though it was, Claire still managed to hear a distant voice call out, ”Grab her!”
Claire’s hands moved as if something was guiding her actions. Reaching up, she tried to grab the small green woman currently sitting on her face around the waist. Her fingers tried grasping for purchase, finding only soft flesh as her fingers scrabbled to find purchase.
Claire’s face was driven further in between the large cheeks of flesh as the woman squirmed, bouncing up and down on top of her face.
“Eeek…No. Gahaha…(Snort)…gahaha…Clumsy girl no tickle Geki….”
Sliding downward across the girls soft midsection, kneading the flesh as she went, her fingers finally found what felt like a braided chord of rope around the girl’s waist. Claire grasped the chord with both hands, her fingers wrapping around the silky material with a death grip.
“Let go,” Geki shouted, as Claire felt fingers pulling at her grip.
“Fine. Geki tickle to make let go!”
Claire held to the chord firmly with both hands determined to hold on, though the threat had her heart racing.
Sure, she had been teased with quick tickles, but she had seen just how tame that short moment had been in this insane place. Worried, yet determined, she braced herself for whatever this Geki creature would do to her.
Her confidence immediately wavered as a set of small fingers began digging into her ribs. With evident experience Geki worked at each rib in turn, pressing through the thin material of her dress, digging into the hollows of her ribs.
Claire shrieked, the sound muffled by the soft flesh pressed against her face as the thick thighs squeezed, holding her head tight. Claire felt her legs kicking out frantically, pounding on the ground as her whole body tried to writhe away from the fingers that rubbed each rib. Already she could feel her kicks fip the hem of her dress above her knees, something that would have mortified her only a single day ago. She barely noticed, the sensations radiating from her sides and the firm grip of her hands dominating her consciousness.
Geki’s fingers were small, each managing to find a place along whichever rib she chose to focus on. They would then dive downward to press into the hollow between, each wiggling maddeningly independent of the others giving Claire no way to anticipate which would be the next to send the electric sensation shooting through her. Worse were when Geki found a spot that made her jerk to the side. There, she would focus her torture, rubbing back and forth along the underside of the rib as Claire body would spasm uncontrollably. It would have been bad enough had the girl simply focused on a single pair of ribs, but Claire was not so lucky. Those maddinging fingers were climbing downward toward her lower ribs, one at a time.
Claire hadn’t known her lower ribs were more ticklish than her upper ribs, but there was no doubt any longer. She screamed, the laughter ripped from her lungs as her body twisted, vainly trying to find some escape.
She knew there was a way to get it to stop. All she had to do was let go of the chord. A warmth seemed to pass through her, something encouraging her to endure. Something telling her to fight through the maddening sensations that were wracking her body and mind.
Her grip tightened as she cackled wildly, her legs flailing, the feel of the small fingers moving downward, making it to her bottommost rib.
The scream that was torn from her throat felt primal, something deep within her exploding outward as the fingers massaged the hollow above her lowest rib. Claire could not help as her body arched and spasmed, the electric sensation overwhelming all thought but one.
Hold on.
She didn’t know where the soft whisper came from, but she focused on it, redoubling her grip.
“Geki find weak spot,” the girl giggled. “Let go or Geki not stop tickling clumsy girl.”
Claire’s mind went blank as all ten fingers moved along the two lowest hollows of her ribs. Each finger would rub the nerves against the hard rib just long enough to send an electric shock of tickling sensations through her sides, only for the next finger to dig in in an overlapping cascade of laughter filled torment. Only the feel of those maddening fingers filled her mind, the desperate thought that she needed to hold on a steel thread of resolve. Giving up any sense of control, Claire let her body thrash, let her legs flail, allowed the screams of laughter to pour from her mouth…not that she could have stopped them had she the will left to try.
Finally, her body betrayed her, the fingers on her left hand slipping from the rope.
“Ha!” Geki exclaimed, jumping off of Claire’s face.
Despite gasping for breath, dizzy from the attack on her ribs, the fingers of her right hand managed to maintain its tenuous grip, her arm jerking as Geki tried to run.
“Gah!” The green girl barked, her small feet slipping as she lost balance to Claire’s grip on her…rope underwear?
For the first time, Claire finally managed to get a good look at the creature that had been straddling her face. The woman couldn’t have been over waist height, if that, yet the curves she sported erased any thought of her being anything but a matured woman.
Tiny feet, the bottoms of which were a pale green compared to the rest of her darker green complexion flexed as she tried to scramble back to her feet pulling at Claire’s fingers. Thick thighs and an ample backside, both of which Claire was now intimately familiar gave the small girl surprising strength.
The chord she hung to wrapped around the green girl’s waist like some strange loin cloth, but made of braided rope. The rope twisted around her waist before diving deep between her thick butt cheeks, and disappearing below a strip of cloth hanging from the front. Her waistline was thin in comparison to her assets, though a tiny pudge peaked out over the rope as she strained against Claire’s grip just under her belly where the nub of her outie belly button poked out.
A set of cloth wraps drew tightly across a pair of, in comparison to her size, huge breasts. The cloth looked strained to their limit as flesh both above and below the wraps bulged.
The round face had a large mouth with deep red lips, the girls canines poked out just a bit longer than Claire would consider normal. A cute button nose and violet eyes sat above the bright lips while ruby red hair spilled out in a tangle from the top of her head.
Despite all of this, the feature that took Claire the most aback, was the one rapidly streaking toward her face. A thick green tail attached just above her ass was dark green along the top with a light green swath on the underside, a fact which she couldn’t help but notice as the tail whipped toward her face.
The impact slammed into her nose, immediately making her eyes water. Finally, Claire’s grip fell away.
Her eyes went blurry through the tears, Geki’s indistinct figure jumped up and rapidly moved away, only to have a second blur fall from above directly down upon the retreating figure.
“Nooohohoho…is not faihahahir! Let gohoho of Gekihihihahah…”
“I do not think so,” a rich sultry voice purred.
Claire’s eyes cleared to see a tall, thin woman straddling the familiar green form. legs and tail thrashing much like her own struggles only moments before.
“…gahahah…clumsy girl ruin gahahahame…Naha hat fair…Madame Tomihihi… stop ticking Gehehehkihihih…”
Clair rubbed her eyes, slowly making her way to her feet, watching as a pair of hands darted in sharply to their squirming green victim.
Claire approached cautiously, giving the pair a wide birth.
Though Geki’s appearance had startled her, this new figure was just as unique.
Alabaster white with black marble lines decorated her skin in entrancing patterns. Even on her knees, straddling and bending slightly to tickle her victim, her head was even with Claire’s own. Poking out from beneath voluminous folds of colorful silky fabric, a pair of alabaster feet as long as one of Claire’s forearms were scrunched, their wrinkled bottoms face up as she held Geki securely under her.
Jet black and Snow White hair that had once been done up in a neat arrangement atop her head, now hung down lopsided and dripping water darkening the fabric around her neck. Thin black lips smiled in an amused smirk across elfin features, pointed ears completing the comparison. Blood red eyes caught her for a chilling heartbeat, only dissipating after a sly wink in her direction.
The lanky woman was holding each of Geki’s hands over the green girl’s head, pressing them firmly to the wooden floor leaving her helpless against the hands that darted in to pinch, poke, and scratch at the exposed skin.
Claire noted the pale green color underneath Geki’s arms as the woman paused to scratch long articulate fingers across pale hollow armpits when she blinked.
The woman had four arms?
Two of them held the small green arms above the girl’s head as a second pair had emerged from the colorful silken bolts of color to drag their nails across the the helpless lizard girl’s exposed armpits. Now that she realized it, Claire swore she saw more movement hidden within the woman’s flowing attire.
Geki’s bright red locks whipped from side to side as the long fingers scratched at the pale hollows under her arms, her body twisting as the fingers moved downward to the soft flesh of her tummy, where the green flesh was poked and pinched. Claire noted the adorable snort that escaped Geki’s lips every time the sharp fingernails danced along the underside of one of her boobs.
“First of all,” Tomi purred, her deep sultry voice sending shivers down Claire’s spine, “no such rule has ever existed.” Long fingers danced across the underside of Geki’s chin eliciting an adorable squeal of giggles as she pressed her chin to her collar bone.
“Second, I could have caught you immediately after you fell. Out of a sense of honor, I did not step in while you played with our new friend.”
The marble skinned woman paused, meeting the wild look on Geki’s face as she panted in rising panic. Slowly, she dragged one long nail down from the girl’s green chin, slowing as it slid across the left breast. Geki grunted, almost hyperventilating with her lips pressed firmly together. The finger continued its path across the tight thin wraps cloyingly close to the small bulge of her hardening nipple.
“…mmmmphhh…(snort)….nnnnhnhnhnhnhn…”
Geki’s jaw was locked down as unintelligible grunts still managed to escape through her pressed lips.
“Even then, I would have just played with you a bit, actions deserve consequences after all. Unfortunately…”
The finger trailed down further, tracing a slow path across the underside of her breast. Geki’s face gained a reddish hue as her body began to vibrate with suppressed laughter. The finger continues downward across her upper abdomen, weaving a lazy pattern before stopping just above the little nub of her belly button. Geki’s eyes grew wide with fear and anticipation.
“…you…”
The finger tapped just above the nub, making the green girl flinch.
“…drew…”
The finger tapped just below, drawing a snort that had her whole body shaking.
“…blood.”
The tip of the nail tapped the very tip of the nub, barely grazing the skin.
Geki reacted as if she had been brutalized, a scream filled with laughter echoed around the room.
“…aaaaaaaahahahahaha…not Geki’s button….hahahahaha…accident. Geki no mean to strike. Geki is sorry. Clumsy girl forgive Geki? Forgive Geki! Pleeeeaaase!”
“Come,” the elegant voice of Tomi purred as one of the arms crooked a single finger in Claire’s direction.
Claire pushed herself into motion upon unsteady feet.
“What is your name child?”
“C..Claire, ma’am,” she answered.
Tomi reached out, her long finger caressing the side of Claire’s cheek before wiping across her lips. A single red smear stood in stark contrast on her alabaster skin.
“You have been struck with violence,” her deep voice cooed, “been made to bleed by a flower whose power has already manifested. This is a dire sin against our customs, indeed it is a punishable offense. Yet the perpetrator wishes to ask forgiveness. Is this an accurate understanding?”
“YES!,” shouted Geki, her voice frantic. “Geki is sorry. Only want play little prank. No mean be bad. Clumsy girl forgive Geki. Please forgive Geki!”
The desperation in her voice was palpable, and for the fleetest of moments, Claire found herself reveling in the power she held. By her whim, she could grant this girl mercy, or condemn her to a punishment that made her shudder to even contemplate. She wiped her fingers below her nose, seeing the barest smudge of blood. She looked at the face of the strange little green girl pinned to the floor, her eyes pleading.
Eventually, she let out a long breath. The allure of that power was intoxicating, but she could not fault the small woman for her actions. There hadn’t been any malicious intent, and it seemed a poor choice to make enemies in this strange place.
“I choose to forgive Geki,” she said, smiling awkwardly. Geki returned the smile, gratefulness radiating from her violet eyes.
Tomi smiled as if she had just passed some unstated test before turning back to her pinned victim.
“Unfortunately,” Tomi replied, “she is not even a bud of a flower. So she does not have the power nor the understanding to forgive. As the madam in direct observance of this incident, I will determine what punishment or recompense is required.”
“No no no no, Geki was forgiven. No punish Geki Madame Tomi. Was little prank, little game only.”
“A game” Tomi continued with a grave tone, “that you have taken perhaps too many liberties.”
One of the arms disappeared into the folds of the draping fabrics that hung from her narrow shoulders, only to emerge a moment later from behind her. The long fingers grabbed the small green ankle. At the touch, Geki began to twist and pull as if escaping was a possibility.
“If you are going to play this game, then you need to be prepared for the consequences.”
Geki’s other leg kicked wildly, her tail thrashing, her upper body twisting as the leg inexorably was pulled upward, the tiny foot soon disappearing into the loose folds.
Geki’s eyes shot open, and she let out a peal of laughter. Her struggles before seemed tame in comparison as she thrashed, free leg slamming into the ground, her back arching to show the green girl’s impressive flexibility.
“Aaaaaaahahahahh, not Geki’s toes. Waihahahit. Nooohoho. Geki change mind. Go back to Geki’s toes. Haaaahahahah…(snort)…GAAhahahah…there is worse. mmehehehercy for Geki!”
“Let me think,” Tomi replied, one long finger tapping her chin in thought, all the while, Geki thrashed and cackled as she was straddled, arms pinned to the floor, and whatever tortures her foot was receiving hidden from sight. Tomi seemed in no hurry, leaving the green girl in torment as she considered without a seeming care in the world.
“I know,” Tomi said finally. “You are going to be punished, I’m afraid there is no escaping that fate my little cutie. The method however, I can give an option…so long as you can convince our new little prospective flower bud.”
Claire blinked, unsure if she wanted anything to do with this. Whatever Tomi was doing to Geki’s foot, Claire couldn’t help the surge of curiosity. What was happening to the small foot that caused such a visceral reaction? Claire’s own fingers wiggled, her imagination running wild.
“Choice one,” Tomi began, making the entire thing sound an academic matter. Tomi’s hand one again emerged from the loose. Folds, plucking the other ankle out of the air as it kicked wildly as easily as plucking fruit from a tree.
“NOOOHOHOHO…mercy mercy mercy….”
“Stop that darling,” Tomi announced, suddenly cross. The hand that had been on her chin darting down to hover over Geki’s protruding belly button, the long nail wiggling evilly less than a hair’s breadth above the small nub. Even through the shaking muscles, Gecki sucked in her tummy as far as possible to keep the finger from making contact. “I’m giving you options. If you are impatient, I could just move to one of my usual punishment sessions. That might be hard on you, especially with how well I know your body and mind. Is that what youwant?”
Geki’s mouth shut, her head shaking from side to side, her eyes wide, the muffled laughter never truly ceasing. The second of her tiny feet continued its slow process of being pulled into the folds of cloth.
“As I was saying, you need a bit of punishment, to correct some behaviors that have gotten out of hand.”
With a terrifying inevitability, the small green foot disappeared into the folds.
“Aaaaahahahah…toes…nohohoho…stay away from…heel not like…(snort)...dont play with arch like…Gaaaahahahah….”
Claire watched in fascination as a green tail thrashed, the only limb of Geki to yet be restrained. The small green figure increased her thrashing to the point Claire worried she would injure herself.
“This isn’t just about one thing, you know. After all, I think we both know who’s been making off with a few extra sweets lately,” Tomi continued, pausing to pinch a small bit of green skin between her digits.
“Plehehehehease…no more tickle Geki. Geheheejki only break little…gahahah…no toes. No toes. Little rules. Punish by madame is hahahahah…no pinch…why is heel ticklish…no stahahahp with poking…no big punish. Clumsy girl forgihihihive… (snort)….mmmmmmhahahah…”
“Ooohhh, now there’s an idea,” Tomi cooed, as her ding found random soft spots along Geki’s torso to lightly, pinch, prod, and poke. “Would you like to be Claire’s teaching aid? I haven’t had a student to introduce into the proper artform that true tickling can be.”
“HAhahahah…yes please! Clumsy girl tickle. Clumsy girl tickle Geki! NOhohoho between toes is too much for Gekihihihi…Clumsy girl please tickle Geki…hahahah.”
“And what do you think?” Tomi said, regarding Claire, not even pausing as her fingers danced across the green skin below. “Are you willing to follow my instruction, to learn how to properly punish this naughty little flower?”
Claire watched as the long slender fingers took a small pinch of flesh, rolling it between her digits. Watched as the green girl’s flaming red hair whipped across her face, her cute snort turning to a fit of giggles as she was tickled without mercy. Claire felt her heart beat, as butterflies filled her stomach, and a warmth that was slowly tingling between her legs.
With a cloying breath, Claire felt herself fall under this mad place’s spell, and found herself not caring to stop her decent in the slightest.
“Yes Madame,” she whispered. “I would be honored for the opportunity.”
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To be continued
