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WARNING BEFORE READING IT HAS A LOT OF NONCONSENSUAL TICKLING!!
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You've been warned!
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The [Dungeon Core] knew about Halloween.
It went on a whim and created an array of beings to celebrate the holiday. Well, it was different in Laria. There was no such holiday like Halloween. The calendar and day was not the same like Earth's as well. Despite that, TK felt like it was that day though. It must celebrate the spirit and essence of it within this world.
Regardless of significance or importance.
TK had a lot of points to do whatever. Even if it was a waste, the chance that it will regain most of its dungeon point or make a slight profit enticed the dungeon core. It decided to enact its plans. TK randomly handed out upgrades to the numerous creations it produced.
It loved the creepy, eerie concept. These armies will project its will and ideas on the poor unsuspected world. No one will handle the horrible night.
It was time to spook up the night.
TK could make the assaults official, making deals and contracts to hunt down targets or attack bigger factions, but...
It wanted to create utter mayhem and inflict fear to its future foes. Correction, to its future prey. It hates to play by the rules.
Now, most of the factions were not aware of these weird creations it could control. These beings might not succeed and die.
TK did not care.
If it could create an effect where its foes will fear or weaken them, it will accomplish its initial goal. If some of its creations survive, they survive. If they return, they return with more experience.
If not, it will still be rewarded. It was able to obtain points through these indirect means now. It has improved from its lesser form.
And so, TK unleashed the Halloween hordes towards several kingdoms.
It was going to be a terrifying night.
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An elven city was close to TK's border. With TK's expansion, they can interact with these beings along with several others species.
These particular elves were the Forest Elves. They were close to nature, excelling in druids, mythical creatures, tamers, and other nature like classes. The elves tend to use a lot of materials and resources from the wild.
Most major cities would have a lot of anti magic or protection.
This city does not have a large amount of magical protection.
There was a wooden wall around the city. It was not a manmade one. Dryads enabled the twisted thick sturdy wall around the city. They have a friendly relationship with the Forest Elves. Other beings and species were roaming about, allying themselves with the inhabitants. They traded or gave equal value of something to each other. Dryads would have some protection and allies whereas the creatures like bears or wolves would have good quality delicacies to eat.
Now, the Elves were quite lax, not worrying about any outside force. They have enhanced senses to detect any incoming invasion. They also have skilled scouts and rangers scattered through the forest that was in front of their city. If any threat were to approach their city, these elites would warn the guards in a heartbeat.
If only they knew about the impending threat at their doors.
These Forest Elven Rangers were elites for a reason. They honed their craft, worked on it for years due to their inhumane nature. They have longer lifespans which allowed rigorous and endless mastery over their skills. They went through hellish training, sharpened their senses, and perfected themselves to the best of their abilities. They were fitted with the best gear to fight against any horror tossed at them.
Yet they were weak because of minor things.
Due to how their city was not as big or popular yet, most of the Forest Elves have no magical protection yet.
Sure, there are items in their city the elves could buy, but the merchants are quite greedy, demanding a whole lot in return. Only the richest families and nobles could afford these magical trinkets. Most of the elves who owned these tend to be within the city. There was a bit of discrimination and segregation with the rich and poor, even within the military. It is no foreign concept, many other factions and militaries have this distinction every now and then.
Why is this important?
Most of the Forest Elves Elites do not have or own any magical trinkets to fend off against magical effects.
Especially against possession.
A group of ten female rangers felt an eerie chill enter their bodies. They thought it was the wind until they start to move. All of them were confused since they did not want to reveal themselves. They were supposed to stay still, yet their body... had a mind of its own. They try to resist, but they could not control their own bodies. They start to feel some other effects, realizing what happened to them.
They were possessed.
By what, they could only assume a spirit of sorts. What exactly, they have no clue. Without any means to repel or push the spirit out, they were easily controlled. They could not resist. They wish they could overwhelm the external entity with their sheer will, but these unnatural beings were unaffected by it. Whoever made them gave them a lot of power. These beings could manipulate their body in a number of ways. Not only forcing them to do whatever they want, they can do things beyond the normal limits. They can force them to speak, they can force them to feel...
It was scary how they became helpless tools.
What for?
They don't know.
The group move from their assigned spots, heading out of the forest. As they left the forest, they can hear ghastly whispers or thoughts enter their minds. The elves can picture the desires they yearned for. Or some thoughts that have never entered their minds. Most of these thoughts revolved around sexual actions and tickling. Temptation leaked into their minds. Images and scenes run through their minds, showing them a enjoyable torture on themselves or a crush or some poor being depending on their preferences.
They were aware of this sort of corruption, but they did not expect these spirits to have such capability. They were trying to brainwash them. They resist though.
Except for one.
She could not fight off her desires. Honestly, she wanted to get tickled fuck after hearing some things from her friends. She wondered how good it was. Due to her curiosity, she did not resist the lure or the brainwashing. As the squad arrives at their destination, they stood before an undead army.
The undead were organized, silently waiting for the signal to invade. There were skeletons of all sorts, big, small, spiders, bears, an endless amount of variations. Some with worn out armor, some with a shiny set of plate armor. Ghouls, zombies, those were present as well. The elves made note of this, hoping to break free and relay this information to their allies.
What disturbed them was the lack of any significant undead. Usually, a leader would be present. An undead knight, a giant ghoul, something that stood out from the generic mobs. They might be in hiding.
The female ranger squad watched one of their own step forward.
"Please punish me for being a bad elf! I need it! Make me scream, make me cum!" Her allies watched in silent horror. They would glare and question her faith, but their inner thoughts were a mess. A thought of jealousy ran through their minds, confusing the desire to be disgusted with their ally. Only two elves were able to show their disgust, showing a high resistance, but the others were awfully quiet.
A group of skeletons moved out of the way to let an abomination come through. It was red fleshy being with a lot of questionable parts. It was not a human, shaped in an abnormal way. It looks like a hybrid of a slime snake with a hunchback looking humanoid upper body with many eyes scattered around its eyes. It slithered its way to the elf, circling her. After it was done with its inspection, a jellyfish-like limb emerge from the main body. The limb has a lot of rough bumps making up its tip. The limb slips past her skirt, attaching itself to her womanhood. The tip of covers most of the area, She shivers in delight as two similar appendages ease into her armpits. The fleshy creature did not force her arms above her head. It shoves the limbs into her armpits, ignoring the arms that tried to protect the spot. It squeeze past her defense, assaulting the juicy spot from within. It rubs violently against her pits. She trembles in her spot, laughing loudly. She raises her armpits on her own accord, allowing the limbs to have full access to her pits. She stays in that pose, showing an embarrassing pose and expression on her face.
She lets out a vicious moan, sensing the movement between her legs. It did not take long for a liquid to drip from that spot.
"YESHHAHHAHAHA! THATHSHAHAH AITHAHAHHAHAH! MOREHAHAHHAH!" The other elves want to avert their gaze, but they were forced to watch. They watch more limbs emerge from the creature, covering the elf's body with its numerous limbs. Its limbs explored her body, ignoring the clothes that were still on her. The limbs snaked under or over her clothes, getting the sensitive flesh. The appendages left some liquid as it did something to her. Some of the elves had a thought, knowing that whatever possessed her might have manipulated her beyond the norm. They did not know how bad, but they recalled how mind control could tamper with their brain to the point where it could unlock things. These things can vary from limitations on their actual strength to unlocking something like an understanding beyond the common sense. With the way the elf was reacting, it feels like she was super sensitive.
How sensitive was she now?
Her peers have no clue, but they know her mind was tampered with in an extreme way The elf did not beg for mercy, screaming for more as she laughs deliriously into the night. She moans, screams, her voice was at full volume with no restraint. Drool ran down her mouth, her means to resist were nonexistent. She relished in the relentless molestation. Her eyes showed a side the elves never saw before. Tears and sweat coat her face, yet she smiled as if this was the best thing she ever felt in her lifespan. She willingly held her pose, shaking in her posture. Her legs want to cave in, yet she did not. Her arms want to naturally fend off the invaders in her puts, but she did not cover them up. She begs for more attacks on her pathetic body, allowing the abomination to reveal more limbs to roam all over her. As she willingly subjects herself to the torture, a ghastly figure appears before the other elves.
The being did not have a clear form. It has a misty form as it shaped itself in a form of a humanoid. Or close to one. The being has no distinct gender as it spoke with a ghastly ominous voice of a man and woman mixed together.
"Who wishes to become our ally and willingly aid us?"
The spirits inside of them allowed the elves' mouths to move on their own accord. Even with this, none of them answered though.
"Figured. No worries, this is just the beginning. Try to fight back. It will please us." The ghastly voice oozes a threatening and sadistic tone, showing an eerie smile in its hazy form.
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"What the hell is with these things?!"
"I don't know, continue to hack them down!"
Several amazon groups were hacking at these weird abominations. They were not that dangerous as they did not harm the warriors. They were tenacious due to their durability and their numbers. The best way to describe their assault were a bunch of weird slimes trying to down the mighty warriors.
At first, the amazons had no issues with this. They stomped, crushed, and tore these abominations to bits.
But as the night lingers on, more entered the fray.
They first few waves consisted of small dog-sized abominations. After a total defeat of the first and second wave of these small beings, bigger variants appear before the warriors. These ones were the same size of an adult human. They had a variety of forms, but they were consistent in their thick mass. They would be harder to cut down or even tear apart with their bear hands.
In terms of their forms, they range from a humanoid, beasts, reptilians, insects, slimes, and many other possible recognizable shapes. These abominations were coming in waves and in larger quantities now. Unlike the first few waves were they could crushed their foes, the future waves started to be on par with their forces. Well, they were a nuisance, delaying their death to allow the next waves to add to their numbers. If they could not clear the wave the amazons were on, more would appear. It was like these creatures were playing a defense game with them. They were the defenders and they were the attackers. Timing them with these calculated deployments.
Grunts, screams, laughter, yelling, shouting, gushing noises filled the field. An amazon found herself being held and tangled by these small abominations. Due to their attire, most of the amazons revealed a fair amount of their bodies. The short hair brunette struggled to escape. Sure, the small abominations attacking her were not a threat by themselves. In a group though... they were annoying. Her arms tugged at the abominations holding her arms down. They did move a bit, and if she could, she could pull her arms out.
The problem was the abominations assaulting her body. She wore a basic fur top covering her breasts and a fur skirt that stops at her upper thigh. Her footwear were open toed fur shoes. With most of her bare skin exposed, the lesser abominations showed no mercy. She was laughing, feeling the numerous assaults on her lower body. A few of the appendages explore her bare chest, tracing her abs and tease her back, yet the abominations knew her weakness.
Hell, most of the amazons were aware of their weakness.
Their soles were utterly sensitive. It might have been the neglect to train or touch their feet, but they know their soles were not as resilient compared to the rest of their bodies.
The brunette shudders violently, trying to fight against the abominations holding her arms. The abominations around her feet were sliding their many appendages into her shoes. They entered through the toe area or through the top. These abominations were strange due to weird ability. They can easily change their appendages to a certain body part on them. Instead of feeling small bumps like a plastic brush, the appendages had a mouth with pointed teeth and tongue. The teeth were not sharp like a carnivore penetrating flesh, but it was rough to produce a rough devastating sensation on sensitive skin. The abomination can reposition other parts and control the size of their body part. If an abomination have five mouths, it can reposition it on an appendage and control if it was big or small.
Honestly, the abominations were toying with their stubborn captive. They were just testing her with simple strokes. They left a slimy residue in their movements, wanting to coat her body before they devastate her. The moment they reposition the harsher instruments to punish her, like their mouths with teeth and tongue, she lost it. Her meaty toes were subjected to the worse sensations ever. Since her toes were in her shoes, they have no way to escape. On her left foot, she can feel an appendage swallow and torture her big toe. The next toe was being licked by small tongues by seven or more mouths by two appendages. Her middle toe was getting nibbled from the stem to her toe pad. The 'ring' toe was being toyed with as the appendages snaked around it. Her pinky toe received kisses. She could try to squeeze and hurt them, but it was futile. Her toes could not truly hurt them or stop them.
And this was just her left toes.
The rest of her foot and the right foot were getting subjected with similar detailed inflictions. The brunette fell to the ground, losing her fight. The abominations swarmed her downed body, exploring the rest of her body. Even if her upper body has some resistant, these beings would find a way to inflict more ticklish harm.
More warriors fell to a similar situation, hearing an increase in laughter on the frontlines. The head warrior destroys ten small abominations in one swing, giving her few seconds of rest. Her eyes lock onto the bigger abominations that were on the battlefield.
They were merciless and nastier in their charge. They have strength beyond their lesser versions. The variants could overpower the combat maidens. A bigger abomination subdued an amazon in their grasp. The abomination harass their tone upper body, making sure to stimulate the area regardless of intent ticklish or sexual intent. The creature immediately zones in on their weakness. They made sure to humiliate, capture, and restrain the warrior.
The abomination would wait for a fellow abomination to come close to them. When they touch, they start to merge, creating a larger abomination. Once they fuse together, they swallow the warrior. They made sure her head was poking out with her feet poking out of the abomination's body. The flesh shapes around the amazon's feet, making sure to get rid of her footwear. The flesh entraps the very shape of her foot, making sure there was no wiggle room. While this happens, the rest of her body was receiving a thoroughly treatment within the abomination. The amazon was showing lewd expressions, unable to resist the overwhelming titillations on her body. She wish she could move, but the abomination neutralized such desires. Her soles quiver in their entrapment, yearning for some relief. Small tendrils and flesh instruments slowly appear around her trapped feet. They linger above her immobilized soles, prepping for the torturous onslaught.
The amazon has no clue what will happen to them. She knows her feet and head were sticking out, but with the distracting sensations, she could not foresee her true torture. The moment the abomination unleash a frenzy on her poor soles, she went ballistic, screaming for mercy.
Some of the warriors sense a bit of dread from this. Their morale degrades with such a scene. Worse, this abomination can still fight with the entrapped amazon. A few warriors fell into a similar state, pressuring the mighty amazon warriors.
Worse of all, this was just a brief introduction to the upcoming horror.
A new batch of creatures approach them, shaking the ground with their steps.
The head amazon mutters quietly, "Living Armors."
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The naked man could not move. His arms are stretched above his head, revealing his pits before his tormentor.
He wanted it to stop, but he could not stop it.
The pretty blonde woman rakes into his armpits, whispering in his ear in a light manner.
"You are such a naughty boy. You are begging me to tickle your helpless armpits? Do you want me to stop?"
"P-Please stop! I-I beg you!"
"No can do~ I have my order. Do you like this?"
"N-N-No!"
"Shame. If you don't, move your arms then." She waits a few seconds. Nothing happens. "No? Well, don't mind if I do."
"M-MerCYCHAHHAEHHEAHHAHHA!"
"Mercy? Nope. None of that. For you and all of your mates."
This poor lad was not the only one getting tickled. All of the male guards within the barracks were getting tortured. If someone entered, they would assume that they were willing. They were in vulnerable positions, butt naked showing no resistance whatsoever. They were begging for this treatment.
Despite the outside appearance, the real reason was due to witchcraft.
Specifically voodoo magic.
The guards were swayed by these pretty ladies, allowing them into their city and their barracks. Due to the stress of continuous, arduous work and lack of free time, the guards did not have as much relief lately.
Especially the males.
Once these ladies appeared at nighttime and offered their services, the males could not refuse the temptation. It was a good time to get some relief and make it quick. The only condition they had was to give a strand of their hair to them. They had to get one from each guard.
Once they did this, the ladies will give them a grand surprise within the barracks.
They waited... to feel an unknown magic control them.
That's when the ladies revealed their craft.
Voodoo magic.
Most of the ladies targeted their ideal prey. The dolls that controlled the guards were out of sight. The guards would change their poses, leaving themselves in a pitiful state. Some would be on all fours, allowing the females to roam their hands all over their bodies. Some would just stand there, allowing the hands to explore their body. Some guards were lying in bed, having some ladies tickle the soles of their feet.
The lady grabs the captain's attention by dragging her finger against his armpit, breaking him out of his thoughts.
"Don't worry, we will treat you a bit better than the other beings. You should be thankfu."
"I-Ihehhehahahahhhahdonthahhahhaha knowhahahahhaha!"
"You don't know?!" She digs fiercely into his armpits, making him shake in his immobilized state. She scratched hard and fast, forcing him to laugh. She did not ease up, continuing her alluring taunts and threats.
"You will like this. I will make you like this. Every action here," she presses hard, making sure he yelps or screams at the emphasized touch, "Every moment we are together, you will love it. If I have to..." She nibbles on his bare neck, right hand scratching deeper into his pit, and...
"NOHAHHAHA DONTHAHAHAHHA!! PLEASHEHHAHAHHAHA!"
"Awwww~? Begging now? Why? Do you hate this?" She continues the tickling and pumping, watching the captain quiver so helplessly. "Tell me the truth captain."
"IHAHHAHHEHAHHAHA!! STOPHAHAHAHH!"
She stops, pouting a bit.
"You stand like this, teasing me with your tone body. I was trying to please you. Look at your allies." The captain's brown eyes glance towards the right.
A lot of the newcomers were a mess already. They were begging for more sensations. Some hated the tickling, especially after ejaculating, but they were obeying their mistress. The ones who submitted admit some juicy information to their new mistress, giving them a way to torment them even further.
The captain watch one man lie himself in bed, pretending as if he was strapped down in an X-frame. The women surround him, attacking his ripe body. He stays there, taking the torment. He even spread his chubby toes to allow the women easy access to the space between the digits. He was screaming yes, drooling as the women ravage his body. Their hands trace his manly chest, outlining the tone muscles form. The woman made sure to attack a neglected spot near his groin and hips, sending him in a fit. His throbbing cock wiggles about until the girls start to pump and tease his manhood. Already leaking some precum, the woman slowly tease his manhood with ease. He bucks against invisible restrains as he can feel his feet get treated. Two girls were sucking and licking his toes as their fingers gently stroke his soles. Unable to hold back, he releases. The women applaud him before they unleash a devastating ticklish assault all over his body.
"If you want me to stop, I guess I might have to please someone else. I was being nice you know. You could end up like those guys."
To the left, the captain saw a batch of stubborn guys being subjected to a harsher punishment. More women were on this side, but they were tormenting the stubborn males through psychological means. The stubborn male who refuses to get tickled and get fucked would watch some other dude go through the grueling obedience process. They are made to sit and watch the scene play before them. As this happens, some females would taunt and tease the immobilized male, whispering seductive in their ear. It could be threats or promises of eternal bliss. They would also lightly stroke all over their bodies, trying to illicit some sensation or craving out of them.
Some of the males succumb to this, allowing themselves to be subjected to the treatment. If ten minutes have passed, the women would proceed with the destructive procedure.
They would pump his manhood at the scenes before him. Before he releases, they will abruptly stop. Some women would add to this by tickling them especially on their weak spots to really drive them nuts.
There is a guard who receiving a very thorough punishment. He refuses the women, being edged as he receive a full body treatment. They got him in an embarrassing pose that reminded the captain of the foreign porn he saw from another world. It was if he was posing or imitating a crab, arms and legs bend outwards. His arms were raised with his hands close to his head. He stood on the balls of his feet. As if to insult his manliness, his hand was giving the peace signs. The girls would tickle the common tickle spots, watching him shake pathetically in place in such an embarrassing pose. The women would tease at the man's penis, taunting him. They pump him to the point where he could do it, but stop so randomly and abruptly. They somehow knew when he was going to release. To really drive the torment, they would tickle his balls, sending him in a frenzy. Some of the women would whisper threat if they found any precum. Some would whisper praise and blissful sex if he came from the tickling and slight teases. The man can handle himself for a while...
But for how long?
"I..." The captain wished he could go back in time and stopped this. With all of this ruckus, they should have received help. He hoped the female guards would wish in to slay these witches.
Sadly, they never came.
The captain dreaded this. He knew, after seeing these women at work, they ensured their demise and destroyed any rescue to save them.
"Nah, I think I will just do whatever with you. If you want to resist, try to." Without any warning, she tickles his sides, making him squeal. He tries to move, but nothing happens. He remains in the same position with his arms over high above his head. She blows a wet raspberry before she savagely sticks her tongue in his belly button. He bucks in place, laughing madly in his pathetic pose.
"Yes! Laugh you silly captain!" The teases do not help, wanting to shut his ears. He closes his eyes, but the woman dives her hands into his armpits. She tickles at the center spot of those pits, making he begged. He tries to push his arms down. Nothing happened, remembering his helpless state.
"STOPHAHAHHAHAHA SHAHHAHAHAHAHAHH!"
"No can do big man! You can't escape! Enjoy it! I know you are slowly accepting it!" He tries to shake his head. He couldn't. He moves his eyes side to side. The woman notice it, smiling evilly.
"No!? Too bad." She grips his shaft, teasing its stiff shape with a quick scratch on the very tip of his cock. "This thing is telling me otherwise!"
"Y-YOUREHAHHAH FORCINGHAHAH ITHAHAH!"
"Am I?! Let me see if you say that once I get you excited!" He tries to resist. He did for a minute. Just a minute. He can sense the losing battle, coming close to his release. He tries to get her to go faster or get her to do more crazy thing, yet his mouth was still begging her to stop.
"STOPHAHAHHAHAHAH! PLEASHEHAHHAHAHHAH!!!! STOPHAHAHAH!! MERCYEHAHAHHAHAHA!"
He was close... Very close...
A bit more-
"Okay dear."
She stops.
"HahhheahehehahhhaHahahh. W-WAIT! NO!" He looks at her in disbelief. She knew when he was close to release. The woman eyes at her nails, acting clueless to his conundrum.
"You told me to stop."
"I... I didn't... I mean."
"Maybe you were right, I was harsh."
"Wait. I was close."
"Maybe I should do it with someone else. Someone a bit worthy. And I thought you liked me captain." She acts hurt, frowning and blinking a bit of tears from her eyes.
"Wait! HOLD ON!"
"Ladies, I think I got a stubborn captain who wants the harsh lesson."
"No! M-Ma'am! I-I am sorry! J-Just do what you want!" The captain tries to get her attention again. She ponders a bit, acting innocent and looking as if she will agree.
She smiles.
"Nope."
"W-What-"
"Take him away!" The woman walks outside, ignoring the pleas from the captain she was torturing. As she venture outside to see the night sky, a dark hooded being approach her.
"So how are the ladies doing?"
He holds up a small orb, revealing the female guards. Unlike the males who were receiving a very intimate touch or torturous session, the women were attacked through their dreams.
The Dream Weaver reveals a guard allowing her crush to tickle her and fuck her. She was not open to the idea at first. The man in her dreams slowly made her accept this approach, getting her to submit in the end.
"I bet there were some resistance."
The hooded creature nods, changing the scene in the orb to a more sinister set up. Pretty much the guard was sentenced to the dungeon for a crime of sorts. The scene replayed the beginning where she resisted like a fierce tiger. It goes further through the many scenarios where she was going through several specialized tortures before she began to lose her spirit.
At the end, where her nightmare is at now, she is tied down so severely she could not move an inch.
Through the nightmare, she reveals how she wanted to be so helpless she could not move as much. Multiple straps pin her entire body down. It was tight to the point where she could only quiver so pathetically. Head and hands were secured as well. Her fingers were tied with her palm pointed towards the ceilings. Her feet received extra attention to make sure they can only shake so pathetically. Toes were tied, ankles secured tightly in the stocks. Rods pressed against the sides of her feet to ensure no side-to-side movement. A very thin curve holds her heels, enforcing the already present bondage on her feet.
She wanted to numb her senses to amplify the ticklish session. Blindfold covers her sight. Gag hinders her speech. Earmuffs stops her hearing. They coat lotion all over her, making sure her skin absorbs it nice and well.
She told them how to tickle her exactly.
Watching the scene in the orb, a lot of well toned naked males would feather the body that was not a common tickle spots. Her palms, neck, her entire arms and legs, even her back were subjected to feathers. They had a few or a lot, it was up to the tormenters. Her armpits were getting assaulted by forks. They moved at random patterns, but it was only up to four to five forks per armpit. It depends on how the tormenters position themselves and the way they use their weapons.
Her belly and sides were engulfed by horse brushes, running eight of them all over the wide area. For her belly button, two power flossers wielded by a single man harassed that spot. Her hips, upper legs, groin were being manhandled. Hands and fingers grab, scratch, and tease those regions.
Her soles had a mix of instruments that went beyond the rest of her body.
A lot of pens would write on the surface of her soles as pointy wooden earpick tips would scratch meticulously on each of her toe pads. An electric brush would roam between these toes, harassing the space between or the toe stems. There was a giant dark mark on her arches, showing how sensitive the spot was and how the torturers would heavily mark the region. Her feet quiver so helplessly that one would pity the victim.
To really push this female guard further, the ticklers would start to rub their penis at various spots. Sometimes it was random, sometimes in a pattern. They would still tickle her soles but rub their dicks against the middle of her sole. Some would not ejaculate, some would. They would paint her soles or don't. Some did the same at other spots. Some on her armpits, belly, stomach, legs, it was random or planned. They sometimes leave the mess on her or don't. They even tease her tied fingers and open palms with their cocks, making the ticklee so giddy.
Even without doing anything to her pussy, she was leaking from the exhilarating session.
"Nice. Guess we can allow the army to do a quick take over then. We might meet resistance with the elite guards, but I think we can do the same trick to them. What do you think?"
"Will be easy." The head witch of Voodoo magic and the Dream Weaver head deeper into the human city.
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Aezelin lazily strokes the female stretched armpit on her left, her right hand using her one index finger to scratch the immobilized foot close by as she nibbles on a nipple.
The women scream in their slime gags, unable to wiggle away.
With her certain upgrades, Aezelin was one of the few select beings to participate. She fit the theme since she was a Tickle Slime Succubus. Her form was quite solid, the appearance of a female human yet she can easily shift her look to whatever she deemed fit. If she wants to, she can really torture these princesses. She was being lazy because... this was such a bore. It was easy to get access to the castle.
She just flew into the unsecured window and trapped the princesses.
Azezelin could question why all three of them were in the room, but she did her part. She was going to have a bit more fun in a bit though. The reinforcements are making their way and if she remembers correctly, the queen of this kingdom was something.
She should be awake. Due to her evolution, she obtained a lot of juicy information on her target. She eyes at the three captive.
The youngest was a short redhead girl, the middle princess was a brunette with her hair in a ponytail, and the eldest has long dark hair. She would have relish their terrified gaze, but the slime snared up their vision.
Due to the many specializations TK has with slimes, Azezelin took a few restricting slimes. Their entire purpose was to just bind their prey in a specific way. They have comfortably mummified them. The Tickle Slime Succubus made sure to figure out where their weak spot was to really capitalize on the torment. All three were blindfolded, gagged, and earmuffed. Or the slime covered their ears, heightening their growing fear and uncertainty to what Azezelin would do.
Well, by her simple teases, she was tickling them.
There was no simple giggles, all three laughing as their weak spot has been exposed and restrained so thoroughly. Not only that, Azezelin spread a very dangerous liquid on their special spot, giving off deadly effect along with the heightened increase to one's sensitivity.
She was a tickling slime specialist.
The eldest princess had her large breasts exposed.
The middle princess has her big feet outside of the mummification. She can only slightly flex her toes within the slimy toe binds.
The youngest has her armpits exposed, feeling weird since this was the first time she feels as if the spot was being stretched beyond their limits.
"I would like to give you three a personal touch, but I think I want to play with your gorgeous mom. I will make sure to treat you three though. This will take a bit of time."
She was applying something to their spots. She uses some slime residue as a tape or glue to ensure the foreign objects stay at their ideal spots. The eldest princess feels something being placed on her nipples, gluing themselves to place. The middle princess can feel a large object secured to her soles. It seems to cover the length of her soles, wondering what was the weird object. A similar object was placed inside the youngest armpits.
"Let me turn it on now."
Vibrations pulse through the objects, sending the princesses in a fit. The eldest has a different object, feeling her nibbles getting surrounded by a fast brush. There was no escape since it was cupped around her nipples. She bucked, but the slimes restraining her made sure she did not get off of the massive bed. The youngest was going beyond the other two princesses, screaming her head off. The one who was a bit tame was the middle princess. She was laughing, but it seems like she was not bothered as much. Azezelin looks at her toes, leaning in for a moment to lick them.
She has a hunch.
As a succubus, she can sense some hidden desires. It was hard to just guest though. These desires can reveal themselves if she pushes it. Azezelin thinks this princess would get bothered if she also does something to her pudgy toes.
What exactly?
This was why Azezelin lightly lickes those teasing digits. She yelps, struggling in her binds. The succubus smiles, making sure she was reading off the certain kink from this princess. She playfully runs her tongue all over the helpless toes, watching her react so strongly to this action. She hums to herself as she scans the room. She nibbles on the pad of her big toe, feeling her quiver against her touch.
"Ah, you have pets." She picks them up. There were three adorable kittens looking at the stranger. Azezelin charms them, tricking their minds to please the middle princess. She gave a few instructions on her, demonstrating it with licks and nibbles on her toe pads. Once she did that, the kittens rush onto the bed, targeting those tantalizing toes. She was on the same pitch like the youngest princess, her toes trying to escape. It does not help the vibrator was adding to the toe torment. It seems like she was getting off from this, breathing heavily with a huge leak of arousal.
"Oh my... I think I'll have to take you as my own toy later. I DO love your reaction. I'll come back for you. Enjoy this small mercy. Once we take over this place, you will be receiving this blissful treatment for the rest of your lives."
Azezelin closes the door and morphs into the youngest princess and head towards the study room...
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The Forest Elves were all over the place.
The undead attacked with no waning as the elves fight with the sudden attack. The skeletons were climbing the wooden branch walls. The elves try to take them down before they got to the top. The nonarmored skeletons were dealt with, but the ones with some armor or with a full plated set, they ignored the shots. Some magic was cast onto them, but the undead archers were firing back.
An elf was struck by an arrow, getting tingled in a slime-like glue. They hit the floor, trying to tear through the adhesion.
The elves tried to unleash devastating area magic, but the undead had something in their ranks to block off the magical force.
The various mythical creatures try to thin out the skeletons, but they were killed or captured. When the skeletons reach the top of the walls, they charged the defenders. The elves did not have as many blunt weapons, improvising. Some of the elven warriors have gauntlets to hold their sharp blade and use the handle as the blunt force against the undead.
The biggest issue was how the undead was nullifying their magic. These elves relied on their magic to push back the skeleton.
A bright light purge a chuck of skeleton attacks. There were a few beings with holy magic to effectively counter the undead. They were protected by the the strongest elven warriors. The elves were not threatened by the undead, understanding their intent. They were trying to capture them and tickle them.
Even if a warrior was being pinned and tickled for a bit, the elves would eventually rescue their comrade. The defenders had the advantage on the walls, pushing the invaders progress.
Sadly, they did not expect a breach. No one knew about the small gaps within the walls.
Due to the dryads controlling the makeshift wall, the possessed elves secretly snuck into the city prior to the attack. The undead was aware of the city's trump cards. The dryads who controlled the walls were deep within the settlement. They were in the main palace, surrounded by the palace guards and some noble guards.
A possessed elite force entered the city prior to the invasion. These elves blended in, fooling the guards within the palace. When the invasion kicked in, the guards sent half of their forces to the walls. The other half stayed to protect the dryads. When they least expect it, the elves knocked out their fellow allies. In ten minutes, the guards protecting the dryads were subdued. The elves tricked the dryads, allowing them to get close before they bind their arms above their heads. Without any warning, they strike the defenseless creatures.
"Whyehhahahahha reyouahahahh hahh youdodgingoahahhahinahah thishahah!" The possessed elves could not say anything. Her own conscious was aware of her actions. She can see through her eyes. The problem was the foreign invader. The spirit controlled her, making her hands trail all over the dryad's naked body. There was no mercy, sinking her sharp nails against the flesh stomach. The possessed elf stare at the quivering body with no remorse, mixing up her attacks with random patterns. She jiggles the spot, scratches it before doing spider tickles, then uses a single finger to tease the wide spot. She leans in and starts to suck on the naked nipple, hearing the dryad curse her out.
"Make small paths for the undead."
"N-Neverhahahahhaha!" One of them screams.
Sadly, one of the dryads opened a small gap. The other dryads felt it, staring at their kin. They saw several elves tease her very violently. An elf was fingering her, two other elves suck on her breasts and nipples while her armpits were getting ravaged with vicious nails.
"I CANTHAHHAHAHAH! FORGIEHHAHHAHE MEHEHAHAHA!" The other dryads did not blame her, trying to resist.
In the end, they succumbed to the despair, opening the walls for the undead.
The army storms into the city, sending the elf into a state of panic.
"Breach!"
How!?" As the warrior try to rally, the city was getting under attacked. The undead barge into the homes, attacking the resident. A father pushes his wife and child towards the palace, trying to fend off the incoming undead.
The undead pins a few of elves down, stripping them of their clothes as they torture their sensitive bodies. They start to tickle them, hearing a lot of noises from the city. The soldiers and guards try to stop the enemies, but advance undead units appear before them.
A tampered skeleton with multiple arms easily overpower the elite warriors. With so many limbs, the elves could not stop the creation. Worse, they were captured and tickled so easily. With six arms and hands, they seize the elves two arms rather easily. They force their arms above their heads, tearing at the targeted spots. Male and female elves were laughing with exposed upper bodies, attacked by the skeleton deviants.
One of these creations held a male in an X in midair, tearing off the elf's armor and clothes. A bunch of regular skeletons swarm him and start to run their bony fingers all over his naked body.
Several elite sword masters decimate these creatures, allowing the stranglers to regroup at the palace.
They lost the walls as the skeletons rush towards the palace.
Any stranglers were subjected to the invaders. The skeletons did not budge at the resistance of their prey. Some elves had the ability to destroy them with their bare fists, but sturdier and elite undead attended to them.
An elven archer was being subjected to tickles from the fletching of her remaining arrows. She was lying on her stomach, the skeletons holding her limbs out. They run the fletching against her ears, toes, and her butt. They teased her back, but they made sure to really get her backside. When she tries to kick and curl her toes, those skeletons grab them, securing her flailing limbs to submission. Her cute butt was covered with the fluffy fletching, screaming for mercy.
A male was given a hand job by the skeleton. The skeleton near his face nibble on his ear. The man lets out an ear piercing scream, trying to resist. Unlike a vicious assault, these skeletons were content with torturing his ears and cock. They also liked to hold him, letting him tug at them, but they still had a good grip on him. The skeletons did not ease on their hand job, pumping him again for another release.
"STOPHAHAHAHHAHA!" They ignored him, continuing their nibbling on those pointy ears.
Some of the skeletons toyed with a male, letting him take down as many skeletons before they pin and tickle him again. There was a circle around him, taking down three skeletons with his bare hands. When he felt a presence behind him, he swings at the skeleton. His fist was grabbed, pulling the man into the air.
It was a skeleton with six arms and a body twice as big as his own. The elf dangles helplessly, trying to kick the large variant. Due to his dangling body, the other skeletons start to grab his legs, tickling the area along with his feet. He screams, trying to kick them. He can feel the skeletons grab and pull his toes here and there, feeling scratches in between those digits. He can also feel a bunch of spider tickles on his calves, trying to kick his legs out of the many hands. The main culprit holding him up move his other hands. Two start to tease and pinch his nipples as the other two grope his firm ass.
"What the hell is with this invasion!?" A female master warrior exclaim, trying to fend the incoming horde.
"Watch it!"
"What-" She has no chance to stop the flying object latch to her head. She tries to scream, dropping her weapon to pry the object off. She can feel something latch around her wrists, pulling them...
Ew? Something ate her hands?
She could not pull them out. Something gooey starts to wrap around her hands. She can feel it ooze about, confusing the master till it start to irritate her.
"What the...?"
She could not see and she was feeling a sudden urge to itch her hands. Her hands were far away from each other, unable to deal with the irritation. She wanted help, but her allies left her already. The undead at her. She can feel something being spray onto her. It somehow got past her clothes, sneaking onto skin.
"Oh shit! It's itching powder!"
She starts to scream. The skeletons hold her in place, preventing any wild movements.
"NO! Let me go! I-It's itchy!"
The undead ignored her along with several other elves in the same boat.
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The amazons were being subdued so quickly. The abominations were massive now, swallowing their warriors, trapping them in their bodies. They display the ticklish torment towards the remaining warriors.
Some warriors start to retreat.
The amazon leader feels as if there was no escape.
Her eyes land on the Living Armor.
They are a full plated suit of armor. They walked on their own accord with no being inside of them. Their insides...
The leader watch one of their elites hack a lot of the abominations to bits. They showed no fear, unleashing a strong aura.
One of the Living Armors marked her.
An armored suit walks towards her, issuing a challenge. The warrior accepted it, powering herself. She takes her axe and holds it with both hands. She leaps into the air, planning to slam her mighty attack onto the armor.
It easily deflect her strike, empowering itself with a bit of its own energy before slapping her weapon out of her hands. Before she could rush for it, the Living Armor opens up. Tentacles ensnare her neck, arms, and legs. She tries to bite them off, pry them off, but more tentacles shoot out to her, wrapping her limbs more thoroughly to drag her into its body. The inside of the armor reveals a fleshy interior of a lot of... things. Teeth, tongues, appendages, bumps... The leader could try to save her, but the remaining armor would interfere.
The amazon was swallowed up within the armor. Satisfied, the armor slowly walks away with its prey inside of it.
The leader can only sigh in resignation.
If they got through these abominations, they had to still go up against those Living Armor.
There was no way to win. All they can is try to delay the inevitable
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Night hands the various reports of the multiple assaults to the dungeon core. It was amazed at the overwhelming results. It easily overpowered these groups.
"Excellent. I did not expect this night to be good." TK says.
"Sure. It's good and all... But how will you explain this?" X asks.
"It's Halloween."
"What... What is that?"
"A time to dress up and get candy."
"... you invaded several groups in the name of tickling."
"That's my candy though. I am just getting my juicy treats."
"... I question how I lost to you."
"Individualism and subjective trumps all."
"Happy Halloween?"
"Happy Halloween. So will you give me something?"
"Yeah. Candy. No, not me."
"Not yet."
"Heh, yeah. Whatever."
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AUTHOR'S END NOTES:
Rushing this so I can release it on Halloween was something. It was going well till I realize that the outline and plot was a lot longer than I thought. Especially with the time I had left before the end of Halloween.
So there are bits of spoilers because it is tied in with the Hellish Tickle Dungeon main plot line. Not a huge one but it shows a future evolution for someone. There will be several different variants of these side stories that will eventually link to the main story.
I was supposed to release this last year but I just lost my fire for it.
Very hard to write these damn fetish related stories since I really have to have a drive to make them.
Anyways, enjoy.
If you see any mistakes, can leave a comment.
Now I go dead cause I rushed this one.
Also, I will be placing this series on here as well. Just haven't had the time to redo the font/bold conversion from dA to here
*/Fs and */Ms
You've been warned!
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The [Dungeon Core] knew about Halloween.
It went on a whim and created an array of beings to celebrate the holiday. Well, it was different in Laria. There was no such holiday like Halloween. The calendar and day was not the same like Earth's as well. Despite that, TK felt like it was that day though. It must celebrate the spirit and essence of it within this world.
Regardless of significance or importance.
TK had a lot of points to do whatever. Even if it was a waste, the chance that it will regain most of its dungeon point or make a slight profit enticed the dungeon core. It decided to enact its plans. TK randomly handed out upgrades to the numerous creations it produced.
It loved the creepy, eerie concept. These armies will project its will and ideas on the poor unsuspected world. No one will handle the horrible night.
It was time to spook up the night.
TK could make the assaults official, making deals and contracts to hunt down targets or attack bigger factions, but...
It wanted to create utter mayhem and inflict fear to its future foes. Correction, to its future prey. It hates to play by the rules.
Now, most of the factions were not aware of these weird creations it could control. These beings might not succeed and die.
TK did not care.
If it could create an effect where its foes will fear or weaken them, it will accomplish its initial goal. If some of its creations survive, they survive. If they return, they return with more experience.
If not, it will still be rewarded. It was able to obtain points through these indirect means now. It has improved from its lesser form.
And so, TK unleashed the Halloween hordes towards several kingdoms.
It was going to be a terrifying night.
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An elven city was close to TK's border. With TK's expansion, they can interact with these beings along with several others species.
These particular elves were the Forest Elves. They were close to nature, excelling in druids, mythical creatures, tamers, and other nature like classes. The elves tend to use a lot of materials and resources from the wild.
Most major cities would have a lot of anti magic or protection.
This city does not have a large amount of magical protection.
There was a wooden wall around the city. It was not a manmade one. Dryads enabled the twisted thick sturdy wall around the city. They have a friendly relationship with the Forest Elves. Other beings and species were roaming about, allying themselves with the inhabitants. They traded or gave equal value of something to each other. Dryads would have some protection and allies whereas the creatures like bears or wolves would have good quality delicacies to eat.
Now, the Elves were quite lax, not worrying about any outside force. They have enhanced senses to detect any incoming invasion. They also have skilled scouts and rangers scattered through the forest that was in front of their city. If any threat were to approach their city, these elites would warn the guards in a heartbeat.
If only they knew about the impending threat at their doors.
These Forest Elven Rangers were elites for a reason. They honed their craft, worked on it for years due to their inhumane nature. They have longer lifespans which allowed rigorous and endless mastery over their skills. They went through hellish training, sharpened their senses, and perfected themselves to the best of their abilities. They were fitted with the best gear to fight against any horror tossed at them.
Yet they were weak because of minor things.
Due to how their city was not as big or popular yet, most of the Forest Elves have no magical protection yet.
Sure, there are items in their city the elves could buy, but the merchants are quite greedy, demanding a whole lot in return. Only the richest families and nobles could afford these magical trinkets. Most of the elves who owned these tend to be within the city. There was a bit of discrimination and segregation with the rich and poor, even within the military. It is no foreign concept, many other factions and militaries have this distinction every now and then.
Why is this important?
Most of the Forest Elves Elites do not have or own any magical trinkets to fend off against magical effects.
Especially against possession.
A group of ten female rangers felt an eerie chill enter their bodies. They thought it was the wind until they start to move. All of them were confused since they did not want to reveal themselves. They were supposed to stay still, yet their body... had a mind of its own. They try to resist, but they could not control their own bodies. They start to feel some other effects, realizing what happened to them.
They were possessed.
By what, they could only assume a spirit of sorts. What exactly, they have no clue. Without any means to repel or push the spirit out, they were easily controlled. They could not resist. They wish they could overwhelm the external entity with their sheer will, but these unnatural beings were unaffected by it. Whoever made them gave them a lot of power. These beings could manipulate their body in a number of ways. Not only forcing them to do whatever they want, they can do things beyond the normal limits. They can force them to speak, they can force them to feel...
It was scary how they became helpless tools.
What for?
They don't know.
The group move from their assigned spots, heading out of the forest. As they left the forest, they can hear ghastly whispers or thoughts enter their minds. The elves can picture the desires they yearned for. Or some thoughts that have never entered their minds. Most of these thoughts revolved around sexual actions and tickling. Temptation leaked into their minds. Images and scenes run through their minds, showing them a enjoyable torture on themselves or a crush or some poor being depending on their preferences.
They were aware of this sort of corruption, but they did not expect these spirits to have such capability. They were trying to brainwash them. They resist though.
Except for one.
She could not fight off her desires. Honestly, she wanted to get tickled fuck after hearing some things from her friends. She wondered how good it was. Due to her curiosity, she did not resist the lure or the brainwashing. As the squad arrives at their destination, they stood before an undead army.
The undead were organized, silently waiting for the signal to invade. There were skeletons of all sorts, big, small, spiders, bears, an endless amount of variations. Some with worn out armor, some with a shiny set of plate armor. Ghouls, zombies, those were present as well. The elves made note of this, hoping to break free and relay this information to their allies.
What disturbed them was the lack of any significant undead. Usually, a leader would be present. An undead knight, a giant ghoul, something that stood out from the generic mobs. They might be in hiding.
The female ranger squad watched one of their own step forward.
"Please punish me for being a bad elf! I need it! Make me scream, make me cum!" Her allies watched in silent horror. They would glare and question her faith, but their inner thoughts were a mess. A thought of jealousy ran through their minds, confusing the desire to be disgusted with their ally. Only two elves were able to show their disgust, showing a high resistance, but the others were awfully quiet.
A group of skeletons moved out of the way to let an abomination come through. It was red fleshy being with a lot of questionable parts. It was not a human, shaped in an abnormal way. It looks like a hybrid of a slime snake with a hunchback looking humanoid upper body with many eyes scattered around its eyes. It slithered its way to the elf, circling her. After it was done with its inspection, a jellyfish-like limb emerge from the main body. The limb has a lot of rough bumps making up its tip. The limb slips past her skirt, attaching itself to her womanhood. The tip of covers most of the area, She shivers in delight as two similar appendages ease into her armpits. The fleshy creature did not force her arms above her head. It shoves the limbs into her armpits, ignoring the arms that tried to protect the spot. It squeeze past her defense, assaulting the juicy spot from within. It rubs violently against her pits. She trembles in her spot, laughing loudly. She raises her armpits on her own accord, allowing the limbs to have full access to her pits. She stays in that pose, showing an embarrassing pose and expression on her face.
She lets out a vicious moan, sensing the movement between her legs. It did not take long for a liquid to drip from that spot.
"YESHHAHHAHAHA! THATHSHAHAH AITHAHAHHAHAH! MOREHAHAHHAH!" The other elves want to avert their gaze, but they were forced to watch. They watch more limbs emerge from the creature, covering the elf's body with its numerous limbs. Its limbs explored her body, ignoring the clothes that were still on her. The limbs snaked under or over her clothes, getting the sensitive flesh. The appendages left some liquid as it did something to her. Some of the elves had a thought, knowing that whatever possessed her might have manipulated her beyond the norm. They did not know how bad, but they recalled how mind control could tamper with their brain to the point where it could unlock things. These things can vary from limitations on their actual strength to unlocking something like an understanding beyond the common sense. With the way the elf was reacting, it feels like she was super sensitive.
How sensitive was she now?
Her peers have no clue, but they know her mind was tampered with in an extreme way The elf did not beg for mercy, screaming for more as she laughs deliriously into the night. She moans, screams, her voice was at full volume with no restraint. Drool ran down her mouth, her means to resist were nonexistent. She relished in the relentless molestation. Her eyes showed a side the elves never saw before. Tears and sweat coat her face, yet she smiled as if this was the best thing she ever felt in her lifespan. She willingly held her pose, shaking in her posture. Her legs want to cave in, yet she did not. Her arms want to naturally fend off the invaders in her puts, but she did not cover them up. She begs for more attacks on her pathetic body, allowing the abomination to reveal more limbs to roam all over her. As she willingly subjects herself to the torture, a ghastly figure appears before the other elves.
The being did not have a clear form. It has a misty form as it shaped itself in a form of a humanoid. Or close to one. The being has no distinct gender as it spoke with a ghastly ominous voice of a man and woman mixed together.
"Who wishes to become our ally and willingly aid us?"
The spirits inside of them allowed the elves' mouths to move on their own accord. Even with this, none of them answered though.
"Figured. No worries, this is just the beginning. Try to fight back. It will please us." The ghastly voice oozes a threatening and sadistic tone, showing an eerie smile in its hazy form.
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"What the hell is with these things?!"
"I don't know, continue to hack them down!"
Several amazon groups were hacking at these weird abominations. They were not that dangerous as they did not harm the warriors. They were tenacious due to their durability and their numbers. The best way to describe their assault were a bunch of weird slimes trying to down the mighty warriors.
At first, the amazons had no issues with this. They stomped, crushed, and tore these abominations to bits.
But as the night lingers on, more entered the fray.
They first few waves consisted of small dog-sized abominations. After a total defeat of the first and second wave of these small beings, bigger variants appear before the warriors. These ones were the same size of an adult human. They had a variety of forms, but they were consistent in their thick mass. They would be harder to cut down or even tear apart with their bear hands.
In terms of their forms, they range from a humanoid, beasts, reptilians, insects, slimes, and many other possible recognizable shapes. These abominations were coming in waves and in larger quantities now. Unlike the first few waves were they could crushed their foes, the future waves started to be on par with their forces. Well, they were a nuisance, delaying their death to allow the next waves to add to their numbers. If they could not clear the wave the amazons were on, more would appear. It was like these creatures were playing a defense game with them. They were the defenders and they were the attackers. Timing them with these calculated deployments.
Grunts, screams, laughter, yelling, shouting, gushing noises filled the field. An amazon found herself being held and tangled by these small abominations. Due to their attire, most of the amazons revealed a fair amount of their bodies. The short hair brunette struggled to escape. Sure, the small abominations attacking her were not a threat by themselves. In a group though... they were annoying. Her arms tugged at the abominations holding her arms down. They did move a bit, and if she could, she could pull her arms out.
The problem was the abominations assaulting her body. She wore a basic fur top covering her breasts and a fur skirt that stops at her upper thigh. Her footwear were open toed fur shoes. With most of her bare skin exposed, the lesser abominations showed no mercy. She was laughing, feeling the numerous assaults on her lower body. A few of the appendages explore her bare chest, tracing her abs and tease her back, yet the abominations knew her weakness.
Hell, most of the amazons were aware of their weakness.
Their soles were utterly sensitive. It might have been the neglect to train or touch their feet, but they know their soles were not as resilient compared to the rest of their bodies.
The brunette shudders violently, trying to fight against the abominations holding her arms. The abominations around her feet were sliding their many appendages into her shoes. They entered through the toe area or through the top. These abominations were strange due to weird ability. They can easily change their appendages to a certain body part on them. Instead of feeling small bumps like a plastic brush, the appendages had a mouth with pointed teeth and tongue. The teeth were not sharp like a carnivore penetrating flesh, but it was rough to produce a rough devastating sensation on sensitive skin. The abomination can reposition other parts and control the size of their body part. If an abomination have five mouths, it can reposition it on an appendage and control if it was big or small.
Honestly, the abominations were toying with their stubborn captive. They were just testing her with simple strokes. They left a slimy residue in their movements, wanting to coat her body before they devastate her. The moment they reposition the harsher instruments to punish her, like their mouths with teeth and tongue, she lost it. Her meaty toes were subjected to the worse sensations ever. Since her toes were in her shoes, they have no way to escape. On her left foot, she can feel an appendage swallow and torture her big toe. The next toe was being licked by small tongues by seven or more mouths by two appendages. Her middle toe was getting nibbled from the stem to her toe pad. The 'ring' toe was being toyed with as the appendages snaked around it. Her pinky toe received kisses. She could try to squeeze and hurt them, but it was futile. Her toes could not truly hurt them or stop them.
And this was just her left toes.
The rest of her foot and the right foot were getting subjected with similar detailed inflictions. The brunette fell to the ground, losing her fight. The abominations swarmed her downed body, exploring the rest of her body. Even if her upper body has some resistant, these beings would find a way to inflict more ticklish harm.
More warriors fell to a similar situation, hearing an increase in laughter on the frontlines. The head warrior destroys ten small abominations in one swing, giving her few seconds of rest. Her eyes lock onto the bigger abominations that were on the battlefield.
They were merciless and nastier in their charge. They have strength beyond their lesser versions. The variants could overpower the combat maidens. A bigger abomination subdued an amazon in their grasp. The abomination harass their tone upper body, making sure to stimulate the area regardless of intent ticklish or sexual intent. The creature immediately zones in on their weakness. They made sure to humiliate, capture, and restrain the warrior.
The abomination would wait for a fellow abomination to come close to them. When they touch, they start to merge, creating a larger abomination. Once they fuse together, they swallow the warrior. They made sure her head was poking out with her feet poking out of the abomination's body. The flesh shapes around the amazon's feet, making sure to get rid of her footwear. The flesh entraps the very shape of her foot, making sure there was no wiggle room. While this happens, the rest of her body was receiving a thoroughly treatment within the abomination. The amazon was showing lewd expressions, unable to resist the overwhelming titillations on her body. She wish she could move, but the abomination neutralized such desires. Her soles quiver in their entrapment, yearning for some relief. Small tendrils and flesh instruments slowly appear around her trapped feet. They linger above her immobilized soles, prepping for the torturous onslaught.
The amazon has no clue what will happen to them. She knows her feet and head were sticking out, but with the distracting sensations, she could not foresee her true torture. The moment the abomination unleash a frenzy on her poor soles, she went ballistic, screaming for mercy.
Some of the warriors sense a bit of dread from this. Their morale degrades with such a scene. Worse, this abomination can still fight with the entrapped amazon. A few warriors fell into a similar state, pressuring the mighty amazon warriors.
Worse of all, this was just a brief introduction to the upcoming horror.
A new batch of creatures approach them, shaking the ground with their steps.
The head amazon mutters quietly, "Living Armors."
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The naked man could not move. His arms are stretched above his head, revealing his pits before his tormentor.
He wanted it to stop, but he could not stop it.
The pretty blonde woman rakes into his armpits, whispering in his ear in a light manner.
"You are such a naughty boy. You are begging me to tickle your helpless armpits? Do you want me to stop?"
"P-Please stop! I-I beg you!"
"No can do~ I have my order. Do you like this?"
"N-N-No!"
"Shame. If you don't, move your arms then." She waits a few seconds. Nothing happens. "No? Well, don't mind if I do."
"M-MerCYCHAHHAEHHEAHHAHHA!"
"Mercy? Nope. None of that. For you and all of your mates."
This poor lad was not the only one getting tickled. All of the male guards within the barracks were getting tortured. If someone entered, they would assume that they were willing. They were in vulnerable positions, butt naked showing no resistance whatsoever. They were begging for this treatment.
Despite the outside appearance, the real reason was due to witchcraft.
Specifically voodoo magic.
The guards were swayed by these pretty ladies, allowing them into their city and their barracks. Due to the stress of continuous, arduous work and lack of free time, the guards did not have as much relief lately.
Especially the males.
Once these ladies appeared at nighttime and offered their services, the males could not refuse the temptation. It was a good time to get some relief and make it quick. The only condition they had was to give a strand of their hair to them. They had to get one from each guard.
Once they did this, the ladies will give them a grand surprise within the barracks.
They waited... to feel an unknown magic control them.
That's when the ladies revealed their craft.
Voodoo magic.
Most of the ladies targeted their ideal prey. The dolls that controlled the guards were out of sight. The guards would change their poses, leaving themselves in a pitiful state. Some would be on all fours, allowing the females to roam their hands all over their bodies. Some would just stand there, allowing the hands to explore their body. Some guards were lying in bed, having some ladies tickle the soles of their feet.
The lady grabs the captain's attention by dragging her finger against his armpit, breaking him out of his thoughts.
"Don't worry, we will treat you a bit better than the other beings. You should be thankfu."
"I-Ihehhehahahahhhahdonthahhahhaha knowhahahahhaha!"
"You don't know?!" She digs fiercely into his armpits, making him shake in his immobilized state. She scratched hard and fast, forcing him to laugh. She did not ease up, continuing her alluring taunts and threats.
"You will like this. I will make you like this. Every action here," she presses hard, making sure he yelps or screams at the emphasized touch, "Every moment we are together, you will love it. If I have to..." She nibbles on his bare neck, right hand scratching deeper into his pit, and...
"NOHAHHAHA DONTHAHAHAHHA!! PLEASHEHHAHAHHAHA!"
"Awwww~? Begging now? Why? Do you hate this?" She continues the tickling and pumping, watching the captain quiver so helplessly. "Tell me the truth captain."
"IHAHHAHHEHAHHAHA!! STOPHAHAHAHH!"
She stops, pouting a bit.
"You stand like this, teasing me with your tone body. I was trying to please you. Look at your allies." The captain's brown eyes glance towards the right.
A lot of the newcomers were a mess already. They were begging for more sensations. Some hated the tickling, especially after ejaculating, but they were obeying their mistress. The ones who submitted admit some juicy information to their new mistress, giving them a way to torment them even further.
The captain watch one man lie himself in bed, pretending as if he was strapped down in an X-frame. The women surround him, attacking his ripe body. He stays there, taking the torment. He even spread his chubby toes to allow the women easy access to the space between the digits. He was screaming yes, drooling as the women ravage his body. Their hands trace his manly chest, outlining the tone muscles form. The woman made sure to attack a neglected spot near his groin and hips, sending him in a fit. His throbbing cock wiggles about until the girls start to pump and tease his manhood. Already leaking some precum, the woman slowly tease his manhood with ease. He bucks against invisible restrains as he can feel his feet get treated. Two girls were sucking and licking his toes as their fingers gently stroke his soles. Unable to hold back, he releases. The women applaud him before they unleash a devastating ticklish assault all over his body.
"If you want me to stop, I guess I might have to please someone else. I was being nice you know. You could end up like those guys."
To the left, the captain saw a batch of stubborn guys being subjected to a harsher punishment. More women were on this side, but they were tormenting the stubborn males through psychological means. The stubborn male who refuses to get tickled and get fucked would watch some other dude go through the grueling obedience process. They are made to sit and watch the scene play before them. As this happens, some females would taunt and tease the immobilized male, whispering seductive in their ear. It could be threats or promises of eternal bliss. They would also lightly stroke all over their bodies, trying to illicit some sensation or craving out of them.
Some of the males succumb to this, allowing themselves to be subjected to the treatment. If ten minutes have passed, the women would proceed with the destructive procedure.
They would pump his manhood at the scenes before him. Before he releases, they will abruptly stop. Some women would add to this by tickling them especially on their weak spots to really drive them nuts.
There is a guard who receiving a very thorough punishment. He refuses the women, being edged as he receive a full body treatment. They got him in an embarrassing pose that reminded the captain of the foreign porn he saw from another world. It was if he was posing or imitating a crab, arms and legs bend outwards. His arms were raised with his hands close to his head. He stood on the balls of his feet. As if to insult his manliness, his hand was giving the peace signs. The girls would tickle the common tickle spots, watching him shake pathetically in place in such an embarrassing pose. The women would tease at the man's penis, taunting him. They pump him to the point where he could do it, but stop so randomly and abruptly. They somehow knew when he was going to release. To really drive the torment, they would tickle his balls, sending him in a frenzy. Some of the women would whisper threat if they found any precum. Some would whisper praise and blissful sex if he came from the tickling and slight teases. The man can handle himself for a while...
But for how long?
"I..." The captain wished he could go back in time and stopped this. With all of this ruckus, they should have received help. He hoped the female guards would wish in to slay these witches.
Sadly, they never came.
The captain dreaded this. He knew, after seeing these women at work, they ensured their demise and destroyed any rescue to save them.
"Nah, I think I will just do whatever with you. If you want to resist, try to." Without any warning, she tickles his sides, making him squeal. He tries to move, but nothing happens. He remains in the same position with his arms over high above his head. She blows a wet raspberry before she savagely sticks her tongue in his belly button. He bucks in place, laughing madly in his pathetic pose.
"Yes! Laugh you silly captain!" The teases do not help, wanting to shut his ears. He closes his eyes, but the woman dives her hands into his armpits. She tickles at the center spot of those pits, making he begged. He tries to push his arms down. Nothing happened, remembering his helpless state.
"STOPHAHAHHAHAHA SHAHHAHAHAHAHAHH!"
"No can do big man! You can't escape! Enjoy it! I know you are slowly accepting it!" He tries to shake his head. He couldn't. He moves his eyes side to side. The woman notice it, smiling evilly.
"No!? Too bad." She grips his shaft, teasing its stiff shape with a quick scratch on the very tip of his cock. "This thing is telling me otherwise!"
"Y-YOUREHAHHAH FORCINGHAHAH ITHAHAH!"
"Am I?! Let me see if you say that once I get you excited!" He tries to resist. He did for a minute. Just a minute. He can sense the losing battle, coming close to his release. He tries to get her to go faster or get her to do more crazy thing, yet his mouth was still begging her to stop.
"STOPHAHAHHAHAHAH! PLEASHEHAHHAHAHHAH!!!! STOPHAHAHAH!! MERCYEHAHAHHAHAHA!"
He was close... Very close...
A bit more-
"Okay dear."
She stops.
"HahhheahehehahhhaHahahh. W-WAIT! NO!" He looks at her in disbelief. She knew when he was close to release. The woman eyes at her nails, acting clueless to his conundrum.
"You told me to stop."
"I... I didn't... I mean."
"Maybe you were right, I was harsh."
"Wait. I was close."
"Maybe I should do it with someone else. Someone a bit worthy. And I thought you liked me captain." She acts hurt, frowning and blinking a bit of tears from her eyes.
"Wait! HOLD ON!"
"Ladies, I think I got a stubborn captain who wants the harsh lesson."
"No! M-Ma'am! I-I am sorry! J-Just do what you want!" The captain tries to get her attention again. She ponders a bit, acting innocent and looking as if she will agree.
She smiles.
"Nope."
"W-What-"
"Take him away!" The woman walks outside, ignoring the pleas from the captain she was torturing. As she venture outside to see the night sky, a dark hooded being approach her.
"So how are the ladies doing?"
He holds up a small orb, revealing the female guards. Unlike the males who were receiving a very intimate touch or torturous session, the women were attacked through their dreams.
The Dream Weaver reveals a guard allowing her crush to tickle her and fuck her. She was not open to the idea at first. The man in her dreams slowly made her accept this approach, getting her to submit in the end.
"I bet there were some resistance."
The hooded creature nods, changing the scene in the orb to a more sinister set up. Pretty much the guard was sentenced to the dungeon for a crime of sorts. The scene replayed the beginning where she resisted like a fierce tiger. It goes further through the many scenarios where she was going through several specialized tortures before she began to lose her spirit.
At the end, where her nightmare is at now, she is tied down so severely she could not move an inch.
Through the nightmare, she reveals how she wanted to be so helpless she could not move as much. Multiple straps pin her entire body down. It was tight to the point where she could only quiver so pathetically. Head and hands were secured as well. Her fingers were tied with her palm pointed towards the ceilings. Her feet received extra attention to make sure they can only shake so pathetically. Toes were tied, ankles secured tightly in the stocks. Rods pressed against the sides of her feet to ensure no side-to-side movement. A very thin curve holds her heels, enforcing the already present bondage on her feet.
She wanted to numb her senses to amplify the ticklish session. Blindfold covers her sight. Gag hinders her speech. Earmuffs stops her hearing. They coat lotion all over her, making sure her skin absorbs it nice and well.
She told them how to tickle her exactly.
Watching the scene in the orb, a lot of well toned naked males would feather the body that was not a common tickle spots. Her palms, neck, her entire arms and legs, even her back were subjected to feathers. They had a few or a lot, it was up to the tormenters. Her armpits were getting assaulted by forks. They moved at random patterns, but it was only up to four to five forks per armpit. It depends on how the tormenters position themselves and the way they use their weapons.
Her belly and sides were engulfed by horse brushes, running eight of them all over the wide area. For her belly button, two power flossers wielded by a single man harassed that spot. Her hips, upper legs, groin were being manhandled. Hands and fingers grab, scratch, and tease those regions.
Her soles had a mix of instruments that went beyond the rest of her body.
A lot of pens would write on the surface of her soles as pointy wooden earpick tips would scratch meticulously on each of her toe pads. An electric brush would roam between these toes, harassing the space between or the toe stems. There was a giant dark mark on her arches, showing how sensitive the spot was and how the torturers would heavily mark the region. Her feet quiver so helplessly that one would pity the victim.
To really push this female guard further, the ticklers would start to rub their penis at various spots. Sometimes it was random, sometimes in a pattern. They would still tickle her soles but rub their dicks against the middle of her sole. Some would not ejaculate, some would. They would paint her soles or don't. Some did the same at other spots. Some on her armpits, belly, stomach, legs, it was random or planned. They sometimes leave the mess on her or don't. They even tease her tied fingers and open palms with their cocks, making the ticklee so giddy.
Even without doing anything to her pussy, she was leaking from the exhilarating session.
"Nice. Guess we can allow the army to do a quick take over then. We might meet resistance with the elite guards, but I think we can do the same trick to them. What do you think?"
"Will be easy." The head witch of Voodoo magic and the Dream Weaver head deeper into the human city.
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Aezelin lazily strokes the female stretched armpit on her left, her right hand using her one index finger to scratch the immobilized foot close by as she nibbles on a nipple.
The women scream in their slime gags, unable to wiggle away.
With her certain upgrades, Aezelin was one of the few select beings to participate. She fit the theme since she was a Tickle Slime Succubus. Her form was quite solid, the appearance of a female human yet she can easily shift her look to whatever she deemed fit. If she wants to, she can really torture these princesses. She was being lazy because... this was such a bore. It was easy to get access to the castle.
She just flew into the unsecured window and trapped the princesses.
Azezelin could question why all three of them were in the room, but she did her part. She was going to have a bit more fun in a bit though. The reinforcements are making their way and if she remembers correctly, the queen of this kingdom was something.
She should be awake. Due to her evolution, she obtained a lot of juicy information on her target. She eyes at the three captive.
The youngest was a short redhead girl, the middle princess was a brunette with her hair in a ponytail, and the eldest has long dark hair. She would have relish their terrified gaze, but the slime snared up their vision.
Due to the many specializations TK has with slimes, Azezelin took a few restricting slimes. Their entire purpose was to just bind their prey in a specific way. They have comfortably mummified them. The Tickle Slime Succubus made sure to figure out where their weak spot was to really capitalize on the torment. All three were blindfolded, gagged, and earmuffed. Or the slime covered their ears, heightening their growing fear and uncertainty to what Azezelin would do.
Well, by her simple teases, she was tickling them.
There was no simple giggles, all three laughing as their weak spot has been exposed and restrained so thoroughly. Not only that, Azezelin spread a very dangerous liquid on their special spot, giving off deadly effect along with the heightened increase to one's sensitivity.
She was a tickling slime specialist.
The eldest princess had her large breasts exposed.
The middle princess has her big feet outside of the mummification. She can only slightly flex her toes within the slimy toe binds.
The youngest has her armpits exposed, feeling weird since this was the first time she feels as if the spot was being stretched beyond their limits.
"I would like to give you three a personal touch, but I think I want to play with your gorgeous mom. I will make sure to treat you three though. This will take a bit of time."
She was applying something to their spots. She uses some slime residue as a tape or glue to ensure the foreign objects stay at their ideal spots. The eldest princess feels something being placed on her nipples, gluing themselves to place. The middle princess can feel a large object secured to her soles. It seems to cover the length of her soles, wondering what was the weird object. A similar object was placed inside the youngest armpits.
"Let me turn it on now."
Vibrations pulse through the objects, sending the princesses in a fit. The eldest has a different object, feeling her nibbles getting surrounded by a fast brush. There was no escape since it was cupped around her nipples. She bucked, but the slimes restraining her made sure she did not get off of the massive bed. The youngest was going beyond the other two princesses, screaming her head off. The one who was a bit tame was the middle princess. She was laughing, but it seems like she was not bothered as much. Azezelin looks at her toes, leaning in for a moment to lick them.
She has a hunch.
As a succubus, she can sense some hidden desires. It was hard to just guest though. These desires can reveal themselves if she pushes it. Azezelin thinks this princess would get bothered if she also does something to her pudgy toes.
What exactly?
This was why Azezelin lightly lickes those teasing digits. She yelps, struggling in her binds. The succubus smiles, making sure she was reading off the certain kink from this princess. She playfully runs her tongue all over the helpless toes, watching her react so strongly to this action. She hums to herself as she scans the room. She nibbles on the pad of her big toe, feeling her quiver against her touch.
"Ah, you have pets." She picks them up. There were three adorable kittens looking at the stranger. Azezelin charms them, tricking their minds to please the middle princess. She gave a few instructions on her, demonstrating it with licks and nibbles on her toe pads. Once she did that, the kittens rush onto the bed, targeting those tantalizing toes. She was on the same pitch like the youngest princess, her toes trying to escape. It does not help the vibrator was adding to the toe torment. It seems like she was getting off from this, breathing heavily with a huge leak of arousal.
"Oh my... I think I'll have to take you as my own toy later. I DO love your reaction. I'll come back for you. Enjoy this small mercy. Once we take over this place, you will be receiving this blissful treatment for the rest of your lives."
Azezelin closes the door and morphs into the youngest princess and head towards the study room...
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The Forest Elves were all over the place.
The undead attacked with no waning as the elves fight with the sudden attack. The skeletons were climbing the wooden branch walls. The elves try to take them down before they got to the top. The nonarmored skeletons were dealt with, but the ones with some armor or with a full plated set, they ignored the shots. Some magic was cast onto them, but the undead archers were firing back.
An elf was struck by an arrow, getting tingled in a slime-like glue. They hit the floor, trying to tear through the adhesion.
The elves tried to unleash devastating area magic, but the undead had something in their ranks to block off the magical force.
The various mythical creatures try to thin out the skeletons, but they were killed or captured. When the skeletons reach the top of the walls, they charged the defenders. The elves did not have as many blunt weapons, improvising. Some of the elven warriors have gauntlets to hold their sharp blade and use the handle as the blunt force against the undead.
The biggest issue was how the undead was nullifying their magic. These elves relied on their magic to push back the skeleton.
A bright light purge a chuck of skeleton attacks. There were a few beings with holy magic to effectively counter the undead. They were protected by the the strongest elven warriors. The elves were not threatened by the undead, understanding their intent. They were trying to capture them and tickle them.
Even if a warrior was being pinned and tickled for a bit, the elves would eventually rescue their comrade. The defenders had the advantage on the walls, pushing the invaders progress.
Sadly, they did not expect a breach. No one knew about the small gaps within the walls.
Due to the dryads controlling the makeshift wall, the possessed elves secretly snuck into the city prior to the attack. The undead was aware of the city's trump cards. The dryads who controlled the walls were deep within the settlement. They were in the main palace, surrounded by the palace guards and some noble guards.
A possessed elite force entered the city prior to the invasion. These elves blended in, fooling the guards within the palace. When the invasion kicked in, the guards sent half of their forces to the walls. The other half stayed to protect the dryads. When they least expect it, the elves knocked out their fellow allies. In ten minutes, the guards protecting the dryads were subdued. The elves tricked the dryads, allowing them to get close before they bind their arms above their heads. Without any warning, they strike the defenseless creatures.
"Whyehhahahahha reyouahahahh hahh youdodgingoahahhahinahah thishahah!" The possessed elves could not say anything. Her own conscious was aware of her actions. She can see through her eyes. The problem was the foreign invader. The spirit controlled her, making her hands trail all over the dryad's naked body. There was no mercy, sinking her sharp nails against the flesh stomach. The possessed elf stare at the quivering body with no remorse, mixing up her attacks with random patterns. She jiggles the spot, scratches it before doing spider tickles, then uses a single finger to tease the wide spot. She leans in and starts to suck on the naked nipple, hearing the dryad curse her out.
"Make small paths for the undead."
"N-Neverhahahahhaha!" One of them screams.
Sadly, one of the dryads opened a small gap. The other dryads felt it, staring at their kin. They saw several elves tease her very violently. An elf was fingering her, two other elves suck on her breasts and nipples while her armpits were getting ravaged with vicious nails.
"I CANTHAHHAHAHAH! FORGIEHHAHHAHE MEHEHAHAHA!" The other dryads did not blame her, trying to resist.
In the end, they succumbed to the despair, opening the walls for the undead.
The army storms into the city, sending the elf into a state of panic.
"Breach!"
How!?" As the warrior try to rally, the city was getting under attacked. The undead barge into the homes, attacking the resident. A father pushes his wife and child towards the palace, trying to fend off the incoming undead.
The undead pins a few of elves down, stripping them of their clothes as they torture their sensitive bodies. They start to tickle them, hearing a lot of noises from the city. The soldiers and guards try to stop the enemies, but advance undead units appear before them.
A tampered skeleton with multiple arms easily overpower the elite warriors. With so many limbs, the elves could not stop the creation. Worse, they were captured and tickled so easily. With six arms and hands, they seize the elves two arms rather easily. They force their arms above their heads, tearing at the targeted spots. Male and female elves were laughing with exposed upper bodies, attacked by the skeleton deviants.
One of these creations held a male in an X in midair, tearing off the elf's armor and clothes. A bunch of regular skeletons swarm him and start to run their bony fingers all over his naked body.
Several elite sword masters decimate these creatures, allowing the stranglers to regroup at the palace.
They lost the walls as the skeletons rush towards the palace.
Any stranglers were subjected to the invaders. The skeletons did not budge at the resistance of their prey. Some elves had the ability to destroy them with their bare fists, but sturdier and elite undead attended to them.
An elven archer was being subjected to tickles from the fletching of her remaining arrows. She was lying on her stomach, the skeletons holding her limbs out. They run the fletching against her ears, toes, and her butt. They teased her back, but they made sure to really get her backside. When she tries to kick and curl her toes, those skeletons grab them, securing her flailing limbs to submission. Her cute butt was covered with the fluffy fletching, screaming for mercy.
A male was given a hand job by the skeleton. The skeleton near his face nibble on his ear. The man lets out an ear piercing scream, trying to resist. Unlike a vicious assault, these skeletons were content with torturing his ears and cock. They also liked to hold him, letting him tug at them, but they still had a good grip on him. The skeletons did not ease on their hand job, pumping him again for another release.
"STOPHAHAHAHHAHA!" They ignored him, continuing their nibbling on those pointy ears.
Some of the skeletons toyed with a male, letting him take down as many skeletons before they pin and tickle him again. There was a circle around him, taking down three skeletons with his bare hands. When he felt a presence behind him, he swings at the skeleton. His fist was grabbed, pulling the man into the air.
It was a skeleton with six arms and a body twice as big as his own. The elf dangles helplessly, trying to kick the large variant. Due to his dangling body, the other skeletons start to grab his legs, tickling the area along with his feet. He screams, trying to kick them. He can feel the skeletons grab and pull his toes here and there, feeling scratches in between those digits. He can also feel a bunch of spider tickles on his calves, trying to kick his legs out of the many hands. The main culprit holding him up move his other hands. Two start to tease and pinch his nipples as the other two grope his firm ass.
"What the hell is with this invasion!?" A female master warrior exclaim, trying to fend the incoming horde.
"Watch it!"
"What-" She has no chance to stop the flying object latch to her head. She tries to scream, dropping her weapon to pry the object off. She can feel something latch around her wrists, pulling them...
Ew? Something ate her hands?
She could not pull them out. Something gooey starts to wrap around her hands. She can feel it ooze about, confusing the master till it start to irritate her.
"What the...?"
She could not see and she was feeling a sudden urge to itch her hands. Her hands were far away from each other, unable to deal with the irritation. She wanted help, but her allies left her already. The undead at her. She can feel something being spray onto her. It somehow got past her clothes, sneaking onto skin.
"Oh shit! It's itching powder!"
She starts to scream. The skeletons hold her in place, preventing any wild movements.
"NO! Let me go! I-It's itchy!"
The undead ignored her along with several other elves in the same boat.
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The amazons were being subdued so quickly. The abominations were massive now, swallowing their warriors, trapping them in their bodies. They display the ticklish torment towards the remaining warriors.
Some warriors start to retreat.
The amazon leader feels as if there was no escape.
Her eyes land on the Living Armor.
They are a full plated suit of armor. They walked on their own accord with no being inside of them. Their insides...
The leader watch one of their elites hack a lot of the abominations to bits. They showed no fear, unleashing a strong aura.
One of the Living Armors marked her.
An armored suit walks towards her, issuing a challenge. The warrior accepted it, powering herself. She takes her axe and holds it with both hands. She leaps into the air, planning to slam her mighty attack onto the armor.
It easily deflect her strike, empowering itself with a bit of its own energy before slapping her weapon out of her hands. Before she could rush for it, the Living Armor opens up. Tentacles ensnare her neck, arms, and legs. She tries to bite them off, pry them off, but more tentacles shoot out to her, wrapping her limbs more thoroughly to drag her into its body. The inside of the armor reveals a fleshy interior of a lot of... things. Teeth, tongues, appendages, bumps... The leader could try to save her, but the remaining armor would interfere.
The amazon was swallowed up within the armor. Satisfied, the armor slowly walks away with its prey inside of it.
The leader can only sigh in resignation.
If they got through these abominations, they had to still go up against those Living Armor.
There was no way to win. All they can is try to delay the inevitable
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Night hands the various reports of the multiple assaults to the dungeon core. It was amazed at the overwhelming results. It easily overpowered these groups.
"Excellent. I did not expect this night to be good." TK says.
"Sure. It's good and all... But how will you explain this?" X asks.
"It's Halloween."
"What... What is that?"
"A time to dress up and get candy."
"... you invaded several groups in the name of tickling."
"That's my candy though. I am just getting my juicy treats."
"... I question how I lost to you."
"Individualism and subjective trumps all."
"Happy Halloween?"
"Happy Halloween. So will you give me something?"
"Yeah. Candy. No, not me."
"Not yet."
"Heh, yeah. Whatever."
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AUTHOR'S END NOTES:
Rushing this so I can release it on Halloween was something. It was going well till I realize that the outline and plot was a lot longer than I thought. Especially with the time I had left before the end of Halloween.
So there are bits of spoilers because it is tied in with the Hellish Tickle Dungeon main plot line. Not a huge one but it shows a future evolution for someone. There will be several different variants of these side stories that will eventually link to the main story.
I was supposed to release this last year but I just lost my fire for it.
Very hard to write these damn fetish related stories since I really have to have a drive to make them.
Anyways, enjoy.
If you see any mistakes, can leave a comment.
Now I go dead cause I rushed this one.
Also, I will be placing this series on here as well. Just haven't had the time to redo the font/bold conversion from dA to here
