Part 1:http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?327958-Ticklequest-Part-1-Elves-(F-F)
Part 2: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?328242-Ticklequest-Part-2-Orcs-(FF-M-Sexual)
Part 3: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?328457-Ticklequest-Part-3-Fairies-(M-F-Extreme)
Part 4: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?328698-Ticklequest-Part-4-Beastfolk-(MF-F)
Part 5: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?328970-Ticklequest-Part-5-Demons-(FF-M-FFF-M-Sexual)
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This story contains nonconsenual elements.
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For centuries humans were the pushovers of the world. They used to be divided and weak prey for the elves, orcs, fairies, beastfolk, and demons. Such times are no more. Humanity has risen up and, thanks to the mysticism and leadership of the Mortal Goddess, they have overcome their aggressors. The time of the human race has come and it is here to stay.
Every race has felt the curse of the goddess. Tickling has proven to be the main tool used by men and women when they fought back against their foes, and the once oppressive races have come to fear this new sensation. Every fighter who tried to resist the coming age fell by forced ticklish laughter. This strange power was instrumental in making humans the dominant race and they still use it to keep themselves in control across the world.
A collection of members from each race were taken to the Hall of Glories during humanity’s conquests. There they were bound in different positions that left their bodies open to tickle attacks. The unfortunate but guilty folk endured years of tickling as penance for their many crimes against humans, both for personal misdeeds and the historical wrongdoings of their entire race. Men and women often took part in this retribution and they enjoyed it greatly. Many dreamed of the opportunity of having their wiggling fingers drive their former enemies crazy, and most had the chance to do so. Pilgrimages to the human capital, from common farmers to clan leaders, to visit the Hall of Glories was a regular practice.
Once the total victory of humanity was certain the Mortal Goddess set about reshaping the societies of the world. Men and women were put into positions of power to keep the races in check. Any and all resistance would be met by ruthless tickling and certain offenders faced imprisonment in the Hall of Glories.
Now, what has become of the elves, orcs, fairies, beastfolk, and demons?
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Galan was an elvish pirate prince, though he didn’t have the chance to be one for long. He had grown up hearing the stories of raiding from older noble elves and dreamed of commanding a ship of his own. Galan spent years training his combat and ship piloting skills to prepare for his pirate future, following in the footsteps of his ancestors.
The elf briefly spent time as a first mate to a captain once he turned eighteen and during that time got his first taste of raiding humans. On his twentieth birthday Galan was given a ship of his own, which he named the Silver Sparrow, as well as a small crew. He was now ready to start his ancestral journey of becoming a pirate lord. The new captain joined a small fleet and the group soon set their sights on a human town to attack.
Things did not go well. In fact things went horribly wrong. In the short time between when Galan was a first mate to when he became a captain the attitudes of their prey has shifted. They were now capable warriors who laid traps to capture elves. When the captain set about a plan to rescue his crew members he was soon captured himself, along with other elvish nobles thanks to information from who he thought was proud and loyal kin no less.
Galan did worry a bit at first, but knew others would come rescue him. Humans had gotten lucky before, perhaps the same had happened again. Still, he felt unnerved being chained to such a primitive race and taken to who knows where. The elf did hear some whispers from his human captors of a special curse, and he saw the shameful and shaken faces from his unfaithful crew. Something had changed, but how bad of a change it was did not fully hit Galan until he arrived at the human capital.
Once he arrived the elf was taken to a large ornate building. Inside he, along with other elvish nobles, gazed upon a large hall filled with strange devices. Galan, as well as the other princes and princesses, were soon tied to these structures. His body was forced to lie back on a cushioned table, arms and legs outstretched in the shape of an X and tied with leather straps. Galan couldn’t see much from his position, but assumed his fellow elves were also tied down as well. Once finished the humans retreated slightly, but still stayed in the hall. They were waiting for something, and that something soon arrived.
Galan heard a yelp from a princess which then turned into frantic laughter. Then a prince did the same. More laughter from more elves followed, traveling down the hall until Galan was the only elf not laughing his head off. He was very anxious at that point and he soon met the source of the event. A tendril of golden light wiggled its way into view. Moving in complex patterns it only stayed in the air for a few brief moments before it darted towards Galan’s body.
As soon as the light made contact the elf soon joined in the chorus of laughter. A horrible new sensation was overwhelming his body, it was as if his nerves were on fire but no pain was felt. Instead Galan bucked and strained while laughter was forced from his mouth. The tendril of light continued to explore his body, slithering from where it started at his belly towards his naked armpits. As the light tormented the elf his laughter rose and fell which each spot it traveled to. Armpits, belly, sides, navel, thighs, though the worst was his feet.
Finally, after an extended torturous session, the light withdrew from the elf’s gaze leaving him and the others panting from shock and fear. Then a powerful voice soon filled the hall. “My curse is proven. The aggressors have become ticklish and thus weakened. Now I place the rights of their punishment to you all. Tickle, tease, and tickle for the history of their crimes. So is the will of the Mortal Goddess.”
Tickling? That must be the source of the curse and the name of that terrible feeling. Galan didn’t have long to understand the full weight of what the voice said as he saw the humans approach. The large group spread out and soon gathered around the tied elvish princes and princesses. Some begged and pleaded, others grunted while tugging at their bindings, while more, like Galan, stared in fearful silence. Soon the laughter of elves filled the hall once more.
Galan’s new tormentors were a trio of human women, and they didn’t waste any time before lunging forward with tickling hands. One stayed at his feet, five nailed fingers scratched at each foot. Another stood farther up in between his legs, her wiggling fingers paying close attention to Galan’s muscular and ticklish thighs while occasionally traveling to his waist. The final woman stood to his side, tickling like the others but also kept her face close to his. She often dug her fingers into both of his armpits while whispering mocking words to the elf’s laughing face. Even though he was laughing like mad Galan could still make out everything.
“Tickle tickle, elf. Oh, do you love this? You must be if you’re laughing this much. Fingers brushing and scraping everywhere. Your body is a perfect canvas for our enjoyment. So fit and fine, but so ticklish too. That’s the best part, and you won’t EVER get used to it too. Your sensitivity will always stay like this thanks to our goddess. Hm, looks like you got ticklish nipples too. I’m gonna enjoy that for the next hour! And don’t worry, after we’re done here there are so many more waiting for a chance at punishment. In fact, my sister is up next. And she specially prepared her nails. You will looooove it, elf.”
In between his never ending laughter Galan tried to beg for mercy. The women laughed like it was a joke and kept tickling. Minutes stretched into hours, the elf laughing until tears soaked his now red face. Through it all he never did tire, muscles never went sore from their struggling or voice weakening from the loud laughter. His body felt horrible and energetic at the same time.
The trio left after hours of tickling, though Galan couldn’t tell the length of time. And as the woman said another group soon came. His shaky voice pleaded once more, and in response one lady tore off the only piece of clothing he had. As the short pair of trousers flew to the ground the women once more chose a position and the tickling began again. Wandering hands occasionally tickled Galan’s cock and balls too, the newest ticklish area to explore.
All of the elf’s body would be explored very, very thoroughly. Hours turned into days, days into weeks, weeks into months, the tickling never stopping for long. Humans were always waiting at a chance to tickle the former raiders. Sometimes it was just one, sometimes it was as many as five. Galan stayed there for years. He caught brief glimpses of other races being brought to face the same torture, a show of victory that proved the humans really had changed. After fifteen years of punishment, some time after the total triumph of humanity, the elven nobles were released. They shakily made their way home to live their new lives under the rule of man.
The goddess decreed that all elves would be traders for the world. Under the rule of human captains they traveled the seas carrying goods and cargo from one town or city to another. The only large rebellion that was faced was by one elvish crew at the start of the human age. They held their woman captain hostage, but were soon taken down by both man and elf. That crew faced twenty-five years in the Hall of Glories, and no other elven crew dared rebel again. The threat of tickling was always present in their minds.
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Shel was an orc chieftess. She was a powerful warrior who helped rule her mountain home for many years while also raiding human settlements. During that time she had taken three human men to be her pleasure slaves. It was common for Shel to have those men pleasure her every night, one licking at her pussy while the others sucked at her nipples. The orc also made sure they never had an orgasm of their own. Their future lives would be about her pleasure, not theirs. The chieftess wasn’t the forgiving type and doled out punishment whenever she caught one of her slaves with their cock in their hands. Her favorite method of discipline was spanking, and with Shel’s muscular arms the men’s asses always ended up even redder than their faces.
All of this would have been the future the orc thought she would live. Rule, raid, fight, pleasure, and punish. It would have been a simple but pleasant life for Shel, though the attack from the human armies destroyed that dream. The chieftess later learned that the frail folk had gathered secret knowledge from other orcs, specifically the layouts of the mountain tunnels. The orcs never would have thought to guard the winding mazes that connected to the heart of their town, and the humans took advantage of that.
Shel had been in the middle of a pleasure session when the attack came. The orcs barely fought at all due to the humans having stealth and surprise on their side. Before they knew it the mass of men and women had their chieftains bound and taken away in the dark of the night. Any future chiefs were taken in a similar manner, the only things left behind were the symbol of the new human empire and broken chains from former slaves. It was at that time that the orcs knew fear and the true power of the humans.
The former chieftess, like her fellow rulers, were soon taken to their former prey’s capital. As they were forced up the steps of a large building Shel heard screams of laughter and begging reach her ears. Such noises were a rare thing among orcs, the few times they did hear such things were from their slaves. This time, however, it came from a collection of bound elves who were being tormented by groups of humans. Shel wondered what sort of torture forced laughter out of the mouths of their victims, though she didn’t have to wait long to find out.
Shel was soon put into bondage as well. She was tied to a strange extended chair. Her arms were tied up against a pole rising up out of the chair while her legs were forced outstretched in a V shape. Multiple loops of soft but strong rope kept the orc bound, so much that not even her great strength could free her. She was humiliated, not just because she was a captive to the race of slaves but also because they had taken her in the middle of a pleasure session, meaning that she was entirely nude. Once she and the other chieftains were properly bound groups of humans soon gathered around them.
A group of four eager men circled around Shel, none of them showing one sign of being afraid of the muscled chieftess in front of them. As they drew closer the orc shouted threats in an attempt to make rightful fear enter their minds, but all that did was make their smiles grow larger. Then it happened, Shel felt ten fingers reach around from behind and skitter along her ribs. The venomous threat that she was in the middle of yelling collapsed into uncharacteristic giggles. That was all the other humans needed to hear and they soon joined in, much Shel’s dismay.
A man stood at each of the orc’s large feet, their fingers scraping along them and rooting in between the toes. The man behind her continued to tickle up and down her sides while occasionally digging into her armpits. One human stood the closest to Shel, right up between her outstretched thighs. With a mocking grin he stuck a finger into her wide navel and started to spin it around.
The image of a brawny and frightful orc completely disappeared. Instead all that remained was a struggling, laughing mess of a being. Shel was being tortured by slaves, being forced to laugh of all things! Oh how she wished the ropes to break, to break these men and make them beg to have the honor of worshipping her pussy. But no, all she could do was laugh.
The human behind her started to whisper in her ear. “Hah! Look how far the mighty orcs have fallen. So big and powerful, but you are as ticklish as the rest of them. This is your punishment for the slaves you kept. How many did you have, orc? How many nights did you force them to pleasure your body? Well, now it’s our turn for fun. Tickle tickle!”
This continued for some time, the chieftess torture seemed endless, though a change did occur. Shel felt a pair of hands, the ones belonging to the human behind her, leave. She couldn’t tell where he went due to the tickling, but he didn’t stay gone for long.
All of the tickling fingers stopped. Shel sagged in her restraints while taking in desperate gasps of air. After some tired blinking she looked up. The four men stood there, one of them holding a large flask of some kind. Winking at the orc the man stepped forward and started to pour what looked to be oil onto her feet. Shel was weakened, but her pride wasn’t still beaten. She whispered menacing words, how she would make them all pay for this, but they didn’t seem to care. In response to her threats Shel had the rest of the flask poured over her head, the remaining oil dripping down her furious face and sweat covered torso.
The men stepped forward but didn’t return to their tickling. Instead four pairs of hands started to massage Shel’s body wherever there was oil. The orc tried to not show any pleasure in their acts, but their arms worked hard. It was such a departure from the torment that had just occurred moments before.
Shel managed to look around during the massage. There were still plenty of humans having their fun, though most of them seemed to take a higher interest in the newly arrived orcs compared to the elves. Men and women eagerly tickled the muscled chieftains, and like Shel any attempt to keep up their proud warrior image was gone. Male and female orcs laughed and struggled, the noises they made mixed with the light and airy laughter of the elves who were not entirely spared from the tickling.
The fingers massaging Shel soon retreated. A part of her wanted them not to stop, the small bits of pleasure reminded her of what her slaves used to do back home. The orc looked at her body. It had oil rubbed in everywhere and she doubted it was for her benefit. Sure enough the men took up positions around her and soon their hands returned to tickling.
It was immediate that the tickling was MUCH worse for Shel. Some parts of her skin were rough before, most notably her feet from not using any footwear, but all that oil made those wiggling fingers glide and tickle much more effectively. Once more the orc fell into crazed laughter, much to the delight of the men around her. As they tickled they teased her previous threats, mocking her to be a ‘true warrior’ and break out of her bondage. Shel tried, she really did, but there would be no escape.
When Shel’s tormentors had enough fun they left her. Exhausted, covered with oil mixed with sweat, and skin tingling the orc felt the slightest urge to beg for mercy. Her pride was damaged, and as another group of men approached she knew more tickling would come. Would they lesser their torture if they heard a plea from an orc? Or would it just lead to more teasing?
Eventually, after a straight week of endless tickling, Shel did beg for mercy. She was one of the last of the captured chieftains to do so, but in the end it did nothing. The Mortal Goddess sentenced them for their crimes and tickling would be their punishment. No race, no matter how much they begged, would get a reprieve.
The goddess had future plans for the orcs as well. They would become labourers for the humans as they expanded their empire. There was resistance of course, no orc thought the idea of serving their former slaves as workers sounded reasonable. Rebellious leaders were soon sentenced to the Hall of Glories while some humans took it upon themselves to ‘teach’ some of the orcs themselves. Towns bordering on orc settlements often had large tables or stocks in the town square. They were used regularly for years, the stubborn nature of the green-skins was a hard thing to re-educate, but that didn’t stop the tickle hungry men and women. Timeless tickling did finally put the orcs under the heel of humans.
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Helio was a fairy counsellor, one who shared ruling power in a fairy colony. He and his kin lived comfortable and entertaining lives, even with the developing tales involving the humans. Rumors of a curse had been travelling as well as the stories of the elves and orcs falling to their former prey. Still, Helio and the others weren’t worried. After all, they had magic on their side as well as living in forests enchanted by said magic.
Fairy forests were legendary in their defense. Any unwanted intruder would begin to get lost after taking too many steps inside. Magical fog, twisting pathways to nothing, illusions, and more could lead anyone astray. The fairies were so proud of their talents that they didn’t even bother to post guards surrounding the colony. After all, why waste time on such boredom while there were plans for pranks to be made?
Counsellor Helio was actually in just such an activity. Rulers still wanted to get their fix of tricking humans too. And with a regular forest surrounding the fairy forest he called home the options for a fun time seemed limitless. There Helio was, sitting in his humble dwelling with ink and parchment in front of him. His wings idly fluttered and grin grew whenever a new idea popped into his head. Tomorrow would be a wonderful day for him, not so much for any unlucky humans that came across his path.
It was the middle of the night when the fantasy of an impenetrable home was broken for the fairies. Dozens of men and women streamed from the forest and quickly overcame the few wakeful fairies. Even with magic on their side the surprise was too sudden and numbers too many. Helio was roughly awoken by two armored women and soon put into bindings, much like the other fairy rulers.
Once order had been set for the humans they announced their demands. No more tricks, no more mischief, lest they all experience in full the curse of humans. With that Helio and the other counsellors were taken away, to the human capital he guessed. During the short trip he wondered how they maneuvered the forest. His answer soon came when he spied a single fairy being released from the fort they were taken to. She couldn’t bear to look her kin in the eyes, but whether it was from shame or from whatever she knew was coming next Helio couldn’t tell.
The fairy rulers were soon taken to the human capital and led into an enormous building. As he got closer Helio recognized a familiar sound. It was a sound any fairy would know. Laughter, but this kind had a strange quality to it. There was a crazed desperation that came as it echoed out from the inside. Once he was dragged in Helio saw why this laughter sounded different. Inside elves and orcs were bound in different positions and had groups of humans around them. Every touch from a man or woman had their victim yelling out pleas for mercy or insane laughter. Was this the curse of the humans?
As Helio and the other fairies made their way through the hall, fingers still in tight bindings, he began to lose hope. Unlike the other races all the fairies were bound in the same position. They were tied to an upright X frame that had small unmovable cuffs attached to the back. Those cuffs were made for a fairy’s wings, and went clipped in at the base Helio found that he couldn’t even vibrate them one bit. His entire body, minus the skimpy shorts he wore to sleep, was open for whatever a human wanted to do with it. Any struggling proved fruitless.
The humans started to quickly drift from the elves and orcs towards the new arrivals, though that didn’t mean the old prisoners were spared. Helio had seen the line stretching out of the hall, those who were waiting now had the chance to do whatever this new curse did. The counsellor watched as small groups gathered around each restrained fairy, then his focus shifted towards two women who were making a beeline straight to him.
Fairies are a short race, even so it didn’t stop Helio from feeling uncomfortable seeing a human matching his height and another who was taller than him. Without his magic or flight the fairy knew that these humans could do anything. The shorter woman met him first by roughly forcing wet satin cloth into his mouth. They tasted and smelt odd, Helio couldn’t place it but something about them made his body shiver. The taller one finished the act by wrapping a silk rope around his head to keep the gag in place.
“Aw, you have to admit he’s kinda cute like this. Sure this fairy has probably done loads of things to piss off other humans, but look at him! I just wanna tease him forever!” The shorter human said. She had a wicked grin on her face.
“Easy, easy now. We have our time to tickle. Also, didn’t you say something similar to that elvish pirate captain?” The taller one responded.
“I said that one was hot! This one here is cute. Well, fairy? Are you ribs just as ticklish as that brawny pirate?” She finished her sentence by darting her hands forward and squeezing at Helio’s sides. He started laughing immediately, which made the human’s smile even wider. “He is! Oh this is gonna be so much fun!”
Helio had heard the rumors of this curse, but he never could have imagined it to be this torturous. This laughter that was forced from the depths of his body was not the same as the kind he freely released when a prank was completed. His body jerked about like a puppet on strings in a futile effort to escape the wiggling fingers.
The fairy had trouble focusing his eyes, partly due to the tickling and partly because the shorter human was blocking some of his vision, but he sensed the taller human move behind him. Then he felt it, a single fingernail gently tracing over his bound wings. Helio’s muffled laughter became much more frantic, the tickling was worse than ever!
“You should try this spot out, or at least change your routine a bit. You always go for the spots on their upper body.”
“Aw, but I love to feel their muscles twitch! How they react to my dancing fingers, gliding and wriggling over their sensitive skin. You do whatever you want, I’m having my fun here.”
“Whatever, I’m going to get something special for this one.” Helio vaguely heard the taller one’s step move away.
The shorter human, still tickling her fingers up to his armpits and down around his waist, leaned in closer. “How much do you reeeally love this, fairy? I prepared those satin cloths specially this morning. I danced my fingers around my clit like they are dancing over your armpits now. And I came again and again on them, knowing that they would end up in that mouth of yours. Do you like the taste? Mmm, wanna know why I did it? Well, there was one part of that pirate’s body I couldn’t tickle because it just wouldn’t stay...ready. How about you?”
Helio knew what she was talking about as heard those words. The scent and taste seemed even stronger now, and worst of all this human wanted to tickle his cock. His torso and wings already felt like the worst experience of his life, how would his most sensitive area be in comparison?
As the fairy felt one hand switch from tickling his waist to gently gliding lower towards his briefs he heard familiar footsteps return. The shorter woman stopped her hand and moved it back to tickling his upper body.
“I found something wonderful! I’m sure he’s gonna like it.” The taller human had returned, and Helio soon felt that something.
It was very soft and bristly. The captive fairy guessed it was a brush of some kind, maybe a paintbrush, and it was wreaking havoc on his sensitive wings. The light swipes it made, over the edges and veins of his wings, were worse than anything Helio had ever felt. The tall woman always tried something different, never letting Helio get a chance to get used to the tickling. Swirling the brush in circles in one area. Doing large sweeping glides from the tips of his wings to the bases on his back. Helio’s wings were acting as a ticklish canvas for however the brush wanted to travel, and it all was making the fairy feel he was going insane.
“You know,” Helio heard the woman ticking his wings, “that ALL of their body can be punished, right?”
“Hm?” The shorter woman hummed.
“I saw your wandering hand, don’t feel bad about it! All of the races deserve punishment, and by the decree of the goddess we can do whatever we want with them until she believes they have repaid their misdeeds.”
“Oh. Well, I heard rumors…”
“Don’t listen to that gossip! Why just yesterday my sister was riding an orc’s cock, a hand reaching beneath her to tickle his balls while she pumped up and down on that green member. Sure that orc felt some pleasure, but combining the fucking with the tickling makes the entire experience even more torturous!”
“Really now! Well, my ticklish prankster, let’s go back to where I left off.”
Helio tried to beg through the cum rags and his ticklish laughter, but it was no use. He doubted they would have even listened to his pleas if they heard him. The shorter woman wasted no time in ripping off his briefs and leaving him completely naked. One of her hands started to travel lower and lower, starting from his armpit, down his shivering sides, pinched along his waste, before reaching his erect cock. She danced two fingers along the top of it before reaching around and lightly scratching under the head of the fairy’s dick.
He didn’t just laugh and struggle, instead Helio felt like his body exploded from the torment. He strained even harder against the clamps holding him, his head swung about in a panic, his wings shivered even harder, and his muffled laughter became clearer through the gag. The taller woman didn’t miss this reaction of his, stopping the tickling from her brush and moving to the front of the fairy to join her companion.
“Wow, and I thought his wings were the worst.”
“I know, right?! I can feel his dick pulsing as I tickle it, it’s even better than feeling a tickle toy’s muscles strain! You can join in too, use that brush of yours under his balls.”
“Good idea.”
Helio’s torture was getting worse by the minute, and judging by what few glances he could catch of his fellow fairies the same was happening to them. Men and women, whether using fingers or tools, were forcing out laughter that the fairies themselves had never experienced in their years of tricks. How long would they have to endure this?
The fairy counsellors would pay the same price as the others, spending years upon years in the Hall of Glories. While they were tickled the goddess found a use for the former pranksters. Given their speed and flight the short people would become messengers for the human empire. Whether it be a vocal report, a collection of letters, or even some small packages, the fairies seemed made for the tasks. That’s not to say they all took to their different roles under the humans with happiness and fanfare.
Some of the fairies never got over losing their pastime of tricks. Those who committed such acts, no matter how small they may be, were always found out and earned a sentence in the Hall of Glories. Other fairies tried something different to irk their new masters. They slowed their travelling, making their deliveries late to try and earn some mischievous satisfaction. The human victims caught onto this act fairly quickly and decided to punish these fairies in a similar tactic. They complained of damaged goods, lazy fairies, or other mistakes. The humans then took it upon themselves to reprimand these meddlesome folk by spending a week or two tickling them in their homes. This often made the same fairies late for the next assignment, meaning that more tickle discipline awaited them. In time, like the other two races before them, the fairies fully yielded to their rulers.
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Jackal was a beastfolk and one of the Alphas for a large pack living in a forest. The beast shared leadership with four other Alphas and he was living a content life. Jackal, like many others of his kin, had a human pet. The one he had was a young woman, average height and long messy brown hair. He remembered the day he caught her fondly.
The hunting party was ready, and with a sharp bark they rushed the caravan of humans. Each quickly took their target and disappeared back into the trees before the other men and women had a chance to react. Jackal had his new pet stay near his makeshift tent, leaving a smaller one for her to live in. There was resistance at first, of course, but all beastfolk knew that sooner or later their pet would learn to behave. Jackal thought back, how the woman tugged at the rough cord and crude belt around her neck and at the rod in the tree they were attached to. She did learn rather quickly, and for her efforts earn better meals faster than the other new pets. Once he felt she was properly trained the beast named her ‘Mud.’
Life continued normally for Jackal. He rose the ranks of the pack to where he was today, an Alpha, a year after he had gotten Mud. The other Alphas and Jackal knew of the amounting victories the humans were having, but they tried their best to adapt to them. No one wanted to forgo the tradition of keeping a human. For a while their plans seemed to be working, the beasts still got their pets albeit at a slower pace than before. That all changed during a night that should have been like any other.
Jackal awoke, his bestial side immediately sensing something was wrong. His furry ears soon picked up the sounds of growling and clashing weapons. Mixed between them was shouts from humans. Had some pets broken loose and tried to escape? No, there was too much noise for that. A rebellion perhaps? Jackal left his tent and looked at where Mud usually stayed. His eyes saw what remained of the torn cord. With a frustrated growl Jackal began to follow the noises towards the clearing where the beastfolk pack held their meetings.
When he arrived he saw beast fighting man, but it was not just pets fighting their masters. Mixed in with the pets, who were nearly naked besides some scraps of clothing, were armored warriors. A human army, how had they managed to find the beastfolk camp? Jackal prepared to jump into the action when he was tackled to the dirt.
The beast recognized his attacker. It was Mud. Gone was the fearful and timid pet, instead the woman had anger across her face. Jackal didn’t feel afraid, what harm could she possibly do? The answer soon came when she jabbed her fingers into the beast’s furry underarms. Jackal instantly fought back the urge to laugh. His mind worked quickly, could this be the supposed curse from the humans?
Jackal tried to fight off Mud, but with every attempt the pet changed her attack, moving her wiggling fingers somewhere undefended which drove the beast back to the ground. The Alpha looked around for help, though he didn’t like what he saw. More and more beastfolk fell, not from the weapons of man but from invading hands on their naked bodies.
The victory of the humans came soon after. When dawn broke all of the Alpha’s and other higher ups of the pack were chained and taken away as well as the now freed pets. Most of the beasts didn’t try to resist, Jackal was not one of them. He tried his best to break free, escape, or fight against his captors. None of his efforts worked and all that it earned him was a crude gag, one that looked like the bridle for a horse. As he traveled Jackal didn’t let up, but all he could do now was fruitlessly struggle against the added chains and chew on the gag in between his jaws.
After a few days of travel the Alpha beastfolk and some other higher ranking members of the pack arrived at the human capital. Almost all of them had ceased their attempts to escape, except for Jackal. A full team of huma soldiers dragged him up the steps to a large building, closer and closer to the sounds of strained and crazed laughter. All the while the beast growled and yanked at his bindings, but again his endeavors yielded no reward.
Inside the beasts were met with their future fate. There, strung up and tied in various positions, were members of the other worldly races. All of them, elves, orcs, and fairies, were laughing thanks to the attention the groups of humans around them gave. Now it was the time for the beastfolk to receive similar treatments.
Jackal saw his kin get tied to their own devices while the small crowd attending to him dragged him further into the hall. He soon found the bondage equipment he would be tied to. It looked simple, like a small altar with four shackles attached to the bottom near the floor. The beast debated one more attempt to break free, but the severity of the situation had finally hit him.
The soldiers then tied him to the altar. Jackal was now lying on his back, feet and hands chained to the bottom of the device leaving his naked torso open for whatever the humans had planned for him. He didn’t have to wait long. The crowds had been riled up with the new arrivals and they quickly separated into different groups around the beasts. Jackal had three women approach him, and despite the gag still in his mouth he still tried to growl at them. They just giggled and mocked him, saying, “It’s time to put this beast in his place.”
Jackal had briefly experienced the curse of the humans back in the forest, though as much as he tried to ready himself for this torment he was soon overwhelmed by its power. One woman stood at his head, leaning over him to work her hands into his armpits. Another kneeled at his legs and squeezed at his firm thighs. The last one calmly walked around the beast, trailing five fingers around his belly and sides as she did so.
He immediately fell into pitiful hysterics. The tickling was worse than anything Jackal had ever felt before. With the bit gag in his mouth the laughter that came from the beast was mixed by strange gasps and gurgles, which seemed to delight his tormentors. They upped their attacks on his body in the effort of forcing more and more pleasing sounds from Jackal.
The women started to slowly spread the areas they tickled, but the lady at the beast’s crotch had the greatest effect. She danced her fingers up his thighs and started to wiggle them under his balls. As soon as Jackal felt this his body strained against his restraints harder than ever, it was like he was struck by lightning. The woman giggled at his response and focused all of her effort on her new discovery.
To Jackal’s astonishment, despite being thoroughly tortured he felt himself getting hard. The tickling at his balls must be to blame, even as horrible as it felt the touches at his genitals aroused even the weakest response from him. The trio of humans didn’t miss the now hardening cock, though Jackal couldn’t possibly guess what they were going to do with their new toy.
“Well well well. Look at this, ladies. It seems the ticklish beast here is liking his punishment.”
“Look at the size of it!”
“Pretty sure it’s because of me tickling his balls. I call first!”
All of the tickling stopped, and Jackal hoped his erection would deflate before the woman had a chance to do whatever she had planned. That didn’t happen. The beast saw the three women remove their clothing before once again taking positions around his tied body.
The one who was tickling his armpits kneeled and covered Jackal’s face with her large breasts, slowly dragging them back and forth while tip-toeing her fingers up and down his arms. He couldn’t see what the woman that tickled his sides was doing, but he soon felt her plan. Fingers from two hands soon began to pinch and tickle around his nipples. The beast once more yanked at the bondage holding him due to the return of the tickling. In an effort to keep her small targets from moving too much the woman decided to increase her chances, vaulting a leg over her captive and sitting on his chest. Jackal felt her wetness when she sat, making his cock harder than ever. Soon the fingers returned to their teasing, much to his dismay.
The final woman took it the furthest. Jackal’s cock was soon enveloped by her pussy, making his giggling become mixed with moans as well. Up and down, up and down. She rode him faster and faster while the other woman continued to tickle harder and harder in sequence.
Somehow it was all even worse than before. The pleasure mixed with tickling constantly threw off the beast’s focus. Part of him was loving this, it reminded him when he had to punish Mud whenever she acted out. The tickling broke this fantasy. The fingers around his nipples, the probing hands at his arms and neck, and even a hand reaching back from the third woman to once more tickle at his balls, it was too much!
The air was filled with laughter and moans from a variety of sources. There was Jackal and the women around him, who were enjoying their time torturing their prisoner, but the sounds from all the other captives were not unheard. Even though the beastfolk got a lot of attention there were still other humans tickling the other races. It also appeared that some of the men and women had also taken to getting another sort of pleasure from the beasts. Jackal couldn’t see due to the breasts covering his face, but his keen ears picked up on a collection of moans from the other beasts and the humans attending to them.
Remarkably, Jackal felt the coming of an orgasm. The tickling was making his body go crazy, but the small waves of pleasure from the woman seated on his cock were not completely overwhelmed. What would they do to him if he came? Tease him more? Punish him even harder? The beast couldn’t guess.
He was just about to cum, and it got even closer when the woman’s pussy started to pulse and contract signalling an orgasm of her own. Jackal’s laughter and moans were almost even in volume, and it seemed that the ladies took notice. The woman on his cock slowly lifted herself off. The beast felt pitiful when his hips automatically struggled to buck in an attempt for more stimulation. Here he was, reduced to giggles and begging to cum, by a race he saw only as pets.
“Oh, are you missing something, beast? Did you like the feel of my pussy? Don’t worry, ticklish beastie. It won’t be left alone for long.”
Her footsteps faded, but the other two women didn’t let up their attacks. The woman on his chest was probably close to cumming as well, judging by her increased pace in grinding and wetness while she tickled and squeezed Jackal’s nipples. The other one stopped her teasing whispers and started to lick the inside of his ear, which proved to be ticklish too.
“I’m back! And I got enough for everyone too.”
Jackal’s vision returned as the breasts lifted from his face. He craned his head to see the three women with a feather in each hand. They shared a grin before returning to their games.
True to her words the returning woman paid her attention back on the beast’s junk. One feather swirled over his sensitive cock head, his precum starting to soak it, while the other brushed back and forth under his balls. The human who was on Jackal’s chest quickly rubbed herself to an orgasm before starting to use her new tools on her old target. The feathers sent ticklish waves with each swipe over his nipples. The last woman didn’t forget her recent discovery, using her feathers on the insides of Jackal’s large ears.
Jackal never felt so close yet so far from cumming. The light touches from the feathers were just faint enough to be torturously ticklish while also holding off his orgasm, but there still was adequate stimulation that kept him hard and yearning for release. The other tickling didn’t help the matter either.
He didn’t know how long he had been tied here, but the beast was surprised by how submissive he was becoming. The beastfolk believed they could never become a bottom serving people, no matter how long or arduous a torment they may feel. Tickling shook that notion to the core. Jackal wasn’t even growling anymore, instead all he let out was moans and gagged laughter. He trained his ears to try to listen for any shred of resistance from his fellow kin, but heard nothing.
The women continued their teasing and tickling for more time before leaving. The break Jackal received was less than a minute before another group arrived for their entertainment. That would be the beast’s life for the following years. Body teased and tickled. Cock fucked and edged. And, as he soon learned, every orgasm only worsened the tickling. So would many find out while in the Hall of Glories.
The Mortal Goddess, ever the wiseful planner, had found a use for the beastfolk too. She ordered the large packs to be split and the now smaller groups to be spread into the wilds covering the world, after all their pets were returned of course. There the beasts would have relative freedom as they hunted game for themselves and their new rulers.
The wild people, like the other races now under humanities’ thumb, tried some resistance at first. Petty acts, like keeping choice cuts of meats for themselves while turning in scraps for men, were started. Such actions didn’t last for long. The tiny packs, watching their leaders turn in their hunts from the edge of towns, soon saw them be dragged inside human homes. Their punishment became clear when endless laughter emerged from the structures. In startling irony the beasts would be sentenced to become tickle pets for days at a time for their meager rebellions. Such teasing wouldn’t stop when the beasts stopped their troubles. Humans often found a way to blame the beasts for even the tiniest of infractions, turning them into personal pets to play with as they pleased. Perhaps such actions were helpful in cementing man’s rule over them?
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Aralai was a demon who was living the high life. She had a dozen human slaves taken from the mortal realm and was using them well to satisfy her creative urges. Every demon had a hobby, hers was mixing drinks using a variety of ingredients. Aralai had two special ingredients, always using one or both in the mixing process. Milk from a human female and cum from a human male. She kept her providers in a room in her dimensional home, tied and being endlessly stimulated to keep her supply topped up.
The demon enjoyed her pastime. Making the drinks then lounging in the slave room, listening to the gagged moans of the humans while sipping on her pieces of perfection, it was the best life she could live. Sometimes she mixed things up. She occasionally removed the gag from a slave and listened to their fruitless pleas. They always said stuff like, “Please! I can’t cum anymore,” and, “It’s too much! Stop, stop,” before Aralai stuffed the gag back in their mouth and let her magic continue its work milking their cocks or breasts.
She of course heard the rumors of the rising power of the humans on the mortal plane, but that didn’t concern her. Aralai even joked about it to her fellow demons whenever they sent messages on the outer threads that made up the web of reality. No power could reach and depose all twenty six of them. At least, that’s what they thought. Messages started to become less frequent, though not like Aralai would have noticed. In fact, when a small army of humans broke into her dimension it shocked her so much she could barely put up a fight.
Aralai was soon taken to the land of mortals, bound by the ropes of who she saw as slaves. When she entered their grand hall and saw who was there she knew that everyone had underestimated this new change among the humans. There were some members of other races there. Elves, orcs, fairies, and beastfolk, but there was also a surprising number of demons there too and Aralai soon joined them. While Aralai had trouble focusing in the following days she did hear and catch enough glimpses of the rest of her kind being brought in, all twenty six of them.
She endured an entire week of tickling at the hands of men and women. This new curse, which Aralai learned from her talkative tormentors was from their Mortal Goddess, was certainly something to behold. Her infernal body writhed in its restraints from the torturous touch all across her body and her mouth cried laughter into the gag obstructing it. As the week progressed Aralai couldn’t think her fate could get any worse, but it did.
Even in her state Aarlai noticed that the other races were freed after a time, but not her kin. Instead threads of golden light emerged from engraved doors, near the end of the hall where all the demons were located, and dragged their bodies one at a time into what appeared to be the goddess’ personal quarters. Every time a demon returned from there they looked worse than ever, and Aralai both dreaded and wondered who this human goddess was. Her chance soon came when the light drifted to her and carried her inside.
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“Sorry for the wait, but I’ve made sure that every demon gets a first personal meeting with me before a repeat session. Yes, no matter how much of a tasty toy they might have been.”
Aralai couldn’t have responded if she had wanted to, both due to the gag still in her mouth and because her laughter went from simple yelps to all out screaming. The threads of light, which came from the goddess’ body, held her hogtied in the air in front of their conjurer. More light traveled along her red body and they were MUCH worse than the fingers and tools the humans had at their disposal. Each inch of skin the lights touched didn’t just tickle the surface, instead they went deeper into the demon’s skin tickling every stretch of nerve. It didn’t even feel like any tool used on Aralai had experienced yet, but despite how alien it was it still tickled terribly.
The light ebbed and flowed all around and paid attention to every tickle spot. Sliding along Aralai’s soles, weaving in between her toes, digging and curling in her armpits, dancing along her sides, twirling in her navel, and more. The light holding her body barely allowed her to shake about in the air, holding her tight but never constricting her to the point of pain. Part of the demon wished for some other sensation than the tickling, anything to serve as a distraction.
“Yes, I said tasty. Mmmmm. The energy your kind gives is much more powerful than the other races. I had to have over a hundred tickle slaves just to have enough power to break into your dimensions. It came as a surprise when we brought the first demon back, a single tickled demon gave more power than a hundred mortal bodies!”
The Mortal Goddess laughed along with her prisoner. She was obviously enjoying herself. As Aralai watched the goddess’ nude body once more changed form. This time it was of a dark skinned woman with short black hair, but her eyes stayed the same. Two all-consuming pits of gold that kept the demon’s gaze locked to the goddess by an unnatural force.
“But enough about the conquest from me and my people. Even a goddess needs time to play with her food.”
The deity calmly stepped forward and circled her nails around Aralai’s nipples while occasionally scratching the undersides of the demon’s hanging breasts. Tickling on top of tickling, it was driving her insane! Tears from overstimulation soon flowed from her eyes.
“Yes! Give me more! Mmmm.”
Aralai would have begged if she could. It was one thing to be under the hands of meek humans, but the thing in front of her wasn’t human. The power that emanated from this not-woman was nothing short of godlike. Her curse, however small it may have started, had made the goddess the being she was today. The demon would have begged for mercy with every breath she took to be free from the goddess’ power. Actually, there would be one other thing on her lips.
WHAT ARE YOU?!
Demons used to be the strongest things in reality. That isn’t the case anymore with the twenty six of them being tickled and teased every minute of every day, their torment being siphoned into energy for whatever being that stood in front of Aralai. So how did the Mortal Goddess come about? A miraculous joke, or something planned by an unknown force? Aralai couldn’t help but wonder this, even through all the tickling.
The goddess didn’t waste a second of time using her nails. She knew every spot to check, from the tiniest toe to the deepest part of Aralai’s belly button. The light strands never let up either, magnifying the demon’s ticklish experience with more and more sensations stacked on top of each other. Aralai wondered how she hadn’t gone insane from it all. No doubt it was more magic from the goddess.
“Well, a good tickling with your hands is always appreciated, isn’t it?” The Mortal Goddess patted the demon’s shuddering cheek. Her form had once more changed, this time into a pale skinned woman with long blonde hair woven into a single braid. “However, I think we can up it all a little more. A little experiment that I’m sure you will like.”
Aralai felt all the tickling stop, the only strings of light she felt were the ones holding her up in the air. As she watched, new strands started to weave themselves together in front of her face into a solid, and very recognizable, shape. Soon a golden dildo took form and floated behind the demon. The goddess’ smug grin grew wider as she watched her captive’s body shiver as the ethereal toy pressed against her pussy before slowly entering.
It had felt like years before Aralai had experienced pleasure. The humans from before hadn’t paid any attention to her privates, instead focusing on their tickle torture. Her mouth, which used to only let out quiet giggles and laughter, now had muffled moans escape it as the dildo picked up speed and rammed deeper.
Her momentary escape from tickling didn’t last long. As Aralai met the goddess’ eyes once more she saw a wicked gleam, like the woman was expecting something special. With a snap from her fingers Aralai soon felt what she was planning. The dildo inside her had something new added to its form. Instead of being smooth it was now covered with feather-like bristles, and those bristles now tickled the demon’s most sensitive part of her body. Back and forth, in and out, with every movement all of the inside of Aralai’s pussy was being tickled.
She didn’t laugh, she didn’t moan, instead Aralai was letting out muffled screams. Her struggling once more reached a new height as her body frantically wiggled about in the air. Despite her struggling nothing changed as the dildo continued to fuck and tickle her at the same time. The small ripples of pleasure that came with every thrust were nearly drowned out by the tickling feathers, but they were there. Going for over a week without any form of sexual stimulation was unheard of for Aralai, so it wasn’t a surprise that she ended up cumming a short time later. The small waves of pleasure were only a momentary distraction from the tickle-dildo, which continued to pound away.
The Mortal Goddess was practically basking in her prisoner’s torment. Aralai saw the satisfaction and contentment on her face.
“Mmm, that is very good. You know, I think it’s time for a change. With all the power I’m getting from your kind I doubt the ‘Mortal’ part of my name isn’t quite accurate anymore. Time for a special announcement and some righteous celebration, wouldn’t you say?”
The goddess turned and started to walk out of the room, but before she left she twirled a hand in the air and the strings of light once more went to work. This time they wrapped around Aralai’s breasts and feet until they were fully covered. Then with a snap of fingers the tickling worsened even more for the demon. It was like she was wearing a pair of tickling boots and bra. Feathers, fingers, tongues, brushes, every tool imaginable all at once. The feathery dildo didn’t stop either, in fact it increased its speed.
“Well, I’m off. Enjoy your time!” The goddess finished her sentence by blowing a kiss before shutting the door.
Aralai thought she had experienced the worst of the tickling several times already, but here and now she was surprised again by how worse her torture could get. Weeping, gasping, laughing, and moaning, the demon begged that her captor’s event wouldn’t last long.
The hours passed excruciatingly slow. By the time the goddess returned Aralai had lost all strength in her body. Even though the tickling never stopped she couldn’t even struggle anymore. Instead she just shivered in the air while small tortured whines came from her mouth. Puddles, one mostly from droll with some fallen tears and the other juices from her repeated orgasms, lay beneath the demon. Even through all Aralai had been through there was no pain or soreness in her body, the only discomfort was the horrible and unending tickling.
She could barely hear the snap that ceased the tickling. A smooth hand gripped Aralai’s chin and brought her face to face once more with the goddess.
“My my my. Aren’t you a sight? I think it’s time for a new toy to play with. Oh and before you go...” The goddess wiggled the fingers from one hand and a small thread of light snaked through Aralai’s gag and touched her tongue. She instantly felt the strength return to her body. “Gotta keep you nice and ready for the guests outside! Everyone deserves a chance to tickle humanity’s former oppressors.”
After those words were said Aralai felt the light binding her retreat and reform to carry her out the door. It soon placed her back into physical bondage outside in the Hall before weaving its way over to another demon. The humans tickling him backed off as the light picked up the new toy for the goddess and brought him to her quarters.
Aralai didn’t have to wait long for her tickling to continue. Another group, consisting of both men and women, ventured over to her tied form and eagerly began their torturous play. Even as the laughter began anew, Aralai couldn’t help but wonder what her and her kin’s future may be.
The now self-proclaimed Immortal Goddess had fully cemented her and humanities’ rule over the world and the races that inhabited it. Any rebellions that came over the years were too small to cause even the most minimal of trouble, though the rebels were still sentenced to long periods of time in the Hall of Glories. Such troublemakers often took notice of one race that never left the confines of that tickle structure. The demons.
Yes, the goddess had decreed that the demons were far too dangerous to be left free. Instead, she said that their place in the world would be as toys for humans to play with. These undying beings now faced endless tickling, both feeding the enjoyment for men and magical power for the Immortal Goddess.
So it came to be. Humans, who used to be the bottom people of the world, now ruled it and stayed in their position thanks to tickling. All men and women took part in the now casual practice, and the other races knew that their future will always consist, one way or another, of forced laughter. Now and until the end of time.
Part 2: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?328242-Ticklequest-Part-2-Orcs-(FF-M-Sexual)
Part 3: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?328457-Ticklequest-Part-3-Fairies-(M-F-Extreme)
Part 4: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?328698-Ticklequest-Part-4-Beastfolk-(MF-F)
Part 5: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?328970-Ticklequest-Part-5-Demons-(FF-M-FFF-M-Sexual)
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This story contains nonconsenual elements.
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For centuries humans were the pushovers of the world. They used to be divided and weak prey for the elves, orcs, fairies, beastfolk, and demons. Such times are no more. Humanity has risen up and, thanks to the mysticism and leadership of the Mortal Goddess, they have overcome their aggressors. The time of the human race has come and it is here to stay.
Every race has felt the curse of the goddess. Tickling has proven to be the main tool used by men and women when they fought back against their foes, and the once oppressive races have come to fear this new sensation. Every fighter who tried to resist the coming age fell by forced ticklish laughter. This strange power was instrumental in making humans the dominant race and they still use it to keep themselves in control across the world.
A collection of members from each race were taken to the Hall of Glories during humanity’s conquests. There they were bound in different positions that left their bodies open to tickle attacks. The unfortunate but guilty folk endured years of tickling as penance for their many crimes against humans, both for personal misdeeds and the historical wrongdoings of their entire race. Men and women often took part in this retribution and they enjoyed it greatly. Many dreamed of the opportunity of having their wiggling fingers drive their former enemies crazy, and most had the chance to do so. Pilgrimages to the human capital, from common farmers to clan leaders, to visit the Hall of Glories was a regular practice.
Once the total victory of humanity was certain the Mortal Goddess set about reshaping the societies of the world. Men and women were put into positions of power to keep the races in check. Any and all resistance would be met by ruthless tickling and certain offenders faced imprisonment in the Hall of Glories.
Now, what has become of the elves, orcs, fairies, beastfolk, and demons?
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Galan was an elvish pirate prince, though he didn’t have the chance to be one for long. He had grown up hearing the stories of raiding from older noble elves and dreamed of commanding a ship of his own. Galan spent years training his combat and ship piloting skills to prepare for his pirate future, following in the footsteps of his ancestors.
The elf briefly spent time as a first mate to a captain once he turned eighteen and during that time got his first taste of raiding humans. On his twentieth birthday Galan was given a ship of his own, which he named the Silver Sparrow, as well as a small crew. He was now ready to start his ancestral journey of becoming a pirate lord. The new captain joined a small fleet and the group soon set their sights on a human town to attack.
Things did not go well. In fact things went horribly wrong. In the short time between when Galan was a first mate to when he became a captain the attitudes of their prey has shifted. They were now capable warriors who laid traps to capture elves. When the captain set about a plan to rescue his crew members he was soon captured himself, along with other elvish nobles thanks to information from who he thought was proud and loyal kin no less.
Galan did worry a bit at first, but knew others would come rescue him. Humans had gotten lucky before, perhaps the same had happened again. Still, he felt unnerved being chained to such a primitive race and taken to who knows where. The elf did hear some whispers from his human captors of a special curse, and he saw the shameful and shaken faces from his unfaithful crew. Something had changed, but how bad of a change it was did not fully hit Galan until he arrived at the human capital.
Once he arrived the elf was taken to a large ornate building. Inside he, along with other elvish nobles, gazed upon a large hall filled with strange devices. Galan, as well as the other princes and princesses, were soon tied to these structures. His body was forced to lie back on a cushioned table, arms and legs outstretched in the shape of an X and tied with leather straps. Galan couldn’t see much from his position, but assumed his fellow elves were also tied down as well. Once finished the humans retreated slightly, but still stayed in the hall. They were waiting for something, and that something soon arrived.
Galan heard a yelp from a princess which then turned into frantic laughter. Then a prince did the same. More laughter from more elves followed, traveling down the hall until Galan was the only elf not laughing his head off. He was very anxious at that point and he soon met the source of the event. A tendril of golden light wiggled its way into view. Moving in complex patterns it only stayed in the air for a few brief moments before it darted towards Galan’s body.
As soon as the light made contact the elf soon joined in the chorus of laughter. A horrible new sensation was overwhelming his body, it was as if his nerves were on fire but no pain was felt. Instead Galan bucked and strained while laughter was forced from his mouth. The tendril of light continued to explore his body, slithering from where it started at his belly towards his naked armpits. As the light tormented the elf his laughter rose and fell which each spot it traveled to. Armpits, belly, sides, navel, thighs, though the worst was his feet.
Finally, after an extended torturous session, the light withdrew from the elf’s gaze leaving him and the others panting from shock and fear. Then a powerful voice soon filled the hall. “My curse is proven. The aggressors have become ticklish and thus weakened. Now I place the rights of their punishment to you all. Tickle, tease, and tickle for the history of their crimes. So is the will of the Mortal Goddess.”
Tickling? That must be the source of the curse and the name of that terrible feeling. Galan didn’t have long to understand the full weight of what the voice said as he saw the humans approach. The large group spread out and soon gathered around the tied elvish princes and princesses. Some begged and pleaded, others grunted while tugging at their bindings, while more, like Galan, stared in fearful silence. Soon the laughter of elves filled the hall once more.
Galan’s new tormentors were a trio of human women, and they didn’t waste any time before lunging forward with tickling hands. One stayed at his feet, five nailed fingers scratched at each foot. Another stood farther up in between his legs, her wiggling fingers paying close attention to Galan’s muscular and ticklish thighs while occasionally traveling to his waist. The final woman stood to his side, tickling like the others but also kept her face close to his. She often dug her fingers into both of his armpits while whispering mocking words to the elf’s laughing face. Even though he was laughing like mad Galan could still make out everything.
“Tickle tickle, elf. Oh, do you love this? You must be if you’re laughing this much. Fingers brushing and scraping everywhere. Your body is a perfect canvas for our enjoyment. So fit and fine, but so ticklish too. That’s the best part, and you won’t EVER get used to it too. Your sensitivity will always stay like this thanks to our goddess. Hm, looks like you got ticklish nipples too. I’m gonna enjoy that for the next hour! And don’t worry, after we’re done here there are so many more waiting for a chance at punishment. In fact, my sister is up next. And she specially prepared her nails. You will looooove it, elf.”
In between his never ending laughter Galan tried to beg for mercy. The women laughed like it was a joke and kept tickling. Minutes stretched into hours, the elf laughing until tears soaked his now red face. Through it all he never did tire, muscles never went sore from their struggling or voice weakening from the loud laughter. His body felt horrible and energetic at the same time.
The trio left after hours of tickling, though Galan couldn’t tell the length of time. And as the woman said another group soon came. His shaky voice pleaded once more, and in response one lady tore off the only piece of clothing he had. As the short pair of trousers flew to the ground the women once more chose a position and the tickling began again. Wandering hands occasionally tickled Galan’s cock and balls too, the newest ticklish area to explore.
All of the elf’s body would be explored very, very thoroughly. Hours turned into days, days into weeks, weeks into months, the tickling never stopping for long. Humans were always waiting at a chance to tickle the former raiders. Sometimes it was just one, sometimes it was as many as five. Galan stayed there for years. He caught brief glimpses of other races being brought to face the same torture, a show of victory that proved the humans really had changed. After fifteen years of punishment, some time after the total triumph of humanity, the elven nobles were released. They shakily made their way home to live their new lives under the rule of man.
The goddess decreed that all elves would be traders for the world. Under the rule of human captains they traveled the seas carrying goods and cargo from one town or city to another. The only large rebellion that was faced was by one elvish crew at the start of the human age. They held their woman captain hostage, but were soon taken down by both man and elf. That crew faced twenty-five years in the Hall of Glories, and no other elven crew dared rebel again. The threat of tickling was always present in their minds.
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Shel was an orc chieftess. She was a powerful warrior who helped rule her mountain home for many years while also raiding human settlements. During that time she had taken three human men to be her pleasure slaves. It was common for Shel to have those men pleasure her every night, one licking at her pussy while the others sucked at her nipples. The orc also made sure they never had an orgasm of their own. Their future lives would be about her pleasure, not theirs. The chieftess wasn’t the forgiving type and doled out punishment whenever she caught one of her slaves with their cock in their hands. Her favorite method of discipline was spanking, and with Shel’s muscular arms the men’s asses always ended up even redder than their faces.
All of this would have been the future the orc thought she would live. Rule, raid, fight, pleasure, and punish. It would have been a simple but pleasant life for Shel, though the attack from the human armies destroyed that dream. The chieftess later learned that the frail folk had gathered secret knowledge from other orcs, specifically the layouts of the mountain tunnels. The orcs never would have thought to guard the winding mazes that connected to the heart of their town, and the humans took advantage of that.
Shel had been in the middle of a pleasure session when the attack came. The orcs barely fought at all due to the humans having stealth and surprise on their side. Before they knew it the mass of men and women had their chieftains bound and taken away in the dark of the night. Any future chiefs were taken in a similar manner, the only things left behind were the symbol of the new human empire and broken chains from former slaves. It was at that time that the orcs knew fear and the true power of the humans.
The former chieftess, like her fellow rulers, were soon taken to their former prey’s capital. As they were forced up the steps of a large building Shel heard screams of laughter and begging reach her ears. Such noises were a rare thing among orcs, the few times they did hear such things were from their slaves. This time, however, it came from a collection of bound elves who were being tormented by groups of humans. Shel wondered what sort of torture forced laughter out of the mouths of their victims, though she didn’t have to wait long to find out.
Shel was soon put into bondage as well. She was tied to a strange extended chair. Her arms were tied up against a pole rising up out of the chair while her legs were forced outstretched in a V shape. Multiple loops of soft but strong rope kept the orc bound, so much that not even her great strength could free her. She was humiliated, not just because she was a captive to the race of slaves but also because they had taken her in the middle of a pleasure session, meaning that she was entirely nude. Once she and the other chieftains were properly bound groups of humans soon gathered around them.
A group of four eager men circled around Shel, none of them showing one sign of being afraid of the muscled chieftess in front of them. As they drew closer the orc shouted threats in an attempt to make rightful fear enter their minds, but all that did was make their smiles grow larger. Then it happened, Shel felt ten fingers reach around from behind and skitter along her ribs. The venomous threat that she was in the middle of yelling collapsed into uncharacteristic giggles. That was all the other humans needed to hear and they soon joined in, much Shel’s dismay.
A man stood at each of the orc’s large feet, their fingers scraping along them and rooting in between the toes. The man behind her continued to tickle up and down her sides while occasionally digging into her armpits. One human stood the closest to Shel, right up between her outstretched thighs. With a mocking grin he stuck a finger into her wide navel and started to spin it around.
The image of a brawny and frightful orc completely disappeared. Instead all that remained was a struggling, laughing mess of a being. Shel was being tortured by slaves, being forced to laugh of all things! Oh how she wished the ropes to break, to break these men and make them beg to have the honor of worshipping her pussy. But no, all she could do was laugh.
The human behind her started to whisper in her ear. “Hah! Look how far the mighty orcs have fallen. So big and powerful, but you are as ticklish as the rest of them. This is your punishment for the slaves you kept. How many did you have, orc? How many nights did you force them to pleasure your body? Well, now it’s our turn for fun. Tickle tickle!”
This continued for some time, the chieftess torture seemed endless, though a change did occur. Shel felt a pair of hands, the ones belonging to the human behind her, leave. She couldn’t tell where he went due to the tickling, but he didn’t stay gone for long.
All of the tickling fingers stopped. Shel sagged in her restraints while taking in desperate gasps of air. After some tired blinking she looked up. The four men stood there, one of them holding a large flask of some kind. Winking at the orc the man stepped forward and started to pour what looked to be oil onto her feet. Shel was weakened, but her pride wasn’t still beaten. She whispered menacing words, how she would make them all pay for this, but they didn’t seem to care. In response to her threats Shel had the rest of the flask poured over her head, the remaining oil dripping down her furious face and sweat covered torso.
The men stepped forward but didn’t return to their tickling. Instead four pairs of hands started to massage Shel’s body wherever there was oil. The orc tried to not show any pleasure in their acts, but their arms worked hard. It was such a departure from the torment that had just occurred moments before.
Shel managed to look around during the massage. There were still plenty of humans having their fun, though most of them seemed to take a higher interest in the newly arrived orcs compared to the elves. Men and women eagerly tickled the muscled chieftains, and like Shel any attempt to keep up their proud warrior image was gone. Male and female orcs laughed and struggled, the noises they made mixed with the light and airy laughter of the elves who were not entirely spared from the tickling.
The fingers massaging Shel soon retreated. A part of her wanted them not to stop, the small bits of pleasure reminded her of what her slaves used to do back home. The orc looked at her body. It had oil rubbed in everywhere and she doubted it was for her benefit. Sure enough the men took up positions around her and soon their hands returned to tickling.
It was immediate that the tickling was MUCH worse for Shel. Some parts of her skin were rough before, most notably her feet from not using any footwear, but all that oil made those wiggling fingers glide and tickle much more effectively. Once more the orc fell into crazed laughter, much to the delight of the men around her. As they tickled they teased her previous threats, mocking her to be a ‘true warrior’ and break out of her bondage. Shel tried, she really did, but there would be no escape.
When Shel’s tormentors had enough fun they left her. Exhausted, covered with oil mixed with sweat, and skin tingling the orc felt the slightest urge to beg for mercy. Her pride was damaged, and as another group of men approached she knew more tickling would come. Would they lesser their torture if they heard a plea from an orc? Or would it just lead to more teasing?
Eventually, after a straight week of endless tickling, Shel did beg for mercy. She was one of the last of the captured chieftains to do so, but in the end it did nothing. The Mortal Goddess sentenced them for their crimes and tickling would be their punishment. No race, no matter how much they begged, would get a reprieve.
The goddess had future plans for the orcs as well. They would become labourers for the humans as they expanded their empire. There was resistance of course, no orc thought the idea of serving their former slaves as workers sounded reasonable. Rebellious leaders were soon sentenced to the Hall of Glories while some humans took it upon themselves to ‘teach’ some of the orcs themselves. Towns bordering on orc settlements often had large tables or stocks in the town square. They were used regularly for years, the stubborn nature of the green-skins was a hard thing to re-educate, but that didn’t stop the tickle hungry men and women. Timeless tickling did finally put the orcs under the heel of humans.
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Helio was a fairy counsellor, one who shared ruling power in a fairy colony. He and his kin lived comfortable and entertaining lives, even with the developing tales involving the humans. Rumors of a curse had been travelling as well as the stories of the elves and orcs falling to their former prey. Still, Helio and the others weren’t worried. After all, they had magic on their side as well as living in forests enchanted by said magic.
Fairy forests were legendary in their defense. Any unwanted intruder would begin to get lost after taking too many steps inside. Magical fog, twisting pathways to nothing, illusions, and more could lead anyone astray. The fairies were so proud of their talents that they didn’t even bother to post guards surrounding the colony. After all, why waste time on such boredom while there were plans for pranks to be made?
Counsellor Helio was actually in just such an activity. Rulers still wanted to get their fix of tricking humans too. And with a regular forest surrounding the fairy forest he called home the options for a fun time seemed limitless. There Helio was, sitting in his humble dwelling with ink and parchment in front of him. His wings idly fluttered and grin grew whenever a new idea popped into his head. Tomorrow would be a wonderful day for him, not so much for any unlucky humans that came across his path.
It was the middle of the night when the fantasy of an impenetrable home was broken for the fairies. Dozens of men and women streamed from the forest and quickly overcame the few wakeful fairies. Even with magic on their side the surprise was too sudden and numbers too many. Helio was roughly awoken by two armored women and soon put into bindings, much like the other fairy rulers.
Once order had been set for the humans they announced their demands. No more tricks, no more mischief, lest they all experience in full the curse of humans. With that Helio and the other counsellors were taken away, to the human capital he guessed. During the short trip he wondered how they maneuvered the forest. His answer soon came when he spied a single fairy being released from the fort they were taken to. She couldn’t bear to look her kin in the eyes, but whether it was from shame or from whatever she knew was coming next Helio couldn’t tell.
The fairy rulers were soon taken to the human capital and led into an enormous building. As he got closer Helio recognized a familiar sound. It was a sound any fairy would know. Laughter, but this kind had a strange quality to it. There was a crazed desperation that came as it echoed out from the inside. Once he was dragged in Helio saw why this laughter sounded different. Inside elves and orcs were bound in different positions and had groups of humans around them. Every touch from a man or woman had their victim yelling out pleas for mercy or insane laughter. Was this the curse of the humans?
As Helio and the other fairies made their way through the hall, fingers still in tight bindings, he began to lose hope. Unlike the other races all the fairies were bound in the same position. They were tied to an upright X frame that had small unmovable cuffs attached to the back. Those cuffs were made for a fairy’s wings, and went clipped in at the base Helio found that he couldn’t even vibrate them one bit. His entire body, minus the skimpy shorts he wore to sleep, was open for whatever a human wanted to do with it. Any struggling proved fruitless.
The humans started to quickly drift from the elves and orcs towards the new arrivals, though that didn’t mean the old prisoners were spared. Helio had seen the line stretching out of the hall, those who were waiting now had the chance to do whatever this new curse did. The counsellor watched as small groups gathered around each restrained fairy, then his focus shifted towards two women who were making a beeline straight to him.
Fairies are a short race, even so it didn’t stop Helio from feeling uncomfortable seeing a human matching his height and another who was taller than him. Without his magic or flight the fairy knew that these humans could do anything. The shorter woman met him first by roughly forcing wet satin cloth into his mouth. They tasted and smelt odd, Helio couldn’t place it but something about them made his body shiver. The taller one finished the act by wrapping a silk rope around his head to keep the gag in place.
“Aw, you have to admit he’s kinda cute like this. Sure this fairy has probably done loads of things to piss off other humans, but look at him! I just wanna tease him forever!” The shorter human said. She had a wicked grin on her face.
“Easy, easy now. We have our time to tickle. Also, didn’t you say something similar to that elvish pirate captain?” The taller one responded.
“I said that one was hot! This one here is cute. Well, fairy? Are you ribs just as ticklish as that brawny pirate?” She finished her sentence by darting her hands forward and squeezing at Helio’s sides. He started laughing immediately, which made the human’s smile even wider. “He is! Oh this is gonna be so much fun!”
Helio had heard the rumors of this curse, but he never could have imagined it to be this torturous. This laughter that was forced from the depths of his body was not the same as the kind he freely released when a prank was completed. His body jerked about like a puppet on strings in a futile effort to escape the wiggling fingers.
The fairy had trouble focusing his eyes, partly due to the tickling and partly because the shorter human was blocking some of his vision, but he sensed the taller human move behind him. Then he felt it, a single fingernail gently tracing over his bound wings. Helio’s muffled laughter became much more frantic, the tickling was worse than ever!
“You should try this spot out, or at least change your routine a bit. You always go for the spots on their upper body.”
“Aw, but I love to feel their muscles twitch! How they react to my dancing fingers, gliding and wriggling over their sensitive skin. You do whatever you want, I’m having my fun here.”
“Whatever, I’m going to get something special for this one.” Helio vaguely heard the taller one’s step move away.
The shorter human, still tickling her fingers up to his armpits and down around his waist, leaned in closer. “How much do you reeeally love this, fairy? I prepared those satin cloths specially this morning. I danced my fingers around my clit like they are dancing over your armpits now. And I came again and again on them, knowing that they would end up in that mouth of yours. Do you like the taste? Mmm, wanna know why I did it? Well, there was one part of that pirate’s body I couldn’t tickle because it just wouldn’t stay...ready. How about you?”
Helio knew what she was talking about as heard those words. The scent and taste seemed even stronger now, and worst of all this human wanted to tickle his cock. His torso and wings already felt like the worst experience of his life, how would his most sensitive area be in comparison?
As the fairy felt one hand switch from tickling his waist to gently gliding lower towards his briefs he heard familiar footsteps return. The shorter woman stopped her hand and moved it back to tickling his upper body.
“I found something wonderful! I’m sure he’s gonna like it.” The taller human had returned, and Helio soon felt that something.
It was very soft and bristly. The captive fairy guessed it was a brush of some kind, maybe a paintbrush, and it was wreaking havoc on his sensitive wings. The light swipes it made, over the edges and veins of his wings, were worse than anything Helio had ever felt. The tall woman always tried something different, never letting Helio get a chance to get used to the tickling. Swirling the brush in circles in one area. Doing large sweeping glides from the tips of his wings to the bases on his back. Helio’s wings were acting as a ticklish canvas for however the brush wanted to travel, and it all was making the fairy feel he was going insane.
“You know,” Helio heard the woman ticking his wings, “that ALL of their body can be punished, right?”
“Hm?” The shorter woman hummed.
“I saw your wandering hand, don’t feel bad about it! All of the races deserve punishment, and by the decree of the goddess we can do whatever we want with them until she believes they have repaid their misdeeds.”
“Oh. Well, I heard rumors…”
“Don’t listen to that gossip! Why just yesterday my sister was riding an orc’s cock, a hand reaching beneath her to tickle his balls while she pumped up and down on that green member. Sure that orc felt some pleasure, but combining the fucking with the tickling makes the entire experience even more torturous!”
“Really now! Well, my ticklish prankster, let’s go back to where I left off.”
Helio tried to beg through the cum rags and his ticklish laughter, but it was no use. He doubted they would have even listened to his pleas if they heard him. The shorter woman wasted no time in ripping off his briefs and leaving him completely naked. One of her hands started to travel lower and lower, starting from his armpit, down his shivering sides, pinched along his waste, before reaching his erect cock. She danced two fingers along the top of it before reaching around and lightly scratching under the head of the fairy’s dick.
He didn’t just laugh and struggle, instead Helio felt like his body exploded from the torment. He strained even harder against the clamps holding him, his head swung about in a panic, his wings shivered even harder, and his muffled laughter became clearer through the gag. The taller woman didn’t miss this reaction of his, stopping the tickling from her brush and moving to the front of the fairy to join her companion.
“Wow, and I thought his wings were the worst.”
“I know, right?! I can feel his dick pulsing as I tickle it, it’s even better than feeling a tickle toy’s muscles strain! You can join in too, use that brush of yours under his balls.”
“Good idea.”
Helio’s torture was getting worse by the minute, and judging by what few glances he could catch of his fellow fairies the same was happening to them. Men and women, whether using fingers or tools, were forcing out laughter that the fairies themselves had never experienced in their years of tricks. How long would they have to endure this?
The fairy counsellors would pay the same price as the others, spending years upon years in the Hall of Glories. While they were tickled the goddess found a use for the former pranksters. Given their speed and flight the short people would become messengers for the human empire. Whether it be a vocal report, a collection of letters, or even some small packages, the fairies seemed made for the tasks. That’s not to say they all took to their different roles under the humans with happiness and fanfare.
Some of the fairies never got over losing their pastime of tricks. Those who committed such acts, no matter how small they may be, were always found out and earned a sentence in the Hall of Glories. Other fairies tried something different to irk their new masters. They slowed their travelling, making their deliveries late to try and earn some mischievous satisfaction. The human victims caught onto this act fairly quickly and decided to punish these fairies in a similar tactic. They complained of damaged goods, lazy fairies, or other mistakes. The humans then took it upon themselves to reprimand these meddlesome folk by spending a week or two tickling them in their homes. This often made the same fairies late for the next assignment, meaning that more tickle discipline awaited them. In time, like the other two races before them, the fairies fully yielded to their rulers.
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Jackal was a beastfolk and one of the Alphas for a large pack living in a forest. The beast shared leadership with four other Alphas and he was living a content life. Jackal, like many others of his kin, had a human pet. The one he had was a young woman, average height and long messy brown hair. He remembered the day he caught her fondly.
The hunting party was ready, and with a sharp bark they rushed the caravan of humans. Each quickly took their target and disappeared back into the trees before the other men and women had a chance to react. Jackal had his new pet stay near his makeshift tent, leaving a smaller one for her to live in. There was resistance at first, of course, but all beastfolk knew that sooner or later their pet would learn to behave. Jackal thought back, how the woman tugged at the rough cord and crude belt around her neck and at the rod in the tree they were attached to. She did learn rather quickly, and for her efforts earn better meals faster than the other new pets. Once he felt she was properly trained the beast named her ‘Mud.’
Life continued normally for Jackal. He rose the ranks of the pack to where he was today, an Alpha, a year after he had gotten Mud. The other Alphas and Jackal knew of the amounting victories the humans were having, but they tried their best to adapt to them. No one wanted to forgo the tradition of keeping a human. For a while their plans seemed to be working, the beasts still got their pets albeit at a slower pace than before. That all changed during a night that should have been like any other.
Jackal awoke, his bestial side immediately sensing something was wrong. His furry ears soon picked up the sounds of growling and clashing weapons. Mixed between them was shouts from humans. Had some pets broken loose and tried to escape? No, there was too much noise for that. A rebellion perhaps? Jackal left his tent and looked at where Mud usually stayed. His eyes saw what remained of the torn cord. With a frustrated growl Jackal began to follow the noises towards the clearing where the beastfolk pack held their meetings.
When he arrived he saw beast fighting man, but it was not just pets fighting their masters. Mixed in with the pets, who were nearly naked besides some scraps of clothing, were armored warriors. A human army, how had they managed to find the beastfolk camp? Jackal prepared to jump into the action when he was tackled to the dirt.
The beast recognized his attacker. It was Mud. Gone was the fearful and timid pet, instead the woman had anger across her face. Jackal didn’t feel afraid, what harm could she possibly do? The answer soon came when she jabbed her fingers into the beast’s furry underarms. Jackal instantly fought back the urge to laugh. His mind worked quickly, could this be the supposed curse from the humans?
Jackal tried to fight off Mud, but with every attempt the pet changed her attack, moving her wiggling fingers somewhere undefended which drove the beast back to the ground. The Alpha looked around for help, though he didn’t like what he saw. More and more beastfolk fell, not from the weapons of man but from invading hands on their naked bodies.
The victory of the humans came soon after. When dawn broke all of the Alpha’s and other higher ups of the pack were chained and taken away as well as the now freed pets. Most of the beasts didn’t try to resist, Jackal was not one of them. He tried his best to break free, escape, or fight against his captors. None of his efforts worked and all that it earned him was a crude gag, one that looked like the bridle for a horse. As he traveled Jackal didn’t let up, but all he could do now was fruitlessly struggle against the added chains and chew on the gag in between his jaws.
After a few days of travel the Alpha beastfolk and some other higher ranking members of the pack arrived at the human capital. Almost all of them had ceased their attempts to escape, except for Jackal. A full team of huma soldiers dragged him up the steps to a large building, closer and closer to the sounds of strained and crazed laughter. All the while the beast growled and yanked at his bindings, but again his endeavors yielded no reward.
Inside the beasts were met with their future fate. There, strung up and tied in various positions, were members of the other worldly races. All of them, elves, orcs, and fairies, were laughing thanks to the attention the groups of humans around them gave. Now it was the time for the beastfolk to receive similar treatments.
Jackal saw his kin get tied to their own devices while the small crowd attending to him dragged him further into the hall. He soon found the bondage equipment he would be tied to. It looked simple, like a small altar with four shackles attached to the bottom near the floor. The beast debated one more attempt to break free, but the severity of the situation had finally hit him.
The soldiers then tied him to the altar. Jackal was now lying on his back, feet and hands chained to the bottom of the device leaving his naked torso open for whatever the humans had planned for him. He didn’t have to wait long. The crowds had been riled up with the new arrivals and they quickly separated into different groups around the beasts. Jackal had three women approach him, and despite the gag still in his mouth he still tried to growl at them. They just giggled and mocked him, saying, “It’s time to put this beast in his place.”
Jackal had briefly experienced the curse of the humans back in the forest, though as much as he tried to ready himself for this torment he was soon overwhelmed by its power. One woman stood at his head, leaning over him to work her hands into his armpits. Another kneeled at his legs and squeezed at his firm thighs. The last one calmly walked around the beast, trailing five fingers around his belly and sides as she did so.
He immediately fell into pitiful hysterics. The tickling was worse than anything Jackal had ever felt before. With the bit gag in his mouth the laughter that came from the beast was mixed by strange gasps and gurgles, which seemed to delight his tormentors. They upped their attacks on his body in the effort of forcing more and more pleasing sounds from Jackal.
The women started to slowly spread the areas they tickled, but the lady at the beast’s crotch had the greatest effect. She danced her fingers up his thighs and started to wiggle them under his balls. As soon as Jackal felt this his body strained against his restraints harder than ever, it was like he was struck by lightning. The woman giggled at his response and focused all of her effort on her new discovery.
To Jackal’s astonishment, despite being thoroughly tortured he felt himself getting hard. The tickling at his balls must be to blame, even as horrible as it felt the touches at his genitals aroused even the weakest response from him. The trio of humans didn’t miss the now hardening cock, though Jackal couldn’t possibly guess what they were going to do with their new toy.
“Well well well. Look at this, ladies. It seems the ticklish beast here is liking his punishment.”
“Look at the size of it!”
“Pretty sure it’s because of me tickling his balls. I call first!”
All of the tickling stopped, and Jackal hoped his erection would deflate before the woman had a chance to do whatever she had planned. That didn’t happen. The beast saw the three women remove their clothing before once again taking positions around his tied body.
The one who was tickling his armpits kneeled and covered Jackal’s face with her large breasts, slowly dragging them back and forth while tip-toeing her fingers up and down his arms. He couldn’t see what the woman that tickled his sides was doing, but he soon felt her plan. Fingers from two hands soon began to pinch and tickle around his nipples. The beast once more yanked at the bondage holding him due to the return of the tickling. In an effort to keep her small targets from moving too much the woman decided to increase her chances, vaulting a leg over her captive and sitting on his chest. Jackal felt her wetness when she sat, making his cock harder than ever. Soon the fingers returned to their teasing, much to his dismay.
The final woman took it the furthest. Jackal’s cock was soon enveloped by her pussy, making his giggling become mixed with moans as well. Up and down, up and down. She rode him faster and faster while the other woman continued to tickle harder and harder in sequence.
Somehow it was all even worse than before. The pleasure mixed with tickling constantly threw off the beast’s focus. Part of him was loving this, it reminded him when he had to punish Mud whenever she acted out. The tickling broke this fantasy. The fingers around his nipples, the probing hands at his arms and neck, and even a hand reaching back from the third woman to once more tickle at his balls, it was too much!
The air was filled with laughter and moans from a variety of sources. There was Jackal and the women around him, who were enjoying their time torturing their prisoner, but the sounds from all the other captives were not unheard. Even though the beastfolk got a lot of attention there were still other humans tickling the other races. It also appeared that some of the men and women had also taken to getting another sort of pleasure from the beasts. Jackal couldn’t see due to the breasts covering his face, but his keen ears picked up on a collection of moans from the other beasts and the humans attending to them.
Remarkably, Jackal felt the coming of an orgasm. The tickling was making his body go crazy, but the small waves of pleasure from the woman seated on his cock were not completely overwhelmed. What would they do to him if he came? Tease him more? Punish him even harder? The beast couldn’t guess.
He was just about to cum, and it got even closer when the woman’s pussy started to pulse and contract signalling an orgasm of her own. Jackal’s laughter and moans were almost even in volume, and it seemed that the ladies took notice. The woman on his cock slowly lifted herself off. The beast felt pitiful when his hips automatically struggled to buck in an attempt for more stimulation. Here he was, reduced to giggles and begging to cum, by a race he saw only as pets.
“Oh, are you missing something, beast? Did you like the feel of my pussy? Don’t worry, ticklish beastie. It won’t be left alone for long.”
Her footsteps faded, but the other two women didn’t let up their attacks. The woman on his chest was probably close to cumming as well, judging by her increased pace in grinding and wetness while she tickled and squeezed Jackal’s nipples. The other one stopped her teasing whispers and started to lick the inside of his ear, which proved to be ticklish too.
“I’m back! And I got enough for everyone too.”
Jackal’s vision returned as the breasts lifted from his face. He craned his head to see the three women with a feather in each hand. They shared a grin before returning to their games.
True to her words the returning woman paid her attention back on the beast’s junk. One feather swirled over his sensitive cock head, his precum starting to soak it, while the other brushed back and forth under his balls. The human who was on Jackal’s chest quickly rubbed herself to an orgasm before starting to use her new tools on her old target. The feathers sent ticklish waves with each swipe over his nipples. The last woman didn’t forget her recent discovery, using her feathers on the insides of Jackal’s large ears.
Jackal never felt so close yet so far from cumming. The light touches from the feathers were just faint enough to be torturously ticklish while also holding off his orgasm, but there still was adequate stimulation that kept him hard and yearning for release. The other tickling didn’t help the matter either.
He didn’t know how long he had been tied here, but the beast was surprised by how submissive he was becoming. The beastfolk believed they could never become a bottom serving people, no matter how long or arduous a torment they may feel. Tickling shook that notion to the core. Jackal wasn’t even growling anymore, instead all he let out was moans and gagged laughter. He trained his ears to try to listen for any shred of resistance from his fellow kin, but heard nothing.
The women continued their teasing and tickling for more time before leaving. The break Jackal received was less than a minute before another group arrived for their entertainment. That would be the beast’s life for the following years. Body teased and tickled. Cock fucked and edged. And, as he soon learned, every orgasm only worsened the tickling. So would many find out while in the Hall of Glories.
The Mortal Goddess, ever the wiseful planner, had found a use for the beastfolk too. She ordered the large packs to be split and the now smaller groups to be spread into the wilds covering the world, after all their pets were returned of course. There the beasts would have relative freedom as they hunted game for themselves and their new rulers.
The wild people, like the other races now under humanities’ thumb, tried some resistance at first. Petty acts, like keeping choice cuts of meats for themselves while turning in scraps for men, were started. Such actions didn’t last for long. The tiny packs, watching their leaders turn in their hunts from the edge of towns, soon saw them be dragged inside human homes. Their punishment became clear when endless laughter emerged from the structures. In startling irony the beasts would be sentenced to become tickle pets for days at a time for their meager rebellions. Such teasing wouldn’t stop when the beasts stopped their troubles. Humans often found a way to blame the beasts for even the tiniest of infractions, turning them into personal pets to play with as they pleased. Perhaps such actions were helpful in cementing man’s rule over them?
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Aralai was a demon who was living the high life. She had a dozen human slaves taken from the mortal realm and was using them well to satisfy her creative urges. Every demon had a hobby, hers was mixing drinks using a variety of ingredients. Aralai had two special ingredients, always using one or both in the mixing process. Milk from a human female and cum from a human male. She kept her providers in a room in her dimensional home, tied and being endlessly stimulated to keep her supply topped up.
The demon enjoyed her pastime. Making the drinks then lounging in the slave room, listening to the gagged moans of the humans while sipping on her pieces of perfection, it was the best life she could live. Sometimes she mixed things up. She occasionally removed the gag from a slave and listened to their fruitless pleas. They always said stuff like, “Please! I can’t cum anymore,” and, “It’s too much! Stop, stop,” before Aralai stuffed the gag back in their mouth and let her magic continue its work milking their cocks or breasts.
She of course heard the rumors of the rising power of the humans on the mortal plane, but that didn’t concern her. Aralai even joked about it to her fellow demons whenever they sent messages on the outer threads that made up the web of reality. No power could reach and depose all twenty six of them. At least, that’s what they thought. Messages started to become less frequent, though not like Aralai would have noticed. In fact, when a small army of humans broke into her dimension it shocked her so much she could barely put up a fight.
Aralai was soon taken to the land of mortals, bound by the ropes of who she saw as slaves. When she entered their grand hall and saw who was there she knew that everyone had underestimated this new change among the humans. There were some members of other races there. Elves, orcs, fairies, and beastfolk, but there was also a surprising number of demons there too and Aralai soon joined them. While Aralai had trouble focusing in the following days she did hear and catch enough glimpses of the rest of her kind being brought in, all twenty six of them.
She endured an entire week of tickling at the hands of men and women. This new curse, which Aralai learned from her talkative tormentors was from their Mortal Goddess, was certainly something to behold. Her infernal body writhed in its restraints from the torturous touch all across her body and her mouth cried laughter into the gag obstructing it. As the week progressed Aralai couldn’t think her fate could get any worse, but it did.
Even in her state Aarlai noticed that the other races were freed after a time, but not her kin. Instead threads of golden light emerged from engraved doors, near the end of the hall where all the demons were located, and dragged their bodies one at a time into what appeared to be the goddess’ personal quarters. Every time a demon returned from there they looked worse than ever, and Aralai both dreaded and wondered who this human goddess was. Her chance soon came when the light drifted to her and carried her inside.
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“Sorry for the wait, but I’ve made sure that every demon gets a first personal meeting with me before a repeat session. Yes, no matter how much of a tasty toy they might have been.”
Aralai couldn’t have responded if she had wanted to, both due to the gag still in her mouth and because her laughter went from simple yelps to all out screaming. The threads of light, which came from the goddess’ body, held her hogtied in the air in front of their conjurer. More light traveled along her red body and they were MUCH worse than the fingers and tools the humans had at their disposal. Each inch of skin the lights touched didn’t just tickle the surface, instead they went deeper into the demon’s skin tickling every stretch of nerve. It didn’t even feel like any tool used on Aralai had experienced yet, but despite how alien it was it still tickled terribly.
The light ebbed and flowed all around and paid attention to every tickle spot. Sliding along Aralai’s soles, weaving in between her toes, digging and curling in her armpits, dancing along her sides, twirling in her navel, and more. The light holding her body barely allowed her to shake about in the air, holding her tight but never constricting her to the point of pain. Part of the demon wished for some other sensation than the tickling, anything to serve as a distraction.
“Yes, I said tasty. Mmmmm. The energy your kind gives is much more powerful than the other races. I had to have over a hundred tickle slaves just to have enough power to break into your dimensions. It came as a surprise when we brought the first demon back, a single tickled demon gave more power than a hundred mortal bodies!”
The Mortal Goddess laughed along with her prisoner. She was obviously enjoying herself. As Aralai watched the goddess’ nude body once more changed form. This time it was of a dark skinned woman with short black hair, but her eyes stayed the same. Two all-consuming pits of gold that kept the demon’s gaze locked to the goddess by an unnatural force.
“But enough about the conquest from me and my people. Even a goddess needs time to play with her food.”
The deity calmly stepped forward and circled her nails around Aralai’s nipples while occasionally scratching the undersides of the demon’s hanging breasts. Tickling on top of tickling, it was driving her insane! Tears from overstimulation soon flowed from her eyes.
“Yes! Give me more! Mmmm.”
Aralai would have begged if she could. It was one thing to be under the hands of meek humans, but the thing in front of her wasn’t human. The power that emanated from this not-woman was nothing short of godlike. Her curse, however small it may have started, had made the goddess the being she was today. The demon would have begged for mercy with every breath she took to be free from the goddess’ power. Actually, there would be one other thing on her lips.
WHAT ARE YOU?!
Demons used to be the strongest things in reality. That isn’t the case anymore with the twenty six of them being tickled and teased every minute of every day, their torment being siphoned into energy for whatever being that stood in front of Aralai. So how did the Mortal Goddess come about? A miraculous joke, or something planned by an unknown force? Aralai couldn’t help but wonder this, even through all the tickling.
The goddess didn’t waste a second of time using her nails. She knew every spot to check, from the tiniest toe to the deepest part of Aralai’s belly button. The light strands never let up either, magnifying the demon’s ticklish experience with more and more sensations stacked on top of each other. Aralai wondered how she hadn’t gone insane from it all. No doubt it was more magic from the goddess.
“Well, a good tickling with your hands is always appreciated, isn’t it?” The Mortal Goddess patted the demon’s shuddering cheek. Her form had once more changed, this time into a pale skinned woman with long blonde hair woven into a single braid. “However, I think we can up it all a little more. A little experiment that I’m sure you will like.”
Aralai felt all the tickling stop, the only strings of light she felt were the ones holding her up in the air. As she watched, new strands started to weave themselves together in front of her face into a solid, and very recognizable, shape. Soon a golden dildo took form and floated behind the demon. The goddess’ smug grin grew wider as she watched her captive’s body shiver as the ethereal toy pressed against her pussy before slowly entering.
It had felt like years before Aralai had experienced pleasure. The humans from before hadn’t paid any attention to her privates, instead focusing on their tickle torture. Her mouth, which used to only let out quiet giggles and laughter, now had muffled moans escape it as the dildo picked up speed and rammed deeper.
Her momentary escape from tickling didn’t last long. As Aralai met the goddess’ eyes once more she saw a wicked gleam, like the woman was expecting something special. With a snap from her fingers Aralai soon felt what she was planning. The dildo inside her had something new added to its form. Instead of being smooth it was now covered with feather-like bristles, and those bristles now tickled the demon’s most sensitive part of her body. Back and forth, in and out, with every movement all of the inside of Aralai’s pussy was being tickled.
She didn’t laugh, she didn’t moan, instead Aralai was letting out muffled screams. Her struggling once more reached a new height as her body frantically wiggled about in the air. Despite her struggling nothing changed as the dildo continued to fuck and tickle her at the same time. The small ripples of pleasure that came with every thrust were nearly drowned out by the tickling feathers, but they were there. Going for over a week without any form of sexual stimulation was unheard of for Aralai, so it wasn’t a surprise that she ended up cumming a short time later. The small waves of pleasure were only a momentary distraction from the tickle-dildo, which continued to pound away.
The Mortal Goddess was practically basking in her prisoner’s torment. Aralai saw the satisfaction and contentment on her face.
“Mmm, that is very good. You know, I think it’s time for a change. With all the power I’m getting from your kind I doubt the ‘Mortal’ part of my name isn’t quite accurate anymore. Time for a special announcement and some righteous celebration, wouldn’t you say?”
The goddess turned and started to walk out of the room, but before she left she twirled a hand in the air and the strings of light once more went to work. This time they wrapped around Aralai’s breasts and feet until they were fully covered. Then with a snap of fingers the tickling worsened even more for the demon. It was like she was wearing a pair of tickling boots and bra. Feathers, fingers, tongues, brushes, every tool imaginable all at once. The feathery dildo didn’t stop either, in fact it increased its speed.
“Well, I’m off. Enjoy your time!” The goddess finished her sentence by blowing a kiss before shutting the door.
Aralai thought she had experienced the worst of the tickling several times already, but here and now she was surprised again by how worse her torture could get. Weeping, gasping, laughing, and moaning, the demon begged that her captor’s event wouldn’t last long.
The hours passed excruciatingly slow. By the time the goddess returned Aralai had lost all strength in her body. Even though the tickling never stopped she couldn’t even struggle anymore. Instead she just shivered in the air while small tortured whines came from her mouth. Puddles, one mostly from droll with some fallen tears and the other juices from her repeated orgasms, lay beneath the demon. Even through all Aralai had been through there was no pain or soreness in her body, the only discomfort was the horrible and unending tickling.
She could barely hear the snap that ceased the tickling. A smooth hand gripped Aralai’s chin and brought her face to face once more with the goddess.
“My my my. Aren’t you a sight? I think it’s time for a new toy to play with. Oh and before you go...” The goddess wiggled the fingers from one hand and a small thread of light snaked through Aralai’s gag and touched her tongue. She instantly felt the strength return to her body. “Gotta keep you nice and ready for the guests outside! Everyone deserves a chance to tickle humanity’s former oppressors.”
After those words were said Aralai felt the light binding her retreat and reform to carry her out the door. It soon placed her back into physical bondage outside in the Hall before weaving its way over to another demon. The humans tickling him backed off as the light picked up the new toy for the goddess and brought him to her quarters.
Aralai didn’t have to wait long for her tickling to continue. Another group, consisting of both men and women, ventured over to her tied form and eagerly began their torturous play. Even as the laughter began anew, Aralai couldn’t help but wonder what her and her kin’s future may be.
The now self-proclaimed Immortal Goddess had fully cemented her and humanities’ rule over the world and the races that inhabited it. Any rebellions that came over the years were too small to cause even the most minimal of trouble, though the rebels were still sentenced to long periods of time in the Hall of Glories. Such troublemakers often took notice of one race that never left the confines of that tickle structure. The demons.
Yes, the goddess had decreed that the demons were far too dangerous to be left free. Instead, she said that their place in the world would be as toys for humans to play with. These undying beings now faced endless tickling, both feeding the enjoyment for men and magical power for the Immortal Goddess.
So it came to be. Humans, who used to be the bottom people of the world, now ruled it and stayed in their position thanks to tickling. All men and women took part in the now casual practice, and the other races knew that their future will always consist, one way or another, of forced laughter. Now and until the end of time.
