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Empire of the Golden Feather: Part 2 (F/F, M/F, MM/F)

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Link to Part 1: https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?315761-Empire-of-the-Golden-Feather-(F-F-M-F)
Hi everyone! Sorry for the delay, but this one’s a pretty long one! I’m back with the second chapter of Empire of the Golden Feather. As always, please let me know what you think of the story so far and where you would like it to go! I’m always interested in getting feedback. Feel free to reach out with any questions as well! Without further adieu… Enjoy Part 2!!!

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High Admiral Cassandra White leered as the struggling prisoner was forced onto a metal slab and secured by heavy straps and chains around her ankles, knees, elbows, and wrists. Her captors had not allowed her any form of clothing and goosebumps began to form along her exposed body both because of the coldness of the slab and anticipation of the tickling she was about to endure. The Master’s Imperial interrogators were feared above all others, except for perhaps Admiral White and the Master himself, for their tickle-torture skills. The now immobile Alana, General of the Resistance against The Master, recognized the futility of her struggles and let her efforts subside, glaring up at the High Admiral’s form. Slowly, without speaking a word, the Admiral extended a single finger and ran it slowly up and down Alana’s exposed torso causing her to draw in a sharp breath as ticklish sensations began to blossom along the path the finger traced.

“I’ll never tell you anything, filth!” Alana spat as Admiral White continued her ticklish teasing. In response, the Admiral simply used another finger to unpredictably alternate her light strokes on different parts of her body. First her taut belly, then to her feet, then her armpits, then to her thighs. Each unexpected change in location elicited surprised yelps of ticklishness from her plaything as Alana began to flinch at even the slightest movement that the Admiral made, unable to predict where the next teasing tickle would come from. Thankfully for Alana, the Admiral suddenly stopped her torturous teasing, sharply turned away from her tied-down form and headed towards the Imperial Interrogator who had been silently observing the proceedings.

“I must deliver a report to our Master. You know what we want… find it, or you’ll answer to me,” came the ominous threat as the Admiral made her way towards the door. The Interrogator silently approached Alana’s immobilized form with a feral grin, swooped her fingers into her armpits and tickled away with relish. Through her own surprised screams of laughter, Alana barely heard the heavy doors hiss open and shut behind the Admiral as she made her way to the Master’s chambers. All other thoughts were wiped from her mind, however, as the Interrogator spidered her hands along her torso before resting them at the junction where her hips met her sides. Alana’s eyes widened almost comically and a drop of sweat beaded on her forehead as second after torturous second trickled past, the anticipation slowly growing nearly unbearable. Suddenly, without warning, the Interrogator rapidly vibrated her fingers into the hollows of Alana’s hips and she was lost.

“HAHAHAHAAAAAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!! OH NO..HOOOHOHOHHHHHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!!” Alana screamed as the Interrogator dug into her ticklish hips. Alana continued to thrash in her bondage to no avail as the Interrogator quickly shifted focus to her ribs, using the pads of all ten fingers to send her tickle-toy into hysterics. The interrogator used one hand to continue the assault on her ribs while using the other to explore all the ticklish spots within reach. Alana’s armpits, inner thighs, sides, and belly were all subjected to tickling, her tortured laughter rising in an inexorable crescendo as each subsequent spot was tickled with meticulous precision.

“Where is the rebel base? How has the Resistance avoided detection thus far? What are the names of the Rebel insurgents in the capital?” came the questions one after the other as the Interrogator continued her torturous exploration of Alana’s body. She slowed her tickling to give her prisoner a chance to answer, though she continued to lightly pinch Alana’s ticklish thighs and stomach to deprive her of any hope of relief.

“I’ll NEVER betray my people!” came the defiant, if somewhat forced, response between yelps of ticklishness as Alana attempted to squirm away from the fingers that kept up their incessant tickling. Alana gritted her teeth against the pinching sensations as they slowly alternated between her most sensitive spots.

Suddenly, the tickling stopped leaving Alana gasping for air. Her relief was short-lived, however, when she felt her toes being pulled back and looked to see the Interrogator using a thin-black twine to tie each of her toes into slats in the metal slab located behind her feet. The Interrogator then strode over to a supply closet and emerged with a single device that almost looked like a small pill, only around a half-inch in diameter, the only difference being that this pill was entirely covered in thin bristles that made it look like a miniature sea urchin. The Interrogator slotted the pill into Alana’s belly button, the bristles already causing a ticklish reaction as she squirmed in her bondage, before taking up a position at her feet. The Interrogator pressed a button on a remote control and the bristled pill that had been placed in Alana’s belly button started to vibrate with great intensity, she immediately used both her hands to torturously scrabble her fingers over Alana’s exposed soles and all hell broke loose.

“NOOOOHOOOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAHA! OHHH GOOHOOD!” Alana screamed as she was thrown into a hysterics. The Interrogator switched techniques as one hand slowly used a thin feather to tickle the toes of one foot while the other hand used it’s wickedly sharp nails to dig into her taut soles. With that, she let out a long peal of tortured laughter and thrashed her head from side to side, the only movement she could manage. General Alana of the Resistance, veteran of a hundred battles, could only pray for an end to her suffering. For someone, anyone, to save her from her ticklish torture.

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**10 Years Before Present Time***

The midday sun beat down over an enormous mansion, perfectly illuminating the expansive grounds and bathing the pearly-white marble with an ethereal sheen. Amongst the peaceful backdrop, a young Cassius silently stalked his prey, moving across the lush grass and between the trees of the manor grounds with barely a whisper. His mother liked to say, during their private lessons, that stealth and speed would make him a greater warrior for the Master than sheer strength ever could. He stopped as his target came into focus. A beautiful red-haired woman stood on her toes to reach the fruit growing from one of the trees and drop them one-by-one into a basket she had placed on the ground. She wore a white thigh-length skirt and tight blouse that bared her midriff and shoulders that were embroidered with the White Family coat of arms, two white feathers held by intertwined skeletal hands on a black background, that marked her as a servant. Cass knew that as the heir to the White legacy and fortune, he could simply walk up to her and she would let him restrain and tickle her for as long as she wished, but he always got a far better thrill from the hunt. He was momentarily entranced by her beautifully shaved armpits, her long-toned legs, and the way her blouse rode up slightly to reveal more of her toned stomach when she reached up to pick the fruit. He shook himself out of his reverie and began thinking of a plan.

Without making a sound, he made his way behind her and in one fluid motion, tackled the servant to the ground and began tickling her exposed stomach with relish. She yelped in surprise before bursting out into peals of laughter as Cassius’ small hands spidered over her ticklish body.

“MAHAHAHSTERR CASSIUS!!! OH NOOHOHOOH!!! I’M TOOO TICKLISH!!!” she yelled before lapsing once more into laughter. Without stopping his tickling, he sat on the servant girl’s arms and began tickling her now immobilized upper-body with greater gusto.

“You’re such a ticklish little servant! I’m sure you’ll love this,” Cassius said with a grin as he continued his ticklish assault. He chuckled as she kicked her legs and attempted to thrash away from his tickling fingers but Cass merely continued to tickle her exposed midriff and armpits. He stopped and drank in the image before him. The servant girl lay under him, sweat beading down her forehead, and taking in large gulps of air as the tickling ceased. Her once luscious red hair was now tangled and her skirt that had been finely laundered was now in disarray, exposing the rest of her creamy thighs. He grinned mischievously as an idea struck him. As part of his lessons, he had once watched a tape of his mother interrogating a rebel prisoner. She had used a particularly devastating technique on her, after which the rebel had spilled her secrets. It was this technique that he wished to try now. Slowly, he began to unbutton the servant’s blouse. She began whimpering and shaking her head as his bodyweight held her arms immobile.

“Master Cassius please! I am your humble servant. Please no!” She begged.

“Exactly, you are MY servant, and will serve as my tickle-slut at my pleasure,” he stated with a cruel edge to his voice. Without heeding her pleas, Cassius finished unbuttoning her blouse and allowed her breasts to be exposed. He took a moment to appreciate the servant girl’s perfectly sized and wonderfully firm breasts before picking up a long blade of grass and twirling it between his fingers.

“I’m sure you know what I’m going to do to you now,” he teased as he lightly tugged at one erect nipple while lightly tickling the other with the tip of the blade of grass. The servant girl began to squirm in place as the alternating feelings of pleasure and tickling torture threatened to overwhelm her.

“Oh are your breasts ticklish?” Cassius taunted. After a few minutes of this, he suddenly began tickling the sides of her breasts causing her to arch her back in ticklish agony and let out several loud peals of laughter.

“NNNNOOOOHHHOOOAAAAAAHHHHAAAA! PLEASE STOP!!” She begged between intense bouts of laughter as Cassius continued his torture of her ticklish breasts. As though in response, he used one hand to slowly and torturously tease her left nipple while using the other hand to tickle the underside of her right breast before alternating sides and techniques. He loved the way she began to buck her sexy body. The servant girl shrieked with laughter as Cassius continued his torturous tickling of her breasts, her resistance reduced to almost nothing by the incessant tickling he had inflicted.

“You’re such a desperately ticklish little thing,” Cassius teased. “How does it feel to be completely under my control? Do you like it? I sure do!

Her torture would not end until several minutes later, although it felt like several hours to the poor servant girl. When he had had enough of torturing this particular slave, Cassius simply got up and walked away in search of a new form of entertainment, “or perhaps a snack,” he thought as his stomach rumbled. He walked away leaving the servant girl, still on the ground in a sweaty, giggly heap, to pick herself up.

It had taken a particularly harsh lesson from his mother to persuade him to never again get particularly close to the low-ranked servants that worked at the White Mansion.

**Five Years Before (15 Years Before Present Time)**

A far younger Cassius let out a youthful giggle at the story he had just been told. His personal servant maid, a stunningly beautiful nineteen year old with chocolate skin and piercing eyes, named Asha laughed alongside him. It was a White family tradition that until the age of 12, each heir or heiress to the White Family would be assigned a personal servant to cater to their every need. As personal servant to the young heir, Asha was allowed to wear more informal clothing than the other servants. She wore a black miniskirt, thigh high stockings, and a tight black crop top that had the White coat of arms embroidered over her heart. Asha had been with Cassius since he was a little child and the two had grown quite fond of each other.

Cassius slyly reached over and started tickling Asha’s beautiful exposed midriff causing her to yelp in surprise. “Please tell me another story!” he begged before switching his tickling to her tan thighs and lightly scritching and pinching the ticklish flesh.

“Ohoho-kay! But you have to stop tickling me!” She said in between laughs. Cassius stopped his teasing tickles and waited patiently for her to begin.

Asha thought for a moment before pulling Cassius close and began as he leaned his head on her shoulder. “I’m sure you’ve heard this one before, but it’s the story of how the Master civilized the world, founded the Empire, and banished the Heretics to the Outlands.”

“Oooh I love this one!!!” Cassius suddenly exclaimed.

“Then don’t interrupt me,” Asha playfully scolded. “Now, in the beginning, the world was nearly torn apart by several primitive clans feuding over natural resources and warring over petty differences. You see, the world then was so divided that every clan was at every other clan’s throats over some issue. The Master saw this and was displeased. He realized that at the core of every person, man or woman, was the desire to dominate or have power over something or someone. It was this desire that was preventing a lasting peace. As he rose through the political ranks of his home clan, he began gathering a group of powerful friends around him. They would come to be known as the Pillars. I’m sure you know that Alcyoneus White was among the first of the Pillars.

“When he came into his power, the Master, using superior strategic and military might started a campaign that would result in him establishing the greatest empire known to humankind. And when the dust settled and the time came to take off the uniform and don the crown, the Master remembered that primal need for people to dominate and instituted the Golden Law. In his wisdom, the Master decreed that ticking would become a way of life in his new empire and that those of higher rank had power over those of lower rank. It’s why you can tickle me and the other servants any time you want, and why I can tickle lesser-ranked servants and those of lower rank than me if I want! It gives people a goal to strive toward to make the empire grow as a whole!”

She paused to take a breath and glance at her young charge who had been thoroughly engrossed in the story. Asha smiled and continued, “But the Master, powerful that he is, is not omniscient. He was betrayed by an Admiral of his, one of his own Pillars!” Cassius gasped in horror. “The Master’s campaign was halted and the betrayer founded the Resistance in the Outlands. The Outlands are a lawless place, ruled by barabarish warlords and filled with the scum of the earth. The Master continues his noble quest to destroy the Resistance even today. But fear not, the Master along with the rest of his Pillars will surely smash the Resistance!” Asha exclaimed before breaking the rather somber mood by suddenly tickling Cassius’ belly as they both play-wrestled on the ground.

“WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE MASTER IS GOING ON HERE!!!”

Both Asha and Cassius stopped their playful tickling and looked up to see an irate Cassandra White staring at the both of them in outrage.

“Cassius,” she said with barely controlled rage. “I have allowed this ill-fated relationship to continue for too long. Come,” she said, each word falling like a pronouncement of doom. Both Cassius and Asha silently rose to their feet and followed the mistress of the mansion.

Cassandra led them into one of the dungeons of the sprawling mansion before entering a locked room and motioning for the other two to enter. She closed the heavy metal door with a bang and locked it with a set of keys that she produced from a ring secured to her belt. Inside the room was a bed with silky black sheets with handcuffs and ropes protruding from the corners. Cassius suddenly realized what was about to happen.

“Mother. Please don’t torture Asha. She didn’t do anything wrong,” Cassius attempted to plead.

“Silence boy! Not only did you debase yourself by becoming overly familiar with this servant, but you have also broken the Golden Law by allowing yourself to be tickled by her. For this infraction, it is YOU that will be punished,” she stated in a cold and cruel voice. “You there, servant girl. Since you seem to presume yourself above my son’s station, YOU will administer his punishment. Secure him to the bed.”

Asha, tears falling freely, knew that her mistress would brook no argument and dragged an unbelieving Cassius to the bed and began to restrain his limbs by tying them spread eagled to the four corners of the bed. Cassius was snapped out of his shock and began pleading for his mother to show mercy. None was forthcoming, however, as the cruel Admiral simply stared at the struggles of her wayward son. The ensuing punishment was enough to sear both the lesson and the deep-rooted fear of his mother into Cassius’ memory. He would never again become close to the servants or those of lower rank. Asha would simply disappear and would never be seen again, while Cassius would never think to question just why his servant maid seemed so dangerously informed.

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**Present Time**
The object of Cassius’ fear had been divested of her clothing and was being tightly secured to a frightening-looking apparatus as the Master silently looked on. Upon leaving the Master’s opulent throne room, Admiral Cassandra White noticed that they were being flanked by two of the Shackles, the Master’s mysterious elite guards and personal servants. All anyone, including Cassandra herself, knows about the Shackles is that they are handpicked by the Master for their superior combat skill, sheer loyalty, and tickling skill. She had even heard a rumor that as part of the selection process, each candidate for the title of Shackle had to tickle torture a rebel prisoner into literal insanity. As her limbs were tightly secured, she couldn’t help the slight shiver of fear that ran through her exposed, naked body. She knew that her Master wouldn’t do anything permanent to his finest Admiral and simply wanted some distraction from the tedium of running an empire, but that thought did little to lessen her trepidation as the Shackles finished securing her and the Master motioned them for them to step away. One of the Shackled remained in the room, while the other left to presumably keep watch on the outside.

Cassandra had been made to kneel facing away from a metal slab that had been positioned vertically on top of a table with her feet slotted through holes at the bottom and then secured independently so she was leaned up against the metal slab. Her legs were secured to the slab with loops at the thighs and lower hip. Her arms had been tied at the wrists and elbows to protruding metal pieces that sloped slightly backwards so that she was forced to arch her back and expose her belly, ribs, and breasts. Finally, and perhaps rather unusually, her head had been restrained with a forehead strap so that even in the throes of the worst tickling, she wouldn’t even be able to move her head. She was well and truly immobilized. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the Master eyeing her. As she met his gaze, she recognized a hint of lust in his eyes as they roved over her completely exposed and immobile body. The Master was a very hard man to please, and she took pride in the fact that she was among the most beautiful people in the empire.

Cassandra gasped as the Master strode forward and cupped one hand over her breast while the other slowly, torturously made its way down to her clit. The Master was an incredibly attractive man, whose wide shoulders and well-muscled frame struck an imposing figure and before long, Cassandra was panting with pent-up desire. “Are you ready to receive your reward my Admiral?” he purred in his rich baritone.

The Admiral could do nothing but shudder with pleasure as her Master slowly began to pinch her nipple between his fingers while the other hand slowly rolled her clit between his thumb and forefinger. “My my, if only the other Pillars could see you now. High Admiral Cassandra White has been reduced to a whimpering wreck within seconds! Oh the embarrassment,” he teased as he continued to tease her.

“P-please master, please,” she begged, wishing for the torture to simultaneously stop and to never end. She moaned in disappointment as the Master suddenly ceased his efforts and broke out into an evil smile. “I think she’s warmed up now. Why don’t you help me out?” he said addressing the Shackle that stood silently flanking the Master. Cassandra’s eyes widened as the Shackle made his way behind her and took up a position between her feet. After being slotted through the holes in the vertical slab, her ankles and toes had been spread and secured individually to the table.

She clenched her teeth as the Shackle slowly and deliberately began to stroke her soles, though she began to giggle and laugh as he picked up the pace and raked his fingers across her exposed feet and legs. The Master simply watched with an appreciative smirk on his face as his Admiral attempted to buck in the tight bondage and only succeeded in making her full breasts bounce. No longer able to restrain himself, the Master brought his hands to either side of her exposed torso and began to slowly tickle up and down her sides eliciting more musical giggles from his plaything as he ran his fingers from her hips to just under her armpits.

Cassandra was thoroughly frustrated by her inability to move a single muscle and the cruel switch from pleasure to tickling that her Master had inflicted on her. Her giggles quickly escalated into a full-blown shriek of ticklish agony, however, when the Master suddenly started tickling her fully exposed ribs. He spread his long fingers along her ribs and just under her breasts and began to rapidly vibrate them, each movement sending another pulse of ticklish agony through the restrained Admiral.
Perfectly in sync, both the Admiral’s ministrations and those of the Shackle tormenting her feet slowed down as Cassandra was allowed to breath in between the occasional giggle as either of her ticklers grazed a particularly sensitive spot. The Master, however, had other plans for his tickle-toy. He once more began to tease her now dripping clit with his fingers as another hand brought a stiff feather to her nipples and alternated tickling them.

“You’re such a pretty little thing Cassandra. You like to act all tough in front of the forces, but we both know how you really are. You just love this feeling don’t you? Not being able to move and submitting your entire being to me,” he stated with a smirk as Cassandra shuddered in front of him.

“Y-yes m-master,” she whimpered. Between the Shackle’s light tickling and her Master’s expert torture, she was nearly overcome with desire. “P-please master. Please let me come. I’ll be a good girl for you,” she begged. She moaned and her breathing grew ragged as her Master sped up his teasing. “Y-Yes Master! I’m going to cum!!” she screamed, the pressure in her core growing inexorably. Suddenly, and without warning, the Master dropped the feather and plunged his hands into the pliant flesh of her quivering belly.

“OAHAHAHAHAHAH. NOOOOHOHOO!!!” Cassandra screamed, her orgasm now ruined. She tried her absolute hardest to thrash in her bonds in order to get herself off. Alas, she had been secured too tightly and could do nothing but endure the torture her Master intended for her. “Please Master! I’ll do anything!”

The Master simply chuckled at his slave’s desperation. “You will already do anything for me, Cassandra. The only thing you can offer me now is your suffering, which I will gladly take,” he gleefully stated as he started to tickle her inner thighs, frustratingly close to her dripping pussy. Soon enough, the Master once more began teasing her nipples with a feather, except this time, he used another feather to continuously stroke her clit. Soon enough, the Admiral was once more caught in the throes of another orgasm, the pleasure slowly building as the tickling and teasing brought her right to the brink. And just like that, her orgasm was cruelly interrupted by another bout of tickling, this time focused on her armpits. All the while, the Shackle never ceased his cruel torment of her poor feet, which had turned red from the array of brushes and feathers he had used.

This pattern repeated itself for another two hours as Admiral Cassandra was repeatedly brought to the absolute brink of orgasm before being cruelly interrupted. Everytime it seemed like she was about to pass out, the Master simply brought a container of smelling salts to her nose and she jolted back into wakefulness, ready to receive another round of cruel torture. Eventually, the Master signalled for the Shackle to cease his tickling. Cassandra was now entirely limp in her restraints, the tight bonds now the only things supporting her as she took deep ragged breaths. Her legs had been drenched in her own juices, though she had not once been allowed to orgasm.

“You have done well, my Admiral,” the Master said as he and the Shackle slowly undid her restraints. Her naked body was covered in a sheen of sweat as her once silky blonde hair appeared matted with sweat. The Master, now beyond arousal, simply removed his clothes and entered his willing slave right on the table, each pump of his manhood bringing a beautiful wave of pleasure to Cassandra. She came with a howl of pure ecstasy as her squirming brought the Master to a climax as well. The Master simply let her drift off to sleep with a smile on her face.

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That’s all for Part 2! It was a lot of fun to write. Please let me know what you think about the story so far and what you’d like to see next! Part 3 will likely include, Cassius’ introduction to tickling, events currently happening in the Outlands and throughout the rest of the Empire, and what the Master gets up to in his freetime.
 
Amazing! Keep it as naughty and evil as part 2! Great great setting and scenario! Endless possibilities for more! Keep it coming
 
Great Story-Line and great writing. Part 3 should be fun to read.
 
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