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Lily slowly descended the staircase into the basement. She still had her doubts about this whole night. She couldn't shake the notion that there was something sinister amiss. But, at the same time, she had no evidence of anything being wrong. It was just strange. It was just...
She lost her train of thought when she reached the basement. This was incredible! There were wax exhibits all around. One was a showdown in the wild west. The next was a 50's diner complete with Marilyn Monroe as the waitress. Each exhibit was painstakingly detailed right down to the glint in Marilyn's eyes.
“Oh my God!” She exclaimed.
“I'm glad you like them.” Reni stepped out from behind the staircase behind Lily.
“They're incredible.” Lily complimented. “Almost too good.”
“Really?” Reni twirled her blonde hair. Lily decided she had officially had enough.
“Okay, Reni, what the fuck is going on here?” She demanded.
“Whatever do you mean, Lily?” The blonde asked innocently.
“Look, bitch...” Lily's expression was dead serious. “One witch to another, I know magic when I see it.”
“BWAHAHAHAHA!” Reni cackled loudly. “You think I'm a witch? Oh, Honey... I am so much more than that. Lily stood in awe as the blonde morphed back into Renismelthin's true form. The demon stood nude and brushed her blue hair to the side. She spoke in her teenage girl voice. “I am not the one who conjures magic. I AM the magic.”
“Renismelthin.” Lily whispered to herself.
“Ya know, to be honest, I am a little surprised at you.” Renismelthin looked the witch over. “You have lived a long, long time... but never called upon me.”
“I don't need a demon's help.” Lily stated. Renismelthin ignored the comment.
“Surely you heard about me when you were a child, all of those centuries ago... back when magic was considered to be more... normal.”
“Every child has heard of the Tickle Monster.” Lily responded. A part of her was amazed and honored to be in this creature's presence. But she began to fear it's motives.
“Exactly!” Renismelthin moved towards Lily slowly. “Every little boy and girl is warned about me. But you never called on me. Not once. You. A witch... and a tickler... never asked me for help.” The demon was clearly a bit insulted.
“As I said, I don't need a demon's help.”
“But you conjure our magic all the same...” The beast reached Lily, stopping just a foot from her. “And now... here we finally are. Face to face...” A blue, forked tongue slithered as Renismelthin licked her lips. “I can't wait... to get you... in the stocks.”
“Why are you here?” Lily tried not to sound scared.
“I want you. You and the others. Especially your clown friend.”
“I don't understand. You want us. We're here.”
“And I want you all to stay with me!” Renismelthin explained. “Normally, demons can't capture souls unless they are virgins but, try finding fun virgins these days. They are all too busy with their silly card games and internet trolling. No, I will make due with what I have.”
“Well, you don't have us yet.”
“Not you or Jenni, but I do have the others. Come, let me show you.”
Renismelthin locked arms with the witch and led her, almost like a gentleman courting, down the walkway past the exhibits. They came up to one that had a number of models in schoolgirl outfits tickling a hysterical, naked young man on a desk. It was Andrew.
“Jesus...” Lily stared at the display. Though the effigy of Andrew was sporting an impressive boner and was receiving a footjob from a dark-haired beauty, the ticklers had his face frozen in a hysterical scream.
“Don't worry, dear. He likes it.” The demon assured her. They walked a bit further and Lily saw the next exhibit. It was the GAME OF SKILL room. Lori and Lana were still locked in the platforms and Jenni was teasing Lori's labia with a feather.
“It can't be. She wouldn't...”
“What? She wouldn't tickle two trapped young women. You don't know your friend too well.” Renismelthin mocked. “But no, she thought it was a game. She had no idea that I was using her... talents.” The demon unlocked arms with Lily and stepped aside. “But she will be mine soon. And so will you. You cum and you are mine, you see. And if I can throw in some tickling while I'm at it, that is just the icing on the cake.
“Why would an orgasm bind somebody to you?” Lily was confused.
“Because I am the demon of sensation, remember? And an orgasm is the highest form of physical pleasure that a human can endure. Tickling is merely an entertaining bi-product.”
“I want no part of this.” Lily turned and began to walk away.
“You have no choice, Dear. You can't leave. My magic is far too strong for you to exit this house.” the demon reminded Lily. The witch stopped, sighed, and turned back around.
“How do I fight you?” Lily knew there had to be a way to stop the monster from getting her way.
“You... want to fight me?” Renismelthin asked, sounding a little hurt. “But I can bring you pleasure... so much pleasure. Your body is a road map of ecstasy. You just need me to show you where the highways are.”
“If it means I become your slave... I will take my two fingers over your powers any day of the week, demon.” Lily stood firm against Renismelthin, whose expression turned from innocent... to menacing.
“Is that so? Well, I don't take no for an answer, my dear.” The naked demon placed her hands on her pink hips. “You want a fight? Fine. Let's fight. Tickler take all.”
Lily's black dress suddenly fell away from her as if it was made of sand, leaving her completely bare from head to toe. The chilly basement air instantly hardened her nipples.
“What's this?”
“A level playing field. I have no clothes. You have no clothes. No protection.” Renismelthin raised her hands to reveal that in each one, she was holding a two-foot long stiff feather. “Sword fight?” the demon asked as a feather appeared in each of Lily's hands as well.
“You're on!” Lily accepted as she took a fighting stance. Renismelthin did the same and eyed her opponent. The two exchanged looks, staring each other down for a few moments before Lily lunged. Renismelthin stepped aside though and managed to poke a feather underneath Lily's attacking arm.
“Hehehe...” Lily pulled her arm away, somewhat humiliated that the demon had elicited a giggle from her.
“Tender... how wonderful.” Renismelthin taunted.
“Fuck you.” Lily swung a feather towards the demon's belly. The demon blocked the attack and wiggled a feather towards Lily's belly in return. Lily jumped back in time but Renismelthin lept forward and performed a sneak attack, feathering the left side of Lily's neck. Lily snickered and scrunched her neck before batting the feather away.
“Goddamn it! Enough of this!” Lily dropped the feathers and pounced on the demon, tackling her to the floor and wiggling her fingers in the demon's ribs.
“Hahahahaha!” Renismelthin laughed. She wasn't immune to the sensations herself. But she had other tricks up her sleeves. She dropped the her feathers and reached up to let her fingers trace along Lily's neck some more since she now knew that area to be a liability for the witch. Lily scrunched her neck and giggled.
“Hehehhehehehheheehehehehehehehhe...” Lily's own tickling slowed. Renismelthin had the advantage. The demon's skin, as Claire and Kim had found out earlier, was enchanted. It was 3 times as soft as a normal woman's and therefore, felt extra tickly on bare skin.
“Aaww... Coochie coo, little witch.” Renismelthin cooed like a matron at Lily, who at this point actually resembled a child the way she was trying to trap the fingers with her jaw as she giggled. “There, there now. Who's a good girl?”
“No!” The witch broke free and fell back onto the floor, rapidly trying to scoot away from the demon.
“Yes!” Renismelthin stood and towered over her prey. “Nobody can resist my touch, child. The demon rushed at Lily with supernatural speed and lifted her off of the ground with superhuman strength.
“Let me go!” Lily shouted.
“Oh no, Lily.” The demon began stepping forward, carrying Lily with her. “You see, I have had fun playing with you, but it's your friend who I'm really interested in. And you have admittedly pissed me off a little bit. So I think a punishment is in order. And there is only one appropriate punishment for a witch...” The demon hurled Lily towards one of the exhibits (one which featured a set of stocks and a couple of robed figures) and Lily seemingly vanished into it. The demon smiled.
“Have fun, Lily.” She turned towards the staircase. “Now to find out what makes the clown laugh...”
Lily's eyes opened. She was locked, still nude, into the stocks from the wax exhibit. Her ankles were locked in front of her and her arms were pulled out to either side alike to a crucifixion pose. But she wasn't in the basement. She was in the exhibit itself! She looked around to see the massive castle courtroom around her. Tanned stone made up the entire structure with various pillars reaching up to the heavens. She looked before her to see a group of robed men sitting at a long table. The man in the center, the inquisitor, was looking down at a scroll.
“Do you wish to admit your guilt to the council?” The inquisitor asked. His eyes glanced up at Lily.
“What guilt? I don't understand.” She admitted.
“You are accused of witchcraft.” The inquisitor informed her. “Admit your sins and be put to death.” This guy was serious. And Lily knew that the penalty for witchcraft in those times was to be burned at the stake. Fuck that.
“I'm not a witch. I don't even belong here.” She said.
“Where do you belong, then?” He asked her. She couldn't tell him the truth. If she said she was from the future, he would probably escort her to the stake personally.
“There has been a mistake. I am not a witch.” She repeated.
The men all whispered and mumbled to each other for a moment. They all then went quiet and the inquisitor once again faced Lily.
“We don't believe you. But, we need your confession. Brother William!” He called out. A robed, hooded figure stepped out from behind one of the pillars and approached Lily. This guy is huge, Lily thought. Indeed this Brother William had to be 7 or 8 feet tall. He stepped behind the stocks, out of Lily's sight. “Brother William, you may begin. Remember, the sins of the witch lie within her skin and make her flesh weak.” The inquisitor instructed. Lily soon felt strong, manly fingers wiggling gently under her arms.
“Hehehhehehehhehehheehehhehehehehe...” She giggled as the hooded behemoth tickled her underarms.
“If the torture is too much for her to bear, we will know for sure that she is a witch.” The inquisitor announced. Brother William began drawing figure eights in the hollows, siphoning more giggles from the raven haired beauty. This man was a skilled tickler. She tried to will him to stop, but then realized that even if she could stop laughing long enough to utter a spell, it probably wouldn't work in this fantasy world that she was trapped in. William now scratched with thin nails at the center of the pits. Lily had shaved her underarms the night before, but now there was just a hint of a stubble in those sweaty centers, and they tickled like Hell.
“Hehehhehehehehehhehehehehehheheheehhehehe hahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahhahhahahaha!”
“William...” The inquisitor demanded the giant's attention. “Perhaps a more... indecent area will prove to be susceptible.” The man's fingers made their way to the sides of Lily's breasts. The dug in and wiggled between the breasts and the ribs.
“NOOO HahahahhahahHHAHAHhahHAhHAhHAHAHhAHHAHhHAHHAHA!” Lily's face began to redden as the men at the table murmured their approval. Lily felt humiliated as the man's large hands began to bicycle underneath her breasts, tormenting that terribly ticklish spot that every girl has where her bra strap normally lies.
“STOOOHHOOHHOHOOHPPP!!!”
“You must confess!” The inquisitor reminded the hysterical woman. William's hands moved down to her sides causing her to squirm from side to side as the fingers ran up and down from her waist, up her ribs, and into her armpits, wiggling a little before traveling back down.
“NEEHEhehHEhEHHEHEHEvvvvRER! I'm NOHHOhohohhoht a WIHIHIHHIihHIhiihihtch!”
The man to the immediate right of the inquisitor leaned in and whispered something into the inquisitor's ear. The inquisitor took another look at Lily.
“This court must adjourn for the time being. Brother William, you must continue the torture. If she breaks, you come and find me in my quarters.” The men at the table all stood up and left the room.
Brother William stopped tickling the pale girl. She panted and tried to collect herself as he walked around the stocks and stood in front of her. He lifted his hands, pulled down his hood, and let his robe slide off of him, leaving him fully nude. Lily could only wince the sweat from her eyes. This man was perfect. His handsome, chiseled face and fine brown hair were only the beginning. His massive figure was perfectly toned and muscular. His erection was a beacon, pointing to the sky. His skin was tanned and firm. His giant manhood made Lily weak at the knees even though she was currently seated.
“You have very lovely skin.” He complimented her.
“Listen.” Lily replied. “Let me go. Please. This isn't real. None of it. I have to find a way to get back to help my friend.”
“Who is this friend?” William knelt down by Lily's bare feet.
“She's a clown. She...” Lily noticed William's confused expression. “I mean... uh... a jester. She's a jester.” Lily chose her words carefully, hoping William would understand.
“I can't let you leave this room.” William told her as he looked at her soles admiringly. “Your feet look so soft.”
“William, no! Please let me go! You don't understand what is going o-oohhohhhohhohhoohohohohohohohohhhnnn...” William had gotten a firm grasp on both feet and was using the pads of his thumbs to circle about the arches and insteps. Lily giggled softly as she was unable to keep a straight face while he touched her so.
“All you have to do is confess and I will stop.” He told her.
“I cahahahahhahahhahan't. They'll kill mehehehehhehehehehhehehe.”
“They'll what?” William immediately let go of her, wearing a shocked look on his face.
“Those men...” Lily tried to explain. “They burn witches.”
“You will not be burned.” William rose to his feet. Lily wasn't sure what to think. Did this man really not know what was going on or that his council meant her harm? Could she use this man to escape?
“Did you not know?” She asked.
“I did not. But I will not let them do any harm to you. You are... too beautiful.” He told the pale, bound girl. He was attracted to her. Lily gazed at the enormous tower that was his erect penis. He clearly was aroused by tickling her.
“You like touching me, don't you William?” She asked with a coy smile.
“Yes, my lady.” he said.
“Then why have you stopped?” Her smile widened. He gawked at her, struggling to speak.
“You mean... you...”
“I want your hands on me, William. I can't stop you.” She tempted the Herculean man. He walked back over to her upperbody and placed his hands on her breasts. He massaged them reverently, toying with her nipples and teasing them with gentle tugs. “More, William! More...” She pleaded as she felt herself begin to dampen between her legs. He began to trace circles around the nipples, making her giggle again.
“William! That tickles me.” She looked into his eyes, tittering sweetly. He was completely bewitched by her. She had him right where she wanted him. “You better not let me go, William.”
“Why is that?”
“Because...” She gave him a naughty look. “If I get free, I'm gonna tickle YOU!” She warned. He stopped tickling her breasts and inched back a little.
“Uh oh. Are you scared?” She teased.
“I... I've never been tickled before.” He admitted.
“Oh, really?”
“Since birth, I have been conditioned to serve the council.” Lily realized that William had not had a traditional upbringing. It was actually very possible that he really had never been tickled by anybody. It was also possible that he was a virgin.
“Well, then you better hope I don't get free. I don't think you could take it.” She was working him at this point. He would never be able to stop from accepting such a challenge. He was not only a man, and thus, a slave to his ego, but he was an enormous, musclebound man. The thought of being ticklish has most likely never even entered his mind.
“Is that so?” He cocked an eyebrow.
“You bet it is.” She taunted. “If it was you locked in this thing, I would tickle you till you couldn't stand it. Everyone knows boys are more ticklish than girls.”
A scowl came upon William's face.
“Well see about that!” He unlocked Lily's wrists and ankles with furious speed. She stepped up from her seat and beckoned him to enter the stocks himself. He hesitated.
“Ha! I knew it. You're afraid of me.” Lily loved reverse psychology. She had seen Jenni use this method several times in order to make her the hunter instead of the hunted. William huffed and sat in the stocks. Lily could sense that he was extremely nervous inside despite his macho demeanor that was little more than a front at this point. She walked over to his left side, lifting and guiding his arm into the cuff before fastening it tightly. She then walked over to his right side and fastened the other wrist. “Look at Mister Tough Guy over here.” She spoke. “I wonder how tough he really is.” She walked over to his ankles and locked them in place. He couldn't get free.
Right now, at this point, she could escape. She could run to her friend. But this was personal now. She couldn't let this man go untouched. Knowing that he was fresh meat and looking at his burly, athletic body... she couldn't resist. Tickle lust filled her veins as if she was a blood starved vampire.
“Let's see if I can make ya laugh, Mister Tough Guy.” Lily smirked.
“I have endured far worse than what you can do to me, young wo...” His commanding voice suddenly didn't sound so certain when he felt a finger quickly run up his bare right sole, from the heel stopping just under the toes. “You can't break m...” He was interrupted again when the stroke was reversed down the center of his twitching foot. Lily grinned. He was ticklish alright. “What is that?” He asked with a hint of panic in his voice.
“That, my good sir, is a tickle.” Lily told him as she ran the finger up his foot again, more slowly this time, and pressing her nail in just a little. He tried fruitlessly to pull his foot back and she knew she had him. She added her other nails and began randomly scraping and scratching the naked soles in front of her.
William's changing expression was a wonder to behold. First, there was a smile that he fought bravely against but which soon covered his face. Then, there was a quiet chuckle through clenched teeth. Then, a groan of discomfort. Then another chuckle. Then he lost it.
“Hehehehehehehehhehehe stop thahahaht!” He commanded. She tickled his feet a little longer, relishing his laughter, and then stopped.
“Ha ha.” She looked up at him. “That was fun, but you couldn't take it. I told you.”
William's face began to burn with humiliation and anger.
“Yes I can!” He insisted.
“I dunno.” She stood up. “I think Mister Tough Guy is just a ticklish boy.”
“Try me, witch!” He raised his voice. She just shrugged.
“If you say so.” She walked up behind the stocks and reached her hands around, placing her nails in the center of his toned tummy. She then slowly dragged them out towards his sides. All ten of them.
“Gah! Ahaha No! I won't Lahaugh!” He struggled in his confinement as the nails repeated the journey back inward. She leaned in to whisper into his ears.
“Oh yes you will, boy.” She guaranteed. “You will laugh. You will laugh because you are ticklish... and because I am tickling you. And I'm not going to stop. Not until I have tickled every last inch of your naked body.” Her threats made him shudder as much as her nails did. She brought those soft, pointy weapons to his chest. She traced his nipples and near his ribs, never once lifting the nails from his body. He shivered and chuckled quietly through those clenched teeth of his, trying so hard to take the compelling sensations that flooded his body. His penis rose again when she teased his nipples and she chuckled seductively in his ear as she watched it grow, letting her breath tickle his ear.
“Hehehehehehhe...” He started giggling again. She chuckled in his ear again and sighed.
“Oh, yes... you are all mine.” The sultry witch decided to focus on those nipples, running her nails daintily over them repeatedly in a zig zag motion. His cock was soon throbbing and goosebumps soon covered almost his entire massive form. Lily prided herself. She had complete control over this otherwise physically superior being. And all it took was a light, friendly touch to render him utterly powerless.
“Tickle tickle, Mister Tough Guy.” She moved out from behind him and sat on his lap, straddling the muscular Adonis. “How long can the little boy take the tickles?” She brought her nails back to his chest, teasing the nipples again as he snickered. And then, with a sly smile, she drew those nails back down to his tummy, careful not to touch his erection.
“Hehehhehehehehhehehehehehehehehehehhehhehe...”
“What's the point of staying so fit if it won't protect you from little old me?” Her verbal teasing was relentless. Her nails trailed over the tummy, tracing the lines that made up his well-toned abdomen with a touch that only an experienced tickler could maintain. That only a woman could maintain.
“It tihihiihhiihhiihckles...”
“I know it.” She beamed. She scooted back away from him just a couple more inches and spidered those nails on the tops of his thighs. This didn't seem to tickle him too bad, but it did make him squirm.
“Oh my...” She gasped faintly and whispered huskily, “William, what a big boy you are!” William moaned as she ran her fingernails up his thighs, stopping just before his penis, and running them back down. This caused his penis to twitch every time the nails got close. This greatly amused the witch. “Watch, William. He knows I'm coming for him. He's shy.” William blushed as red as a fire truck as he watched his body betray him in such a humbling way. “But I'll get him, William. Oh yes...” She purred, “I'll get him good.”
He looked on with wild eyes as she licked each of her index fingers, coating each of them with a generous amount of saliva. She then placed both of them at the base of the penis, one on the underside where it met the balls and one on the top.
“And here we go...” She ran them both upwards lightly, the wet fingertips leaving a slick path where they passed. It also tickled like crazy. Especially when it passed the underside just beneath the head.
“Hahahahahhahahahhahahah hhehehehehehehhehehehe”
“Hehehehe” Lily giggled with him, making sure to tease the spots that made the penis jump and dance. “Such a large cock brings so much skin to tickle.” She pointed out. She stopped to add more saliva to her fingers. She then grabbed the penis and wiggled her slippery fingertip against that ticklish spot on the underside.
“HehehehEHHEhEHHEhEhHEhHEhHHEhEHHEhEHheHeHheHE!”
“Oh no. Where ya gonna go? Whatcha gonna do?” She teased in a high pitched voice as he let the laughter flow out of him. She brought her oily touch to his ballsack and trailed crooked fingers around the base of the scrotum and traced the seam from top to bottom, occasionally even giving his anus a tickle. This made William laugh harder than he thought he could.
“Awwwww poor baby... gitchy gitchy...” She tickled and tickled the balls till William looked like he might pass out.
“STOOOOHHOHOHOHOOHHHOOHOHP YOU WIHIHHIIHIHIHIHIHIHIHNNN!” He screamed. She laughed triumphantly and stopped tickling.
“Told ya!” She taunted. She noticed that she was awfully turned on herself at this point. This reminded her of what Renismelthin told her. She needed Lily to orgasm to bind her. Perhaps if she could make William climax, the illusion would collapse and she could warn Jenni. Lord knows William was pretty close already. She was shivering and shaking even though she had ceased her actions. Sweat covered his face and his chest was properly flushed. It wouldn't take much from her to finish him.
“Oh, William...” She intoned. He looked up into her eyes. “I'm not done with you yet, Mister.” Her eyes were full of mischief as she scooted forward and spit into her hand. She then rubbed the liquid on the front of her tummy and scooted forward, pressing her pussy and tummy against the erection. She started to hum pleasantly as she rocked from side to side, letting her slick belly pleasure that all too vulnerable member. As William gasped, Lily wrapped her arms around him and held him. She continued to rock and sway and roll her belly, his precum and the saliva mixed together, oiling his penis as she pressed her breasts against him. He was moaning and sighing. His cock was aching. She put her head on his shoulder and whispered in his ear. “It's tickle time for little William.” She teased as her fingers lightly taped and fluttered at his ribs.
“Hehehehhehehehehehhehehehehehehe...”
“That's right...” It was time to end this, she thought, She let a bit more saliva fall into her cleavage and lowered her breasts, trapping him between them and giving him a slow titjob as her fingers now poked and twirled under his arms. “Tickle tickle, Mister Tough Guy, tickle tickle...”
The giant spasmed hard enough that he almost broke the stocks as his cum flew into the air. She stooped tickling when he came. Instead she just held him and coaxed him as his massive body shook violently. He soon settled down and within moments, fell into a deep sleep. Lily looked around as the walls and scenery changed completely. Before she knew it, she was back in the basement of the Funhouse.
“Ha! I beat you, demon!” She cheered and ran for the stairs. Perhaps there was still time to save Jenni and the others...
She lost her train of thought when she reached the basement. This was incredible! There were wax exhibits all around. One was a showdown in the wild west. The next was a 50's diner complete with Marilyn Monroe as the waitress. Each exhibit was painstakingly detailed right down to the glint in Marilyn's eyes.
“Oh my God!” She exclaimed.
“I'm glad you like them.” Reni stepped out from behind the staircase behind Lily.
“They're incredible.” Lily complimented. “Almost too good.”
“Really?” Reni twirled her blonde hair. Lily decided she had officially had enough.
“Okay, Reni, what the fuck is going on here?” She demanded.
“Whatever do you mean, Lily?” The blonde asked innocently.
“Look, bitch...” Lily's expression was dead serious. “One witch to another, I know magic when I see it.”
“BWAHAHAHAHA!” Reni cackled loudly. “You think I'm a witch? Oh, Honey... I am so much more than that. Lily stood in awe as the blonde morphed back into Renismelthin's true form. The demon stood nude and brushed her blue hair to the side. She spoke in her teenage girl voice. “I am not the one who conjures magic. I AM the magic.”
“Renismelthin.” Lily whispered to herself.
“Ya know, to be honest, I am a little surprised at you.” Renismelthin looked the witch over. “You have lived a long, long time... but never called upon me.”
“I don't need a demon's help.” Lily stated. Renismelthin ignored the comment.
“Surely you heard about me when you were a child, all of those centuries ago... back when magic was considered to be more... normal.”
“Every child has heard of the Tickle Monster.” Lily responded. A part of her was amazed and honored to be in this creature's presence. But she began to fear it's motives.
“Exactly!” Renismelthin moved towards Lily slowly. “Every little boy and girl is warned about me. But you never called on me. Not once. You. A witch... and a tickler... never asked me for help.” The demon was clearly a bit insulted.
“As I said, I don't need a demon's help.”
“But you conjure our magic all the same...” The beast reached Lily, stopping just a foot from her. “And now... here we finally are. Face to face...” A blue, forked tongue slithered as Renismelthin licked her lips. “I can't wait... to get you... in the stocks.”
“Why are you here?” Lily tried not to sound scared.
“I want you. You and the others. Especially your clown friend.”
“I don't understand. You want us. We're here.”
“And I want you all to stay with me!” Renismelthin explained. “Normally, demons can't capture souls unless they are virgins but, try finding fun virgins these days. They are all too busy with their silly card games and internet trolling. No, I will make due with what I have.”
“Well, you don't have us yet.”
“Not you or Jenni, but I do have the others. Come, let me show you.”
Renismelthin locked arms with the witch and led her, almost like a gentleman courting, down the walkway past the exhibits. They came up to one that had a number of models in schoolgirl outfits tickling a hysterical, naked young man on a desk. It was Andrew.
“Jesus...” Lily stared at the display. Though the effigy of Andrew was sporting an impressive boner and was receiving a footjob from a dark-haired beauty, the ticklers had his face frozen in a hysterical scream.
“Don't worry, dear. He likes it.” The demon assured her. They walked a bit further and Lily saw the next exhibit. It was the GAME OF SKILL room. Lori and Lana were still locked in the platforms and Jenni was teasing Lori's labia with a feather.
“It can't be. She wouldn't...”
“What? She wouldn't tickle two trapped young women. You don't know your friend too well.” Renismelthin mocked. “But no, she thought it was a game. She had no idea that I was using her... talents.” The demon unlocked arms with Lily and stepped aside. “But she will be mine soon. And so will you. You cum and you are mine, you see. And if I can throw in some tickling while I'm at it, that is just the icing on the cake.
“Why would an orgasm bind somebody to you?” Lily was confused.
“Because I am the demon of sensation, remember? And an orgasm is the highest form of physical pleasure that a human can endure. Tickling is merely an entertaining bi-product.”
“I want no part of this.” Lily turned and began to walk away.
“You have no choice, Dear. You can't leave. My magic is far too strong for you to exit this house.” the demon reminded Lily. The witch stopped, sighed, and turned back around.
“How do I fight you?” Lily knew there had to be a way to stop the monster from getting her way.
“You... want to fight me?” Renismelthin asked, sounding a little hurt. “But I can bring you pleasure... so much pleasure. Your body is a road map of ecstasy. You just need me to show you where the highways are.”
“If it means I become your slave... I will take my two fingers over your powers any day of the week, demon.” Lily stood firm against Renismelthin, whose expression turned from innocent... to menacing.
“Is that so? Well, I don't take no for an answer, my dear.” The naked demon placed her hands on her pink hips. “You want a fight? Fine. Let's fight. Tickler take all.”
Lily's black dress suddenly fell away from her as if it was made of sand, leaving her completely bare from head to toe. The chilly basement air instantly hardened her nipples.
“What's this?”
“A level playing field. I have no clothes. You have no clothes. No protection.” Renismelthin raised her hands to reveal that in each one, she was holding a two-foot long stiff feather. “Sword fight?” the demon asked as a feather appeared in each of Lily's hands as well.
“You're on!” Lily accepted as she took a fighting stance. Renismelthin did the same and eyed her opponent. The two exchanged looks, staring each other down for a few moments before Lily lunged. Renismelthin stepped aside though and managed to poke a feather underneath Lily's attacking arm.
“Hehehe...” Lily pulled her arm away, somewhat humiliated that the demon had elicited a giggle from her.
“Tender... how wonderful.” Renismelthin taunted.
“Fuck you.” Lily swung a feather towards the demon's belly. The demon blocked the attack and wiggled a feather towards Lily's belly in return. Lily jumped back in time but Renismelthin lept forward and performed a sneak attack, feathering the left side of Lily's neck. Lily snickered and scrunched her neck before batting the feather away.
“Goddamn it! Enough of this!” Lily dropped the feathers and pounced on the demon, tackling her to the floor and wiggling her fingers in the demon's ribs.
“Hahahahaha!” Renismelthin laughed. She wasn't immune to the sensations herself. But she had other tricks up her sleeves. She dropped the her feathers and reached up to let her fingers trace along Lily's neck some more since she now knew that area to be a liability for the witch. Lily scrunched her neck and giggled.
“Hehehhehehehheheehehehehehehehhe...” Lily's own tickling slowed. Renismelthin had the advantage. The demon's skin, as Claire and Kim had found out earlier, was enchanted. It was 3 times as soft as a normal woman's and therefore, felt extra tickly on bare skin.
“Aaww... Coochie coo, little witch.” Renismelthin cooed like a matron at Lily, who at this point actually resembled a child the way she was trying to trap the fingers with her jaw as she giggled. “There, there now. Who's a good girl?”
“No!” The witch broke free and fell back onto the floor, rapidly trying to scoot away from the demon.
“Yes!” Renismelthin stood and towered over her prey. “Nobody can resist my touch, child. The demon rushed at Lily with supernatural speed and lifted her off of the ground with superhuman strength.
“Let me go!” Lily shouted.
“Oh no, Lily.” The demon began stepping forward, carrying Lily with her. “You see, I have had fun playing with you, but it's your friend who I'm really interested in. And you have admittedly pissed me off a little bit. So I think a punishment is in order. And there is only one appropriate punishment for a witch...” The demon hurled Lily towards one of the exhibits (one which featured a set of stocks and a couple of robed figures) and Lily seemingly vanished into it. The demon smiled.
“Have fun, Lily.” She turned towards the staircase. “Now to find out what makes the clown laugh...”
Lily's eyes opened. She was locked, still nude, into the stocks from the wax exhibit. Her ankles were locked in front of her and her arms were pulled out to either side alike to a crucifixion pose. But she wasn't in the basement. She was in the exhibit itself! She looked around to see the massive castle courtroom around her. Tanned stone made up the entire structure with various pillars reaching up to the heavens. She looked before her to see a group of robed men sitting at a long table. The man in the center, the inquisitor, was looking down at a scroll.
“Do you wish to admit your guilt to the council?” The inquisitor asked. His eyes glanced up at Lily.
“What guilt? I don't understand.” She admitted.
“You are accused of witchcraft.” The inquisitor informed her. “Admit your sins and be put to death.” This guy was serious. And Lily knew that the penalty for witchcraft in those times was to be burned at the stake. Fuck that.
“I'm not a witch. I don't even belong here.” She said.
“Where do you belong, then?” He asked her. She couldn't tell him the truth. If she said she was from the future, he would probably escort her to the stake personally.
“There has been a mistake. I am not a witch.” She repeated.
The men all whispered and mumbled to each other for a moment. They all then went quiet and the inquisitor once again faced Lily.
“We don't believe you. But, we need your confession. Brother William!” He called out. A robed, hooded figure stepped out from behind one of the pillars and approached Lily. This guy is huge, Lily thought. Indeed this Brother William had to be 7 or 8 feet tall. He stepped behind the stocks, out of Lily's sight. “Brother William, you may begin. Remember, the sins of the witch lie within her skin and make her flesh weak.” The inquisitor instructed. Lily soon felt strong, manly fingers wiggling gently under her arms.
“Hehehhehehehhehehheehehhehehehehe...” She giggled as the hooded behemoth tickled her underarms.
“If the torture is too much for her to bear, we will know for sure that she is a witch.” The inquisitor announced. Brother William began drawing figure eights in the hollows, siphoning more giggles from the raven haired beauty. This man was a skilled tickler. She tried to will him to stop, but then realized that even if she could stop laughing long enough to utter a spell, it probably wouldn't work in this fantasy world that she was trapped in. William now scratched with thin nails at the center of the pits. Lily had shaved her underarms the night before, but now there was just a hint of a stubble in those sweaty centers, and they tickled like Hell.
“Hehehhehehehehehhehehehehehheheheehhehehe hahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahhahhahahaha!”
“William...” The inquisitor demanded the giant's attention. “Perhaps a more... indecent area will prove to be susceptible.” The man's fingers made their way to the sides of Lily's breasts. The dug in and wiggled between the breasts and the ribs.
“NOOO HahahahhahahHHAHAHhahHAhHAhHAHAHhAHHAHhHAHHAHA!” Lily's face began to redden as the men at the table murmured their approval. Lily felt humiliated as the man's large hands began to bicycle underneath her breasts, tormenting that terribly ticklish spot that every girl has where her bra strap normally lies.
“STOOOHHOOHHOHOOHPPP!!!”
“You must confess!” The inquisitor reminded the hysterical woman. William's hands moved down to her sides causing her to squirm from side to side as the fingers ran up and down from her waist, up her ribs, and into her armpits, wiggling a little before traveling back down.
“NEEHEhehHEhEHHEHEHEvvvvRER! I'm NOHHOhohohhoht a WIHIHIHHIihHIhiihihtch!”
The man to the immediate right of the inquisitor leaned in and whispered something into the inquisitor's ear. The inquisitor took another look at Lily.
“This court must adjourn for the time being. Brother William, you must continue the torture. If she breaks, you come and find me in my quarters.” The men at the table all stood up and left the room.
Brother William stopped tickling the pale girl. She panted and tried to collect herself as he walked around the stocks and stood in front of her. He lifted his hands, pulled down his hood, and let his robe slide off of him, leaving him fully nude. Lily could only wince the sweat from her eyes. This man was perfect. His handsome, chiseled face and fine brown hair were only the beginning. His massive figure was perfectly toned and muscular. His erection was a beacon, pointing to the sky. His skin was tanned and firm. His giant manhood made Lily weak at the knees even though she was currently seated.
“You have very lovely skin.” He complimented her.
“Listen.” Lily replied. “Let me go. Please. This isn't real. None of it. I have to find a way to get back to help my friend.”
“Who is this friend?” William knelt down by Lily's bare feet.
“She's a clown. She...” Lily noticed William's confused expression. “I mean... uh... a jester. She's a jester.” Lily chose her words carefully, hoping William would understand.
“I can't let you leave this room.” William told her as he looked at her soles admiringly. “Your feet look so soft.”
“William, no! Please let me go! You don't understand what is going o-oohhohhhohhohhoohohohohohohohohhhnnn...” William had gotten a firm grasp on both feet and was using the pads of his thumbs to circle about the arches and insteps. Lily giggled softly as she was unable to keep a straight face while he touched her so.
“All you have to do is confess and I will stop.” He told her.
“I cahahahahhahahhahan't. They'll kill mehehehehhehehehehhehehe.”
“They'll what?” William immediately let go of her, wearing a shocked look on his face.
“Those men...” Lily tried to explain. “They burn witches.”
“You will not be burned.” William rose to his feet. Lily wasn't sure what to think. Did this man really not know what was going on or that his council meant her harm? Could she use this man to escape?
“Did you not know?” She asked.
“I did not. But I will not let them do any harm to you. You are... too beautiful.” He told the pale, bound girl. He was attracted to her. Lily gazed at the enormous tower that was his erect penis. He clearly was aroused by tickling her.
“You like touching me, don't you William?” She asked with a coy smile.
“Yes, my lady.” he said.
“Then why have you stopped?” Her smile widened. He gawked at her, struggling to speak.
“You mean... you...”
“I want your hands on me, William. I can't stop you.” She tempted the Herculean man. He walked back over to her upperbody and placed his hands on her breasts. He massaged them reverently, toying with her nipples and teasing them with gentle tugs. “More, William! More...” She pleaded as she felt herself begin to dampen between her legs. He began to trace circles around the nipples, making her giggle again.
“William! That tickles me.” She looked into his eyes, tittering sweetly. He was completely bewitched by her. She had him right where she wanted him. “You better not let me go, William.”
“Why is that?”
“Because...” She gave him a naughty look. “If I get free, I'm gonna tickle YOU!” She warned. He stopped tickling her breasts and inched back a little.
“Uh oh. Are you scared?” She teased.
“I... I've never been tickled before.” He admitted.
“Oh, really?”
“Since birth, I have been conditioned to serve the council.” Lily realized that William had not had a traditional upbringing. It was actually very possible that he really had never been tickled by anybody. It was also possible that he was a virgin.
“Well, then you better hope I don't get free. I don't think you could take it.” She was working him at this point. He would never be able to stop from accepting such a challenge. He was not only a man, and thus, a slave to his ego, but he was an enormous, musclebound man. The thought of being ticklish has most likely never even entered his mind.
“Is that so?” He cocked an eyebrow.
“You bet it is.” She taunted. “If it was you locked in this thing, I would tickle you till you couldn't stand it. Everyone knows boys are more ticklish than girls.”
A scowl came upon William's face.
“Well see about that!” He unlocked Lily's wrists and ankles with furious speed. She stepped up from her seat and beckoned him to enter the stocks himself. He hesitated.
“Ha! I knew it. You're afraid of me.” Lily loved reverse psychology. She had seen Jenni use this method several times in order to make her the hunter instead of the hunted. William huffed and sat in the stocks. Lily could sense that he was extremely nervous inside despite his macho demeanor that was little more than a front at this point. She walked over to his left side, lifting and guiding his arm into the cuff before fastening it tightly. She then walked over to his right side and fastened the other wrist. “Look at Mister Tough Guy over here.” She spoke. “I wonder how tough he really is.” She walked over to his ankles and locked them in place. He couldn't get free.
Right now, at this point, she could escape. She could run to her friend. But this was personal now. She couldn't let this man go untouched. Knowing that he was fresh meat and looking at his burly, athletic body... she couldn't resist. Tickle lust filled her veins as if she was a blood starved vampire.
“Let's see if I can make ya laugh, Mister Tough Guy.” Lily smirked.
“I have endured far worse than what you can do to me, young wo...” His commanding voice suddenly didn't sound so certain when he felt a finger quickly run up his bare right sole, from the heel stopping just under the toes. “You can't break m...” He was interrupted again when the stroke was reversed down the center of his twitching foot. Lily grinned. He was ticklish alright. “What is that?” He asked with a hint of panic in his voice.
“That, my good sir, is a tickle.” Lily told him as she ran the finger up his foot again, more slowly this time, and pressing her nail in just a little. He tried fruitlessly to pull his foot back and she knew she had him. She added her other nails and began randomly scraping and scratching the naked soles in front of her.
William's changing expression was a wonder to behold. First, there was a smile that he fought bravely against but which soon covered his face. Then, there was a quiet chuckle through clenched teeth. Then, a groan of discomfort. Then another chuckle. Then he lost it.
“Hehehehehehehehhehehe stop thahahaht!” He commanded. She tickled his feet a little longer, relishing his laughter, and then stopped.
“Ha ha.” She looked up at him. “That was fun, but you couldn't take it. I told you.”
William's face began to burn with humiliation and anger.
“Yes I can!” He insisted.
“I dunno.” She stood up. “I think Mister Tough Guy is just a ticklish boy.”
“Try me, witch!” He raised his voice. She just shrugged.
“If you say so.” She walked up behind the stocks and reached her hands around, placing her nails in the center of his toned tummy. She then slowly dragged them out towards his sides. All ten of them.
“Gah! Ahaha No! I won't Lahaugh!” He struggled in his confinement as the nails repeated the journey back inward. She leaned in to whisper into his ears.
“Oh yes you will, boy.” She guaranteed. “You will laugh. You will laugh because you are ticklish... and because I am tickling you. And I'm not going to stop. Not until I have tickled every last inch of your naked body.” Her threats made him shudder as much as her nails did. She brought those soft, pointy weapons to his chest. She traced his nipples and near his ribs, never once lifting the nails from his body. He shivered and chuckled quietly through those clenched teeth of his, trying so hard to take the compelling sensations that flooded his body. His penis rose again when she teased his nipples and she chuckled seductively in his ear as she watched it grow, letting her breath tickle his ear.
“Hehehehehehhe...” He started giggling again. She chuckled in his ear again and sighed.
“Oh, yes... you are all mine.” The sultry witch decided to focus on those nipples, running her nails daintily over them repeatedly in a zig zag motion. His cock was soon throbbing and goosebumps soon covered almost his entire massive form. Lily prided herself. She had complete control over this otherwise physically superior being. And all it took was a light, friendly touch to render him utterly powerless.
“Tickle tickle, Mister Tough Guy.” She moved out from behind him and sat on his lap, straddling the muscular Adonis. “How long can the little boy take the tickles?” She brought her nails back to his chest, teasing the nipples again as he snickered. And then, with a sly smile, she drew those nails back down to his tummy, careful not to touch his erection.
“Hehehhehehehehhehehehehehehehehehehhehhehe...”
“What's the point of staying so fit if it won't protect you from little old me?” Her verbal teasing was relentless. Her nails trailed over the tummy, tracing the lines that made up his well-toned abdomen with a touch that only an experienced tickler could maintain. That only a woman could maintain.
“It tihihiihhiihhiihckles...”
“I know it.” She beamed. She scooted back away from him just a couple more inches and spidered those nails on the tops of his thighs. This didn't seem to tickle him too bad, but it did make him squirm.
“Oh my...” She gasped faintly and whispered huskily, “William, what a big boy you are!” William moaned as she ran her fingernails up his thighs, stopping just before his penis, and running them back down. This caused his penis to twitch every time the nails got close. This greatly amused the witch. “Watch, William. He knows I'm coming for him. He's shy.” William blushed as red as a fire truck as he watched his body betray him in such a humbling way. “But I'll get him, William. Oh yes...” She purred, “I'll get him good.”
He looked on with wild eyes as she licked each of her index fingers, coating each of them with a generous amount of saliva. She then placed both of them at the base of the penis, one on the underside where it met the balls and one on the top.
“And here we go...” She ran them both upwards lightly, the wet fingertips leaving a slick path where they passed. It also tickled like crazy. Especially when it passed the underside just beneath the head.
“Hahahahahhahahahhahahah hhehehehehehehhehehehe”
“Hehehehe” Lily giggled with him, making sure to tease the spots that made the penis jump and dance. “Such a large cock brings so much skin to tickle.” She pointed out. She stopped to add more saliva to her fingers. She then grabbed the penis and wiggled her slippery fingertip against that ticklish spot on the underside.
“HehehehEHHEhEHHEhEhHEhHEhHHEhEHHEhEHheHeHheHE!”
“Oh no. Where ya gonna go? Whatcha gonna do?” She teased in a high pitched voice as he let the laughter flow out of him. She brought her oily touch to his ballsack and trailed crooked fingers around the base of the scrotum and traced the seam from top to bottom, occasionally even giving his anus a tickle. This made William laugh harder than he thought he could.
“Awwwww poor baby... gitchy gitchy...” She tickled and tickled the balls till William looked like he might pass out.
“STOOOOHHOHOHOHOOHHHOOHOHP YOU WIHIHHIIHIHIHIHIHIHIHNNN!” He screamed. She laughed triumphantly and stopped tickling.
“Told ya!” She taunted. She noticed that she was awfully turned on herself at this point. This reminded her of what Renismelthin told her. She needed Lily to orgasm to bind her. Perhaps if she could make William climax, the illusion would collapse and she could warn Jenni. Lord knows William was pretty close already. She was shivering and shaking even though she had ceased her actions. Sweat covered his face and his chest was properly flushed. It wouldn't take much from her to finish him.
“Oh, William...” She intoned. He looked up into her eyes. “I'm not done with you yet, Mister.” Her eyes were full of mischief as she scooted forward and spit into her hand. She then rubbed the liquid on the front of her tummy and scooted forward, pressing her pussy and tummy against the erection. She started to hum pleasantly as she rocked from side to side, letting her slick belly pleasure that all too vulnerable member. As William gasped, Lily wrapped her arms around him and held him. She continued to rock and sway and roll her belly, his precum and the saliva mixed together, oiling his penis as she pressed her breasts against him. He was moaning and sighing. His cock was aching. She put her head on his shoulder and whispered in his ear. “It's tickle time for little William.” She teased as her fingers lightly taped and fluttered at his ribs.
“Hehehehhehehehehehhehehehehehehe...”
“That's right...” It was time to end this, she thought, She let a bit more saliva fall into her cleavage and lowered her breasts, trapping him between them and giving him a slow titjob as her fingers now poked and twirled under his arms. “Tickle tickle, Mister Tough Guy, tickle tickle...”
The giant spasmed hard enough that he almost broke the stocks as his cum flew into the air. She stooped tickling when he came. Instead she just held him and coaxed him as his massive body shook violently. He soon settled down and within moments, fell into a deep sleep. Lily looked around as the walls and scenery changed completely. Before she knew it, she was back in the basement of the Funhouse.
“Ha! I beat you, demon!” She cheered and ran for the stairs. Perhaps there was still time to save Jenni and the others...
