Lake Superior
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The Hero-Prince of Archanea struggled in his bindings. All around him the folks of the village went about their days. They all behaved as if it was absolutely commonplace for a young man to be clad only in his boxers, locked into a pair of stocks with his hands tied to a pole above him. Considering how much this world had changed since Hel had taken command of it, that might in fact be a common sight after all. He noticed a few other sets of empty stocks around and supposed this sort of thing happened quite a bit.
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A few children came over carrying a bucket between them and Marth tensed up. He looked about for somebody to maybe hurry the urchins away but nobody seemed to care. He clenched the toes of his size 12 feet tightly as they pulled out a brush dripping with soap. "N-now children, please. I committed no crimes and de-deserve no punishment-NO!" They slapped it onto his sole and began scrubbing the young royal's foot. He writhed in his bonds and tried to beg the little street rats to stop, but once they pried his toes open and forced the horsehair of the brush in there he devolved into drooling babbles. Marth had always been ticklish. Back in his homeland, it had been a key way for Jagen to keep him in line and focused on his studies. He tried to hide in the memories of his stern retainer lightly pinching his stomach as punishment for letting his mind wander.
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Elyce hadn't let her brother's ticklishness go to waste either. She was always quick to help Jagen whenever little Marth had made an oopsie, quick to reveal all of the new tickle spots she had found on her too-easy-to-wreck older brother. Marth tried to find refuge in these thoughts but when the horrid little children started blowing raspberries into his helpless soles he could think of nothing else. "BAHAHA NOO! MEHEHERCY! PLEASE SOMEBODY STAHAHP THEM!" Marth tried to curl his toes but found them wrenched open by the children so that they could force the brushes between them again. When a man from the village came and shooed the little devils away, Marth was gasping for air too much to try and thank him.
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Probably for the best, he didn't as the man knelt down and started running his fingers along Marth's ear. He blushed and tried to pull away but the man just changed tactics and pinched at his hip to keep the bluenette giggling. "Awww is the widdle hero having a good time? Well, enjoy it now ‘cause it's almost time for your chores!" Marth went pale at that news. This village had been putting him through all kinds of embarrassing situations and calling it “chores”.
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He remembered yesterday when they'd shackled him to a plow and made him pull it through that field of strange flowers they were growing. The magical blooms had sucked and licked his feet for every second of it, causing him to fall on top of them twice and allow them to slither up his undergarments and bless his inner thighs and genitals with similar treatments. Ever since he'd been transported here from Castle Muspel by Hel herself, these people had made tickling him to hysterics part of their daily routine. He spent the night out here with a blanket draped over him but his feet still stuck out. The townsfolk rubbed milk into them every night so that in the morning the dogs would sniff them out and wake everyone by lapping at his soles till he screamed.
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The people would file out of their homes stretching and set to their tasks for the day. They'd bring along Marth and put him through his paces as well. First, he'd help the women with their laundry down by the river. He'd wear a thick plank of wood that would keep his head and hands in stocks but allow him to walk. This chore would basically be two or three of the women actually cleaning clothes while the rest would chase him about to drag into the river and get him nice and soapy. Then the rest of the washerwomen would scrub him silly as the others worked, getting in between his long toes and all inside his cute navel. Next, he was off to pull the plow through those damnable flowers for the men. They loved having their pretty workhorse for this and one would usually follow behind him. The dozen or so men loved scratching at the small of his back whenever he slowed or was just overcome from one of the flowers tasting a sweet spot.
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Still, he'd alway prefer to be spending the day with the adults; his days with the children were just too much. They would drop him off at the schoolhouse with that man sent from Castle Muspel along with his mob of the little devils. The first day had featured an anatomy lesson and, on by the teachers' instructions, each member of the class was to come up and give Mar-Mar a good tickle on whatever body part the Professor called out. His feet had been the answer far too many times, and when Byleth had ventured to start specifically calling out the arches — even individual toes by name — he'd desperately pleaded for reprieve. However, the weeping royal plead just as pathetically once they moved on to the prince's smooth belly and strong thighs. When he was led past the schoolhouse, Marth let out an audible sigh of relief at not having to go inside again.
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"Think you got off easy there mister 'Hero'? I'll admit the little ones are a handful but you’re still not getting an easy time of it. You’re gonna be keeping the old witch company today and she's a real charmer. Caught a hero just last week for the Lady Hel. Looked a delicate flower sure enough, though that pink-haired lass was anything but. Saw her lift two men — up one in each hand — before the witch finally charmed her." "What do you mean?" "She said it only works on the fairer sex, but the old crone can make folks do whatever she says when they look into her eyes. Maybe it'll work on you too, you are rather pretty." They came up upon a rather old-looking manor compared to the rest of the village. Marth supposed that if this woman did in fact have powers, it would make sense for her to live in better conditions than the others. His escort gave the door a knock and then slapped Marth hard on the rear before running away.
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Marth watched him go until he saw the door open. He was greeted by a young woman he recognized from the Order! He believed the girl's name was…Hilda? "You must be the new toy for me and master!" "Please! Lower your voice! We could both away right now before anybody comes. If we stick to the-HEEEY!" Marth's attempt at discretion with the maiden was cut off by her seizing him by the waist and lifting him off his feet. He hadn't noticed because of the gloom but she was definitely different. He certainly remembered the General girl she was quite strong but her body hadn't matched. For all intents, she'd looked like an average girl of her age although abit more developed than normal around the chest in Marth's opinion. Now as she stepped out of the gloom he saw how much she'd changed.
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Now she towered over him with arms thicker than his waist. Her features stayed as delicate as before but she'd been pulled her hair back. His fruitless struggles to get free also told him that her strength had been increased as well. While he tried to get away she took a deep breath and put her lips right to Marth's slender neck. His eyes went wide as he realized what was about to happen. "WAIT NO DO-" "PBBBBTTTPP!!" "AUHAHAHAHA STAHAHAP!!!" "Ooooh is that the new prisoner I hear you having fun without there Hilda?" While Marth turned into laughing jello in the pink hulk's arms a gnarled old crone draped in a robe stepped forwards from the shadows. "Oh, my dearie don't hog him all to yourself. Why I've half a mind to take you to the bed and count those naughty piggies!" Hilda stopped her razzing of Marth and gave a look of mock worry to the old woman. "Oh, dear! I'm just so sorry Mistress Hecate! My new little brother is just too cute!" "What? Brother? What has been don-H-HEY!!? DON'T TOUCH THOSE!"
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While Marth had been puzzling over his allies' strange behavior the old bat had stolen behind him. She took his foot into her hands and started counting his toes almost idly. "No! Wait! GAHAHA! NOHOHOO NAHAHAT THE TOES!" Marth threw his head side to and shrieked as she twiddled each of his toes in her inspection of his foot. "Oooh now, what have they sent us? Imagine my surprise when Lady Hel rewards my capture of a Hero for her by giving me another one! My what a ruler she is! What a fine catch you are too! Why I can't think at the last time I saw a man so handsome and well-groomed!" "STAHAP! STAHP IF YOU WANNA TALK THEN LEEHEEAVE THE TOES ALOHOHNE!" "Ohh but there such fine toes! I thought my Hilda's were cute with their little matching pink nails but now these look like they've been pampered for awhile!"
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In truth, she wasn't wrong. Since being pulled from his bed in the night by some sort of spell Marth had been treated quite differently than the others. Taken aside he'd been strapped down and put through an endless regimen beautification treatments. Purposely placed in view of his allies during their torments. Marth's eyelashes had been plucked and teased while he was forced to watch that strange magician play with the pair of feet protruding from his hat that the prince knew belonged to his friend Merric. Cotton balls were forced between his toes to allow the servants easier access to paint his toes as the mage Boey had feet rubbed all over his chubby cheeks by his brainwashed Lord Alm and his knight Lukas. Marth's blue hair had been washed and combed lovingly by softly humming troubadors as he watched a normally stern man like Cormag reduced to weeping hysterics by the feeling of dozens of rough sheep tongues lapping at his skin after he was doused in milk. Marth had hated how he alone was given this treatment while his allies were degraded and would not blame them if they all hated him. It's almost as if Hel had known that Marth took allies distrusting him like a wound.
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All of that had led to a Marth who looked as if he had no place whatsoever on a battlefield being the one who was given to this village and specifically this witch. While the woman relaxed her games with his foot and instead started to stroke it like it was a pet he tried once again to wiggle his way free of the muscular Hilda. He received a squeeze to his ribs that let him know that wasn't going to work as he was carried inside the manor. "Well despite being this pretty you were given to me to work so that's what you'll be doing. Come along Hildy and bring our friend."
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That was the first day of Marth's time as Hecate's toy. He was given chores to do just as when he was the villages boy but they were usually just traps. A feather duster was always turned against him. Reaching up to get something was an invitation for his ribs to be savaged. The worst was the evenings though. Mistress Hecate would prepare her spells and leave Mar-Mar in the hands of Mt. Hilda. "Oooh, these ribbies of yours are just toooo cute! Now, how many do you have again?" "Uggh you know how many! We've done this too many tIHIHIMES! GEHEHET OFF ME WOHOHMAN!!" "Oooone cute little ribbie!" Hilda grazed a finger down one of Marth's ribs and smiled as the Prince squeaked and tried to push her away. He couldn't move an inch of the powerhouse she had become though so his body was her plaything.
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"Two little ribbies! Why one of these days I think I'll just put some sauce on these and eat them right up! In faaaact... Let's do that right now!" "What?! No! Wa-wait! AHH!! LETGONOOOO!" Before Hilda's power, Marth was helpless as the Powerful Pinkette put him onto his shoulders and bent him until his cock hung from his undergarments right over his face. Marth's mouth was agape in horror as she took a lock of her own pink hair and began stroking it along his member. Marth's toes curled as he tried to fight his instincts and earned himself a tut-from Hildy. "Awww c'mon, pretty please? Just give us a little drizzle!
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Marth gritted his teeth and tried to block out the sensations with all he had. "N-no! Ju-huhust stop! Nohoho!" A blob of pre-cum slipped it's way free and dripped right from the peak of his shaft to catch him in the nose. Marth snuffled and tried to turn to get the maddening liquid off but could do nothing as his nostrils were flooded with the scent of his own sex. A single swipe from Hilda's fingernail across his taint was all it took to finish it. "GUAAHHAH! AHH NOOHOHO, GROHOHOSSS!" Marth rained sticky seed down on himself as his whole body spasmed in Hilda's grasp.
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Hilda let Marth sag into a panting pile of sensitive flesh. At first, it seemed as if she was giving her fellow captive a comforting tummy rub. Too late did Marth realize that she was staying true to her word and rubbing the sauce from his cock deep into the skin over his ribs. She went face down into the salty meat and Marth went wild at the feeling of her teeth nibbling each and every one of his ribs while her hands dug into his taint and shoulder to keep him from running away. He beat his fists and kicked his legs but only earned a muffled teasing for all his fussing. "Ifm you difturb mifftreff you'll be forry" she chided as Marth's voice cracked from the shrieking laughter. She dug in hard enough with her hands that she lifted the Hero-King up like he was a child. Her big feet stomped about as she carried her fussy plate of salty ribs about and Marth started to fade.
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Neither of them noticed the carpets beneath them started to slip and surge. They curled up quick and in seconds Hilda was wrapped up tight in one with her hands pinned to her sides and only her head sticking out of the top with her big feet sticking out of the bottom. Marth fell to the ground and tried to scramble away on his hands and knee's but the carpets caught him easily. He was wrapped up tight just like his "big sis" but with his blue-pubed cock sticking out and still dripping like a faucet. The cum still dripped off the shaft as both watched in horror as Hecate stepped forward. With but a flick of her wrist both her babies floated up into the air with their helpless feet right at the perfect level for her nails.
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"Now what was all that noise? Was my Hildy bullying my poor little Marth-y? The racket you two were making when I was trying to work on my magics!" She bent Hilda's thick toes back and began working a nail across all the stems of her toes at once. The magically made bruiser shook her head back and forth as her cheeks started to flush to match her hair. Finally, a poke right into her arch broke her wide open. "NAHAHAHA MISSTRESS! PLEEHEEASE I'M SORRY! IT WAHAHS ALL HIHIHS FAULT! HE WOHOULDN'T PUT HIS UNUHNDERWEAR ON! NAHAHAHAT MY TOESIES!" "What?! NO! She's lying! Wait nooHOHOHO!" Marth's feet were pulled close and the witch pressed her lips to the pretty things to slide her tongue all along the silken skin.
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"Mmm is that true my tasty treat? Is that why that pretty little pee-pee of yours is out winking for tickles?" "Guh-uhahahaa! She's lyIHIHNG!" "Oh? If she's lying then why are you laughing? Your laughing at what you did! Or maybe your not lying..." Hilda floated over so that now the witch had a hand at each pair of captive feet. Her nail's dragged down both her muscles big stompers and her toy-boy's elegant peds while both shook in their bindings. "Mmm so who's lying? Why both of you are laughing now so it's hard to tell." "IHIHIT'S HIM MIHIHISTRESS! HE'S LYHIHING!" "SHE'S THE OHOHNE LYIHING!" "Hmm, but your both laughing at me. So we'll do this. The two of you will stay here getting tickles until one of you says you did it. Then? They'll get it even worse."
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Hecate spoke an incantation and ghostly feathers appeared. They descended on the two and ravaged them from all directions. Stuffing themselves inside Hilda's ears, sawing in between each of Marth's toes and teasing both of their noses to add sneezing to the two's hilarity. Hecate didn't relent on their soles for a second, tracing occult symbols in both fleshy pads of hers. Not even pausing to speak another incantation and activate another spell. Suddenly tiny figures appeared on both's shoulders. Two teeny Hildas and two little Marth's. For both one was clad in a flowing white robe and the other in a black cloak, they both climbed atop the cheeks of their captives to wave away the feathers and take over the ear-tickling themselves. The tiny figures stuck their small feet into the ear's cups and began running their toes all along the inside of them while teasing the prisoners. The ones in white whispered to be strong to Marth, even if this witch stole his purity that he was a proud youth whose friends were his strength. To Hilda, they urged the brainwashed muscle girl to tell the truth and take her punishment all along her meaty feet. The ones in black were united in their message as their toes wiggled deeper. Lie! Lie to either avoid tickles or get more but just know that the truth is the enemy.
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The two floating captives slowly lowered until they were both on their backs with their feet in the air. Hecate was now alternating between sucking and licking both sets of feet while the two screamed and begged for mercy. She snapped her fingers and shapes started to move beneath Hilda's bonds making her laugh even harder while a ghostly pair of hands emerged from the open spot on Marth's to stroke fingers along his cock while he squirmed and came all over himself once more. The two were both lapsing into silent wheezes when a pounding came from the door to the manor. Hecate pouted and tried to ignore it as she found herself unable to stop nibbling Marth's littlest toe. The pounding got more insistent and she finally let her charges be as she went off to see who it was.
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Hilda was gasping for air but went right back to shrieking when Marth wiggled his way over and dug his toes right into her meaty 13's. He wiggled them all along the helpless things while the pinkette laughed and bawled. "All you had to do was tell the truth! Instead, you got us both milked because your si-ehhh?" Like a fly trap, Hilda's soles had opened up and pulled Marth's soft feet between them. The tightly bound Hero-King could do nothing as they were reeled in and soon the toes were tickling the other foot. "Noo! Hihihilda pleeheease I'm sahahrry! Nohohoho hehe hehe!" That's how the two were found 10 minutes later as Hecate entered flanked by a pair of statuesque redheads. Through teary eyes, Marth couldn't make them out.
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A size 14 foot pressing itself over his mouth though stopped his laughter and he looked up to see his former enemy Michalis, the King of Macedon! Standing behind him was his sister and Minerva and it was with a heavy heart Marth remembered the two's capture. He was still happy to see them both here even if they were both clad in battle armor yet still barefoot because of who they belonged too. The footman formerly named Michalis glared down at Marth until the Hero-King darted his tongue out to slide it around. The tall man's stern face immediately went goofy as he fell back and in seconds Hecate had barked a spell that had him flustered and rolled up right next to Marth. Hecate's nail descended on Marth's elegant 12's and Michalis's big soft 14's while Minerva smothered Hilda's face with her own as she explained. "Lady Hel thanks you for your work in breaking these two in but asks that we return them to the castle for more treatments." "Oh dear and here I was thinking that you were both delivering those nice feet of yours to me as well."
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The witch muttered something and ghostly feathers whipped in to begin teasing the dragoon's ears and hips. She swatted at them to no avail trying to keep her big feet firmly planted so as not to expose their ticklish soles. Finally, as the feathers stuffed themselves between her toes she kicked at them and like piranha's they were all over her soft sole. She fell back in hysterics and in seconds was wrapped up just as tight as the others. Hecate wiggled her fingers and a chair pulled behind the witch that allowed her to recline back. With just a few waves of her hands, she soon had her charges arranged the way she wanted. Her cracked toenails now dragged along the trapped feet of Minerva and Hilda while her gnarled and crooked fingers explored Michalis and Marth's soft soles. She kept them there all begging for mercy until finally, she tired.
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With but a whistle suddenly there was a bed beneath her and all four Heroes now occupied it with her. The sheets were tucked so tight that all four were immobile with the exception of their feet which could only try to flee as Hecate trapped each of them individually for footsies and whatever crawled in the bed with them goosing their sides. Hecate ran her foot along Marth's trapped sole while Minerva tried to resume her declaration. "Lahah-LahaAHAHDY GAHAHA NOO! GEHEHET OUT OF MY BUTTON! LAHAHADY HEL HAS NEWS ON ANOHOTHER GROUP OF HEHEHEROES!" "Ooh? Now you've got my interest." The bulge beneath the sheets skittered over to Michalis abs to play while Hecate reeled in Minerva's dog to gently stroke the information out of the strong heels.
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"Shehe has news frohom her mo-eheehee-mole tha-tha-ahh please! That a group of heroes hides near the border tohoho-" "GAHAHAUHU! WHAT IS THAHAHT BEENEATH PLAHAHYING WITH MY SEHEHEX?!" Michalis roared in laughter. "NOHOHOOO PLEHEEASE! GEHET IT OUT OF MY BOHUHTTOM!" Marth shrieked in agreement. "Tsk, so noisy. Keep each other company would you?" Hecate gave a wave and suddenly Marth and Michalis were forced into a lip-lock with Marth staring up at the significantly taller footman he shared the bed with. In addition, the helpers beneath the sheets doubled their efforts so the two were laughing quite hard into each other's mouths. "Now dearie what were you saying?" "Thehehe-thehey hide near the bohohorder to Nifl! Lady Hehel wants to sehend a fehehew monsters to chahase them awahay and belieheves you to be an excehehellent fit to lead them." "Does she? Why Lady Hel to think you think so highly of me. Here I was just thinking of having her share this bed with me. I was wondering what it would be like to tickle literal ribs like hers. Very well you may tell our Queen that I will depart at once for this task. Regretfully though I haven't had the chance to break in my handsome charge quite yet."
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"Dohoho nahaht worry we will retur-" "No. I wish the two of you to do it for me right here. In fact, I will place an enchantment to keep you all here until he's a good and obedient little puppy. Oh and feel free to use my Hildie, she's nice and broken in already but still deserves a good bit of punishment." With that, the wizened old Hecate floated from the bed and to her feet as Hilda's eyes slowly fluttered open from a restful sleep. She rolled over to pull Minerva as well the stuck boys close and start skittering her strong fingers all along all three tight tums, truly savoring the sibling's abs. Hecate watched for a moment as the trio giggled and squeaked in Hildy's clutches before casting a spell to scatter all four to hiding places in her home. Let them have a little hunt for Marth. Work some of the stress out while she was gone.
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The witch sighed and strode out the door towards her stables. Seeming to grow in height and straighten her body with each step. Upon throwing open the doors to reveal the jet-black deceased pegasus inside she resembled a completely different person than the strange old crone that had been living in this village. She brushed her white hair back and thought of the irony as she mounted up. She'd fled working for her mother and Surtr only to be forced back into serving them if she wanted to continue her hobbies. Eir took off into the night atop her steed, heading for the border to Nifl and the Heroes that hid there.
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Marth held his breath in the closet he hid in. He'd been zapped out of the bed and off of Michalis' lips to here and was planning to do the best he could to stay here while the other three tired each other out. He'd been hearing Hilda laughing for a solid ten minutes without breathing but he had no way of knowing which sibling had her. He had a feeling he'd be able to take down Minerva if it came to it but Michalis he knew he stood no chance against in a test of strength. He heard a thumping outside the door and swallowed hard but started sputtering as the knob was tried. He held it still from his side and hoped the person on the other side would simply think it was stuck. He let out a deep involuntary chuckle as a finger slid under the door and stroked along his toes. He tried to pull back but it had hooked his big toe and pulled it and the foot attached closer to the door. He was pulled even more until both his big toes protruded under the door. A length of twine was twisted and tied around both as the knob was still trying to turn in his hands.
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A pair of index fingers stroked his captive big toes while the crumbling Hero-King tried to keep the door closed with all his strength. He realized now that after tiring themselves out on Hilda the siblings must have decided to work together to get him their former leader. Some kind of feather slid under the door and stroked along the top of his like a fluffy knife as he tried to keep the doorknob still but he was shaking with laughter and his hands were getting slippery. It turned right under his slick palms and he heard the latch open but he still kept the door closed by pulling on the knob. He could see through the crack of light that it was Michalis pulling the door open which that Minerva was the one guiding that feather. Finally, the door flew open and Marth could only whimper as the tall siblings pulled him out into their grip.
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Instantly the footman had Marth's arms above his head and bent them back to stretch the young prince over his knee. He licked his lips as he twirled a finger in the few little strands of blue chest hair or the sparse little aqua fuzz in his pits. Marth was giggling frantically from not only this but also how Minerva had pulled his feet onto her lap and was now tracing a finger along them. He twitched and giggled in their laps as Minerva cooed softly and Michalis snickered. Finally, both of them together jammed an index finger each into Marth's navel as far as they could get them. It was too much of course and they both became stuck there but the feeling alone had tears rolling down Marth's cheeks as he kicked and howled.
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A strong hand closed around his cock just as it was about to explode and he looked through bleary eyes to see a pink monster. Hilda kept the floodgates sealed as the Prince mewled and whispered for mercy from the giggles and to please allow him to ejaculate. His toes were curled so hard that Minerva traced a finger along the line of white on their knuckles making Marth moan even louder. Michalis slid his tongue up and down his former enemy's armpits and nipped at the roots of each of the hairs inside making Marth shiver with each one.
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"Awww does my widdle bro here wanna let the river flow? Does he wanna cum?" "Yes does the cute hero want to let himself erupt? We'll let you if you admit how much you love this. Queen Hel will finish things but this is the first step to your slavery." Michalis droned from deep in man's pit. "Yes, the footman is right, admitting you love the tickles. Even if it's not true, we will make it true eventually in the baths." Marth fidgeted and moaned in the three's grip as his red face stumbled over his answer. "I...I..."
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Abel panted as he stared about to see if he'd managed to avoid the enemy. He'd gotten separated from his fellows and he was worried not just about Cain and Draug but also his beloved Est. The ridiculous girl had taken off from the castle ahead of the others and left her boots! They'd all fought as hard as they could but he'd seen an armored knight with a familiar set of piggies under his arm. Suddenly a familiar voice called out to him and he looked to see a sight so relieving he could scream. "Abel, Quickly! This way while the enemies are distracted!" "Prince Marth? Thank Naga! Nobodies heard from you in an age. Have you seen the others?" "Yes, they're just ahead with the reinforcements!" Marth led the trusting cavalier ahead to a rendezvous with his friends. Where they waited in stocks and chains with red feathers between their toes as Michalis, Minerva and Hilda waited to have their Mar-Mar back and put him in there too. Marth was leaking down his leg just thinking about it.
The Hero-Prince of Archanea struggled in his bindings. All around him the folks of the village went about their days. They all behaved as if it was absolutely commonplace for a young man to be clad only in his boxers, locked into a pair of stocks with his hands tied to a pole above him. Considering how much this world had changed since Hel had taken command of it, that might in fact be a common sight after all. He noticed a few other sets of empty stocks around and supposed this sort of thing happened quite a bit.
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A few children came over carrying a bucket between them and Marth tensed up. He looked about for somebody to maybe hurry the urchins away but nobody seemed to care. He clenched the toes of his size 12 feet tightly as they pulled out a brush dripping with soap. "N-now children, please. I committed no crimes and de-deserve no punishment-NO!" They slapped it onto his sole and began scrubbing the young royal's foot. He writhed in his bonds and tried to beg the little street rats to stop, but once they pried his toes open and forced the horsehair of the brush in there he devolved into drooling babbles. Marth had always been ticklish. Back in his homeland, it had been a key way for Jagen to keep him in line and focused on his studies. He tried to hide in the memories of his stern retainer lightly pinching his stomach as punishment for letting his mind wander.
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Elyce hadn't let her brother's ticklishness go to waste either. She was always quick to help Jagen whenever little Marth had made an oopsie, quick to reveal all of the new tickle spots she had found on her too-easy-to-wreck older brother. Marth tried to find refuge in these thoughts but when the horrid little children started blowing raspberries into his helpless soles he could think of nothing else. "BAHAHA NOO! MEHEHERCY! PLEASE SOMEBODY STAHAHP THEM!" Marth tried to curl his toes but found them wrenched open by the children so that they could force the brushes between them again. When a man from the village came and shooed the little devils away, Marth was gasping for air too much to try and thank him.
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Probably for the best, he didn't as the man knelt down and started running his fingers along Marth's ear. He blushed and tried to pull away but the man just changed tactics and pinched at his hip to keep the bluenette giggling. "Awww is the widdle hero having a good time? Well, enjoy it now ‘cause it's almost time for your chores!" Marth went pale at that news. This village had been putting him through all kinds of embarrassing situations and calling it “chores”.
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He remembered yesterday when they'd shackled him to a plow and made him pull it through that field of strange flowers they were growing. The magical blooms had sucked and licked his feet for every second of it, causing him to fall on top of them twice and allow them to slither up his undergarments and bless his inner thighs and genitals with similar treatments. Ever since he'd been transported here from Castle Muspel by Hel herself, these people had made tickling him to hysterics part of their daily routine. He spent the night out here with a blanket draped over him but his feet still stuck out. The townsfolk rubbed milk into them every night so that in the morning the dogs would sniff them out and wake everyone by lapping at his soles till he screamed.
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The people would file out of their homes stretching and set to their tasks for the day. They'd bring along Marth and put him through his paces as well. First, he'd help the women with their laundry down by the river. He'd wear a thick plank of wood that would keep his head and hands in stocks but allow him to walk. This chore would basically be two or three of the women actually cleaning clothes while the rest would chase him about to drag into the river and get him nice and soapy. Then the rest of the washerwomen would scrub him silly as the others worked, getting in between his long toes and all inside his cute navel. Next, he was off to pull the plow through those damnable flowers for the men. They loved having their pretty workhorse for this and one would usually follow behind him. The dozen or so men loved scratching at the small of his back whenever he slowed or was just overcome from one of the flowers tasting a sweet spot.
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Still, he'd alway prefer to be spending the day with the adults; his days with the children were just too much. They would drop him off at the schoolhouse with that man sent from Castle Muspel along with his mob of the little devils. The first day had featured an anatomy lesson and, on by the teachers' instructions, each member of the class was to come up and give Mar-Mar a good tickle on whatever body part the Professor called out. His feet had been the answer far too many times, and when Byleth had ventured to start specifically calling out the arches — even individual toes by name — he'd desperately pleaded for reprieve. However, the weeping royal plead just as pathetically once they moved on to the prince's smooth belly and strong thighs. When he was led past the schoolhouse, Marth let out an audible sigh of relief at not having to go inside again.
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"Think you got off easy there mister 'Hero'? I'll admit the little ones are a handful but you’re still not getting an easy time of it. You’re gonna be keeping the old witch company today and she's a real charmer. Caught a hero just last week for the Lady Hel. Looked a delicate flower sure enough, though that pink-haired lass was anything but. Saw her lift two men — up one in each hand — before the witch finally charmed her." "What do you mean?" "She said it only works on the fairer sex, but the old crone can make folks do whatever she says when they look into her eyes. Maybe it'll work on you too, you are rather pretty." They came up upon a rather old-looking manor compared to the rest of the village. Marth supposed that if this woman did in fact have powers, it would make sense for her to live in better conditions than the others. His escort gave the door a knock and then slapped Marth hard on the rear before running away.
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Marth watched him go until he saw the door open. He was greeted by a young woman he recognized from the Order! He believed the girl's name was…Hilda? "You must be the new toy for me and master!" "Please! Lower your voice! We could both away right now before anybody comes. If we stick to the-HEEEY!" Marth's attempt at discretion with the maiden was cut off by her seizing him by the waist and lifting him off his feet. He hadn't noticed because of the gloom but she was definitely different. He certainly remembered the General girl she was quite strong but her body hadn't matched. For all intents, she'd looked like an average girl of her age although abit more developed than normal around the chest in Marth's opinion. Now as she stepped out of the gloom he saw how much she'd changed.
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Now she towered over him with arms thicker than his waist. Her features stayed as delicate as before but she'd been pulled her hair back. His fruitless struggles to get free also told him that her strength had been increased as well. While he tried to get away she took a deep breath and put her lips right to Marth's slender neck. His eyes went wide as he realized what was about to happen. "WAIT NO DO-" "PBBBBTTTPP!!" "AUHAHAHAHA STAHAHAP!!!" "Ooooh is that the new prisoner I hear you having fun without there Hilda?" While Marth turned into laughing jello in the pink hulk's arms a gnarled old crone draped in a robe stepped forwards from the shadows. "Oh, my dearie don't hog him all to yourself. Why I've half a mind to take you to the bed and count those naughty piggies!" Hilda stopped her razzing of Marth and gave a look of mock worry to the old woman. "Oh, dear! I'm just so sorry Mistress Hecate! My new little brother is just too cute!" "What? Brother? What has been don-H-HEY!!? DON'T TOUCH THOSE!"
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While Marth had been puzzling over his allies' strange behavior the old bat had stolen behind him. She took his foot into her hands and started counting his toes almost idly. "No! Wait! GAHAHA! NOHOHOO NAHAHAT THE TOES!" Marth threw his head side to and shrieked as she twiddled each of his toes in her inspection of his foot. "Oooh now, what have they sent us? Imagine my surprise when Lady Hel rewards my capture of a Hero for her by giving me another one! My what a ruler she is! What a fine catch you are too! Why I can't think at the last time I saw a man so handsome and well-groomed!" "STAHAP! STAHP IF YOU WANNA TALK THEN LEEHEEAVE THE TOES ALOHOHNE!" "Ohh but there such fine toes! I thought my Hilda's were cute with their little matching pink nails but now these look like they've been pampered for awhile!"
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In truth, she wasn't wrong. Since being pulled from his bed in the night by some sort of spell Marth had been treated quite differently than the others. Taken aside he'd been strapped down and put through an endless regimen beautification treatments. Purposely placed in view of his allies during their torments. Marth's eyelashes had been plucked and teased while he was forced to watch that strange magician play with the pair of feet protruding from his hat that the prince knew belonged to his friend Merric. Cotton balls were forced between his toes to allow the servants easier access to paint his toes as the mage Boey had feet rubbed all over his chubby cheeks by his brainwashed Lord Alm and his knight Lukas. Marth's blue hair had been washed and combed lovingly by softly humming troubadors as he watched a normally stern man like Cormag reduced to weeping hysterics by the feeling of dozens of rough sheep tongues lapping at his skin after he was doused in milk. Marth had hated how he alone was given this treatment while his allies were degraded and would not blame them if they all hated him. It's almost as if Hel had known that Marth took allies distrusting him like a wound.
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All of that had led to a Marth who looked as if he had no place whatsoever on a battlefield being the one who was given to this village and specifically this witch. While the woman relaxed her games with his foot and instead started to stroke it like it was a pet he tried once again to wiggle his way free of the muscular Hilda. He received a squeeze to his ribs that let him know that wasn't going to work as he was carried inside the manor. "Well despite being this pretty you were given to me to work so that's what you'll be doing. Come along Hildy and bring our friend."
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That was the first day of Marth's time as Hecate's toy. He was given chores to do just as when he was the villages boy but they were usually just traps. A feather duster was always turned against him. Reaching up to get something was an invitation for his ribs to be savaged. The worst was the evenings though. Mistress Hecate would prepare her spells and leave Mar-Mar in the hands of Mt. Hilda. "Oooh, these ribbies of yours are just toooo cute! Now, how many do you have again?" "Uggh you know how many! We've done this too many tIHIHIMES! GEHEHET OFF ME WOHOHMAN!!" "Oooone cute little ribbie!" Hilda grazed a finger down one of Marth's ribs and smiled as the Prince squeaked and tried to push her away. He couldn't move an inch of the powerhouse she had become though so his body was her plaything.
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"Two little ribbies! Why one of these days I think I'll just put some sauce on these and eat them right up! In faaaact... Let's do that right now!" "What?! No! Wa-wait! AHH!! LETGONOOOO!" Before Hilda's power, Marth was helpless as the Powerful Pinkette put him onto his shoulders and bent him until his cock hung from his undergarments right over his face. Marth's mouth was agape in horror as she took a lock of her own pink hair and began stroking it along his member. Marth's toes curled as he tried to fight his instincts and earned himself a tut-from Hildy. "Awww c'mon, pretty please? Just give us a little drizzle!
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Marth gritted his teeth and tried to block out the sensations with all he had. "N-no! Ju-huhust stop! Nohoho!" A blob of pre-cum slipped it's way free and dripped right from the peak of his shaft to catch him in the nose. Marth snuffled and tried to turn to get the maddening liquid off but could do nothing as his nostrils were flooded with the scent of his own sex. A single swipe from Hilda's fingernail across his taint was all it took to finish it. "GUAAHHAH! AHH NOOHOHO, GROHOHOSSS!" Marth rained sticky seed down on himself as his whole body spasmed in Hilda's grasp.
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Hilda let Marth sag into a panting pile of sensitive flesh. At first, it seemed as if she was giving her fellow captive a comforting tummy rub. Too late did Marth realize that she was staying true to her word and rubbing the sauce from his cock deep into the skin over his ribs. She went face down into the salty meat and Marth went wild at the feeling of her teeth nibbling each and every one of his ribs while her hands dug into his taint and shoulder to keep him from running away. He beat his fists and kicked his legs but only earned a muffled teasing for all his fussing. "Ifm you difturb mifftreff you'll be forry" she chided as Marth's voice cracked from the shrieking laughter. She dug in hard enough with her hands that she lifted the Hero-King up like he was a child. Her big feet stomped about as she carried her fussy plate of salty ribs about and Marth started to fade.
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Neither of them noticed the carpets beneath them started to slip and surge. They curled up quick and in seconds Hilda was wrapped up tight in one with her hands pinned to her sides and only her head sticking out of the top with her big feet sticking out of the bottom. Marth fell to the ground and tried to scramble away on his hands and knee's but the carpets caught him easily. He was wrapped up tight just like his "big sis" but with his blue-pubed cock sticking out and still dripping like a faucet. The cum still dripped off the shaft as both watched in horror as Hecate stepped forward. With but a flick of her wrist both her babies floated up into the air with their helpless feet right at the perfect level for her nails.
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"Now what was all that noise? Was my Hildy bullying my poor little Marth-y? The racket you two were making when I was trying to work on my magics!" She bent Hilda's thick toes back and began working a nail across all the stems of her toes at once. The magically made bruiser shook her head back and forth as her cheeks started to flush to match her hair. Finally, a poke right into her arch broke her wide open. "NAHAHAHA MISSTRESS! PLEEHEEASE I'M SORRY! IT WAHAHS ALL HIHIHS FAULT! HE WOHOULDN'T PUT HIS UNUHNDERWEAR ON! NAHAHAHAT MY TOESIES!" "What?! NO! She's lying! Wait nooHOHOHO!" Marth's feet were pulled close and the witch pressed her lips to the pretty things to slide her tongue all along the silken skin.
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"Mmm is that true my tasty treat? Is that why that pretty little pee-pee of yours is out winking for tickles?" "Guh-uhahahaa! She's lyIHIHNG!" "Oh? If she's lying then why are you laughing? Your laughing at what you did! Or maybe your not lying..." Hilda floated over so that now the witch had a hand at each pair of captive feet. Her nail's dragged down both her muscles big stompers and her toy-boy's elegant peds while both shook in their bindings. "Mmm so who's lying? Why both of you are laughing now so it's hard to tell." "IHIHIT'S HIM MIHIHISTRESS! HE'S LYHIHING!" "SHE'S THE OHOHNE LYIHING!" "Hmm, but your both laughing at me. So we'll do this. The two of you will stay here getting tickles until one of you says you did it. Then? They'll get it even worse."
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Hecate spoke an incantation and ghostly feathers appeared. They descended on the two and ravaged them from all directions. Stuffing themselves inside Hilda's ears, sawing in between each of Marth's toes and teasing both of their noses to add sneezing to the two's hilarity. Hecate didn't relent on their soles for a second, tracing occult symbols in both fleshy pads of hers. Not even pausing to speak another incantation and activate another spell. Suddenly tiny figures appeared on both's shoulders. Two teeny Hildas and two little Marth's. For both one was clad in a flowing white robe and the other in a black cloak, they both climbed atop the cheeks of their captives to wave away the feathers and take over the ear-tickling themselves. The tiny figures stuck their small feet into the ear's cups and began running their toes all along the inside of them while teasing the prisoners. The ones in white whispered to be strong to Marth, even if this witch stole his purity that he was a proud youth whose friends were his strength. To Hilda, they urged the brainwashed muscle girl to tell the truth and take her punishment all along her meaty feet. The ones in black were united in their message as their toes wiggled deeper. Lie! Lie to either avoid tickles or get more but just know that the truth is the enemy.
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The two floating captives slowly lowered until they were both on their backs with their feet in the air. Hecate was now alternating between sucking and licking both sets of feet while the two screamed and begged for mercy. She snapped her fingers and shapes started to move beneath Hilda's bonds making her laugh even harder while a ghostly pair of hands emerged from the open spot on Marth's to stroke fingers along his cock while he squirmed and came all over himself once more. The two were both lapsing into silent wheezes when a pounding came from the door to the manor. Hecate pouted and tried to ignore it as she found herself unable to stop nibbling Marth's littlest toe. The pounding got more insistent and she finally let her charges be as she went off to see who it was.
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Hilda was gasping for air but went right back to shrieking when Marth wiggled his way over and dug his toes right into her meaty 13's. He wiggled them all along the helpless things while the pinkette laughed and bawled. "All you had to do was tell the truth! Instead, you got us both milked because your si-ehhh?" Like a fly trap, Hilda's soles had opened up and pulled Marth's soft feet between them. The tightly bound Hero-King could do nothing as they were reeled in and soon the toes were tickling the other foot. "Noo! Hihihilda pleeheease I'm sahahrry! Nohohoho hehe hehe!" That's how the two were found 10 minutes later as Hecate entered flanked by a pair of statuesque redheads. Through teary eyes, Marth couldn't make them out.
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A size 14 foot pressing itself over his mouth though stopped his laughter and he looked up to see his former enemy Michalis, the King of Macedon! Standing behind him was his sister and Minerva and it was with a heavy heart Marth remembered the two's capture. He was still happy to see them both here even if they were both clad in battle armor yet still barefoot because of who they belonged too. The footman formerly named Michalis glared down at Marth until the Hero-King darted his tongue out to slide it around. The tall man's stern face immediately went goofy as he fell back and in seconds Hecate had barked a spell that had him flustered and rolled up right next to Marth. Hecate's nail descended on Marth's elegant 12's and Michalis's big soft 14's while Minerva smothered Hilda's face with her own as she explained. "Lady Hel thanks you for your work in breaking these two in but asks that we return them to the castle for more treatments." "Oh dear and here I was thinking that you were both delivering those nice feet of yours to me as well."
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The witch muttered something and ghostly feathers whipped in to begin teasing the dragoon's ears and hips. She swatted at them to no avail trying to keep her big feet firmly planted so as not to expose their ticklish soles. Finally, as the feathers stuffed themselves between her toes she kicked at them and like piranha's they were all over her soft sole. She fell back in hysterics and in seconds was wrapped up just as tight as the others. Hecate wiggled her fingers and a chair pulled behind the witch that allowed her to recline back. With just a few waves of her hands, she soon had her charges arranged the way she wanted. Her cracked toenails now dragged along the trapped feet of Minerva and Hilda while her gnarled and crooked fingers explored Michalis and Marth's soft soles. She kept them there all begging for mercy until finally, she tired.
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With but a whistle suddenly there was a bed beneath her and all four Heroes now occupied it with her. The sheets were tucked so tight that all four were immobile with the exception of their feet which could only try to flee as Hecate trapped each of them individually for footsies and whatever crawled in the bed with them goosing their sides. Hecate ran her foot along Marth's trapped sole while Minerva tried to resume her declaration. "Lahah-LahaAHAHDY GAHAHA NOO! GEHEHET OUT OF MY BUTTON! LAHAHADY HEL HAS NEWS ON ANOHOTHER GROUP OF HEHEHEROES!" "Ooh? Now you've got my interest." The bulge beneath the sheets skittered over to Michalis abs to play while Hecate reeled in Minerva's dog to gently stroke the information out of the strong heels.
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"Shehe has news frohom her mo-eheehee-mole tha-tha-ahh please! That a group of heroes hides near the border tohoho-" "GAHAHAUHU! WHAT IS THAHAHT BEENEATH PLAHAHYING WITH MY SEHEHEX?!" Michalis roared in laughter. "NOHOHOOO PLEHEEASE! GEHET IT OUT OF MY BOHUHTTOM!" Marth shrieked in agreement. "Tsk, so noisy. Keep each other company would you?" Hecate gave a wave and suddenly Marth and Michalis were forced into a lip-lock with Marth staring up at the significantly taller footman he shared the bed with. In addition, the helpers beneath the sheets doubled their efforts so the two were laughing quite hard into each other's mouths. "Now dearie what were you saying?" "Thehehe-thehey hide near the bohohorder to Nifl! Lady Hehel wants to sehend a fehehew monsters to chahase them awahay and belieheves you to be an excehehellent fit to lead them." "Does she? Why Lady Hel to think you think so highly of me. Here I was just thinking of having her share this bed with me. I was wondering what it would be like to tickle literal ribs like hers. Very well you may tell our Queen that I will depart at once for this task. Regretfully though I haven't had the chance to break in my handsome charge quite yet."
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"Dohoho nahaht worry we will retur-" "No. I wish the two of you to do it for me right here. In fact, I will place an enchantment to keep you all here until he's a good and obedient little puppy. Oh and feel free to use my Hildie, she's nice and broken in already but still deserves a good bit of punishment." With that, the wizened old Hecate floated from the bed and to her feet as Hilda's eyes slowly fluttered open from a restful sleep. She rolled over to pull Minerva as well the stuck boys close and start skittering her strong fingers all along all three tight tums, truly savoring the sibling's abs. Hecate watched for a moment as the trio giggled and squeaked in Hildy's clutches before casting a spell to scatter all four to hiding places in her home. Let them have a little hunt for Marth. Work some of the stress out while she was gone.
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The witch sighed and strode out the door towards her stables. Seeming to grow in height and straighten her body with each step. Upon throwing open the doors to reveal the jet-black deceased pegasus inside she resembled a completely different person than the strange old crone that had been living in this village. She brushed her white hair back and thought of the irony as she mounted up. She'd fled working for her mother and Surtr only to be forced back into serving them if she wanted to continue her hobbies. Eir took off into the night atop her steed, heading for the border to Nifl and the Heroes that hid there.
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Marth held his breath in the closet he hid in. He'd been zapped out of the bed and off of Michalis' lips to here and was planning to do the best he could to stay here while the other three tired each other out. He'd been hearing Hilda laughing for a solid ten minutes without breathing but he had no way of knowing which sibling had her. He had a feeling he'd be able to take down Minerva if it came to it but Michalis he knew he stood no chance against in a test of strength. He heard a thumping outside the door and swallowed hard but started sputtering as the knob was tried. He held it still from his side and hoped the person on the other side would simply think it was stuck. He let out a deep involuntary chuckle as a finger slid under the door and stroked along his toes. He tried to pull back but it had hooked his big toe and pulled it and the foot attached closer to the door. He was pulled even more until both his big toes protruded under the door. A length of twine was twisted and tied around both as the knob was still trying to turn in his hands.
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A pair of index fingers stroked his captive big toes while the crumbling Hero-King tried to keep the door closed with all his strength. He realized now that after tiring themselves out on Hilda the siblings must have decided to work together to get him their former leader. Some kind of feather slid under the door and stroked along the top of his like a fluffy knife as he tried to keep the doorknob still but he was shaking with laughter and his hands were getting slippery. It turned right under his slick palms and he heard the latch open but he still kept the door closed by pulling on the knob. He could see through the crack of light that it was Michalis pulling the door open which that Minerva was the one guiding that feather. Finally, the door flew open and Marth could only whimper as the tall siblings pulled him out into their grip.
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Instantly the footman had Marth's arms above his head and bent them back to stretch the young prince over his knee. He licked his lips as he twirled a finger in the few little strands of blue chest hair or the sparse little aqua fuzz in his pits. Marth was giggling frantically from not only this but also how Minerva had pulled his feet onto her lap and was now tracing a finger along them. He twitched and giggled in their laps as Minerva cooed softly and Michalis snickered. Finally, both of them together jammed an index finger each into Marth's navel as far as they could get them. It was too much of course and they both became stuck there but the feeling alone had tears rolling down Marth's cheeks as he kicked and howled.
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A strong hand closed around his cock just as it was about to explode and he looked through bleary eyes to see a pink monster. Hilda kept the floodgates sealed as the Prince mewled and whispered for mercy from the giggles and to please allow him to ejaculate. His toes were curled so hard that Minerva traced a finger along the line of white on their knuckles making Marth moan even louder. Michalis slid his tongue up and down his former enemy's armpits and nipped at the roots of each of the hairs inside making Marth shiver with each one.
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"Awww does my widdle bro here wanna let the river flow? Does he wanna cum?" "Yes does the cute hero want to let himself erupt? We'll let you if you admit how much you love this. Queen Hel will finish things but this is the first step to your slavery." Michalis droned from deep in man's pit. "Yes, the footman is right, admitting you love the tickles. Even if it's not true, we will make it true eventually in the baths." Marth fidgeted and moaned in the three's grip as his red face stumbled over his answer. "I...I..."
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Abel panted as he stared about to see if he'd managed to avoid the enemy. He'd gotten separated from his fellows and he was worried not just about Cain and Draug but also his beloved Est. The ridiculous girl had taken off from the castle ahead of the others and left her boots! They'd all fought as hard as they could but he'd seen an armored knight with a familiar set of piggies under his arm. Suddenly a familiar voice called out to him and he looked to see a sight so relieving he could scream. "Abel, Quickly! This way while the enemies are distracted!" "Prince Marth? Thank Naga! Nobodies heard from you in an age. Have you seen the others?" "Yes, they're just ahead with the reinforcements!" Marth led the trusting cavalier ahead to a rendezvous with his friends. Where they waited in stocks and chains with red feathers between their toes as Michalis, Minerva and Hilda waited to have their Mar-Mar back and put him in there too. Marth was leaking down his leg just thinking about it.
