Lake Superior
TMF Regular
- Joined
- Jan 3, 2019
- Messages
- 188
- Points
- 18
Byleth hadn't been summoned here for long yet he'd fought as best he could for Commander Anna, heeding her words on avoiding capture as obvious but still wondering why she was so emphatic about it. Assigned a group of youths due to his teaching background he'd quickly grown fond of Lugh, Ross and little Kana so when they'd become separated from the main force by shimmering ghost soldiers he'd naturally dove in and began cutting a path through the specters to divert them from the boys so that they could slip away. He'd tried to check on his new honorary students but the distraction had cost him. Had he been following his father's own teachings he would have heard the beating wings of wyverns. Instead, his distraction had let Surtr's footman swoop down and snatch the aloof swordsman up so quickly his boots had been left behind. He'd thrashed about in the statuesque redhead's grip but fingers finding their way into his armpits had been quick to pacify him. "Foolish worm you must be new to this style of combat. Your freedom ended the second your mind wandered." Byleth tried to get his arms down but the tall man's fingers were already in and the cloth between them and skin wasn't thick enough to muffle the sensations. He kicked his socked feet as the rider used his grip on his ticklish prey to guide him into a seat on the saddle before him.
Once he had Byleth where he wanted him, He turned the professor around and soon had cuffs attached to the saddles secured around his wrists. With the pull of a cord, Byleth's wrists were pulled taut to either side of the Wyvern and secured there while the footman wrapped a cord around the man's ankles on the other side of his own body. Byleth was forced into a "Y" shape before the tall redhead with his socked feet rubbing their tops against the small of the rider's back. He was helpless as the man began unbuckling and removing his armor and simply tossing it aside as they flew, leaving a trail of Byleth's armor and clothes on their trip to Castle Muspel. He left the man's cape and then once again dug his fingers right into the ashen demons poor defenseless pits. Byleth's deep laughter sang out like a siren as they both exited the battlefield and was not unheard by the little ones he'd given himself to protect.
The former Michalis played in Byleth's pits while at the same time giving him an emotionless speech about what was to become of him. "You, worm are the newest trophy of King Surtr of Muspel. Acquaint yourself with these sensations as they will soon be your all." The fingers traced the muscles of Byleth's hollows as he narrated and really prevented the warrior from paying attention to this ticklish orientation but still, his captor pushed on. "Your time as a warrior is now over. Now begins your new life as a tickle bitch for the King of Muspel. You will be educated, scrubbed and displayed as such. Any attempts at disobedience will be met with tickling." Michalis's hands now trailed out of the pits and began tracing shapes along Byleth's quivering sides turning him down from howling to simple sputtering at the slower-paced torment. The footman leaning forward and delivering a sloppy wet raspberry to his taut stomach though spiked him back up to the same level of teary-eyed hilarity. "If you are loyal to my King Surtr you will be rewarded, with more tickling. Should you be bored feel free to say, we will tickle you. If you are tired of tickling we will tickle you until you love it to the point that you will hate it again. This will be your morning, noon and night. King Surtr will eat his breakfast from your navel, his lunch between your buttocks and his dinner off your feet. Get dirty? That's tickles. Too clean? Time for tickles."
Michalis's hands wandered up along Byleth's chest until the fingers clasped the man's nipples. They began scratching below the nubs as the warrior howled in gibbering laughter. He pulled at the ropes around his wrists with all the strength he could muster but had no idea that pulling on one simply made the other tighter and got his nipples a good toggling as payment for it. The fingers roamed down to his chest and began playing with the muscles there as the Wyvern Rider sneered at him. "Don't worry about your friends. Eventually, they'll join you and you'll tickle them into becoming just like you as I am doing to you now." The fingers fluttered on Byleth's ribs before raking up his cheat and neck to tickle beneath his nose for a second. Byleth sneezed and bucked wildly as the footman reached down and undid one of his own boots. Plopping the sore size 14 on his captive's chest he nudged the man's still tingling nose with his toes until he calmed down.
"Give these some love and I may see to getting you abit of a softer position in the trophy wall." Byleth turned away from the disgusting offer earning him a scoff from the redhead. "Suit yourself, though we do have quite a ride still. Let's see if we can't make you see reason." Michalis then embarked on a ruthless campaign all along Byleth's chest as they flew to Castle Muspel with the sound of the teacher's laughter being dropped like bombs behind them. The fingers started on the hips and quickly spread out over that region and established their control. They then set out on a brutal campaign up along the stomach to take each and every abdominal muscle as a captive through horrible fluttering and hard scratches.
Byleth's hysterical begging acted as a backdrop for their surrounding of his navel and the absolute age it felt like to him as the fluttering fingers just waited outside the divot as if they planned to starve it out. When they finally charged into the deep indent Byleth gasped and lost control of himself, staining his undergarments with the white leak he'd just sprung. Michalis forged on to see if he could duplicate the feat by laying siege to the man's ribs. Starting at the base of each and following it in a reckless charge before backtracking with light scratches and moving on to the next ticklish bone. Byleth went to kiss the massive foot obstructing his vision but it cruelly withdrew to a taunting cry of how he'd have to work for it. His nipples fell to twin sieges as he begged and pleaded of the footman to allow him to lick and worship his foot into royal jelly.
"JUST PLEASE! MERCY!!" "Ohh mercy is it now? I offered you some earlier and you were quite ungrateful but now you want it? My friend, you'll have to earn it now. Really stretch if you wanna get it." Byleth craned his neck as far as he could get as the footman was once again in his tender pitties until he could just barely scrape the tip of his nose along the long and meaty sole. That was the best he could do and he tried his hardest at it until the foot suddenly came forward and engulfed his face. With the warm flesh on his face, he kissed and moaned while begging for mercy through mouthfuls of flesh. The Wyvern's rider slipped his other foot out of the saddle and boot to add it to Byleth's face as well. The redhead reclined and enjoyed the rest of their flight to Muspel like that.
Byleth lost himself in his new role as a foot buffer to the point that it wasn't until he felt the Red Wyvern land that he realized they had arrived. The former king went to dismount and seconds after exiting Byleth's sight he heard him laughing his head off and a feminine voice teasing him. "Mickie! I'm so glad your back! I missed teasing these ticklish boats of yours! I got new feathers for it and everything! Coochie coo!" "MAHAHRIA LET ME GEHEHET DOWN! GAHAHHA STAHAHP! I'L FAHAHAALLL! GAHAAHHHA!" Byleth heard a crash but no pause in the footman's laughter as a pair of guards undid the cords around his wrists. He thought to himself about using this as his chance to make a run for it but found he had no energy to do so or even breathe for that matter. Instead, he could do nothing as the soldiers got under his shoulders and led him away. He saw very clearly the now leggy and much older Maria sitting atop the ankles of her older brother and stroking a pair of feathers along his large soles. The formerly powerful man pounded his fist on the ground as she did so and had slipped beyond coherent begging into simply whining. They exited the open area of the castle and stopped though Byleth was still watching the fate of the wyvern rider. Suddenly long nails skittered along his ribs and he was reminded where he was. Turning back his vision was suddenly overtaken by a pair of red lips locking with his own. He weakly twitched as this tall woman's tongue invaded his mouth and her fingers coaxed life out of his own by using his abs as a keyboard. When she released him he gasped for breath as it had felt as if she'd sucked the last bit of air from his lungs. His eyes fluttered as his knees gave out and his last sight was Thorr blowing him a kiss and whispering "Don't want to be late for class."
When Byleth awoke he was seated, he tried to stand and found himself unable. His ankles were clamped to the legs of the chair he was sat in and the desk before him had his wrists clamped to it. He pulled at both but besides kicking up a din, not much else got accomplished. The sound of a shush from the darkness got his attention and now that his eyes had adjusted to the gloom a bit he could make out that he wasn't alone in this situation. Ahead of his was another person in the same set-up but smaller. He saw a pair of small feet with pudgy toes curled defensively and a shock of green hair and for a second thought that Lugh had been captured despite his sacrifice. He noticed a few differences in the young man before him and did recall the boy saying he had a brother who'd been captured, this must be him. "Make too much noise and you'll get us all in trouble."
Byleth heeded the advice and quieted down but looked around to see even more captives. Quite a few actually, on either side of him was a pair of fellow Heroes he recognized as the Princesses, Altena, and Minerva. Beyond them though were rows upon rows of desks all occupied by people in various garbs. He saw villagers, soldiers and even shopkeeps all shackled to these desks with their feet and chests, bared just like him and the others. Some groggily looked around like him but for every five like that, there was one like Raigh sitting straight up with a forced smile on their face eyes darting nervously about. The sound of clapping was heard somewhere and the nervous all seemed to jump as one collectively. Somewhere in the massive room, he heard a voice and then hysterical laughter, that went on for a solid couple uninterrupted minutes until it took on a desperate edge.
Finally, he heard something that sounded like gears clanking and peered through the dark as far as he could. He could just make out the shape of woman walking towards them from a conspicuously empty space in the middle of the regiments of desks. She stopped at another desk where a woman trembled before her attention and seemed to ask a question of them which made them shake their head. The woman clapped and the floor opened up beneath the "Student" and hands emerged that ravaged her trapped feet. The woman's laughter made her chair sink into the floor each time she sounded out it seemed to get worse with each inch of her lost to it. The question-asker walked around behind her and supplied attention to the captive's breasts from behind as well. The woman laughed her head off and begged for mercy before her captor but Byleth saw her get none. Instead, she sank deeper and deeper into the ground as the muscular Jotunn tickled whatever part of her was still protruding until she was gone.
The torturer rounded to look at Byleth and the professor turned away quickly in fear, trying not to catch the woman's eye. A strong hand took the Son of Jeralt's chin though and forced him eye to eye with Thorr, Sister of Loki. "Ahhh already afraid? My you're quick to learn. Too quick I'd wager, almost as if somebody has been talking in class." She turned and looked at the little feet of Raigh which curled in fear. She took a step over and poked them in the center with her own big toe making the youth "eep" cutely. "N-n-no tea-teacher it wasn't me! I did-didn't ta-talk in class! Ple-please it wasn't me!" "Ohhh? Now you're calling your teacher a liar? That's not something a good little student would do either." Thorr continued to drag her toe around Raigh's little foot and made the dark mage snort and snicker, causing him to sink further and further each time he laughed and make the young Heroes situation more precarious. A sneeze rang out and Thorr's head jerked towards the random soldier who'd done it and stalked off to punish him. Raigh panted and whined as he tried to get his breath back and steady how much he'd sunk towards the floor.
"Are you alrig-" Byleth tried to ask but was harshly cut off. "Be quiet, fool! Talking will only bring her back here!" Had Raigh been but an inch taller his feet would already be sunk into the floor. Byleth had no idea what dwelled down there but judging by how much louder her current victim got when his feet went in, he assumed it to be nothing good. Thorr's eye had been taken by a strapping villager and now as he begged and sank. Byleth looked about at his surroundings for a way to escape but found nothing that could help. Minerva and Altena pulled at their bindings and each had no more luck than he. Raigh tried to motion the two to stop, hissing that the noise would bring their captor back but they either couldn't hear the boy or didn't care. Instead, the strong Wyvern Riders grunted as they pulled at the creaking metal of their desks while Thorr continued to shuffle her way between the desks to goose and tease the victims into beginning their manic descents.
Finally, with a loud snap, Minerva got her arm free by breaking the manacle on her desk. She flexed her free arm only to have it seized by the wrist from behind by Thorr. Despite the great strength, the Crimson Dragoon possessed the general easily held her flexing arm with only her fingers. Veins popped on the princess's shoulder as she tried to pull away but her grunts turned to giggles as Thorr skittered her nails down the captive arm she had. The devilish gray fingernails came down Minerva's arm and found a place in her hairless hollows, mining for giggles.
"Well you did raise your hand, so I suppose I'll answer your question Minerva-kins. What did you want to ask of your beloved teacher?" Minerva shook her and roared in laughter like her wyvern taking off as instead, she sank towards the floor. Byleth watched in horror as her 13's met the floor and started to push through. "WHAHAHAT THE DEHEHEVIL IS DOWN THERE?!? GAHAHAA" she roared as her feet disappeared into the ground. Thorr looked up from how she'd been nuzzling the woman's palm with a look of trivial annoyance. "Well, I suppose that is a question. It's a special creature Lord Surtr had brought here. Nothing like anything I've ever seen, just a bundle of tentacles that exude soap! There's a mouth in there with a tongue somewhere that loves the taste of soapy skin so when you're all nice and lathery it can lick you down and start all over."
Minerva had lost everything below her knee's now to the floor and was sinking faster as the creature exploring her knee's made her laugh even harder. It scrubbed hard and applied a tongue to whatever areas it viewed as sufficiently basted in its soapy juices. Thorr applied her own size 14 to Minerva's taut stomach so as to wiggle her toes inside the woman's navel and speed her descent by adding ridiculous snorts to the woman's hysterical threats.
"I think Princess Minerva can handle the rest of this on her own. Now, who's next? Oooh, how about the little one?" Raigh started struggling in his bonds in desperation as Thorr calmly strode over to tease the young adult's ears. Raigh's lips trembled as she teased them and stroked her foot along his calf. The little dark mage pounded his fist with a smile so big it threatened the top of his head with falling off. Thorr got her fingers under his arms and Raigh started thrashing. The normally collected mage pulled and begged Thorr for mercy but a little giggle snuck into his words. His chair sank and his tiny feet went down into the floor where Byleth could see them start pulling and jumping at the scrubbing from below. He broke down quickly and his descent sped up accordingly while Thorr turned her attention to her next target. Byleth swallowed as she approached him and tried to pull back in his seat. She placed a pair of fingers on his shackled wrist and started walking them up his forearm while teasing him.
"Now you I was looking forward to the most. Normally these mass re-education are for the rank and file we capture rather than you 'Heroes' but you four were snuck in for a reason. These troops need leaders. A young genius like Raigh, a powerhouse like Princess Minerva-kins and a vanguard like Altena. Oh and you, of course, have the most important role so pay close attention. You'll be taking over these classes for me and training the new soldiers. So make sure you take notes." Byleth went to say something but a pair of fingers digging in under his chin made the words die in his throat. He did his best to hold back the laughter so as not to end up like Raigh and Minerva who were currently up to their waist and shoulders respectively. The way that the powerful woman was blowing in his ear though was quickly breaking him down. Trying to turn away just caused a tongue to pursue the runaway ear and guide some naughty teeth to his earlobe. They gently chewed upon the skin as if it was bubblegum until he heard a crack behind him.
Just like Minerva, Altena had managed to get herself free somewhat. shattering the cuff on one of her ankles, her leg shot out but was quickly seized by Thorr's iron grip. the woman wrapped an arm around her ankle and started trailing one finger up the warrior's massive size 15 she held captive. "Now these are quite the treasure. Why Altena you should be quite glad that I'm the one who found these as a good few people in this army would never have let something this delectable touch the floor again." She trailed a finger along the big foot, gliding up the sole and cresting at the ball before sliding back down along the side and getting in between the toes. Altena pulled at her bonds and grunted but got no lee-way as Thorr dug her nails into the meaty ball of her foot. Byleth noticed that the material of her other cuffs were different colors than the one that broke and realized that her breaking loose was probably planned.
Thorr slid her tongue into the woman's toes and Altena threw her head side to side in madness. Her cheeks bulged as they flushed bright red in her efforts to try and hold back the laughter in her chest but as Thorr pinched the stems of each toe she held captive and teased the strong woman about her big ticklish weaknesses she could hold it no longer. Altena broke down into snorting belly laughs prompting Thorr to release her feet and chase after the woman's muscled stomach. She danced her nails along her abs as the woman's chained foot sank down into a soapy hell. Thorr's fingers wandered up and began tickling the undersides of the Dragoon's breasts as her free leg kicked wildly.
Thorr looked up at Byleth and wiggled her fingers menacingly towards the Professor before turning back to squeeze the now disappearing thigh of Altena. He saw Minerva who was now just a head and one trapped hand, openly weeping as she begged for no more on her poor toes and Raigh who was still trying to stay quiet despite being up to his armpits. Byleth admired the 19-year old's dedication but knew that his small feet and thin legs were probably on their fifth or sixth scrubbing down there by now. He felt a finger scratching his own sole and let out a startled giggle starting his own descent.
The man's foot was being tended to by the deceptively quick Thorr who must have stalked over behind him the second he'd turned his back. Now he tried his best to hold back any laughter to stop this going any further. She pushed up on his rough heels to dip his long toes forward and through the ground. They suddenly entered a world of warmth and in seconds were restricted. The teary-eyed teacher felt the digits suddenly trapped by thin feeling lassoes that kept them from pulling away and in seconds he felt a small brush being scrubbed horizontally across each of their pads and snorted hard while trying to hold his laughter in. Thorr dragging her knuckles along his arch certainly wasn't helping his attempts to remain quiet and the feeling of the devilish woman's tongue slipping into his knee pit shattered his silence and put him solidly into belly laughs. He wheezed and shook as the big balls of his broad feet sank into the ground as well and were greeted by what felt like fleshy toothbrushes. They further spread the soap gathering between his toes into up along his feet which were rapidly granting it more land. Even as his arches descended downwards to their soapy rewards, Thorr stayed fixated on his heels. She scratched their bottoms, pinched their backs and as they also sank down to the depths like a sinking ship even graced with a kiss good-bye by his cruel new mistress.
Once his boats were officially the toys of the soapy sea beast below she gave him rest. From here at least as his feet were still being soaped, scrubbed and licked repeatedly down outside of his view. Still being attacked only on one front allowed Bylly to spare an eye to the plight of his comrades. All but he and Altena now sunk to the point where only their heads protruded from the ground like some kind of hysterical cabbage. Judging by how everyone else in the room was in similar situations the professor deduced that was the stopping point for their punishments.
He heard shockingly girlish laughter from behind him and turned to see a teary Altena had now lost her thighs to the beast which judging by her pitch was quite the sensitive spot. She kept her one free leg extended as far as she could and although it was now gone to the knee it was still standing it's one big foot free. "NO! NO! DOHON'T GAHAHAHA! GEEHEHET AWAY FROM MY FOOHOOT!" This may not have been such a big advantage as Thorr pounced on it and slurping her tongue along her warm sole as the woman begged. Her descent sped up until she was now gone below the ribs. "WHAHAHAT IN NAAHGAAHA'S NAME IS IHIHIN MY BEEHEHELLY BUTTON?! BWAHAAHAHA MEERHCY! MEHEHERCY!" Altena sank noticeably quicker after her navel was invaded but Thorr showed not even an ounce of mercy. Digging her fingers into the undersides of the woman's breasts and teasing her about how much soap was going to fit on these cute little things soon.
Byleth looked away and gasped as somehow she was right back in front of him. Before he could even begin to wonder how Thorr dug her fingers into his defenseless pits and began skittering her nails along with the musculature inside combined with the feeling of the brushes betwixt his toes and what felt like a soapy loofah buffing up his arch the swordsman snapped. He threw his head back in uncontrollable laughter as his sinking sped up. By the time he managed to get himself under control his thighs were being soaped up by the creature from the depths. Thorr booped his nose and stepped away again to tend to little Raigh who was stubbornly only down to his stomach. Through teary eyes, Byleth saw two Thorr's squat before the young man and begin teasing his ears to force him to giggle his way down.
Byleth had no way of knowing that one of Thorr's favorite tricks for her re-education classes was to involve her sister Loki so as to give the illusion of being everywhere to her victims. It had gotten all of the Heroes she now held hostage quite nicely before she'd dropped the facade. Now as a red-faced Raigh sank into the ground her and her darling sister joined arm and smother the 19-year-old's face with their matching massive 13's the short mage was gagged with a pair of chunky big toes that he still managed to sputter out chuckles around as the sadistic sisters waved his sinking form goodbye. Once he was sufficiently planted they turned their attention back to their main course.
At this point Byleth was naught but a head and shoulders with the rest of his body feeling as if it was submerged in a cocoon of soapy, constantly scrubbing brushes. Still, as the two walked over and raised those big feet of theirs above his head shook in an appeal for mercy all the same. It failed and his world became warm and pink and the soreness of his throat from laughter. The women ran their feet on his face as he sunk down to his neck and felt his pants being undone. His cock was pulled free and bathed in soapy brushes and as he spilled his seed it was mixed in as well. His head spun and he lost consciousness as he heard the two giggling at his loss and the feeling of the rotating brushes going between his toes.
When Byleth awoke it was once more to the sound of his comrades coming to but this time they were short one. Byleth awoke with his wrists chained and on either side of him were young Raigh and the brave Altena. All three of them had been on their knees with their wrists chained above them to some sort of console. The other two quickly got to their feet but the ever astute professor stopped to puzzle at the surface beneath them. The three had been standing atop a surface of soft feathers but looking backward it only seemed to extend for three or so feet. Byleth puzzled at this and noted that the surface was raised above the normal ground as well before seeing what the others were looking at. Strapped to a chair before them with her wrists and ankles strapped to the rests and legs of the throne she was in was there comrade Minerva. A tight strip of leather was between her teeth and she fidgeted as a pair of black feathers were run along her neck.
The two feathers were wielded by a duo of tall redheads that bore a strong resemblance to her. Byleth recognized one as the Wyvern Rider that had captured him and the other as the one who had tackled him down on his arrival. He realized they must all be related as Michalis and Maria stroked the feathers along Minerva's neck. A pinch to the ball of his exposed foot made him jump and quickly get to his feet as Thorr teased her fingers along his spine until he stood with the others. He went to speak but again Raigh silenced him with a look that said to do so would invite further punishment.
Thorr padded her massive feet over to the tortured Minerva and waved for her minions to stop. They did but in an instant, the leggy Maria had pulled her big brother's foot over into her lap and dragging feathers along the sole. He clapped his hands over his mouth as Thorr began to explain what was to be expected of the three. "Congratulations you three! You've made it to the next class! Princess Minerva wasn't as lucky and the chaff will be repeating the class. However, our Bright Pink Dragoon here still has a bit of a rebellious spirit so I decided to have her volunteer herself as a learning aid. Try to earn a little extra credit so to speak? My general's need to be trained as the best ticklers so we'll use her to recognize effectiveness in our Anatomy class."
Michalis was squirming on the ground as Maria was now sucking upon his toes, his will broke and he burst into boisterous laughter but without missing a beat Thorr quickly muffled his chuckles by pressing her meaty foot over his mouth. At the same time, her other foot invaded Maria's rear and started wiggling it's strong toes along inside the cheeks and along the back of her clit. She stood there proudly bringing both siblings to ejaculation as Minerva howled into her gag at this wretched woman to stop disrespecting her siblings. Byleth and his comrades could do nothing but watch this display as Thorr resumed her explanation after having pacified her teacher's aides. "So it will work as such. I will attack three parts on the naughty Minerva and it will be up to you three to tell me which spot was the most ticklish. Get it correct and I will release you. Incorrect and...well you'll see. Now let us-" "Wait!" Byleth interrupted "There are three of us. What will happen if we each have different opinions?" "Ohh as to be expected of an academic. You are a group and will fail or pass as one. I suggest one of you take on the responsibility of being the leader." "Hmmph, then I nominate the Professor here. He seems the most intellectually inclined." Altena said promoting a nod from Raigh as well. "Very well then it's decided." She stepped off the sticky Michalis and Maria and they both quickly retook their feathers and prepared for the game.
"Now! Let us begin, the first spot will be Minerva's toes." Minerva pulled at her bonds as the two sawed those devilish feathers into her stubby toes back and forth and seemed to get even louder as they got deeper in. Altena winced at that one which Byleth saw drew a raised eyebrow from Thorr who snapped her fingers. "Armpits." Maria and Michalis scrambled to their feet and drove their fluffy daggers up into Minerva's defenseless hollows. She danced between them trying to pull away from whichever was going deeper at the moment only to get the same from the other as her cheeks flushed and drool spilled down her chin. Byleth thought of how that must feel and tried to clamp his own tight in this vulnerable position. "Knees now pets." Minerva's knees were suddenly attacked by the pair of feathers which swung over them mockingly like pendulum's as her sibling's nails dug into their backsides. Raigh flushed at how the prisoner was bouncing at the attack on her knee's and was having a hard time realizing that this bright red test subject was the same Dragoon that had smashed her way into Muspel only a week ago. They all saw how her feet were still not left be as each of them were enveloped in her siblings. The big feet of Michalis enveloping her own 12's in his larger ones while Maria's bubbly little toes dug into her much larger ones despite being quite smaller. Thorr held up a clenched fist and once again the two stopped but again in seconds Maria had wrestled her brother's foot into her lap and the feather went to work.
"Now class. Which area was Minerva's worst? Was it her Toes, Knees or Pits? Answer quickly." "I think it was the toes. She fought the hardest to keep it in at that and I think it was too hard." "Oooh, a quick answer from Mister Byleth. How about it Miss Minerva is he right?" The gagged Minerva nodded her head eliciting a cheer from the three captured Heroes. She tried to weakly smile along but Thorr simply snapped her fingers and Minerva's ears were under a feathery assault from Michalis and Maria. They purposely drove her head to flee from their assault until it looked slightly like she was shaking her head side to side. "Ahhh our judge deem's you incorrect, So sorry." The feathery surface beneath them made a noise and started to move backward at a slow pace. They all looked in confusion at it until they were reminded of the shackles on their wrists and took steps to not be dragged off their feet. Each of them felt the rub as they put their feet down and the feathery material coating the platform drove up into their soles, arches and between their toes. The three all snickered at the light tickles but wondered if this was really all Thorr had to offer with this. Only Byleth wondered how fast this could go with a feeling in his stomach that he was going to find out. "Okay, now class round two. Focus up you two!" Michalis got his toes back with a loud pop as they exited Maria's mouth so that the two could scramble to attention. Byleth saw the pleading look from Minerva to her brother be met with only wiggling fingers and his heart went out to the woman.
"Now! Let us begin with the navel!" The two redheaded devils were quick to drive their feathers into Minerva's petite button and shoved at each other to jockey for position in it as she howled and pulled at her bonds. Altena took a wrong step and howled as the feathers drove up between her long toes startling both the boys. Thorr clapped and yelled out the next target while smiling at the show. "Next up pets, Let us try the nose!" Minerva went pale at the announcement and shook her head as her sibling put their feathers on either side of her proud nose and began twitling them like brushes to make her go nuts. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried to pull away from the feathers before she exploded forwards with a sneeze that shook her whole body. This only got her shoulders restrained by her siblings and to allow them uninterrupted access to her as that happened again and again.
Similarly, Altena once again howled out as her foot was stroked in a sensitive spot by one of the passing bumps in their treadmill. This startled Raigh who nearly tripped but was caught by Byleth offering a gentle knee to the lad. This though kept Byleth's foot still and allowed something beneath the path to swell up and vibrate against his arch. He yelped at it and so did Raigh as a similar effect happened to him. Thorr smiled at how the three were howling and dancing on the lowest setting before calling out the third spot. "Thighs, pets! Thighs!" The feathers dipped down and began stroking along Minerva's powerful thighs as the woman pulled at her bonds. These, however, were not gimmicked like before and as such, she was going to stay put even as Thorr walked over and cupped her cheeks to allow her to stroke the woman's nose while the feathers danced up her thighs. She shrieked into her gag for mercy but only blasted drool around it and made herself look even more pitiful.
Thorr clapped her hands and her minions stopped while she turned to Byleth and his allies with a smirk on her face. "Minions, present your feet to the class." Michalis and Maria were both quick to place one foot each up on the console before the heroes as Thorr placed her own deceptively soft 13 between the two. "Now my students make a choice. Tickle Maria's little toes if you believe the navel to be the right answer, Michalis proud soles of a tickle slut for the thighs or my own for the nose. Make the right choice and your free to go." Without a moment's hesitation, Altena dove forward and seized Thorr by the foot. Holding the top of the general's foot hostage she dug her nails into the arch and threw herself atop the console. She pulled her big feet off the treadmill as Michalis and Maria fell on their rears in surprise at the sudden attack. She wrestled Thorr's foot in between her legs and was soon chewing on the strong toes as the general collapsed onto her rear as well.
"Did you think we were just going to along with your sick games? Now you're my prisoner woman! Unless you want this foot of yours to go through quite a bit of attention you'll follow my demands." "Nohohooo! Please! Meehhercy! Don't tickle my heels!" "Oh? Are they ticklish? These pretty heels of yours?" Altena's nails dug into the heels and Thorr's entire body shook on the ground Michalis and Maria came forwards but Altena took a long lap up the heel and made the woman scream. "Tell them to stay back or I'll be quite mean to my tasty lollypop here." Thorr frantically waved her hands for mercy and the two fell back. Altena rewarded her with a vicious toe-twiddling and began listing off her demands. "This little piggie will have me unchained." "Nohooho! NAHAHT THE PIHIHGGIES! THEIR TOO TIHIHCKLISH IF YOU BITE THEHEM! DOHOHO WHAT SHE SAYS!" The two redheads did as asked and crept forward to release the chains on Altena's wrists. She nodded back to Byleth and Raigh.
"Don't worry friends I'm not leaving anyone behind. Because next this little piggy will free Minerva, what a generously little ticklish piggy it is! Goochie, goochie!" "GAHAHAH DO AS SHE SAYS! DO IT!" Michalis undid Minerva's restraints and then yelped as she immediately tackled him to the ground and began blasting sloppy raspberries into his abs. He kicked and whined until Altena gave her the next command. "This little piggy gonna have her slaves tie themselves up. Cause they're coming with us too! Ooooh, what a nice piggy does it want a kiss?" Altena didn't wait for an answer and happily smooched the captive toe as Michalis and Maria chained themselves up.
"Now free us quickly! Come we need to run already Altena!" Byleth shouted making Raigh jump, he shook his head and grimaced. He like Byleth saw something was wrong. Altena, however, ignored them and kept on with the punishment. "Now is this little piggy Mama's tickle bitch? Is she? Tell mama you're her tickle bit-WHHAA!" Thorr pulled her foot back with such speed that Altena lost her balance and tumbled right into Thorr's lap. She could do nothing as Thorr quickly wrapped her legs around the woman and whistled. Michalis, Maria, and Minerva all bounded over quickly shedding the false chains.
They sprung on Altena like wild animals and suddenly she was in frantic hilarity. Thorr was quick to gag her with her own long toes shoved down the woman's throat so that she could slobber on those as the red-headed trios tongues invaded in between and underneath her toes while their fingers raked her full course soles. The Macedon sibling's feet were quickly shoved into her face and Thorr took an arm around her shoulders to make sure they smothered the brunette's face from all sides. She howled and drooled as Thorr kept her in a ticklish headlock as she slipped her feet free. She waved at Byleth and Raigh who both became acutely aware of the treadmill beneath them suddenly speeding up. They'd gone from idly walking to jogging to a breakneck sprint just to stay up, Byleth doubted this machine would pause and was proven right as a hysterical Raigh's feet shot out from under him. The youth ended up facedown into the feathers dangling by his chained wrists and laughing his head off as he was dragged through the fluffy trench.
Byleth felt the surface with each maddening toe assaulting step and it wasn't hard so the young adult would feel no pain. Instead he would feel the tickles as his belly, hips, cock and the entire front of his body was attacked by the fluffy feathers. A pair of guards stepped forward with knives drawn and used them to cut away his pants and robes until the short man was being dragged along completely naked. He continually tried to pull himself up by his wrists but only exposed his ticklish pits to the assault as well making him go slack as he was dragged along. To make escape even more impossible the two guards each seized one of Raigh's feet each and began trailing fingers along his pudgy soles as icing on the maddening cake.
Byleth wanted to help his comrade as well as Altena who was now flat on her belly with her hands restrained behind her back and mouth stuffed with Thorr's toes. Her massive feet were currently going through a massive assault from all three of the general's redheaded tickle pets including Minerva who had apparently been enjoying her ticklish treatments or had been broken to the point where she was told so now. Byleth took another step and got one of the big vibrating bumps in the treads driven between his baby toe and the one beside it. He jumped from that foot to the other and stumbled, almost going down but instead grinning and bearing it as his foot was raked with feathers and vibrating nubs slipping underneath it. He saw Thorr grinning as he finally went down and his vision wad filled with as his face was assaulted with the never-ending wave of feathers.
Another pair of guards were quickly behind him and set about cutting his clothes free to give him the full fluffy drag through hell. Thorr watched bemusedly at the shades of red she could make Altena turn by simply playing with the warrior's ears. Her pets meanwhile were experimenting with rotating their fingers between her toes and seeing which got the right pitch for her muffled whines. Maria slurped on her baby toes and directed traffic for her older siblings on where on the massive feet needed their tender loves. Byleth tried to hold on but his attempts to curl his naked form in protection were thwarted by the two soldiers taking his ankles just as they had Raigh. The two who had been handling climbed atop the feather mill and squatted over Byleth. Byleth looked over and saw Raigh dazedly chuckling with a vacant expression and feathers stuck all over his body. On closer inspection Byleth saw splotches of white all over the man's face.
The soldiers kept their legs spread so as not to step upon the platform and then reached down armed with wide paintbrushes and began dragging them up and down Byleth's firm buttcheeks. The professor laughed uproariously as the feathers ravaged all over him and his ass was given a coat of primer. With a ticklish full-body shudder Byleth cock released a thick stream of white that the feathers stroked and brushed and quickly cleaned off his dick before it could even soften. Byleth felt a wet slap on his cheek and saw a feather stuck there which made him realize what had happened to Raigh. The guards produced more brushes to dip into the feathers as Byleth shot another load to make the batch stickier. They brought out thin artist brushes to get between his toes, tease along his asshole and get into his ears as he fired another round and got stickier and more covered in feathers.
One of the guards at his feet felt daring and took a long lap up the teachers sole than smacked his lips. He called his friends over for a taste and that was just another level for Bylly as two more lengths of rope were created by his abused genitals which betrayed him by not even showing a hint of softening. They shot again as the guards set to painting his back and shoulders while more and more feathers became stuck to his face, chest and legs. Byleth just kept shooting until he lost count and was in nothing but a fluffy haze as the soldiers rolled him over to allow the treadmill to begin cum and feathering his back and tasty rear. Thorr watched it all with a smile as Raigh was unchained and dragged over.
The mage suddenly shook off the guards and tried to run but was stopped when the Macedon's all suddenly piled atop him to begin lapping at his small feet. Their laughter joined his as the feathers stuck all over the shaman's body tickled the trio's naked forms as they writhed atop him. In the space of this whole course of events Byleth had cum another three times and wasn't sure if he could handle another one. His cock was flaccidly pointed upwards yet still being teased by the feathers stuck all over his chest and crotch by his own milk. There was more than enough to allow his back to be tarred in the same such way and with not even a bit of energy left, Byleth had no choice but to lay back and take it. His soft cock was still teased by another paintbrush that also drew down his balls as his eyes got heavier and heavier. He saw a completely limp Raigh being dragged away leaving behind a trail of cum on the floor and finally succame to his exhaustion.
When Byleth's eyes opened again this time he was seated. His eyes took in the luxurious settings before him and the cups of tea made him roll his eyes. He saw Raigh across the table from him snickering and tried to stand but found that his ankles were strapped to the chairs legs and his thighs were also tied down. A gust of wind let him know that his trousers were still gone but he had at least been provided with a new sack-cloth shirt. A feature in the middle of the table caught his eyes as noticed a pair of massive feet protruding from the center of the table. Byleth recognized them as Altena's and from the direction they were pointed he was willing to place a gambit on her face under the table being currently smothered by Thorr's own massive feet. The general trailed her nails lightly along the massive soles until she saw that Byleth had awoken. She gave him what was meant to be a cute smile but which at this point made Byleth's blood run cold.
"Not happy to see me dear Professor? Let's change that! Children?" Byleth could do nothing as the felt his toes pried apart beneath the table and the spaces between invaded by questing fingers. He'd wondered what had become of the siblings but his vision of them all running their toes along the tops of Raigh's chubby feet had been obscured. Now though they were quick to focus on the professor's own broad soles as they worked their fingers under the trapped feet. Byleth pounded his fist on the table or at least wanted too. In reality he couldn't move at all for some reason. He tried to scream but could do nothing but think. He saw his hand reach out for a cup of the piping tea and had no control over it at all. His hand that was controlled by a stranger brought the concoction to his mouth and he sipped it despite it's strange color and smell. Whoever was controlling his body now then sat back and sighed contentedly while the Byleth who was now a passenger in his own body shrieked in hysterical fury as he felt three tongues now lapping at the tops of his feet beneath the table.
The Byleth at the table asked a terrified Raigh if he wouldn't be more comfortable embracing the tickles as he had and joining Thorr while the Byleth in his head begged for Michalis to stop chewing on his baby toe. Maria teased fingers beneath his knees while the outward Byleth smiled at Raigh and the inner one begged for mercy through weeping giggles. "Raigh it's truly freeing once you realize how much fun they are." The skin of Byleth's testicles was taken between Minerva's teeth and nibbled as in his head he yelled for aid from any of his students, fellow teachers or even the thirsty Manuela! "You are a smart young man. Would you rather see your friends bleeding or smiling? If we join forces with Thorr like she says and changes warfare to this manner just imagine it. Battlefields of writhing soldiers where the losing side simply has to walk with the tingly regrets on their soles rather than carrying their dead away."
A tongue whose owner was unknown ran up Byleth's calf and the version of him in his head had but a moment to take in his surroundings before those sensations made him burst into deep belly laughs. "The others will all see it our way as well with adequate convincing. Think upon this we've been prisoners for how long and have suffered not even a bit of pain? And no young man feathers do not hurt no matter how ticklish your toes are." The inner Byleth looked around at the empty room around him and the stone throne he was sat on. No matter how hard he strained he couldn't move from it any more than he could control the body he could see in his own head that he knew used to be his. The stranger wearing him continued on speaking oblivious to how the fingers were being twirled along the tops of his toes even as Byleth screamed in laughter at it.
"Why with this new power they've found even gods and divines will be shown the right path. That girl in my head was about your size so think of how you'll have a friend as well once she sees things our way!" Byleth's thighs were given sloppy raspberries as Thorr finally pulled herself away from dreamily stroking her finger along the quivering centerpiece of Altena's massive feet. "Ahh yes, that girl was quite the unexpected boon. The power she had was remarkable. She almost succeeded in getting you all out of here if it hadn't been for Queen Hel. That's what she gets for coming here of all places barefoot. I mean it's like she was asking for it! Once those feet of hers are given a good working over I'm sure she'll be happy to give us all the help we need in breaking in other dragon gods."
The inner Byleth struggled on the stone throne as his toes were forcibly twiddled by three separate games of "This Little Piggy" beginning and each going in different directions. His throat would have been sore from laughter but thankfully that strange tea seemed to be soothing it. The version of him that was now Thorr's minion smiled as fingers tickled the underside of his cock and feathers dragged along his hips. The one inside of him begged for mercy. Raigh shook his head in utter fear and he sighed. "I do wish you'd reconsider Raigh. Altena, Minerva and I are having a great time and would love for you to join us but so be it. Don't think I'll be going easy on you now that I'm in charge of tickle class. I can't show you any preferential treatment on my pride as a teacher. Would you at least do us the honor of enjoying the rest of this tea party with us?" "Yes let us get you your own dance partner Raigh." Thorr chimed in as she flipped a switch and Altena's feet were finally pulled through the table.
Raigh's eyes shot open and he was quickly dragged under the table to have his laughter joined with the Macedon's as Thorr went under as well to give her other pets some tickles. Byleth simply sipped his tea contentedly as all of their laughter blended in perfectly with that of the Laughing Boy on the Throne in his head.
Once he had Byleth where he wanted him, He turned the professor around and soon had cuffs attached to the saddles secured around his wrists. With the pull of a cord, Byleth's wrists were pulled taut to either side of the Wyvern and secured there while the footman wrapped a cord around the man's ankles on the other side of his own body. Byleth was forced into a "Y" shape before the tall redhead with his socked feet rubbing their tops against the small of the rider's back. He was helpless as the man began unbuckling and removing his armor and simply tossing it aside as they flew, leaving a trail of Byleth's armor and clothes on their trip to Castle Muspel. He left the man's cape and then once again dug his fingers right into the ashen demons poor defenseless pits. Byleth's deep laughter sang out like a siren as they both exited the battlefield and was not unheard by the little ones he'd given himself to protect.
The former Michalis played in Byleth's pits while at the same time giving him an emotionless speech about what was to become of him. "You, worm are the newest trophy of King Surtr of Muspel. Acquaint yourself with these sensations as they will soon be your all." The fingers traced the muscles of Byleth's hollows as he narrated and really prevented the warrior from paying attention to this ticklish orientation but still, his captor pushed on. "Your time as a warrior is now over. Now begins your new life as a tickle bitch for the King of Muspel. You will be educated, scrubbed and displayed as such. Any attempts at disobedience will be met with tickling." Michalis's hands now trailed out of the pits and began tracing shapes along Byleth's quivering sides turning him down from howling to simple sputtering at the slower-paced torment. The footman leaning forward and delivering a sloppy wet raspberry to his taut stomach though spiked him back up to the same level of teary-eyed hilarity. "If you are loyal to my King Surtr you will be rewarded, with more tickling. Should you be bored feel free to say, we will tickle you. If you are tired of tickling we will tickle you until you love it to the point that you will hate it again. This will be your morning, noon and night. King Surtr will eat his breakfast from your navel, his lunch between your buttocks and his dinner off your feet. Get dirty? That's tickles. Too clean? Time for tickles."
Michalis's hands wandered up along Byleth's chest until the fingers clasped the man's nipples. They began scratching below the nubs as the warrior howled in gibbering laughter. He pulled at the ropes around his wrists with all the strength he could muster but had no idea that pulling on one simply made the other tighter and got his nipples a good toggling as payment for it. The fingers roamed down to his chest and began playing with the muscles there as the Wyvern Rider sneered at him. "Don't worry about your friends. Eventually, they'll join you and you'll tickle them into becoming just like you as I am doing to you now." The fingers fluttered on Byleth's ribs before raking up his cheat and neck to tickle beneath his nose for a second. Byleth sneezed and bucked wildly as the footman reached down and undid one of his own boots. Plopping the sore size 14 on his captive's chest he nudged the man's still tingling nose with his toes until he calmed down.
"Give these some love and I may see to getting you abit of a softer position in the trophy wall." Byleth turned away from the disgusting offer earning him a scoff from the redhead. "Suit yourself, though we do have quite a ride still. Let's see if we can't make you see reason." Michalis then embarked on a ruthless campaign all along Byleth's chest as they flew to Castle Muspel with the sound of the teacher's laughter being dropped like bombs behind them. The fingers started on the hips and quickly spread out over that region and established their control. They then set out on a brutal campaign up along the stomach to take each and every abdominal muscle as a captive through horrible fluttering and hard scratches.
Byleth's hysterical begging acted as a backdrop for their surrounding of his navel and the absolute age it felt like to him as the fluttering fingers just waited outside the divot as if they planned to starve it out. When they finally charged into the deep indent Byleth gasped and lost control of himself, staining his undergarments with the white leak he'd just sprung. Michalis forged on to see if he could duplicate the feat by laying siege to the man's ribs. Starting at the base of each and following it in a reckless charge before backtracking with light scratches and moving on to the next ticklish bone. Byleth went to kiss the massive foot obstructing his vision but it cruelly withdrew to a taunting cry of how he'd have to work for it. His nipples fell to twin sieges as he begged and pleaded of the footman to allow him to lick and worship his foot into royal jelly.
"JUST PLEASE! MERCY!!" "Ohh mercy is it now? I offered you some earlier and you were quite ungrateful but now you want it? My friend, you'll have to earn it now. Really stretch if you wanna get it." Byleth craned his neck as far as he could get as the footman was once again in his tender pitties until he could just barely scrape the tip of his nose along the long and meaty sole. That was the best he could do and he tried his hardest at it until the foot suddenly came forward and engulfed his face. With the warm flesh on his face, he kissed and moaned while begging for mercy through mouthfuls of flesh. The Wyvern's rider slipped his other foot out of the saddle and boot to add it to Byleth's face as well. The redhead reclined and enjoyed the rest of their flight to Muspel like that.
Byleth lost himself in his new role as a foot buffer to the point that it wasn't until he felt the Red Wyvern land that he realized they had arrived. The former king went to dismount and seconds after exiting Byleth's sight he heard him laughing his head off and a feminine voice teasing him. "Mickie! I'm so glad your back! I missed teasing these ticklish boats of yours! I got new feathers for it and everything! Coochie coo!" "MAHAHRIA LET ME GEHEHET DOWN! GAHAHHA STAHAHP! I'L FAHAHAALLL! GAHAAHHHA!" Byleth heard a crash but no pause in the footman's laughter as a pair of guards undid the cords around his wrists. He thought to himself about using this as his chance to make a run for it but found he had no energy to do so or even breathe for that matter. Instead, he could do nothing as the soldiers got under his shoulders and led him away. He saw very clearly the now leggy and much older Maria sitting atop the ankles of her older brother and stroking a pair of feathers along his large soles. The formerly powerful man pounded his fist on the ground as she did so and had slipped beyond coherent begging into simply whining. They exited the open area of the castle and stopped though Byleth was still watching the fate of the wyvern rider. Suddenly long nails skittered along his ribs and he was reminded where he was. Turning back his vision was suddenly overtaken by a pair of red lips locking with his own. He weakly twitched as this tall woman's tongue invaded his mouth and her fingers coaxed life out of his own by using his abs as a keyboard. When she released him he gasped for breath as it had felt as if she'd sucked the last bit of air from his lungs. His eyes fluttered as his knees gave out and his last sight was Thorr blowing him a kiss and whispering "Don't want to be late for class."
When Byleth awoke he was seated, he tried to stand and found himself unable. His ankles were clamped to the legs of the chair he was sat in and the desk before him had his wrists clamped to it. He pulled at both but besides kicking up a din, not much else got accomplished. The sound of a shush from the darkness got his attention and now that his eyes had adjusted to the gloom a bit he could make out that he wasn't alone in this situation. Ahead of his was another person in the same set-up but smaller. He saw a pair of small feet with pudgy toes curled defensively and a shock of green hair and for a second thought that Lugh had been captured despite his sacrifice. He noticed a few differences in the young man before him and did recall the boy saying he had a brother who'd been captured, this must be him. "Make too much noise and you'll get us all in trouble."
Byleth heeded the advice and quieted down but looked around to see even more captives. Quite a few actually, on either side of him was a pair of fellow Heroes he recognized as the Princesses, Altena, and Minerva. Beyond them though were rows upon rows of desks all occupied by people in various garbs. He saw villagers, soldiers and even shopkeeps all shackled to these desks with their feet and chests, bared just like him and the others. Some groggily looked around like him but for every five like that, there was one like Raigh sitting straight up with a forced smile on their face eyes darting nervously about. The sound of clapping was heard somewhere and the nervous all seemed to jump as one collectively. Somewhere in the massive room, he heard a voice and then hysterical laughter, that went on for a solid couple uninterrupted minutes until it took on a desperate edge.
Finally, he heard something that sounded like gears clanking and peered through the dark as far as he could. He could just make out the shape of woman walking towards them from a conspicuously empty space in the middle of the regiments of desks. She stopped at another desk where a woman trembled before her attention and seemed to ask a question of them which made them shake their head. The woman clapped and the floor opened up beneath the "Student" and hands emerged that ravaged her trapped feet. The woman's laughter made her chair sink into the floor each time she sounded out it seemed to get worse with each inch of her lost to it. The question-asker walked around behind her and supplied attention to the captive's breasts from behind as well. The woman laughed her head off and begged for mercy before her captor but Byleth saw her get none. Instead, she sank deeper and deeper into the ground as the muscular Jotunn tickled whatever part of her was still protruding until she was gone.
The torturer rounded to look at Byleth and the professor turned away quickly in fear, trying not to catch the woman's eye. A strong hand took the Son of Jeralt's chin though and forced him eye to eye with Thorr, Sister of Loki. "Ahhh already afraid? My you're quick to learn. Too quick I'd wager, almost as if somebody has been talking in class." She turned and looked at the little feet of Raigh which curled in fear. She took a step over and poked them in the center with her own big toe making the youth "eep" cutely. "N-n-no tea-teacher it wasn't me! I did-didn't ta-talk in class! Ple-please it wasn't me!" "Ohhh? Now you're calling your teacher a liar? That's not something a good little student would do either." Thorr continued to drag her toe around Raigh's little foot and made the dark mage snort and snicker, causing him to sink further and further each time he laughed and make the young Heroes situation more precarious. A sneeze rang out and Thorr's head jerked towards the random soldier who'd done it and stalked off to punish him. Raigh panted and whined as he tried to get his breath back and steady how much he'd sunk towards the floor.
"Are you alrig-" Byleth tried to ask but was harshly cut off. "Be quiet, fool! Talking will only bring her back here!" Had Raigh been but an inch taller his feet would already be sunk into the floor. Byleth had no idea what dwelled down there but judging by how much louder her current victim got when his feet went in, he assumed it to be nothing good. Thorr's eye had been taken by a strapping villager and now as he begged and sank. Byleth looked about at his surroundings for a way to escape but found nothing that could help. Minerva and Altena pulled at their bindings and each had no more luck than he. Raigh tried to motion the two to stop, hissing that the noise would bring their captor back but they either couldn't hear the boy or didn't care. Instead, the strong Wyvern Riders grunted as they pulled at the creaking metal of their desks while Thorr continued to shuffle her way between the desks to goose and tease the victims into beginning their manic descents.
Finally, with a loud snap, Minerva got her arm free by breaking the manacle on her desk. She flexed her free arm only to have it seized by the wrist from behind by Thorr. Despite the great strength, the Crimson Dragoon possessed the general easily held her flexing arm with only her fingers. Veins popped on the princess's shoulder as she tried to pull away but her grunts turned to giggles as Thorr skittered her nails down the captive arm she had. The devilish gray fingernails came down Minerva's arm and found a place in her hairless hollows, mining for giggles.
"Well you did raise your hand, so I suppose I'll answer your question Minerva-kins. What did you want to ask of your beloved teacher?" Minerva shook her and roared in laughter like her wyvern taking off as instead, she sank towards the floor. Byleth watched in horror as her 13's met the floor and started to push through. "WHAHAHAT THE DEHEHEVIL IS DOWN THERE?!? GAHAHAA" she roared as her feet disappeared into the ground. Thorr looked up from how she'd been nuzzling the woman's palm with a look of trivial annoyance. "Well, I suppose that is a question. It's a special creature Lord Surtr had brought here. Nothing like anything I've ever seen, just a bundle of tentacles that exude soap! There's a mouth in there with a tongue somewhere that loves the taste of soapy skin so when you're all nice and lathery it can lick you down and start all over."
Minerva had lost everything below her knee's now to the floor and was sinking faster as the creature exploring her knee's made her laugh even harder. It scrubbed hard and applied a tongue to whatever areas it viewed as sufficiently basted in its soapy juices. Thorr applied her own size 14 to Minerva's taut stomach so as to wiggle her toes inside the woman's navel and speed her descent by adding ridiculous snorts to the woman's hysterical threats.
"I think Princess Minerva can handle the rest of this on her own. Now, who's next? Oooh, how about the little one?" Raigh started struggling in his bonds in desperation as Thorr calmly strode over to tease the young adult's ears. Raigh's lips trembled as she teased them and stroked her foot along his calf. The little dark mage pounded his fist with a smile so big it threatened the top of his head with falling off. Thorr got her fingers under his arms and Raigh started thrashing. The normally collected mage pulled and begged Thorr for mercy but a little giggle snuck into his words. His chair sank and his tiny feet went down into the floor where Byleth could see them start pulling and jumping at the scrubbing from below. He broke down quickly and his descent sped up accordingly while Thorr turned her attention to her next target. Byleth swallowed as she approached him and tried to pull back in his seat. She placed a pair of fingers on his shackled wrist and started walking them up his forearm while teasing him.
"Now you I was looking forward to the most. Normally these mass re-education are for the rank and file we capture rather than you 'Heroes' but you four were snuck in for a reason. These troops need leaders. A young genius like Raigh, a powerhouse like Princess Minerva-kins and a vanguard like Altena. Oh and you, of course, have the most important role so pay close attention. You'll be taking over these classes for me and training the new soldiers. So make sure you take notes." Byleth went to say something but a pair of fingers digging in under his chin made the words die in his throat. He did his best to hold back the laughter so as not to end up like Raigh and Minerva who were currently up to their waist and shoulders respectively. The way that the powerful woman was blowing in his ear though was quickly breaking him down. Trying to turn away just caused a tongue to pursue the runaway ear and guide some naughty teeth to his earlobe. They gently chewed upon the skin as if it was bubblegum until he heard a crack behind him.
Just like Minerva, Altena had managed to get herself free somewhat. shattering the cuff on one of her ankles, her leg shot out but was quickly seized by Thorr's iron grip. the woman wrapped an arm around her ankle and started trailing one finger up the warrior's massive size 15 she held captive. "Now these are quite the treasure. Why Altena you should be quite glad that I'm the one who found these as a good few people in this army would never have let something this delectable touch the floor again." She trailed a finger along the big foot, gliding up the sole and cresting at the ball before sliding back down along the side and getting in between the toes. Altena pulled at her bonds and grunted but got no lee-way as Thorr dug her nails into the meaty ball of her foot. Byleth noticed that the material of her other cuffs were different colors than the one that broke and realized that her breaking loose was probably planned.
Thorr slid her tongue into the woman's toes and Altena threw her head side to side in madness. Her cheeks bulged as they flushed bright red in her efforts to try and hold back the laughter in her chest but as Thorr pinched the stems of each toe she held captive and teased the strong woman about her big ticklish weaknesses she could hold it no longer. Altena broke down into snorting belly laughs prompting Thorr to release her feet and chase after the woman's muscled stomach. She danced her nails along her abs as the woman's chained foot sank down into a soapy hell. Thorr's fingers wandered up and began tickling the undersides of the Dragoon's breasts as her free leg kicked wildly.
Thorr looked up at Byleth and wiggled her fingers menacingly towards the Professor before turning back to squeeze the now disappearing thigh of Altena. He saw Minerva who was now just a head and one trapped hand, openly weeping as she begged for no more on her poor toes and Raigh who was still trying to stay quiet despite being up to his armpits. Byleth admired the 19-year old's dedication but knew that his small feet and thin legs were probably on their fifth or sixth scrubbing down there by now. He felt a finger scratching his own sole and let out a startled giggle starting his own descent.
The man's foot was being tended to by the deceptively quick Thorr who must have stalked over behind him the second he'd turned his back. Now he tried his best to hold back any laughter to stop this going any further. She pushed up on his rough heels to dip his long toes forward and through the ground. They suddenly entered a world of warmth and in seconds were restricted. The teary-eyed teacher felt the digits suddenly trapped by thin feeling lassoes that kept them from pulling away and in seconds he felt a small brush being scrubbed horizontally across each of their pads and snorted hard while trying to hold his laughter in. Thorr dragging her knuckles along his arch certainly wasn't helping his attempts to remain quiet and the feeling of the devilish woman's tongue slipping into his knee pit shattered his silence and put him solidly into belly laughs. He wheezed and shook as the big balls of his broad feet sank into the ground as well and were greeted by what felt like fleshy toothbrushes. They further spread the soap gathering between his toes into up along his feet which were rapidly granting it more land. Even as his arches descended downwards to their soapy rewards, Thorr stayed fixated on his heels. She scratched their bottoms, pinched their backs and as they also sank down to the depths like a sinking ship even graced with a kiss good-bye by his cruel new mistress.
Once his boats were officially the toys of the soapy sea beast below she gave him rest. From here at least as his feet were still being soaped, scrubbed and licked repeatedly down outside of his view. Still being attacked only on one front allowed Bylly to spare an eye to the plight of his comrades. All but he and Altena now sunk to the point where only their heads protruded from the ground like some kind of hysterical cabbage. Judging by how everyone else in the room was in similar situations the professor deduced that was the stopping point for their punishments.
He heard shockingly girlish laughter from behind him and turned to see a teary Altena had now lost her thighs to the beast which judging by her pitch was quite the sensitive spot. She kept her one free leg extended as far as she could and although it was now gone to the knee it was still standing it's one big foot free. "NO! NO! DOHON'T GAHAHAHA! GEEHEHET AWAY FROM MY FOOHOOT!" This may not have been such a big advantage as Thorr pounced on it and slurping her tongue along her warm sole as the woman begged. Her descent sped up until she was now gone below the ribs. "WHAHAHAT IN NAAHGAAHA'S NAME IS IHIHIN MY BEEHEHELLY BUTTON?! BWAHAAHAHA MEERHCY! MEHEHERCY!" Altena sank noticeably quicker after her navel was invaded but Thorr showed not even an ounce of mercy. Digging her fingers into the undersides of the woman's breasts and teasing her about how much soap was going to fit on these cute little things soon.
Byleth looked away and gasped as somehow she was right back in front of him. Before he could even begin to wonder how Thorr dug her fingers into his defenseless pits and began skittering her nails along with the musculature inside combined with the feeling of the brushes betwixt his toes and what felt like a soapy loofah buffing up his arch the swordsman snapped. He threw his head back in uncontrollable laughter as his sinking sped up. By the time he managed to get himself under control his thighs were being soaped up by the creature from the depths. Thorr booped his nose and stepped away again to tend to little Raigh who was stubbornly only down to his stomach. Through teary eyes, Byleth saw two Thorr's squat before the young man and begin teasing his ears to force him to giggle his way down.
Byleth had no way of knowing that one of Thorr's favorite tricks for her re-education classes was to involve her sister Loki so as to give the illusion of being everywhere to her victims. It had gotten all of the Heroes she now held hostage quite nicely before she'd dropped the facade. Now as a red-faced Raigh sank into the ground her and her darling sister joined arm and smother the 19-year-old's face with their matching massive 13's the short mage was gagged with a pair of chunky big toes that he still managed to sputter out chuckles around as the sadistic sisters waved his sinking form goodbye. Once he was sufficiently planted they turned their attention back to their main course.
At this point Byleth was naught but a head and shoulders with the rest of his body feeling as if it was submerged in a cocoon of soapy, constantly scrubbing brushes. Still, as the two walked over and raised those big feet of theirs above his head shook in an appeal for mercy all the same. It failed and his world became warm and pink and the soreness of his throat from laughter. The women ran their feet on his face as he sunk down to his neck and felt his pants being undone. His cock was pulled free and bathed in soapy brushes and as he spilled his seed it was mixed in as well. His head spun and he lost consciousness as he heard the two giggling at his loss and the feeling of the rotating brushes going between his toes.
When Byleth awoke it was once more to the sound of his comrades coming to but this time they were short one. Byleth awoke with his wrists chained and on either side of him were young Raigh and the brave Altena. All three of them had been on their knees with their wrists chained above them to some sort of console. The other two quickly got to their feet but the ever astute professor stopped to puzzle at the surface beneath them. The three had been standing atop a surface of soft feathers but looking backward it only seemed to extend for three or so feet. Byleth puzzled at this and noted that the surface was raised above the normal ground as well before seeing what the others were looking at. Strapped to a chair before them with her wrists and ankles strapped to the rests and legs of the throne she was in was there comrade Minerva. A tight strip of leather was between her teeth and she fidgeted as a pair of black feathers were run along her neck.
The two feathers were wielded by a duo of tall redheads that bore a strong resemblance to her. Byleth recognized one as the Wyvern Rider that had captured him and the other as the one who had tackled him down on his arrival. He realized they must all be related as Michalis and Maria stroked the feathers along Minerva's neck. A pinch to the ball of his exposed foot made him jump and quickly get to his feet as Thorr teased her fingers along his spine until he stood with the others. He went to speak but again Raigh silenced him with a look that said to do so would invite further punishment.
Thorr padded her massive feet over to the tortured Minerva and waved for her minions to stop. They did but in an instant, the leggy Maria had pulled her big brother's foot over into her lap and dragging feathers along the sole. He clapped his hands over his mouth as Thorr began to explain what was to be expected of the three. "Congratulations you three! You've made it to the next class! Princess Minerva wasn't as lucky and the chaff will be repeating the class. However, our Bright Pink Dragoon here still has a bit of a rebellious spirit so I decided to have her volunteer herself as a learning aid. Try to earn a little extra credit so to speak? My general's need to be trained as the best ticklers so we'll use her to recognize effectiveness in our Anatomy class."
Michalis was squirming on the ground as Maria was now sucking upon his toes, his will broke and he burst into boisterous laughter but without missing a beat Thorr quickly muffled his chuckles by pressing her meaty foot over his mouth. At the same time, her other foot invaded Maria's rear and started wiggling it's strong toes along inside the cheeks and along the back of her clit. She stood there proudly bringing both siblings to ejaculation as Minerva howled into her gag at this wretched woman to stop disrespecting her siblings. Byleth and his comrades could do nothing but watch this display as Thorr resumed her explanation after having pacified her teacher's aides. "So it will work as such. I will attack three parts on the naughty Minerva and it will be up to you three to tell me which spot was the most ticklish. Get it correct and I will release you. Incorrect and...well you'll see. Now let us-" "Wait!" Byleth interrupted "There are three of us. What will happen if we each have different opinions?" "Ohh as to be expected of an academic. You are a group and will fail or pass as one. I suggest one of you take on the responsibility of being the leader." "Hmmph, then I nominate the Professor here. He seems the most intellectually inclined." Altena said promoting a nod from Raigh as well. "Very well then it's decided." She stepped off the sticky Michalis and Maria and they both quickly retook their feathers and prepared for the game.
"Now! Let us begin, the first spot will be Minerva's toes." Minerva pulled at her bonds as the two sawed those devilish feathers into her stubby toes back and forth and seemed to get even louder as they got deeper in. Altena winced at that one which Byleth saw drew a raised eyebrow from Thorr who snapped her fingers. "Armpits." Maria and Michalis scrambled to their feet and drove their fluffy daggers up into Minerva's defenseless hollows. She danced between them trying to pull away from whichever was going deeper at the moment only to get the same from the other as her cheeks flushed and drool spilled down her chin. Byleth thought of how that must feel and tried to clamp his own tight in this vulnerable position. "Knees now pets." Minerva's knees were suddenly attacked by the pair of feathers which swung over them mockingly like pendulum's as her sibling's nails dug into their backsides. Raigh flushed at how the prisoner was bouncing at the attack on her knee's and was having a hard time realizing that this bright red test subject was the same Dragoon that had smashed her way into Muspel only a week ago. They all saw how her feet were still not left be as each of them were enveloped in her siblings. The big feet of Michalis enveloping her own 12's in his larger ones while Maria's bubbly little toes dug into her much larger ones despite being quite smaller. Thorr held up a clenched fist and once again the two stopped but again in seconds Maria had wrestled her brother's foot into her lap and the feather went to work.
"Now class. Which area was Minerva's worst? Was it her Toes, Knees or Pits? Answer quickly." "I think it was the toes. She fought the hardest to keep it in at that and I think it was too hard." "Oooh, a quick answer from Mister Byleth. How about it Miss Minerva is he right?" The gagged Minerva nodded her head eliciting a cheer from the three captured Heroes. She tried to weakly smile along but Thorr simply snapped her fingers and Minerva's ears were under a feathery assault from Michalis and Maria. They purposely drove her head to flee from their assault until it looked slightly like she was shaking her head side to side. "Ahhh our judge deem's you incorrect, So sorry." The feathery surface beneath them made a noise and started to move backward at a slow pace. They all looked in confusion at it until they were reminded of the shackles on their wrists and took steps to not be dragged off their feet. Each of them felt the rub as they put their feet down and the feathery material coating the platform drove up into their soles, arches and between their toes. The three all snickered at the light tickles but wondered if this was really all Thorr had to offer with this. Only Byleth wondered how fast this could go with a feeling in his stomach that he was going to find out. "Okay, now class round two. Focus up you two!" Michalis got his toes back with a loud pop as they exited Maria's mouth so that the two could scramble to attention. Byleth saw the pleading look from Minerva to her brother be met with only wiggling fingers and his heart went out to the woman.
"Now! Let us begin with the navel!" The two redheaded devils were quick to drive their feathers into Minerva's petite button and shoved at each other to jockey for position in it as she howled and pulled at her bonds. Altena took a wrong step and howled as the feathers drove up between her long toes startling both the boys. Thorr clapped and yelled out the next target while smiling at the show. "Next up pets, Let us try the nose!" Minerva went pale at the announcement and shook her head as her sibling put their feathers on either side of her proud nose and began twitling them like brushes to make her go nuts. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried to pull away from the feathers before she exploded forwards with a sneeze that shook her whole body. This only got her shoulders restrained by her siblings and to allow them uninterrupted access to her as that happened again and again.
Similarly, Altena once again howled out as her foot was stroked in a sensitive spot by one of the passing bumps in their treadmill. This startled Raigh who nearly tripped but was caught by Byleth offering a gentle knee to the lad. This though kept Byleth's foot still and allowed something beneath the path to swell up and vibrate against his arch. He yelped at it and so did Raigh as a similar effect happened to him. Thorr smiled at how the three were howling and dancing on the lowest setting before calling out the third spot. "Thighs, pets! Thighs!" The feathers dipped down and began stroking along Minerva's powerful thighs as the woman pulled at her bonds. These, however, were not gimmicked like before and as such, she was going to stay put even as Thorr walked over and cupped her cheeks to allow her to stroke the woman's nose while the feathers danced up her thighs. She shrieked into her gag for mercy but only blasted drool around it and made herself look even more pitiful.
Thorr clapped her hands and her minions stopped while she turned to Byleth and his allies with a smirk on her face. "Minions, present your feet to the class." Michalis and Maria were both quick to place one foot each up on the console before the heroes as Thorr placed her own deceptively soft 13 between the two. "Now my students make a choice. Tickle Maria's little toes if you believe the navel to be the right answer, Michalis proud soles of a tickle slut for the thighs or my own for the nose. Make the right choice and your free to go." Without a moment's hesitation, Altena dove forward and seized Thorr by the foot. Holding the top of the general's foot hostage she dug her nails into the arch and threw herself atop the console. She pulled her big feet off the treadmill as Michalis and Maria fell on their rears in surprise at the sudden attack. She wrestled Thorr's foot in between her legs and was soon chewing on the strong toes as the general collapsed onto her rear as well.
"Did you think we were just going to along with your sick games? Now you're my prisoner woman! Unless you want this foot of yours to go through quite a bit of attention you'll follow my demands." "Nohohooo! Please! Meehhercy! Don't tickle my heels!" "Oh? Are they ticklish? These pretty heels of yours?" Altena's nails dug into the heels and Thorr's entire body shook on the ground Michalis and Maria came forwards but Altena took a long lap up the heel and made the woman scream. "Tell them to stay back or I'll be quite mean to my tasty lollypop here." Thorr frantically waved her hands for mercy and the two fell back. Altena rewarded her with a vicious toe-twiddling and began listing off her demands. "This little piggie will have me unchained." "Nohooho! NAHAHT THE PIHIHGGIES! THEIR TOO TIHIHCKLISH IF YOU BITE THEHEM! DOHOHO WHAT SHE SAYS!" The two redheads did as asked and crept forward to release the chains on Altena's wrists. She nodded back to Byleth and Raigh.
"Don't worry friends I'm not leaving anyone behind. Because next this little piggy will free Minerva, what a generously little ticklish piggy it is! Goochie, goochie!" "GAHAHAH DO AS SHE SAYS! DO IT!" Michalis undid Minerva's restraints and then yelped as she immediately tackled him to the ground and began blasting sloppy raspberries into his abs. He kicked and whined until Altena gave her the next command. "This little piggy gonna have her slaves tie themselves up. Cause they're coming with us too! Ooooh, what a nice piggy does it want a kiss?" Altena didn't wait for an answer and happily smooched the captive toe as Michalis and Maria chained themselves up.
"Now free us quickly! Come we need to run already Altena!" Byleth shouted making Raigh jump, he shook his head and grimaced. He like Byleth saw something was wrong. Altena, however, ignored them and kept on with the punishment. "Now is this little piggy Mama's tickle bitch? Is she? Tell mama you're her tickle bit-WHHAA!" Thorr pulled her foot back with such speed that Altena lost her balance and tumbled right into Thorr's lap. She could do nothing as Thorr quickly wrapped her legs around the woman and whistled. Michalis, Maria, and Minerva all bounded over quickly shedding the false chains.
They sprung on Altena like wild animals and suddenly she was in frantic hilarity. Thorr was quick to gag her with her own long toes shoved down the woman's throat so that she could slobber on those as the red-headed trios tongues invaded in between and underneath her toes while their fingers raked her full course soles. The Macedon sibling's feet were quickly shoved into her face and Thorr took an arm around her shoulders to make sure they smothered the brunette's face from all sides. She howled and drooled as Thorr kept her in a ticklish headlock as she slipped her feet free. She waved at Byleth and Raigh who both became acutely aware of the treadmill beneath them suddenly speeding up. They'd gone from idly walking to jogging to a breakneck sprint just to stay up, Byleth doubted this machine would pause and was proven right as a hysterical Raigh's feet shot out from under him. The youth ended up facedown into the feathers dangling by his chained wrists and laughing his head off as he was dragged through the fluffy trench.
Byleth felt the surface with each maddening toe assaulting step and it wasn't hard so the young adult would feel no pain. Instead he would feel the tickles as his belly, hips, cock and the entire front of his body was attacked by the fluffy feathers. A pair of guards stepped forward with knives drawn and used them to cut away his pants and robes until the short man was being dragged along completely naked. He continually tried to pull himself up by his wrists but only exposed his ticklish pits to the assault as well making him go slack as he was dragged along. To make escape even more impossible the two guards each seized one of Raigh's feet each and began trailing fingers along his pudgy soles as icing on the maddening cake.
Byleth wanted to help his comrade as well as Altena who was now flat on her belly with her hands restrained behind her back and mouth stuffed with Thorr's toes. Her massive feet were currently going through a massive assault from all three of the general's redheaded tickle pets including Minerva who had apparently been enjoying her ticklish treatments or had been broken to the point where she was told so now. Byleth took another step and got one of the big vibrating bumps in the treads driven between his baby toe and the one beside it. He jumped from that foot to the other and stumbled, almost going down but instead grinning and bearing it as his foot was raked with feathers and vibrating nubs slipping underneath it. He saw Thorr grinning as he finally went down and his vision wad filled with as his face was assaulted with the never-ending wave of feathers.
Another pair of guards were quickly behind him and set about cutting his clothes free to give him the full fluffy drag through hell. Thorr watched bemusedly at the shades of red she could make Altena turn by simply playing with the warrior's ears. Her pets meanwhile were experimenting with rotating their fingers between her toes and seeing which got the right pitch for her muffled whines. Maria slurped on her baby toes and directed traffic for her older siblings on where on the massive feet needed their tender loves. Byleth tried to hold on but his attempts to curl his naked form in protection were thwarted by the two soldiers taking his ankles just as they had Raigh. The two who had been handling climbed atop the feather mill and squatted over Byleth. Byleth looked over and saw Raigh dazedly chuckling with a vacant expression and feathers stuck all over his body. On closer inspection Byleth saw splotches of white all over the man's face.
The soldiers kept their legs spread so as not to step upon the platform and then reached down armed with wide paintbrushes and began dragging them up and down Byleth's firm buttcheeks. The professor laughed uproariously as the feathers ravaged all over him and his ass was given a coat of primer. With a ticklish full-body shudder Byleth cock released a thick stream of white that the feathers stroked and brushed and quickly cleaned off his dick before it could even soften. Byleth felt a wet slap on his cheek and saw a feather stuck there which made him realize what had happened to Raigh. The guards produced more brushes to dip into the feathers as Byleth shot another load to make the batch stickier. They brought out thin artist brushes to get between his toes, tease along his asshole and get into his ears as he fired another round and got stickier and more covered in feathers.
One of the guards at his feet felt daring and took a long lap up the teachers sole than smacked his lips. He called his friends over for a taste and that was just another level for Bylly as two more lengths of rope were created by his abused genitals which betrayed him by not even showing a hint of softening. They shot again as the guards set to painting his back and shoulders while more and more feathers became stuck to his face, chest and legs. Byleth just kept shooting until he lost count and was in nothing but a fluffy haze as the soldiers rolled him over to allow the treadmill to begin cum and feathering his back and tasty rear. Thorr watched it all with a smile as Raigh was unchained and dragged over.
The mage suddenly shook off the guards and tried to run but was stopped when the Macedon's all suddenly piled atop him to begin lapping at his small feet. Their laughter joined his as the feathers stuck all over the shaman's body tickled the trio's naked forms as they writhed atop him. In the space of this whole course of events Byleth had cum another three times and wasn't sure if he could handle another one. His cock was flaccidly pointed upwards yet still being teased by the feathers stuck all over his chest and crotch by his own milk. There was more than enough to allow his back to be tarred in the same such way and with not even a bit of energy left, Byleth had no choice but to lay back and take it. His soft cock was still teased by another paintbrush that also drew down his balls as his eyes got heavier and heavier. He saw a completely limp Raigh being dragged away leaving behind a trail of cum on the floor and finally succame to his exhaustion.
When Byleth's eyes opened again this time he was seated. His eyes took in the luxurious settings before him and the cups of tea made him roll his eyes. He saw Raigh across the table from him snickering and tried to stand but found that his ankles were strapped to the chairs legs and his thighs were also tied down. A gust of wind let him know that his trousers were still gone but he had at least been provided with a new sack-cloth shirt. A feature in the middle of the table caught his eyes as noticed a pair of massive feet protruding from the center of the table. Byleth recognized them as Altena's and from the direction they were pointed he was willing to place a gambit on her face under the table being currently smothered by Thorr's own massive feet. The general trailed her nails lightly along the massive soles until she saw that Byleth had awoken. She gave him what was meant to be a cute smile but which at this point made Byleth's blood run cold.
"Not happy to see me dear Professor? Let's change that! Children?" Byleth could do nothing as the felt his toes pried apart beneath the table and the spaces between invaded by questing fingers. He'd wondered what had become of the siblings but his vision of them all running their toes along the tops of Raigh's chubby feet had been obscured. Now though they were quick to focus on the professor's own broad soles as they worked their fingers under the trapped feet. Byleth pounded his fist on the table or at least wanted too. In reality he couldn't move at all for some reason. He tried to scream but could do nothing but think. He saw his hand reach out for a cup of the piping tea and had no control over it at all. His hand that was controlled by a stranger brought the concoction to his mouth and he sipped it despite it's strange color and smell. Whoever was controlling his body now then sat back and sighed contentedly while the Byleth who was now a passenger in his own body shrieked in hysterical fury as he felt three tongues now lapping at the tops of his feet beneath the table.
The Byleth at the table asked a terrified Raigh if he wouldn't be more comfortable embracing the tickles as he had and joining Thorr while the Byleth in his head begged for Michalis to stop chewing on his baby toe. Maria teased fingers beneath his knees while the outward Byleth smiled at Raigh and the inner one begged for mercy through weeping giggles. "Raigh it's truly freeing once you realize how much fun they are." The skin of Byleth's testicles was taken between Minerva's teeth and nibbled as in his head he yelled for aid from any of his students, fellow teachers or even the thirsty Manuela! "You are a smart young man. Would you rather see your friends bleeding or smiling? If we join forces with Thorr like she says and changes warfare to this manner just imagine it. Battlefields of writhing soldiers where the losing side simply has to walk with the tingly regrets on their soles rather than carrying their dead away."
A tongue whose owner was unknown ran up Byleth's calf and the version of him in his head had but a moment to take in his surroundings before those sensations made him burst into deep belly laughs. "The others will all see it our way as well with adequate convincing. Think upon this we've been prisoners for how long and have suffered not even a bit of pain? And no young man feathers do not hurt no matter how ticklish your toes are." The inner Byleth looked around at the empty room around him and the stone throne he was sat on. No matter how hard he strained he couldn't move from it any more than he could control the body he could see in his own head that he knew used to be his. The stranger wearing him continued on speaking oblivious to how the fingers were being twirled along the tops of his toes even as Byleth screamed in laughter at it.
"Why with this new power they've found even gods and divines will be shown the right path. That girl in my head was about your size so think of how you'll have a friend as well once she sees things our way!" Byleth's thighs were given sloppy raspberries as Thorr finally pulled herself away from dreamily stroking her finger along the quivering centerpiece of Altena's massive feet. "Ahh yes, that girl was quite the unexpected boon. The power she had was remarkable. She almost succeeded in getting you all out of here if it hadn't been for Queen Hel. That's what she gets for coming here of all places barefoot. I mean it's like she was asking for it! Once those feet of hers are given a good working over I'm sure she'll be happy to give us all the help we need in breaking in other dragon gods."
The inner Byleth struggled on the stone throne as his toes were forcibly twiddled by three separate games of "This Little Piggy" beginning and each going in different directions. His throat would have been sore from laughter but thankfully that strange tea seemed to be soothing it. The version of him that was now Thorr's minion smiled as fingers tickled the underside of his cock and feathers dragged along his hips. The one inside of him begged for mercy. Raigh shook his head in utter fear and he sighed. "I do wish you'd reconsider Raigh. Altena, Minerva and I are having a great time and would love for you to join us but so be it. Don't think I'll be going easy on you now that I'm in charge of tickle class. I can't show you any preferential treatment on my pride as a teacher. Would you at least do us the honor of enjoying the rest of this tea party with us?" "Yes let us get you your own dance partner Raigh." Thorr chimed in as she flipped a switch and Altena's feet were finally pulled through the table.
Raigh's eyes shot open and he was quickly dragged under the table to have his laughter joined with the Macedon's as Thorr went under as well to give her other pets some tickles. Byleth simply sipped his tea contentedly as all of their laughter blended in perfectly with that of the Laughing Boy on the Throne in his head.
