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It was a normal night for Melinoë, Princess of the Underworld, Daughter of Hades. Her mission: Kill the vile Titan Chronos and free her family.
The evening was going well. The Gods and Goddesses blessed Melinoë with powerful boons, and she was effortlessly hacking and slashing through the hordes of darkness, bent on stopping her from reaching her objective. Erebus was effortless, but Oceanus was proving more difficult.
Melinoë wielded Descura tonight, a powerful staff that channelled her Cthonic energy into the many minions of Chronos. As she entered a particularly dank chamber of the musty domain, she found herself set upon by an unusually large crowd of flaming skulls.
No matter, she thought, I'll slay them all.
And slay them she did. One by one she picked off the small, wretched creatures who flung themselves at her with reckless abandon. As the crowd thinned, Melinoë began to channel her Omega cast.
Let's finish them off, just like Headmistress taught me.
A bright blue flash emaneated from a circle around her, and as quickly as it began, it vanished. All the monsters were destroyed. Melinoë let out her breath, and began to leave the area for the next one, following the Sirens' song that echoed through the halls.
As Melinoë began to leave, she felt a hand grab at her ankle. She spun around suddenly, ready to strike, but saw nothing. She looked down and saw the glowing green hand of a shade, emanating from the ground, and holding her firmly in place.
"Let go you blasted shade" she demanded angrily. She went to tug away, but found the hand was holding her firmly in place.
"Unhand me, or I will give you a taste of Descura" she threatened. She raised her staff, beginning to charge it up.
But suddenly, another hand reached up grabbing the end of the staff, and swiftly pulled it away from her. And yet another protruded from the ground, grabbing her other ankle. Suddenly she found herself unable to run.
"Shades, you are toying with powers far beyond your comprehensnion. Unhand me, and I will overlook your intransigence this once" she said icily
But they did not unhand her. The Goddess pulled at the hands binding her in place, twisting and grunting, trying to free herself. And then she heard a sound.
Footsteps, approaching from behind. And then a familiar voice.
"Well hello there, Trouble."
It was Eris, personification of Strife.
"Damn you Eris, let me go" said Melinoë. "You know I have a job to do."
"Oh job this, job that. We deserve a break sometimes you know." she teased.
She walked behind Melinoë, clutching the Goddesses hips gently. Seductivley, she circled Melinoë, and stopped in front of her, looking deeply into her eyes.
"Tonight, you're all mine" she said. "And I'm going to make you beg for mercy."
Melinoë scoffed. "I am the Goddess of the Underworld, Eris. There's nothing you can do to hurt me. Fight me or let me go, but I don't have time for this"
"Actually, Trouble, time is all you've got. Hit it, boys!"
Disembodied green hands of Shades emerged from the ether, grabbing both of Melinoë's wrists and pulling her arms straight up above her head. Her tight figure squirmed against these new bonds, and her small orange dressed hugged her svelte, athletic figure.
Slowly and seductively, Eris produced a large, stiff feather. "Does this look familiar, you sexy little minx?" she taunted. "That's right, it's a feather of Aetos. Zeus used that ridiculous bird to torture Prometheus for Eons. Now I'm going to use its feather to torture you"
Melinoë was puzzled. What is Eris up to, she thought. Melinoë's senses were extremely attuned to sensation, but she generally felt little pain. How can Eris torture me with a feather?
The answer came quickly. She traced the feather down Melinoë's outstretched arms, starting with the elbows and slowly dragging down her arms. The effect was instantaneous, and unendurable. Melinoë let out an uncharacteristic sound - a girlish giggle seeped from her lips, as she tried uselessly to pull down her arms and protect herself against this insult.
"It's okay, Trouble, let it out. We're going to have a lot of laughs tonight" Eris said with a mischevous smirk.
Melinoë's giggle turned into a loud cackle, as Eris found her smooth, tight armpits. She drew small expanding circles right in the hollows of Melinoë's beautiful axilla.
"STOP THIS - ha ha - RIGHT NOW ERIS, I MEAN IT" she demanded.
"You want me to stop it? But I'm just getting started!"
Eris switched from the feather of Aetos, and dug her fingers into Melinoë's armpits. Her fingers danced against Melinoë's silver skin. The torture was maddening, and Melinoë screamed, laughed, and pulled helplessly against the glowing green apparitions that held her tight body in place.
In desperation, Melinoë turned to her last resort - the incantation that had saved her from doom every night before. "RETURN TO SHADOW NO-" but before she could complete the spell, Eris crammed something into her mouth, muffling her voice.
Now Melinoë was truly stuck. With no ability to move, and no ability to escape, she had no option but to endure the brutal tickling Eris was now sure to inflict on her. As the reality of her situation set in, she began to panic. Her cackles turned into deep, muffled belly laughs as Eris exploited every nerve ending in Melinoë's sexy upper body
For hours, Eris slowly, methdodicaly tickle tortured Melinoë's sides, armpits, and arms. Her hands snuck under the folds in Melinoë's orange tunic, tracing circles around her bellybutton and ribs. She even used the feather to trace tiny brush strokes in Melinoë's ears, which produced a delightful reaction that Eris savoured.
But Eris noticed something else as well. Melinoë's nipples had hardened into firm nubbins, and a stream of moisture trickled from the Goddess' ripe loins.
"What do you say we make this a bit more intersesting, you sexy little minx?" taunted Eris, as she peeled the dress off of Melinoe, leaving her stark naked, still standing locked with her arms straight up. Her silvery breasts glistened in the moonlight of the underworld, as a sheen of sweat dripped down her body.
Eris began to trace the feather directly on Melinoë's firm swollen nipples. This sent Melinoë into a new domain of pleasure, pain, and tickling all at the same time. Her muffled cries interspersed with laughs and moans, as Eris sent her to the brink of insanity.
She hardly noticed that, as Eris tickle tortured her with one hand, the other had slipped down between her thighs, rubbing her swollen vulva and massaging her clit between her fingers. Melinoë could feel herself building to a powerful, full body orgasm.
But before it hit, Eris stopped abruptly. "I bet you want me to let you come, don't you?"
Melinoë nodded, humiliated.
Eris tenderly grabbed Melinoë's chin, raising her face to meet her gaze. "Well I'm not going to let you. And now it's time for the real laughs to begin"
Melinoë's eyes widened as Eris snapped her fingers. The hands suddenly changed position, lifting her up off the ground and into a new, even more helpless posture. Her arms were held above her head with two hands. A new set of hands rested under her naked buttocks, as if she were sitting on a stool. The other hands held her bare feet in the air, exposed to the underworld for all to see.
"Tell me, Trouble, are those firey feet of yours ticklish?" Eris asked tauntingly.
Melinoë's feet were soft, but firm. Her beautiful soles and long slender toes had been slightly weathered by all the trapsing through the underworld. Surely that feather will have no effect on me, she thought to herself.
Eris produced a paintbrush, and dipped it in honey. She painted Melinoë's soles with the honey, covering them until they dripped.
"Oh, did you think THIS was the torture? Ha ha, no way, I'm smarter than that. For the final phase of your torture, I'm calling in some professional help."
She whistled, and a familiar beast emerged from the blackness.
It was the three-headed hound, Cerberus. And it looked hungrily at Melinoë's helpless soles.
"Here you go boy, enjoy your treat!"
Melinoë's eyes widened as the Hell Hound's three hungry tongues approached her naked feet. His rough tongues slurped and lapped up the honey all over her bare soles. The rough tongues shot between her toes. She tried to scream, but her cries remained muffled by the gag. She was in tickle hell, and there was no end in sight.
After hours of torture, Eris shooed the hound away. Melinoë drooped in her bonds, quivering and covered in sweat. "Good girl, Melinoë. It's time for your reward."
Eris instructed the shades to spread Melinoë's legs and ass cheeks wide. She put a finger in her mouth and then inserted it into the goddesses perky anus. Melinoë moaned. Then, Eris came down, bringing her face to Melinoë's groin, and began to lick. With her free hand, she caressed her muscular back and behind.
It didn't take long. Melinoë's body erupted in a powerful wave of pleasure. The orgasm rocked the underworld, breaking some pipes nearby and causing steam to shoot across the dungeon. Eris continued, as wave after wave of pleasure overtook Melinoë. Finally, after a dozen or so orgasms, Melinoë mercifully lost consciousness.
Eris instructed the shades to lay her victim down. "Return to shadow now" she said gently, sending Melinoë back to the Crossroads.
---
Melinoë awoke, back at her home base. She stumbled to her tent.
Dora, the wayward Shade, eyed her up and down. "What happened with YOU last night?!"
Melinoë groaned. "It was that damned Eris again... But next time, I'll be ready."
The evening was going well. The Gods and Goddesses blessed Melinoë with powerful boons, and she was effortlessly hacking and slashing through the hordes of darkness, bent on stopping her from reaching her objective. Erebus was effortless, but Oceanus was proving more difficult.
Melinoë wielded Descura tonight, a powerful staff that channelled her Cthonic energy into the many minions of Chronos. As she entered a particularly dank chamber of the musty domain, she found herself set upon by an unusually large crowd of flaming skulls.
No matter, she thought, I'll slay them all.
And slay them she did. One by one she picked off the small, wretched creatures who flung themselves at her with reckless abandon. As the crowd thinned, Melinoë began to channel her Omega cast.
Let's finish them off, just like Headmistress taught me.
A bright blue flash emaneated from a circle around her, and as quickly as it began, it vanished. All the monsters were destroyed. Melinoë let out her breath, and began to leave the area for the next one, following the Sirens' song that echoed through the halls.
As Melinoë began to leave, she felt a hand grab at her ankle. She spun around suddenly, ready to strike, but saw nothing. She looked down and saw the glowing green hand of a shade, emanating from the ground, and holding her firmly in place.
"Let go you blasted shade" she demanded angrily. She went to tug away, but found the hand was holding her firmly in place.
"Unhand me, or I will give you a taste of Descura" she threatened. She raised her staff, beginning to charge it up.
But suddenly, another hand reached up grabbing the end of the staff, and swiftly pulled it away from her. And yet another protruded from the ground, grabbing her other ankle. Suddenly she found herself unable to run.
"Shades, you are toying with powers far beyond your comprehensnion. Unhand me, and I will overlook your intransigence this once" she said icily
But they did not unhand her. The Goddess pulled at the hands binding her in place, twisting and grunting, trying to free herself. And then she heard a sound.
Footsteps, approaching from behind. And then a familiar voice.
"Well hello there, Trouble."
It was Eris, personification of Strife.
"Damn you Eris, let me go" said Melinoë. "You know I have a job to do."
"Oh job this, job that. We deserve a break sometimes you know." she teased.
She walked behind Melinoë, clutching the Goddesses hips gently. Seductivley, she circled Melinoë, and stopped in front of her, looking deeply into her eyes.
"Tonight, you're all mine" she said. "And I'm going to make you beg for mercy."
Melinoë scoffed. "I am the Goddess of the Underworld, Eris. There's nothing you can do to hurt me. Fight me or let me go, but I don't have time for this"
"Actually, Trouble, time is all you've got. Hit it, boys!"
Disembodied green hands of Shades emerged from the ether, grabbing both of Melinoë's wrists and pulling her arms straight up above her head. Her tight figure squirmed against these new bonds, and her small orange dressed hugged her svelte, athletic figure.
Slowly and seductively, Eris produced a large, stiff feather. "Does this look familiar, you sexy little minx?" she taunted. "That's right, it's a feather of Aetos. Zeus used that ridiculous bird to torture Prometheus for Eons. Now I'm going to use its feather to torture you"
Melinoë was puzzled. What is Eris up to, she thought. Melinoë's senses were extremely attuned to sensation, but she generally felt little pain. How can Eris torture me with a feather?
The answer came quickly. She traced the feather down Melinoë's outstretched arms, starting with the elbows and slowly dragging down her arms. The effect was instantaneous, and unendurable. Melinoë let out an uncharacteristic sound - a girlish giggle seeped from her lips, as she tried uselessly to pull down her arms and protect herself against this insult.
"It's okay, Trouble, let it out. We're going to have a lot of laughs tonight" Eris said with a mischevous smirk.
Melinoë's giggle turned into a loud cackle, as Eris found her smooth, tight armpits. She drew small expanding circles right in the hollows of Melinoë's beautiful axilla.
"STOP THIS - ha ha - RIGHT NOW ERIS, I MEAN IT" she demanded.
"You want me to stop it? But I'm just getting started!"
Eris switched from the feather of Aetos, and dug her fingers into Melinoë's armpits. Her fingers danced against Melinoë's silver skin. The torture was maddening, and Melinoë screamed, laughed, and pulled helplessly against the glowing green apparitions that held her tight body in place.
In desperation, Melinoë turned to her last resort - the incantation that had saved her from doom every night before. "RETURN TO SHADOW NO-" but before she could complete the spell, Eris crammed something into her mouth, muffling her voice.
Now Melinoë was truly stuck. With no ability to move, and no ability to escape, she had no option but to endure the brutal tickling Eris was now sure to inflict on her. As the reality of her situation set in, she began to panic. Her cackles turned into deep, muffled belly laughs as Eris exploited every nerve ending in Melinoë's sexy upper body
For hours, Eris slowly, methdodicaly tickle tortured Melinoë's sides, armpits, and arms. Her hands snuck under the folds in Melinoë's orange tunic, tracing circles around her bellybutton and ribs. She even used the feather to trace tiny brush strokes in Melinoë's ears, which produced a delightful reaction that Eris savoured.
But Eris noticed something else as well. Melinoë's nipples had hardened into firm nubbins, and a stream of moisture trickled from the Goddess' ripe loins.
"What do you say we make this a bit more intersesting, you sexy little minx?" taunted Eris, as she peeled the dress off of Melinoe, leaving her stark naked, still standing locked with her arms straight up. Her silvery breasts glistened in the moonlight of the underworld, as a sheen of sweat dripped down her body.
Eris began to trace the feather directly on Melinoë's firm swollen nipples. This sent Melinoë into a new domain of pleasure, pain, and tickling all at the same time. Her muffled cries interspersed with laughs and moans, as Eris sent her to the brink of insanity.
She hardly noticed that, as Eris tickle tortured her with one hand, the other had slipped down between her thighs, rubbing her swollen vulva and massaging her clit between her fingers. Melinoë could feel herself building to a powerful, full body orgasm.
But before it hit, Eris stopped abruptly. "I bet you want me to let you come, don't you?"
Melinoë nodded, humiliated.
Eris tenderly grabbed Melinoë's chin, raising her face to meet her gaze. "Well I'm not going to let you. And now it's time for the real laughs to begin"
Melinoë's eyes widened as Eris snapped her fingers. The hands suddenly changed position, lifting her up off the ground and into a new, even more helpless posture. Her arms were held above her head with two hands. A new set of hands rested under her naked buttocks, as if she were sitting on a stool. The other hands held her bare feet in the air, exposed to the underworld for all to see.
"Tell me, Trouble, are those firey feet of yours ticklish?" Eris asked tauntingly.
Melinoë's feet were soft, but firm. Her beautiful soles and long slender toes had been slightly weathered by all the trapsing through the underworld. Surely that feather will have no effect on me, she thought to herself.
Eris produced a paintbrush, and dipped it in honey. She painted Melinoë's soles with the honey, covering them until they dripped.
"Oh, did you think THIS was the torture? Ha ha, no way, I'm smarter than that. For the final phase of your torture, I'm calling in some professional help."
She whistled, and a familiar beast emerged from the blackness.
It was the three-headed hound, Cerberus. And it looked hungrily at Melinoë's helpless soles.
"Here you go boy, enjoy your treat!"
Melinoë's eyes widened as the Hell Hound's three hungry tongues approached her naked feet. His rough tongues slurped and lapped up the honey all over her bare soles. The rough tongues shot between her toes. She tried to scream, but her cries remained muffled by the gag. She was in tickle hell, and there was no end in sight.
After hours of torture, Eris shooed the hound away. Melinoë drooped in her bonds, quivering and covered in sweat. "Good girl, Melinoë. It's time for your reward."
Eris instructed the shades to spread Melinoë's legs and ass cheeks wide. She put a finger in her mouth and then inserted it into the goddesses perky anus. Melinoë moaned. Then, Eris came down, bringing her face to Melinoë's groin, and began to lick. With her free hand, she caressed her muscular back and behind.
It didn't take long. Melinoë's body erupted in a powerful wave of pleasure. The orgasm rocked the underworld, breaking some pipes nearby and causing steam to shoot across the dungeon. Eris continued, as wave after wave of pleasure overtook Melinoë. Finally, after a dozen or so orgasms, Melinoë mercifully lost consciousness.
Eris instructed the shades to lay her victim down. "Return to shadow now" she said gently, sending Melinoë back to the Crossroads.
---
Melinoë awoke, back at her home base. She stumbled to her tent.
Dora, the wayward Shade, eyed her up and down. "What happened with YOU last night?!"
Melinoë groaned. "It was that damned Eris again... But next time, I'll be ready."
