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The adventure begins
21-year-old Nym Lightfoot hadn’t planned to spend her weekend at the old family manor in Rosehill, but after days of unanswered calls from her grandmother, a quiet unease pushed her onto the first train out of the city. Elise Lightfoot never disappeared. She was steady as moonrise, reliable as sunrise—until now.
The manor loomed at the top of the hill; its stone walls wrapped in ivy and years of history. Normally it smelled of lavender and polished wood, but today it felt… still. Silent. Watching.
Nym pushed open the front door and slipped her shoes off as she stepped inside in her white socks. Grandma hated shoes in the house and always had. Nym wore low rise jeans that tightly hugged her hips and ass, highlighting all her curves. She also wore a black crop top which covered her 34DD breasts, but left her flat stomach exposed. She winced at the thought of the lecture she’d get when her grandmother saw her.
Her grandmother never approved of revealing clothes, claiming they were “drafty” and “unbefitting of a woman.” But she also had a habit of teasing Nym for her choice in clothing. Light-hearted, affectionate, and playful. A quick, mischievous tickle at Nym’s exposed hips would cause Nym to laugh and her grandmother seemed to enjoy it. Nym normally didn’t like being tickled. But being tickled by her grandmother however was an exception; with her it had always felt safe, warm, part of their bond.
Growing up, Elise would even playfully tickle Nym’s feet and ribs whenever she was sulking or angry, breaking tension with laughter in the way only she could. Those little moments, those silly, loving gestures, had stitched their relationship together. Her grandmother had been one of the biggest, brightest pieces of her life, a steady warmth she’d always counted on.
Sometimes, Nym wondered. Only half-jokingly, if she wore clothes like this around the manor just so her grandmother would huff, misjudge the world, and give her one of those tickles that only her grandmother could give. Lucky grandmother doesn’t know about the G strink I’m wearing though Nym to herself. She would defiantly not like that. Nym giggled as she remembered all the times her grandmother would tickle her. Just the mere though gave her goose bumps and giggles.
Nym suppressed her thoughts and called out for her grandmother, but there was no answer. The house remained quiet.
“Grandma?” Nym called again, her voice echoing through the vast hallway lined with portraits.
Still no reply.
A half-finished cup of tea sat on a side table. A shawl hung over a chair. Everything looked exactly as if Elise had just stepped away—and forgotten to return.
But Elise didn’t forget things.
As dread crawled up Nym’s spine, she searched the manor room by room, her socked feet silent on the polished floors, until she reached the one place she had never been allowed to enter.
The library.
The door, always locked, but now it stood slightly open.
The Library
Dust swirled lazily in the sunlight glowing through tall windows. Towering shelves framed the room like wooden sentinels, and in the centre stood a single pedestal.
Upon it rested an old book. But this book was different. Made of thick red leather, with metal clasps. It had runes etched deeply into the spine. The runes almost seemed to glow as Nym looked at it. On the cover the title burned faintly in old gold letters: Lorehive
“What were you hiding, Grandma?” she whispered.
Nym approached slowly. The air around it hummed faintly, causing the hair on the back of Nym’s neck to stand up. Nym then noticed that on the pedestal under the book was a golden plague attached to it. Engraved on the plage was the words “Do not touch this book or open it unless you are certain”
Nym Lightfoot squinted at it.
“Okay but like… define ‘certain.’”
The moment her fingers touched the cold metal clasp, it snapped open. Nym was a little spooked but slowly opened the cover. Suddenly a vortex of iridescent light spun around her. The vortex grew blurring the colours and shapes around her twisted and churning. Wind roared out of the pages, swirling around her, lifting dust, papers, and her unbound hair into a golden whirlwind. She tried to back away, her socks sliding on the polished floor, but her feet found no ground to grip.
The library dissolved.
The manor dissolved.
The world dissolved.
Suddenly the vortex began to slow and stop, and the world around her came back into focus. Nym was no longer standing in her grandmother’s library, but instead she was standing on a mossy forest floor, barefoot. Her tank top askew, jeans dusty, and hair sticking out like a confused hedgehog.
Nym took in her surroundings and then said jokingly, “This is why I exclusively read ebooks.”
MIRUS AND THE DEAL
The forest around her was vibrant to the point of rude — shimmering leaves, chiming insects, drifting motes of golden light. Beautiful, magical, and just suspicious enough to feel like a trap. Nym groaned and placed her hands on her hips. Where the hell am I she thought to herself. Was I sucked into the stupid book? No that’s stupid. Could I have been transported to another world? Am I dreaming?”
Suddenly a twig snapped behind her breaking up her thoughts. Nym turned around to see nine armoured soldiers emerged from the shadows. They men moved with trained precision, forming a semicircle around her. Their swords drawn. Eyes alert. Stances perfect.
Nym froze.
“Hi. Hello. Please don’t stab me. I bruise incredibly easily.”
Then the last figure stepped forward. Tall, still, commanding.
He moved like every step was intentional. Dark hair, sharp jaw, unreadable eyes — the kind of handsome that looked patented. But there was something about his eyes. Something Nym didn’t trust. Nym guessed he was around 28 to 30 years old. He studied her with cool calculation before speaking.
“I am Mirus,” he said, voice calm and steady. “Commander of this unit. Who are you?” Nym nodded shakily. “I’m Nym. Civilian. Very fragile.”
The men laughed and Mirus gestured for his men to put their swords away which they did.
“Nym…I don’t like that name. I think I will just call you Curves.” The other eight men snickered, and Nym suddenly felt very vulnerable and tried to cover her chest with her arm and hand.
Mirus smiled and said “Well curves, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Your clearly not from are not from Lorehive”.
“Wow, you can tell!? Was it my jeans that gave it away?” said Nym sarcastically.
Mirus chuckled. “I have no idea what jeans are but I’m sure they look good on you. No, what gave it away is your smell. You smell sweet, life a fruit. And of course your clothes, they are very foreign to Lorehive. So, it’s not hard to tell you not from here”
“Okay rude, she thought. Rude but accurate” thought Nym.
Nym the said, “look, I have no idea where I am, or how I got here, but I’d really like to go home. Preferably before something eats me or hurts me.”
Mirus considered her silently for a moment. “And where is home, curves?”
Nym glared at Mirus, “Don’t call me Curves! My name is Nym, and I live in Wallace, North Carolina”.
Mirus shock his head with a handsome smirk, “Sorry Curves, I’ve never heard of Wallace, or whatever you call it.”
“Stop calling me Curves! My name is Nym.” She snapped
Mirus smiled and looked Nym up and down. She felt objectified but tried to stay strong and confident.
“Look curves, Lorehive is full of magic, and maybe, just maybe there is a way to help you get home. But it’s going to cost you.”
Nym swallowed hard. What did this man want she thought? Money? Her body?
Mirus chuckled a little and said “I know a guy. A wizard, very powerful one actually. He knows a thing or two and he could send you home. But before I take you to him, you have to do something for me”
Nym braced herself. “Let me guess. You want me to sleep with you?”
Mirus smiled and replied, “Are you offering Curves?”
The men snickered and Nym glared at Mirus angrily. “I might take you up on that offer another time Curves. But no, I want something else instead. Something easy.”
Nym looked confused. “What do you want then? A pebble. A leaf. A…”
“A feather,” Mirus said.
“That sounds doable.” Replied Nym
“From an adult griffin” said Mirus with a smile
Nym stared. “A Griffin? Are you kidding me? Griffins aren’t real!”
“They might not be real where you come from Curves, but in Lorehive they are very much real. Just like Dragons, fairies, gremlins, unicorns, and a many other creatures.”
Nym scoffed, “Of course they exist here!”
Nym then groaned and said, “So you want me to go and get a feather from an adult Griffin? That’s it?”
Mirus nodded in reply. “Are you trying to get me killed?” questioned Nym.
“No,” Mirus said. “But I am willing to risk it.”
“I’m just one woman, with no weapons. If it’s so easy, why can’t you and your men go and get one?”
Mirus lowered his head and then looked back up at Nym with a sexy smile. “Well Curves the truth is we were on our way to get one before we ran into you. You present us with a different approach to our goal. You see the magical beasts and creatures of Lorehive are cautious, skittish and sometimes aggressive toward men. But to women they tend to be more… playful and passive. Plus, you’re a pretty young women who is light on her feet. I’m sure you could sneak up on a griffin take its feather and get out of there before it even knew you were there.”
Nym considered this but felt that something was off. Mirus must have sense Nym;s apprehension, and added, “If you don’t want to get the feather, then I guess I could take you up on your offer to sleep together.”
Nym felt sick to her stomach. “No! I don’t want to sleep with you!” she snapped.
Mirus grinned. “That’s a shame, but your loss Curves. But, that leads us back to my original offer. You get me an adult griffin feather, and I will take you to the wizard so you can go home. Deal?”
Nym chewed it over in her mind for a moment. On one hand it was just getting a feather, but on the other hand it was from a mythical creature that could kill her in a heartbeat. She had to find a way home and if this wizard that Mirus knows could help her, she had to take the chance. Nym sighed. Hard. She didn’t exactly have an other options. “Deal” she said reluctantly.
Mirus nodded and smiled “Excellent. There is a griffin nest about an hour’s walk from here. It lives on a cliff in the woods so be careful. We will be here waiting for you to return.”
Nym sighed and then went to walk off, but then stopped and turned to face the group. she pointed at Mirus and said, “I’ll get your stupid feather, but if I die, I’m haunting you and your entire family tree.”
Mirus smiled and gave the slightest bow of his head. “If that’s the case, either way I’m going to be a lucky man, Curves.”
Nym glared at Mirus and then began to walk in the direction he told her to go. Suddenly Mirus called out to her, “Hey Curves, I just want you to know. I don’t want you to go but I love watching you leave.” the group of men began laughing.
Nym was now painfully aware that Mirus was perving on her shapely ass in her jeans. Nym was proud of her figure, but sometimes it drew her unnecessary attention. Like the attention she was getting now. She had dealt with men like Mirus before, they objectified her and tried to use her. Nym knew deep down that Mirus was doing the same thing now, but since he wasn’t actively trying to sleep with her, she was unsure of his true motives. She made no comment and instead continued to walk away as the men continued to laugh.
THE GRIFFINS
Nym travelled for over and hour through the forest until she came to a more rugged and rocky area. The griffin’s territory was rocky, windy, and had big “YOU WILL DIE HERE” energy.
A large cliff loomed over the area, with the forest growing around it. The cliff was jagged and steep but had plenty of foliage and grassy areas as well. Each step on the rocky surface sent shivers up Nym bare feet so she tried to stick to the grassy patches where possible. She crept forward, heart racing, wary of the massive nest that could be now seen at the summit. Nym found a grassy area with lots of bushes, rocks, hollow logs and trees to hide amongst. She wanted to scope the area out before she approached the nest.
Nym crouched behind a boulder and waited. Within a few seconds she spotted the adult griffin perched on another area of the overseeing the nest cliff like a feathery monarch. Nym was shocked that she didn’t see it earlier, its golden feathers shimmered in the sun. Its massive talons dug into stone. And it’s eagle head surveyed it’s kingdom.
Nym sighed and then whispered to herself,
“Just grab a feather. One feather. Don’t get eaten. Easy.”
The griffin turned its head toward the nest, then looked away. Nym then got an idea, who said I had to get a feather from the griffin? I could just get one from the nest.
As she began to form a plan in her head Something small launched itself into the back of her legs. She fell forward slightly and shrieked. “What the hell!!”
Nym turned around to see a baby griffin the size of a German Shepard looking at her. It’s lion body looked young and strong and its eagle front limbs, wings and head were all fluff, with white and gold feathers. It looked excited and enthusiastic at her. It’s just a big puppy though Nym to herself. Suddenly the baby griffin dashed at her pushing her on to the ground and clambered across her. Nym fell onto her back in a flurry of limbs and panic. Its tiny claws scrabbled across her ribs tickling her as Its beak poked her underarms like it was checking for loose change.
“HAHA. NO! STOP! YOU LITTLE… QUIT IT! HAHA—!!” cackled Nym as the baby griffin tickled her. Nym tried to push the baby off of her, but her strength was sapped by the tickling inflicted by the baby. Nym then tried to roll away but to no avail. The baby’s weight and tickling had her pinned and helpless. The baby continued to tickle her ribs with its eagle front talons with grace and precision, while it’s beak continued to tickle her armpits. HAHAHAHAHAH. NO! STOP! PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” cackled Nym as she struggled in vain to protect herself or break free.
Suddenly a loud screech pierced the air, and the baby stopped tickling Nym. As Nym lay there exhausted and trying to catch her breath, she saw the adult griffin flying toward them.
“Oh come on!” Nym squeaked through her laughter.
The adult griffin landed with a heavy thud and stood over Nym and the baby. It was too late for Nym to escape now. The adult was about two metres tall and looked at Nym with curiosity rather than anger.
The adult growled and the baby hopped off of Nym’s stomach. Nym was instantly relieved that the pressure and tickling caused by the baby was now gone. Nym began to catch her breath but instantly the adult lifted its mighty front bird claw and put it on Nym’s stomach. Nym was now pinned under the adults talons and try as she might to move she was unable to. The pressure caused by the adults claw didn’t hurt but in the pit of Nym’s had a growing feeling thing were about to get a lot worse. The adult lowered its head, and its beak nudged her like she was an odd new toy.
Suddenly the adults claw began to flex which tickled Nym’s ribs. Nym began to laugh again “HAHAHAHAHA, NO… NOT AGAIN! OKAY…OKAY…HAHAHAHAHAHA…YOU ARE VERY LARGE…HAHAHAHAHAH…. AND I AM VERY SMALL. STOP TICKLING ME. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
The adult seemed to look down at Nym with enjoyment in its eyes.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA! HOW ARE…HAHAHAHAHAHA….YOU SO GOOD…..HAHAHAHAHAHA…AT THIS! HAHAHAHAHAHAH. STOP! PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I…GIVE UP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”
Suddenly Nym then felt a tickling sensation and weight on her right foot. It was the baby, who was now sitting on her leg looking down at her now trapped right foot. “NO! HAHAHAHAHAHA! DON’T YOU…HAHAHAHAHAHA…DARE! HAHAHAHAHA” laughed Nym. The baby lowered its head and began to gently nibble on her toes which sent Nym into ticklish overdrive.
“HAHAHAHA. NO! NOT MY FEET. HAHAHAHA! CUT IT OUT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. NO! DON’T DO THAT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. THEY ARE NOT FOR NIBBLING! HAHAHAHAHAAHAHA! NO MORE! NOT MY RIBS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Nym’s laughter and frantic yelping echoed throughout the area, but this did nothing to stop the griffins.
“HAHAHA. PLEASE STOP! NO! NOT THERE! NO! NOT THERE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I’M BEGGIN YOU! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Her pleas went unanswered, as the griffins continued there ticklish fun. Nym laughed, pleaded and struggled but to no avail. She couldn’t tell how long she was tickled for, but she continued to struggle and plead for the griffins to stop. After some time Nym eventually managed to squirm enough to free herself from the adults tickling claw. Nym then managed to kick the baby off of her right leg and tried to stand and run but she stumbled and fell. The baby then pounced on her pinning her to the ground again and began ticking her ribs with its claws.
“HAHAHAHAHA. STOP! FUCK! STOP IT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. NO MORE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
The parent slowly approached and watched as its baby tickled their new toy.
After what felt like minutes the baby hopped off of Nym leaving her gasping for breath and struggling to get her thoughts together. Nym didn’t have time to waist. She had to get away for here that’s all she knew. Nym then tried to get up, but she struggled to stand. She was too exhausted. Nym decided that crawling away was her only option at the moment, and that’s what she did. She tried to crawl away as fast as she could, however the adult was on her instantly. Its beak grabbed her leg gently but firmly.
“Oh! No” though Nym as she was pulled backward. Nym tried to pull free from the griffin’s beak, but the parent was too strong. Nym was nothing to this creature. It lifted her into the air with ease as it walked toward the nest. “Let me go you oversized misshapen bird. Let me go!”
The parent was unfazed by Nym’s words and took her into the nest and gently lowered her in it. Nym was shocked at the size of the nest. It was large enough for four adult griffins to fit into it.
The baby griffin then came into view and dashed at Nym. It pounced on her again and knocked her down. Nym rolled onto her stomach, and tried to regain her composure. But the baby had other plans. it sat on the back of her legs and began to nibble and lick her sensitive soles. It’s soft fluffy feathers also added the tickle assault. Nym instantly began laughing. Her feet were arguably her most ticklish spot.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA. STOP! PLEASE! I’M BEGGING YOU! HAHAHAHAHAH!”
Every movement of her foot caused her soles to stroke the babies feathers tickling her more. “HAHAHAHAHAHAH! NO MORE! PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. NO! NOT MY FEET! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” laughed Nym as she ponded her feet on the floor of the nest.
The adult then joined the tickle attack and began to nibble Nym’s sides and under arms. Nym laughed harder.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. NO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I CANT... HAHAHAHAHAHA…TAKE IT…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Nym’s laughter and reactions only seemed to encourage the griffins as they continued to target the worst spots that they had found. Nym wriggled, writhed, twisted and bucked. No matter how hard she tried to escape or protect herself the griffins adjusted and continued their ticklish playtime. That’s what Nym was to them. She was a toy. Their very own tickle toy.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. STOP! PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MERCY! NO NOT MY FEET! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO… NOT MY RIBS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH”
Time passed in relentless and unyielding tickling and eventually Nym black out from exhaustion and over stimulation.
THE ESCAPE
When Nym woke up it was getting dark, and the two griffins were fast asleep. However, Nym found that the adult’s front talon was resting on the chest and stomach like a safe belt. Its talons gently pressing against her ribs much like it did when it tickled her mercilessly not long ago. The baby was curled up on her legs, which only added to Nym’s problems.
Nym breathed carefully.
Okay Nym. Your still alive and now is the best chance you have to escape. You can do this. Quiet. Slow. DO NOT wake the giant birds, she thought to herself.
She began slowly wiggle her way out from under the adult’s claw, but every now and again it twitched, tickling her ribs. Nym held her breath hoping the tickle sensation would subside quickly.
The feathers of the adult’s forearm brushed gently along her stomach, causing the tickle sensations in her to grow but she held her laughter in. Her mind was on fire an all she wanted to do was laugh, but that would wake the griffins.
Nym was laughing internally. “If they wake up again, I’m bird food! Or I’ll forever be the bird tickle toy!” she thought through the building laughter.
No! I won’t got through that torture again, thought Nym stirnly. She continued to wiggle free while also suppressing the tickle sensations she was feeling. Unfortunate Nym’s problems continued. He movement cause the baby to roll onto the feet, and it feather tickled like crazy. Nym bit the inside of her cheek and move again. The baby shuffled in its sleep, its fluffy face brushing across her toes.
"Hahaha! No! Not my feet! Hahaha! Stop! Hahaha! Please! Hahaha!" she thought frantically. Nym was screaming internally but she held her laughter in and moved again.
This time she moved her feet free of the baby and then wiggled again and managed to get away from the adult. Nym was breathing heavily through her nose, and the tickle sensations were quickly going. She let out a quiet sigh and then cautiously walked over and plucked a golden feather from the adult.
“Finally! Mission accomplished” Nym thought to herself. She then quietly turned and crept out of the nest.
Nym began to quietly descend the cliff. She made it back to the area she original hide from the griifins and took a moment to compose herself. So far so good she though. Nym decided to climb over a hollow log and then cut through the trees to give her cover just in case the griffins wake up. She climbed up onto the log and was about to hop off when the log broke under her and her left foot became stuck in it.
“Fuck!” Nym tried to pull her foot free, but it was stuck.
Something fuzzy wriggled across her bare stuck foot. Nym went rigid.
“Oh no. Oh NO! Oh, PLEASE not now.” Said Nym under her breath.
Inside the log unbeknown to Nym was a 10-centimetre-long caterpillar called a Crawling Tickler. It is a bright blue, fuzzy, mischievous caterpillar with fine hairs covering it’s body. The hairs are super ticklish, and they also help it stick to surfaces such as skin. Once the crawler attaches, unless the crawler wants to let go, it won’t. The crawler began to wiggle gleefully along Nym’s sole stickling to her sole with its tiny hairs.
A sharp, overwhelming tickling sensation shot up her leg and Nym slapped a hand over her mouth.
“I CANNOT MAKE NOISE. THE GRIFFIN’S WILL HEAR. THEY WILL WAKE UP. THEY COULD EAT ME. LIKE I’M BREAKFAST. OR WORSE THEY WILL TREAT ME LIKE A TICKLE TOY AGAIN!’ thought Nym frantically
The crawler continued squirmed between her toes, vibrating like it was powered by caffeine and terrible decisions.
Nym silently screamed.
Her whole body trembled with frantic, repressed laughter. She frantically tried to pull her leg free but the log held firm. She then tried to shack the crawler off, but it was firmly stuck and continued to explore Nym’s ticklish foot.
‘HAHAHAHAH. NOT AGAIN! NOT MOY FOOT! NO! NO! NO! NOT MY TOES! HAHAHAHA”
Looking around Nym noticed there was an over hanging branch. If she could reach it, she could pull herself up and free herself. Nym stretched and was able to grab the branch with her fingertips. But as she pulled it down, the branch swung out of her grasp. The branch flung up and then down dislodging many other crawling ticklers who were sleeping in the tree. Some of the crawlers landed on Nym and as soon as they woke up their tiny hairs sprang into action sticking to Nym’s skin.
Nym tried to shake the crawlers off, but they were stuck fast to her. One of the crawlers climbers down the back of Nym’s top and tickled her back. Another one crawled down her top and into her bra. The crawler moved its way under her large breast and then went slowly up her cleavage. This was an area she never knew was ticklish on her before.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. OH MY GOD! MAKE IT STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHA”
The crawler then moved it tickling body and moved toward her nipples and began tickling and teasing them.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAH. NOT MY TITS! PLEASE STOP. NO! NOT THERE!” Nym screamed in her mind.
Nym’s nipples became erect for the crawlers ticklish exploration. This shocked her but she was more concerned about stopping the ticklish onslaught and getting free.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. STOP! OH NO! NOT THERE! HAHAHAHAHA. PLEASE STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHA” Nym’s inner thoughts screamed as the crawlers changed their directions and moved back over her ticklish skin. It was as if they knew exactly what they were doing.
Two more caterpillars then appeared, one began exploring Nym’s ticklish stomach and belly button, while the other explored her left side and ribs. Nym wanted to scream and laugh but she clenched her jaw and clapped her hands over her mouth to try and stop herself from laughing. Suddenly Nym felt another caterpillar crawl into her right arm pit and wiggle around. Nym tried to cover her arm pits, but this trapped the crawler and only added to her ticklish suffering. Light giggles and gasps escaped her mouth, so she bit her cheek and put her hands more tightly over her mouth. Tears appeared in Nyms eyes as her body shook from all the tickling. She couldn’t take much more of this and prayed the creatures would stop. And soon.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. STOP! I CANT…TAKE THIS! HAHAHAHA. PLEASE! I BEG OF YOU! STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Nym’s thoughts screamed. Her suddenly rapid movements seemed to only encourage the crawler on her foot. It began to loop around her toes and then headed back over the sole of her foot.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUCK! NOT MY TOES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…NOT MY FOOT AGAIN! HAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE! STOP! NO NOT THERE! HAHAHAHAHAHA” Nym’s mind was on fire, and she struggled to hold in her laughter. Despite Nym’s ticklish struggles, the worst was yet to come. Two crawlers manoeuvred up her jeans and crawled down into her pants. One wiggled its way into the front of her G-string and crawled slowly over her shaven pussy. Its fine hair and movements tickling her mound, lips and clit.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO! GET OUT! GET OUT OF THERE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed in her mind. The other crawler followed the first but instead of going to her pussy it continued ion its ticklish way and went around her thigh and around to her ass.
“HAHAHAHAHA. NO! NOT THER! GET OUT OF THERE! HAHAHAHA. GET OFF ME! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA FUCK! THIS IS TORTURE! FUCK! NO NOT THERE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” screamed Nym internally
All of her most ticklish spots were being assaulted at once. Even her most private areas where being tickle, which she didn’t even know were ticklish. Nym thrashed and tried to remove the crawlers, but they were impossible to remove due to their fine hairs. The more Nym struggled the more they seemed to tickle her more. As the ticklish assault continued Nym began to realise that the crawlers on her clit and pussy not only tickled like crazy… but also was starting to turn her on.
Nym pounded on her legs and in frustration and tried her hardest to hold in her laughter, while struggling frantically to break free.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAH! PLEASE. STOP! I. HAHAHAHAHAHA. BEG OF YOU! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” thought Nym as she struggled to hold in her laughter and building pleasure. Suddenly the one tickling her ass moved between her legs and began to assist the one tickling her pussy. This new ticklish sensation made Nym’s eyes shoot open and some laughs escaped her mouth. She clamped her hands over her mouth muffling her laughter. She was going red in the face, and she knew that if she didn’t escape soon she would either die laughing or wake the griffins which would only add to her ticklish predicament.
Nym couldn’t hold out any longer. She summoned all her strength and after three attempts she managed to pull her leg free from the log and then took off running into the forest. The crawlers continued to tickle her as she ran. She stumbled and staggered a cold of times, but she didn’t stop moving. The ticklish assault on her was building and was taking its toll on her. Out of all the tickling she was being subjected to by the crawlers the worst were the one on her left foot which was now wriggling between her toe as as she ran, and the two tickling her shaven and turned on pussy.
Nym ran and ran until she couldn’t run anymore. The tickling overcame her and she collapsed on the ground exhausted, turned on and tickled into madness. The crawlers continued their tickle assault, and Nym couldn’t hold her laughter in anymore. She began laughing loudly, while rolling around on the ground.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. PLEASE! STOP! HAHAHAHAHAH”
“NO! NOT THERE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Nym wasn’t sure how long the crawlers tickled her for, but it was maddening. Nym was so turned on by the crawlers tickling her pussy, that she eventually came and came hard. This must have annoyed or affected the crawlers because they left her pussy shortly after and disappeared. The other crawlers went away as well which was great for Nym. She lay there exhausted in a giggly, over stimulated, and euphoria mess. He body tingled and spasmed from all the tickling, and she still felt the lingering tickling sensation caused by the crawlers.
Nym laid there covered in sweat and feeling defeated and exhausted. “What the fuck” thought Nym “Does everything in this messed up world want to tickle me? First time I’ve ever climaxed from being tickled though…or from a bug…”
Nym wasn’t sure how long she lay there for, but the sun was now starting to rise and Nym couldn’t believe it was daytime already. How long was she held captive and tickle for?
Nym wanted to lay there more, just to give her body more time to recover, but a loud screech cut through the air and got her attention. The Griffin’s!
Nym struggled to pull herself to her feet. Her pussy still tingling from the climax and tickle assault. She checked to see if she still had the feather, which she did. ‘Good” she thought “I’m not going back there ever again.”
She struggled to stand up and then she slowly walked on hoping to make it back to Mirus so she could punch him right in the jaw.
A DEAL COMPLETE
Nym wandered the forest aimlessly for what she believed was hours. Over the time that she walked the tickling sensations caused by the crawlers were gone and in its place was shame. Shame that two caterpillars had given her the best orgasm of her life, all by tickling her senseless. Not even herself, or her ex-boyfriend Michael could do what those fucking bugs did! Despite how good the orgasm was, she was angry and annoyed with herself for it happening. This will not happen again she thought to herself.
She stopped by a stream to get some water and have a rest. After her ordeal she needed it. After a moment of rest she continued on until she found familiar landmarks which would lead her back to Mirus and his men.
Sometime later a barely conscious, dirt-covered, and emotionally ruined, Nym stumbled back into Mirus’s camp. His soldiers instantly shifted into alert formation — disciplined, crisp, protective.
Mirus stepped forward, face unreadable.
Nym glared at him but didn’t say a word.
Mirus said, “Good morning, Curves. What happened to you?”
“You didn’t tell me the griffins where tickle fanatics! Or that there are caterpillars who can tickle you into madness!”
Mirus smiled and his men chuckled. “So, you met the crawling ticklers. That explains a bit. They are a nasty ticklish creature, but they are not the worst out there. And when it comes to the griffins, I did say they were… playful.”
“Well maybe you should have told me the truth instead of being cryptic. Oh and just so you know the giant birds are tickle freaks and the caterpillars are very tickly and get everywhere so just watch out.”
“Nice story Curves. Did you get the feather?” Mirus asked dismissively.
Nym was shocked that he ignored her, but she shouldn’t have been surprised. She walked forward and thrust the feather at him with a shaking hand.
“Here! Just so we are clear I suffered a great deal to get that feather. A LOT.”
Mirus took the feather and inspected it calmly.
“This will suffice.” He said.
“Suffice?! SUFFICE?! SIR I WAS ADOPTED BY BIRDS WHO TICKLED ME AND TREATED ME LIKE A TOY! I WAS AMBUSHED AND TREATED LIKE A PLAYGROUND TO TICKLE HUNGRY CATAPILLARS...!”
Mirus cut Nym off ‘That great Curves, and I wish I could have been there to see it all, but unfortunately I wasn’t and we have to go. Boys!”
Before Nym could speak, two soldiers grabbed her arms with swift precision and held them against her body. Another tossed a heavy sheet over her, wraping it tight around her body. Then added rope in a perfectly executed binding technique that suggested they had practiced this. Nym was now bound and tired up. The only parts on Nym that could been seen were her head and her feet. She was unable to move her body even the slightest bit. The sheet and rope were too tight and firm, but she was able to move her head and feet for what little good that was.
The men lowered Nym gently to the ground as she continued to struggle to break free.
“Hey! LET ME…GO!!” Nym protested.
“I’m not letting you go Curves. Not yet anyway.” Said Mirus coldly.
“We had a deal!” shouted Nym as gag was added, silencing her.
Mirus held up the feather in front of Nym, “Oh don’t worry Curves. I’ll take you to see the wizard, but he won’t be sending you home. Thanks for getting the feather for me though.”
Mirus put the feather away and then pulled out a black glove with a red gem on the back of it. He put it on his right hand and said ‘Now Curves we are going on a trip to meet an old friend. So, behave and don’t even think about trying to escape, or you will suffer the consequences.”
He then tapped Nym’s head with his gloved hand. The red gem stone glowed for a moment, and when Mirus removed his gloved hand, instantly Nym felt like her whole body was being tickled by what felt like hundreds of unseen hands. Nym screamed with laughter into the gag and tried to thrash free, but the sheet and rope held her tightly. Clearly the glove Mirus wore was a magic tickle glove, which cause tickling far worse than anything Nym had been subjected too so far. Nym continued to howl with muffled laughter and struggled in vain to escape.
“You like it Curves? It’s a tickle glove. Got it from another friend of mine. It allows me to magically tickle anyone I touch with it.”
Nym trashed and tried to move her hands and arms, but they were bound to her sides. The invisible hands that Nym felt tickling her were nowhere to be seen, but also everywhere. The feeling was unnatural. But it still tickled all the same.
Mirus smiled as he looked down at Nym in her poor tired, bound and tickled state.
“Don’t worry Curves the magic will wear off in a few minutes. That is unless you like it and you want more?”
Nym’s eyes widened. She shook. The gag in her mouth muffled her attempts to say no as she laughed like a lunatic”.
Mirus’s smile widened. “Did I just hear you correctly. You want more?”
Nym shook her head more rapidly as she continued to laugh and plead for mercy through the gag.
Mirus smirked as he looked down at Nym. “You are a really kinky minx you know that Curves. I bet you’re wild in the sack.”
Nym wanted to tell Mirus to go fuck himself, but the tickling was too intense, and she continued to buck, twist, and laugh like a wild animal.
Mirus looked at his men, “What do you think boys? I think she loves it. And as you know, I can’t refuse a lady's request for more.”
The men snickered and nodded in agreement. Mirus reached out with his gloved hand again but this time he touched Nym’s bare feet. The gem glowed and instantly Nym felt the tickling she was already subjected too, intensify. Nym thrashed around more violently and laughed more manically into the gag.
Mirus smiled at his handy work and then said, “You’re a real gem Curves. You and I are going to have so much fun together.”
He then turned to his men, “Let's move on boys, and make sure nothing bad happens to Curves.”
Three men picked her up the restrained and laughing Nym and carried her like a log. The men then walked off into the forest carrying their restrained and ticklish prisoner who laughed and laughed and laughed.
21-year-old Nym Lightfoot hadn’t planned to spend her weekend at the old family manor in Rosehill, but after days of unanswered calls from her grandmother, a quiet unease pushed her onto the first train out of the city. Elise Lightfoot never disappeared. She was steady as moonrise, reliable as sunrise—until now.
The manor loomed at the top of the hill; its stone walls wrapped in ivy and years of history. Normally it smelled of lavender and polished wood, but today it felt… still. Silent. Watching.
Nym pushed open the front door and slipped her shoes off as she stepped inside in her white socks. Grandma hated shoes in the house and always had. Nym wore low rise jeans that tightly hugged her hips and ass, highlighting all her curves. She also wore a black crop top which covered her 34DD breasts, but left her flat stomach exposed. She winced at the thought of the lecture she’d get when her grandmother saw her.
Her grandmother never approved of revealing clothes, claiming they were “drafty” and “unbefitting of a woman.” But she also had a habit of teasing Nym for her choice in clothing. Light-hearted, affectionate, and playful. A quick, mischievous tickle at Nym’s exposed hips would cause Nym to laugh and her grandmother seemed to enjoy it. Nym normally didn’t like being tickled. But being tickled by her grandmother however was an exception; with her it had always felt safe, warm, part of their bond.
Growing up, Elise would even playfully tickle Nym’s feet and ribs whenever she was sulking or angry, breaking tension with laughter in the way only she could. Those little moments, those silly, loving gestures, had stitched their relationship together. Her grandmother had been one of the biggest, brightest pieces of her life, a steady warmth she’d always counted on.
Sometimes, Nym wondered. Only half-jokingly, if she wore clothes like this around the manor just so her grandmother would huff, misjudge the world, and give her one of those tickles that only her grandmother could give. Lucky grandmother doesn’t know about the G strink I’m wearing though Nym to herself. She would defiantly not like that. Nym giggled as she remembered all the times her grandmother would tickle her. Just the mere though gave her goose bumps and giggles.
Nym suppressed her thoughts and called out for her grandmother, but there was no answer. The house remained quiet.
“Grandma?” Nym called again, her voice echoing through the vast hallway lined with portraits.
Still no reply.
A half-finished cup of tea sat on a side table. A shawl hung over a chair. Everything looked exactly as if Elise had just stepped away—and forgotten to return.
But Elise didn’t forget things.
As dread crawled up Nym’s spine, she searched the manor room by room, her socked feet silent on the polished floors, until she reached the one place she had never been allowed to enter.
The library.
The door, always locked, but now it stood slightly open.
The Library
Dust swirled lazily in the sunlight glowing through tall windows. Towering shelves framed the room like wooden sentinels, and in the centre stood a single pedestal.
Upon it rested an old book. But this book was different. Made of thick red leather, with metal clasps. It had runes etched deeply into the spine. The runes almost seemed to glow as Nym looked at it. On the cover the title burned faintly in old gold letters: Lorehive
“What were you hiding, Grandma?” she whispered.
Nym approached slowly. The air around it hummed faintly, causing the hair on the back of Nym’s neck to stand up. Nym then noticed that on the pedestal under the book was a golden plague attached to it. Engraved on the plage was the words “Do not touch this book or open it unless you are certain”
Nym Lightfoot squinted at it.
“Okay but like… define ‘certain.’”
The moment her fingers touched the cold metal clasp, it snapped open. Nym was a little spooked but slowly opened the cover. Suddenly a vortex of iridescent light spun around her. The vortex grew blurring the colours and shapes around her twisted and churning. Wind roared out of the pages, swirling around her, lifting dust, papers, and her unbound hair into a golden whirlwind. She tried to back away, her socks sliding on the polished floor, but her feet found no ground to grip.
The library dissolved.
The manor dissolved.
The world dissolved.
Suddenly the vortex began to slow and stop, and the world around her came back into focus. Nym was no longer standing in her grandmother’s library, but instead she was standing on a mossy forest floor, barefoot. Her tank top askew, jeans dusty, and hair sticking out like a confused hedgehog.
Nym took in her surroundings and then said jokingly, “This is why I exclusively read ebooks.”
MIRUS AND THE DEAL
The forest around her was vibrant to the point of rude — shimmering leaves, chiming insects, drifting motes of golden light. Beautiful, magical, and just suspicious enough to feel like a trap. Nym groaned and placed her hands on her hips. Where the hell am I she thought to herself. Was I sucked into the stupid book? No that’s stupid. Could I have been transported to another world? Am I dreaming?”
Suddenly a twig snapped behind her breaking up her thoughts. Nym turned around to see nine armoured soldiers emerged from the shadows. They men moved with trained precision, forming a semicircle around her. Their swords drawn. Eyes alert. Stances perfect.
Nym froze.
“Hi. Hello. Please don’t stab me. I bruise incredibly easily.”
Then the last figure stepped forward. Tall, still, commanding.
He moved like every step was intentional. Dark hair, sharp jaw, unreadable eyes — the kind of handsome that looked patented. But there was something about his eyes. Something Nym didn’t trust. Nym guessed he was around 28 to 30 years old. He studied her with cool calculation before speaking.
“I am Mirus,” he said, voice calm and steady. “Commander of this unit. Who are you?” Nym nodded shakily. “I’m Nym. Civilian. Very fragile.”
The men laughed and Mirus gestured for his men to put their swords away which they did.
“Nym…I don’t like that name. I think I will just call you Curves.” The other eight men snickered, and Nym suddenly felt very vulnerable and tried to cover her chest with her arm and hand.
Mirus smiled and said “Well curves, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Your clearly not from are not from Lorehive”.
“Wow, you can tell!? Was it my jeans that gave it away?” said Nym sarcastically.
Mirus chuckled. “I have no idea what jeans are but I’m sure they look good on you. No, what gave it away is your smell. You smell sweet, life a fruit. And of course your clothes, they are very foreign to Lorehive. So, it’s not hard to tell you not from here”
“Okay rude, she thought. Rude but accurate” thought Nym.
Nym the said, “look, I have no idea where I am, or how I got here, but I’d really like to go home. Preferably before something eats me or hurts me.”
Mirus considered her silently for a moment. “And where is home, curves?”
Nym glared at Mirus, “Don’t call me Curves! My name is Nym, and I live in Wallace, North Carolina”.
Mirus shock his head with a handsome smirk, “Sorry Curves, I’ve never heard of Wallace, or whatever you call it.”
“Stop calling me Curves! My name is Nym.” She snapped
Mirus smiled and looked Nym up and down. She felt objectified but tried to stay strong and confident.
“Look curves, Lorehive is full of magic, and maybe, just maybe there is a way to help you get home. But it’s going to cost you.”
Nym swallowed hard. What did this man want she thought? Money? Her body?
Mirus chuckled a little and said “I know a guy. A wizard, very powerful one actually. He knows a thing or two and he could send you home. But before I take you to him, you have to do something for me”
Nym braced herself. “Let me guess. You want me to sleep with you?”
Mirus smiled and replied, “Are you offering Curves?”
The men snickered and Nym glared at Mirus angrily. “I might take you up on that offer another time Curves. But no, I want something else instead. Something easy.”
Nym looked confused. “What do you want then? A pebble. A leaf. A…”
“A feather,” Mirus said.
“That sounds doable.” Replied Nym
“From an adult griffin” said Mirus with a smile
Nym stared. “A Griffin? Are you kidding me? Griffins aren’t real!”
“They might not be real where you come from Curves, but in Lorehive they are very much real. Just like Dragons, fairies, gremlins, unicorns, and a many other creatures.”
Nym scoffed, “Of course they exist here!”
Nym then groaned and said, “So you want me to go and get a feather from an adult Griffin? That’s it?”
Mirus nodded in reply. “Are you trying to get me killed?” questioned Nym.
“No,” Mirus said. “But I am willing to risk it.”
“I’m just one woman, with no weapons. If it’s so easy, why can’t you and your men go and get one?”
Mirus lowered his head and then looked back up at Nym with a sexy smile. “Well Curves the truth is we were on our way to get one before we ran into you. You present us with a different approach to our goal. You see the magical beasts and creatures of Lorehive are cautious, skittish and sometimes aggressive toward men. But to women they tend to be more… playful and passive. Plus, you’re a pretty young women who is light on her feet. I’m sure you could sneak up on a griffin take its feather and get out of there before it even knew you were there.”
Nym considered this but felt that something was off. Mirus must have sense Nym;s apprehension, and added, “If you don’t want to get the feather, then I guess I could take you up on your offer to sleep together.”
Nym felt sick to her stomach. “No! I don’t want to sleep with you!” she snapped.
Mirus grinned. “That’s a shame, but your loss Curves. But, that leads us back to my original offer. You get me an adult griffin feather, and I will take you to the wizard so you can go home. Deal?”
Nym chewed it over in her mind for a moment. On one hand it was just getting a feather, but on the other hand it was from a mythical creature that could kill her in a heartbeat. She had to find a way home and if this wizard that Mirus knows could help her, she had to take the chance. Nym sighed. Hard. She didn’t exactly have an other options. “Deal” she said reluctantly.
Mirus nodded and smiled “Excellent. There is a griffin nest about an hour’s walk from here. It lives on a cliff in the woods so be careful. We will be here waiting for you to return.”
Nym sighed and then went to walk off, but then stopped and turned to face the group. she pointed at Mirus and said, “I’ll get your stupid feather, but if I die, I’m haunting you and your entire family tree.”
Mirus smiled and gave the slightest bow of his head. “If that’s the case, either way I’m going to be a lucky man, Curves.”
Nym glared at Mirus and then began to walk in the direction he told her to go. Suddenly Mirus called out to her, “Hey Curves, I just want you to know. I don’t want you to go but I love watching you leave.” the group of men began laughing.
Nym was now painfully aware that Mirus was perving on her shapely ass in her jeans. Nym was proud of her figure, but sometimes it drew her unnecessary attention. Like the attention she was getting now. She had dealt with men like Mirus before, they objectified her and tried to use her. Nym knew deep down that Mirus was doing the same thing now, but since he wasn’t actively trying to sleep with her, she was unsure of his true motives. She made no comment and instead continued to walk away as the men continued to laugh.
THE GRIFFINS
Nym travelled for over and hour through the forest until she came to a more rugged and rocky area. The griffin’s territory was rocky, windy, and had big “YOU WILL DIE HERE” energy.
A large cliff loomed over the area, with the forest growing around it. The cliff was jagged and steep but had plenty of foliage and grassy areas as well. Each step on the rocky surface sent shivers up Nym bare feet so she tried to stick to the grassy patches where possible. She crept forward, heart racing, wary of the massive nest that could be now seen at the summit. Nym found a grassy area with lots of bushes, rocks, hollow logs and trees to hide amongst. She wanted to scope the area out before she approached the nest.
Nym crouched behind a boulder and waited. Within a few seconds she spotted the adult griffin perched on another area of the overseeing the nest cliff like a feathery monarch. Nym was shocked that she didn’t see it earlier, its golden feathers shimmered in the sun. Its massive talons dug into stone. And it’s eagle head surveyed it’s kingdom.
Nym sighed and then whispered to herself,
“Just grab a feather. One feather. Don’t get eaten. Easy.”
The griffin turned its head toward the nest, then looked away. Nym then got an idea, who said I had to get a feather from the griffin? I could just get one from the nest.
As she began to form a plan in her head Something small launched itself into the back of her legs. She fell forward slightly and shrieked. “What the hell!!”
Nym turned around to see a baby griffin the size of a German Shepard looking at her. It’s lion body looked young and strong and its eagle front limbs, wings and head were all fluff, with white and gold feathers. It looked excited and enthusiastic at her. It’s just a big puppy though Nym to herself. Suddenly the baby griffin dashed at her pushing her on to the ground and clambered across her. Nym fell onto her back in a flurry of limbs and panic. Its tiny claws scrabbled across her ribs tickling her as Its beak poked her underarms like it was checking for loose change.
“HAHA. NO! STOP! YOU LITTLE… QUIT IT! HAHA—!!” cackled Nym as the baby griffin tickled her. Nym tried to push the baby off of her, but her strength was sapped by the tickling inflicted by the baby. Nym then tried to roll away but to no avail. The baby’s weight and tickling had her pinned and helpless. The baby continued to tickle her ribs with its eagle front talons with grace and precision, while it’s beak continued to tickle her armpits. HAHAHAHAHAH. NO! STOP! PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” cackled Nym as she struggled in vain to protect herself or break free.
Suddenly a loud screech pierced the air, and the baby stopped tickling Nym. As Nym lay there exhausted and trying to catch her breath, she saw the adult griffin flying toward them.
“Oh come on!” Nym squeaked through her laughter.
The adult griffin landed with a heavy thud and stood over Nym and the baby. It was too late for Nym to escape now. The adult was about two metres tall and looked at Nym with curiosity rather than anger.
The adult growled and the baby hopped off of Nym’s stomach. Nym was instantly relieved that the pressure and tickling caused by the baby was now gone. Nym began to catch her breath but instantly the adult lifted its mighty front bird claw and put it on Nym’s stomach. Nym was now pinned under the adults talons and try as she might to move she was unable to. The pressure caused by the adults claw didn’t hurt but in the pit of Nym’s had a growing feeling thing were about to get a lot worse. The adult lowered its head, and its beak nudged her like she was an odd new toy.
Suddenly the adults claw began to flex which tickled Nym’s ribs. Nym began to laugh again “HAHAHAHAHA, NO… NOT AGAIN! OKAY…OKAY…HAHAHAHAHAHA…YOU ARE VERY LARGE…HAHAHAHAHAH…. AND I AM VERY SMALL. STOP TICKLING ME. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
The adult seemed to look down at Nym with enjoyment in its eyes.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA! HOW ARE…HAHAHAHAHAHA….YOU SO GOOD…..HAHAHAHAHAHA…AT THIS! HAHAHAHAHAHAH. STOP! PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I…GIVE UP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”
Suddenly Nym then felt a tickling sensation and weight on her right foot. It was the baby, who was now sitting on her leg looking down at her now trapped right foot. “NO! HAHAHAHAHAHA! DON’T YOU…HAHAHAHAHAHA…DARE! HAHAHAHAHA” laughed Nym. The baby lowered its head and began to gently nibble on her toes which sent Nym into ticklish overdrive.
“HAHAHAHA. NO! NOT MY FEET. HAHAHAHA! CUT IT OUT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. NO! DON’T DO THAT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. THEY ARE NOT FOR NIBBLING! HAHAHAHAHAAHAHA! NO MORE! NOT MY RIBS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Nym’s laughter and frantic yelping echoed throughout the area, but this did nothing to stop the griffins.
“HAHAHA. PLEASE STOP! NO! NOT THERE! NO! NOT THERE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I’M BEGGIN YOU! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Her pleas went unanswered, as the griffins continued there ticklish fun. Nym laughed, pleaded and struggled but to no avail. She couldn’t tell how long she was tickled for, but she continued to struggle and plead for the griffins to stop. After some time Nym eventually managed to squirm enough to free herself from the adults tickling claw. Nym then managed to kick the baby off of her right leg and tried to stand and run but she stumbled and fell. The baby then pounced on her pinning her to the ground again and began ticking her ribs with its claws.
“HAHAHAHAHA. STOP! FUCK! STOP IT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. NO MORE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
The parent slowly approached and watched as its baby tickled their new toy.
After what felt like minutes the baby hopped off of Nym leaving her gasping for breath and struggling to get her thoughts together. Nym didn’t have time to waist. She had to get away for here that’s all she knew. Nym then tried to get up, but she struggled to stand. She was too exhausted. Nym decided that crawling away was her only option at the moment, and that’s what she did. She tried to crawl away as fast as she could, however the adult was on her instantly. Its beak grabbed her leg gently but firmly.
“Oh! No” though Nym as she was pulled backward. Nym tried to pull free from the griffin’s beak, but the parent was too strong. Nym was nothing to this creature. It lifted her into the air with ease as it walked toward the nest. “Let me go you oversized misshapen bird. Let me go!”
The parent was unfazed by Nym’s words and took her into the nest and gently lowered her in it. Nym was shocked at the size of the nest. It was large enough for four adult griffins to fit into it.
The baby griffin then came into view and dashed at Nym. It pounced on her again and knocked her down. Nym rolled onto her stomach, and tried to regain her composure. But the baby had other plans. it sat on the back of her legs and began to nibble and lick her sensitive soles. It’s soft fluffy feathers also added the tickle assault. Nym instantly began laughing. Her feet were arguably her most ticklish spot.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA. STOP! PLEASE! I’M BEGGING YOU! HAHAHAHAHAH!”
Every movement of her foot caused her soles to stroke the babies feathers tickling her more. “HAHAHAHAHAHAH! NO MORE! PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. NO! NOT MY FEET! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” laughed Nym as she ponded her feet on the floor of the nest.
The adult then joined the tickle attack and began to nibble Nym’s sides and under arms. Nym laughed harder.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. NO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I CANT... HAHAHAHAHAHA…TAKE IT…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Nym’s laughter and reactions only seemed to encourage the griffins as they continued to target the worst spots that they had found. Nym wriggled, writhed, twisted and bucked. No matter how hard she tried to escape or protect herself the griffins adjusted and continued their ticklish playtime. That’s what Nym was to them. She was a toy. Their very own tickle toy.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. STOP! PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MERCY! NO NOT MY FEET! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO… NOT MY RIBS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH”
Time passed in relentless and unyielding tickling and eventually Nym black out from exhaustion and over stimulation.
THE ESCAPE
When Nym woke up it was getting dark, and the two griffins were fast asleep. However, Nym found that the adult’s front talon was resting on the chest and stomach like a safe belt. Its talons gently pressing against her ribs much like it did when it tickled her mercilessly not long ago. The baby was curled up on her legs, which only added to Nym’s problems.
Nym breathed carefully.
Okay Nym. Your still alive and now is the best chance you have to escape. You can do this. Quiet. Slow. DO NOT wake the giant birds, she thought to herself.
She began slowly wiggle her way out from under the adult’s claw, but every now and again it twitched, tickling her ribs. Nym held her breath hoping the tickle sensation would subside quickly.
The feathers of the adult’s forearm brushed gently along her stomach, causing the tickle sensations in her to grow but she held her laughter in. Her mind was on fire an all she wanted to do was laugh, but that would wake the griffins.
Nym was laughing internally. “If they wake up again, I’m bird food! Or I’ll forever be the bird tickle toy!” she thought through the building laughter.
No! I won’t got through that torture again, thought Nym stirnly. She continued to wiggle free while also suppressing the tickle sensations she was feeling. Unfortunate Nym’s problems continued. He movement cause the baby to roll onto the feet, and it feather tickled like crazy. Nym bit the inside of her cheek and move again. The baby shuffled in its sleep, its fluffy face brushing across her toes.
"Hahaha! No! Not my feet! Hahaha! Stop! Hahaha! Please! Hahaha!" she thought frantically. Nym was screaming internally but she held her laughter in and moved again.
This time she moved her feet free of the baby and then wiggled again and managed to get away from the adult. Nym was breathing heavily through her nose, and the tickle sensations were quickly going. She let out a quiet sigh and then cautiously walked over and plucked a golden feather from the adult.
“Finally! Mission accomplished” Nym thought to herself. She then quietly turned and crept out of the nest.
Nym began to quietly descend the cliff. She made it back to the area she original hide from the griifins and took a moment to compose herself. So far so good she though. Nym decided to climb over a hollow log and then cut through the trees to give her cover just in case the griffins wake up. She climbed up onto the log and was about to hop off when the log broke under her and her left foot became stuck in it.
“Fuck!” Nym tried to pull her foot free, but it was stuck.
Something fuzzy wriggled across her bare stuck foot. Nym went rigid.
“Oh no. Oh NO! Oh, PLEASE not now.” Said Nym under her breath.
Inside the log unbeknown to Nym was a 10-centimetre-long caterpillar called a Crawling Tickler. It is a bright blue, fuzzy, mischievous caterpillar with fine hairs covering it’s body. The hairs are super ticklish, and they also help it stick to surfaces such as skin. Once the crawler attaches, unless the crawler wants to let go, it won’t. The crawler began to wiggle gleefully along Nym’s sole stickling to her sole with its tiny hairs.
A sharp, overwhelming tickling sensation shot up her leg and Nym slapped a hand over her mouth.
“I CANNOT MAKE NOISE. THE GRIFFIN’S WILL HEAR. THEY WILL WAKE UP. THEY COULD EAT ME. LIKE I’M BREAKFAST. OR WORSE THEY WILL TREAT ME LIKE A TICKLE TOY AGAIN!’ thought Nym frantically
The crawler continued squirmed between her toes, vibrating like it was powered by caffeine and terrible decisions.
Nym silently screamed.
Her whole body trembled with frantic, repressed laughter. She frantically tried to pull her leg free but the log held firm. She then tried to shack the crawler off, but it was firmly stuck and continued to explore Nym’s ticklish foot.
‘HAHAHAHAH. NOT AGAIN! NOT MOY FOOT! NO! NO! NO! NOT MY TOES! HAHAHAHA”
Looking around Nym noticed there was an over hanging branch. If she could reach it, she could pull herself up and free herself. Nym stretched and was able to grab the branch with her fingertips. But as she pulled it down, the branch swung out of her grasp. The branch flung up and then down dislodging many other crawling ticklers who were sleeping in the tree. Some of the crawlers landed on Nym and as soon as they woke up their tiny hairs sprang into action sticking to Nym’s skin.
Nym tried to shake the crawlers off, but they were stuck fast to her. One of the crawlers climbers down the back of Nym’s top and tickled her back. Another one crawled down her top and into her bra. The crawler moved its way under her large breast and then went slowly up her cleavage. This was an area she never knew was ticklish on her before.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. OH MY GOD! MAKE IT STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHA”
The crawler then moved it tickling body and moved toward her nipples and began tickling and teasing them.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAH. NOT MY TITS! PLEASE STOP. NO! NOT THERE!” Nym screamed in her mind.
Nym’s nipples became erect for the crawlers ticklish exploration. This shocked her but she was more concerned about stopping the ticklish onslaught and getting free.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. STOP! OH NO! NOT THERE! HAHAHAHAHA. PLEASE STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHA” Nym’s inner thoughts screamed as the crawlers changed their directions and moved back over her ticklish skin. It was as if they knew exactly what they were doing.
Two more caterpillars then appeared, one began exploring Nym’s ticklish stomach and belly button, while the other explored her left side and ribs. Nym wanted to scream and laugh but she clenched her jaw and clapped her hands over her mouth to try and stop herself from laughing. Suddenly Nym felt another caterpillar crawl into her right arm pit and wiggle around. Nym tried to cover her arm pits, but this trapped the crawler and only added to her ticklish suffering. Light giggles and gasps escaped her mouth, so she bit her cheek and put her hands more tightly over her mouth. Tears appeared in Nyms eyes as her body shook from all the tickling. She couldn’t take much more of this and prayed the creatures would stop. And soon.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. STOP! I CANT…TAKE THIS! HAHAHAHA. PLEASE! I BEG OF YOU! STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Nym’s thoughts screamed. Her suddenly rapid movements seemed to only encourage the crawler on her foot. It began to loop around her toes and then headed back over the sole of her foot.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUCK! NOT MY TOES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…NOT MY FOOT AGAIN! HAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE! STOP! NO NOT THERE! HAHAHAHAHAHA” Nym’s mind was on fire, and she struggled to hold in her laughter. Despite Nym’s ticklish struggles, the worst was yet to come. Two crawlers manoeuvred up her jeans and crawled down into her pants. One wiggled its way into the front of her G-string and crawled slowly over her shaven pussy. Its fine hair and movements tickling her mound, lips and clit.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO! GET OUT! GET OUT OF THERE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” she screamed in her mind. The other crawler followed the first but instead of going to her pussy it continued ion its ticklish way and went around her thigh and around to her ass.
“HAHAHAHAHA. NO! NOT THER! GET OUT OF THERE! HAHAHAHA. GET OFF ME! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA FUCK! THIS IS TORTURE! FUCK! NO NOT THERE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” screamed Nym internally
All of her most ticklish spots were being assaulted at once. Even her most private areas where being tickle, which she didn’t even know were ticklish. Nym thrashed and tried to remove the crawlers, but they were impossible to remove due to their fine hairs. The more Nym struggled the more they seemed to tickle her more. As the ticklish assault continued Nym began to realise that the crawlers on her clit and pussy not only tickled like crazy… but also was starting to turn her on.
Nym pounded on her legs and in frustration and tried her hardest to hold in her laughter, while struggling frantically to break free.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAH! PLEASE. STOP! I. HAHAHAHAHAHA. BEG OF YOU! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” thought Nym as she struggled to hold in her laughter and building pleasure. Suddenly the one tickling her ass moved between her legs and began to assist the one tickling her pussy. This new ticklish sensation made Nym’s eyes shoot open and some laughs escaped her mouth. She clamped her hands over her mouth muffling her laughter. She was going red in the face, and she knew that if she didn’t escape soon she would either die laughing or wake the griffins which would only add to her ticklish predicament.
Nym couldn’t hold out any longer. She summoned all her strength and after three attempts she managed to pull her leg free from the log and then took off running into the forest. The crawlers continued to tickle her as she ran. She stumbled and staggered a cold of times, but she didn’t stop moving. The ticklish assault on her was building and was taking its toll on her. Out of all the tickling she was being subjected to by the crawlers the worst were the one on her left foot which was now wriggling between her toe as as she ran, and the two tickling her shaven and turned on pussy.
Nym ran and ran until she couldn’t run anymore. The tickling overcame her and she collapsed on the ground exhausted, turned on and tickled into madness. The crawlers continued their tickle assault, and Nym couldn’t hold her laughter in anymore. She began laughing loudly, while rolling around on the ground.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. PLEASE! STOP! HAHAHAHAHAH”
“NO! NOT THERE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Nym wasn’t sure how long the crawlers tickled her for, but it was maddening. Nym was so turned on by the crawlers tickling her pussy, that she eventually came and came hard. This must have annoyed or affected the crawlers because they left her pussy shortly after and disappeared. The other crawlers went away as well which was great for Nym. She lay there exhausted in a giggly, over stimulated, and euphoria mess. He body tingled and spasmed from all the tickling, and she still felt the lingering tickling sensation caused by the crawlers.
Nym laid there covered in sweat and feeling defeated and exhausted. “What the fuck” thought Nym “Does everything in this messed up world want to tickle me? First time I’ve ever climaxed from being tickled though…or from a bug…”
Nym wasn’t sure how long she lay there for, but the sun was now starting to rise and Nym couldn’t believe it was daytime already. How long was she held captive and tickle for?
Nym wanted to lay there more, just to give her body more time to recover, but a loud screech cut through the air and got her attention. The Griffin’s!
Nym struggled to pull herself to her feet. Her pussy still tingling from the climax and tickle assault. She checked to see if she still had the feather, which she did. ‘Good” she thought “I’m not going back there ever again.”
She struggled to stand up and then she slowly walked on hoping to make it back to Mirus so she could punch him right in the jaw.
A DEAL COMPLETE
Nym wandered the forest aimlessly for what she believed was hours. Over the time that she walked the tickling sensations caused by the crawlers were gone and in its place was shame. Shame that two caterpillars had given her the best orgasm of her life, all by tickling her senseless. Not even herself, or her ex-boyfriend Michael could do what those fucking bugs did! Despite how good the orgasm was, she was angry and annoyed with herself for it happening. This will not happen again she thought to herself.
She stopped by a stream to get some water and have a rest. After her ordeal she needed it. After a moment of rest she continued on until she found familiar landmarks which would lead her back to Mirus and his men.
Sometime later a barely conscious, dirt-covered, and emotionally ruined, Nym stumbled back into Mirus’s camp. His soldiers instantly shifted into alert formation — disciplined, crisp, protective.
Mirus stepped forward, face unreadable.
Nym glared at him but didn’t say a word.
Mirus said, “Good morning, Curves. What happened to you?”
“You didn’t tell me the griffins where tickle fanatics! Or that there are caterpillars who can tickle you into madness!”
Mirus smiled and his men chuckled. “So, you met the crawling ticklers. That explains a bit. They are a nasty ticklish creature, but they are not the worst out there. And when it comes to the griffins, I did say they were… playful.”
“Well maybe you should have told me the truth instead of being cryptic. Oh and just so you know the giant birds are tickle freaks and the caterpillars are very tickly and get everywhere so just watch out.”
“Nice story Curves. Did you get the feather?” Mirus asked dismissively.
Nym was shocked that he ignored her, but she shouldn’t have been surprised. She walked forward and thrust the feather at him with a shaking hand.
“Here! Just so we are clear I suffered a great deal to get that feather. A LOT.”
Mirus took the feather and inspected it calmly.
“This will suffice.” He said.
“Suffice?! SUFFICE?! SIR I WAS ADOPTED BY BIRDS WHO TICKLED ME AND TREATED ME LIKE A TOY! I WAS AMBUSHED AND TREATED LIKE A PLAYGROUND TO TICKLE HUNGRY CATAPILLARS...!”
Mirus cut Nym off ‘That great Curves, and I wish I could have been there to see it all, but unfortunately I wasn’t and we have to go. Boys!”
Before Nym could speak, two soldiers grabbed her arms with swift precision and held them against her body. Another tossed a heavy sheet over her, wraping it tight around her body. Then added rope in a perfectly executed binding technique that suggested they had practiced this. Nym was now bound and tired up. The only parts on Nym that could been seen were her head and her feet. She was unable to move her body even the slightest bit. The sheet and rope were too tight and firm, but she was able to move her head and feet for what little good that was.
The men lowered Nym gently to the ground as she continued to struggle to break free.
“Hey! LET ME…GO!!” Nym protested.
“I’m not letting you go Curves. Not yet anyway.” Said Mirus coldly.
“We had a deal!” shouted Nym as gag was added, silencing her.
Mirus held up the feather in front of Nym, “Oh don’t worry Curves. I’ll take you to see the wizard, but he won’t be sending you home. Thanks for getting the feather for me though.”
Mirus put the feather away and then pulled out a black glove with a red gem on the back of it. He put it on his right hand and said ‘Now Curves we are going on a trip to meet an old friend. So, behave and don’t even think about trying to escape, or you will suffer the consequences.”
He then tapped Nym’s head with his gloved hand. The red gem stone glowed for a moment, and when Mirus removed his gloved hand, instantly Nym felt like her whole body was being tickled by what felt like hundreds of unseen hands. Nym screamed with laughter into the gag and tried to thrash free, but the sheet and rope held her tightly. Clearly the glove Mirus wore was a magic tickle glove, which cause tickling far worse than anything Nym had been subjected too so far. Nym continued to howl with muffled laughter and struggled in vain to escape.
“You like it Curves? It’s a tickle glove. Got it from another friend of mine. It allows me to magically tickle anyone I touch with it.”
Nym trashed and tried to move her hands and arms, but they were bound to her sides. The invisible hands that Nym felt tickling her were nowhere to be seen, but also everywhere. The feeling was unnatural. But it still tickled all the same.
Mirus smiled as he looked down at Nym in her poor tired, bound and tickled state.
“Don’t worry Curves the magic will wear off in a few minutes. That is unless you like it and you want more?”
Nym’s eyes widened. She shook. The gag in her mouth muffled her attempts to say no as she laughed like a lunatic”.
Mirus’s smile widened. “Did I just hear you correctly. You want more?”
Nym shook her head more rapidly as she continued to laugh and plead for mercy through the gag.
Mirus smirked as he looked down at Nym. “You are a really kinky minx you know that Curves. I bet you’re wild in the sack.”
Nym wanted to tell Mirus to go fuck himself, but the tickling was too intense, and she continued to buck, twist, and laugh like a wild animal.
Mirus looked at his men, “What do you think boys? I think she loves it. And as you know, I can’t refuse a lady's request for more.”
The men snickered and nodded in agreement. Mirus reached out with his gloved hand again but this time he touched Nym’s bare feet. The gem glowed and instantly Nym felt the tickling she was already subjected too, intensify. Nym thrashed around more violently and laughed more manically into the gag.
Mirus smiled at his handy work and then said, “You’re a real gem Curves. You and I are going to have so much fun together.”
He then turned to his men, “Let's move on boys, and make sure nothing bad happens to Curves.”
Three men picked her up the restrained and laughing Nym and carried her like a log. The men then walked off into the forest carrying their restrained and ticklish prisoner who laughed and laughed and laughed.
