Nym's adventures in Lorehive part 2

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Part 2.

HATRED AND DESIRE
Nym woke up feeling hot and exhausted. She was still gagged and wrapped in a sheet, that was tied tightly around her body with rope, with her feet and head protruding from either end.

Three men were still carrying her bound form but at least she wasn’t being tickled any more.
The thoughts of Mirus using his magic tickle glove on her, replayed in her mind.

She shuddered as the feeling still lingered on her body. It was the worst tickling she as ever endured! Somehow, she lasted ten to fifteen minutes before she blacked out from over stimulation. How she last that long was beyond her. But what she did know was that she didn’t want to be tickled again.

As soon as she finished her though, she felt fingers gliding over her left sole. Nym let out a ticklish giggle, and curled her toes, as she tried to swat the fingers away with her right foot. The tickling then stopped Mirus can into view with his handsome and mischievous smile.

“Good to see you awake Curves. My tickle glove must have done a number on you because you have been out for a few hours now.”

Nym glared at the black-haired devil., “Fuck you!” she spat, but the gag muffled her.

Mirus nodded and replied, “What was that? Did you just thank me for using the tickle glove on you? And you enjoyed it that much?? Wow you are a kinky one Curves. I usually only use my tickle glove to teach women a lesson, but you surprised me. You practically begged me to use it on you.”

Nym was furious. She never asked to be tickle by magic. She never asked or begged to be tickled at all. She didn’t even consider the possibility. Mirus subjected her to the cruel torture magic on his own accord, not hers. She knew he was teasing her, but she didn’t care she wanted to abuse him, slap him, kick him in the balls. Anything just to get even.

Nym began abusing Mirus, but the gag continued to do its job and muffled her verbal onslaught. Mirus chuckled and then said, “Tell you what Curves. If you be a good girl and co-operate, maybe I can show you other magic. Magic that I know a kinky girl like you will really enjoy.”

There was a spark in his eyes that Nym found oddly attractive. But she also knew Mirus was a creep. A creep she didn’t like or trust at all. Years ago, she would have fallen for flirting like that, but after what her Ex, Michael put her through she knew not to fall for men like Mirus ever again.

She was with Michael for two and a half years. He was her third boyfriend, but he was her first for basically everything, and she loved him. Her parents and Grandmother didn’t trust him, but Nym didn’t care she was too naive and to in love to notice. But her eyes were opened one day, when she went to visit Michael and found him in bed fucking her best friend, Wendy. That bitch.

Michael was a manipulative arsehole though. He tried to blame his cheating on Nym. In fact, her tried to blame everything on Nym. Then the arsehole tried to blackmail her into using her as a side piece, while he continued to bang Wendy as well.

At first Nym refused but Michael threatened her with leaking nude photos of her to her family and friends if she didn’t. Nym didn’t realize that Michael had nude photos of her, but she was afraid to call his bluff. So, she reluctantly agreed. The fucking sleeze ball. She didn’t want to take the chance of any photos of her naked body being leaked to anyone.

But, luckily for Nym, Wendy overheard the blackmail and threatened to destroy Michael publicly if he did. Who knew that a cheating bitch had a heart. But then again it also made Nym wonder what dirt Wendy had on Michael, because he disappeared after that, and there were no leaked photos or anything. It was strange but Nym didn’t question it. Wendy apologised to Nym afterward, but their friendship was ruined. They were polite to each other from then on but that’s about it. Nym casually dated after that but nothing too serious.

Most of the guys she dated only wanted sex, and Nym found it fun the first couple of times but after that she wanted to take time for herself and look for a decent guy and long health relationship, instead of fuck boys.
To Nym, Mirus was exactly the same as Michael, and some of the other guys she dated. Hot but absolute creeps. They were scum bags who was only after her body. Treating her like a sexual trophy. This was nothing something Nym was interested in. And those type of me were not to be trusted.

“I’m glad that your awake Curves. I always like looking at those pretty eyes of yours, not to mention the rest of you.”

Mirus’s words made Nym’s skin crawl but at the same time she was annoyed that his flirting was turning her on. She was disgusted with herself. She also tried to reminded herself that this man betrayed her. He put her danger by sending her to face tickle hungry griffins. He didn’t tell her about the tickle caterpillars and then kidnapped her and subjected her to unimaginable tickle torture at the hands of his magic tickle glove. This man…No! This monster didn’t deserve her desire or her attention.

“We will be arriving at our base camp soon. There you will be able to rest and I’m sure you’re hungry. You will be well looked after their, however I will stress upon you that escape is not an option.” As he spoke, he slid the tickle glove onto his hand and made sure to let Nym see it.

Nym shuddered at the sight of the glove. Mirus lowered his hand and said, “I know you’re a kinky girl and that you will try to run, just so I use my tickle glove on you. Maybe you want me to give you a ticklegasm with it. And I’m happy to oblige if that is what you truly want, but I think you need to rest first.”

Nym felt a growing empty pit in her stomach at the mention of a ticklegasm. She had already experienced one thanks to the devilish actions of the super tickling caterpillars that she encountered. Those creepy crawlies tickled her shaved pussy like crazy and drove her to a ticklish orgasm. Something she never thought existed. Just thinking about it made her pussy tingled as she remembered not only the maddening tickling sensation but the earth-shaking orgasm that followed.

She hated the fact that she orgasmed due to being tickled on her shaven pussy to the brink of insanity. However, deep in her subconscious, she was also slightly open to the idea of having another one in the future. However, next time she wanted it to be with a human, and someone she loved and trusted.

It was clear that Mirus wanted her. But he only wanted her body. Nym was not interested in him, in any way shape or form. Was she? Sure, he slightly turned her on, but she also hated Mirus. She hated the thought of him touching her. The thought of sleeping with him made her shudder with disguised. But part of her secretly desired to be taken to bed and made love too. Not that she would let Mirus know that. The fucking creep.

Mirus continued, “I promise you Curves, once tomorrow is over, I am more than happy to give you all the orgasms and ticklegasms your kinky body can handle.” He then winked at her. Nym rolled her eyes and then tried to wriggle free from her binds. Nym struggle so much that the three men carrying her stopped and readjust their grip. Mirus giggled at Nym’s pathetic attempts to escape.

“Oh Curves. I love that fire inside you. One day very soon I will make you mine.” Then lent in and kissed her seductively on the neck. Nym tried to stop him, by putting her neck to her shoulder, but it was too late. His mouth slowly kissed her neck passionately. Nym’s strength was sapped, and she began to melt. Kisses to her neck always made her melt. It was a weakness in a way.

After a few kisses Mirus pulled away and Nym felt wet between her legs and a fire beginning to burn in her loins. She wanted more but hated the fact that this was caused by the disgusting creep who has tormented her and kidnapped her. She was torn between wanting more and wanting to punch his lights out. But more importantly she was annoyed with herself for liking it.

“That’s enough for now Cruves. When the time is right, I will give you more.” He then reached up with his ungloved hand and tickled her left foot again. Nym was immediately torn from the fire growing in her loins and into a ticklish assault on her bare feet. Nym bucked and wiggled as Mirus focused on her sole and under her toes.

She laughed harder than she thought possible but the gag continued to do its job muffling her laughter. Mirus was a very good tickler. How was he this good? He has clearly had lots of practice. As quickly as it started the tickling finished and Mirus walked away. Nym began to calm down and cursed at Mirus through her gag. But all that could be heard were muffled noises. The men carrying Nym laughed and taunted Nym about her predicament. Then they adjusted their grip on Nym’s bound body and continued walking all the while Nym was wondering how she was going to get out of this.


THE CAMP, THE TENT AND THE MAIDS
About an hour or so later the group arrive at a camp site. To Nym it looked like a city of tents all arranged around a central campfire. There were four big tents that Nym could see surrounded by many smaller ones. As the group began to enter the clearing to walk through the tents. Nym thought she saw something large and humanoid in design walking silently through the forest just beyond the tents. Nym wasn’t sure if she actually saw something or if it was her imagination. But right now that was not her concern. Where she was being taken too and what was going to happen to her were her at the forefront of her mind.

The camp bustled with noise, cooking smells, and clattering metal. Men in black leather and armour moved around the camp. Mirus led the men holding Nym to one of the large tents and peeled back the door flap.

“Put her down there” ordered Mirus pointing to a rug that sat on the floor of the tent. The three men carried Nym in and gently placed her on the rug. Then they left without a word. Nym struggled, wriggled and squirmed to get free of her wrapped and tied up prison but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t get free.

Mirus approached her and said, “You’re a feisty one aren’t you Curves. Tell you what, lets make a deal. I will give you ten minutes. In that time if you can escape your binds without any help. I will personally walk you out of her and let you go. But If I return and you are still bound, they you have to give me a kiss. Sound like a deal?”

“No! No deal! But I will escape!” shouted Nym through her gag but still all that Mirus hears was muffled noise.

Mirus grinned, “I’m glad you agree. Ok ten minutes starts now. Cant wait for that kiss.” He then walked out of the tent Leaving Nym bound and struggling to escape.

“I’m get out of here! And I am not going to kiss him!” said Nym to herself. She bucked, squirmed, rolled wriggled and writher in her tight bondage but still unable to break free.

Time ticked slowly by and Nym continued to struggle in her wrapped and tied up bondage. If anything the rope seemed to be getting tighter and she was feeling very hot, sweaty and tired. After what seemed like an eternity Mirus returned with that cheeky smile on his face.

“Still going Curves. Either you like being tired up or you want to give me a kiss. Either way your proving you are a kinky girl”

Nym was pissed off. She was not a kinky girl…Sure maybe her ex-Michael used hand cuffs on her, one time. And maybe she used a vibrator or two but that’s about it.

Mirus then walked forward and straddled Nym’s bound form. He smiled at her and then removed her gag.

Nym shouted at Mirus, “Get off of me and let me go you fucking creep!”

Mirus smiled, “Easy Curves. I’m going to untie you. But first just let me savour this moment.”
Nym backed her hips and wiggled to try and buck Mirus off of her. But Mirus locked his thighs and wouldn’t budge.

“Well Curves, I’m impressed. I bet you’re a wild animal in the sack.”

‘I’m not a wild animal! And there is no way I would ever sleep with you. Now get off of me you fucking creep!”

Mirus shook his head, “Sorry curves but you lost the bet and you owe me a kiss.”

“Fuck you! I didn’t agree to that bet!”
Mirus lent over Nym as he continued to straddle her. His mouth inches above hers.

“Come on curves you know you want too.”
He then lent down and began to kiss her neck again. Passionately. Slowly.

Nym melted again and let out small passion filled sighs. The fire in her loins reignited as she began to slowly and subtly gyrate her hips under him. Her breath quickened and then suddenly Mirus stopped and pulled away. Nym let out a sign and then tried to teach up with her neck to kiss him. Suddenly Nym realised what she was doing and stopped herself. Mirus smiled down upon her.

“Easy now Curves. You will give me that kiss. But not right now.” He then began to slowly untie the rope that bound her. Nym felt so embarrassed and annoyed with herself. But she was also turned on. Mirus was getting to her. Playing her like a fiddle. She had to remember that. She couldn’t let him toy with her.

After a few seconds Mirus had undone the ropes that held Nym in her prison, and he got off of her. Nym kicked, squired and flailed until she had removed the wrapped sheet from around her and then she stood up. The air rushed over her sweaty body cooling her down. She looked at Mirus with disgust and then turned to run out of the tent. But something was standing in her way. Actually, it was more like five things.

They looked like mummies wrapped in strips of cloth covering their entire body. The cloth was so tight over their human form. So tight in fact that Nym could see their human features underneath, Their eye sockets and mouth looked like they were open and empty under the cloth that wrapped around their heads. They were clearly all female as they had the hips and chest of a woman, and they all wore aprons. But they didn’t breathe. They didn’t move. They were silent.

The first one slowly turned its head to look at Nym. She screamed and moved backward running into Mirus. “It’s ok Curves. No need to worry” he said reassuringly. Nym wasn’t convinced though. The clothed figures then moved in stiff but precise unison, and behind them came five more carrying jugs, cups, and trays of food. One even bowed to Nym like she were some visiting noble, and not a confused twenty-one-year-old who had been kidnapped, and subjected to inhuman tickling, and sexual advances.

“Uh, thanks,” Nym said as one of them handed her a rose with a formal bow.
It didn’t respond. None of them ever did.
As the figures went about their tasks, Nym took in more of the tent. There was a table and chair set up with all the food brought in on it. There was a bedlike structure in one party of the tent, and a folded dividing screen or privacy screen, was set up near a clawed steel bath tub on the other side of the tent. It was a basic set up but it wasn’t horrible. Mirus watched the clothed figures work, and Nym thought they she could take this opportunity to sneak away.
But when she tried, two cloth figures intercepted her and stopped her.

“Fuck they are everywhere” thought Nym to herself. One looked down at Nym. She envisioned it looking at her in a disappointed manner, just like her grandmother would. She waited for it to reach out and tickle her hips just like her grandmother use to do. But it didn’t. Instead it gently nudged her back toward Mirus.

“Don’t bother trying to run off,” Mirus said. “They won’t let you. But they will make sure you are looked after, and that you don’t starve or trip over yourself, so be grateful.”

Nym sighed dramatically. “Great. Magical cloth babysitters.”

One of them directed its wrapped hand toward the table and pointed at the food. Nym smiled a little and said, “Thanks but I’m not hungry at the moment.” The clothed figure straightened up but didn’t respond. “They didn’t speak, they didn’t react, they don’t feel fear, nor pain or pleasure. They are blank emotionless canvases who only listen to their maker and masters,” said Mires.

“What are they?” asked Nym

“They are Cloth maids. They are female zombies who have had their zombie essence removed. The clothes are place on them to preserve them and make them more subservient. They follow all orders give to them, without hesitation. They do not tire, nor require food or drinks. They are very basic. They are good servants but that’s about it.”

“So basically, they are glorified zombie babysitters” replied Nym.

“In a way they are. They will look after you and attend to all of you care needs, but they will not let you leave.” As Mirus said that Nym tried to slip to the tent entrance to make another attempt at escape. But two cloth maids stepped neatly into her path without any noise or hesitation.

Mirus chuckled and turned to face Nym what was looking very annoyed.

“Like I said Curves. They won’t let you go, nor will they let you or try to hurt me or any of my men. Only me and their creator have ultimate power and say over them.”

“Is that so? and is their creator?” questioned Nym.

“You’ll meet him soon enough.” Replied Mirus.
Mirus then began to walk the room and Nym eyed him suspiciously.

“It been a long day for you, I’m sure. I suggest having a nice warm bath and then having something to eat. You’re not going anywhere, so why not make yourself comfortable.”
Before Nym could respond Mirus said to two of the cloth maids, “Can you run Curves a nice warm bath, please.” The two maids bowed their heads and then left the tent.

A few minutes later they returned carrying two large jugs each and poured warm water into the tin clawed bath. Nym could see the water vapor rise from the bath indicating it was hot. One of the maids then poured a small vial full of pink liquid into the bath. After few seconds pink bubbles began to come from the tub. A pink foam spread across the top of the bath water, and a faint floral scent filled the air. Nym was shocked by this and then turned to Mirus.
“What did they just put in the bath?”

“Oh, that was a vial of lavender and rose soap mix. It will help you relax, destress and it smells nice.”

Nym scoffed, “Yeah right! It’s probably some magical potion that will tickle me if I hop into it. Or the foam and bubbles are magical and will tickle me. I’m sure of it”

Mirus smiled “That’s an interesting idea, and maybe next time we could try that. But alas, no. This is just a normal bath with a scented soap mixture added to it. There are no tricks. No monsters, no tickle foam or tickle bubbles. It is just a plain ordinary bath. That I promise you.”
Nym crossed her arms across her chest. She was not convinced in the slightest.

Mirus chuckled, “If you don’t believe me put you hand in there and see for yourself.”

Nym sighed and then approached the bathtub and cautiously put her hand in the bubbles and water. It was warm and pleasant. No tickling sensations. No popping tickle bubbles. It actually felt normal. And nice…

Nym retrieved her hand and glared and the tall dark and handsome bandit.

‘See I told you there was nothing wrong with it.”
“Point proven now leave so I can bathe in piece” she ordered.

“I’d rather not, I’d rather stay and watch you.” He replied in a cheeky manner.

Nym shock her head, “So that’s your game. You pervert! Get the fuck out. I’m not getting naked or bathing with you here.”

“Oh, Curves your no fun. But ok, I’ll leave but I will be back soon.” He said smiling.

Nym then watched as Mirus walked toward the tent entrance and then said, “Make sure to listen to Curves and take care of her every whim. But do not let her out of your sight and do not let her escape.”

All the cloth maids nodded in creepy unison and then Mirus left the ten and pulled the tent door flap closed behind him.
“Fucking creep” said Nym to herself.


THE BATH
Once Mirus was gone, Nym let out a sigh and thought that a bath wasn’t such a bad idea. She then walked behind the change divider and found that behind it was a full-length mirror and a small table. Nym looked at her reflection in the mirror. Despite the clothes looking dirty and her blonde hair messy, she looked pretty damn good.

Nym went to take off her black crop top but stopped. A cloth maid stood beside her looking at her with its sunken and bandaged eyes.
“Um excuse me, Zombie, maid… thing…could you please give me some privacy.”
The cloth maid did not move or respond.
Nym sighed and said, “Fine but keep the perving to a minimum.”

She then reluctantly took off her top. The cloth maid continued to stand and look at her but made no comment, no movement. It was if it was a statue. Feeling slightly more comfortable, Nym then took off her jeans. She folded her top and jeans neatly in a pile and placed them on the table next to the mirror. She then took off her black bra freeing her perky 34DD breasts. She put the bra on her pile of clothes and then slipped of her black G-string and added it to the pile.

The silent cloth nurses stood and watched her, but despite being naked in front of them, Nym was feeling a little more comfortable. Maybe it was because she realised, they were hollow shells. But regardless, Nym was feeling ok at the moment. Nym then put her head around the side of the divider and checked to make sure Mirus hadn’t snuck in. But the tent was empty save from the other cloth maids where were standing around.

“Fucking pervert. Hopefully he doesn’t have a peep hole somewhere” thought Nym to herself. She looked around just to make sure but all she saw was the cloth maids. Despite the fact that she knew they were mindless zombie-like creatures who had no desire in her physically she still felt self-conscious and tried to cover her naked body.

She then quickly walked over and sunk herself into the hot water in the tub. The water was warm and felt lovely on her skin. He large breast floated a little on the surface, and she rubbed them with the soapy bubbles. The bubbles gave off a lavender and rose water smell and instantly Nym felt relaxed and calm.
She closed her eyes and let her hair sink into the water. She was so relaxed that if she stayed like this, she would probably fall asleep.
Time seemed to slip by, and Nym could feel the water getting colder. She raised her head and went to hop out when she noticed Mirus sitting on a chair watching her with a grin on his face. Nym sat up and instantly covered her chest with her hands and crossed her legs. Water splashed out of the tub and onto the floor.
“What the fuck are you doing here!” yelled Nym
“I was coming to drop off a few things to you, but I saw the view and decided to stay” he replied with a grin.

Nym was shocked that she didn’t hear him enter…and just how long has he been there for?
“Well, you had a perve now get the fuck out!” demanded Nym.

“Is that anyway to treat your gracious host?” questioned Mirus.

“It is if they are a fucking pervert. Now get out” snapped Nym.

“Oh, you hurt me deeply Curves. I came here to drop off some items and enjoy a show, and this is how you thank me?”

“What do you want Mirus” span Nym angrily.
“God, I love it when you say my name. But in all honesty, I just came to give you a towel so you can get out and dry yourself.”

Nym tensed up. “You fucking perve! I’m not taking a towel from you and I’m not leaving this bath until you leave.”

Mirus shrugged. “Suit yourself, but you can’t stay in that tub forever.”

Nym looked at a cloth maid that stood silently near the tub. “Would you be a good Zombie maid and go and get some more hot water and soap? I’m not finished bathing yet.”

“Delay that order” said Mirus instantly.
The Cloth maid did not move. It stood silently and motionlessly like a statue.

“You fuckling bastard!” snapped Nym.

Mirus chucked, “Oh Curves. If I was truly the monster you think I am, I would order the cloth maids to grab you and pull your naked body out of the tub. But I’m not that kind of monster. So let me get you a towel like a good host, and then I will leave” said Mirus calmly.

Nym thought about it, “Wait let me guess. The towel is alive and will tickle me until I agree to sleep with you. Or, the towel is magical and will become see through the wetter it gets. Fucking creep.”

Mirus shock his head, “Wow you are a very kinky girl to think of things like that. I mean, as always, I love the ideas you come up with, and maybe we can use them all in the future, but for right now, no. The towel is not alive, the towel will not tickle you, and no, the towel will not become invisible. It’s just a plain and ordinary towel. That I promise you.”

Nym looked at Mirus in a perplexed manner. “Bull shit” she said.

“I give you my word as a gentle man” he replied.
“Do I really need to go back over all the creepy, and tickly things that you have subjected me too? You sir are no gentleman.”

“Trust me Curves. Did I lie to you about the bath?” he replied.

Nym scoffed and then realised he didn’t lie about the bath. “Just because you told me the truth once doesn’t undo all the crap you did prior. The sad reality is, I don’t trust you.”

Mirus nodded, “That ok. You can always stay in there if that is what you wish. But sooner or later, I will be concerned about you. And as a concerned gentleman, I will ask the Cloth maids to remove you from the bath, and I will be forced to dry you and warm you up personally. So, you don’t catch a cold of course.”

Nym glared at the cocky warrior as he smiled with a smug look. Nym looked down at the bubbles in the bath. There was still some pink bubbles floating on top of the water protecting her naked body from being seen, but they were slowly disappearing as time went one. Soon the bubbles would be completely gone. And when that happens, Nym’s naked body will be easily seen. Nym hated everything about this situation. She didn’t want Mirus looking at any part of her body. Naked or not. And she didn’t want him using the maids to restrain her so he could touch her body either. So that meant she had only one choice. She had to trust that he would get her a towel with no strings attached.

“So let me make sure things are clear. You will get me a towel. The towel is not alive or magical, it won’t disappear, tickle me or anything else. And once you hand me the towel, you will leave, and I will be able to get out and get dressed without you perving on me?”

Mirus nodded, “Yes that’s exactly right Curves.”
“So, no funny tricks?” she asked.

“No, I promise you no funny tricks” he replied calmly.

Nym took a deep breath and sighed she didn’t have much of a choice.

“Ok fine, you can get me a towel”
Mirus stood up and nodded “it would be my pleasure.”

Mirus walked past the tub and Nym twisted her body and tried to cover herself up more just in case Mirus tried to seek a peak. But he didn’t. He walked straight past her without even a sideways glance and went behind the divider screen. A few seconds later he returned with a small white towel. It looked like a face washer more than a towel.

Mirus showed her the small towel. “Here you go Curves.”

Nym was shocked and lost for words. She scoffed, “That…that is not a towel.”
“Yes, it is, it’s small but it is a towel.”

“That puny thing will barely dry my…look it impractical. I can’t use it.”

Mirus smiled, “Well unfortunately this is the only towel we have available. So, it’s either this or…” Before Mirus could finish his sentence, Nym reached out and grabbed the small towel.
“I know what game you’re playing pervert. So why don’t you go and fuck yourself!” spat Nym with venom in her words.

Mirus smiled and knelt down beside the tub. “I could go and fuck myself. But I would rather fuck you instead. So, when we fuck, and believe me Curves we are going to fuck. It’s going to be magical, and you are going to love it” he said in a powerful commanding tone.

Mirus then move some hair out of Nym’s face with his finger. Nym was feeling slightly scared and didn’t dare move, but she was also slightly turned on. There was something about this man’s words that caused her to crave pleasure. Mirus then stood up Calmly and said, “I have given you your towel, and as promised I will leave.”

He then turned and walked toward the tent flap door. He then turned his head and said, “I have left you some clothes that I think you will like.” He then looked at a nearby cloth maid, “Continue to assist Curves in anything she desires. But please continued to keep an eye on her. Do not let her out of your sight. Do not let her escape or hurt herself.”

All the cloth nurses nodded in eerie unison.
Mirus then walked out of the tent closing the door flap behind him.

As soon as Mirus was gone, Nym looked at the small washer that Mirus gave her.
“Fucking creepy!” Nym spat and then she jumped out of the tub and ran behind the change divider. Nym looked at the small washer again and then sighed. She used the small washer and dried her body the best she could. But her hair and parts of her back were still wet.
As Nym tried to work out how to dry her hair, a Cloth nurse approached her and handed her a towel. This towel was the proper size and upon seeing it Nym glared at the clothed servant. “Please don’t tell me that you had that the whole time!”

The clothe maid cocked its head to the side in a very unsettling manner and stretched out its arm to hand Nym the towel. Nym closed her eyes and groaned, “My god he is a fucking sleaze ball! Of course he would play this kind of stunt!” said Nym in frustrating.

Nym then took the towel and said, “I’m not sure if you realise this but Mirus is a fucking prick! He is an absolute ass hole!”
Nym then dried her hair and back and then handed the towel back to the cloth maid which walked away. Nym then went to put her clothes back on. The quicker she got some clothes on the better. But…her clothes were gone.

“Wait...where are my clothes?”
She looked at the cloth maids in bewilderment, “That fucking creep took my clothes!” she exclaimed.

Another cloth maid then walked forward holding a red velvet pillow with a black leather bikini top, black cotton bikini like bottoms, and a short black leather skirt that looked very short, sitting on it. Nym eyed the clothes on the pillow, “So that’s his game! He is trying to make me wear more skimpy clothes so he can perv and take advantage of me” Nym thought to herself.
“I’m not wearing that” Nym said trying to push the pillow away.

The cloth maid held the pillow and didn’t move or respond. Nym eyed the clothes and picked up the leather bra. Much like the skirt, it looked too small for her. Nym put the bra back on the pillow, “I’m not wearing it. Knowing my luck, it will probably tickle me or make me orgasm or something ridiculous like that. There is no way I’m wearing anything Mirus gives me.”

She folded her arms across her large breasts and looked at the clothes in disgust. The cloth maid tilted it wrapped head and then gently pushing the velvet pillow toward Nym. Nym looked at the strange zombie nurse wrapped in bandages. It pushed the pillow toward her again as if to say, “But Nym, if you don’t wear these clothes, you will be naked and that’s what Mirus wants. At least if you wearing these clothes you will be somewhat covered.”

Nym sighed and lowered her arms to her side, “I know your right zombie nurse thing...You are both wise and slightly helpful.”

Nym imagined the Cloth nurse was smiling at her as she took the bikini underwear and slipped them on. It fitted well…perhaps too well. She then slipped on the leather bikini top and marvelled at how both the top and bottoms fitted her really well.”How did he know my size and measurements?” Nym questioned. She then took the leather skirt and slipped her legs into it and pulled it up to her waist. The short leather skirt only just covered her nice round ass and private area, but Nym was more grateful she was at least covered to a degree.
She looked at her sexy leather clothes in the mirror and liked how it complemented and supported her curvy body.

“What do you think Zombie nurse? I mean I look hot, but I do feel a little exposed.”

The cloth maid tilted its head as if to say, “Yes Nym you look good. Lucky your grandmother isn’t here to see you. She would scald you and tickle you are good if she was.”

Nym lowered her head. What she wouldn’t give to see and talk to her grandmother right now. But then again if her grandmother was here, Nym knew she would cop it. She envisioned her Grandmother’s fingers gliding over her skin and tickling her while teasing her about her choice of clothes, just like she use to do. This sent shivers all over her skin.

Nym looked at her reflection again and did a few sexy poses. Dam she looked good. The only problem now is Mirus will definitely make sexual and flirty comments towards her. But he did that no matter what so there was nothing new there. But Nym couldn’t shake the awful feeling that she would be tickled again before the day was done.

NYM IN A BOX
Nym didn’t have long to wait until Mirus returned. His brown eyes lit up as soon as he saw Nym in the black leather short skirt and leather bikini top.

“Wow! Curves you look ravishing” his words dripping with desire.

Nym glared at the rugged brute before her, “The only reason I’m wearing this skimpy outfit is because you stole my clothes while I was bathing”.

Mirus smiled and shook his head, “I’m afraid that was not me. The Cloth maids took them to give them a wash. Once they are dry, they will be returned to you.”

Nym folded her arms across her chest, “Bull shit! You told them to do it!”

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t” Mirus replied coyly
“You’re a fucking pig! You just wanted me in the skimpiest outfit you could find for your own perverted desires.”

Mirus shrugged, “Well I won’t deny you look good. In fact, you look good enough to eat.”
Nym rolled her eyes “You disgusting! and I want my clothes back right now! And there better be nothing changed, adjusted or altered about them!”

Mirus shrugged and replied, “We have done this song and dance before. I promise you that they will be returned just as you remember them. No strings attached; they just need tome to dry.”
Nym continued to glare at Mirus, “They better be returned to me. Otherwise, I will make you pay.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time Curves” Mirus replied.

“I’m getting sick of hearing and seeing you, so what the fuck do you want this time Mirus?” groaned Nym.

“I just wanted to tell you my associate would like to see you. I told him that you would be perfect, and he wants to see for himself”.

“What do you mean I’ll be prefect? What do you have planned?” she questioned nervously. All traces of her anger erased and replaced with unsettling dread.

Mirus looked perplexed like he was thinking of how much to actually tell her. “Let’s just say, there is a task we need completed and I believe you can do it.”

“What task?” growled Nym.

The tent flap opened in in walked tall, grey-bearded wizard whose red robes looked like they had once been fine… centuries ago. He looked like a man who had been born grumpy, lived his entire life grumpy, and intended to die even grumpier. His grey beard twitched as his sharp, assessing stare cast on Nym. His gaze made her feel like he was measuring her for something unpleasant.

“So, this is the girl. The girl from another world.” he said gruffly.

“Curves, allow me to introduce you to Ornack. And Ornack this is Curves.”

“My name is not Curves! It’s Nym” snapped Nym.

Ornack rolled his eyes and spoke. “I don’t really care what her name is. She looks like a harlot to me.”

“Excuse me!” snapped Nym.
Mirus looked at his college, “Curves is perfect for the job.”

“For the last time my name is not Curves! And what job!?”

Ornack looked like he was chewing something over in his mind. The finally he spoke “She is pretty. But I don’t see anything else that’s special about her. I don’t think she will make it through the temple.”

Mirus folded her arms. “You underestimate her. She’ll handle the temple.”

Nym looked at the two men confused. “What! Handle what!? What temple!? Why am I here?”
Neither answered her, and continued on as if Nym wasn’t even there.

“What makes you so sure?” Ornack questioned.
“Call it a hunch. Call it blind faith. Either way I know she can handle it.”

Ornack simply sighed. “Only one way to know. Let’s see what she is made of.”

He raised his voice. “Bring the box.”

With in a few seconds two cloth maids appeared, carrying a wooden contraption riddled with round openings. It looks like a magician’s magic box, Nym thought uneasily.
The cloth nurses placed the box on the floor before Nym and undid some locks which allowed the box to open up. The cloth maid then pointed to Nym and then to the box.
“You want me to get in that?” she asked.
“Yes. And if you don’t do it willingly, I will get the cloth maids to put you in there” Ornack replied coldly.

Reluctantly, under the watch of the cloth maids, Nym climbed inside. The lid closed, latching shut. Her head, her knees to her bare feet, and mid bicep to her hands remained exposed through the openings. This restricted her movement and prevented her from pushing or kicking free.

As Nym tested the box and found that she was indeed trapped and unable to escape, a cloth maid approached Ornack with a sack that wriggled.

The wizard grinned in a way that did not match his normally grouchy face. He reached in and pulled out a small, round, furry creature with excited tiny claws and a hedgehog-like face.
Nym panicked and tried to pull free, but the box held her in place. “What…What the hell is that!?” she asked in a worried voice.

“This my dear harlot, is a laughter hog,” he said. “Completely harmless. But it will tickle a lot.” Ornack said with a twisted grin.

“Wait! Wait! No…no… no!” pleaded Nym
Suddenly the bag moved again
“How…how many are in there in the bag?”
‘” Fourteen” said Ornack coldly with a slight grin.
“Oh no! Please! Let me out of here!” begged Nym

Ornack then opened the top hatch to the box and dumped all fourteen of the puffballs inside and shut the latch with a thud.
The effect was immediate.

Nym yelped, jerking against the restraints as the soft creatures skittered over her sides, stomach, thighs, back of her knees, and underarms. Their bristled noses and twitching fur brushed against her in chaotic, unpredictable motions. She burst into involuntary laughter, pounding her fists against the wooden frame.

“HEY!!! WAIT!!! AHH…WAIT…STOP! NO…NO…NO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Nym exploded into helpless laughter. She jerked and twisted inside the cramped box as much as it would allow her. the furry creatures scampered around her in total chaotic delight.

“WHY…ARE…THEY…. EVERYWHERE?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I CAN’T ESCAPE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MAKE THEM STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE! I BEG OF YOU! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” she squealed, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

The box rattled wildly as she thumped the sides with her fists, and she kicked her feet to no avail, all the while gasping for air between peals of uncontrollable laughter.
Mirus laughed. “She sounds like she’s having fun!”

Ornack did not comment and instead stroked his beard as Nym continued to laugh and thrash around in the box.

“I’M…NOT—HAVING FUN! AT…. ALL! HAHAHAHA—! FUCK! HAHAHAHAHA NO NOT THERE! NOT THERE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. MAKE IT STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO NOT NY THIGHS! NO… GET OUT FROM THERE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP IT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Nym cried out in laugher. Her voice came out in high, breathless bursts.

After several long, giggling minutes, Ornack clapped. “All right, that’ll do. Retrieve them.”
The cloth maids calmly collected the creatures back into the sack. Nym slumped against the box’s interior, breathless. Her hair sticking to her face, cheeks flushed, panting like she’d just run a marathon.

“My god that was torture!” she whisped to herself.

Ornack stroked his beard.
“Still unconvinced” questioned Mirus
“Of course,” replied Ornack with a disapproving look.

Nym wheezed. “Unsure? I’m dying! Of… of laughter! What is there to be unsure about?”
Ornack’s beard twitched, and he turned to Mirus, “If she couldn’t handle the laugher hogs, there is no way she will handle the temple”
Mirus pondered for a moment and the said “Well you could try the howler on her.”
“Interesting idea… Bring in the howler”

Nym’s head whipped toward face Ornack. “The what!? Why is everything here named after a sound I don’t want to make?!”

A cloth maid stepped forward carrying a small wooden device shaped like a boxy boot. Before Nym could protest, the box like boot was opened and her right foot was placed inside. Nym tried to remove her foot, but the cloth maid closed and locked it, trapping her naked foot.
A second maid handed Ornack a clay jug with a lid on top. Inside, could hear the faint sound of something tapping and moving around inside the jug.

“This,” Ornack said, opening a top hatch, and something long and segmented began to crawl out. Nym panicked as the large and long insect-like creature looked around. The creature sixty centimetres long with feather-like antennae. It continued to emerged from the jar in a slow, curious ripple of motion.

‘What the hell is that!” gasped Nym!
“This is a howler centipede” replied Ornack coldly.

“And what are you going to do with it?” asked Nym trying not to sound scared.
Ornack did not reply but instead he opend a lid on the boxy boot and let the howler slide into the boot’s interior. Then he shut the lid.
The howler began to explore its new surroundings immediately.

Nym gasped, jolting as the creature moved in light, whisking motions along her trapped foot. The sensation was sharp, strange, impossible to ignore. She clenched her jaw, trying to stifle the involuntary bursts of laughter as the centipede’s feathered antennae brushed in erratic, probing patterns.

The howler moved up her sole and between her toes. This caused Nym to not just laugh. But howl with wild laughter.

“NOOO! HAHAHAHAHAHA! GET…IT…OUT…HAHAHAHAHAHA…IT’S…TOO…MUCH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. I CAN’T! I CAN’T TAKE IT! PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OH PLEASE! NO MORE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I’LL DO ANYTHING! PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

Her entire body shook as she tried desperately to pull her foot free, the box clunking against the ground as her laughter rose like a siren.
“MAKE IT STOOOP! PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. IT TICKLES TOO MUCH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA GET IT OFF OF MY FOOT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I BEG OF YOU! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! IT’S BETWEEN MY TOES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA AND ALL OVE MY SOLE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE! ILL DO ANYTHING! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! PLEASE MAKE IT STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

Ornack’s beard quivered, the wizard trying not to smile.

Mirus stood there with an emotionless face watching Nym kick wildly trying to remove her foot from the box as she howled with laughter.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHA! MAKE IT STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I BEG OF YOU! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I’LL DO ANTHING! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GET IT OFF MY FOOT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IT TICKLES TOO MUCH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ITS EVERYWHERE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”

Nym pounded her entombed foot on the ground and kicked wildly, but the boxy boot didn’t budge. Nym howled with laughter unable to escape the insane tickling caused by the howler.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!’”

For a few minutes, the camp echoed with Nym’s wild, breathless cackling. She pounded her fist on the ground and against the box, tears streaming down her face as she gasped for air.

“Please! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” she managed between strained breaths. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
“I’ve seen enough” Ornack said at last, raising a hand. “I think that’s enough enthusiasm for one foot.”

A cloth maid opened the box and carefully lifted the curious centipede away. The Maid poured it back into its jar and put the lid back on. Another maid then released Nym’s foot from is shoe box prison. Nym instantly yanked her foot back like she’d escaped a shark, but she was still locked in the magician box unable to move too far.

Nym was still giggling involuntarily, unable to stop. He right foot twitched involuntarily from all the tickling she had just received.

Whether Ornack was impressed or disappointed, she couldn’t tell from his expression. But then again, she didn’t care. That was up there with the worst tickling she had ever experienced. The tickle glove and the tickle crawlers were a close contenders though.

Ornack exhaled then stroked his grey beard and turned to face Mires. “After that test, I am still not convinced she’ll survive the temple.”

“What?!” Nym sputtered. “That was not a test?! That was torture! I thought you were trying to kill me by tickling me to death!”

Mirus folded her arms. “I keep telling you. Curves can handle more than that. She is tougher than she looks.”

Ornack scoffed and said, “I think you are thinking more with your dick then with your head.”

Before Mirus could respond Nym who was still catching her breath, interjected
“Okay,” she said, pointing at the wizard. “You. Old beard Creep. Explain. Now.”

Ornack raised a single unimpressed eyebrow.
“Old beard creep?”

“Look I don’t care what your name is right now. You just tickled me to death with furry monsters and a tickle happy noodle with legs! Calling you old, bearded creep is the first thing that came to mind, and it nicer then what I could be calling you.’ You’re welcome by the way.”

Mirus snorted in laughter. Ornack looked personally offended.

“I’m not that old! I’m only 53” scoffed Ornack.

“Your old enough to be my father, so your argument is invalid! Now the temple,” Nym insisted, voice cracking slightly from all the yelling and laughing. “What is it? Why am I being tested? And can you please test me with something that doesn’t try to tickle the shit out of me?!”

Mirus folded her arms and exchanged a glance with Ornack.

“She won’t make it. She couldn’t even handle a simple test.”

“SIMPLE?!” Nym squeaked. “I wouldn’t call being locked into different boxes and being subjected to cruel tickle torture a test?!”

“Speaking of which. Release her from the box. I’ve seen enough for now.” ordered Ornack
The cloth maids unlocked the box and assisted Nym to her feet. Nym was still giggling, and her foot still tingled and retained the tickling feeling caused by the howled centipede. A cloth maid gently patted her shoulder. Comforting, but in a stiff, puppet-like way.

Nym leaned toward it. “Thank you, napkin ghost.” It did not reply.

“The temple is… complicated” said Mirus

“Try me,” Nym said. “I just survived a ticklepocalypse while being locked in a box. I might have barely survived that, but I know I can handle some stupid temple back story.”

Ornack scoffed “She is nothing more than a ticklish harlot. She is clearly not able to survive the temple”

“Don’t call me a Harlot!” snapped Nym
Ornack looked down at Nym with curious and judging eyes. “You are feisty I’ll give you that. But being feisty will only get you so far! You may think you are pretty but beneath all that beauty, your nothing special. I have seen and met many women like you. You think that just because you insinuate your curves, wear skimpy clothing, and bat your eye lids that every man will fall under your charm. That may work on someone like Mirus, but it doesn’t work on me. You are a Harlot. A Succubus in women’s clothing, and nothing more”

Nym was struck hard by the wizard’s words. “Your… your wrong about me. I’m not a harlot!” was all she could manage to say.

Ornack gave a disapproving look and then went to walk away when Mirus said, “Your wrong about her you know.”

The wizard stopped and turned to face the dark-haired bandit.
“And how exactly am I wrong?” he asked angrily.

“Well for starts you write her off as nothing more than a harlot, but you have no proof of that. Not to mention Curves has shown more grit and determination than any other women we have ever encountered. How many women can you remember encountering the howler and being fiery and Argumentive afterward.”

“She is just stubborn. Nothing more” growled Ornack.

‘So, you wouldn’t mind making a little wager then” said Mirus with a grin.
Ornack turned around and walked toward the smug bandit.

“State your terms” he demanded

“Tomorrow Curves goes into the temple. If she completes it, then she is exclusively mine, and I get that pretty new wand of yours too.”

Nym skin crawled! She was not a prize to be gambled on and she certainly didn’t belong to anyone. “I object to this! I am not an object!” protested Nym.

Ornack looked at her with a dismissive look and then looked back to Mirus. He stroked his grey beard as if he was pondering.

“Did you hear me? I am not part of your wager! I am not a...”

“Shut up girl! Unless you want the howler back on your other foot for the next hour!” snapped Ornack.

Nym went silent. She couldn’t stand a few minutes with the howler tickling her foot let alone an hour. And although she didn’t know Ornack that well, he seemed to be a man who would do what he says. So Nym decided to keep quiet…for now.

“Ok Mirus. I’ll agree to your terms. However, there is to be no interference, no assistance, or any tricks. Also, if the girl cannot pass or survive the temple. Then she is mine to do whatever I wish with."

This made Nym sick to her stomach. The though of these men placing a bet with her involved was disgusting and dehumanizing to begin with. But having each man claim her as their own if they won was revolting and gut wrenching. She felt off and disgusting.

Mirus was silent and emotionless. Finally, he smiled and reached to shake Ornack’s hand. The wizard reciprocates. ‘We have a deal” said Mirus.

‘Yes, we have a deal” replied the wizard.
After shaking hands, the two men parted and Ornack went to the tent door “Come Mirus we need to prepare for tomorrow.”

“I’ll be with you later Ornack, first I want to spend some one-on-one time with Curves before we have a romantic dinner together.”
Nym scoffed at the thought. She wanted to be left alone. Better yet she wanted to be left alone so she could escape.

“Mirus! You can spend time with the Harold later tonight if you so desire. Right now, we have business to attend to” growled the wiard.
Mirus let out a sigh of disappointment, “Sorry Curves I have to go. But please don’t be sad. Maybe later tonight I can come around and we can spend the night together.”

Nym let out a sigh and rolled her eyes. Mirus is a disgusting creep she kept thinking to herslef. He only wants your body. He doesn’t value or see you as a person or anything special.
He then walked toward Nym, “You know you could give me that kiss now.”

Nym froze; she hoped that Mirus wouldn’t bring that stupid kiss up again. She didn’t even want to kiss him.

Mirus lent in close and then said, “Don’t worry Curves, you can save the kiss for later. I’m a big boy and I can wait”

Mirus then pulled back and winked at her. Nym was both relieved and revolted. Mirus left the tent with Ornack, leaving Nym with the Cloth maids and a sickening feeling that if she didn’t get out of this situation soon, things would get a lot worse for her.


NYM AND THE HEXAGOR
The afternoon dragged on and all Nym could think about was the predicament she was in and the torturous tickling she had endured. The Cloth maids were present but provided no little company or conversation.

Nym tried to engage with them, but they never replied or hardly moved unless she did. It started getting dark when three Cloth maids brough in some food for her to eat. If Nym didn’t know any better, she swore she was royalty. The food looked like it was cooked by a master chef and the cutlery, plates and goblet looked fancy and expensive.

Before Nym ate she looked at the Cloth maids, “would you like some my napkins servants?” she said cheerfully.

The cloth maids made no reply and stood silently around the tent.

Nym was a bit disappointed. She knew that the Cloth maids wouldn’t respond, but she was so deprived of someone to talk to she almost wished that Mirus was here. “What a disgusting thought” thought Nym.

As she sat in silence a thought then entered her head. One of the knives she had was serrated and good for cutting and carving. If she could hide the knife from the Cloth maids, later tonight she could use it to cut a hole in the tent and get out. She could be free. No more temple. No more Ornack, No more Mirus. And definitely no more tickling!

It was a wild shot. But possible.
Nym slowly grabbed the knife and then carefully places it under her thigh to hide it from her clothed statue like servants. The Cloth maids didn’t seem to notice or if they did, they didn’t react. Nym was grateful and planned to hide it under her pillow soon just in case a cloth maids sees her with it.

Once dinner was over the cloth maids cleared the table. None of them seemed to notice or care the knife was missing.

“Yes, finally a victory for Nym” she thought.
Nym calmly got up and went to her bed and pretended to fluff her pillow. But secretly she hid the knife under it. Nym then went and got freshened up. She wishes she could wear some pyjamas to bed but unfortunately all she had was the leather bikini top, black cloth underwear and short black leather skirt. At least it was something.

Nym then went and laid down in the bed. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but it would do. A Cloth nurse then approached her. “Good night napkin ghost” said Nym.

The Cloth nurse tilted its head and then proceeded to grab the blankets and tuck them in tight. Nym found it hard to breath with how tight the Cloth maid made it.

Once the Cloth maid was done, Nym nodded at it, “Thank you kind mummy maid. I definitely won’t be escaping tonight. Not after you tucked me in so tightly.”

The Cloth maid straightened up and then went and put out the candles in the tent. Nym waited for a while until the cloth maids inside the tent were perfectly still.

Frozen like laundry statues. Outside the tent seemed to quieten down too which was perfect for Nym. Soon she would enact her plan and escape this wretched camp and her evil captors.

Nym waited for what seemed to be an hour. Her heart pounded.

“Okay. Operation: Escape Before Mirus Returns to Torment Me, Or Another Magical Thing Finds Me and Make Me Explode with Laughter. Is a go! I might need to think of a shorter name… Any way Let’s GO!” Nym thought.

She slowly wiggled in the bed to loosen the sheet and quilt. The Cloth maid certainly did a good job tucking it in. She tried to move slowly and cautiously. She didn’t want to alert the Cloth maids. She could see their silhouettes standing motionless in the darkness of the tent. They were even more creepy at night, but none of them moved. Not that Nym could see anyway.

She wiggled a bit more and loosened her linen binds and then slowly slipped out of bed. The Cloth nurses still didn’t move or react to her. “This is wonderful! Let’s hope my luck continues” though Nym.

She slowly retrieved the knife and crawled to the back of the tent. Using the knife, she pushed it through the fabric of the tent and carefully made a tear in the tent. She then placed the knife down and slowly lifted the flap. She then proceeded to crawl and wriggle through the hole as quickly and carefully as she could. Freedom was so close she could taste it. But still her freedom hung by a thread. As long as she wasn’t caught, the cloth maids didn’t see and stop her. She would be free.

She got her head and shoulders out of the tent, but her breasts in the black leather bikini top were big and took a wiggle or two to get free. She pulled herself out more only to find her curvy hips and butt were too big to fit though. Not to mention the black leather skirt offered some resistance too.

‘Curse my curves and full figure!” Whispered Nym. How the Cloth nurses haven’t seen her trying to wiggle free was beyond her. But then again, maybe they have, and they are watching her struggle in vain. Maybe they aren’t moving because they knew there was no way Nym could escape. “Well, I’ll show them” thought Nym as she wiggled her butt and manoeuvred her hips. Eventually the tent loosened its grip on her and she slid free. Nym scrambled upright the cool night air gently caressed her almost naked form. He leather skirt and leather bikini top were still on, but she had to adjust them to keep her private areas covered.

“Yes! Freedom! No maids, no wizard, no…wait…I can’t stay here and celebraate. I need to get out of her. No doubt the Cloth maids will notice I’m gone and come looking for me, or worse! Meris and Ornack will come for me!” thought Nym to herself.

Ym then thought about retrieving the knife from inside the tent but doing that might alert the cloth maids, if they weren’t alert already. Also, if she hesitated and waited too long it left her open to being spotted and grabbed. She had to leave the knife and get away.

Nym moved, keeping low and weaving cautiously between the tents. So far, she avoided the eyes of the other bandits, and better then that Mirus, Ornack and the Cloth maids were nowhere to be seen. Nym made it to the edge of the camp and slipped into the darkness forest. Slipped behind a tree and looked back toward the camp. She could hear the faint laughing and talking of the bandits, but she couldn’t see anyone. Which was good because it also meant no one was looking for her. Nym smiled “Let’s keep it that way! I plan to be long gone before they realise, I’m no longer there. Nym then walked cautiously into the forest feeling grateful to be out of the grasp of Mirus, Ornack and their hellish monsters.
Nym cautiously walked for a few minutes until she felt like she was a safe distance from the camp and could relax a little.

“Thank God! I’m finally free” she said.
But Nym’s happiness soured when she heard a twig snap.

Nym froze.
“…Oh shit! Thet found me!” she thought.
Out of the darkness walked a seven-foot-tall humanoid figure with four large eyes. Soft, fur covered most of its body, long feathers draped its shoulders, and two tails ended in feather-duster shapes, swishing lightly behind it. Six long tentacle arms, ending in long feather-like fingers, coiled and flexed like playful snakes. Its eyes sparkled with mischief, and its lips curved into a teasing grin.

Nym’s stomach dropped.
“Tickle” said the creature softly in an almost playful and teasing manner.

“Ohhhh no… don’t you dare! do NOT…do NOT tickle me!”

Before she could react, the creature swooped down and wrapped its tentacle arms around Nym and lifted her into a crushing bear hug, holding her off the ground. Its six arms wrapped around most of her body, shifting like an octopus whenever she squirmed. Its feather-duster tails swished mercilessly against the soles of her feet and toes, tickling her without mercy.

Nym shrieked and flailed.
“NOOO! HAHAHAHA NOT! MY! FEET! HAHAHAHAHAHA”

The creature held her in its tentacle bear hug while its feather duster tails worked on her flailing feet. The creatures bear hug squeezed her against its furry chest which tickled her as she wiggled, but the worst was the creatures feather fingers which tickled her exposed sides and ribs.

“NO!... NO!...HAHAHAHAHAH…NOT…MY… RIBS! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! LEAVE MY FEET ALONE! HAHAHAHAHAHAH!! NOT THE TOES! NOT THE TOES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA… PLEASE…STOP!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA”.
Her laughter exploded, echoing through the forest.

“Tickle, tickle!” said the monster eagerly.

“OH GOD! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OH GOD….IT’S SEVEN FEET OF TICKLE TERROR! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I LET ME GO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA… NO! NOT MY FEET! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA…NOT MY RIBS! HAHAHAHAHAHA! I CAN’T! HAHAHAHAHA! I CAN’T ESCAPE! HAHAHAHAHAHA! IT’S EVERYWHERE! HELP…HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…SOMOENE HELP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

The creature whispered “tickle… tickle…” repeatedly in her ear.

This made Nym laugh even more. It was like the creature was teasing and taunting her.

“Tickle, tickle” it said again.

Nym wiggled and writhed under the creature’s ticklish assault. Every wiggle, squirm and attempt to escape made another tentacle arm shift position or tighten. Every kick triggered the tails to wrap around her ankle so it could limit her flailing and tickle her soles and toes better.
Nym rolled, squirmed and laughed, in the creature’s grasp, and the creature adjusting its arms and tails like an octopus, keeping her trapped.

“THAT’S NOT FAIR! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…YOU CAN’T MOVE WITH ME AND HOLD ME TIGHTER! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…I’M SURE THAT’S AGAINST THE RULES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” laughed Nym.

Nym struggled with all the strength as the creature continued to wrestle and restrain her. All the time tickling her like crazy.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IT’S STILL WINNING! HAHAHAHAHAHA…MY SIDES….MY FEET! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THIS IS NOT FAIR! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I CAN’T…. BREATHE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAOH! PLEASE LET ME GO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! OH GOD!! NOT THERE! NO! NOT THERE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

Nym twisted and thrashed in the creature’s ticklish embrace. She laughed uncontrollably and struggled to break free, all the while the creature tickled her and said “Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

“YOU’RE ENJOYING THIS WAY TOO MMMMUUCCCH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” laughed Nym as the creature’s tail feather dusters manoeuvred under her toes.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Nym thrashed with renewed energy and managed to push herself enough to break free from the creature’s tentacle grasp. Nym landed on the ground and went to move but the creature grabbed her from behind and wrapped her in its tentacle bear hug again. In this position Nym’s stomach was vulnerable to the creature’s ticklish feather fingers.

The feather fingers explored their new target while the two tails continued their ticklish assault on her feet.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MERCY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE LET ME GO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WE CAN HAHAHAHAHAHAHA… WE CAN MAKE A DEAL! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

“Tickle, tickle, tickle” said the creature in Nym’s ear causing her to laugh even more.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP…PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I BEG OF YOU!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! THIS IS TORTURE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Tickle, tickle”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOUR VERY GOOD AT IT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! BUT…PLEASE STOP! NO NOT MY TOES AGAIN! HAHAHAHAHA!! I CAN’T TAKE IT!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Nym struggled and arched her back. The creature moved with Nym and together they went backward and fell onto the ground. Despite the hard landing the creature continued to tickle Nym without stopping.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WHAT ARE YOU! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” laughed Nym

“Tickle, tickle” said the creature again.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YES, YOU ARE A TICKLE MONSTER…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! A REAL TICKLE MONSTER! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…LET ME GO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! PLEASE!! I BEG OF YOU!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! MERCY!...MERCY!!..HAHAHAHAHAHAHA”.

Nym tried desperately to roll and wiggle her way free, but the creature rolled, wiggled and moved its tentacle arms and tails with her, keeping her trapped in its grasp. This was a tickle monster in every sense of the word, and it was playing with Nym like she was a ticklish musical instrument.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! MERCY!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA MERCY!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEASE STOP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I CAN’T TAKE IT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Nym summoned all the strength and pushed against the creature. She could feel herself pushing free, but the creature moved and shifted trapping her again. They rolled on the forest floor in a ticklish mass.

‘HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GET OFF OF ME! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU’R NOT PLAYING FAIR! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…ITS TOO MUCH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I CAN’T TAKE IT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Nym continued to bucked, twisted and writher in the creature ticklish tentacle grip. Suddenly as one of the tentacle arms moved. Nym saw her opening. She pushed and pulled and was able to wiggle out of the creature’s grasp. Finally!

She panted and got to her feet. She tried to run but the creature was quick and pounced on her. It wrapped its tentacle arms and tails around her and hugged her again.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAH! NO FAIR!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO FAIR!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA! I SAID NO FAIR! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…STOP YOU FUCKING…. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”.

The tickle torture continued. Nym’s face was red, breathless, and streaked with helpless tears and laughter as the creature rolled with her on the ground. It’s tentacles, feather fingers and tails were everywhere, tickling Nym with ticklish precision, all the while whispering “tickle… tickle…” in her ear.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO!!! HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! LET ME GO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOOO….NOT MY FEET AGAIAN!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…. LEAVE MY RIBS ALONE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…MERCY GREAT TICKLE MONSTER! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I CAN’T! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I CAN’T ESCAPE…. HAHAHAHAHAHAH…IT’S… EVERYWHERE…HAHAHAHAHAHA…HELP…. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Her arms and legs flailed helplessly, but the bear hug and octopus-like arms kept her pinned. And this time it wasn’t letting her go. The feather-duster tails were wrapped tightly around her ankles and the feather duster ends flicked across her soles, toes, and even heels. Her ribs, neck, and underarms were mercilessly brushed by feathered fingers. Nym wiggled, twisted and writher but the tentacles, feather fingers and feather duster tails moved with her. Nym was trapped in ticklish torment with no way out and her strength was being drained.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MERCY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE HELP ME! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MERCY! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! MERCY!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! ITS TOO TICKLY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” laughed Nym.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle” said the monster in its playful and teasing voice.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I’M DYING…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! IT’S TOO MUCH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OH GOD…I CAN’T BREATHE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HELP ME! PLEASE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!... IT’S TOO TICKLY!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

The bushes near by rustled and then parted violently.

Mirus, Ornack, and the cloth maids pushed their way into the clearing.

Mirus laughed. “Found her, huh?”

“How could we not find her! She is laughing that loudly half the forest could hear her” snapped Ornack.

Nym cried out through her laughter.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE HELP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEASE FREE ME…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA… I CAN’T ESCAPE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! IT’S TOO…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…. TICKLY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOT MY TOES AGAIN! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! OH GOD I CAN’T TAKE IT!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! MAKE IT STOP!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! I BEG OF YOU, PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

Mirus shook her head, smirking.
“No. This is your punishment for trying to escape, curves. You made your bed, now lie in ticklish feathers and fur.”

Ornack’s eyes narrowed. “If she keeps laughing, she’ll wake the entire forest! Stop and release her, now.”

The creature immediately stopped tickling, but still kept her pinned in the bear hug, pouting and refusing to let go.

“If you’re that worried about her drawing attention, why not use a silence spell? That way the Hexagor can tickle her. We get a show, and no one will hear her” asked Mirus.

“I’m not wasting a perfectly good spell on her” retorted Ornack coldly.

Nym gasped for air, “Thank you…thank you…old man” she said hoarsely.

“I’m not doing it to help you. I just don’t want…to draw unnecessary attention. The Hexagor could tickle you for eternity for all I care.”

“Still…thank you old, bearded guy.”

Ornack glared an Nym, “ Don’t make me change my mind.”

Nym went silent and took in deep breaths of air. Ornack then looked at the creature holding Nym “Release her Hexagor” he barked.

The creature turned its head and tightened its tentacle arms around Nym squeezing her tighter and tighter. Nym felt the air being forced from her lungs. It was like being wrapped up in a giant furry and tickly anaconda.

“How cute the Hexagor likes her. Curves must be its new favourite tickle toy.”

‘Can someone tell it I’m NOT a toy, and I am definitely NOT it’s tickle toy” spat Nym trying to breath as the Hexagor’s tentacles tightened around her body. She was trying to calm down from the tickling she just endured, but now being squeezed, was a new sensation. One that she wanted to get out of fast.

The Hexagor’s tentacle grip tightened more and more, and Nym felt like she was going to die by constriction.

“Tell that to the Hexagor. It really likes you Curves” replied Mirus grinning.

“Oh, I could tell that it likes me…It almost tickled me to death! Now its squeezing me” exclaimed Nym.

“It wasn’t going to tickle you to death! It was just going to wrap you up, tickle you and not let you go” said Mirus.

“That’s the very definition of tickling me to death you jerk!” spat Nym feeling the tentices tighten again.

“Enough of this! Release her” BARKED Ornack.

The Hexagor shrunk a little, “Tickle…” it squeaked in a sad tone.

Ornack’s voice rang sharp, “I said RELEASE HER!”

Reluctantly, the Hexagor unwrapped its tentacle arms and tails, and Nym fell on to the ground gasping from breath and shaking from the tickling.

“That was hell!” exclaimed Nym. The Hexagor’s feather-duster tails then playfully flicked over Nym’s soles again causing her to giggle and pull away.

“Go away you evil thing!” cried Nym with a slight giggle in her voice.

The Hexagor looked sad “Tickle, tickle” it said in an almost defeated tone.

Mirus walked forward and assisted Nym to her feet.

“OH MY GOD! That thing is a real tickle monster! I couldn’t get away!!”

“Yeah, that’s one of the names for it. We keep the Hexagor as security guards because of how efficient ticklers they are. I did tell you escape is impossible Curves.” replied Mirus.

“That thing is illegal! You can’t escape from it! I swear there is a rule against using that thing!” replied Nym. Mirus smiled.

Ornack scowled. “If she is had this much trouble with a Hexagor, then she won’t make it through the temple. Not with reflexes like that.”

Nym tilted her head, still calming down from the tickle torture she just endured.

“Reflexes?! I WAS BEING TICKLED INTO SUBMISSION BY AN ILLEGAL TICKLE MONSTER!! And need I remind you it has tentacle arms, and weird tails wrapped around me, making it impossible to escape. How was I supposed to do anything but laugh as it restrained me and tickled me!?”

‘That’s not my problem” retorted Ornack dismissively.

“No, but I’ll make it your problem!” snapped Nym.

Mirus shook his head, amused.
“She’s a fiery, Ornack. And clearly, she thinks she can outwit anything. More likely, she’s learning… that she CAN’T.”

Nym shot Mirus an angry glare.
“Learning? Learning?! I WAS ATTACKED, WRAPPED UP, AND TICKLED BY A TICKLE MONSTER!! MY FEET, RIBS, STOMACH, AND SIDE WERE TICKLE TORTURED!! AND YOU CALL THAT LEARNING?!”

Ornack muttered, scowling “She definitely won’t survive the temple. But if she insists upon trying to escape then maybe next time, we leave her in the grasp of the Hexagor.”

Nym groaned, “Next time?! THERE’S A NEXT TIME?! MY BODY CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE TICKLING!! ESPECAILLY FROM THAT THING!!”

“Tickle. Tickle, tickle” said the Hexagor excitedly. Nym shock with fear.

‘If that’s the case I strongly advise you stay in the tent and not try to escape again, Harlot. Otherwise, I promise you, you will be locked in a cage with the Hexago for a couple of days”

Nym swallowed and tried not to imagine the horror of being locked in a cage with the monster that just tickled her to near death. She didn’t want to suffer that fate, and she didn’t dear what to test Ornack’s patients.

Mirus laughed again. “Better get used to it, Curves. You’re not going anywhere, and the temple won’t be any kinder.”

Nym sighed dramatically, “How am I going to get out of this” she though.

“Take her back to the camp and keep a good eye on her this time. Bind her if you have to! She is not to leave.” ordered Ornack. The cloth maids nodded in unison and then surrounded Nym and grabbed her. Nym wanted to pull free and protested but what was the use. The cloth maid’s grips were too strong, and she had no fight in her after the Hexagor tickled her. The Cloth maids showed no concern, emotion or hesitation when they grabbed her, but they were not rough or aggressive either.

The cloth maids then began to carry Nym back to the camp as she went limp and offered no resistance. Nym accepted her fate. She knew there was no point fighting it. Not now anyway. Ahe cloth nurses continued to march with Nym back toward the camp, Ornack turned to face Mirus.

“Do you still feel confident in the Harlot after knowing how she faired against the Hexagor?”

Mirus lowered his head as Nym and the cloth maids disappeared from sight. “Curves is a big girl. I have full confidence in her.”

“We will see. But I still think that you’re thinking with your dick and not with your brain” said Ornack sternly.

Mirus shrugged, “You can’t blame me. Curves is very attractive, but beyond that. I think she has enough fire and determination to survive the temple.”

Ornack grumbled and stroked his grey beard. “I’m not denying the Harlot is attractive. But being attractive is not going to save her in the temple. She might have determination, and you might have faith, but I have wisdom and knowledge. So, trust me when I say, the Harlot will fail. Your faith in her is dangerously misplaced Mirus. And by tomorrow afternoon you will lose our bet, and she will end up being my test subject in my tickle experiments.”

Mirus didn’t respond but he also didn’t seem to care either.

Ornack then he walked off back to camp and Mirus followed behind without a word.

Nym was carried back to her tent where the Cloth maids released her. Nym then noticed that a Cloth maid was kneeling down at the back of the tent sewing the hole she made to escape. Felling more humiliated, tired and defeated than ever, Nym went back to bed. A cloth maid tightly tucked her in again but this time it stood over her. Watching her. There was no way she was getting away this time. But then again, she didn’t dare to try and escape again. Not tonight anyway.

Nym grumbled “Fucking hell! This world… is literally one giant, never-ending tickle trap…”

 

[Lien]

I am loving this story! Looking forward to the next part!

 

[darkmoth1212]

I am loving this story! Looking forward to the next part!

Im glad you like it, and thank you. Part 3 is on its way