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Thread 'Nym's adventures in Lorehive part 1' https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/nyms-adventures-in-lorehive-part-1.464136/
Thread 'Nym's adventures in Lorehive part 2' https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/nyms-adventures-in-lorehive-part-2.466003/
THE TEMPLE
The next morning Nym woke to find the Cloth maid still standing over her. It had not moved at all since it took up its position beside Nym’s bed last night.
Suddenly the memory of the Hexagor. That seven-foot-tall inescapable tickle monster came to her mind. He body tensed and shivered at the memory of the squeezing and tickling that the creature put her through.
She quickly tried to dismiss the idea. Vowing to herself to never fall into that creature’s clutches ever again.
Nym started to stretch and then said “good morning” to the Cloth maid standing over her. The being did not move ore reply.
“Did you have a good night?” ask Nym again, knowing that the thing wouldn’t answer. It had no voice, no will power or independent thought. It was a zombie wrapped in cloth like a mummy, which made it obedient and less dangerous. It was almost robotic in a way.
Nym got up out of bed and fixed her short leather skirt and leather bikini top that Mirus gave her.
She hated the fact that all she had to wear was this skimpy leather bikini top that only just contained her large DD breasts, black cotton bikini underwear and a short leather skirt that barely covered her ass. Nym knew full well that Mirus was a pervert.
Why else would he have chosen clothing such as this…but then again, Nym has pranced around in a bikini before. She had worn short skirts and loose tops before too. How is this any different?
Nym cursed her brain for the logic that it made. Her thoughts should be on her side, not making rational realisations that undermined her anger, and annoyance toward Mirus the chauvinistic pervert.
After fixing up her clothes, Nym went over to the table and looked at the other Cloth maids in the tent with her. “So, what’s for breakfast?” she asked.
Within a few minutes the Cloth maids had produced a mixture of foods for Nym’s breakfast.
There were sausages, bacon strips, toast, and eggs. Nym was hungry and ate well.
No soon had she finished eating then Mirus came into the tent. “Good morning, curves” he said with a grin. “Did you sleep well?”
Nym glared at the rugged bandit, “It would have been a great night if I wasn’t captured and tickled within an inch of my life” snapped Nym.
Mirus smiled slightly, “Well I did warn you not to escape. You didn’t listen and you suffered the consequences for it. But look at the bright side, you made friends with a Hexagor, and you still get to see my handsome and charming face.”
Nym rolled her eyes, “I don’t know what’s worse. See you or being tickled mercilessly by the Hexa-thing.”
“Well, we could give you an hour with me and then an hour with the Hexagor and see which one you prefer if you like” suggested Mirus coyly.
“Fuck no! I don’t want to be anywhere near you or that thing!” Nym shot back.
Mirus smiled, “Well, I hope you slept well. You have a date with the temple this morning.”
“You still haven’t told me what this stupid temple is” snapped Nym
“I will tell you what you need to know in time. For right now I want you to get ready to leave. We are heading out very soon.” He then turned and left he tent.
Nym sighed, Fuck he infuriated her... but she couldn’t deny he was slightly attractive.
About half an hour later, Mirus and Ornack entered the tent with a Cloth maid following them. The cloth maid held a pair of sandals and a bag that looked like a large leather handbag. Ornack didn’t say anything, but he eyed Nym up and down. She didn’t like how his eyes lingered on her.
Mirus then took the bag from the Cloth maid and approached Nym. “Your clothes returned, unaltered and clean as promised”.
Nym went to take the bag, but Mirus pulled it away. “I’ll give them to you but first you need to get through the temple and retrieve the item we seek.”
“If you want something from the temple, then why don’t you can’t get it. Better yet why not send one of the maids to get it?” questioned Nym angrily.
“If it was that easy, don’t you think we would have done that by now?” growled Ornack.
“There is more to the temple that you may think Curves. But you will learn all about it soon enough” said Mirus.
He then moved his head to indicate to the cloth maid to step forward. The maid did and presented Nym with the sandals that it held in its fabric hands.
Nym eyed the footwear, “You want me to wear them?”
“How very astute of you Harlot. Of course we want you to wear them. It’s a bit of a hike to the temple and we don’t want you to get hurt” said Ornack angrily.
Nym reluctantly took the sandals and tentatively put them on. She half expected the candles to tickle her feet or her toes, but they didn’t. They fitted perfectly and were very comfortable.
“Good now let’s move” ordered Oranck ad then he spin and left the tent.
“After you curves” gestured Mirus.
Nym knew the only reason Mirus would let her go first is so he could perv on her. But she didn’t care. She was sick of the tent and wanted to get out. She walked forward and exited the tent, with Mirus and four Cloth maids following her.
Exiting the camp Nym found herself surrounded by Mirus’s bandits and more Cloth maids. There was more than Nym could count.
Many of the bandit’s woof whistled at her and cat called her. She was slightly embarrassed and uncomfortable standing there being ogled by creepy men who clearly only wanted to use her.
Mirus approached Nym sliding his tickle glove on to his hand. The very same tickle glove that Mirus used on her.
Nym shuddered with fear.
Mirus must have noticed Nym’s reaction, because he said, “Don’t worry Curves. I’m not using this unless you try to escape. Oh, speaking of escape.”
He reached into a pocket and pulled out a black leather collar with a chain attached to it.
“What do you think you are doing!? You are not putting that on me!” said Nym angrily.
“Come on Curves it will match your outfit” said Mirus brushing some hair out of Nym’s face.
Nym wanted to slap the rugged bandit as hard as she could, but she feared doing so would result in her being tickled again and she didn’t want that.
“Now be a good girl Curves and let me put this on” he said seductively.
Nym went still. A fire in her loins started to grow. Being called a good girl was a bit of a turn on for her.
Fuck you Mirus, Nym though to herself. He is fucking teasing me…again!
Upon putting the collar around Nym’s neck Mirus smiled and said, “you look ravishing Curves.”
The crowd of man surrounding them continued to woof whistle and cat call her with more enthusiasm this time.
The fire between Nym’s legs became doused. She didn’t mind kinky talk, or a bit of BDSM but having it done in front of perverts and creeps, was a complete turn off. And in a way she was glad it was. She didn’t want to think about what would happen if she was alone with Mirus, and he did this.
“Enough” roared Ornack, “You all have your orders. Now hop to them!”
The crowd around them groaned and dispersed leaving Nym, Ornack, Mirus, eight Cloth nurses and twelve bandits with them.
“Now Curves if you think about trying to run off then I will make you suffer” Mirus said raising his gloved hand.
Nym froze. He was planning to tickle her with the glove if she tried to run…
“Now be a good girl and don’t run” he said.
The fire between Nym’s legs returned. He was playing with her, and he knew it.
‘Let’s move out” commanded Mirus and the group moved.
Nym waked with Mirus not wanting to suffer the tickling the tickle glove would give her if she didn’t obey.
As they walked through the camp site heading toward the forest, Nym could see the Hexagor that attacked her last night, standing in the tree line looking at her.
It’s six tentacle arms writing and coiling, its feather like claws moving in a tickling and teasing motion. It’s two tails with feather duster ends moved in a dusting motion. Despite the distance Nym could feel the tickling sensation run across her skin.
As they got close to it, Nym could hear it say, ‘Tickle, tickle, tickle” in its teasing a playful tone.
This cause flash backs of the creature wrapping itself around Nym and tickling her mercilessly.
“That Hexagor clearly likes you Curves. Tell you what. Once you complete the temple and get the item for us, I’ll let you have a play date with it.”
“Hard pass on that one” replied Nym firmly.
“Oh, come on Curves, an hour or two with the Hexagor won’t hurt. Beside look at its face when it sees you.”
Nym noticed that the Hexagor actually did look happy to see her. It seemed to come more and more active the closer she got. Its eyes seemed to lock onto her and its grin widened.
Nym felt cold. That thing is a tickle monster in every sense of the word. A continues, adaptive and endless tickle monster.
As the group passed the Hexagor, Nym noticed it get a little sadder, until it faded from sight.
The group trekked through the forest for a good twenty to thirty minutes until a large stone structure came into view. The temple rose out of the forest like a memory the world had tried to forget.
Vines clung to broken pillars, roots split the old stone steps, and moss softened every sharp edge as though the forest were slowly, and patiently reclaiming what had once been sacred.
Nym stumbled as she was pushed forward, the chain attached to her collar went taught briefly but Mirus was quick and assisted her but holding her hand and letting her regain her footing. Nym ways shocked by the bandit leader’s compassion.
‘Thank you” she squeaked.
“You welcome Curves” he replied.
Nym then took in the sight of the temple. Its old stone walls that have collapsed or been reclaimed by the forest around it. Vegetation grew where stone once stood or even broke through sections of stone and the main building. But beyond the crumbling ruins of the temple. Something felt wrong. Not dangerous, exactly, but aware. Like a held breath.
Nym then thought she heard something turned her head sharply. Nothing.
Just fallen leaves, a cracked statue half-swallowed by ivy, and shadows where sunlight filtered weakly through the trees. Mirus must have heard something too because he was looking as well.
After a few seconds Mirus walked cautiously forward and Nym followed.
Beside her, a leaf shifted. Or maybe a shadow moved where it shouldn’t have. Nym wasn’t sure.
Mirus looked back at Nym. His expression had changed since they’d arrived. The smug playful banter and the confident cocky bandit persona he usually had was gone. Replaced with something tighter, careful and calculating.
“What is this place?’ asked Nym said.
“It’s a long-forgotten monument. A place that holds an object of great importance to us. And a place that no man may enter.”
Ornack who lead the group stopped at the arch way entrance to the temple grounds. He held out his hand and a long staff materialised. The wizard turned to face the group; his grumpy face looked more cautious then angry.
‘You lot do a perimeter sweep. Keep any eye out for Neejai” the ordered.
The twelve bandits nodded and then began to spread out and went into the forest.
‘What are they doing?” asked Nym.
“A perimeter sweep. They are looking for the Neejai” replied Mirus coldly.
“What are the Neejai?” asked Nym.
“They are skilled assassins. They are known to protect the temple.”
Fear gripped Nym and she looked around nervously.
“Don’t worry Curves. They are a dying breed. Not many of them around now a days. Besides, they are more than likely not around here anymore. But it’s better to be safe than sorry” said Mirus.
Nym continued to look around. Mirus’s words were comforting but she was still on edge. This place felt wrong. The whole situation felt wrong. Now there could be assassins running around.
Wait! A sudden realisation hit Nym, when they entered the area, she swore that she felt like being watched. Could that mean there are Neejai still here? Watching from the shadows. Waiting to strike…
Mirus then lead Nym and the Cloth maids up to Ornack who was standing and looking at the temple.
He turned to face them as they approached, “It’s time to see who is right about the Harlot” he said with an almost happy tone.
Mirus undid the collar around Nym’s neck, and despite Nym’s desire to run she stayed still and didn’t move.
“Before you go in their Curves there is a few things you need to know” said Mirus.
“Well, it’s about time. Why couldn’t you tell me this earlier’ replied Nym.
“It doesn’t matter when we tell you. But if you prefer to go in completely blind then we are happy to oblige” replied Mirus.
“Just tell me” said Nym angrily.
“Like I said before the temple was built to hold a relic. The magic of the temple prevents men, weapons, tools or magical entities such as the cloth maids from entering it. Only women can enter the temple, which is why we need you. But that’s not all. All the traps in the temple are designed to test you and push you to your limits. Many women have tried and although some have come close, they have never made it to the relic. I believe you can make it though” said Mirus.
“What kind of traps and dangers are in the temple?” questioned Nym.
“They are tickle traps” replied Ornack.
“Of course they are. Is there anything in this world that doesn’t tickle?”
“Not many actually. But you need to know these traps will be hard to pass or even escape. Many women have escaped this temple but there are also many who died laughing as well. We cannot tell you what the traps are because we have a gentleman’s agreement not to interfere, but also because many of the traps learn and change tactics. So, it’s hard to predict the best cause of action” said Mirus.
“And if I refuse? If I refuse to enter the temple. Then what?” Nym asked.
Ornack smiled, “If you refuse to enter the temple or if you leave the temple without getting the relic, then I win the bet. Your life, your body, your mind, becomes mine and I will subject you to all tickle tests, and experiments I want, for as long as I want.”
“Not going to happen Ornack. Curves, is going to survive the temple and retrieve the relic. And when she does so, she will be mine” replied Mirus confidently.
Nym hated the bet these two men made. She was not a prize for them to win. She didn’t want to subject herself to tickling and fail, only to end up as Ornack’s ticklish Guinee pig. But, at the same time surviving the tickle traps and finding a relic, only to become Mirus’s plaything was not what she wanted either.
Nym’s mind raced. Maybe she could find a way to break this deal…but how? She knew she had to make a choice soon and right now Mirus was the lesser of two evils…wasn’t he?
Nym took a deep breath. Fine I’ll go, she thought to herself.
Nym went to walk toward the temple entrance, but Mirus stopped her. His hand dangerously close to holding her breasts. Nym stopped and sighed.
“Do you want me to get this stupid old relic thing, or not?” groaned Nym.
“I do but you can’t go in with shoes on” Mirus replied.
Nym glared at him but should have suspected something like this. She then knelt down and took off the shoes, then stood up and shoved them into his chest as hard as she could.
Mirus lurched back from the slight impact but took the shoes and smiled.
Ornack then reached into his robes and pulled out a crystal ball. He let it go, and it floated in the air in front of him. “Well will be watching you will this ball Harlot. That way there is no trickery or foul play”.
Nym looked at the wizard with a confused look, “Do you think I’m going to cheat? How can I cheat?”
Ornack shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t trust you Harlot.”
“I keep telling you, I am not a harlot!” snapped Nym.
Ornack did not respond but turned away from her.
“Time to go Curves” said Mirus gently.
“Is there any way I can convince you to stop called me Curves?” replied Nym trying to not sound annoyed.
“Mmmm not really. But there is plenty of things you can do with me” replied Mirus.
“You are fucking unbelievable. How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me Curves? And how many times do I have to say that I don’t want you, and that I don’t want to sleep with you! How many time do I have to say all of this before you get it into your thick fucking skull?!” said Nym angrily.
Mirus smiled and then shrugged, “Sorry but you will always be Curves to me. And I hear what you saying. Truly I do. But I can’t help that I am captivated by you. And I know you want me just as much as I want you.”
Nym glared at him. There was so much she wanted to say to him but felt that it was just going to fall on deaf ears. Deep down she enjoyed the flirting and sexual tension between them, but Nym wanted someone who truly loved her. Someone who valued and appreciated her for the person she is, and not just for the body she had.
Mirus clearly saw her as a sexual object, or trophy. He didn’t care about her as a person. He didn’t value her feelings, or thoughts. And he certainly couldn’t be trusted. So, because of that she would never allow herself to fall for any man like Mirus. Regardless of how attractive, or how much he flirted.
Nym dismissed her thoughts as she looked toward the temple. The curiosity and fear of what was inside began to build inside of her.
“Would you like a kiss for luck?” asked Mirus.
Nym glared at the sly bandit again. Her eyes like daggers.
She then shook her head and then continued on her way to the temple entrance. The doorway yawned open before her. Dark, cold, and impossibly quiet. The air inside smelled of stone, and old incense, like something sacred, or cursed had been sealed away and forgotten here.
As Nym crossed the threshold, and entered the main temple complex the torches on the walls burst into flames. The flames illuminated the entire room she now stood in. The room would have looked great in its early years, but the passage of time and years of neglect had made it a shell of its former self. Much like the outside of the temple.
Silence consumed the room. Then, a glow flickered ahead. The flicking began to grow until it became the ghostly vision of a woman. She was translucent, her form pale and shimmering like moonlight on water. She wore priestly robes and carried herself with calm dignity. Her eyes met Nym’s.
“I am Martet,” the figure said gently and echoing softly. “I am the spirit and keeper of this temple.”
Nym swallowed. “You’re… dead.”
Martet inclined her head. “The temple endures. I remain.”
Her gaze drifted toward the inner halls and then back to Nym. “You should not be here. The item within, was placed here to remain untouched. Its trials are meant to turn seekers away. Or prevent them from getting any closer. I will give you the option now to leave, before it is too late. Grave consequences will happen if you continue or succeed.”
“Grave consequences will happen whether I do or not. I don’t have a choice. I have to do this.” Nym said quietly.
Martet studied her, as though she was scrutinising Nym. “If you truly wish to continue will not stop you. I will not guide you through the trials. I will not warn you of what lies ahead. I am merely a vison and a warning that what you seek is not worth it. It needs to remain here.”
“What is the relic that is buried here?” asked Nym.
“It is a relic filled with dark power. It must remain here where it cannot harm anyone. That is all I can say” replied Martet bowing her head.
“I have been told to retrieve it by bandits and a grumpy wizard. Is there any way you can help me? If I don’t get the item I will become an unwilling test subject in tickle experiments, but if I get it, I become the love slave to a perverted chauvinistic asshole. Please…is there anything you can do to help me? I don’t want to be here.”
Martet looked at Nym will an emotionless look and shook her head, “I understand your position, but I am unable to help you. I am a vision. I am also not able to advise you. Nor can I assist you or protect you.”
Nym nodded and wiped a few tears from her eyes. “I understand. Thank you for listening and I’m sorry to say but I have no choice but to try and get this item and hope to God I can escape, before Mirus tries to claim me.”
Martet nodded, “Since you are willing to continue going through the temple, then I will be your witness.”
Nym exhaled shakily. “That’s… not comforting.”
“No,” Martet agreed. “It is honesty.”
For a long moment, Nym and the spirit said nothing.
Finally, Nym said, “Since you can’t tell me about the traps, the item that’s kept here or… anything really. Can you at least tell me what to expect? Or what you think my chances would be?”
The ghostly vision or Martet looked confused for a moment and then said, “The traps and challenges are designed to prevent women from proceeding to the next area. Each trap and challenge will get harder and become more deadly. Most give up or die laughing around the third and fourth level. So, I can’t say you chances of making it to the item are high. If anything, it is almost non-existent. In fact, there is a distinct possibility you won’t make it past the second level, let alone the third.”
“Thinks for the vote of confidence” said Nym grimly
“Unfortunate I am here to be honest and nothing more” replied Martet.
“So how many traps and challenges are there?”
“There are six floors each with their own traps and challenges. You are allowed to give up on the first and second floors and free to leave without consequence. Once you reach the third floor, there is no escape. There is no giving up, and there is no way out. You will be forever locked in here. Only three women have ever made it to the fourth floor and that is where they met their end. No one has reached the fifth and sixth floor. The forbidden item is kept on the sixth floor, but like I said your chances of getting to the third room is slim, let alone surviving the third.”
“We really need to work on you bed side manner. You’re not filling me with much confidence at all.” replied Nym
“I’m not here to lie to you. If that is what you want, I am sorry to disappoint”.
Nym was grateful for Martet’s honesty but right now she didn’t need honesty, she needed a way out. She needed help. Unfortunately, much like the temple around her, hope as well as her freedom was stating to crumble and wither away.
“Come,” Martet said, turning toward a hallway. “If you insist on walking this path, you will not walk it alone.”
Martet then lead Nym into the hallway and deeper into the temple. As they moved deeper into the ruins, Nym felt it again. That sensation of being watched. Not by eyes, but by the temple itself. The air seemed to come more alive with each step she took. And somewhere ahead, something was ready to test her resolve.
THE FIRST ROOM CHALLENGE
The spectral form of Martet led Nym into a dome chamber that was about ten metres wide and four metres tall. Torches on the wall illuminated the room revealing a chest in the centre of the room and behind it a stone door that was shut.
Nym looked over the chest from a distance and saw that it had two black holes on its front, a hole on each of its sides and one on its lid. The chest was shut and as Nym tried to peer into the holes she saw nothing. Just empty darkness.
Nym looked around the empty room before returning her gaze back to the chest. Nym was shocked and could not see how this was a trap, unless the trap was inside the chest.
Nym looked at Martet, “A chest? I don’t see how this is a trap. Honestly, it’s a bit predictable. There is clearly something inside the chest.”
The ghostly figure of Martet stood firm. Her face like stone. Emotionless and cold.
“I cannot tell you anything. However, I will wish you luck.”
Martet then directed Nym to the chest with her spectral hand, and Nym shifted her gave to the chest. Its wooden body with metal straps and lock, appeared to have nothing special about it.
The pitch-black holes on the chest however gave Nym the creeps. Could they be eye lids, though Nym. Or maybe they are breathing holes for whatever is inside of it?
Nym cautiously approached the chest. It did not move or react to her approach. Eventually Nym was close enough to smell the faint aroma of pine wood and essential oils.
Nym’s heart was racing, and she was tempted to open the lid. But, what if that’s what the thing in the chest wanted to happen? Or even worse, what if the chest was a diversion to the real trap? Nym started to sweat, and she began to panic. She did a quick 360 degree look around her but still there was nothing there. It was just her, the chest and the spectral form of Martet.
Suddenly the lid to the chest opened slowly. Nym’s attention shot to the opening chest. A grey mist began to roll out of the chest turned into fog like hands that lashed out and grabbed Nym’s wrists and ankles.
Nym shrieked, struggled and pulled against the foggy hands, but they held her tightly, as if they were real hands.
Nym was instantly pulled toward the chest as if she was a ragdoll. She was pulled into the chest and the lid slammed down shut on her.
Nym was in complete darkness but the fog hands that held her were now gone. Nym tried to move around and the there was a bright light. When Nym’s vision came into focus she found her head was sticking out of the hole in the top of the chest.
Her hands were also sticking out either side of the chest her arms taught on the inside. He legs from just below her knee all the way to her feet were sticking out of the chest in front of her.
Nym wiggled her bare feet and toes and then tried to move and pull her limbs in, but they wouldn’t budge.
At least now Nym understood what the black holes were for. They were for her limbs…But that also didn’t fill her with much confidence.
With her limbs stretched out and trapped, she was now completely defenceless. Not to mention the leather bikini top, cotton bottoms and short leather skirt offered little to no protection at all.
Nym then felt hands touch her ribs, sides, and knees. The fog hands that pulled her into the chest had returned.
Nym felt cold upon there touch and realised that her vulnerable position was now far worse than she realised. The hands began to tickle her ribs, sides and knees.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO! STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Nym thrashed and pulled hard trying to free herself but still her limbs were stuck.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOT MY RIBS!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO! NOT MY KNEES!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MERCY…MERCY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
More fog hands joined the tickle party and targeted Nyms underarms and hips. Nym gasped and redoubled her efforts to pull her limbs free.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO FAIR…NO FAIR! NOT MAY ARMPITS! PLEASE… STOP…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…I CANT TAKE IT…..HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NO…NOT MY HIPS…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
More fog hands appeared and gently glided over her bare back. Nym pushed her chest forward to escape the hands gently tickling her back but there was only so far, she could go.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THAT’S CRUEL! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! BACK TICKLES ARE FINE! BUT THIS IS TORTURE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
The tickling continued with no signs of stopping. Nym struggled in vain to escape the relentless tickling and chest that held her. She could feel her energy being sapped the more she struggled.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE MAKE IT STOP…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…I CAN’T TAKE IT…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
The ghostly figure of Nym slowly approached Nym as she laughed from the ticklish assault. Nym had tears in her eyes, and she continued to desperately try to pull herself free. The fog hands were doing a ticklish number on her. Their actions were precise and for hands made of fog they were extremely efficient at targeting her most ticklish spots.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GET OFF OF ME! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! LEAVE MY BODY ALONE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MERCY…PLEASE…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Martet looked down upon poor Nym as she struggled and laughed. There was still no emotions on her face.
“I am unable to help you. However, you do have the power to end your suffering at any time. All you have to say is I give up” said Martet.
Before Nym could respond she felt her bikini top being lifted up.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!”
The two new fog hands that lifted up her bikini top exposing her large breasts, then began to grope her tits and tweak her nipples. The combination of the groping and tickling awakened an arousal in Nym, and her nipples became erect.
Nym continued to laugh as the groping continued. Her slightly turned on body only caused the tickling sensation to increase.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO FAIR!! LEAVE THEM ALONE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. THIS IS TORTURE…. DON’T! STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”.
The hands groping her tits and nipples then stopped and they began to tickle her tits instead. This caused Nym to shake and thrash even more, but the hands continued to stick to her body like glue, tickling her even more.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP YOU FUCKING PRICKS!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! LEAVE MY TITS ALONE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. GET THE FUCK OFF ME YOU CREEPS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THERE…ANYWHERE BUT THERE…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Nym’s laughter increased as more hands began tickling her stomach and back of her thighs.
Then out from the holes were her legs and feet protruded came six long thin wisps of grey fog.
At the end of the fog wisps were foggy hands that reached out and came to a rest on Nym’s bare feet and ankles, as she continued to thrash around.
Two of the hands grabbed her ankles and held them tight preventing her from moving her legs. Two more hands slid their foggy fingers between her toes which tickled but this also allowed them to hold her foot still.
The other two hands began to tickle her bare soles, causing Nym to thrash and struggle more. She began laughing hysterically.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I’M SORRY...I’M SORRY…I’M SORRY I CALLED YOU PRICKS!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEASE LEAVE MY FEET ALONE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…PLEASE STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…I’M SORRY…I’M SORRY!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”.
Nym pulled, twisted and thrashed around trying to break, but the chest held her in place, and the tickling was maddening. He laughter only increased when the foggy fingers between her toes began to shift and move, tickling under her toes.
“HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!! GET OUT OF THERE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…THIS IS CRUEL!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…MERCY…MERCY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…LEAVE MY TITS AND SIDES ALONE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ENOUGH! HAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP TICKLING MY HIPS! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA..AND THIGHS!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH…NOT THE KNEES! NOT THE KNEES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
The tickling continued without slowing or stopping and Nym was losing hope of ever escaping this ticklish trap. Then she felt something. Something had just lightly touched her pussy through the fabric of her cotton bikini bottoms. It felt like a single finger gently and faintly tracing her pussy through the fabric.
Nym’s eyes went wide as gently tracing turning into a ticklish assault, as fingers gently glided over the fabric tickling her pussy.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! THAT TICKLES!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! OH MY GOD…STOP!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! HOW AM I SO TICKLISH THERE!? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…NO MORE…I CAN’T TAKE IT!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…PLEASE I BEG OF YOU… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
The ticklish assault on Nym’s body continued and Nym was reduced to a laughing mess.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!”
An unknown amount of time later the tickling stopped, and the chest lid opened, and Nym was spat out. She landed on the floor and quickly sat up and scrambled behind the ghostly figure of Martet.
“Well, you past the first test” said Martet in an emotionless voice.
“Passed!? How did I pass?? It tickled me to near death” said Nym through gasps of breath as she struggled to pull her bikini top down to cover her large heaving breasts.
The ghostly figure of Martet turn to face Nym, “Yes you passed the test of endurance. You managed to survive the tickling for twenty minutes without saying the words, I give up.”
Nym was still struggling with her top and looked at Martet will bewilderment. “You’re telling me I was tickled for twenty minutes??” Nym exclaimed.
“Well, actually you were tickled for half an hour. It turns out calling the tickle chest a fucking prick and a creep was not a smart move. But I will say you did very well. 60% of women usually give up halfway through, let alone survive an extra ten minutes. Your either very tough, stubborn, or you enjoy being tickled.”
Nym was shocked by Martet’s words. “Half an hour! Are you joking!?”
Martet shock her head, “I’m afraid not. You were tickled for a total of thirty minutes and judging by your nipples I’d say you enjoyed it.”
Nym who was still trying to calm down from all the tickling, while also trying to pull her bikini top down to cover her breasts, looked down at her erect nipples.
The feeling of having her breasts and nipples groped and tickled was something new to her. She was only just coming to terms with her pussy being ticklish let alone her tits.
“I did not enjoy it!” Nym snapped as she finally manage to get her top back onto her chest, making sure her breast were secured back in the bikini top.
Nym then suddenly remember that Mirus and Ornack were watching her progress through Ornack’s crystal ball. The fucking perverts were probably enjoying the fact that they saw her tits. Not to mention they just witness her being tickle tortured. Fucking creeps! Fucking perverts! She thought. It was bad enough that the ghost of Martet saw her naked chest let alone to men watching her every move through a magical orb.
Nym adjusted her bikini top just to make sure her tits were properly covered. She didn’t want to have any more wardrobe incidents.
“If you say so” replied Martet coldly.
Nym hated to admit it, but the tickling and teasing of her tits and pussy definitely turned her on. She never though she was ticklish on her pussy and tits but clearly, she was.
Nym then fixed up her short leather skirt and tried to think of something else in an attempt to supress her sexual arousal. As she struggled to think of something a stone at the back of the room rose up revealing a passageway.
“It’s time to go to the next test” said Martet, then she turned and walked toward the newly opened doorway.
“Wait we can’t go now. I haven’t fully recovered from the tickling I just endured” said Nym
angrily. Her body still shaking and tingling from the tickling the chest put her through.
Martet stopped and looked over her shoulder at the Nym who was now moving her blonde hair out of her eyes. “I’m sorry but the temple does not wait for you. You wanted to endure the temple and make it to the relic and as such you must do as the temple says. It is time to move to the next area. However, you can always back out. It is not too late.”
Nym growned. She didn’t want to be here, but if she didn’t there is no telling what Ornack had in store for her. Becoming a guinea pig in his tickle experiments was not going to happen. Not as long as she had something to say about it.
Martete then said, “Remember you are still free to back out at any time, however once you reach the third floor you will before trapped here forever.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it. Just give me a couple more minutes to rest” replied Nym in a snappy tone.
“I’m sorry but the temple will not wait forever. If you don’t come with me now the chest might decide to have more ticklish fun with you” said Martet coldly.
Nym didn’t like the sound of that and rushed over to Martet and together they walked to the next area.
THE FIRST ROOM, SECOND CHALLENGE
They walked down a short corridor and then entered another room, similar to the one they were just in with the chest. However, this one was filled with different coloured floating balls. No not balls, they were bubbles.
Each bubble ball looked like a balloon that were the same size as a 65 centimetre or 26 inches wide exercise ball. The balls were at various heights, stretching from the floor to the ceiling and they were all floating and moving slowly. Some of the balls would bounce into each other and either slide off of each other or repel each other.
Regardless of how they interacted with each other they continue to float around aimlessly. Looking through the mass of balls Nym was able to see a doorway on the other side of the room.
“So, this is the second floor?” questioned Nym
“No, this is the second area of the first floor” replied Martet.
“You never mentioned there being more traps on the same floor” snapped Nym.
“You never asked” retorted Martet coldly.
Nym sighed and then tried to supress her frustration, “So how many rooms are on each floor?” she asked.
“There are two rooms on this floor. Then after that there is only one room per floor” replied Martet.
“Why is there two rooms on the first floor?” Nym asked.
“Your full of questions aren’t you. There are two rooms on the first floor to give maidens such as your self a taste of the ticklish challenges that wait them if they continue. The second floor onward are going to become harder and more ticklish. But as I said up until the third floor you are free to give up and leave at any time. But once you or someone reaches the third floor there in no turning back, no giving up, and no escape.”
Nym nodded and sighed, “So what do I have to do here?”
Martet looked at the balls floating around and then looked back at Nym, “I am unable to give you advice.”
Nym sighed in frustration and then looked around the room again. “So, I just have to make it to the other side?” she questioned.
“I cannot give you any advice” replied Martet.
“Well just by looking at the situation I’m going to guess that I have to cross this room without hitting any of those balloon ball things” said Nym.
The spirit of Martet did not reply or even acknowledge Nym’s words.
“Right, good talk” said Nym sarcastically.
Nym then cautiously proceeded into the room, easily dodging three bubble balls that floated just off the ground in front of her. So far so good though Nym to herself as she dodged another ball.
As Nym moved around another ball, she had to quickly duck as another bubble ballon moved just over head. Now it was getting more crowded and trickier to navigate. Nym ducked and weaved the best she could but soon she found herself surrounded by these balloon balls moving slowly around her at different heights and directions.
Suddenly Nym moved to dodge one of the balloon balls and another one hit her leg and foot. Nym watched in horror and amazement as the balloon ball morphed around her leg and consumed it into its spherical form. Instantly Nym felt a tickling sensation on her trapped leg and foot. Nym instantly began to laugh.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…SHIT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH”
Nym tried to push the ball off of her leg, but it would not budge. She continued to laugh as she ponded her trapped foot on the ground. The balloon ball absorbed the impact and continued to tickle her trapped leg and foot.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…GET OFF! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU MADE OF! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…THAT TICKLES TOO MUCH…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA… MY THIGH, KNEE, FEET AND TOES…HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…ARE TOO TICKLISH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Nym pushed the bubble ball as hard as she could and then with a loud POP! The bubble ball popped like a less noisy balloon. However unfortunately for Nym the ballon ball popping sent a wave of ticklish energy though her foot and leg and up through her entire body. Nym collapsed on the ground laughing.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HOW…HOW DID THAT TICKLE MORE THEN WHEN MY LEG WAS TRAPPED? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
As Nym lay on the floor laughing she barely noticed that another balloon ball was gently descending toward her.
“Oh no not again” she said trying to suppress her giggles.
Nym rolled out of the way as the balloon ball landed on the ground where she was and then slowly bounced back up into the air. Nym still giggling for the ticklish energy of the exploding magical ball, gaged her surroundings and then quickly got to her feet. She needed to get out of this tickle balloon mind field and fast.
She quickly dodge an incoming bubble ball and then went to dodge two more. Unfortunate, a bubble hit her stomach and instantly she was absorbed into the babble mass. The bubble ball now completely covered and encased her chest bare stomach and back, and the tickling sensation was instant.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUCK ME! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...GET OFF…GET OFF…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! WHY DOES IT TICKLE SO MUCH? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Nym tried to push the bubble ball off her stomach, but stopped knowing that if she made it pop, she could be tickled by the magical energy that it released. But if she left the bubble on her the tickling was hard to handle.
Nym didn’t know what to do and as she laughed and hunched over laughing, as another bubble ball hit her left leg and trapped it inside its bubble-like balloon form again.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! WHO THE FUCK DESIGNED THIS!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Another bubble ball hit her arm and shoulder and morphed around her limb.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! NOT MY ARM PITS!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA THIS IS TOO MUCH! TOO MUCH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Nym twisted and wiggled to try and break free. The tickling sensations were too much. She buckled over clutching her stomach and then POP!
The three bubbles exploded releasing more tickling energy through Nym’s body. Nym collapsed onto the floor and curled up in the foetal position laughing.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO MORE…I CAN’T TAKE IT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
“Would you like to give up and leave the temple” asked Martet coldly.
No way thougth Nym. This is not going to beat me. I will not be Ornack’s or Mirus’s tickle slaves. It then dawned on Nym that she was almost back to where she started. Martet stood in the doorway looking at her.
Nym was frustrated but was still giggling from the ticklish energy that has she has been exposed too.
“Are you enjoying this?” asked Nym looking at Martet.
The spectral form of Martet shook her head. “Not at all. But I am curious as to how and if you will pass this challenge.”
Nym groaned and uncurled herself. She lay there on her back and tried to think. She was desperate to give herself a break from all the tickling, but she knew she couldn’t stay there for long. She needed a plan and fast. As she took some deep breaths and tried to calm her body down a bubble ball descended from the roof.
This time Nym was not aware of it, and it landed on her leather skit and then morphed around her lower body, encasing her pelvis and thighs into its ball form.
Nym could feel her ass, pelvis, hips, thighs and pussy being tickled mercilessly.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAJHA! WHAT THE FUCK!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…NOT THERE…NOT THERE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
Another bubble ball came down and landed on Nym’s right foot, trapping it in its balloon form and Nym howled with laughter.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THIS IS TORTURE…SOMEBODY HELP ME!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! MAKE IT STOP…I BEG OF YOU!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”
Another bubble balloon hit her stomach, then another on hit her arm. Another one hit left leg. More and more bubble balls move toward Nym and all she could do was laugh and plead for someone to save her.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE MAKE THIS STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. THIS IS TORTURE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, OH MY GOD! THIS IS TOO MUCH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Nym couldn’t tell which part of her tickled more, where she was or how many bubble balls had attached themselves to her. All she knew was that the tickling sensation was everywhere. And it was overwhelming.
Nym thrashed around laughing as more bubble balls approached and attached to her.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…I’M GOING TO DIE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH…IT TICKLES TOO MUCH…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”.
Suddenly all the bubble balls attached to Nym popped simultaneously.
Even the bubbles that were inches away from Nym popped as well.
Nym’s laugher exploded along with the bubbles.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!”
She lay on her back and rolled around laughing. Her lungs were sore, and she clutched at her sides and slapped her feet on the floor. She was struggling to calm down from the ticklish explosion, but at least some of the bubbles were gone which meant that she could have a break. Not to mention that it created some space for her to move more freely now.
There were still more bubbles around her but there were a good couple of meters from her in all directions.
Nym was starting to calm down, but the ticklish sensation still lingered on her skin.
“Are you ok? Do you wish to give up?” asked the ghostly figure of Martet.
Nym took a couple of deep breaths and tried to regain her composure. She slowly sat up and turned to face the spectral woman who stood safely in the doorway behind her.
“Does it look like I’m ok?” snapped Nym
“I see you laughing and pleading for help, but I also don’t hear you saying that you give up or quit. So, I’m not sure and I don’t want to assume. In the last time I assumed, that you liked being bound and tickled, but you got angry when I pointed that out. So, I’m not going to assume anymore.”
Nym bite the inside of her cheek.
“How about you come in here and get tickled for a change” said Nym angrily.
She was starting to hate it when people suggest that she enjoyed being helpless and tickled mercilessly.
Martet slowly shock her spectral head and replied calmly, “I am nothing more than a ghost. A memory. I cannot be tickled.”
Nym sighed in frustration and then said “Of course. It must be nice to not be tickled.”
“Do you wish to continue? Or would you like to stop and leave?” asked Martet.
The ticklish sensations still teased Nym’s bare skin causing her to giggle every now and again.
“I’m continuing. Now that some of the tickle bubbles are gone, I can take my time and walk to the next door without an issue” said Nym with a giggle in her voice.
Martet looked unimpressed and said, “I think you better look again.”
Nym became nervous at the ghosts words and looked at the remaining bubbles around her. Suddenly three new colourful bubbles appear and began filling up the unoccupied space. Then three more appeared.
“Oh no! this is horrible!” gasped Nym.
She barely had time to react as the bubbles continued to appear and took up most of the space around her. Nym stood up as quick as she could and dodged a bubble that was approaching her.
“You have got to be kidding me. Self-replicating tickle bubbles! Now I have seen everything!” said Nym in bewilderment.
‘If this surprises you. You havnt seen anything yet” replied Martet.
Nym didn’t have time to respond. She dodged three more that bounced toward her and then ducked under another one.
“I hate this bubble dodging dance!” exclaimed Nym as she barely dodged two more ball bubbles.
Despite Nym’s best efforts to avoid the bubbles, she quickly realised she was no closer to the next room then when she started. If this is just the first floor, then what are the other five like thought Nym.
She pushed her hips and pelvis forward, as another balloon bubble narrowly passed by her leather skirt covered ass. But as she tried to correct herself a balloon bubble struck her chest and morphed around her leather bikini top and breasts.
Nym was shocked that the bubble stopped there. It could have easily encompassed her head, and shoulders as well. The tickling sensation was instant. It felt like feathers tracing around her breast and nipples. She giggled and shook her chest in an attempt to dislodge the bubble, but it stayed there, unmoving.
The leather bikini did very little to protect her breasts and nipples from the balloon bubbles tickle magic.
Suddenly the bubble popped and Nym laughed as tickle energy exploded form the bubble and went through her body.
“HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! THAT TICKLES TOO MUCH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Nym barely had time to recover as she stepped backward into an incoming bubble. The bubble absorbed Nym’s left leg and foot, and the tickling sensation hit her nerves instantly. Nym cried out with laughter and as she desperately pounded and pushed on the bubble.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…NOT AGAIN! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”
Nym tried kicking he leg and shook it in a desperate attempt to dislodge the tickling bubble but still it did not budge.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THIS IS CRUEL…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…GET OFF MY FOOT…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA… NOT THE KNEE! NOT MY FEET! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IT’S TICKLING MY TOES…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…NO FAIR! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…NO FAIR! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Nym stomped around trying to desperately pop the bubble on her leg. Popping the bubble was going to be torture but letting it stay there was just as bad. She wanted the balloon ball off her leg, which meant popping it was the only way.
Nym was so preoccupied with getting the balloon bubble off her leg and foot that she stepped into the path of another bubble which trapped her right leg this time.
Nym’s laughter increased, and she fell to the floor and desperately clawed at the bubbles on her legs and feet.
‘HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! GET OFF…GET OFF! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH…THIS IS FUCKING TORTURE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…PLEASE MAKE IT STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH…IM TOO TICKLISH ON MY FEET! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.”
Another bubble rolled toward her and hit her torso. The bubble formed around her torso and pelvis. The tickling sensation hit her body instantly and Nym began thrashing around on the floor. The magical bubbles tickled her sides, stomach, under arms, tits, ass and pussy. Nym writhed and laughed in a ticklish bubble mess with no sign of escape.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! NO MORE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…I CAN’T TAKE IT…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! FUCK…THESE BUBBLES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…IT TICKLES TOO MUCH!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I HATE THESE BUBBLES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…I HATE HTHEM! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…OH MY GOD! HAHAHAHAHHAHAH…MAKE IT STOP!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Suddenly another bubble began descending toward Nym, but she didn’t notice it until it was too late. The bubble hit the balloon ball covering her torso and somehow seemed to merge with it. The tickling sensation instantly grew and Nym’s laughter increased.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WHAT THE FUCK!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
As if following the lead of the two newly merged bubbles, the other balloon bubbles in the room began to move toward Nym and began merging with the bubbles already attached to her body. Nym howled with laughter and thrashed around more as the tickling sensation grew and grew.
‘HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THIS ISN’T FAIR! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THIS IS AGAISNT THE RULES!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! IT TICKLES TOO MUCH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
More and more balloon bubbles continued to more toward Nym’s helpless and laughing form. She thrashed and writhed in hysterical laughter, powerless to stop the tickling, or the balloons from merging together.
Each merger seemed to increase the tickling sensation and Nym was feeling that she was going to die laughing. But there was also a growing fire building with in Nym. The tickling was turning her on.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IT’S TOO MUCH…HAHAHAHAHAHA…I CAN’T TAKE IT…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…PLEASE HELP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…ITS ATTACKING...MY MOST TICKLISH SPOTS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Nym rolled around desperately trying to escape the accumulation tickle bubbles. Suddenly all the bubbles on her body popped! This set off a massive ticklish explosion that caused a chain reaction.
All the other bubbles in the room exploded as well. Nym’s laughter increased as she was hit with a thunderous wave after thunderous wave of tickle energy. In the midst of the ticklish energy that rocked her body, Nym had a ticklegasm. Not once or twice but three times.
She moaned and laughed in a mixture of pleasure and ticklishness that seemed to drag out as if she was caught in a slow-motion spell.
After all the ticklish explosions had stopped, Nym lay there on the floor laughing like a lunatic and lightly moaning. Sweat poured from her body and tears ran down her face.
The room was now empty of all the balloon balls, but it was now filled with Nym’s laughter and moans. The orgasms were amazing but now she was super sensitive, and this only amplified the ticklish sensations that still plagued her weak and tired body.
Nym did know how long she rolled around laughing for, but she was glad that the balloon bubbles were all gone for now.
“Wow that’s a first” said Martet flatly.
“Wh…hahahahah…wh…what do you…hahahahahahaha…mean?” questioned Nym through the giggles and decreasing laughter.
“Well, most of the women who get to this room pop a few bubbles to make a big enough path to move or crawl through. You’re the first to take on all the bubbles in the room and pop them all at once. That was both very brave, and reckless. Some would say even a little kinky.” replied Martet as she approached Nym.
Nym was trying to compose herself and calm her body down. She wiped the tears of laughter coming from her eyes and took a few deep breaths.
“That was not kinky! That was complete torture, and I didn’t realise they could do that,” said Nym.
“That is a fair assessment. However, you handled it very well. Taking all those bubbles at once and making them all explode to completely clear your path was very cleaver. A gutsy risk considering how ticklish you are, and how much they tickle. But cleaver none the less.”
Nym didn’t have the heart to tell her it was an accident. That she didn’t plan anything. Nym was a helplessly tickled mess, laughing like a mad woman unable to escape the tickle bubbles, let alone think of a plan. But in the end, who cares! The bubbles were gone, and she survived the challenge, test or whatever it was.
“Are you ready to proceed to the second floor? Or do you wish to give up?” asked Martet
“Give me a minute. I’m still recovering. I was just tickled to near death… again!” said Nym angrily.
“Tickled to death? Based on your reaction I thought you were tickled to orgasm?” said Martet.
Nym was embarrassed and blushed, but thanks to the tickling she just endured it was hard to tell.
‘I…I was not!” spluttered Nym in both disbelief and embarrassment.
“There is no use hiding it. I know you had one. It wasn’t subtle. Your moaning mixed with your laughter gave it away.”
Nym was lost for words, and she could feel her cheeks burning red.
“I still think my assumption about you was right. You’re a tickle freak” added Martet.
“I’m not a tickle freak! I don’t like being tickled! I am too ticklish. But this entire world and everything in it is out to tickle me. This world is perverted. Not me!” said Nym in frustration.
“Oh! sorry. I did say earlier that I wouldn’t assume things anymore. My apologises. But we really need to get moving. That is unless you want to bubbles to return for round two.”
Nym sat up and shock her head, “I defiantly don’t want to be subjected to that again.”
“If that’s the case they you better get moving. They will be back any second now” said Martet.
Nym tried to stand but struggled. Her energy was completely drained from the tickling the bubbles put her through.
Nym Took a few more seconds and then tried to stand up again. She was a bit shaky, but she was able to get up, and she proceeded across the room to the next door. No sooner did she reach the doorway the balloon bubbles started to re appear in the room.
If that was just the first floor, then what is the rest of the temple like Nym questioned.
Thread 'Nym's adventures in Lorehive part 2' https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/nyms-adventures-in-lorehive-part-2.466003/
THE TEMPLE
The next morning Nym woke to find the Cloth maid still standing over her. It had not moved at all since it took up its position beside Nym’s bed last night.
Suddenly the memory of the Hexagor. That seven-foot-tall inescapable tickle monster came to her mind. He body tensed and shivered at the memory of the squeezing and tickling that the creature put her through.
She quickly tried to dismiss the idea. Vowing to herself to never fall into that creature’s clutches ever again.
Nym started to stretch and then said “good morning” to the Cloth maid standing over her. The being did not move ore reply.
“Did you have a good night?” ask Nym again, knowing that the thing wouldn’t answer. It had no voice, no will power or independent thought. It was a zombie wrapped in cloth like a mummy, which made it obedient and less dangerous. It was almost robotic in a way.
Nym got up out of bed and fixed her short leather skirt and leather bikini top that Mirus gave her.
She hated the fact that all she had to wear was this skimpy leather bikini top that only just contained her large DD breasts, black cotton bikini underwear and a short leather skirt that barely covered her ass. Nym knew full well that Mirus was a pervert.
Why else would he have chosen clothing such as this…but then again, Nym has pranced around in a bikini before. She had worn short skirts and loose tops before too. How is this any different?
Nym cursed her brain for the logic that it made. Her thoughts should be on her side, not making rational realisations that undermined her anger, and annoyance toward Mirus the chauvinistic pervert.
After fixing up her clothes, Nym went over to the table and looked at the other Cloth maids in the tent with her. “So, what’s for breakfast?” she asked.
Within a few minutes the Cloth maids had produced a mixture of foods for Nym’s breakfast.
There were sausages, bacon strips, toast, and eggs. Nym was hungry and ate well.
No soon had she finished eating then Mirus came into the tent. “Good morning, curves” he said with a grin. “Did you sleep well?”
Nym glared at the rugged bandit, “It would have been a great night if I wasn’t captured and tickled within an inch of my life” snapped Nym.
Mirus smiled slightly, “Well I did warn you not to escape. You didn’t listen and you suffered the consequences for it. But look at the bright side, you made friends with a Hexagor, and you still get to see my handsome and charming face.”
Nym rolled her eyes, “I don’t know what’s worse. See you or being tickled mercilessly by the Hexa-thing.”
“Well, we could give you an hour with me and then an hour with the Hexagor and see which one you prefer if you like” suggested Mirus coyly.
“Fuck no! I don’t want to be anywhere near you or that thing!” Nym shot back.
Mirus smiled, “Well, I hope you slept well. You have a date with the temple this morning.”
“You still haven’t told me what this stupid temple is” snapped Nym
“I will tell you what you need to know in time. For right now I want you to get ready to leave. We are heading out very soon.” He then turned and left he tent.
Nym sighed, Fuck he infuriated her... but she couldn’t deny he was slightly attractive.
About half an hour later, Mirus and Ornack entered the tent with a Cloth maid following them. The cloth maid held a pair of sandals and a bag that looked like a large leather handbag. Ornack didn’t say anything, but he eyed Nym up and down. She didn’t like how his eyes lingered on her.
Mirus then took the bag from the Cloth maid and approached Nym. “Your clothes returned, unaltered and clean as promised”.
Nym went to take the bag, but Mirus pulled it away. “I’ll give them to you but first you need to get through the temple and retrieve the item we seek.”
“If you want something from the temple, then why don’t you can’t get it. Better yet why not send one of the maids to get it?” questioned Nym angrily.
“If it was that easy, don’t you think we would have done that by now?” growled Ornack.
“There is more to the temple that you may think Curves. But you will learn all about it soon enough” said Mirus.
He then moved his head to indicate to the cloth maid to step forward. The maid did and presented Nym with the sandals that it held in its fabric hands.
Nym eyed the footwear, “You want me to wear them?”
“How very astute of you Harlot. Of course we want you to wear them. It’s a bit of a hike to the temple and we don’t want you to get hurt” said Ornack angrily.
Nym reluctantly took the sandals and tentatively put them on. She half expected the candles to tickle her feet or her toes, but they didn’t. They fitted perfectly and were very comfortable.
“Good now let’s move” ordered Oranck ad then he spin and left the tent.
“After you curves” gestured Mirus.
Nym knew the only reason Mirus would let her go first is so he could perv on her. But she didn’t care. She was sick of the tent and wanted to get out. She walked forward and exited the tent, with Mirus and four Cloth maids following her.
Exiting the camp Nym found herself surrounded by Mirus’s bandits and more Cloth maids. There was more than Nym could count.
Many of the bandit’s woof whistled at her and cat called her. She was slightly embarrassed and uncomfortable standing there being ogled by creepy men who clearly only wanted to use her.
Mirus approached Nym sliding his tickle glove on to his hand. The very same tickle glove that Mirus used on her.
Nym shuddered with fear.
Mirus must have noticed Nym’s reaction, because he said, “Don’t worry Curves. I’m not using this unless you try to escape. Oh, speaking of escape.”
He reached into a pocket and pulled out a black leather collar with a chain attached to it.
“What do you think you are doing!? You are not putting that on me!” said Nym angrily.
“Come on Curves it will match your outfit” said Mirus brushing some hair out of Nym’s face.
Nym wanted to slap the rugged bandit as hard as she could, but she feared doing so would result in her being tickled again and she didn’t want that.
“Now be a good girl Curves and let me put this on” he said seductively.
Nym went still. A fire in her loins started to grow. Being called a good girl was a bit of a turn on for her.
Fuck you Mirus, Nym though to herself. He is fucking teasing me…again!
Upon putting the collar around Nym’s neck Mirus smiled and said, “you look ravishing Curves.”
The crowd of man surrounding them continued to woof whistle and cat call her with more enthusiasm this time.
The fire between Nym’s legs became doused. She didn’t mind kinky talk, or a bit of BDSM but having it done in front of perverts and creeps, was a complete turn off. And in a way she was glad it was. She didn’t want to think about what would happen if she was alone with Mirus, and he did this.
“Enough” roared Ornack, “You all have your orders. Now hop to them!”
The crowd around them groaned and dispersed leaving Nym, Ornack, Mirus, eight Cloth nurses and twelve bandits with them.
“Now Curves if you think about trying to run off then I will make you suffer” Mirus said raising his gloved hand.
Nym froze. He was planning to tickle her with the glove if she tried to run…
“Now be a good girl and don’t run” he said.
The fire between Nym’s legs returned. He was playing with her, and he knew it.
‘Let’s move out” commanded Mirus and the group moved.
Nym waked with Mirus not wanting to suffer the tickling the tickle glove would give her if she didn’t obey.
As they walked through the camp site heading toward the forest, Nym could see the Hexagor that attacked her last night, standing in the tree line looking at her.
It’s six tentacle arms writing and coiling, its feather like claws moving in a tickling and teasing motion. It’s two tails with feather duster ends moved in a dusting motion. Despite the distance Nym could feel the tickling sensation run across her skin.
As they got close to it, Nym could hear it say, ‘Tickle, tickle, tickle” in its teasing a playful tone.
This cause flash backs of the creature wrapping itself around Nym and tickling her mercilessly.
“That Hexagor clearly likes you Curves. Tell you what. Once you complete the temple and get the item for us, I’ll let you have a play date with it.”
“Hard pass on that one” replied Nym firmly.
“Oh, come on Curves, an hour or two with the Hexagor won’t hurt. Beside look at its face when it sees you.”
Nym noticed that the Hexagor actually did look happy to see her. It seemed to come more and more active the closer she got. Its eyes seemed to lock onto her and its grin widened.
Nym felt cold. That thing is a tickle monster in every sense of the word. A continues, adaptive and endless tickle monster.
As the group passed the Hexagor, Nym noticed it get a little sadder, until it faded from sight.
The group trekked through the forest for a good twenty to thirty minutes until a large stone structure came into view. The temple rose out of the forest like a memory the world had tried to forget.
Vines clung to broken pillars, roots split the old stone steps, and moss softened every sharp edge as though the forest were slowly, and patiently reclaiming what had once been sacred.
Nym stumbled as she was pushed forward, the chain attached to her collar went taught briefly but Mirus was quick and assisted her but holding her hand and letting her regain her footing. Nym ways shocked by the bandit leader’s compassion.
‘Thank you” she squeaked.
“You welcome Curves” he replied.
Nym then took in the sight of the temple. Its old stone walls that have collapsed or been reclaimed by the forest around it. Vegetation grew where stone once stood or even broke through sections of stone and the main building. But beyond the crumbling ruins of the temple. Something felt wrong. Not dangerous, exactly, but aware. Like a held breath.
Nym then thought she heard something turned her head sharply. Nothing.
Just fallen leaves, a cracked statue half-swallowed by ivy, and shadows where sunlight filtered weakly through the trees. Mirus must have heard something too because he was looking as well.
After a few seconds Mirus walked cautiously forward and Nym followed.
Beside her, a leaf shifted. Or maybe a shadow moved where it shouldn’t have. Nym wasn’t sure.
Mirus looked back at Nym. His expression had changed since they’d arrived. The smug playful banter and the confident cocky bandit persona he usually had was gone. Replaced with something tighter, careful and calculating.
“What is this place?’ asked Nym said.
“It’s a long-forgotten monument. A place that holds an object of great importance to us. And a place that no man may enter.”
Ornack who lead the group stopped at the arch way entrance to the temple grounds. He held out his hand and a long staff materialised. The wizard turned to face the group; his grumpy face looked more cautious then angry.
‘You lot do a perimeter sweep. Keep any eye out for Neejai” the ordered.
The twelve bandits nodded and then began to spread out and went into the forest.
‘What are they doing?” asked Nym.
“A perimeter sweep. They are looking for the Neejai” replied Mirus coldly.
“What are the Neejai?” asked Nym.
“They are skilled assassins. They are known to protect the temple.”
Fear gripped Nym and she looked around nervously.
“Don’t worry Curves. They are a dying breed. Not many of them around now a days. Besides, they are more than likely not around here anymore. But it’s better to be safe than sorry” said Mirus.
Nym continued to look around. Mirus’s words were comforting but she was still on edge. This place felt wrong. The whole situation felt wrong. Now there could be assassins running around.
Wait! A sudden realisation hit Nym, when they entered the area, she swore that she felt like being watched. Could that mean there are Neejai still here? Watching from the shadows. Waiting to strike…
Mirus then lead Nym and the Cloth maids up to Ornack who was standing and looking at the temple.
He turned to face them as they approached, “It’s time to see who is right about the Harlot” he said with an almost happy tone.
Mirus undid the collar around Nym’s neck, and despite Nym’s desire to run she stayed still and didn’t move.
“Before you go in their Curves there is a few things you need to know” said Mirus.
“Well, it’s about time. Why couldn’t you tell me this earlier’ replied Nym.
“It doesn’t matter when we tell you. But if you prefer to go in completely blind then we are happy to oblige” replied Mirus.
“Just tell me” said Nym angrily.
“Like I said before the temple was built to hold a relic. The magic of the temple prevents men, weapons, tools or magical entities such as the cloth maids from entering it. Only women can enter the temple, which is why we need you. But that’s not all. All the traps in the temple are designed to test you and push you to your limits. Many women have tried and although some have come close, they have never made it to the relic. I believe you can make it though” said Mirus.
“What kind of traps and dangers are in the temple?” questioned Nym.
“They are tickle traps” replied Ornack.
“Of course they are. Is there anything in this world that doesn’t tickle?”
“Not many actually. But you need to know these traps will be hard to pass or even escape. Many women have escaped this temple but there are also many who died laughing as well. We cannot tell you what the traps are because we have a gentleman’s agreement not to interfere, but also because many of the traps learn and change tactics. So, it’s hard to predict the best cause of action” said Mirus.
“And if I refuse? If I refuse to enter the temple. Then what?” Nym asked.
Ornack smiled, “If you refuse to enter the temple or if you leave the temple without getting the relic, then I win the bet. Your life, your body, your mind, becomes mine and I will subject you to all tickle tests, and experiments I want, for as long as I want.”
“Not going to happen Ornack. Curves, is going to survive the temple and retrieve the relic. And when she does so, she will be mine” replied Mirus confidently.
Nym hated the bet these two men made. She was not a prize for them to win. She didn’t want to subject herself to tickling and fail, only to end up as Ornack’s ticklish Guinee pig. But, at the same time surviving the tickle traps and finding a relic, only to become Mirus’s plaything was not what she wanted either.
Nym’s mind raced. Maybe she could find a way to break this deal…but how? She knew she had to make a choice soon and right now Mirus was the lesser of two evils…wasn’t he?
Nym took a deep breath. Fine I’ll go, she thought to herself.
Nym went to walk toward the temple entrance, but Mirus stopped her. His hand dangerously close to holding her breasts. Nym stopped and sighed.
“Do you want me to get this stupid old relic thing, or not?” groaned Nym.
“I do but you can’t go in with shoes on” Mirus replied.
Nym glared at him but should have suspected something like this. She then knelt down and took off the shoes, then stood up and shoved them into his chest as hard as she could.
Mirus lurched back from the slight impact but took the shoes and smiled.
Ornack then reached into his robes and pulled out a crystal ball. He let it go, and it floated in the air in front of him. “Well will be watching you will this ball Harlot. That way there is no trickery or foul play”.
Nym looked at the wizard with a confused look, “Do you think I’m going to cheat? How can I cheat?”
Ornack shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t trust you Harlot.”
“I keep telling you, I am not a harlot!” snapped Nym.
Ornack did not respond but turned away from her.
“Time to go Curves” said Mirus gently.
“Is there any way I can convince you to stop called me Curves?” replied Nym trying to not sound annoyed.
“Mmmm not really. But there is plenty of things you can do with me” replied Mirus.
“You are fucking unbelievable. How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me Curves? And how many times do I have to say that I don’t want you, and that I don’t want to sleep with you! How many time do I have to say all of this before you get it into your thick fucking skull?!” said Nym angrily.
Mirus smiled and then shrugged, “Sorry but you will always be Curves to me. And I hear what you saying. Truly I do. But I can’t help that I am captivated by you. And I know you want me just as much as I want you.”
Nym glared at him. There was so much she wanted to say to him but felt that it was just going to fall on deaf ears. Deep down she enjoyed the flirting and sexual tension between them, but Nym wanted someone who truly loved her. Someone who valued and appreciated her for the person she is, and not just for the body she had.
Mirus clearly saw her as a sexual object, or trophy. He didn’t care about her as a person. He didn’t value her feelings, or thoughts. And he certainly couldn’t be trusted. So, because of that she would never allow herself to fall for any man like Mirus. Regardless of how attractive, or how much he flirted.
Nym dismissed her thoughts as she looked toward the temple. The curiosity and fear of what was inside began to build inside of her.
“Would you like a kiss for luck?” asked Mirus.
Nym glared at the sly bandit again. Her eyes like daggers.
She then shook her head and then continued on her way to the temple entrance. The doorway yawned open before her. Dark, cold, and impossibly quiet. The air inside smelled of stone, and old incense, like something sacred, or cursed had been sealed away and forgotten here.
As Nym crossed the threshold, and entered the main temple complex the torches on the walls burst into flames. The flames illuminated the entire room she now stood in. The room would have looked great in its early years, but the passage of time and years of neglect had made it a shell of its former self. Much like the outside of the temple.
Silence consumed the room. Then, a glow flickered ahead. The flicking began to grow until it became the ghostly vision of a woman. She was translucent, her form pale and shimmering like moonlight on water. She wore priestly robes and carried herself with calm dignity. Her eyes met Nym’s.
“I am Martet,” the figure said gently and echoing softly. “I am the spirit and keeper of this temple.”
Nym swallowed. “You’re… dead.”
Martet inclined her head. “The temple endures. I remain.”
Her gaze drifted toward the inner halls and then back to Nym. “You should not be here. The item within, was placed here to remain untouched. Its trials are meant to turn seekers away. Or prevent them from getting any closer. I will give you the option now to leave, before it is too late. Grave consequences will happen if you continue or succeed.”
“Grave consequences will happen whether I do or not. I don’t have a choice. I have to do this.” Nym said quietly.
Martet studied her, as though she was scrutinising Nym. “If you truly wish to continue will not stop you. I will not guide you through the trials. I will not warn you of what lies ahead. I am merely a vison and a warning that what you seek is not worth it. It needs to remain here.”
“What is the relic that is buried here?” asked Nym.
“It is a relic filled with dark power. It must remain here where it cannot harm anyone. That is all I can say” replied Martet bowing her head.
“I have been told to retrieve it by bandits and a grumpy wizard. Is there any way you can help me? If I don’t get the item I will become an unwilling test subject in tickle experiments, but if I get it, I become the love slave to a perverted chauvinistic asshole. Please…is there anything you can do to help me? I don’t want to be here.”
Martet looked at Nym will an emotionless look and shook her head, “I understand your position, but I am unable to help you. I am a vision. I am also not able to advise you. Nor can I assist you or protect you.”
Nym nodded and wiped a few tears from her eyes. “I understand. Thank you for listening and I’m sorry to say but I have no choice but to try and get this item and hope to God I can escape, before Mirus tries to claim me.”
Martet nodded, “Since you are willing to continue going through the temple, then I will be your witness.”
Nym exhaled shakily. “That’s… not comforting.”
“No,” Martet agreed. “It is honesty.”
For a long moment, Nym and the spirit said nothing.
Finally, Nym said, “Since you can’t tell me about the traps, the item that’s kept here or… anything really. Can you at least tell me what to expect? Or what you think my chances would be?”
The ghostly vision or Martet looked confused for a moment and then said, “The traps and challenges are designed to prevent women from proceeding to the next area. Each trap and challenge will get harder and become more deadly. Most give up or die laughing around the third and fourth level. So, I can’t say you chances of making it to the item are high. If anything, it is almost non-existent. In fact, there is a distinct possibility you won’t make it past the second level, let alone the third.”
“Thinks for the vote of confidence” said Nym grimly
“Unfortunate I am here to be honest and nothing more” replied Martet.
“So how many traps and challenges are there?”
“There are six floors each with their own traps and challenges. You are allowed to give up on the first and second floors and free to leave without consequence. Once you reach the third floor, there is no escape. There is no giving up, and there is no way out. You will be forever locked in here. Only three women have ever made it to the fourth floor and that is where they met their end. No one has reached the fifth and sixth floor. The forbidden item is kept on the sixth floor, but like I said your chances of getting to the third room is slim, let alone surviving the third.”
“We really need to work on you bed side manner. You’re not filling me with much confidence at all.” replied Nym
“I’m not here to lie to you. If that is what you want, I am sorry to disappoint”.
Nym was grateful for Martet’s honesty but right now she didn’t need honesty, she needed a way out. She needed help. Unfortunately, much like the temple around her, hope as well as her freedom was stating to crumble and wither away.
“Come,” Martet said, turning toward a hallway. “If you insist on walking this path, you will not walk it alone.”
Martet then lead Nym into the hallway and deeper into the temple. As they moved deeper into the ruins, Nym felt it again. That sensation of being watched. Not by eyes, but by the temple itself. The air seemed to come more alive with each step she took. And somewhere ahead, something was ready to test her resolve.
THE FIRST ROOM CHALLENGE
The spectral form of Martet led Nym into a dome chamber that was about ten metres wide and four metres tall. Torches on the wall illuminated the room revealing a chest in the centre of the room and behind it a stone door that was shut.
Nym looked over the chest from a distance and saw that it had two black holes on its front, a hole on each of its sides and one on its lid. The chest was shut and as Nym tried to peer into the holes she saw nothing. Just empty darkness.
Nym looked around the empty room before returning her gaze back to the chest. Nym was shocked and could not see how this was a trap, unless the trap was inside the chest.
Nym looked at Martet, “A chest? I don’t see how this is a trap. Honestly, it’s a bit predictable. There is clearly something inside the chest.”
The ghostly figure of Martet stood firm. Her face like stone. Emotionless and cold.
“I cannot tell you anything. However, I will wish you luck.”
Martet then directed Nym to the chest with her spectral hand, and Nym shifted her gave to the chest. Its wooden body with metal straps and lock, appeared to have nothing special about it.
The pitch-black holes on the chest however gave Nym the creeps. Could they be eye lids, though Nym. Or maybe they are breathing holes for whatever is inside of it?
Nym cautiously approached the chest. It did not move or react to her approach. Eventually Nym was close enough to smell the faint aroma of pine wood and essential oils.
Nym’s heart was racing, and she was tempted to open the lid. But, what if that’s what the thing in the chest wanted to happen? Or even worse, what if the chest was a diversion to the real trap? Nym started to sweat, and she began to panic. She did a quick 360 degree look around her but still there was nothing there. It was just her, the chest and the spectral form of Martet.
Suddenly the lid to the chest opened slowly. Nym’s attention shot to the opening chest. A grey mist began to roll out of the chest turned into fog like hands that lashed out and grabbed Nym’s wrists and ankles.
Nym shrieked, struggled and pulled against the foggy hands, but they held her tightly, as if they were real hands.
Nym was instantly pulled toward the chest as if she was a ragdoll. She was pulled into the chest and the lid slammed down shut on her.
Nym was in complete darkness but the fog hands that held her were now gone. Nym tried to move around and the there was a bright light. When Nym’s vision came into focus she found her head was sticking out of the hole in the top of the chest.
Her hands were also sticking out either side of the chest her arms taught on the inside. He legs from just below her knee all the way to her feet were sticking out of the chest in front of her.
Nym wiggled her bare feet and toes and then tried to move and pull her limbs in, but they wouldn’t budge.
At least now Nym understood what the black holes were for. They were for her limbs…But that also didn’t fill her with much confidence.
With her limbs stretched out and trapped, she was now completely defenceless. Not to mention the leather bikini top, cotton bottoms and short leather skirt offered little to no protection at all.
Nym then felt hands touch her ribs, sides, and knees. The fog hands that pulled her into the chest had returned.
Nym felt cold upon there touch and realised that her vulnerable position was now far worse than she realised. The hands began to tickle her ribs, sides and knees.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO! STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Nym thrashed and pulled hard trying to free herself but still her limbs were stuck.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOT MY RIBS!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO! NOT MY KNEES!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MERCY…MERCY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
More fog hands joined the tickle party and targeted Nyms underarms and hips. Nym gasped and redoubled her efforts to pull her limbs free.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO FAIR…NO FAIR! NOT MAY ARMPITS! PLEASE… STOP…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…I CANT TAKE IT…..HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NO…NOT MY HIPS…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
More fog hands appeared and gently glided over her bare back. Nym pushed her chest forward to escape the hands gently tickling her back but there was only so far, she could go.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THAT’S CRUEL! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! BACK TICKLES ARE FINE! BUT THIS IS TORTURE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
The tickling continued with no signs of stopping. Nym struggled in vain to escape the relentless tickling and chest that held her. She could feel her energy being sapped the more she struggled.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE MAKE IT STOP…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…I CAN’T TAKE IT…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
The ghostly figure of Nym slowly approached Nym as she laughed from the ticklish assault. Nym had tears in her eyes, and she continued to desperately try to pull herself free. The fog hands were doing a ticklish number on her. Their actions were precise and for hands made of fog they were extremely efficient at targeting her most ticklish spots.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GET OFF OF ME! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! LEAVE MY BODY ALONE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MERCY…PLEASE…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Martet looked down upon poor Nym as she struggled and laughed. There was still no emotions on her face.
“I am unable to help you. However, you do have the power to end your suffering at any time. All you have to say is I give up” said Martet.
Before Nym could respond she felt her bikini top being lifted up.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!”
The two new fog hands that lifted up her bikini top exposing her large breasts, then began to grope her tits and tweak her nipples. The combination of the groping and tickling awakened an arousal in Nym, and her nipples became erect.
Nym continued to laugh as the groping continued. Her slightly turned on body only caused the tickling sensation to increase.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO FAIR!! LEAVE THEM ALONE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. THIS IS TORTURE…. DON’T! STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”.
The hands groping her tits and nipples then stopped and they began to tickle her tits instead. This caused Nym to shake and thrash even more, but the hands continued to stick to her body like glue, tickling her even more.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP YOU FUCKING PRICKS!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! LEAVE MY TITS ALONE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. GET THE FUCK OFF ME YOU CREEPS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THERE…ANYWHERE BUT THERE…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Nym’s laughter increased as more hands began tickling her stomach and back of her thighs.
Then out from the holes were her legs and feet protruded came six long thin wisps of grey fog.
At the end of the fog wisps were foggy hands that reached out and came to a rest on Nym’s bare feet and ankles, as she continued to thrash around.
Two of the hands grabbed her ankles and held them tight preventing her from moving her legs. Two more hands slid their foggy fingers between her toes which tickled but this also allowed them to hold her foot still.
The other two hands began to tickle her bare soles, causing Nym to thrash and struggle more. She began laughing hysterically.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I’M SORRY...I’M SORRY…I’M SORRY I CALLED YOU PRICKS!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEASE LEAVE MY FEET ALONE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…PLEASE STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…I’M SORRY…I’M SORRY!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”.
Nym pulled, twisted and thrashed around trying to break, but the chest held her in place, and the tickling was maddening. He laughter only increased when the foggy fingers between her toes began to shift and move, tickling under her toes.
“HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!! GET OUT OF THERE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…THIS IS CRUEL!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…MERCY…MERCY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…LEAVE MY TITS AND SIDES ALONE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ENOUGH! HAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP TICKLING MY HIPS! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA..AND THIGHS!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH…NOT THE KNEES! NOT THE KNEES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
The tickling continued without slowing or stopping and Nym was losing hope of ever escaping this ticklish trap. Then she felt something. Something had just lightly touched her pussy through the fabric of her cotton bikini bottoms. It felt like a single finger gently and faintly tracing her pussy through the fabric.
Nym’s eyes went wide as gently tracing turning into a ticklish assault, as fingers gently glided over the fabric tickling her pussy.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! THAT TICKLES!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! OH MY GOD…STOP!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! HOW AM I SO TICKLISH THERE!? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…NO MORE…I CAN’T TAKE IT!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…PLEASE I BEG OF YOU… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
The ticklish assault on Nym’s body continued and Nym was reduced to a laughing mess.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!”
An unknown amount of time later the tickling stopped, and the chest lid opened, and Nym was spat out. She landed on the floor and quickly sat up and scrambled behind the ghostly figure of Martet.
“Well, you past the first test” said Martet in an emotionless voice.
“Passed!? How did I pass?? It tickled me to near death” said Nym through gasps of breath as she struggled to pull her bikini top down to cover her large heaving breasts.
The ghostly figure of Martet turn to face Nym, “Yes you passed the test of endurance. You managed to survive the tickling for twenty minutes without saying the words, I give up.”
Nym was still struggling with her top and looked at Martet will bewilderment. “You’re telling me I was tickled for twenty minutes??” Nym exclaimed.
“Well, actually you were tickled for half an hour. It turns out calling the tickle chest a fucking prick and a creep was not a smart move. But I will say you did very well. 60% of women usually give up halfway through, let alone survive an extra ten minutes. Your either very tough, stubborn, or you enjoy being tickled.”
Nym was shocked by Martet’s words. “Half an hour! Are you joking!?”
Martet shock her head, “I’m afraid not. You were tickled for a total of thirty minutes and judging by your nipples I’d say you enjoyed it.”
Nym who was still trying to calm down from all the tickling, while also trying to pull her bikini top down to cover her breasts, looked down at her erect nipples.
The feeling of having her breasts and nipples groped and tickled was something new to her. She was only just coming to terms with her pussy being ticklish let alone her tits.
“I did not enjoy it!” Nym snapped as she finally manage to get her top back onto her chest, making sure her breast were secured back in the bikini top.
Nym then suddenly remember that Mirus and Ornack were watching her progress through Ornack’s crystal ball. The fucking perverts were probably enjoying the fact that they saw her tits. Not to mention they just witness her being tickle tortured. Fucking creeps! Fucking perverts! She thought. It was bad enough that the ghost of Martet saw her naked chest let alone to men watching her every move through a magical orb.
Nym adjusted her bikini top just to make sure her tits were properly covered. She didn’t want to have any more wardrobe incidents.
“If you say so” replied Martet coldly.
Nym hated to admit it, but the tickling and teasing of her tits and pussy definitely turned her on. She never though she was ticklish on her pussy and tits but clearly, she was.
Nym then fixed up her short leather skirt and tried to think of something else in an attempt to supress her sexual arousal. As she struggled to think of something a stone at the back of the room rose up revealing a passageway.
“It’s time to go to the next test” said Martet, then she turned and walked toward the newly opened doorway.
“Wait we can’t go now. I haven’t fully recovered from the tickling I just endured” said Nym
angrily. Her body still shaking and tingling from the tickling the chest put her through.
Martet stopped and looked over her shoulder at the Nym who was now moving her blonde hair out of her eyes. “I’m sorry but the temple does not wait for you. You wanted to endure the temple and make it to the relic and as such you must do as the temple says. It is time to move to the next area. However, you can always back out. It is not too late.”
Nym growned. She didn’t want to be here, but if she didn’t there is no telling what Ornack had in store for her. Becoming a guinea pig in his tickle experiments was not going to happen. Not as long as she had something to say about it.
Martete then said, “Remember you are still free to back out at any time, however once you reach the third floor you will before trapped here forever.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it. Just give me a couple more minutes to rest” replied Nym in a snappy tone.
“I’m sorry but the temple will not wait forever. If you don’t come with me now the chest might decide to have more ticklish fun with you” said Martet coldly.
Nym didn’t like the sound of that and rushed over to Martet and together they walked to the next area.
THE FIRST ROOM, SECOND CHALLENGE
They walked down a short corridor and then entered another room, similar to the one they were just in with the chest. However, this one was filled with different coloured floating balls. No not balls, they were bubbles.
Each bubble ball looked like a balloon that were the same size as a 65 centimetre or 26 inches wide exercise ball. The balls were at various heights, stretching from the floor to the ceiling and they were all floating and moving slowly. Some of the balls would bounce into each other and either slide off of each other or repel each other.
Regardless of how they interacted with each other they continue to float around aimlessly. Looking through the mass of balls Nym was able to see a doorway on the other side of the room.
“So, this is the second floor?” questioned Nym
“No, this is the second area of the first floor” replied Martet.
“You never mentioned there being more traps on the same floor” snapped Nym.
“You never asked” retorted Martet coldly.
Nym sighed and then tried to supress her frustration, “So how many rooms are on each floor?” she asked.
“There are two rooms on this floor. Then after that there is only one room per floor” replied Martet.
“Why is there two rooms on the first floor?” Nym asked.
“Your full of questions aren’t you. There are two rooms on the first floor to give maidens such as your self a taste of the ticklish challenges that wait them if they continue. The second floor onward are going to become harder and more ticklish. But as I said up until the third floor you are free to give up and leave at any time. But once you or someone reaches the third floor there in no turning back, no giving up, and no escape.”
Nym nodded and sighed, “So what do I have to do here?”
Martet looked at the balls floating around and then looked back at Nym, “I am unable to give you advice.”
Nym sighed in frustration and then looked around the room again. “So, I just have to make it to the other side?” she questioned.
“I cannot give you any advice” replied Martet.
“Well just by looking at the situation I’m going to guess that I have to cross this room without hitting any of those balloon ball things” said Nym.
The spirit of Martet did not reply or even acknowledge Nym’s words.
“Right, good talk” said Nym sarcastically.
Nym then cautiously proceeded into the room, easily dodging three bubble balls that floated just off the ground in front of her. So far so good though Nym to herself as she dodged another ball.
As Nym moved around another ball, she had to quickly duck as another bubble ballon moved just over head. Now it was getting more crowded and trickier to navigate. Nym ducked and weaved the best she could but soon she found herself surrounded by these balloon balls moving slowly around her at different heights and directions.
Suddenly Nym moved to dodge one of the balloon balls and another one hit her leg and foot. Nym watched in horror and amazement as the balloon ball morphed around her leg and consumed it into its spherical form. Instantly Nym felt a tickling sensation on her trapped leg and foot. Nym instantly began to laugh.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…SHIT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH”
Nym tried to push the ball off of her leg, but it would not budge. She continued to laugh as she ponded her trapped foot on the ground. The balloon ball absorbed the impact and continued to tickle her trapped leg and foot.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…GET OFF! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU MADE OF! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…THAT TICKLES TOO MUCH…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA… MY THIGH, KNEE, FEET AND TOES…HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…ARE TOO TICKLISH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Nym pushed the bubble ball as hard as she could and then with a loud POP! The bubble ball popped like a less noisy balloon. However unfortunately for Nym the ballon ball popping sent a wave of ticklish energy though her foot and leg and up through her entire body. Nym collapsed on the ground laughing.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HOW…HOW DID THAT TICKLE MORE THEN WHEN MY LEG WAS TRAPPED? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
As Nym lay on the floor laughing she barely noticed that another balloon ball was gently descending toward her.
“Oh no not again” she said trying to suppress her giggles.
Nym rolled out of the way as the balloon ball landed on the ground where she was and then slowly bounced back up into the air. Nym still giggling for the ticklish energy of the exploding magical ball, gaged her surroundings and then quickly got to her feet. She needed to get out of this tickle balloon mind field and fast.
She quickly dodge an incoming bubble ball and then went to dodge two more. Unfortunate, a bubble hit her stomach and instantly she was absorbed into the babble mass. The bubble ball now completely covered and encased her chest bare stomach and back, and the tickling sensation was instant.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUCK ME! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...GET OFF…GET OFF…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! WHY DOES IT TICKLE SO MUCH? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Nym tried to push the bubble ball off her stomach, but stopped knowing that if she made it pop, she could be tickled by the magical energy that it released. But if she left the bubble on her the tickling was hard to handle.
Nym didn’t know what to do and as she laughed and hunched over laughing, as another bubble ball hit her left leg and trapped it inside its bubble-like balloon form again.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! WHO THE FUCK DESIGNED THIS!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Another bubble ball hit her arm and shoulder and morphed around her limb.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! NOT MY ARM PITS!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA THIS IS TOO MUCH! TOO MUCH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Nym twisted and wiggled to try and break free. The tickling sensations were too much. She buckled over clutching her stomach and then POP!
The three bubbles exploded releasing more tickling energy through Nym’s body. Nym collapsed onto the floor and curled up in the foetal position laughing.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO MORE…I CAN’T TAKE IT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
“Would you like to give up and leave the temple” asked Martet coldly.
No way thougth Nym. This is not going to beat me. I will not be Ornack’s or Mirus’s tickle slaves. It then dawned on Nym that she was almost back to where she started. Martet stood in the doorway looking at her.
Nym was frustrated but was still giggling from the ticklish energy that has she has been exposed too.
“Are you enjoying this?” asked Nym looking at Martet.
The spectral form of Martet shook her head. “Not at all. But I am curious as to how and if you will pass this challenge.”
Nym groaned and uncurled herself. She lay there on her back and tried to think. She was desperate to give herself a break from all the tickling, but she knew she couldn’t stay there for long. She needed a plan and fast. As she took some deep breaths and tried to calm her body down a bubble ball descended from the roof.
This time Nym was not aware of it, and it landed on her leather skit and then morphed around her lower body, encasing her pelvis and thighs into its ball form.
Nym could feel her ass, pelvis, hips, thighs and pussy being tickled mercilessly.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAJHA! WHAT THE FUCK!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…NOT THERE…NOT THERE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
Another bubble ball came down and landed on Nym’s right foot, trapping it in its balloon form and Nym howled with laughter.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THIS IS TORTURE…SOMEBODY HELP ME!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! MAKE IT STOP…I BEG OF YOU!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”
Another bubble balloon hit her stomach, then another on hit her arm. Another one hit left leg. More and more bubble balls move toward Nym and all she could do was laugh and plead for someone to save her.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE MAKE THIS STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. THIS IS TORTURE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, OH MY GOD! THIS IS TOO MUCH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Nym couldn’t tell which part of her tickled more, where she was or how many bubble balls had attached themselves to her. All she knew was that the tickling sensation was everywhere. And it was overwhelming.
Nym thrashed around laughing as more bubble balls approached and attached to her.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…I’M GOING TO DIE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH…IT TICKLES TOO MUCH…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”.
Suddenly all the bubble balls attached to Nym popped simultaneously.
Even the bubbles that were inches away from Nym popped as well.
Nym’s laugher exploded along with the bubbles.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!”
She lay on her back and rolled around laughing. Her lungs were sore, and she clutched at her sides and slapped her feet on the floor. She was struggling to calm down from the ticklish explosion, but at least some of the bubbles were gone which meant that she could have a break. Not to mention that it created some space for her to move more freely now.
There were still more bubbles around her but there were a good couple of meters from her in all directions.
Nym was starting to calm down, but the ticklish sensation still lingered on her skin.
“Are you ok? Do you wish to give up?” asked the ghostly figure of Martet.
Nym took a couple of deep breaths and tried to regain her composure. She slowly sat up and turned to face the spectral woman who stood safely in the doorway behind her.
“Does it look like I’m ok?” snapped Nym
“I see you laughing and pleading for help, but I also don’t hear you saying that you give up or quit. So, I’m not sure and I don’t want to assume. In the last time I assumed, that you liked being bound and tickled, but you got angry when I pointed that out. So, I’m not going to assume anymore.”
Nym bite the inside of her cheek.
“How about you come in here and get tickled for a change” said Nym angrily.
She was starting to hate it when people suggest that she enjoyed being helpless and tickled mercilessly.
Martet slowly shock her spectral head and replied calmly, “I am nothing more than a ghost. A memory. I cannot be tickled.”
Nym sighed in frustration and then said “Of course. It must be nice to not be tickled.”
“Do you wish to continue? Or would you like to stop and leave?” asked Martet.
The ticklish sensations still teased Nym’s bare skin causing her to giggle every now and again.
“I’m continuing. Now that some of the tickle bubbles are gone, I can take my time and walk to the next door without an issue” said Nym with a giggle in her voice.
Martet looked unimpressed and said, “I think you better look again.”
Nym became nervous at the ghosts words and looked at the remaining bubbles around her. Suddenly three new colourful bubbles appear and began filling up the unoccupied space. Then three more appeared.
“Oh no! this is horrible!” gasped Nym.
She barely had time to react as the bubbles continued to appear and took up most of the space around her. Nym stood up as quick as she could and dodged a bubble that was approaching her.
“You have got to be kidding me. Self-replicating tickle bubbles! Now I have seen everything!” said Nym in bewilderment.
‘If this surprises you. You havnt seen anything yet” replied Martet.
Nym didn’t have time to respond. She dodged three more that bounced toward her and then ducked under another one.
“I hate this bubble dodging dance!” exclaimed Nym as she barely dodged two more ball bubbles.
Despite Nym’s best efforts to avoid the bubbles, she quickly realised she was no closer to the next room then when she started. If this is just the first floor, then what are the other five like thought Nym.
She pushed her hips and pelvis forward, as another balloon bubble narrowly passed by her leather skirt covered ass. But as she tried to correct herself a balloon bubble struck her chest and morphed around her leather bikini top and breasts.
Nym was shocked that the bubble stopped there. It could have easily encompassed her head, and shoulders as well. The tickling sensation was instant. It felt like feathers tracing around her breast and nipples. She giggled and shook her chest in an attempt to dislodge the bubble, but it stayed there, unmoving.
The leather bikini did very little to protect her breasts and nipples from the balloon bubbles tickle magic.
Suddenly the bubble popped and Nym laughed as tickle energy exploded form the bubble and went through her body.
“HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! THAT TICKLES TOO MUCH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Nym barely had time to recover as she stepped backward into an incoming bubble. The bubble absorbed Nym’s left leg and foot, and the tickling sensation hit her nerves instantly. Nym cried out with laughter and as she desperately pounded and pushed on the bubble.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…NOT AGAIN! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”
Nym tried kicking he leg and shook it in a desperate attempt to dislodge the tickling bubble but still it did not budge.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THIS IS CRUEL…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…GET OFF MY FOOT…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA… NOT THE KNEE! NOT MY FEET! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IT’S TICKLING MY TOES…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…NO FAIR! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…NO FAIR! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Nym stomped around trying to desperately pop the bubble on her leg. Popping the bubble was going to be torture but letting it stay there was just as bad. She wanted the balloon ball off her leg, which meant popping it was the only way.
Nym was so preoccupied with getting the balloon bubble off her leg and foot that she stepped into the path of another bubble which trapped her right leg this time.
Nym’s laughter increased, and she fell to the floor and desperately clawed at the bubbles on her legs and feet.
‘HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! GET OFF…GET OFF! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH…THIS IS FUCKING TORTURE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…PLEASE MAKE IT STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH…IM TOO TICKLISH ON MY FEET! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.”
Another bubble rolled toward her and hit her torso. The bubble formed around her torso and pelvis. The tickling sensation hit her body instantly and Nym began thrashing around on the floor. The magical bubbles tickled her sides, stomach, under arms, tits, ass and pussy. Nym writhed and laughed in a ticklish bubble mess with no sign of escape.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! NO MORE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…I CAN’T TAKE IT…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! FUCK…THESE BUBBLES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…IT TICKLES TOO MUCH!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I HATE THESE BUBBLES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…I HATE HTHEM! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…OH MY GOD! HAHAHAHAHHAHAH…MAKE IT STOP!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Suddenly another bubble began descending toward Nym, but she didn’t notice it until it was too late. The bubble hit the balloon ball covering her torso and somehow seemed to merge with it. The tickling sensation instantly grew and Nym’s laughter increased.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WHAT THE FUCK!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
As if following the lead of the two newly merged bubbles, the other balloon bubbles in the room began to move toward Nym and began merging with the bubbles already attached to her body. Nym howled with laughter and thrashed around more as the tickling sensation grew and grew.
‘HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THIS ISN’T FAIR! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THIS IS AGAISNT THE RULES!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! IT TICKLES TOO MUCH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
More and more balloon bubbles continued to more toward Nym’s helpless and laughing form. She thrashed and writhed in hysterical laughter, powerless to stop the tickling, or the balloons from merging together.
Each merger seemed to increase the tickling sensation and Nym was feeling that she was going to die laughing. But there was also a growing fire building with in Nym. The tickling was turning her on.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IT’S TOO MUCH…HAHAHAHAHAHA…I CAN’T TAKE IT…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…PLEASE HELP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…ITS ATTACKING...MY MOST TICKLISH SPOTS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Nym rolled around desperately trying to escape the accumulation tickle bubbles. Suddenly all the bubbles on her body popped! This set off a massive ticklish explosion that caused a chain reaction.
All the other bubbles in the room exploded as well. Nym’s laughter increased as she was hit with a thunderous wave after thunderous wave of tickle energy. In the midst of the ticklish energy that rocked her body, Nym had a ticklegasm. Not once or twice but three times.
She moaned and laughed in a mixture of pleasure and ticklishness that seemed to drag out as if she was caught in a slow-motion spell.
After all the ticklish explosions had stopped, Nym lay there on the floor laughing like a lunatic and lightly moaning. Sweat poured from her body and tears ran down her face.
The room was now empty of all the balloon balls, but it was now filled with Nym’s laughter and moans. The orgasms were amazing but now she was super sensitive, and this only amplified the ticklish sensations that still plagued her weak and tired body.
Nym did know how long she rolled around laughing for, but she was glad that the balloon bubbles were all gone for now.
“Wow that’s a first” said Martet flatly.
“Wh…hahahahah…wh…what do you…hahahahahahaha…mean?” questioned Nym through the giggles and decreasing laughter.
“Well, most of the women who get to this room pop a few bubbles to make a big enough path to move or crawl through. You’re the first to take on all the bubbles in the room and pop them all at once. That was both very brave, and reckless. Some would say even a little kinky.” replied Martet as she approached Nym.
Nym was trying to compose herself and calm her body down. She wiped the tears of laughter coming from her eyes and took a few deep breaths.
“That was not kinky! That was complete torture, and I didn’t realise they could do that,” said Nym.
“That is a fair assessment. However, you handled it very well. Taking all those bubbles at once and making them all explode to completely clear your path was very cleaver. A gutsy risk considering how ticklish you are, and how much they tickle. But cleaver none the less.”
Nym didn’t have the heart to tell her it was an accident. That she didn’t plan anything. Nym was a helplessly tickled mess, laughing like a mad woman unable to escape the tickle bubbles, let alone think of a plan. But in the end, who cares! The bubbles were gone, and she survived the challenge, test or whatever it was.
“Are you ready to proceed to the second floor? Or do you wish to give up?” asked Martet
“Give me a minute. I’m still recovering. I was just tickled to near death… again!” said Nym angrily.
“Tickled to death? Based on your reaction I thought you were tickled to orgasm?” said Martet.
Nym was embarrassed and blushed, but thanks to the tickling she just endured it was hard to tell.
‘I…I was not!” spluttered Nym in both disbelief and embarrassment.
“There is no use hiding it. I know you had one. It wasn’t subtle. Your moaning mixed with your laughter gave it away.”
Nym was lost for words, and she could feel her cheeks burning red.
“I still think my assumption about you was right. You’re a tickle freak” added Martet.
“I’m not a tickle freak! I don’t like being tickled! I am too ticklish. But this entire world and everything in it is out to tickle me. This world is perverted. Not me!” said Nym in frustration.
“Oh! sorry. I did say earlier that I wouldn’t assume things anymore. My apologises. But we really need to get moving. That is unless you want to bubbles to return for round two.”
Nym sat up and shock her head, “I defiantly don’t want to be subjected to that again.”
“If that’s the case they you better get moving. They will be back any second now” said Martet.
Nym tried to stand but struggled. Her energy was completely drained from the tickling the bubbles put her through.
Nym Took a few more seconds and then tried to stand up again. She was a bit shaky, but she was able to get up, and she proceeded across the room to the next door. No sooner did she reach the doorway the balloon bubbles started to re appear in the room.
If that was just the first floor, then what is the rest of the temple like Nym questioned.
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