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Thread 'Nym's adventures in Lorehive part 3' https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/nyms-adventures-in-lorehive-part-3.467067/
Part 4
THE SECOND FLOOR, THE MUD TRAP
Nym and Martel walked a long hallway and down a set of stone steps to the second floor. Each set Nym took felt heavier than the last. Her body still shaking from all the tickling she had endures so far. The Ghostly spirit of Martet led the way on silent feet. At to bottom of the stair they walk a short hallway and then came to an arch way, that led to a chamber.
The chamber opened into a vast dome, that was about 85 feet (25.9 meters) in diameter. its ceiling curving high above them. Every surface, from the walls, floor, even the ribs of stone arching overhead, were coated in a dull grey clay. It looked wet at first glance, as though it might shift and swallow anyone who walked on it, but the illusion broke the moment Nym knelt down to touch it. The clay was cold beneath her fingers and toes, but it was slightly spongy yet hard at the same time.
Near the entrance where Nym and Martet entered stood a low stone plinth, older than the dome around it, its edges worn smooth by centuries. A plaque was set into its face, the letters carved deep and sharp, untouched by time:
ROOM OF MUD.
TOUCH THE ORB TO PASS.
Despite the words on the plaque, Nym was still perplexed what it meant. Looking around Nym noticed that at the far end of the chamber loomed a massive stone door, seamless and sealed, its surface had no handle, hinge, or keyhole. It looked less like a door and more like a flat rock that fit seamlessly into the doorway. Before it stood a narrow pedestal, stark and deliberate in its placement, as though the room itself had grown it there.
Resting atop the pedestal was an orb, perfectly smooth, no larger than a human heart. It glowed with a faint red light, steady and patient, its illumination barely enough to stain the surrounding clay with a muted blush.
Martet drifted closer, her translucent form casting no shadow against the clay, her expression unreadable.
“So…I just have to walk over there and touch the orb” said Nym in a confused tone.
Martet look at her with her black face and replied, “Do you believe that is what you have to do?”
“You could be more helpful you know!” snapped Nym.
“How would you like me to be more helpful. I am unable to teel you what the test is, or what you have to do or how to overcome it. So, I’m not sure what you expect me to tell you” replied the ghostly Martet.
“I don’t know! Tell me what kind of creature will tickle me this time? Will I be restrained this time? Will I be able to move or escape? Does this test have a timer or some other requirement? Will there be more the one source of tickling? How badly it will tickle? Anything will be better than nothing.”
Martet considered Nym’s words for a moment and then replied, “You know I am unable to tell you anything about the challenges you will face. However, I will say that based on the last two challenges you did, the tickling you will endure in this one will be maddening. If you don’t give up during this challenge your either incredibly stubborn, or you’re a tickle freak.”
Nym felt a pit in her stomach beginning to grow. “I’m not a tickle freak!” she spat.
Martet tilted her head and replied, “If you say so. It is not my job to judge you. I am a guide and witness nothing more.”
Nym gave her a glare and then looked back toward the orb on the pedestal.
“Well, my guess is I just have to touch that orb thing” she said quietly to herself.
“That is possible” replied Martet.
Nym ignored the spirit and took a few steps forward. She then stopped and waited but nothing happened. She then took two more steps forward, then stopped and waited. But still nothing happened.
Suddenly Nym felt something cold grab onto her bare right foot. Looking down she saw a large masculine hand made of clay was holding her foot. The clay felt soft but strong at the same time. Nym pulled hard on her leg to escape the clay hand, but it wouldn’t budge.
She pulled hard again and this time it felt like her leg was pulling free. She pulled hard again and this time her foot broke free of the clay hands hold. The destroyed remains of the clay hand were absorbed back into the clay floor and disappear. Nym’s blood felt like ice. If this room was capable of making clay hands, what else could it do.
She went to move when another clay hand emerged from the floor and grabbed hold of her left ankle. Another clay hand appeared and grabbed hold of her right ankle.
Nym then felt something move under her feet and a tickling sensation began to build on her bare feet.
Nym cried out in laughter, “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Nym pushed down on the clay floor creating a slight imprint, to try to stop the tickling sensation, but this only increased it.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Nym then tried to pull her feet free on at a time she was able to pull her right foot free. The clay hand holding her right ankle was ripped of at it clay wrist. The hand leg go of her ankle and fell to the floor. In the imprint were he right foot once sat were many wiggling fingers.
NYM continued to laugh as the fingers, hand began to morph back into the clay and fill in the foot imprint. Nym didn’t have time to process this because the tickling sensation on her left foot seemed to increase.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WHAT THE FUCK! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! GET OFF MY FOOT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Nym pulled hard on her left foot and after two might pulls she was able to pull herself free. Nym fell backward and lander on her ass but thanks to the soft spongy clay it didn’t hurt. The clay morphed into itself as Nym tried to calm herself, but she knew staying still would be a mistake.
Nym tried to get up but felt clay hands grab her wrists and ankles. She pulled at her wrists but couldn’t pull herself free.
“GET OFF OF ME! LET ME GO!” yelled Nym as she struggled but for some reason, she couldn’t break free.
“Get off of me right other wise I will pound these clay hands so hard…” before Nym could finish her sentence the clay floor in front of her began to move and rise up. The grey clay rose six foot into the air and then began to take the shaper of a human figure.
Nym watched in horror as the clay figure took on a featureless male appearance. Well, se guessed it was male. It didn’t have breasts or a feminine body. The clay figure’s legs were still connected to the floor and as it moved the legs pulled the floor with it.
Watching this thing emerge filled Nym with dread. The clay figure tilted its head as more clay hands emerged from the floor around Nym and rose up, assuming positions around her. Nym gasped at the sight of the hands as their fingers began to slowly wriggle and move toward her almost naked body.
Unbeknownst to Nym a clay hand slowly emerged on either side of her exposed arm pits and without warning they struck with fingers that tickled her. Nym instantly exploded into a wild fit of laughter.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! NOT FAIR! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH…NO FAIR! HAHAHAHAHAHA…I WASN’T READY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
The clay creature watched Nym with empty clay eye sockets, as she laughed and thrashed around. The other hands surrounding Nym then joined in on the action. They began to tickle her stomach, ribs, sides, hips, knees, and feet. Nym’s laughter doubled as she thrashed around like a mad woman.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! LET ME GO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! THIS IS TORTURE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Nym thrashed and laughed uncontrollably. She rolled her hips and ached her back in an attempt to squash or deform the hands enough to stop the tickling but no such luck. That was until Nym was able to pull her right arm free from the clay hand that held her. She immediately brought her arm to her side and tried to squash the hand in her right arm pit. The plan worked as the hand was crushed between her arm and side. But the squashed hand continued to tickle her and with it now trapped it seemed to tickle more.
“FFFFFUUUUCKKK! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! GET OUT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!”
With more space to more Nym rolled onto he left side and was able to squash some of the hands. The hands at her feet and arm pits continued to tickle her and the hands that were on her right moved closer to her and began tickling her back. One hand even slid up insider her cotton underwear and began groping her ass cheek.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! LEAVE MY ASS ALONE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” said Nym through the laughter.
She then rolled back onto her back crushing the hands under her and then pulled hard on her left arm and managed to free it. She then pounded her hands on the clay hands at her side and feet until they were completely deformed and the tickling stopped. Nym was breathing heavy, and she pulled the trapped clay hand out from her right arm pit and tossed it away.
She then sprung to her feet with determination and ran toward the clay figure and punched it as hard as she could in the face. The clay face caved in upon impact and Nym pulled her fist back and punched again. This time the punch connected with the side of the clay face and caved it in. Nym pulled her fist back and felt proud of her work. She wanted this creature to know that she was not mucking around.
Seeing the creature’s face caved in was enough for Nym. She then took off running toward the orb on the pedestal. That orb had to be the key to this challenge; that’s what the plaque had suggested. Suddenly a clay hand extended out of the floor and grabbed her right wrist stopping her in her tracks. It then began pulling her backward as the clay figure began to more toward her. Its mangled face moving and correcting the dents from Nym’s fists.
This horrified Nym but at least she knew the thing was trying to prevent her from reaching the orb, which meant that the orb was definitely the key to this challenge. The clay hand continued to pull her backward, but Nym remained strong and strained to pull away. Another clay hand then shot out of the ground and stretched up toward Nym’s exposed right armpit and began tickling her. Nym exploded into laughed.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO FAIR! HAHAHAHAHAHA…NO FAIR! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Nym tried to move her left arm across to defend her right armpit from the tickling, but she was suddenly pulled backward toward. Nym landed on the clay floor and instantly more clay hands spring from the floor and began tickling her all over.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUCK YO…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FUCK Y… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Nym thrash and writhed in the mass of tickling clay hands that swarmed her ticklish skin.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GET OFF OF M…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
As Nym thrashed around in ticklish hysterics, the clay figure watched over her with it’s emotionless and featureless face, as it moved around her. Nym wiggled and rolled around as much as she could and managed to squash some of the hands that tickled her sides and ribs. In the chaos Nym’s large left breast was released for her leather bikini bra and one of the clay hands began to grope her, while another one tickled under her exposed breast.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THAT TICKL…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…THAT TICKLES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Nym continued to thrash and pull on the hands that held her down. She was able to destroy and deform some the more she thrashed around and pull on the hands holding her down broke apart allowing her to escape. Nym scrambled to her feet and began running toward the orb on the pedestal. As soon as she was two the three metres away more hands emerged and grabbed her feet and ankles, halting her progress.
“Oh, come on! This is cruel and unfair! Snapped Nym.
More hands shot from the clay floor and grab hold of her arms, wrists and legs. Nym was then pulled backward toward the clay figure and pinned to the ground. More clay hands then emerged and began tickling her again.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…UNFAIR! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH…UNFAIR! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Nym struggled and laughed uncontrollably as the clay hands tickled her relentlessly. But she knew that is she could escape one she could escape again. Despite the tickling she was enduring she was able to retrace her last escape attempt by pulling, squashing and wiggling enough to break enough of the hands to escape. As Nym laughed, she scrambled to her feet again but was quickly grabbed again by more clay hands that pulled her back even further before pinning her back onto the floor and tickling her again.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA….FUCK Y…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WILL BEAT YOU! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I WILL…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Nym continued to laugh uncontrollably and after a few minutes was able to repeat her previous escape attempts and broke free once again. This time she scrambled to her feet and ran as fast as she could. Her exposed left breast bouncing as she run, but she had no time to stop and fix it, touching the orb and ending this nightmare was her top priority at the current moment. This time she made it closer to the orb. She was almost a meter away when the clay hands returned and grabbed her again.
The clay hands held her wrist and ankles preventing her movement. Nym was right there. The orb was an arm’s length in front of her, but she was being held and unable to reach out to touch it. Nym was pulled backward a goo five metres and pinned to the floor again.
The clay figure looked down at her with its featureless face and it was at this moment that Nym realised, that this thing was toying with her.
No sooner had this thought entered Nym’s mind, clay hands attacked her again tickling her all over. Nym rolled and thrashed around as she laughed uncontrollably.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.MERCY! HAHAHAHAHAHA…MERCY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO MORE…HAHAHAHAHA…NO…. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH…MORE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Nym struggled again for a few minutes but was eventually able to escape like she had down three times now. Nym took off running and as she got close to the orb this time hands shot out of either side of her and extended into the air. Their long clay arm like structures and hands wrapped around her midsection and pulled her backward to the floor. Once on the floor Nym saw that the hands and arms around her mid-section had merged back into the floor leaving her with a tight coil of clay wrapped around her stomach.
This was a new development but then remembered that Mirus did tell her that the traps and challenges would learn and adapt. This must have been what he meant. This was certainly new. Hands then emerged grabbing her wrists before Nym could react. The hands pulled Nym's arms above her head and instantly another hand appeared on either side of Nym and began tickling her exposed armpits.
Nym howled with laughter “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
More hands appeared at her feet, grabbing her ankles and tickling her feet.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…NO…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…MORE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
In this new situation Nym was struggling to find a way to escape. She couldn’t use her previous strategy with the clay coil around her stomach pinning her to the floor. The clay figure moved over to Nym and looked down at her. Nym laughed and looked at the figure.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…NO FAIR! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…ILL..HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…ILL KICK YOUR ASS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…I SWEAR, ILL KICK YOU A…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Nym thrashed harder as clay hands began tickling her ribs and knees, and this allowed Nym’s right leg to pull free. Nym then brought her used her right foot to push on the hand holding her leg ankle. After a couple of kicks, she freed her leg and the twisted in the clay coil and pulled. This helped pull her arms free then she clawed at the clay coil and created an opening and escaped through. Nym scrambled to her free dashed toward the pedestal.
As Nym homed in on the orb the clay floor shot up in front of her creating a wall. Nym couldn’t stop in time and ran straight into it. The wall the rolled like a wave over Nym and engulfed her. Nym was cocooned in clay with only her head and feet visible and free. The cocoon then moved backward and stopped near the entrance to the room where the ghostly Martet stood. Nym lay in the cocoon that was inverted slightly with her head tilted toward the ground, but her feet slightly raised.
Martet looked down at Nym and said, “It seems you are having trouble with this one.”
Nym growled in frustration and replied, “Tell me something I don’t know.”
“Ok. Do you realise that the creature is playing with you?” she replied casually.
“Yeah, I gather that” replied Nym as the clay figure appeared at her exposed feet.
“You know there is no shame in saying I quit. Once that happens you torment will end, and you are free to leave” said Martet.
“I’m not…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Nym’s reply was cut short by the clay figure tickling her feet with its hands. Nym thrashed and struggled in the cocoon and the figure continued its ticklish torture. Nym began clawing and pushing at her clay cocoon and didn’t seem to be getting anywhere.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…YOU BITCH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…LEAVE MY FEET…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OH GOD…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOT MY FEET…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…NOT MY FEET! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”
The clay figures hands then separated going from two to four as two of the new hands pulled Nym’s toes taught so the other hands could tickle them more effectively. Nym went berserk and her trashing increased.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EVIL…THAT’S EVIL! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOT MY TOES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…ANYWHERE BUT MY TOES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Suddenly the clay figure stopped it’s ticklish assault on her feet and toes.
“hahahaha…wait! What are you doing?” asked Nym cautiously.
Instantly Nym felt something inside the cocoon shift and a tickling sensation appeared on her ribs.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU…HAHAHAHAHAHA…PRICK! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…I TAKE IT BACK…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!. I TAKE IT BA…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOT THE…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…NOT THE RIBS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Nym’s thrashed and writhed in the cocoon and the figure watched for a couple of minutes before pulling back Nym’s toes and tickling her feet again.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…PRICK! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WAIT TILL I’M…HAHAHAHAHAHA...FREE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…I’M GOING TO POUND YOUR…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…FACE IN! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MAKE IT STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Time went by and the tickling continued. Nym’s face was red and tears ran down her face. She struggled and struggled to free herself, but the tickling continued with no sign of stopping. After while the tickling suddenly stopped and the clay cocoon loosened, and Nym slid out of it and onto the floor.
Nym lay there breathing heavily and her feet tingling from the tickling. Her leather bikini top was now up near her collar bone, and both of her large perky breasts were exposed. She also felt her bikini bottoms were riding up her ass, but she had no time to worry about that now. She quickly scrambled to her feet and ran as fast as she could toward the orb. She was determined to make it this time. This time she was going to touch the orb.
Hands emerged out of the floor and attempted to grab Nym’s ankles, but she saw them and quickly adjusted to dodge them. Nym was closer to the orb now then she had even been and was only inches away from touching it when and clay tendril lashed out and wrapped around her waist and pulled the back slightly. Nym pulled hard against the tendril and inched closer to the orb again, but a clay hand emerged from the ground and tickled her under arm causing her to flinch.
She twisted and swatted the hand away as two more tendrils lashed out and wrapped around her wrists.
Nym looked over her shoulder to see that the three tendrils had come from the clay figures body.
“You fucking prick! Clearly your enjoying this way too much” said Nym as she looked at the figure.
Suddenly Nym was pulled backward and hit the clay figures chest. The clay figures body started to grow and expand doubling its size. Nym gasped as she was pulled into the growing figures body and quickly enveloped. Within seconds Nym was now trapped in the figures form with her head exposed just under its own head. Her from her knees to her feet were sticking out of the figures stomach, and her tits were also exposed.
It was if she was sitting on a chair inside the figure.
The figure then grew four extremely long arms and two shorter ones. The shorter ones grabbed her ankles holding her legs in place. The other two longer arms then tickle Nym’s knees and feet, and its two normal arms begin to tickle her tits and nipples.
Nym thrashed and wiggled frantically as she laughed uncontrollably.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP…HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…STOP…I…HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…I BEG OF YOU! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…PLEASE STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
Nym was unable to think clearly at this point. All she could think about was how bad the tickling was and how she was nothing more than a toy to this thing. It wasn’t that it was an excellent tickler. Far from it, that crown would go to the Hexagor that Nym encountered last night. That thing was the best and most sinister tickler she had ever encountered. But this clay figure was toying with her in a way that was more annoying, yet she couldn’t stop laughing from the tickling it gave her.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Nym was struggling to think straight and her strength was dwindling. She couldn’t give up even if she wanted too, the tickling and laughing prevented her from forming any words or sentences.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
The tickling continued for a few minutes then the clay figure stopped and slowly released Nym placing her gently on the ground. Nym was breathing heavy and very weak. She slowly wiped the tears from her eyes and gazed up at the figure who stared back at her. Nym lay there waiting for the next ticklish attack, but it never came.
Nym’s mind began to form thoughts again and Nym realised that this thing, was waiting for her to move. It was waiting for her to recover enough to try to reach the orb and then it would strike and tickle her again. This thing was designed not just to tickle women but to break them as well. This thing was truly evil…
Nym began to weigh up her options as to how to proceed. Giving up meant becoming Ornack’s ticklish Guinee Pig, but trying to reach the orb was seemingly impossible. Every time she tried the clay brute was able to stop her and tickle her. It was playing a ticklish game with her and Nym was not liking it.
The longer Nym lay there catching her breath and recovering from the tickling she had endured the more she realised that the creature was waiting on her to move. It stayed there motionless, watching her with is sunken clay eyeless face. Nym had to move soon if she wanted any chance of getting out of her, but the question still remained how.
Surely there was a way to get past this thing. Other women have done it in the past. So, Nym knew there must be a way. But how?
Evey time Nym tried to get close to the orb the clay thing stopped her and tickled her. And with the thing changing its tactics each time making it hard to predict what it would do next. But maybe that was the key. Running for the orb was too predictable and it used tactics that prevented Nym from touching the orb. If this thing was truly learning and changing, then maybe Nym could try changing her approach too.
Nym decided to put her plan into action. She got on all fours, her large free breasts felt heavy without the bikini’s support. But that was something to fix up after she got rid of this challenge. She began to slow crawl forward and the thing watched her without moving. Nym continued to crawl slowly toward the pedestal with the orb and the clay thing still did not react. Was this really working? Or was it just toying with her thought Nym. Suddenly a clay tendril shot out of the clay figures stomach and wrapped around Nym’s stomach.
Nym froze in panic. Her plan was not working, but maybe she could try to trick it. Nym started laughing, not because she was being tickled but because she wanted the thing to think she was being tickled.
“hahahahahahahahahaha…stop that it tickles too much! Oh, I beg of you please stop! I can’t take it any more…hahahahahahahaha! Oh, please stop, my poor stomach can’t take the tickling anymore! Hahahahahahahaha.”
The clay figure tilted its head and continued to watch. Nym tired to laugh more to try and convince the clay thing that it was tickling her. Although her performance seemed very fake at times, she was hoping that she could trick it enough to learn something or maybe even distract it enough for her to make a break for the orb.
After a few more seconds the tendril loosened and retracted back into the things clay form. Nym was shocked that her stupid idea worked. She began crawling forward again and suddenly the tendril shot out again and this time it grabbed her ankle. Nym put her acting skills to use once again, laughing and pleading for the thing to stop tickling her foot. The clay thing stood motionless for a moment and then released her ankle from its tendril grip.
This is too good to be true thought Nym. She crawled forward a few more feet and found herself within two metres of the pedestal. Nym smiled to herself at how weird and cleaver her plan was. Clearly as smart as the clay thing was, it was just as dumb as well. Suddenly Nym felt two clay tendrils wrap around her ankles and another two tendril wrapped around her wrists. Nym was then lifted up into the air and held there. She looked back at the clay thing with the four tendrils coming out of it. Before Nym could fake laugh again the tendrils pulled her back, and she hit the clay things body. The tendrils holding her wrists pulled them together and lifted them above her head and the tendrils on her legs pulled her feet into its clay legs.
Nym then suddenly realised that he clay thing ticked her. It let her act out her plan and when she got close enough to the orb it acted and shattered her false hope. The creature brough four clay hands into view and then they struck Nym’s arm pits and sides. Instantly Nym cried out in laughter and the clay thing tickled her.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU PRICK! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I HATE YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I HATE YOU…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH!!”
The tickling continued with no sign of stopping. Nym howled and thrashed around laughing. Her large breasts shaking and jiggling.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I…I CAN’T…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I CA…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Nym’s laughter escalated as new hands emerged from the clay creature and began tickling her shapely hips.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MERC…Y…. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
After a few minutes the clay thing stopped tickling Nym and placed her on the floor. Nym coughed and gasped for breath as she curled up in the foetal position. As Nym’s mind began to form coherent thoughts again, she began to wonder how she was ever going to get out of this. with her vison blurry Nym looked toward the ghostly figure of Martet. All she had to do was say the words “I quit” and this nightmare would end…but in doing so she would forfeit her life to Ornack and his tickle experiments.
A fire of desperation and determination began to burn in Nym. She was not one to give up so easily. There had to be a way to beat this thing.
She kept coming back to the idea that tricking it was the only way. Nym summoned all her strength and began crawling toward the pedestal again. The clay thing watched her. And as it reacted with it’s tendrils Nym stopped and let the clay tendril hold her. This time she didn’t react or fake laugh. She just simply stopped moving and waited until the tendril released her.
She then crawled forward again and then stopped on her own, but she then shifted her position to kneeing on one knee. She was preparing herself for the next stage of her plan. A plan that had to work.
She was going to wait for the tendrils hold and then release her. Once they did, she was going to run as fast as she could toward the orb and this time she was going to touch it.
Nym waited but no tendrils came. Instead, two clay hands emerged from the floor beneath her and grabbed her ankles. Nym waited and didn’t react but this time the clay hands did not move or let go. Fuck! Thought Nym. Does this clay freak know what I was planning to do?
The hands held her Ankle firmly. Nym could try to remove the clay hands but there would just result in more hands or tendrils coming to restrain her. Nym had to take a chance. She pushed herself up and tried to run as fast as she could. Her instant and powerful movements were able to break her free from the clay hands and she sprinted toward the pedestal.
Nym saw more clay hands and tendrils rise up out of the clay floor, but she was able to dodge them this time. As Nym neared the pedestal she reached out to touch the orb, but a clay hand shot op and tickled her under arm. Nym instintivly pulled her arm back to protect her exposed arm pit and then a clay tendril wrapped around her waist and began to lift her up into the air while pulling her backward at the same time.
“NO WAY!!!” Nym thought but she swung her legs, and her foot touched the orb. The orb let out a red pulse of energy and the clay started to melt back into the floor. Nym was dropped onto the ground and the clay creature merged back into the floor. In the distance the stone blocking the doorway to the third floor moved revealing a descending stair well.
“Well done. For a moment there it was thinking that you were going to give up” said Martet coldly as her ghostly figure approached Nym.
Nym struggled to her feet, “I was thinking the same thing” she replied.
“You do realise that trying to trick the clay monster was never going to work” replied Martet.
Nym nodded, “Yeah, I worked that one out. Thanks”
Martet gazed down to Nym’s exposed breasts. Nym quickly realized and started pulling her leather bikini top down and tucked her large breasts into it again.
“So out of curiosity. The other women who made it past this room. How did they do it?” asked Nym.
“Most of them just ran for it and avoided the Clay monster as best they could, but most gave up really quickly. This particular level was designed to break the spirit of anyone who wished to try the temples challenges.”
Nym nodded as she finished adjusting the bikini top. She then began to fish her cotton underwear out of her ass cheeks as Martet said, “Now that you have completed this level, I must ask you if you wish to continue or give up. Because, Once you reach the third floor there is no giving up. You are trapped in here until you reach the end. Or die laughing.”
Nym finished pulling her underwear out of her ass. Now that she was faced with heading to the third floor, she now felt the full gravity of the situation. But backing out was not something she wanted to do. If she did, she would be Ornack’s plaything and she didn’t want that. She had to continue. Nym sighed and said, “Lets go to the third floor.” Martet nodded and lead the way.
THE THIRD FLOOR
Martet lead Nym down the descending stairs and at the bottom they entered a short hallway with a bright light at the end. Upon entering the hallway Nym flet different. It was as if the she the air felt heavier and then the feeling slowly faded. Exiting the hallway Nym found herself standing in a thick jungle area with the sun high above. This confused Nym. How could a temple have a vast jungle in it?
As if reading her mind Martet looked at her and said, “Welcome to the third floor. This room exists in a pocket dimension linked to the temple. We crossed into the pocket dimension on our way here.”
That explains things thought Nym as Martet continued, “This jungle is part of an island that exists in a pocket dimension. There are no walls and no roof. Just vast wilderness, surrounded by water and filled hidden dangers.”
Hidden dangers? Nym did not like the sound of that.
Just like the second floor mud room there was a stone alter which Martet directed Nym to.
Nym approached the alter and found that it had a plaque on it that said, “The jungle room. Here on this island paradise is a key. The question is where will it be? The key will open the only door. A door that leads to the fourth floor. But this place holds nothing you knew. Be warned everything will try to tickle you.”
Nym read the plaque and looked back at Martet, only to find the doorway that brought them here was gone. It was as if it was never there in the first place. Martet was right there is truly no going back now.
“I take it you know what to do” said Martet.
“Nym nodded I think so. I have to find the key that opens the door to the next floor. But where is the key and doorway?” asked Nym.
“I wish you luck” replied Martet.
“Don’t ignore me. Where is the key and door?” asked Nym again.
“I’m not ignoring you. I am wishing you luck” replied Martet again.
“So, the key and door are somewhere on this island, and I have to look for it until I find it. Is that what you’re telling me?”
The ghostly figure of Martet did not respond. Nym let out a deep sign and then looked around her. She was in a small clearing with jungle all around her. Nym picked a direction and headed off into the foliage.
After walking the forest for some time, she ended up finding a running stream. She stopped to have a drink. This was one of the rare instances where she hadn’t encountered something that didn’t tickle her. After having a drink, she stood up and walk back into the grass and trees. “Where could this stupid key be” Nym asked herself.
She stepped into a clearing where there was tall grass up to her waist. Nym stopped and looked around. It reminded her of that scene in the Lost world Jurassic park where the raptors waited in the long grass to ambush the group of people as they ran blindly into the grass.
Looking back on it, she was lucky that she had watched that movie now, as her current location matched that exact situation. Now she was worried that something could be hiding in the tall grass. Waiting to pounce and tickle her.
Nym listened cautiously to the noises around her but there was none. Her father use to tell her that no noise was a warning sign, and this make the tiny hairs on the back of Nym’s neck stand up. The grass was motionless, and the silence was starting to become deafening. Nym slowly and cautiously stepped back into the tree line and stopped. She listened again but still no sound could be heard. Nym began to relax feeling that she felt safer out of the long grass.
A moment later Nym felt something tickling the top of her right toes. Nym let out a slight giggle and looked down to see a single caterpillar crawling across her toes. Any other time Nym wouldn’t care about a silly little caterpillar but this one was one that made her skin crawl. This was a crawling tickler a creature with tiny hairs that help it attach too and tickle it’s unsuspecting victims. Nym watched helplessly as the 10cm long blue caterpillar wiggled along her toes. Nym was grateful that it was on the top of her foot and nowhere else.
The first time when Nym encountered the crawlers need were all over her, they tickled her into near madness. One even tickled her shaven woman hood, which Nym filled away as an interesting experience.
More giggles escaped Nym’s mouth as the crawler began trying to wiggle between her toes. Unable to move between Nym’s toes the crawler then began to wiggle and travel along the inside of Nym’s foot. Nym pounded her foot on the ground trying to dislodge the cruel creature, but it was stuck to her. Nym was laughing more now as the crawler went into the arch of her foot. Nym let out a squeal of laughter and looked around desperately for a way to remove the crawler. Nym scrapped her foot against a nearby tree, hoping beyond hope that the crawler would get squashed or go onto the tree and leave her alone.
The crawler proved harder to squash then Nym first thought as it survived each strike and scrap her foot made on the tree. Suddenly her foot became stuck. It seemed as if the crawler’s tiny hairs not only attached themselves to her foot but also to the bark of the tree. Nym pulled as hard as she could, but the crawler was like glue. Its tiny hairs were like some kind of super adhesive that kept her foot stuck to the tree, while she laughed and pulled in vain.
Nym pulled as hard as she could through the laughter.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH…LET GO! HAHAHAHAHA…LET GO OF ME!”
Nym pulled again and felt as if something had grabbed her around the waist, suddenly her foot detached from the crawler and she went tumbling backward. She landed on the ground and somehow landed at the edge of the tall grass.
Nym slowly got up and checked herself over. No makes, blemishes, cuts or scrapes which was good, but how she ended up near the tall grass was beyond her. He former and current position made no sense. As Nym tired to work out the mechanics of how she ended up here, she looked around her waist and didn’t see anything. The feeling of something holding her was gone but Nym began to worry as to what was going on. Before Nym could react, something wrapped around her waist and pulled her backward and down into the long grass.
Nym was no longer visible. The tall grass looked calm and undisturbed, however Nym’s laugher and pleas for help, erupted like a volcano for somewhere in the tall grass, as she was being tickled.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! HELP MEEEE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…NO NOT THERE! NOT THERE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HELP PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHA! SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I CAN’T…NO NOT MY FEET!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
To be continued
