Lake Superior
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The sound of the door opening heralded his torturer returning.
"I hope you slept well! That cream's probably got those feetsies all nice and ready for Giggle-Boy!"
The count of house Reglay struggled in his bonds anew. Yesterday during his treatment it hadn't worked nor the day before but the noble mage refused to give in to despair. Somewhere in this castle were his son and daughter. That he'd been told about this at all was a cruel tactic on the tactician Loki's part. Giggle-Boy adjusted the cotton balls between the man's toes that kept them immobilized while the mage remembered the events of the last few days. He'd been brought here as part of an experiment on the behalf of Muspel in the act of summoning Heroes. He sat there in his ruined suit from the festival. The material ripped and stained as it was the handsome mage still cut a dashing figure. When he was pulled here it was fresh from the celebration of his own wedding to his darling fiancee Louise. What had happened to her he wasn't sure because at being shown the wiggling trapped feet of his daughter in Surtr's trophy room he'd begun the casting of spells at all those he deemed responsible.
Loki and the guards had been successfully held back by his magicks but that had been brought to an abrupt end by none other than Surtr himself. Pent had cast spell after spell at the King to no avail. He'd cast aside his ax Sinmara laughing as the mage had backed into a corner in fear. With nowhere to go Pent had no idea what to do when the king had yanked his tome from his hand. When the noble had driven his forehead into the King's nose though he'd seen nothing but red and as he heard Giggle-Boy squeeze more of the strange cream he'd been applying over the last few days into his hand he tried to remember that rage. The humiliation he'd felt when had lifted him up and thrown him over his shoulder. How helpless he'd felt as Surtr had removed the shoes from his still kicking feet and taken away his socks as well.
In front of an entire court as well as the heroes trapped in the wall including his own daughter Surtr had slipped his tongue out and dragged it up Pent's size 11 sole from heel to toes while wilting the skin with his hot breath. Pent had banged his fists as hard as he could on the broad shoulders of the Ruler of Flames but as soon as that tongue had touched his pies he went to jelly on the man's shoulder.
"Where has all that rebellion gone worm? A moment ago you were ready to fight to the death and now you're mewling on my shoulder as I play the same games with you that I did with my daughters when they were young."
"Fiend! You would speak to me of children?! I WILL SCORCH YOUR BONES BLACK WITH LIGHTNING!" Was what Pent wanted to retort with. However when Surtr popped the man's index toe into his mouth and began chewing upon it gently what came from the mages open mouth was-
"UuuunNNGGHAA!!"
He covered his face with his hands as all those assembled in Surtr's trophy room had laughed at his impression of a hog in heat while a man played with his feet. Surtr had lifted him high and marched him around the room and made sure that each of his vassals, guards, and minions had gotten a good look at how the man was stuffing his own fist into his mouth to try and remain quiet.
He'd shown him the various pairs of feet that jutted from the walls and the surrounding tools and instructions to drive each particular slave wild. These feet on the walls were created by one of his monsters called Hariti. Anything done to these delicious simulacrums would be felt along the real versions in real-time! In addition, anything written upon these canvases would be carried out faithfully by their owner whether they liked it or not. Surtr told him all this because he had liked the tall nobles spunk and had decided to make him the caretaker of this particular slice of his castle. Once he'd been sufficiently broken in of course. Surtr. He'd whispered something to Loki who'd chuckled and nodded before walking forward to cast some sort of spell that made him lose consciousness. That had been three days ago and ever since he'd sat down here with his bound to his waist by a tight iron band must have been enchanted to restrict further when he tried to struggle. Every day a slave by the name of "Giggle-Boy would come and feed him then tend to his feet.
Gods his feet, Pent was an educated man and considered a scholar by more than a few but whatever this young man was doing to them had him baffled. In addition to the cotton balls between his toes and the creams rubbed into the skin, his nails had been filed and painted to further his humiliation along. His captor mumbled to himself as he tended to Pent's feet and massaged the creams in again.
"Can't believe this lucky dastard gets to be in charge of King Surtr's trophies. Mistress Loki won't let me back in there ever since I made Morgan lick his own feet. I wanna play in there so bad but instead, I'm in charge of prettying up this silly looking prat."
Pent struggled in his bonds as Giggle-Boy slid a finger beneath his immobilized toes and pouted.
"Wish I had big pretty feet like these. Mine are so little..."
Pent pulled at the stocks but couldn't get away from the jealous little gremlins poking fingers no matter how hard he tried.
"Mistress Loki says they're cute but I feel like she's humoring me..."
The whiny tickle fanatic idly scratched at the ball of Pent's left foot to punish his feet for being bigger.
"Mother said that small feet run in the family so I guess it's her and father's fault...what did they look like? I can't remember for some reason."
The former Klein reached for the nail polish and after checking that the man who had the same glittering blue eyes as him hadn't managed to ruin the pretty color of the last coat, set out to try and remember what his father looked like. When Klein had been young his father had encouraged the boy's pursuits in art and as a Hero, he'd still sketched and painted occasionally.
He took the nail polish and used it as a paintbrush on the nearest available canvas.
"Let's see I think father had long hair like me."
"MMGGHH!!"
"Did he wear it in the same style? I think he did but that his wasn't quite as long. Or was it longer, let me see. Yes, that hair looks right."
"MMMPPHHMM!!"
"Baby! I'm just scribbling no need to be dramatic. Now I think he had a harsher nose than mine but not an outright beak. His eyes were the same color but I've only got one color here so I'll just write it. B-L-U-E There we go!"
"HHMMPPHGHM!"
"Wah, wah, wah. You get the nicest job in the castle but my poor feeties! They just can't take some scribbles! Are you really a hero? Or did Surtr just kidnap some fop to torment me with jealousy? Let's see my father's hair was a different color than mine too and he was taller too. Let's see what we have here."
Giggle-Boy sat back and examined the sketch he'd drawn on his father's trapped feet. He poked at a few spots and frowned when that made Pent jump in his bonds.
"Do suck it up. I know their sensitive NOW due to the pedicure but just wait. Mistress says that when we begin the enchantments that they're going to be so soft you won't be able to walk on them! OOPS Did I spoil the surprise?"
Pent pulled at his chains and whined into his gag at the prospect but Giggle-Boy just cackled and wiggled his fingers all over the trapped feet to highlight how helpless the man was before him. It's almost time to use the fishies so we can just wash these pretty things then.
"MMHHMPP!"
"You know Giggle-Boy I don't appreciate naughty children who spoil others surprises. Had Pent been able to see, he might've warned Giggle-Boy about the Trickster, Loki appearing behind him or he may not have as he believed the little troll probably deserved some punishment. Still, the short young man was suddenly enveloped in a hug from behind by the much larger woman. He struggled under his mistress's weight for a second before being forced down face first into Pent's stocked feet. The youth's lips brushing against his sole was the only clue Pent had as to anything going wrong but still, the feeling was enough as to make the scholar start rattling his stocks and start pulling at his tied hands.
Loki pinched his big toe and ran a finger up his arch while shushing him like a child.
"There, there precious. Did the naughty servant frighten you?"
Pent's wiggling did not subside though due in no small part to how Giggle-Boy's head was stuck between his stocked feet and how the incidental contact from his ears and hair were now a major problem due to how sensitive the man's peds had become due to the spells and treatment. Loki's fingers chased him around to tease his ears and nose and Pent couldn't tell if she was purposefully dragging her nails along his big soft feet or if he was just collateral damage but either way Loki had the father and son laughing equally under her care as she scolded the latter.
"I just can't believe you Giggle-Boy! To be so naughty as to come down here and spoil the surprise to King Surtr's new pet project. What to do with you now? Oh, I don't know if I could ever trust you again!"
"Mihihstreesss!! I'M SAHAHARRY!!"
"Don't apologize to me, you naughty giggle-boy you! Apologize to the prisoner!"
"MMHMM!!"
"He was to have these nice feet of his made special and then take care of Surtr's trophies in a custom outfit we got all the way from Hoshido! King Surtr will be ever so mad when I tell him. He might make you dance in the pit for a good while."
"MIHIHISTRESS PLEEASE! AHAHAHA NOOHOHO! NAHAHT THERE!"
Loki had caught Klein's ear between her fingers and held it so that the nail on her index finger was able to tease inside the cup with but a twist. It rotated so slowly as Klein pounded on the stocks and his whipping hair feathered and fluffed Pent's feet. Loki adopted a look of exaggerated concentration before smiling at an idea she'd clearly come up with a while ago. She reached for Thokk and brought it down to Giggle-Boy's face.
"How about this then?"
Hot air rushed by Pent's face and his nostrils were assailed by the smell of the smoke. He coughed into his gag but stopped at a strange sound. It sounded like his stocks whenever he tried to get free of them but he was still. Was there a new set down here? It was rattling as if whoever had been put in there wanted out just as much as him.
"Well, there you go! Oh, don't you look cute there next to your papa!"
"MMMPPHHM!"
Wait his papa? Was this his captured son? What had happened to the-
"Such a cute Giggle-Boy you are! I'll just have to get another one of those cute outfits for you! Oh, won't you and your father look cute in matching kimonos taking care of Surtr's trophies!"
This was his son who had been tickling him-
Pent's thought were quieted down as he was overcome with the sensation of Loki's long red nails dancing over his oiled and softened soles. The tickling was so bad he could scream! What was in those creams she'd had rubbed over him! He wheezed into his gag as Loki gave him a little break by focusing more of her attention upon her other hand which played along the smaller soles of Klein. She traced a single finger along the so heavenly smooth arch of Pent though as she enjoyed the gagged symphony that the father and son provided for her.
"Oh, but we'll have to keep you down here while we get you caught up to his level. Oh, but won't it be worth it?"
"MmmmHHHMGGH!" Went the Giggle-Boy as he thrashed in the stocks trying to clench his toes as Loki pried them apart.
"Your charming fathers already a dream to play along these wonderful feet! I may lose my favorite toy but I'm sure your papa won't mind sharing my bed while we wait won't he? Just say if you do darling."
"MMMHMM!!"
"I didn't think so before then though let's participate in a little family bonding. Some more spa treatment? We prepared such a wonderful next step for papa but you'll probably have a blast with it too! Bring them in now!"
A pair of guards opened the door and carried in a large trough between them. They strained under its weight and occasionally water sloughed over the side but eventually, they placed it down before Loki and her two charges.
"Oooh, you'll love these. Wonderful little things. Take a look!"
Pent's eyes blinked at the return of light from Loki removing his blindfold and finally took a good look at both his captor and missing son. It warmed his heart to see that the boy had his mother's eyes, hair, and smile even if the last one wasn't voluntary at the moment. He looked to see that his son's feet had been released from the trough and submerged into the water trough where something was causing a bubbly froth around his ankles. Pent saw flashes of purple the same color as the horrid woman's hair slipping through the water under his own trapped feet. Loki plucked the cotton balls out from between his toes as he watched his son thrash in his seat from whatever was happening in that water.
"They're really quite the wonderful little creatures, another of our finds from Hoshido. They would use them to clean their feet as part of a spa treatment. They don't have teeth so they would just suck the skin to get pull off any dead skin."
Loki plucked the last cotton ball from between Pent's fourth and baby toes before stroking the back of her hand down his creamy sole as she unlocked the stocks with her other hand. Pent's ankles were still bound together with a cord so it was easy for Loki to force his feet down into the water. She held them there as the fish stirred and in seconds there was a feeding frenzy going on. Pent's eyes squeezed shut as he imagined the hundred tiny mouths sucking upon every single free piece of skin on his feet. He shook his head side to side frantically until Loki drew it between her and rubbed his shoulder as he wheezed into his gag.
"There, there my handsome beau. It's to make you prettier you know! Oh, these pretty pads of yours will just be heavenly! To think I'll have such a handsome pair of men on my arms soon. Allow me to join you!"
The strategist reached down and slipped her large feet from her strappy heels. She raised up her size 13 and wiggled her toes before slipping her feet into the water between Pent and Klein. Placing an arm around the father as the water started to churn around her gunboats she turned away to hide the giggles that twisted her smile. She pulled the groaning Klein to her chest and laughed into the gagged boys' hair. Pent twisted in his bonds as she squeezed his shoulder hard enough that it felt like she would break it. Finally, she pulled her feet from the trough and struggled to regain her breath.
"My goodness does that tickle! I like to think of myself somewhat of a strong woman but I couldn't take that. Oh, it must be much worse on those poor tired peds that we've pampered so much."
To Pent's shock, he felt the pressure on his feet release and he was able to pull them from the trough. He panted red-faced and sweaty as Loki undid the bindings over his thighs that kept him bound to his seat. His attempts to roll over were easily stopped as he was weak from the torment. When Loki hoisted him up bridal style he couldn't his surprise which earned him a wink from the strategist.
"Oh, we're all getting stronger due to the rituals King Surtr's performing with your friends laugh. Pure energy like that can even help a delicate thing like me grow stronger!"
Loki snuck a hand across Pent's ruined festival clothes to move aside his waistcoat and fiddle with his belt. Pent could only squeeze his eyes shut as she took ahold of his erect member and pulled it free of his clothes to stare at it standing freely before her.
"Ooh now that is a pretty thing, isn't it? Let's pay it some attention in my chambers, shall we? Junior can spend the night here, to catch up on his studies."
Pent snuck a glance at the apparent son of his and his heartstrings twanged with a chord of pity at the tears streaming down the blonde's red cheeks from under his blindfold. Giggle-Boy was slumped back in his bonds at this point having accepted there was nothing he could do about the frothy assault happening to his small feet from a million tiny mouths now that neither his or Loki's pies were there to distract them. He winced at the memory of the worst of the little devils who had gotten between his toes despite his efforts.
He continued to remember this specific memory as Loki carried him from the dungeons up into the castle towards her chambers. He saw the fate of some of the other heroes along the way who'd been captured. A green-haired young man writhed and squirmed upon the ground like he was trying to put out an invisible fire. Upon seeing Loki he reached out a pleading hand to the strategist that was enclosed in a ridiculous padded glove. Loki shook her head and the youth who whined pitifully and rubbed the gloves over his body.
"Not now Sothe. You know you're not scheduled for anymore scritches today. Tomorrow I'll give you attention."
"Mistresslokipleaseititchesososososobad! Pleasepleasescratchespleasescratches! Ititchessobadsobad!"
"There, there. Poor baby. I'll give you a lot of attention tomorrow don't worry. I'll pay plenty of attention to that tasty tum of yours."
"Pleasepleasepleaseitchessobadtummyfeetarmpitsneckearsallsoitchyitchyitchypleaseplease!!! GAUUUHH!!"
Loki stepped over Sothe who's writhing had turned to jitters as the man tried to simply stare ahead and not think of the magical charm that made his olive skin feel as if it was cocooned in wool.
She looked at the fearful Pent and knelt forward to nuzzle the terrified mages nose.
"Don't worry you won't get anything as severe as that I promise. A figure like yours is to be savored and positioned properly to show our lord Surtr's magnanimousness and influence."
Out of the corner of his eye, Pent saw a pair of men kneeling and tending to each other. The redheaded one seemed to be trying to help the slender blonde one to his feet but was shoved upon his back by the one he tried to help and mounted from behind. The blonde's fingers shot into the more muscular one's armpits and Pent felt that his howls would have been deafening were it not for the bright red gag he wore between his lips that matched the one in blondes mouth. A bored girl with caramel skin and pink twin-tails watched the blonde further de,stroy the more muscular redhead from a comfy chair as she kept a sword between her legs.
"Princess Laevateinn do be abit gentler with those two. Your father is expecting them tonight for a private show and to check Raven's programming."
"The young swordsman nodded coldly but as soon as Loki's head was turned signaled for Lucius's to flip his victim over. When Pent and Loki turned the corner Raven's abs were being menaced by wiggly fingers that drew closer by the moment, Pent could almost hear the screams through the man's gag.
Finally, they came upon what looked to be Lady Loki's quarters. Pent was placed gently upon the floor as the evil woman got the door and saw his chance. He'd conserved his strength until now in hopes for a moment like this. He tried to get to his feet but the very second his bare sole touched the cold stone it was as if tickly lightning shot up his leg.
"BAHAHAWHAHAHT IS THIHIS?"
He fell back upon his rear slapping at his leg like the ticklish sensations were a fire that he could extinguish. Loki snickered at him as she bent over to pick the tall man up once more.
"You silly boy did you think your spa days were just a reward for having such gorgeous eyes? Your pretty pies there have been pushed beyond their limits of sensitivity at Surtr's command. You see you were an experiment of mine my delightful new arm-candy. To see just how sensitive we could get a hero. Originally we were going to see if we could transmit it through a spell to others to make them worthless in battle. That fell through though so now we just have you and soon to be Giggle-Boy as delightful little flower boys."
Loki picked him up once more and still giggling he couldn't offer much of a resistance as she brought him into her quarters. Pent gasped at the sight of the fluffy carpet inside the room and couldn't stop his mind from-
"Wondering what it would feel like handsome? Be good and you won't have to find out, Now let's get more comfortable hubby."
She dumped Pent upon her giant bed and even the slightest brush against the sheet when he bounced made Lord Pent of Reglay squeal like an alley cat in heat. He clapped his hands over his mouth in embarrassment that only worsened at the snickers from Loki. She lay beside him and pulled his hands down.
"No more of that. I like your laugh and I want to hear it. Unless you'd prefer..."
Pent followed her eyes down to his size 11's which twitched in fear at the attention.
"N-NO! WHATEVER YOU WANT! PLEASE!"
"Oh see was that so hard? Hands above your head now."
"Please, may we try to talk about this? My wife is-"
"Mmm no. That is not what I asked."
"NO PLEASE!"
Loki crawled down and seized Pent's ankle, taking it into her lap. Pent tried to pull her off but thought better when she shot him a glare over her shoulder. Instead, he fell back into the bed and grimaced as he waited for what was to come. Loki was lenient simply bringing her mouth to the foot and caressing its toes with her hot breath. Even just the hot air was enough to make the man sputter and cover his face with the pillow to hide his laughter. Loki released the foot and rounded about to lay atop his chest. She ran her nails about the frayed and dirty material of Pent's ruined suit while she waited for him to get his breath back while she admired what hers could do.
"Sooo now have we learned what disobedience gets us? Hands up."
Pent placed his hands on the headboard and Loki smiled as she placed her head on his chest.
"Perfect. Now keep your breath soft as I wish to rest. Don't you dare take those hands down either. I like you here and you're not to move until I say."
Loki put her head to Pent's chest and traced a finger up his side and into his armpit where a delightfully well-placed tear in the fabric allowed her full access straight into the silvery forest of his fuzzy armpit.
"EEHEEHEE! DON'T!" he squealed as he tried to pull his arm down on reflex. A strong hand gripped his elbow and forced it back up though as Loki glared at him once again.
"I said don't move. Do we need to repeat the lesson on what will happen if you are a bad boy?"
Pent swallowed and shook his head.
"I-I-I do so apologize. Permit me a rest though Lady Loki or at the least a change of clothes. T-t-to share a bed with a beauty like you in su-su-such a state simply wi-wi-w-will-"
"Oh, a gentleman even here! My you are a catch. I could just have you stuffed and mounted!"
"Ah-h-ha yes I've seen King S-Surtr's tro-trophies. The-they do make for a si-sight." He stammered nervously as he slowly tried once again to lower his arms.
A hard pinch to his nipple though forced Pent's hands back up as Loki shook her head.
"Oh but you do have a silver tongue, don't you. Quickwitted as well to think you could butter me up. No those will stay there and this-" she said fingering the fabric of Pent's ruined festival clothes."I will stay right here for now. We have a wonderful outfit planned for you but allow me to savor you in this for but awhile longer. Even in this state does your natural sparkle shine through and allow me to imagine the dashing figure that was first brought here before King Surtr taught you your place so rudely. Still, I suppose if you won't behave it shows that it didn't exactly stick."
With a snap of her fingers, Loki settled back in next to Pent and grinned as a rustling grew from the bottom of the bed. From the darkness stepped forward a young woman in fuzzy robes.
"Meet my favorite of the wonderful new recruits King Surtr has brought to serve Muspel. Pent this is Queen Alitt of the gremlins."
The woman nodded her head and Pent saw that what he had thought was a fuzzy robe was actually a long twitching mass. It unfurled itself from being coiled around the woman and Pent realized that it was a tail as it curled itself around his ankles and constricted them as if it was made of iron. He pulled at it but could no longer get his feet back under his own control. His struggles ended when the queen's hands pinched his big toes and bent them back. Just that alone was enough to freeze him with boyish giggles. With his hands still pressed to the headboard Pent could do little more than shake at the sensations ravaging him from just that touch.
"LA-LADIHIHES PLEASE! I DO AP-APOLOHOGIZE FOR MY R-RUDENESS!"
"Such a smooth talker. Lighten up a tad down there."
Obediently the pressure on Pent's toes was lessened. They weren't released though as instead the strange tailed woman kept them still as another pair of hands slid up upon the bed and was then followed by another two pairs of hands which began to caress Pent's calves and legs. They didn't tickle but instead kneaded the tired muscles and traced up his long legs towards his buttocks.
Pent's grimace at the unwanted touch faltered as he let out an involuntary moan from the attention.
"Nn-nnnuuuhh"
"Ooooh is somebody enjoying this now? You naughty boy getting pampered like this and not giving a thought to your darling wife...what was her name again?"
The queen of the gremlins hands moved, a pair each taking one of Pent's feet. The thumbs pressed into the soles while more fingers pulled and straightened his toes. Gently caressing them and stroking the little stems. The count's eyes were screwed shut but it took him only a second to bring the thought of his wife's warm smile to the front of his mind.
"L-l-Louise! My wi-wife's name is L-Louise!"
"Oh so touching. Devotion even in the face of degradation."
"I wi-wi-auuhuHUUUH!"
The queen cracked the bones of Pent's feet but still took care of the sensitive appendages.
"Oh save your breath. I'm not planning to steal you away or anything. No, I find your whole family adorable and can't wait to reunite you here with them! It's just that spunky wife of yours giving us trouble but we'll catch her eventually. Soon Giggle-Boy will join us up here and then we'll see to getting another of those kimono's for your little girl."
"Yo-you'll never catch m-my Louise I dare say. Oh-OHHH!! SH-She dodged many a suitor be-before she bag-bagged me...UUUNNPLEEHEEASE BE CAREFUHUHL! BAHAHAHAHA!"
Alitt grinned and mimed an expression of shock at the sneaky finger that had drawn itself along the undersides of Pent's toes. It stroked his foot as if calming a frightened animal while Loki cuddled in closer.
"Do forgive her. I can't say I wouldn't sneak a few tickles myself. You're just too tasty not too. She is a skilled masseuse though, isn't she? I think I'll partake as well."
Loki clapped and settled down under Pent's arm as she placed her big feet next to his. Alit nodded and another four hands moved to tend to Loki's 13's in much the same way as Pent's own. She snuggled into his side and buried her face to hide the expressions she was making. Pent would have smiled himself if this wasn't the woman who had kidnapped him and a few of his children and was gushing about collecting them all. When she looked up at him expectantly he turned away and could feel her pout on the back of his neck. Unfortunately, that was not taken well by her subordinate as he felt that long-tail start to shiver and slither. From around his ankles, it moved forward showing off a length that Pent couldn't fathom to entwine itself between his toes as Alitt worked upon them. He exploded into laughter at the touch and pulled his arms down to try and pull himself free. Loki quick as a viper though had his arms pinned to his sides with a bear hug and a big wet kiss to his red cheek.
"Naughty, naughty! Nobody told you to do that, but I will forgive you. Eventually for now though let's do a little bit of carrot and stick. Alitt? The stick please."
The tail between Pent's began to vibrate as it wound it's back through the man's toes causing him to shake with laughter.
"Very good. Don't let up on the massage though. Really lean into iHIHIT! Oh, you naughty girl!"
The gremlin queen inclined her head in apology and made a hissing sound. Loki smiled and planted another kiss upon the red-faced father of four, forgiving the monster immediately.
"Don't forget the carrot dear. I'll have to pay that sultry bard of yours a visit to show you how to properly do this."
The gremlins hands resumed their massage on Pent's hyper-sensitive feet which in addition to the tail between his toes which was now extending towards Loki's wiggly digits, overloaded Pent's mind with sensations that he loved and despised. He was having trouble thinking through them and barely registered another big kiss from Loki.
"Oh, the poor thing can't stand it. Doesn't know whether to beg for more or mercy. Alitt? A little more stick."
The hands massaging his entangled toes withdrew and returned with jet-black pegasus feathers courtesy of Princess Eir. They dragged the fluffy plumes along the tops of Pent's toes and his laughter climbed to a new decibel in response earning him another kiss from the Trickster.
"Are you enjoying this dear? Do you hate it? Want it to stop? Never end? Just give me a clear answer and I'll do whatever you say, family man."
Loki's taunts weren't registered at all by the frantic noble whose mind felt like it was getting feathered at this point. His entire body was red hot beneath his suit which showed more than a few new sweat-stains as proof. It was all bubbling up inside and his frantic laughter wasn't enough to let it out. Regardless of his best efforts, he was being held still by the arms of the magically powered Loki who planted another wet one on him so hard that he saw stars through the image of the festival that cut through his mind.
"Perhaps a little more carro-"
"HAHAHAH-UUHNNH!! AHAHAUGAHA!"
In Pent's mind, the image of the champagne bottle from the wedding festival was clear. The cork popped and the head fizzing as the excess intermingled with the streamers tied around the neck as he reached for it to pour a glass for his lovely wife to the cheers of their wonderful family in celebration. That wonderful festival was what Pent had been taken from before arriving here in Castle Muspel and that is what he recalled as he lost consciousness here on Loki's bed. Loki, however, was no romantic and instead saw Pent's messy cock streaming down ropes of semen to further ruin his once pristine suit. She released her grip on the man and smiled at how despite that it still stood at full attention.
"I wonder if..." She mumbled reaching towards it. At her very touch, the unconscious man shivered as another involuntary reaction overcame and streamed down onto his chest.
"My you are a catch."
She waved to allow Alitt to begin cleaning him up with her free hands but still expected the massage to continue.
"Eat up dear but do be quick we have to get him ready for bed. Oh, I just can't wait."
When Pent's eyes fluttered open there was darkness all around him and the feeling of suspension. His hands and feet were bound again but this time behind him almost as is if he was hogtied. He pulled at the bonds to no avail but felt something warm upon the soles of his feet that stirred ever so slightly. He blinked and tried to take stock of the situation while he got his bearings. No blindfold was good since it seemed wherever he was, simply was dark. However, this feeling of vulnerability and the shiver the breeze gave him led him to believe that he was now in the buff. His new bonds had no give but at least were comfortable despite whatever the warm feeling on his soles was. In addition, his face which normally would be driven into the ground by this position instead rested upon a quite soft pillow which was nice. He wasn't being tickled at the moment besides that hot air that occasionally made him snicker into his pillow.
"Perhaps I should try to rest? I cannot escape on my own so why not attempt to conserve strength..." He mused to himself.
A smart idea to be sure and a sentiment echoed by Loki above who rested her cheek upon his soles that protruded into her bed and dreamed of her wonderful new family, as well as Alitt who slept but a few inches away from Pent in this servants compartment. Gorged and content with a belly full of delicious semen extracted from the unconscious Pent, she simply rolled over in her sleep at the sound of his voice. The sound of this though made Pent realize that he wasn't alone in this compartment. The long tail of the queen of the gremlins curled along his shoulder and made him realize who slept down here with him.
He did his best to remain silent so as not to wake whatever his torturer was. Perhaps if he remained quiet he'd be able to lessen his torment until his darling wife Loki saved him from this horrid situation. Pent's eyes widened as he realized his mental slip but started to tear up as above Loki turned in her sleep and her hair teased along his sensitive soles and caused him to snicker involuntarily. He bit his tongue as he heard the creature next to him stir in it's sleep at the noise. Alitt stirred and one of her many hands scratched at his nose as Pent held his breath. He was doing his best to ignore the tail in between his shoulders twitching in the creature's sleep and Loki's breath above. The strategist of Muspel smacked her lips and fluffed her pillows in her sleep and the feeling of the woman's long red nails along the sides of his soles did the count in.
"BAHAHA! NO! PLEASE! LADY LOKI MERCY!" He yelled trying to alleviate the sensations though above Loki slumbered on peacefully unaware of his begging through the soundproofed bed.
"Mistress." Came a voice from the darkness that froze Pent like a mouse that hears the hiss of a snake in his hole. The tail curled around his boy and played with his ear.
"She is your Mistress, pretty boy."
Though dark Pent could almost feel the hands around him drawing closer. Wiggling fingers as they closed in on his naked and defenseless form hanging above it.
"Well hello, sleepy head..."
Pent polished the gold nameplate underneath one of Surtr's trophies. He leaned into it as best as he could inside this strange outfit. Surtr had chosen it for him and instructed him to keep it clean in his duties or he would punish him. His toes curled at the thought of his master being mad at him. Would he take away his special socks that made his feetsies feel so safe? He didn't want that! He'd done that to Giggle-Boy and he had barely been able to do any cleaning in here what with how much he'd giggled. Today was the day King Surtr would inspect his work and either punish him or reward him. Giggle-Boy snuck up behind him and tickled his hips through his flower printed kimono. Pent tried to swat him away but Giggle-girl came from the other direction to get at his hips. The tall man laughed and backed into the wall trying to escape the pair of blonde gremlins who attacked his knees next.
"Stahahap! King Surtr wahants all of this cleeheeaned!" He protested as he sank to his knees before the combined attack of the pair.
"You twhoho need to tahahake this seriously!"
"Oh be quiet!" Giggle-girl said as she took his ankle into a headlock and began to pluck at his socked feet.
"Yes, I agree with my sister! You nag us and tell us what to do as if your the boss of us!" Giggle-Boy said as well as he tickled the man's stomach through the thin kimono.
"Pleeheease children beehaahave!"
"Behave, behave, behave!" The pair mocked as they climbed atop the silly man to tickle him harder. The two loved being tickled and knew that he did as well. They loved it when Surtr and Loki came to punish them all together as a family.
"Cheer up papa!" They said in unison.
"Mama will be here soon!"
"I hope you slept well! That cream's probably got those feetsies all nice and ready for Giggle-Boy!"
The count of house Reglay struggled in his bonds anew. Yesterday during his treatment it hadn't worked nor the day before but the noble mage refused to give in to despair. Somewhere in this castle were his son and daughter. That he'd been told about this at all was a cruel tactic on the tactician Loki's part. Giggle-Boy adjusted the cotton balls between the man's toes that kept them immobilized while the mage remembered the events of the last few days. He'd been brought here as part of an experiment on the behalf of Muspel in the act of summoning Heroes. He sat there in his ruined suit from the festival. The material ripped and stained as it was the handsome mage still cut a dashing figure. When he was pulled here it was fresh from the celebration of his own wedding to his darling fiancee Louise. What had happened to her he wasn't sure because at being shown the wiggling trapped feet of his daughter in Surtr's trophy room he'd begun the casting of spells at all those he deemed responsible.
Loki and the guards had been successfully held back by his magicks but that had been brought to an abrupt end by none other than Surtr himself. Pent had cast spell after spell at the King to no avail. He'd cast aside his ax Sinmara laughing as the mage had backed into a corner in fear. With nowhere to go Pent had no idea what to do when the king had yanked his tome from his hand. When the noble had driven his forehead into the King's nose though he'd seen nothing but red and as he heard Giggle-Boy squeeze more of the strange cream he'd been applying over the last few days into his hand he tried to remember that rage. The humiliation he'd felt when had lifted him up and thrown him over his shoulder. How helpless he'd felt as Surtr had removed the shoes from his still kicking feet and taken away his socks as well.
In front of an entire court as well as the heroes trapped in the wall including his own daughter Surtr had slipped his tongue out and dragged it up Pent's size 11 sole from heel to toes while wilting the skin with his hot breath. Pent had banged his fists as hard as he could on the broad shoulders of the Ruler of Flames but as soon as that tongue had touched his pies he went to jelly on the man's shoulder.
"Where has all that rebellion gone worm? A moment ago you were ready to fight to the death and now you're mewling on my shoulder as I play the same games with you that I did with my daughters when they were young."
"Fiend! You would speak to me of children?! I WILL SCORCH YOUR BONES BLACK WITH LIGHTNING!" Was what Pent wanted to retort with. However when Surtr popped the man's index toe into his mouth and began chewing upon it gently what came from the mages open mouth was-
"UuuunNNGGHAA!!"
He covered his face with his hands as all those assembled in Surtr's trophy room had laughed at his impression of a hog in heat while a man played with his feet. Surtr had lifted him high and marched him around the room and made sure that each of his vassals, guards, and minions had gotten a good look at how the man was stuffing his own fist into his mouth to try and remain quiet.
He'd shown him the various pairs of feet that jutted from the walls and the surrounding tools and instructions to drive each particular slave wild. These feet on the walls were created by one of his monsters called Hariti. Anything done to these delicious simulacrums would be felt along the real versions in real-time! In addition, anything written upon these canvases would be carried out faithfully by their owner whether they liked it or not. Surtr told him all this because he had liked the tall nobles spunk and had decided to make him the caretaker of this particular slice of his castle. Once he'd been sufficiently broken in of course. Surtr. He'd whispered something to Loki who'd chuckled and nodded before walking forward to cast some sort of spell that made him lose consciousness. That had been three days ago and ever since he'd sat down here with his bound to his waist by a tight iron band must have been enchanted to restrict further when he tried to struggle. Every day a slave by the name of "Giggle-Boy would come and feed him then tend to his feet.
Gods his feet, Pent was an educated man and considered a scholar by more than a few but whatever this young man was doing to them had him baffled. In addition to the cotton balls between his toes and the creams rubbed into the skin, his nails had been filed and painted to further his humiliation along. His captor mumbled to himself as he tended to Pent's feet and massaged the creams in again.
"Can't believe this lucky dastard gets to be in charge of King Surtr's trophies. Mistress Loki won't let me back in there ever since I made Morgan lick his own feet. I wanna play in there so bad but instead, I'm in charge of prettying up this silly looking prat."
Pent struggled in his bonds as Giggle-Boy slid a finger beneath his immobilized toes and pouted.
"Wish I had big pretty feet like these. Mine are so little..."
Pent pulled at the stocks but couldn't get away from the jealous little gremlins poking fingers no matter how hard he tried.
"Mistress Loki says they're cute but I feel like she's humoring me..."
The whiny tickle fanatic idly scratched at the ball of Pent's left foot to punish his feet for being bigger.
"Mother said that small feet run in the family so I guess it's her and father's fault...what did they look like? I can't remember for some reason."
The former Klein reached for the nail polish and after checking that the man who had the same glittering blue eyes as him hadn't managed to ruin the pretty color of the last coat, set out to try and remember what his father looked like. When Klein had been young his father had encouraged the boy's pursuits in art and as a Hero, he'd still sketched and painted occasionally.
He took the nail polish and used it as a paintbrush on the nearest available canvas.
"Let's see I think father had long hair like me."
"MMGGHH!!"
"Did he wear it in the same style? I think he did but that his wasn't quite as long. Or was it longer, let me see. Yes, that hair looks right."
"MMMPPHHMM!!"
"Baby! I'm just scribbling no need to be dramatic. Now I think he had a harsher nose than mine but not an outright beak. His eyes were the same color but I've only got one color here so I'll just write it. B-L-U-E There we go!"
"HHMMPPHGHM!"
"Wah, wah, wah. You get the nicest job in the castle but my poor feeties! They just can't take some scribbles! Are you really a hero? Or did Surtr just kidnap some fop to torment me with jealousy? Let's see my father's hair was a different color than mine too and he was taller too. Let's see what we have here."
Giggle-Boy sat back and examined the sketch he'd drawn on his father's trapped feet. He poked at a few spots and frowned when that made Pent jump in his bonds.
"Do suck it up. I know their sensitive NOW due to the pedicure but just wait. Mistress says that when we begin the enchantments that they're going to be so soft you won't be able to walk on them! OOPS Did I spoil the surprise?"
Pent pulled at his chains and whined into his gag at the prospect but Giggle-Boy just cackled and wiggled his fingers all over the trapped feet to highlight how helpless the man was before him. It's almost time to use the fishies so we can just wash these pretty things then.
"MMHHMPP!"
"You know Giggle-Boy I don't appreciate naughty children who spoil others surprises. Had Pent been able to see, he might've warned Giggle-Boy about the Trickster, Loki appearing behind him or he may not have as he believed the little troll probably deserved some punishment. Still, the short young man was suddenly enveloped in a hug from behind by the much larger woman. He struggled under his mistress's weight for a second before being forced down face first into Pent's stocked feet. The youth's lips brushing against his sole was the only clue Pent had as to anything going wrong but still, the feeling was enough as to make the scholar start rattling his stocks and start pulling at his tied hands.
Loki pinched his big toe and ran a finger up his arch while shushing him like a child.
"There, there precious. Did the naughty servant frighten you?"
Pent's wiggling did not subside though due in no small part to how Giggle-Boy's head was stuck between his stocked feet and how the incidental contact from his ears and hair were now a major problem due to how sensitive the man's peds had become due to the spells and treatment. Loki's fingers chased him around to tease his ears and nose and Pent couldn't tell if she was purposefully dragging her nails along his big soft feet or if he was just collateral damage but either way Loki had the father and son laughing equally under her care as she scolded the latter.
"I just can't believe you Giggle-Boy! To be so naughty as to come down here and spoil the surprise to King Surtr's new pet project. What to do with you now? Oh, I don't know if I could ever trust you again!"
"Mihihstreesss!! I'M SAHAHARRY!!"
"Don't apologize to me, you naughty giggle-boy you! Apologize to the prisoner!"
"MMHMM!!"
"He was to have these nice feet of his made special and then take care of Surtr's trophies in a custom outfit we got all the way from Hoshido! King Surtr will be ever so mad when I tell him. He might make you dance in the pit for a good while."
"MIHIHISTRESS PLEEASE! AHAHAHA NOOHOHO! NAHAHT THERE!"
Loki had caught Klein's ear between her fingers and held it so that the nail on her index finger was able to tease inside the cup with but a twist. It rotated so slowly as Klein pounded on the stocks and his whipping hair feathered and fluffed Pent's feet. Loki adopted a look of exaggerated concentration before smiling at an idea she'd clearly come up with a while ago. She reached for Thokk and brought it down to Giggle-Boy's face.
"How about this then?"
Hot air rushed by Pent's face and his nostrils were assailed by the smell of the smoke. He coughed into his gag but stopped at a strange sound. It sounded like his stocks whenever he tried to get free of them but he was still. Was there a new set down here? It was rattling as if whoever had been put in there wanted out just as much as him.
"Well, there you go! Oh, don't you look cute there next to your papa!"
"MMMPPHHM!"
Wait his papa? Was this his captured son? What had happened to the-
"Such a cute Giggle-Boy you are! I'll just have to get another one of those cute outfits for you! Oh, won't you and your father look cute in matching kimonos taking care of Surtr's trophies!"
This was his son who had been tickling him-
Pent's thought were quieted down as he was overcome with the sensation of Loki's long red nails dancing over his oiled and softened soles. The tickling was so bad he could scream! What was in those creams she'd had rubbed over him! He wheezed into his gag as Loki gave him a little break by focusing more of her attention upon her other hand which played along the smaller soles of Klein. She traced a single finger along the so heavenly smooth arch of Pent though as she enjoyed the gagged symphony that the father and son provided for her.
"Oh, but we'll have to keep you down here while we get you caught up to his level. Oh, but won't it be worth it?"
"MmmmHHHMGGH!" Went the Giggle-Boy as he thrashed in the stocks trying to clench his toes as Loki pried them apart.
"Your charming fathers already a dream to play along these wonderful feet! I may lose my favorite toy but I'm sure your papa won't mind sharing my bed while we wait won't he? Just say if you do darling."
"MMMHMM!!"
"I didn't think so before then though let's participate in a little family bonding. Some more spa treatment? We prepared such a wonderful next step for papa but you'll probably have a blast with it too! Bring them in now!"
A pair of guards opened the door and carried in a large trough between them. They strained under its weight and occasionally water sloughed over the side but eventually, they placed it down before Loki and her two charges.
"Oooh, you'll love these. Wonderful little things. Take a look!"
Pent's eyes blinked at the return of light from Loki removing his blindfold and finally took a good look at both his captor and missing son. It warmed his heart to see that the boy had his mother's eyes, hair, and smile even if the last one wasn't voluntary at the moment. He looked to see that his son's feet had been released from the trough and submerged into the water trough where something was causing a bubbly froth around his ankles. Pent saw flashes of purple the same color as the horrid woman's hair slipping through the water under his own trapped feet. Loki plucked the cotton balls out from between his toes as he watched his son thrash in his seat from whatever was happening in that water.
"They're really quite the wonderful little creatures, another of our finds from Hoshido. They would use them to clean their feet as part of a spa treatment. They don't have teeth so they would just suck the skin to get pull off any dead skin."
Loki plucked the last cotton ball from between Pent's fourth and baby toes before stroking the back of her hand down his creamy sole as she unlocked the stocks with her other hand. Pent's ankles were still bound together with a cord so it was easy for Loki to force his feet down into the water. She held them there as the fish stirred and in seconds there was a feeding frenzy going on. Pent's eyes squeezed shut as he imagined the hundred tiny mouths sucking upon every single free piece of skin on his feet. He shook his head side to side frantically until Loki drew it between her and rubbed his shoulder as he wheezed into his gag.
"There, there my handsome beau. It's to make you prettier you know! Oh, these pretty pads of yours will just be heavenly! To think I'll have such a handsome pair of men on my arms soon. Allow me to join you!"
The strategist reached down and slipped her large feet from her strappy heels. She raised up her size 13 and wiggled her toes before slipping her feet into the water between Pent and Klein. Placing an arm around the father as the water started to churn around her gunboats she turned away to hide the giggles that twisted her smile. She pulled the groaning Klein to her chest and laughed into the gagged boys' hair. Pent twisted in his bonds as she squeezed his shoulder hard enough that it felt like she would break it. Finally, she pulled her feet from the trough and struggled to regain her breath.
"My goodness does that tickle! I like to think of myself somewhat of a strong woman but I couldn't take that. Oh, it must be much worse on those poor tired peds that we've pampered so much."
To Pent's shock, he felt the pressure on his feet release and he was able to pull them from the trough. He panted red-faced and sweaty as Loki undid the bindings over his thighs that kept him bound to his seat. His attempts to roll over were easily stopped as he was weak from the torment. When Loki hoisted him up bridal style he couldn't his surprise which earned him a wink from the strategist.
"Oh, we're all getting stronger due to the rituals King Surtr's performing with your friends laugh. Pure energy like that can even help a delicate thing like me grow stronger!"
Loki snuck a hand across Pent's ruined festival clothes to move aside his waistcoat and fiddle with his belt. Pent could only squeeze his eyes shut as she took ahold of his erect member and pulled it free of his clothes to stare at it standing freely before her.
"Ooh now that is a pretty thing, isn't it? Let's pay it some attention in my chambers, shall we? Junior can spend the night here, to catch up on his studies."
Pent snuck a glance at the apparent son of his and his heartstrings twanged with a chord of pity at the tears streaming down the blonde's red cheeks from under his blindfold. Giggle-Boy was slumped back in his bonds at this point having accepted there was nothing he could do about the frothy assault happening to his small feet from a million tiny mouths now that neither his or Loki's pies were there to distract them. He winced at the memory of the worst of the little devils who had gotten between his toes despite his efforts.
He continued to remember this specific memory as Loki carried him from the dungeons up into the castle towards her chambers. He saw the fate of some of the other heroes along the way who'd been captured. A green-haired young man writhed and squirmed upon the ground like he was trying to put out an invisible fire. Upon seeing Loki he reached out a pleading hand to the strategist that was enclosed in a ridiculous padded glove. Loki shook her head and the youth who whined pitifully and rubbed the gloves over his body.
"Not now Sothe. You know you're not scheduled for anymore scritches today. Tomorrow I'll give you attention."
"Mistresslokipleaseititchesososososobad! Pleasepleasescratchespleasescratches! Ititchessobadsobad!"
"There, there. Poor baby. I'll give you a lot of attention tomorrow don't worry. I'll pay plenty of attention to that tasty tum of yours."
"Pleasepleasepleaseitchessobadtummyfeetarmpitsneckearsallsoitchyitchyitchypleaseplease!!! GAUUUHH!!"
Loki stepped over Sothe who's writhing had turned to jitters as the man tried to simply stare ahead and not think of the magical charm that made his olive skin feel as if it was cocooned in wool.
She looked at the fearful Pent and knelt forward to nuzzle the terrified mages nose.
"Don't worry you won't get anything as severe as that I promise. A figure like yours is to be savored and positioned properly to show our lord Surtr's magnanimousness and influence."
Out of the corner of his eye, Pent saw a pair of men kneeling and tending to each other. The redheaded one seemed to be trying to help the slender blonde one to his feet but was shoved upon his back by the one he tried to help and mounted from behind. The blonde's fingers shot into the more muscular one's armpits and Pent felt that his howls would have been deafening were it not for the bright red gag he wore between his lips that matched the one in blondes mouth. A bored girl with caramel skin and pink twin-tails watched the blonde further de,stroy the more muscular redhead from a comfy chair as she kept a sword between her legs.
"Princess Laevateinn do be abit gentler with those two. Your father is expecting them tonight for a private show and to check Raven's programming."
"The young swordsman nodded coldly but as soon as Loki's head was turned signaled for Lucius's to flip his victim over. When Pent and Loki turned the corner Raven's abs were being menaced by wiggly fingers that drew closer by the moment, Pent could almost hear the screams through the man's gag.
Finally, they came upon what looked to be Lady Loki's quarters. Pent was placed gently upon the floor as the evil woman got the door and saw his chance. He'd conserved his strength until now in hopes for a moment like this. He tried to get to his feet but the very second his bare sole touched the cold stone it was as if tickly lightning shot up his leg.
"BAHAHAWHAHAHT IS THIHIS?"
He fell back upon his rear slapping at his leg like the ticklish sensations were a fire that he could extinguish. Loki snickered at him as she bent over to pick the tall man up once more.
"You silly boy did you think your spa days were just a reward for having such gorgeous eyes? Your pretty pies there have been pushed beyond their limits of sensitivity at Surtr's command. You see you were an experiment of mine my delightful new arm-candy. To see just how sensitive we could get a hero. Originally we were going to see if we could transmit it through a spell to others to make them worthless in battle. That fell through though so now we just have you and soon to be Giggle-Boy as delightful little flower boys."
Loki picked him up once more and still giggling he couldn't offer much of a resistance as she brought him into her quarters. Pent gasped at the sight of the fluffy carpet inside the room and couldn't stop his mind from-
"Wondering what it would feel like handsome? Be good and you won't have to find out, Now let's get more comfortable hubby."
She dumped Pent upon her giant bed and even the slightest brush against the sheet when he bounced made Lord Pent of Reglay squeal like an alley cat in heat. He clapped his hands over his mouth in embarrassment that only worsened at the snickers from Loki. She lay beside him and pulled his hands down.
"No more of that. I like your laugh and I want to hear it. Unless you'd prefer..."
Pent followed her eyes down to his size 11's which twitched in fear at the attention.
"N-NO! WHATEVER YOU WANT! PLEASE!"
"Oh see was that so hard? Hands above your head now."
"Please, may we try to talk about this? My wife is-"
"Mmm no. That is not what I asked."
"NO PLEASE!"
Loki crawled down and seized Pent's ankle, taking it into her lap. Pent tried to pull her off but thought better when she shot him a glare over her shoulder. Instead, he fell back into the bed and grimaced as he waited for what was to come. Loki was lenient simply bringing her mouth to the foot and caressing its toes with her hot breath. Even just the hot air was enough to make the man sputter and cover his face with the pillow to hide his laughter. Loki released the foot and rounded about to lay atop his chest. She ran her nails about the frayed and dirty material of Pent's ruined suit while she waited for him to get his breath back while she admired what hers could do.
"Sooo now have we learned what disobedience gets us? Hands up."
Pent placed his hands on the headboard and Loki smiled as she placed her head on his chest.
"Perfect. Now keep your breath soft as I wish to rest. Don't you dare take those hands down either. I like you here and you're not to move until I say."
Loki put her head to Pent's chest and traced a finger up his side and into his armpit where a delightfully well-placed tear in the fabric allowed her full access straight into the silvery forest of his fuzzy armpit.
"EEHEEHEE! DON'T!" he squealed as he tried to pull his arm down on reflex. A strong hand gripped his elbow and forced it back up though as Loki glared at him once again.
"I said don't move. Do we need to repeat the lesson on what will happen if you are a bad boy?"
Pent swallowed and shook his head.
"I-I-I do so apologize. Permit me a rest though Lady Loki or at the least a change of clothes. T-t-to share a bed with a beauty like you in su-su-such a state simply wi-wi-w-will-"
"Oh, a gentleman even here! My you are a catch. I could just have you stuffed and mounted!"
"Ah-h-ha yes I've seen King S-Surtr's tro-trophies. The-they do make for a si-sight." He stammered nervously as he slowly tried once again to lower his arms.
A hard pinch to his nipple though forced Pent's hands back up as Loki shook her head.
"Oh but you do have a silver tongue, don't you. Quickwitted as well to think you could butter me up. No those will stay there and this-" she said fingering the fabric of Pent's ruined festival clothes."I will stay right here for now. We have a wonderful outfit planned for you but allow me to savor you in this for but awhile longer. Even in this state does your natural sparkle shine through and allow me to imagine the dashing figure that was first brought here before King Surtr taught you your place so rudely. Still, I suppose if you won't behave it shows that it didn't exactly stick."
With a snap of her fingers, Loki settled back in next to Pent and grinned as a rustling grew from the bottom of the bed. From the darkness stepped forward a young woman in fuzzy robes.
"Meet my favorite of the wonderful new recruits King Surtr has brought to serve Muspel. Pent this is Queen Alitt of the gremlins."
The woman nodded her head and Pent saw that what he had thought was a fuzzy robe was actually a long twitching mass. It unfurled itself from being coiled around the woman and Pent realized that it was a tail as it curled itself around his ankles and constricted them as if it was made of iron. He pulled at it but could no longer get his feet back under his own control. His struggles ended when the queen's hands pinched his big toes and bent them back. Just that alone was enough to freeze him with boyish giggles. With his hands still pressed to the headboard Pent could do little more than shake at the sensations ravaging him from just that touch.
"LA-LADIHIHES PLEASE! I DO AP-APOLOHOGIZE FOR MY R-RUDENESS!"
"Such a smooth talker. Lighten up a tad down there."
Obediently the pressure on Pent's toes was lessened. They weren't released though as instead the strange tailed woman kept them still as another pair of hands slid up upon the bed and was then followed by another two pairs of hands which began to caress Pent's calves and legs. They didn't tickle but instead kneaded the tired muscles and traced up his long legs towards his buttocks.
Pent's grimace at the unwanted touch faltered as he let out an involuntary moan from the attention.
"Nn-nnnuuuhh"
"Ooooh is somebody enjoying this now? You naughty boy getting pampered like this and not giving a thought to your darling wife...what was her name again?"
The queen of the gremlins hands moved, a pair each taking one of Pent's feet. The thumbs pressed into the soles while more fingers pulled and straightened his toes. Gently caressing them and stroking the little stems. The count's eyes were screwed shut but it took him only a second to bring the thought of his wife's warm smile to the front of his mind.
"L-l-Louise! My wi-wife's name is L-Louise!"
"Oh so touching. Devotion even in the face of degradation."
"I wi-wi-auuhuHUUUH!"
The queen cracked the bones of Pent's feet but still took care of the sensitive appendages.
"Oh save your breath. I'm not planning to steal you away or anything. No, I find your whole family adorable and can't wait to reunite you here with them! It's just that spunky wife of yours giving us trouble but we'll catch her eventually. Soon Giggle-Boy will join us up here and then we'll see to getting another of those kimono's for your little girl."
"Yo-you'll never catch m-my Louise I dare say. Oh-OHHH!! SH-She dodged many a suitor be-before she bag-bagged me...UUUNNPLEEHEEASE BE CAREFUHUHL! BAHAHAHAHA!"
Alitt grinned and mimed an expression of shock at the sneaky finger that had drawn itself along the undersides of Pent's toes. It stroked his foot as if calming a frightened animal while Loki cuddled in closer.
"Do forgive her. I can't say I wouldn't sneak a few tickles myself. You're just too tasty not too. She is a skilled masseuse though, isn't she? I think I'll partake as well."
Loki clapped and settled down under Pent's arm as she placed her big feet next to his. Alit nodded and another four hands moved to tend to Loki's 13's in much the same way as Pent's own. She snuggled into his side and buried her face to hide the expressions she was making. Pent would have smiled himself if this wasn't the woman who had kidnapped him and a few of his children and was gushing about collecting them all. When she looked up at him expectantly he turned away and could feel her pout on the back of his neck. Unfortunately, that was not taken well by her subordinate as he felt that long-tail start to shiver and slither. From around his ankles, it moved forward showing off a length that Pent couldn't fathom to entwine itself between his toes as Alitt worked upon them. He exploded into laughter at the touch and pulled his arms down to try and pull himself free. Loki quick as a viper though had his arms pinned to his sides with a bear hug and a big wet kiss to his red cheek.
"Naughty, naughty! Nobody told you to do that, but I will forgive you. Eventually for now though let's do a little bit of carrot and stick. Alitt? The stick please."
The tail between Pent's began to vibrate as it wound it's back through the man's toes causing him to shake with laughter.
"Very good. Don't let up on the massage though. Really lean into iHIHIT! Oh, you naughty girl!"
The gremlin queen inclined her head in apology and made a hissing sound. Loki smiled and planted another kiss upon the red-faced father of four, forgiving the monster immediately.
"Don't forget the carrot dear. I'll have to pay that sultry bard of yours a visit to show you how to properly do this."
The gremlins hands resumed their massage on Pent's hyper-sensitive feet which in addition to the tail between his toes which was now extending towards Loki's wiggly digits, overloaded Pent's mind with sensations that he loved and despised. He was having trouble thinking through them and barely registered another big kiss from Loki.
"Oh, the poor thing can't stand it. Doesn't know whether to beg for more or mercy. Alitt? A little more stick."
The hands massaging his entangled toes withdrew and returned with jet-black pegasus feathers courtesy of Princess Eir. They dragged the fluffy plumes along the tops of Pent's toes and his laughter climbed to a new decibel in response earning him another kiss from the Trickster.
"Are you enjoying this dear? Do you hate it? Want it to stop? Never end? Just give me a clear answer and I'll do whatever you say, family man."
Loki's taunts weren't registered at all by the frantic noble whose mind felt like it was getting feathered at this point. His entire body was red hot beneath his suit which showed more than a few new sweat-stains as proof. It was all bubbling up inside and his frantic laughter wasn't enough to let it out. Regardless of his best efforts, he was being held still by the arms of the magically powered Loki who planted another wet one on him so hard that he saw stars through the image of the festival that cut through his mind.
"Perhaps a little more carro-"
"HAHAHAH-UUHNNH!! AHAHAUGAHA!"
In Pent's mind, the image of the champagne bottle from the wedding festival was clear. The cork popped and the head fizzing as the excess intermingled with the streamers tied around the neck as he reached for it to pour a glass for his lovely wife to the cheers of their wonderful family in celebration. That wonderful festival was what Pent had been taken from before arriving here in Castle Muspel and that is what he recalled as he lost consciousness here on Loki's bed. Loki, however, was no romantic and instead saw Pent's messy cock streaming down ropes of semen to further ruin his once pristine suit. She released her grip on the man and smiled at how despite that it still stood at full attention.
"I wonder if..." She mumbled reaching towards it. At her very touch, the unconscious man shivered as another involuntary reaction overcame and streamed down onto his chest.
"My you are a catch."
She waved to allow Alitt to begin cleaning him up with her free hands but still expected the massage to continue.
"Eat up dear but do be quick we have to get him ready for bed. Oh, I just can't wait."
When Pent's eyes fluttered open there was darkness all around him and the feeling of suspension. His hands and feet were bound again but this time behind him almost as is if he was hogtied. He pulled at the bonds to no avail but felt something warm upon the soles of his feet that stirred ever so slightly. He blinked and tried to take stock of the situation while he got his bearings. No blindfold was good since it seemed wherever he was, simply was dark. However, this feeling of vulnerability and the shiver the breeze gave him led him to believe that he was now in the buff. His new bonds had no give but at least were comfortable despite whatever the warm feeling on his soles was. In addition, his face which normally would be driven into the ground by this position instead rested upon a quite soft pillow which was nice. He wasn't being tickled at the moment besides that hot air that occasionally made him snicker into his pillow.
"Perhaps I should try to rest? I cannot escape on my own so why not attempt to conserve strength..." He mused to himself.
A smart idea to be sure and a sentiment echoed by Loki above who rested her cheek upon his soles that protruded into her bed and dreamed of her wonderful new family, as well as Alitt who slept but a few inches away from Pent in this servants compartment. Gorged and content with a belly full of delicious semen extracted from the unconscious Pent, she simply rolled over in her sleep at the sound of his voice. The sound of this though made Pent realize that he wasn't alone in this compartment. The long tail of the queen of the gremlins curled along his shoulder and made him realize who slept down here with him.
He did his best to remain silent so as not to wake whatever his torturer was. Perhaps if he remained quiet he'd be able to lessen his torment until his darling wife Loki saved him from this horrid situation. Pent's eyes widened as he realized his mental slip but started to tear up as above Loki turned in her sleep and her hair teased along his sensitive soles and caused him to snicker involuntarily. He bit his tongue as he heard the creature next to him stir in it's sleep at the noise. Alitt stirred and one of her many hands scratched at his nose as Pent held his breath. He was doing his best to ignore the tail in between his shoulders twitching in the creature's sleep and Loki's breath above. The strategist of Muspel smacked her lips and fluffed her pillows in her sleep and the feeling of the woman's long red nails along the sides of his soles did the count in.
"BAHAHA! NO! PLEASE! LADY LOKI MERCY!" He yelled trying to alleviate the sensations though above Loki slumbered on peacefully unaware of his begging through the soundproofed bed.
"Mistress." Came a voice from the darkness that froze Pent like a mouse that hears the hiss of a snake in his hole. The tail curled around his boy and played with his ear.
"She is your Mistress, pretty boy."
Though dark Pent could almost feel the hands around him drawing closer. Wiggling fingers as they closed in on his naked and defenseless form hanging above it.
"Well hello, sleepy head..."
Pent polished the gold nameplate underneath one of Surtr's trophies. He leaned into it as best as he could inside this strange outfit. Surtr had chosen it for him and instructed him to keep it clean in his duties or he would punish him. His toes curled at the thought of his master being mad at him. Would he take away his special socks that made his feetsies feel so safe? He didn't want that! He'd done that to Giggle-Boy and he had barely been able to do any cleaning in here what with how much he'd giggled. Today was the day King Surtr would inspect his work and either punish him or reward him. Giggle-Boy snuck up behind him and tickled his hips through his flower printed kimono. Pent tried to swat him away but Giggle-girl came from the other direction to get at his hips. The tall man laughed and backed into the wall trying to escape the pair of blonde gremlins who attacked his knees next.
"Stahahap! King Surtr wahants all of this cleeheeaned!" He protested as he sank to his knees before the combined attack of the pair.
"You twhoho need to tahahake this seriously!"
"Oh be quiet!" Giggle-girl said as she took his ankle into a headlock and began to pluck at his socked feet.
"Yes, I agree with my sister! You nag us and tell us what to do as if your the boss of us!" Giggle-Boy said as well as he tickled the man's stomach through the thin kimono.
"Pleeheease children beehaahave!"
"Behave, behave, behave!" The pair mocked as they climbed atop the silly man to tickle him harder. The two loved being tickled and knew that he did as well. They loved it when Surtr and Loki came to punish them all together as a family.
"Cheer up papa!" They said in unison.
"Mama will be here soon!"
