Luka always wondered why humans bothered with the whole warded summoning circle thing. It frankly struck her as a little weird that they trusted devils like her to complete their side of the contract purely because she signed a piece of paper yet at the same time didn't trust her to hear them out in the first place without an attempt at some arm twisting. It was especially strange when their wards as often as not had all the strength of a piece of soggy paper as far as she was concerned, so the latter part almost never applied in the first place. Not that she was going to point any of that out to a client.
The devil currently found herself standing in the middle of a summoning circle placed inside of a dusty, abandoned warehouse. She was glad that she'd taken the time to check on who her client was before answering the summoning. Her current secretary outfit, complete with tiny pencil miniskirt just short enough to let the casual observer see that she had a black garter belt holding up her stockings, was a far more appropriate choice of attire for this job than the honor student schoolgirl cosplay that'd helped her score a big one on the previous job. Entirely to toot her own horn, Luka felt like the combination of her carefully shined horns, pointed leather tail, hourglass figure, and current choice of clothing did a perfect job of coming across as simultaneously alluring and professional.
"So to review, you want me to drag a pair of women to Hell, one Ms. May and Ms. Felicia, for an eternity of torture. And the method of torture is..." The devil adjusted the fake glasses she liked to wear during negotiations. Typically doing that was just for show, but this time she was legitimately caught off guard enough to need to do a double take over what she'd just written on her clipboard.
"Tickling. I want you to make them suffer the worst possible tickle torture for eternity. Can you do it?" asked the woman standing outside the summoning circle. Luka glanced over the rims of her glasses at her client.
Maria, her client, was a rather mousy woman in her opinion. The woman standing outside of Luka's summoning circle was on the short side at about 5'4" and had a frail build that spoke more to a habit of never eating quite enough rather than remaining slim because of a healthy diet and exercise. She stood before Luka nervously glancing around like she was worried that someone would stumble in on them, the brown eyes on her soft doe face frequently glancing past her shock of unkempt brown hair at random windows and doors. But despite having the appearance of your typical office wallflower, she spoke in a clipped tone of a woman whose patience had run out a long time ago.
"As far as these things go it'll be a cinch. Though just so you know, you'll be tickled too as payment. Are you okay with that?"
"I'll do whatever it takes to punish those walking pieces of filth."
"Right, one last question then: Why come to me? What has compelled you to call upon the services of a devil?" Luka tucked her clipboard under her arm. This was a bad habit of hers. Company policy was that she technically wasn't supposed to ask questions like that and just do what the client wished, unnecessary questions risked losing out on deals that were already otherwise about to go through, but she preferred to. The job wasn't worth it to her if she didn't. Maria's expression darkened in response.
"Those two... They're garbage. They're bullies that make everyone they meet miserable. Everyone in the office hates them, but we can't do anything about it since they're sleeping with the boss. I'm just making certain they get their comeuppance." Luka made a show of tilting her head back to feign mulling over her client's words. Then she threw up her arms in an X in front of her while making a loud buzzer noise.
"Nope, wrong answer! Lady, you're talking to a devil, not some superhero. I don't do serving justice to evildoers. If you really wanna make certain they get punished for their misdeeds then go bother someone else." Even Luka would admit that this was a major source of her problems with finalizing contracts. She had her pride as a devil to consider. She wasn't going to just take any sort of odd job in the name of making ends meet. The devil had sworn to herself that she'd quit if she ever caught herself knowingly doing something for the general betterment of humanity, and she was proud to say that in her centuries since that she'd never once broken that rule.
"Wait!" Luka was just about to reactivate the summoning circle to take her back to the office when Maria called out to her. "You want to know the real reason? Those two stole my boyfriend from me. They sent me a video of them having a threesome with him. And you know what they did? They laughed at me. Showed it around the office. Told everyone about how much better they were at satisfying him than I could ever be." A look of manic glee came over Maria's face. "But do you wanna know the best part? Part of the video was that he tickled them. Oh they absolutely hated that. And I loved it. The looks of misery on their faces as he pinned them down and tickled them all over, hearing them scream and beg him to stop, it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Sex with him is going to feel so much better with the sweet glow of knowing that I'm making them suffer like that every day until the end of time."
"...hehehehe. HeheheheHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Luka couldn't keep the giggles from escaping her mouth. She threw her head back and cackled with glee. Her hands came up to loudly applaud Maria. This was the entire reason she loved her job. It was worth putting up with all the red tape at the company for moments like this. "Yes! Yes, this is how humanity should be! Let's not punish the scumbag who cheated on you for a pair of pretty faces, let's sentence the women he slept with to an eternity of torment so you can go back to coddling up to an unfaithful womanizer yourself! Now this is what a proper devil's contract is. All of this power, anything you could possibly wish for, squandered for the stupidest, pettiest, most short sighted goals possible. I'll take it!"
Maria obviously wasn't too happy with Luka's mockery of her, but the devil didn't care. She signed the signature line at the bottom of the contract with a flourish and sent it floating over to her client. Her smile didn't have any room to grow bigger to accommodate the girl immediately signing it in neat handwriting without even bothering to give it a once over.
"So how are we doing this? How are we going to get them, kidnap them in the parking lot or something?" asked Maria. Luka raised an eyebrow at her.
"If you were going to do something that troublesome then you wouldn't have called upon me." The devil raised her hand above her head and snapped her fingers. What looked to Maria like a pair of black, murky puddles formed in midair. An instant later a pair of naked women fell through the portals to be suspended face down to hang from tendrils wrapped around their wrists, ankles, and waists that stretched out of the tar-like depths. Luka smirked seeing Maria step back in shock over May and Felicia showing up right before her eyes. "Though we should take the opportunity to have some fun with them first if you ask me. It sounds like such a waste to send them straight to hell as is."
Felicia was a tall Dutch with long brown hair and matching eyes around a sharp face. Luka couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate the sight of her enormous knockers swinging freely under her. It was obvious at a glance that she took a great deal of care over her appearance. The luster of her hair and smooth, flawless skin wasn't achievable just from good genetics, she had to have spent a great deal of time on beauty treatments to achieve it. And given that Luka had forcibly brought her here while in the middle of working her way through her third man of the day, the devil had no doubt in her mind that the care she took for her appearance was primarily for the purpose of coaxing men into her bed.
May on the other hand was a sultry looking British woman with black hair and striking emerald eyes. Luka briefly wondered if she should bring up that May had convinced Maria's boyfriend to have bed breaking sex with her in Maria's house, she was quite literally judging how well it went by how much furniture they could break as collateral, from the moment Maria had left to come here. Not because she felt sorry for her summoner or that May needed to be punished for that, but because she figured watching the woman's rage at the news would be hilarious. But her summoner looked a little distracted at the moment. Maria was trembling with rage at the mere sight of the two. If looks could kill, she would've already reduced both of the bound, naked women hanging in front of her to ashes.
"What's going on? What just happened? Where are we?" May cried. She tugged at the tendrils holding her aloft while looking around wildly until her eyes came to rest on Maria. Her eyes went wide with shock seeing her coworker standing there glaring daggers at them. Felicia, for her part, only numbly looked around. Her pleasure-addled mind was still recovering from her latest orgasm and seemed to be taking a little longer for the shock of her sudden relocation to set in.
"Hello, May," said Maria. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. The little office wallflower sauntered over to the bound woman.
"Maria!? What's going on? Why are- Wait! Stop! Get away from me! Ah! Don't touch me. Whahahat are you dohoing!? Stohohohophahahaha that! That tihickles. STOP! HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" May squealed with surprised and convulsed when Maria's hands lashed out to send her nails rappedly tapping up and down the length of her exposed rib cage. The bound brit did her best to pull away from the touch, but despite how they looked the tendrils holding her suspended in midair didn't budge an inch. Suspended as she was she didn't have enough leverage to squirm away from Maria's nails and was soon reduced to helplessly cackling with laughter.
"What do you think I'm doing? I'm tickling you, of course!" Maria's fingers moved up to briefly scratch at the depths of May's hollows, rapidly pianoed back down the length of her ribs, then started squeezing her way down her sides. She'd formed her hands into lobster claws to grab handfulls of the taut flesh, forcing May to squeal and convulse with each pinch, before moving down half a finger's length in an inexorable march down her flanks. "Remember that sex tape you made with my boyfriend? Didn't he find a very, very nice spot on you? Hm... I wonder where it was?" she taunted.
"Oh god... Not there! Eek! Stopstopstop! Anywhere but there! Please! I'm sorry! I'm sohohohorryhehehahHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" May's eyes went wide with fear realizing where Maria's fingers were heading. Maria stopped squeezing right before she reached her victim's hips. She made a point of standing face to face with May with a giant, evil grin on her face, taking the opportunity to revel in the power she held over the bound, naked woman before diving in to goose her hips. The results were instantaneous. May burst out screaming the moment the fingers made contact and was reduced to maddened laughter and frantic thrashing to escape as Maria's fingers continued to dig into her worst spot. Her entire body wildly convulsed every which way trying to break free of her bondage and escape the horrible tickling. Her struggling only emboldened Maria, who went all out to mercilessly hammer the sensitive spot by using her nails to squeeze, flutter, stroke, poke, and rake at the spot to May's distress.
By this point Felicia had regained enough awareness to be utterly terrified by the sight just off to her side. Luka licked her lips at the sight of the well-endowed Dutch staring in wide-eyed horror. She seemed to be scared to open her mouth and speak lest it draw attention to herself, and thus cause Maria to start tickling her instead. The devil absolutely loved it. Terror was the best possible seasoning for the victims of her contracts. It was infinitely more fun to watch the them react to what was about to happen to them than to just get it over quickly.
Plus, what Maria was doing looked like fun. She strolled over to stand by Felicia. She grinned with amusement when the woman realized she was approaching. The poor girl's eyes nearly popped out of her head in fear and she was desperately shaking her head to not do it. That only made it all the more fun for the devil to slowly reach her hands forward towards her exposed tummy. She absolutely loved how Felicia's eyes were glued to her hands in horror.
"Please..." Felicia whispered. In response, Luka started lightly tracing a single nail across her stomach. Felicia's expression went rigid, but she couldn't keep from flinching all the same. A second finger joined in. Then a third. Luka noted down how Felicia went completely rigid whenever her nails were coming dangerously close to her bellybutton. She made a game of tormenting her victim by teasingly working around the area with increasing numbers of nails. By this point Felicia's face was beat red with the strain of trying not to laugh.
"Oh gohohod! Stop! StopSTOPSTOHOHOHOP! NOHOT MY FEHEHEHETAHAHAHAHAHA! LEHET ME GOHOHOAAHAHAHAHA! STOHOHOHOHP STOP STOHOHOHOP! NOT THERE!" Felicia screamed. Luka had opted to fake her out by pretending like she was about to dive in to truly terrorize her bellybutton, but instead quickly stepped around the woman so she could rake all of her nails down the lengths of her wide feet. Felicia's screams and thrashing were even worse than May's were. Luka knew some devils who were into feet and she could kinda see where they were coming from, at least where tickling was involved. Every area of Felicia's sensitive soles gave a slightly different reaction. The woman would howl with laughter whenever the devil put her long nails to work scratching at her toes, then would transition to hearty guffaws as she made her way down to work over her arches.
May shot Luka a look of appreciation for helping torture the pair. Luka had only meant to give her 5 minutes at most to do whatever she wanted with the two of them before they were sent to tickle hell, but she was having so much fun with Felicia that she lost track of time. The two of them continued to abuse their victims for well over half an hour. May steadfastly continued to work over May's hips, only ever changing to explore the rest of her tickle toy to make certain it truly was her worst spot before settling back down on her hips in the name of giving her the worst tickling she could. Luka on the other hand made a point between transitioning between Felicia's ticklish feet, finally getting around to digging into her hyper-sensitive bellybutton with her fingers and the quil of a summoned feather, and sexually teasing her privates. The devil found that the bound Dutch seemed to especially hate it when her nipples and pussy were teased with Luka's fingers, feather, and mouth until she was moaning, then go straight back to being tickle tortured.
"Had fun? Cause that's what's in store for you from here on out," Maria jeered at their wheezing, sweat covered victims after Luka finally called a halt to their session. "I'm sending you two to tickle hell. You're going to spend the rest of eternity being tickled just like that."
"Hehehe...." Even Luka was caught off guard by May bursting out in an evil giggle.
"What's so funny!?" an annoyed Maria asked. The sultry British woman looked up to give Maria a mocking look.
"You are. Send us to hell? Really? You don't have the balls." May derisively spat at Maria's feet. "You, the little wallflower who couldn't do anything but sit at her desk with her head down while we were showing the entire company a video of your boyfriend cheating on you with us, get back at us? That's a laugh. Now I'm just trying to figure out how I'm going to get back at you once you let me go." May's defiance seemed to impart some courage on Felicia to join in as well.
"Yeah!" the busty woman chimed in. She hungrily looked Maria over, then glanced at her partner. "What do you think, May? We haven't slept with another girl in a while have we? How about we tie the two of them up and have some fun with them in front of everybody else? Maybe slip in some tickles as punishment for pulling this stunt."
"Oh, Felicia, you're thinking too small. Why should we hog all of the fun? I think it would be so much better if we let all of the guys have a turn as well!" Both of the bound, naked women broke out giggling spitballing how they were going to get revenge. Luka had to admit that she was a little impressed that both of them held themselves so highly that they seemed absolutely certain that they were going to not only get out of this, but also find an opportunity to get revenge on not only Maria but Luka herself as well. She glanced over at Maria. The woman was standing with her head down so she couldn't see her expression. But she didn't need to. The way her little summoner was clenching her fists so hard that her nails were drawing blood told her all she needed to know.
"Do it," Maria coldly ordered. That was all Luka needed to hear. With a theatric snap of her fingers the tendrils holding May and Felicia began to drag them back up into the murky portals. The two women's defiance instantly changed to terror when they realized what was happening. They screamed and pleaded for Luka to stop and fervently apologized to Maria. Maria only coldly stared at the two of them until they until they'd fully disappeared.
The room fell back into silence after the two women were fully dragged into the black muck. Maria let out a sigh of satisfaction. She rolled her head and shoulders and seemed to relax a little after the two bullies were out of sight.
"Thank you, that was wonderful. So about my payment. You said I was going to be tickled too, right? How are we- huh? Wait. Wait a minute. Stop! What are you doing!?" No sooner had May and Felicia disappeared than a similar dark pool appeared beneath Maria's feet. Black tentacles lashed out to wrap around her limbs and began inexorably dragging her down. Luka raised an eyebrow at her.
"What do you mean 'What am I doing'? I said you were going to be tickled too, didn't I? Well this is it."
"I didn't think you meant it like this! Stop! LET ME GO!" Maria screamed. Luka scratched her head in confusion.
"What exactly were you expecting? You just sentenced a pair of women to an eternity of tickle torture. What, did you think you'd get away with just holding your hands above your head and having me tickle your pits for a minute or something? It only makes sense that you're going to be tickle tortured for every second they are. It even outright says so in your contract." Luka held her clipboard in front of Maria's face. She used a bit of magic to highlight the words saying in no uncertain terms that the payment would be that Maria would be sent to tickle hell alongside them. "You signed right below that line. You agreed to this." The devil dispassionately watched Maria get dragged into the muck until her screams and pleading for her to stop were cut off.
Luka pulled out her phone and tapped on an app that had just now sprung up on the screen. The video feed that popped up brought a smile to her face. It was a waste of her time and energy to create her own specific tickle hell for the girls, so she'd subcontracted it out instead. She didn't particularly mind, she was certain that whatever tickle torture she could dream up would be pathetic compared to the tailored hell of a demon who'd spent millennia perfecting eternal torment. It had even been nice enough to give her a way to check in on how the women were doing as thanks for using its services.
Maria, May, and Felicia were all displayed on her phone's app. Each of them was stark naked, bound in various positions, and being attended to by groups of female angels. Well, Luka called them angels. The divinely beautiful naked women with pure white-feathered wings sprouting out of their backs currently torturing the trio of human women were anything but kindly servants of the gods. They were instead constructs the demon had created to spread its cruelty to as many unfortunate victims as possible. Luka had heard somewhere that he had crafted them in the likeliness of real angels as some sort of cruel joke, purely to get a laugh out of the expressions of people who initially mistook them for anything other than the insane, sadistic torturers they were.
Felicia was evidently in for a treatment of sexual frustration. She was bound spread eagle to an x-frame with two of the angels going to town on her breasts. They'd lightly lick and kiss the stiff peaks of her nipples while using one hand to spider their nails all across her ticklish tummy. They did it perfectly to insure that the Dutch was left trapped between moaning with desire and trying to push her chest forward to fully experience their loving touch while at the same time shrieking with laughter and trying to shy away from the fingers that pressed in to tickle her harder every time she did. Her struggles only served to cause her breasts to erotically shake in a way that turned her tormentors on and drove them to more energetically toy with her. The third and final angel was working over their captive's lower half. She had plucked some feathers off of her wings so that the space between each toe had a feather automatically sawing away to extract a steady stream of guffaws from the bound woman. More feathers flicked and danced about her exposed pussy to help add to the sexual side of her torture. The angel herself was busy teasing the exposed crotches of her coworkers with her fingers. She was reaching under their rumps to lovingly stimulate their pussies to orgasm. Felicia was doomed to be right on the verge of the best orgasm she'd ever experience, being driven crazy by tickle torture strictly controlled to be just hard enough to distract her from ever cumming, while forced to watch her tormentors enjoy one orgasm after another right in front of her.
May's torment was proving to be a bit more mentally taxing. She was bent over to lie face down on a bondage horse with all three angels mercilessly attacking her feet, hips, and underarms. As Luka watched she was reduced to begging with tears in her eyes. What surprised the devil was that she was actually granted brief respites from the torture in return for continuously humiliating herself. The angels would force her to debase herself by calling herself a slut, barking like a dog, or begging to sexually service them, only to give her at most a 5-10 second break before resuming tickling again. When May was too overcome with sobbing in misery to beg anymore the angels began to taunt her, calling her a masochist who obviously loved being tickled too much to even try to make them stop or insulting her for being so prideless that she was willing to say or do anything for only a couple second's mercy. As Luka watched, the tickling proved to be so bad that May wet herself. The angel's only response was to tickle her even harder as punishment and add that to the list of things they verbally abused her about, much to the suffering woman's wails of despair and agonized laughter.
Luka hadn't specifically asked for this type of torture for Maria, but she couldn't help but find it appropriate. Maria was getting more than twice the tickling as punishment for sentencing two women to an eternity in tickle hell. She was strapped into a pair of stocks facing a similarly bound exact doll replica of herself. She not only had to endure half a dozen angels tickling her personally, but a second group working over the doll at the same time as well. Everything the doll experienced was sent over to Maria herself. Every flick, poke, and stroke across the doll's body felt to the bound woman like it was happening to her. Whenever two angels assaulted the same place at the same time the tickling compounded on top of each other. It was like her entire body had been made exponentially more ticklish on top of having twice as many women working her over as the other two combined. It was clearly already too much for her to bear. The poor girl had a giant forced smile plastered across her face with tears of suffering freely flowing around it. She howled with laughter until she ran out of breath, then was stuck in a state of silent laughter until her body forced her to take in enough air to start screaming again.
The devil chuckled to herself in amusement. She truly loved it when she managed to get results like this. The girls looked like they'd already had enough, but the real torture hadn't even started yet. Luka was given to understand that what the angels were capable of when they started bringing their wings and toys to bear was infinitely worse than the comparably playful tickling they were performing as a warm up now. They were beings created by a demon who'd spent who knew how many millennia perfecting every possible avenue of torture, after all. The angel's inhuman sadism consumed them to endlessly tickle torture the girls in crueler ways than their victims could imagine.
And by the very nature of the tickle hell they were trapped in, the angels never had to worry about doing anything other than torturing them as much as possible. Every possible avenue of relief from the tickling had been taken from them. The trio were forced to endure the agony of being tickled too hard to breathe, but were denied the mercy of ever passing out from it. It had been insured that they'd always have enough air in their lungs to continue laughing no matter how much the tickling made them scream. They were fated to never become too tired to miss a single stray poke, wiggle, and teasing touch the angels subjected them to nor ever feel any pain unrelated to the tickling that could help distract them from it. Even the escape of madness was taken from them. They would always be perfectly aware of every nanosecond of the ticklish agony they were in, their minds no longer allowed to shut off in defense against the overwhelming sensations. The tickling was only ever going to grow worse and thanks to their personal hell being separated from the rest of reality, it was literally never going to stop.
The devil currently found herself standing in the middle of a summoning circle placed inside of a dusty, abandoned warehouse. She was glad that she'd taken the time to check on who her client was before answering the summoning. Her current secretary outfit, complete with tiny pencil miniskirt just short enough to let the casual observer see that she had a black garter belt holding up her stockings, was a far more appropriate choice of attire for this job than the honor student schoolgirl cosplay that'd helped her score a big one on the previous job. Entirely to toot her own horn, Luka felt like the combination of her carefully shined horns, pointed leather tail, hourglass figure, and current choice of clothing did a perfect job of coming across as simultaneously alluring and professional.
"So to review, you want me to drag a pair of women to Hell, one Ms. May and Ms. Felicia, for an eternity of torture. And the method of torture is..." The devil adjusted the fake glasses she liked to wear during negotiations. Typically doing that was just for show, but this time she was legitimately caught off guard enough to need to do a double take over what she'd just written on her clipboard.
"Tickling. I want you to make them suffer the worst possible tickle torture for eternity. Can you do it?" asked the woman standing outside the summoning circle. Luka glanced over the rims of her glasses at her client.
Maria, her client, was a rather mousy woman in her opinion. The woman standing outside of Luka's summoning circle was on the short side at about 5'4" and had a frail build that spoke more to a habit of never eating quite enough rather than remaining slim because of a healthy diet and exercise. She stood before Luka nervously glancing around like she was worried that someone would stumble in on them, the brown eyes on her soft doe face frequently glancing past her shock of unkempt brown hair at random windows and doors. But despite having the appearance of your typical office wallflower, she spoke in a clipped tone of a woman whose patience had run out a long time ago.
"As far as these things go it'll be a cinch. Though just so you know, you'll be tickled too as payment. Are you okay with that?"
"I'll do whatever it takes to punish those walking pieces of filth."
"Right, one last question then: Why come to me? What has compelled you to call upon the services of a devil?" Luka tucked her clipboard under her arm. This was a bad habit of hers. Company policy was that she technically wasn't supposed to ask questions like that and just do what the client wished, unnecessary questions risked losing out on deals that were already otherwise about to go through, but she preferred to. The job wasn't worth it to her if she didn't. Maria's expression darkened in response.
"Those two... They're garbage. They're bullies that make everyone they meet miserable. Everyone in the office hates them, but we can't do anything about it since they're sleeping with the boss. I'm just making certain they get their comeuppance." Luka made a show of tilting her head back to feign mulling over her client's words. Then she threw up her arms in an X in front of her while making a loud buzzer noise.
"Nope, wrong answer! Lady, you're talking to a devil, not some superhero. I don't do serving justice to evildoers. If you really wanna make certain they get punished for their misdeeds then go bother someone else." Even Luka would admit that this was a major source of her problems with finalizing contracts. She had her pride as a devil to consider. She wasn't going to just take any sort of odd job in the name of making ends meet. The devil had sworn to herself that she'd quit if she ever caught herself knowingly doing something for the general betterment of humanity, and she was proud to say that in her centuries since that she'd never once broken that rule.
"Wait!" Luka was just about to reactivate the summoning circle to take her back to the office when Maria called out to her. "You want to know the real reason? Those two stole my boyfriend from me. They sent me a video of them having a threesome with him. And you know what they did? They laughed at me. Showed it around the office. Told everyone about how much better they were at satisfying him than I could ever be." A look of manic glee came over Maria's face. "But do you wanna know the best part? Part of the video was that he tickled them. Oh they absolutely hated that. And I loved it. The looks of misery on their faces as he pinned them down and tickled them all over, hearing them scream and beg him to stop, it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Sex with him is going to feel so much better with the sweet glow of knowing that I'm making them suffer like that every day until the end of time."
"...hehehehe. HeheheheHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Luka couldn't keep the giggles from escaping her mouth. She threw her head back and cackled with glee. Her hands came up to loudly applaud Maria. This was the entire reason she loved her job. It was worth putting up with all the red tape at the company for moments like this. "Yes! Yes, this is how humanity should be! Let's not punish the scumbag who cheated on you for a pair of pretty faces, let's sentence the women he slept with to an eternity of torment so you can go back to coddling up to an unfaithful womanizer yourself! Now this is what a proper devil's contract is. All of this power, anything you could possibly wish for, squandered for the stupidest, pettiest, most short sighted goals possible. I'll take it!"
Maria obviously wasn't too happy with Luka's mockery of her, but the devil didn't care. She signed the signature line at the bottom of the contract with a flourish and sent it floating over to her client. Her smile didn't have any room to grow bigger to accommodate the girl immediately signing it in neat handwriting without even bothering to give it a once over.
"So how are we doing this? How are we going to get them, kidnap them in the parking lot or something?" asked Maria. Luka raised an eyebrow at her.
"If you were going to do something that troublesome then you wouldn't have called upon me." The devil raised her hand above her head and snapped her fingers. What looked to Maria like a pair of black, murky puddles formed in midair. An instant later a pair of naked women fell through the portals to be suspended face down to hang from tendrils wrapped around their wrists, ankles, and waists that stretched out of the tar-like depths. Luka smirked seeing Maria step back in shock over May and Felicia showing up right before her eyes. "Though we should take the opportunity to have some fun with them first if you ask me. It sounds like such a waste to send them straight to hell as is."
Felicia was a tall Dutch with long brown hair and matching eyes around a sharp face. Luka couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate the sight of her enormous knockers swinging freely under her. It was obvious at a glance that she took a great deal of care over her appearance. The luster of her hair and smooth, flawless skin wasn't achievable just from good genetics, she had to have spent a great deal of time on beauty treatments to achieve it. And given that Luka had forcibly brought her here while in the middle of working her way through her third man of the day, the devil had no doubt in her mind that the care she took for her appearance was primarily for the purpose of coaxing men into her bed.
May on the other hand was a sultry looking British woman with black hair and striking emerald eyes. Luka briefly wondered if she should bring up that May had convinced Maria's boyfriend to have bed breaking sex with her in Maria's house, she was quite literally judging how well it went by how much furniture they could break as collateral, from the moment Maria had left to come here. Not because she felt sorry for her summoner or that May needed to be punished for that, but because she figured watching the woman's rage at the news would be hilarious. But her summoner looked a little distracted at the moment. Maria was trembling with rage at the mere sight of the two. If looks could kill, she would've already reduced both of the bound, naked women hanging in front of her to ashes.
"What's going on? What just happened? Where are we?" May cried. She tugged at the tendrils holding her aloft while looking around wildly until her eyes came to rest on Maria. Her eyes went wide with shock seeing her coworker standing there glaring daggers at them. Felicia, for her part, only numbly looked around. Her pleasure-addled mind was still recovering from her latest orgasm and seemed to be taking a little longer for the shock of her sudden relocation to set in.
"Hello, May," said Maria. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. The little office wallflower sauntered over to the bound woman.
"Maria!? What's going on? Why are- Wait! Stop! Get away from me! Ah! Don't touch me. Whahahat are you dohoing!? Stohohohophahahaha that! That tihickles. STOP! HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" May squealed with surprised and convulsed when Maria's hands lashed out to send her nails rappedly tapping up and down the length of her exposed rib cage. The bound brit did her best to pull away from the touch, but despite how they looked the tendrils holding her suspended in midair didn't budge an inch. Suspended as she was she didn't have enough leverage to squirm away from Maria's nails and was soon reduced to helplessly cackling with laughter.
"What do you think I'm doing? I'm tickling you, of course!" Maria's fingers moved up to briefly scratch at the depths of May's hollows, rapidly pianoed back down the length of her ribs, then started squeezing her way down her sides. She'd formed her hands into lobster claws to grab handfulls of the taut flesh, forcing May to squeal and convulse with each pinch, before moving down half a finger's length in an inexorable march down her flanks. "Remember that sex tape you made with my boyfriend? Didn't he find a very, very nice spot on you? Hm... I wonder where it was?" she taunted.
"Oh god... Not there! Eek! Stopstopstop! Anywhere but there! Please! I'm sorry! I'm sohohohorryhehehahHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" May's eyes went wide with fear realizing where Maria's fingers were heading. Maria stopped squeezing right before she reached her victim's hips. She made a point of standing face to face with May with a giant, evil grin on her face, taking the opportunity to revel in the power she held over the bound, naked woman before diving in to goose her hips. The results were instantaneous. May burst out screaming the moment the fingers made contact and was reduced to maddened laughter and frantic thrashing to escape as Maria's fingers continued to dig into her worst spot. Her entire body wildly convulsed every which way trying to break free of her bondage and escape the horrible tickling. Her struggling only emboldened Maria, who went all out to mercilessly hammer the sensitive spot by using her nails to squeeze, flutter, stroke, poke, and rake at the spot to May's distress.
By this point Felicia had regained enough awareness to be utterly terrified by the sight just off to her side. Luka licked her lips at the sight of the well-endowed Dutch staring in wide-eyed horror. She seemed to be scared to open her mouth and speak lest it draw attention to herself, and thus cause Maria to start tickling her instead. The devil absolutely loved it. Terror was the best possible seasoning for the victims of her contracts. It was infinitely more fun to watch the them react to what was about to happen to them than to just get it over quickly.
Plus, what Maria was doing looked like fun. She strolled over to stand by Felicia. She grinned with amusement when the woman realized she was approaching. The poor girl's eyes nearly popped out of her head in fear and she was desperately shaking her head to not do it. That only made it all the more fun for the devil to slowly reach her hands forward towards her exposed tummy. She absolutely loved how Felicia's eyes were glued to her hands in horror.
"Please..." Felicia whispered. In response, Luka started lightly tracing a single nail across her stomach. Felicia's expression went rigid, but she couldn't keep from flinching all the same. A second finger joined in. Then a third. Luka noted down how Felicia went completely rigid whenever her nails were coming dangerously close to her bellybutton. She made a game of tormenting her victim by teasingly working around the area with increasing numbers of nails. By this point Felicia's face was beat red with the strain of trying not to laugh.
"Oh gohohod! Stop! StopSTOPSTOHOHOHOP! NOHOT MY FEHEHEHETAHAHAHAHAHA! LEHET ME GOHOHOAAHAHAHAHA! STOHOHOHOHP STOP STOHOHOHOP! NOT THERE!" Felicia screamed. Luka had opted to fake her out by pretending like she was about to dive in to truly terrorize her bellybutton, but instead quickly stepped around the woman so she could rake all of her nails down the lengths of her wide feet. Felicia's screams and thrashing were even worse than May's were. Luka knew some devils who were into feet and she could kinda see where they were coming from, at least where tickling was involved. Every area of Felicia's sensitive soles gave a slightly different reaction. The woman would howl with laughter whenever the devil put her long nails to work scratching at her toes, then would transition to hearty guffaws as she made her way down to work over her arches.
May shot Luka a look of appreciation for helping torture the pair. Luka had only meant to give her 5 minutes at most to do whatever she wanted with the two of them before they were sent to tickle hell, but she was having so much fun with Felicia that she lost track of time. The two of them continued to abuse their victims for well over half an hour. May steadfastly continued to work over May's hips, only ever changing to explore the rest of her tickle toy to make certain it truly was her worst spot before settling back down on her hips in the name of giving her the worst tickling she could. Luka on the other hand made a point between transitioning between Felicia's ticklish feet, finally getting around to digging into her hyper-sensitive bellybutton with her fingers and the quil of a summoned feather, and sexually teasing her privates. The devil found that the bound Dutch seemed to especially hate it when her nipples and pussy were teased with Luka's fingers, feather, and mouth until she was moaning, then go straight back to being tickle tortured.
"Had fun? Cause that's what's in store for you from here on out," Maria jeered at their wheezing, sweat covered victims after Luka finally called a halt to their session. "I'm sending you two to tickle hell. You're going to spend the rest of eternity being tickled just like that."
"Hehehe...." Even Luka was caught off guard by May bursting out in an evil giggle.
"What's so funny!?" an annoyed Maria asked. The sultry British woman looked up to give Maria a mocking look.
"You are. Send us to hell? Really? You don't have the balls." May derisively spat at Maria's feet. "You, the little wallflower who couldn't do anything but sit at her desk with her head down while we were showing the entire company a video of your boyfriend cheating on you with us, get back at us? That's a laugh. Now I'm just trying to figure out how I'm going to get back at you once you let me go." May's defiance seemed to impart some courage on Felicia to join in as well.
"Yeah!" the busty woman chimed in. She hungrily looked Maria over, then glanced at her partner. "What do you think, May? We haven't slept with another girl in a while have we? How about we tie the two of them up and have some fun with them in front of everybody else? Maybe slip in some tickles as punishment for pulling this stunt."
"Oh, Felicia, you're thinking too small. Why should we hog all of the fun? I think it would be so much better if we let all of the guys have a turn as well!" Both of the bound, naked women broke out giggling spitballing how they were going to get revenge. Luka had to admit that she was a little impressed that both of them held themselves so highly that they seemed absolutely certain that they were going to not only get out of this, but also find an opportunity to get revenge on not only Maria but Luka herself as well. She glanced over at Maria. The woman was standing with her head down so she couldn't see her expression. But she didn't need to. The way her little summoner was clenching her fists so hard that her nails were drawing blood told her all she needed to know.
"Do it," Maria coldly ordered. That was all Luka needed to hear. With a theatric snap of her fingers the tendrils holding May and Felicia began to drag them back up into the murky portals. The two women's defiance instantly changed to terror when they realized what was happening. They screamed and pleaded for Luka to stop and fervently apologized to Maria. Maria only coldly stared at the two of them until they until they'd fully disappeared.
The room fell back into silence after the two women were fully dragged into the black muck. Maria let out a sigh of satisfaction. She rolled her head and shoulders and seemed to relax a little after the two bullies were out of sight.
"Thank you, that was wonderful. So about my payment. You said I was going to be tickled too, right? How are we- huh? Wait. Wait a minute. Stop! What are you doing!?" No sooner had May and Felicia disappeared than a similar dark pool appeared beneath Maria's feet. Black tentacles lashed out to wrap around her limbs and began inexorably dragging her down. Luka raised an eyebrow at her.
"What do you mean 'What am I doing'? I said you were going to be tickled too, didn't I? Well this is it."
"I didn't think you meant it like this! Stop! LET ME GO!" Maria screamed. Luka scratched her head in confusion.
"What exactly were you expecting? You just sentenced a pair of women to an eternity of tickle torture. What, did you think you'd get away with just holding your hands above your head and having me tickle your pits for a minute or something? It only makes sense that you're going to be tickle tortured for every second they are. It even outright says so in your contract." Luka held her clipboard in front of Maria's face. She used a bit of magic to highlight the words saying in no uncertain terms that the payment would be that Maria would be sent to tickle hell alongside them. "You signed right below that line. You agreed to this." The devil dispassionately watched Maria get dragged into the muck until her screams and pleading for her to stop were cut off.
Luka pulled out her phone and tapped on an app that had just now sprung up on the screen. The video feed that popped up brought a smile to her face. It was a waste of her time and energy to create her own specific tickle hell for the girls, so she'd subcontracted it out instead. She didn't particularly mind, she was certain that whatever tickle torture she could dream up would be pathetic compared to the tailored hell of a demon who'd spent millennia perfecting eternal torment. It had even been nice enough to give her a way to check in on how the women were doing as thanks for using its services.
Maria, May, and Felicia were all displayed on her phone's app. Each of them was stark naked, bound in various positions, and being attended to by groups of female angels. Well, Luka called them angels. The divinely beautiful naked women with pure white-feathered wings sprouting out of their backs currently torturing the trio of human women were anything but kindly servants of the gods. They were instead constructs the demon had created to spread its cruelty to as many unfortunate victims as possible. Luka had heard somewhere that he had crafted them in the likeliness of real angels as some sort of cruel joke, purely to get a laugh out of the expressions of people who initially mistook them for anything other than the insane, sadistic torturers they were.
Felicia was evidently in for a treatment of sexual frustration. She was bound spread eagle to an x-frame with two of the angels going to town on her breasts. They'd lightly lick and kiss the stiff peaks of her nipples while using one hand to spider their nails all across her ticklish tummy. They did it perfectly to insure that the Dutch was left trapped between moaning with desire and trying to push her chest forward to fully experience their loving touch while at the same time shrieking with laughter and trying to shy away from the fingers that pressed in to tickle her harder every time she did. Her struggles only served to cause her breasts to erotically shake in a way that turned her tormentors on and drove them to more energetically toy with her. The third and final angel was working over their captive's lower half. She had plucked some feathers off of her wings so that the space between each toe had a feather automatically sawing away to extract a steady stream of guffaws from the bound woman. More feathers flicked and danced about her exposed pussy to help add to the sexual side of her torture. The angel herself was busy teasing the exposed crotches of her coworkers with her fingers. She was reaching under their rumps to lovingly stimulate their pussies to orgasm. Felicia was doomed to be right on the verge of the best orgasm she'd ever experience, being driven crazy by tickle torture strictly controlled to be just hard enough to distract her from ever cumming, while forced to watch her tormentors enjoy one orgasm after another right in front of her.
May's torment was proving to be a bit more mentally taxing. She was bent over to lie face down on a bondage horse with all three angels mercilessly attacking her feet, hips, and underarms. As Luka watched she was reduced to begging with tears in her eyes. What surprised the devil was that she was actually granted brief respites from the torture in return for continuously humiliating herself. The angels would force her to debase herself by calling herself a slut, barking like a dog, or begging to sexually service them, only to give her at most a 5-10 second break before resuming tickling again. When May was too overcome with sobbing in misery to beg anymore the angels began to taunt her, calling her a masochist who obviously loved being tickled too much to even try to make them stop or insulting her for being so prideless that she was willing to say or do anything for only a couple second's mercy. As Luka watched, the tickling proved to be so bad that May wet herself. The angel's only response was to tickle her even harder as punishment and add that to the list of things they verbally abused her about, much to the suffering woman's wails of despair and agonized laughter.
Luka hadn't specifically asked for this type of torture for Maria, but she couldn't help but find it appropriate. Maria was getting more than twice the tickling as punishment for sentencing two women to an eternity in tickle hell. She was strapped into a pair of stocks facing a similarly bound exact doll replica of herself. She not only had to endure half a dozen angels tickling her personally, but a second group working over the doll at the same time as well. Everything the doll experienced was sent over to Maria herself. Every flick, poke, and stroke across the doll's body felt to the bound woman like it was happening to her. Whenever two angels assaulted the same place at the same time the tickling compounded on top of each other. It was like her entire body had been made exponentially more ticklish on top of having twice as many women working her over as the other two combined. It was clearly already too much for her to bear. The poor girl had a giant forced smile plastered across her face with tears of suffering freely flowing around it. She howled with laughter until she ran out of breath, then was stuck in a state of silent laughter until her body forced her to take in enough air to start screaming again.
The devil chuckled to herself in amusement. She truly loved it when she managed to get results like this. The girls looked like they'd already had enough, but the real torture hadn't even started yet. Luka was given to understand that what the angels were capable of when they started bringing their wings and toys to bear was infinitely worse than the comparably playful tickling they were performing as a warm up now. They were beings created by a demon who'd spent who knew how many millennia perfecting every possible avenue of torture, after all. The angel's inhuman sadism consumed them to endlessly tickle torture the girls in crueler ways than their victims could imagine.
And by the very nature of the tickle hell they were trapped in, the angels never had to worry about doing anything other than torturing them as much as possible. Every possible avenue of relief from the tickling had been taken from them. The trio were forced to endure the agony of being tickled too hard to breathe, but were denied the mercy of ever passing out from it. It had been insured that they'd always have enough air in their lungs to continue laughing no matter how much the tickling made them scream. They were fated to never become too tired to miss a single stray poke, wiggle, and teasing touch the angels subjected them to nor ever feel any pain unrelated to the tickling that could help distract them from it. Even the escape of madness was taken from them. They would always be perfectly aware of every nanosecond of the ticklish agony they were in, their minds no longer allowed to shut off in defense against the overwhelming sensations. The tickling was only ever going to grow worse and thanks to their personal hell being separated from the rest of reality, it was literally never going to stop.
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