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OK guys, here's the deal; I've done two parts to this story already. Only diff is it's....well, it's really REALLY adult. A bit out of my comfort zone here ^^'' This is f/f with serious adult themes, also bad guy as the 'ler.
Soul Caliber. Tira/Sopitia. Like I said, bad guy the 'ler. I've already done the revenge peice (I HATE TIRA!!!), so it's no trouble if you want it. Only thing is I've taken much...artistic liscense with the characters ^_^'' If the second part would upset you, lemme know!
My question is this; you want the revenge story? It's ff/f with even more adult themes.
Thanks in advance for your reply!!
* * * * *
Tira stood at the crossroads in the hallway; one hall led to the children’s room and the Demon of Soul Edge’s freedom; the other lead to the children’s mother who would most likely kick her ass.
Or maybe not. There was a very slight chance that Sophitia was still asleep. What fun it would be to be able to play with the mother before taking the children! Tira had always admired Sophitia anyway; and that skimpy toga was begging to be taken off and that supple body played with in the most interesting ways. She closed her eyes, tapping into Soul Edge’s power. To the right was the woman’s room. She stepped that way.
Soul Edge did not let her down. Sophitia was sleeping soundly, safe in the knowledge that her children were safe. Tira laughed to herself.
In a flash she had used Soul Edge’s power to create invisible bonds for the woman. “Wakey wakey, helpless bitch!” Tira grinned feraly as she stood over the helpless woman.
Sophitia opened her eyes. “YOU! CASSANDRA! GUARDS!” Suddenly she was unable to speak.
Tira laughed. “Nobody can hee-aar you, my dear! Soul Edge is protecting this room, it’s impregnable! Now I am going to play with you aa-ll I want before you DIE!” With that, Tira removed Sophitia’s top, revealing perfectly round orbs with small, flat pink centers. “Well, first thing’s first…I can’t have you not enjoying yourself!” Tira giggled evilly; she then put her fingers gently onto Sophitia’s right nipple, wriggling it lightly.
To Tira’s surprise, Sophitia reacted in a completely different way than expected. Instead of moaning, begging, or even cursing, Sophitia did the one thing Tira was not expecting.
She giggled.
Tira’s eyes lit up like candles. “Oooh, my little captive is ticklish!” she squealed in glee. “I’m gonna take FULL advantage of THAT!” With that, Tira began to wriggle her nails ever so lightly across Sophitia’s bare arms, from the wrists all the way down to RIGHT above her armpits. “Ooh, does that tickle? Too bad you can’t move to stop me…too bad your sister won’t be able to hear you no matter how hard you laugh for me…too bad you’re so ticklish!”
Sophitia was giggling uncontrollably. The arm tickles were so light, yet the fingers were so tantalizingly close to her bare, helpless armpits that she was going crazy just imagining it.
“HEEEheheehahahahaaehheheeheohohhhehe hoo nono nono!”
And Tira was noticing. “Oooh, I think I see the problem…I’m too close to a spot, hm? Are your armpits ticklish?” With that, Tira sent two fingertips dancing in each of Sophitia’s bare, fleshy pits.
Sophitia went nuts. “AAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA!” She tried to wriggle side to side, to no avail. The power of that cursed sword was holding her fast.
Tira stepped it up, digging her nails into the freshly shaven skin of Sophitia’s pits. Sophitia went berserk, squealing and shaking her head, cursing between laughter. “AHAHAHAHA FFFUCK YOU TIHIHIIRA! AHAHEEEAH NONONO MORE PIHIHITS!”
As if that weren’t bad enough, Tira noticed something else. “Oooh, is my little captive enjoying the torture?!” she asked delightedly, watching with fascination as Sophitia’s nipples hardened before her eyes. She bent down and added insult to injury by licking her left, rock-hard nipple ever so lightly, changing her speed to bombard her with constant, light tickles.
That too got a definite reaction. “OOOOH! OOOOHOHOH GAHAHADS THAT’S NNOT FFHAHAAHAIR! OOOH IHIHT TIHIHCKLES MMMMNOOO!”
After a minute Tira giggled maniacally and switched nipples. “Oooh yummy! Mommy, you taste delicious! I could lie here and eat your pretty little nipples forever! Oh wait, I COULD! I’ve got Soul Edge!” With that, she stood up and snapped her fingers. “There now. Time itself outside this room has stopped! It doesn’t matter HOW long I want to sit here and play with you, your children will ALWAYS be sleeping in the next room, just waiting for me to come take their bodies!” Tira went back to torturing her captive.
The licking got more and more persistent, and the tickles got lighter and lighter until the laughs had died to giggles among barely contained moans. “OooOOOooohhhmmmheehee dddammit nnoohohoooohOOOOH!” Sophitia moaned loud as Tira switched to sucking her nipple.
“Mmm! Oooh Mummy, I love you! You’re such a good mother, lying here for me to play with your helpless body so I don’t go after your children! Just think, the longer I stay interested in torturing you, the longer your children have! But look, your pretty panties are getting damp! I can’t have you enjoying your ride TOO much now, can I?” With that, Tira snapped her fingers again, and Sophitia’s eyes snapped open, unblinking. Her mouth also snapped shut, unable to open.
“Now, let’s see how hard you can laugh gagged!” Tira laughed evilly and began spreading all ten fingers across Sophitia’s belly, making sure one finger was always hovering around or in her perfect outtie bellybutton. All this time she was still sucking her nipples, nibbling lightly. But the tickles were taking precedence in Sophitia’s head.
Unable to shut her eyes, to take her eyes or mind off her cruel torturer, all Sophitia could do was moan and laugh through her own lips. “MMMM! HHMMHMMHHMMHNNNOMMMMMHMMM!” She wanted to thrash her head back and forth, wanted to squeal, wanted to moan…the fingers on her bellybutton were playing so deliciously close to her womanhood…Tira had no idea that the tickles were turning her on just as much as the nipple teasing was…she began to feel lightheaded, whether from laughing too hard or from being so turned on she did not know.
And Tira decided to take it up a notch. She sat on Sophitia’s legs, sending a cruelly tantalizing weight onto her womanhood. Tira paused.
“How is my captive doing? Are you enjoying yourself?”
“MMM-MMMPH!”
“Good, I’ll take that as a yes. Now…kootchy kootchy koo!” Tira dug her nails into Sophitia’s ribs, wriggling her nails as fast as she could between them.
Sophitia would have screamed if she could. “MMMMMMMMMMMMMPH! MPHMPHMPHMPH!” Sophitia could not take her eyes off her captor…and images of revenge began to play inside her mind. Thoughts of tearing off HER clothes, lightly tickling HER breasts, playing her fingers over HER hips until she was begging to be touched. And those thoughts were making her even hornier than she was before.
She began to gyrate against Tira’s body, laughing and moaning behind her own mouth.
“Oooooh hmm look at that, my little bitch is begging for release already!” Tira scooted further down on Sophitia’s legs, leaving her moist groin deliciously exposed. It was all Sophitia could do to try to nod. She was getting exhausted from the torture.
Tira slowly pulled her panties down to her knees, tickling her legs the whole way down. Sophitia giggled behind her mouth, head spinning faster and faster, womanhood burning so hard it felt like a fire.
And the bitch Tira began tickling her thighs. Suddenly Sophitia felt her neck released from the paralysis; she could move her head. Shaking it back and forth, her muted giggles turning to tortured moans every few seconds. “MMMMPHHHHHEEMMPPPHHHHH!”
“Ooh no, that’s got to be torture…tickling sooo close to what you want! Poor, poor baby!” Tira continued to tickle her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to her womanhood. Pinching, goosing, and wriggling nails so very close to her helpless crotch.
“Oooh, what is it you want now, hm? You want me to play with you here?” Tira placed one finger on the tip of Sopitia’s pussy.
Too tired and desperate to care that she was begging, Sophitia nodded.
“Well TOO BAD!” laughed Tira. With that, she pulled out a feather and began tickling the cracks between Sophitia’s legs, eliciting a noise that would have been a squeal if she could be heard.
“Ooooh, sooo close to your little chitty, I’ll bet you’re ready to burst if I touch you there!” with that, Tira began teasing her bare, wet slit. “Oooh, but I forgot to tell you, with Soul Edge’s power dominant here there’s no way for you to get any release!”
But miraculously, right at that moment, Sophitia had the most earth-shattering orgasm she ever had.
“Wh-what? But how?”
“Because Soul Edge’s power isn’t dominant in this room anymore!” came a cry from behind Tira.
Soul Caliber. Tira/Sopitia. Like I said, bad guy the 'ler. I've already done the revenge peice (I HATE TIRA!!!), so it's no trouble if you want it. Only thing is I've taken much...artistic liscense with the characters ^_^'' If the second part would upset you, lemme know!
My question is this; you want the revenge story? It's ff/f with even more adult themes.
Thanks in advance for your reply!!
* * * * *
Tira stood at the crossroads in the hallway; one hall led to the children’s room and the Demon of Soul Edge’s freedom; the other lead to the children’s mother who would most likely kick her ass.
Or maybe not. There was a very slight chance that Sophitia was still asleep. What fun it would be to be able to play with the mother before taking the children! Tira had always admired Sophitia anyway; and that skimpy toga was begging to be taken off and that supple body played with in the most interesting ways. She closed her eyes, tapping into Soul Edge’s power. To the right was the woman’s room. She stepped that way.
Soul Edge did not let her down. Sophitia was sleeping soundly, safe in the knowledge that her children were safe. Tira laughed to herself.
In a flash she had used Soul Edge’s power to create invisible bonds for the woman. “Wakey wakey, helpless bitch!” Tira grinned feraly as she stood over the helpless woman.
Sophitia opened her eyes. “YOU! CASSANDRA! GUARDS!” Suddenly she was unable to speak.
Tira laughed. “Nobody can hee-aar you, my dear! Soul Edge is protecting this room, it’s impregnable! Now I am going to play with you aa-ll I want before you DIE!” With that, Tira removed Sophitia’s top, revealing perfectly round orbs with small, flat pink centers. “Well, first thing’s first…I can’t have you not enjoying yourself!” Tira giggled evilly; she then put her fingers gently onto Sophitia’s right nipple, wriggling it lightly.
To Tira’s surprise, Sophitia reacted in a completely different way than expected. Instead of moaning, begging, or even cursing, Sophitia did the one thing Tira was not expecting.
She giggled.
Tira’s eyes lit up like candles. “Oooh, my little captive is ticklish!” she squealed in glee. “I’m gonna take FULL advantage of THAT!” With that, Tira began to wriggle her nails ever so lightly across Sophitia’s bare arms, from the wrists all the way down to RIGHT above her armpits. “Ooh, does that tickle? Too bad you can’t move to stop me…too bad your sister won’t be able to hear you no matter how hard you laugh for me…too bad you’re so ticklish!”
Sophitia was giggling uncontrollably. The arm tickles were so light, yet the fingers were so tantalizingly close to her bare, helpless armpits that she was going crazy just imagining it.
“HEEEheheehahahahaaehheheeheohohhhehe hoo nono nono!”
And Tira was noticing. “Oooh, I think I see the problem…I’m too close to a spot, hm? Are your armpits ticklish?” With that, Tira sent two fingertips dancing in each of Sophitia’s bare, fleshy pits.
Sophitia went nuts. “AAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA!” She tried to wriggle side to side, to no avail. The power of that cursed sword was holding her fast.
Tira stepped it up, digging her nails into the freshly shaven skin of Sophitia’s pits. Sophitia went berserk, squealing and shaking her head, cursing between laughter. “AHAHAHAHA FFFUCK YOU TIHIHIIRA! AHAHEEEAH NONONO MORE PIHIHITS!”
As if that weren’t bad enough, Tira noticed something else. “Oooh, is my little captive enjoying the torture?!” she asked delightedly, watching with fascination as Sophitia’s nipples hardened before her eyes. She bent down and added insult to injury by licking her left, rock-hard nipple ever so lightly, changing her speed to bombard her with constant, light tickles.
That too got a definite reaction. “OOOOH! OOOOHOHOH GAHAHADS THAT’S NNOT FFHAHAAHAIR! OOOH IHIHT TIHIHCKLES MMMMNOOO!”
After a minute Tira giggled maniacally and switched nipples. “Oooh yummy! Mommy, you taste delicious! I could lie here and eat your pretty little nipples forever! Oh wait, I COULD! I’ve got Soul Edge!” With that, she stood up and snapped her fingers. “There now. Time itself outside this room has stopped! It doesn’t matter HOW long I want to sit here and play with you, your children will ALWAYS be sleeping in the next room, just waiting for me to come take their bodies!” Tira went back to torturing her captive.
The licking got more and more persistent, and the tickles got lighter and lighter until the laughs had died to giggles among barely contained moans. “OooOOOooohhhmmmheehee dddammit nnoohohoooohOOOOH!” Sophitia moaned loud as Tira switched to sucking her nipple.
“Mmm! Oooh Mummy, I love you! You’re such a good mother, lying here for me to play with your helpless body so I don’t go after your children! Just think, the longer I stay interested in torturing you, the longer your children have! But look, your pretty panties are getting damp! I can’t have you enjoying your ride TOO much now, can I?” With that, Tira snapped her fingers again, and Sophitia’s eyes snapped open, unblinking. Her mouth also snapped shut, unable to open.
“Now, let’s see how hard you can laugh gagged!” Tira laughed evilly and began spreading all ten fingers across Sophitia’s belly, making sure one finger was always hovering around or in her perfect outtie bellybutton. All this time she was still sucking her nipples, nibbling lightly. But the tickles were taking precedence in Sophitia’s head.
Unable to shut her eyes, to take her eyes or mind off her cruel torturer, all Sophitia could do was moan and laugh through her own lips. “MMMM! HHMMHMMHHMMHNNNOMMMMMHMMM!” She wanted to thrash her head back and forth, wanted to squeal, wanted to moan…the fingers on her bellybutton were playing so deliciously close to her womanhood…Tira had no idea that the tickles were turning her on just as much as the nipple teasing was…she began to feel lightheaded, whether from laughing too hard or from being so turned on she did not know.
And Tira decided to take it up a notch. She sat on Sophitia’s legs, sending a cruelly tantalizing weight onto her womanhood. Tira paused.
“How is my captive doing? Are you enjoying yourself?”
“MMM-MMMPH!”
“Good, I’ll take that as a yes. Now…kootchy kootchy koo!” Tira dug her nails into Sophitia’s ribs, wriggling her nails as fast as she could between them.
Sophitia would have screamed if she could. “MMMMMMMMMMMMMPH! MPHMPHMPHMPH!” Sophitia could not take her eyes off her captor…and images of revenge began to play inside her mind. Thoughts of tearing off HER clothes, lightly tickling HER breasts, playing her fingers over HER hips until she was begging to be touched. And those thoughts were making her even hornier than she was before.
She began to gyrate against Tira’s body, laughing and moaning behind her own mouth.
“Oooooh hmm look at that, my little bitch is begging for release already!” Tira scooted further down on Sophitia’s legs, leaving her moist groin deliciously exposed. It was all Sophitia could do to try to nod. She was getting exhausted from the torture.
Tira slowly pulled her panties down to her knees, tickling her legs the whole way down. Sophitia giggled behind her mouth, head spinning faster and faster, womanhood burning so hard it felt like a fire.
And the bitch Tira began tickling her thighs. Suddenly Sophitia felt her neck released from the paralysis; she could move her head. Shaking it back and forth, her muted giggles turning to tortured moans every few seconds. “MMMMPHHHHHEEMMPPPHHHHH!”
“Ooh no, that’s got to be torture…tickling sooo close to what you want! Poor, poor baby!” Tira continued to tickle her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to her womanhood. Pinching, goosing, and wriggling nails so very close to her helpless crotch.
“Oooh, what is it you want now, hm? You want me to play with you here?” Tira placed one finger on the tip of Sopitia’s pussy.
Too tired and desperate to care that she was begging, Sophitia nodded.
“Well TOO BAD!” laughed Tira. With that, she pulled out a feather and began tickling the cracks between Sophitia’s legs, eliciting a noise that would have been a squeal if she could be heard.
“Ooooh, sooo close to your little chitty, I’ll bet you’re ready to burst if I touch you there!” with that, Tira began teasing her bare, wet slit. “Oooh, but I forgot to tell you, with Soul Edge’s power dominant here there’s no way for you to get any release!”
But miraculously, right at that moment, Sophitia had the most earth-shattering orgasm she ever had.
“Wh-what? But how?”
“Because Soul Edge’s power isn’t dominant in this room anymore!” came a cry from behind Tira.
