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Story request “from Mouse to Monster”
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"From Mouse to Monster, Part 1"
“You’ll never be anything.”
“You’re just a woman.”
“Go back to our own country.”
Ever since arriving in this new land Mao had been abused and belittled. At least in her home country women were treated with more respect. She had left Asia in search for a life outside of her dainty clothes and constant bowing, yet here she was scrubbing floors and washing vegetables. It had taken a lot of courage for Mao to leave her home and travel halfway across the world but she wanted something different and now she wished for nothing more than to be back home. She was significantly thinner and shorter than the other women in the town she settled in and her long black hair stood out in the crowd of light blondes and brunettes.
“You there, squint eye! Get back to work. I’m not paying you to sit around, or are your eyes too thin to see there’s still spots on the floor!” A large man shouted at her. The man had caught her daydreaming of home again and raised his hand threateningly in the air. Mao recoiled and bowed her head.
“No sir, sorry sir.” She apologized, reaching back and scrubbing at the floor. It was true the man was paying her however even compared to the other women it could barely be called a wage.
“Foreigners make half until they prove themselves useful.” Is what the man told her when she asked about work. Seeing as she really had no other option Mao took what little she could get. Here she was, day in and day out working her fingers to the bone while being abused and looked down on. The large man returned a few hours later ad yanked Mao off the floor by the arm. “Get up. Jailer wants the stockade walls scrubbed, says it’s starting to smell ripe down there even for him. Go down there and clean them good or so help me I’ll make sure you become a permanent resident.” He shouted and shoved Mao out the door.
“Yes sir. I will sir.” Mao nodded and bowed scurrying off to gather more cleaning supplies.
“Well if it isn’t the yellow mouse.” The jailer sneered, referring to Mao b the nickname the other servants have given her. “I guess you’re better than nothing, but even then I doubt you’ll be much help. I’m taking a break, go in there and scrub the walls. I want every last drop of sweat and blood off and DON’T talk to any of the prisoners.” Mao nodded and bowed her head.
“Yes sir.” She said softly and hurried into the room. Truth be told the room looked more like a slaughterhouse than a prison, the walls and floors stained with blood and bile from the countless prisoners that had been imprisoned and tortured there. Mao set down her bucket and grabbed her brush, scrubbing the walls the best she could. After spending ten minutes scrubbing a single spot Mao was unsure the walls could actually get clean but she would still try her best.
“Psst. Hey you.” A voice called out. The young Asian woman kept scrubbing unaware of the voice. “I said hey you!” The voice repeated louder this time. Mao turned her head and saw a female prisoner in a set of seated stocks with her arms tied above her head staring at her.
“Me?” Mao asked nervously.
“No the cockroach on your shoulder, yes you! Come here.” The woman urged, motioning for Mao to get closer. The young woman stood up and walked over, getting a better look at the prisoner.
“I recognize you. You’re the thief who pretends to be a *****. You sleep with men and steal all their clothes and money before they wake up!” Mao exclaimed. The woman’s reputation had become quite well known throughout the surrounding kingdoms.
“Yeah that’s me. Now let me out.” The woman urged.
“What are you doing here?” Mao asked curiously as she stood next to the stocks.
“What do you think? They caught me, what are you stupid? No that doesn’t matter, let me out and I’ll give you whatever you want.” The thief offered. Mao’s eye lit up, all she really wanted was enough coin to return to her homeland.
“Really? Anything?” Mao gasped, grabbing the bottom of the woman’s feet and squeezing.
“EEK! Don’t do that!” The thief yelped, her body giving a jump. Mao cringed and apologized. “Its fine just be careful. What’s your name?”
“Mao.” The woman answered.
“I’m Elizabeth but my friends call me Liz. Do you want to be my friend Mao?” Liz asked quickly, looking around to make sure no one else was listening.
“I do! You said you would give me anything. Could you give me enough money so I could go back home?” Mao asked, her eyes filled with hope.
“Yeah sure, just let me out.” Liz spat. Mao suddenly became very nervous, she did want to return home but at the same time this was a criminal, what would happen if she was found helping her escape?
“I don’t know.” Mao whispered.
“Look you want money? I have money! Help me escape and I have a stash buried under a tree just outside of town. I’ll give you half and you can go wherever you want.” Liz whispered hurriedly.
“Really? Do you mean it? You’d do that for me?” The Asian woman gasped again, grabbing Liz’s foot and giving another squeeze.
“EEK! Yehes and stop doing thahat!” Liz yelped, scrunching up her feet and pulling on her ankle. Mao grinned and nodded her head.
“Ok but we need a plan. Let’s get you cleaned up first then I’ll find you a dress that isn’t all torn and dirty and we can just say you’re a servant like me.” Mao suggested, her hope of leaving this cruel place finally looking like reality.
“Ok just HURRY!” Liz agreed. Mao nodded and grabbed her bucket and brush.
“I need to get some of the dirt off of you.” She said and dipped the brush in the water. “So how did you get caught?” She asked Liz, gently scrubbing some dirt off her face.
“I got too greedy. I thought I could get away with one more heist but turns out they already had people looking for me. They caught me on my way out and brought me down here. They tired beating me to get me to tell them where I hid all my loot but like hell I’ll give that up.” Liz explained, wincing when Mao touched a bruise on her face.
“Sorry.” Mao apologized, making sure to be more careful as she continued. “Why not just tell them though? Wouldn’t it be easier than sitting down here? Any why didn’t they just ask nicely, I’m sure that would have worked better than beating you.” Mao thought out loud.
“You really aren’t from around here are you? I’d never give up where my main stash is. And they would never just ASK nicely, I’m a criminal.” Liz hissed.
“But didn’t you just tell me where the stash was?”
“Not my main stash. I don’t care if someone finds any of my secondary stuff. That’s nothing compared to what I’ve collected over the years. Wait! What are you doing? EEEK! DOHOHONT!” Liz squealed, her body jerking violently at the feeling of a brush gliding across her left foot.
“I have to clean your feet. I’m sorry did I hurt you?” Mao asked apologetically.
“No! Just-just be careful ok. My feet are sensitive.” Liz mumbled. Mao looked confused but nodded her head anyway and continued, taking her brush and scrubbing at Liz’s heel.
“Ngh! OH! Mahao! I said beeEEE careful! Ok enooooough! I don’t need my feet wahahashed!” Liz tittered, scrunching and flexing her foot as Mao scrubbed up her sole.
“You do. Even servants wear shoes. They’ll know you’re a prisoner if you have dirty feet.” Mao warned, scrubbing even higher across Liz’ wiggling foot.
“I dohont care! I sahaid STOP! Mao wait no! Not the arch, don’t scrub my AHAHAHRCH HAHHAHAHAHAHAA!” Liz burst out into heavy laughter, yanking hard on her left leg and ankle.
“Why are you making so much noise? They’ll hear us.” Mao warned, ceasing her scrubbing for the moment.
“Because all your scrubbing tickles! And I. HATE. Being. TICKLED!” Liz hissed, staring daggers at her supposed savior. Mao hadn’t thought of that. She hadn’t been tickled or tickled anyone since she was a little girl. In fact she didn’t even know adults stayed ticklish once they grew up.
“Ok fine, we’ll hide your feet somehow. But I need to clean your underarms, our dresses are sleeveless see? That dirt will be a dead giveaway.” Mao said, lifting her own arm up in example. Liz’s eyes grew wide as she watched the Asian woman dip her brush in the water again and quickly reach for her underarms.
“Mao wait. Isn’t there another way? Mao I said wait! WAIT! NOOOOOOOO! EEEEK HAHAHHA! THAHAHATS WOHOHORSE! THAHAT THE WOHOHORST!” Liz howled in laughter, tossing her head from side to side and whipping her long golden brown hair around frantically. Mao stopped suddenly, staring at the door to make sure no one heard the laughter.
“Can’t you stop being so loud?” Mao hissed, growing a little impatient with the woman. If she kept this up they would be found out for sure.
“I can’t help it! You try and stay quiet with someone scrubbing at you’re most ticklish spots!” Liz growled. “I told you I HATE being tickled. It’s worse than torture!” Mao took a second to soak in these words. Worse than torture? How was tickling worse than torture? Either way it seemed Liz was telling the truth. It certainly seemed to Mao that Liz would do anything to keep her from tickling her. Anything…………anything. Mao gave a little gasp and covered her mouth, turning away. If she got Liz to tell her where her main stash was then Mao could not only go home but live comfortably. That and she wouldn’t have to risk sneaking the woman out of the castle. It all seemed so simple, violence obviously didn’t work with Liz, and she said herself asking nicely wouldn’t get anywhere either. But could Mao really do it? Could she really use TICKLING on this woman? Could she be that cruel?
“I have to.” Mao said, her voice no more than a whisper. “If I want to get home I have to.”
“What are you muttering over there? It doesn’t matter. Mao let me out of here.” Liz urged, growing tired of this dumb woman. Mao turned and faced Liz, shaking her head.
“No. I’m sorry. I need to get home. This country is terrible, the people are terrible. I HAVE to leave. Where is your main stash?” Mao asked, locking eyes with the prisoner.
“I don’t care about you or your home, and I’m not telling you where my stash is, now LET. ME. GO.” Liz growled angrily. Mao shook her head again and walked to the bottom of the stocks, positioning herself by Liz’s feet.
“Where is your stash?” Mao asked again, running two fingers slowly from Liz’s heels up to her toes.
“EEK! I- I won’t tell you! Noho! Stahap that!” Liz sputtered, curling her toes up tight.
“Where is it?” Mao asked again, pulling Liz’s right foot back and scratching her nails under her toes.
“PFFFFT! NO! NOT THE TOES! DOHOHONT TICKLE MY TOHOHOES! YAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAA!” Liz sputtered, puffing out her cheeks and trying her best not to laugh but failed miserably as hard belly laughs boomed from her throat.
“Tell me where it is.” Mao asked louder. A feeling she had never felt before starting to course through her veins, a feeling she never thought she would experience. Power. The mousey Asian woman continued her assault on the prisoner’s feet. Liz laughing and yanking on her feet as the thin dainty fingers scribbled over every inch of her feet.
“Please. Mao. No-no more! Please just let me go.” Liz begged, her breaths deep and ragged as the tickling came to a stop.
“Tell me where your stash is and I’ll stop right now. Otherwise I’m going to keep ticking you.” Mao said confidently. Liz shook he head, recoiling as Mao stepped closer to her upper body.
“Please. Don’t tickle me anymore! I’ll give you anything you want, you can have the whole side stash! Please just stop this.” A small smile started to spread across Mao’s face as she watched the woman continue to shrink away from her. This is what it felt like to have power over someone, to stand above them. To be feared.
“Not good enough I want the main stash. You can give me that can’t you? Or do you want more tickles?” Mao teased, reaching down both sides of Liz’s tattered dress and massaging her ribs. A flood of giggles from the trapped woman soon followed, the feeling of Mao’s thin fingers digging into the flesh between her ribs maddening.
“Heheheheeheheehee! Nohohohoho! I wohohon’t tell! I wohohont tehehell!” The more Liz giggled the more confident Mao grew, her hands migrating from the wiggling woman’s ribs down to her sides where she was able to draw yelps and violent fits of laughter by simply pinching her fingers. Liz’s laughter turned to screams when she felt Mao’s hands start to massage their way across her soft tummy. A finger wiggled into her bellybutton making the woman’s back arch and causing her voice to go silent.
“Last chance before I head for the last spot. Tell me where your stash is.” Mao asked, her voice loud and demanding.
“G-go ffffuck yourself!” Liz gasped as tears streamed down her face. Mao took a step back and admired her work for a moment. Liz’s cheeks were flush and pink from laughing so hard, her hair a wild mess. Liz’s whole body shook as sweat dripped down her face and arms.
“I tried to be nice. Now I’m not going to stop. Not until you tell me where the stash is.” Mao grinned. Liz locked eyes with her new tormentor once again, a look of defiance on her face. The young Asian woman leaned in and started to lightly tickle her nails around the sides and back of Liz’ neck, a fire in her eyes. With each scratch Liz’s expression softened and when the tickling moved up under her ears the corners of her mouth began to twitch. Mao continued the light tickling for a few minutes, letting the stress build in Liz’s system. Liz’s eyes went wide and the corners of her mouth shot up to produce a tight lipped smile when she felt the slender fingers lightly trace little circles on the back of her shoulders.
“Hehehe! Hehehahahaa! Stohohop! Mahahao!” Liz started to giggle, the asain’s fingers tracing faster and faster.
“Not until I hear what I want. Also for someone who called me stupid you aren’t so smart yourself, admitting your underarms are where you’re most ticklish. Guess you’ll learn the hard way.” Mao grinned, very slowly moving her hands towards the outstretched hollows. Liz closed her eyes tight, tears leaking from her eyes and a giant goofy grin plastered on her face.
“Mao noho! Plehease! Pleahase anything but thahat! MAO NO! DON’T! EEEEEEEK HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!! NOT MY PITS! DOHOHON’T TIHIHIKLE MY PIHIHITS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAA! I-I CAHAHHAAHAANT!” Liz bucked and bounced around, laughing uncontrollable hysterical belly laughs while Mao skittered and spidered her nails in the sensitive underarms. For an hour Liz’s hollows suffered under Mao’s wiggling fingers. The thief’s body had long since given up the fight, Liz’s head lolling back her laughter going from deafening howls to silent laughter and back again. Suddenly in the midst of one of Liz’s silent laughing fits Mao heard the lock to the door begin to turn. Mao quickly grabbed her brush and began scrubbing at the walls again.
“Alright woman, time to talk.” The jailer called out, walking into the stockade and seeing Liz strung out and gasping for breath. “What happened here?” He asked curiously, walking over to the clearly defeated woman.
“Please! Please I’ll tell you anything you want to know! Anything just keep her away from me!” Liz gasped, a look of terror on her face as she glanced over at Mao silently scrubbing away at the wall.
“The yellow mouse? She did this?” The jailer asked in disbelief.
“No-no mouse! She’s a monster! Please I’ll tell you anything just don’t leave me alone with her again!” Liz screamed. The man didn’t believe it at first but Mao had obviously done something to the woman to make her so terrified of being left alone with her.
“Well whatever she is it doesn’t matter. You want to talk good then talk. We know about the ring of thieves you run with and it’s only a matter of time before we run them down too anyway.” The jailer tried to question Liz but the woman was so hysterical and hell bent on getting away from Mao that she refused to answer until she was as far away from the Asian woman as possible.
“Is it true? Are you really looking for her friends?” Mao asked quietly, taking pause form her scrubbing.
“Almost. Truth is we already caught one of them and she’s being transported here as we speak. Rumor is Elizabeth is just a minor thief compared to the others. Why am I telling you this, get back to scrubbing! You’re going to scrub these walls day after day until they look brand new!” The jailer screamed, stomping off to interrogate Liz again. Mao smiled to herself after the door closed. She hadn’t thought her plan all the way through, taking too long to instill terror in the woman. But she had new plans. If Liz was just a pawn then there were bigger, richer criminals out there and Mao was just patient and brave enough now to wait. After all, it was only a matter of time before they were caught, and these walls were filthy.
“You’ll never be anything.”
“You’re just a woman.”
“Go back to our own country.”
Ever since arriving in this new land Mao had been abused and belittled. At least in her home country women were treated with more respect. She had left Asia in search for a life outside of her dainty clothes and constant bowing, yet here she was scrubbing floors and washing vegetables. It had taken a lot of courage for Mao to leave her home and travel halfway across the world but she wanted something different and now she wished for nothing more than to be back home. She was significantly thinner and shorter than the other women in the town she settled in and her long black hair stood out in the crowd of light blondes and brunettes.
“You there, squint eye! Get back to work. I’m not paying you to sit around, or are your eyes too thin to see there’s still spots on the floor!” A large man shouted at her. The man had caught her daydreaming of home again and raised his hand threateningly in the air. Mao recoiled and bowed her head.
“No sir, sorry sir.” She apologized, reaching back and scrubbing at the floor. It was true the man was paying her however even compared to the other women it could barely be called a wage.
“Foreigners make half until they prove themselves useful.” Is what the man told her when she asked about work. Seeing as she really had no other option Mao took what little she could get. Here she was, day in and day out working her fingers to the bone while being abused and looked down on. The large man returned a few hours later ad yanked Mao off the floor by the arm. “Get up. Jailer wants the stockade walls scrubbed, says it’s starting to smell ripe down there even for him. Go down there and clean them good or so help me I’ll make sure you become a permanent resident.” He shouted and shoved Mao out the door.
“Yes sir. I will sir.” Mao nodded and bowed scurrying off to gather more cleaning supplies.
“Well if it isn’t the yellow mouse.” The jailer sneered, referring to Mao b the nickname the other servants have given her. “I guess you’re better than nothing, but even then I doubt you’ll be much help. I’m taking a break, go in there and scrub the walls. I want every last drop of sweat and blood off and DON’T talk to any of the prisoners.” Mao nodded and bowed her head.
“Yes sir.” She said softly and hurried into the room. Truth be told the room looked more like a slaughterhouse than a prison, the walls and floors stained with blood and bile from the countless prisoners that had been imprisoned and tortured there. Mao set down her bucket and grabbed her brush, scrubbing the walls the best she could. After spending ten minutes scrubbing a single spot Mao was unsure the walls could actually get clean but she would still try her best.
“Psst. Hey you.” A voice called out. The young Asian woman kept scrubbing unaware of the voice. “I said hey you!” The voice repeated louder this time. Mao turned her head and saw a female prisoner in a set of seated stocks with her arms tied above her head staring at her.
“Me?” Mao asked nervously.
“No the cockroach on your shoulder, yes you! Come here.” The woman urged, motioning for Mao to get closer. The young woman stood up and walked over, getting a better look at the prisoner.
“I recognize you. You’re the thief who pretends to be a *****. You sleep with men and steal all their clothes and money before they wake up!” Mao exclaimed. The woman’s reputation had become quite well known throughout the surrounding kingdoms.
“Yeah that’s me. Now let me out.” The woman urged.
“What are you doing here?” Mao asked curiously as she stood next to the stocks.
“What do you think? They caught me, what are you stupid? No that doesn’t matter, let me out and I’ll give you whatever you want.” The thief offered. Mao’s eye lit up, all she really wanted was enough coin to return to her homeland.
“Really? Anything?” Mao gasped, grabbing the bottom of the woman’s feet and squeezing.
“EEK! Don’t do that!” The thief yelped, her body giving a jump. Mao cringed and apologized. “Its fine just be careful. What’s your name?”
“Mao.” The woman answered.
“I’m Elizabeth but my friends call me Liz. Do you want to be my friend Mao?” Liz asked quickly, looking around to make sure no one else was listening.
“I do! You said you would give me anything. Could you give me enough money so I could go back home?” Mao asked, her eyes filled with hope.
“Yeah sure, just let me out.” Liz spat. Mao suddenly became very nervous, she did want to return home but at the same time this was a criminal, what would happen if she was found helping her escape?
“I don’t know.” Mao whispered.
“Look you want money? I have money! Help me escape and I have a stash buried under a tree just outside of town. I’ll give you half and you can go wherever you want.” Liz whispered hurriedly.
“Really? Do you mean it? You’d do that for me?” The Asian woman gasped again, grabbing Liz’s foot and giving another squeeze.
“EEK! Yehes and stop doing thahat!” Liz yelped, scrunching up her feet and pulling on her ankle. Mao grinned and nodded her head.
“Ok but we need a plan. Let’s get you cleaned up first then I’ll find you a dress that isn’t all torn and dirty and we can just say you’re a servant like me.” Mao suggested, her hope of leaving this cruel place finally looking like reality.
“Ok just HURRY!” Liz agreed. Mao nodded and grabbed her bucket and brush.
“I need to get some of the dirt off of you.” She said and dipped the brush in the water. “So how did you get caught?” She asked Liz, gently scrubbing some dirt off her face.
“I got too greedy. I thought I could get away with one more heist but turns out they already had people looking for me. They caught me on my way out and brought me down here. They tired beating me to get me to tell them where I hid all my loot but like hell I’ll give that up.” Liz explained, wincing when Mao touched a bruise on her face.
“Sorry.” Mao apologized, making sure to be more careful as she continued. “Why not just tell them though? Wouldn’t it be easier than sitting down here? Any why didn’t they just ask nicely, I’m sure that would have worked better than beating you.” Mao thought out loud.
“You really aren’t from around here are you? I’d never give up where my main stash is. And they would never just ASK nicely, I’m a criminal.” Liz hissed.
“But didn’t you just tell me where the stash was?”
“Not my main stash. I don’t care if someone finds any of my secondary stuff. That’s nothing compared to what I’ve collected over the years. Wait! What are you doing? EEEK! DOHOHONT!” Liz squealed, her body jerking violently at the feeling of a brush gliding across her left foot.
“I have to clean your feet. I’m sorry did I hurt you?” Mao asked apologetically.
“No! Just-just be careful ok. My feet are sensitive.” Liz mumbled. Mao looked confused but nodded her head anyway and continued, taking her brush and scrubbing at Liz’s heel.
“Ngh! OH! Mahao! I said beeEEE careful! Ok enooooough! I don’t need my feet wahahashed!” Liz tittered, scrunching and flexing her foot as Mao scrubbed up her sole.
“You do. Even servants wear shoes. They’ll know you’re a prisoner if you have dirty feet.” Mao warned, scrubbing even higher across Liz’ wiggling foot.
“I dohont care! I sahaid STOP! Mao wait no! Not the arch, don’t scrub my AHAHAHRCH HAHHAHAHAHAHAA!” Liz burst out into heavy laughter, yanking hard on her left leg and ankle.
“Why are you making so much noise? They’ll hear us.” Mao warned, ceasing her scrubbing for the moment.
“Because all your scrubbing tickles! And I. HATE. Being. TICKLED!” Liz hissed, staring daggers at her supposed savior. Mao hadn’t thought of that. She hadn’t been tickled or tickled anyone since she was a little girl. In fact she didn’t even know adults stayed ticklish once they grew up.
“Ok fine, we’ll hide your feet somehow. But I need to clean your underarms, our dresses are sleeveless see? That dirt will be a dead giveaway.” Mao said, lifting her own arm up in example. Liz’s eyes grew wide as she watched the Asian woman dip her brush in the water again and quickly reach for her underarms.
“Mao wait. Isn’t there another way? Mao I said wait! WAIT! NOOOOOOOO! EEEEK HAHAHHA! THAHAHATS WOHOHORSE! THAHAT THE WOHOHORST!” Liz howled in laughter, tossing her head from side to side and whipping her long golden brown hair around frantically. Mao stopped suddenly, staring at the door to make sure no one heard the laughter.
“Can’t you stop being so loud?” Mao hissed, growing a little impatient with the woman. If she kept this up they would be found out for sure.
“I can’t help it! You try and stay quiet with someone scrubbing at you’re most ticklish spots!” Liz growled. “I told you I HATE being tickled. It’s worse than torture!” Mao took a second to soak in these words. Worse than torture? How was tickling worse than torture? Either way it seemed Liz was telling the truth. It certainly seemed to Mao that Liz would do anything to keep her from tickling her. Anything…………anything. Mao gave a little gasp and covered her mouth, turning away. If she got Liz to tell her where her main stash was then Mao could not only go home but live comfortably. That and she wouldn’t have to risk sneaking the woman out of the castle. It all seemed so simple, violence obviously didn’t work with Liz, and she said herself asking nicely wouldn’t get anywhere either. But could Mao really do it? Could she really use TICKLING on this woman? Could she be that cruel?
“I have to.” Mao said, her voice no more than a whisper. “If I want to get home I have to.”
“What are you muttering over there? It doesn’t matter. Mao let me out of here.” Liz urged, growing tired of this dumb woman. Mao turned and faced Liz, shaking her head.
“No. I’m sorry. I need to get home. This country is terrible, the people are terrible. I HAVE to leave. Where is your main stash?” Mao asked, locking eyes with the prisoner.
“I don’t care about you or your home, and I’m not telling you where my stash is, now LET. ME. GO.” Liz growled angrily. Mao shook her head again and walked to the bottom of the stocks, positioning herself by Liz’s feet.
“Where is your stash?” Mao asked again, running two fingers slowly from Liz’s heels up to her toes.
“EEK! I- I won’t tell you! Noho! Stahap that!” Liz sputtered, curling her toes up tight.
“Where is it?” Mao asked again, pulling Liz’s right foot back and scratching her nails under her toes.
“PFFFFT! NO! NOT THE TOES! DOHOHONT TICKLE MY TOHOHOES! YAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAA!” Liz sputtered, puffing out her cheeks and trying her best not to laugh but failed miserably as hard belly laughs boomed from her throat.
“Tell me where it is.” Mao asked louder. A feeling she had never felt before starting to course through her veins, a feeling she never thought she would experience. Power. The mousey Asian woman continued her assault on the prisoner’s feet. Liz laughing and yanking on her feet as the thin dainty fingers scribbled over every inch of her feet.
“Please. Mao. No-no more! Please just let me go.” Liz begged, her breaths deep and ragged as the tickling came to a stop.
“Tell me where your stash is and I’ll stop right now. Otherwise I’m going to keep ticking you.” Mao said confidently. Liz shook he head, recoiling as Mao stepped closer to her upper body.
“Please. Don’t tickle me anymore! I’ll give you anything you want, you can have the whole side stash! Please just stop this.” A small smile started to spread across Mao’s face as she watched the woman continue to shrink away from her. This is what it felt like to have power over someone, to stand above them. To be feared.
“Not good enough I want the main stash. You can give me that can’t you? Or do you want more tickles?” Mao teased, reaching down both sides of Liz’s tattered dress and massaging her ribs. A flood of giggles from the trapped woman soon followed, the feeling of Mao’s thin fingers digging into the flesh between her ribs maddening.
“Heheheheeheheehee! Nohohohoho! I wohohon’t tell! I wohohont tehehell!” The more Liz giggled the more confident Mao grew, her hands migrating from the wiggling woman’s ribs down to her sides where she was able to draw yelps and violent fits of laughter by simply pinching her fingers. Liz’s laughter turned to screams when she felt Mao’s hands start to massage their way across her soft tummy. A finger wiggled into her bellybutton making the woman’s back arch and causing her voice to go silent.
“Last chance before I head for the last spot. Tell me where your stash is.” Mao asked, her voice loud and demanding.
“G-go ffffuck yourself!” Liz gasped as tears streamed down her face. Mao took a step back and admired her work for a moment. Liz’s cheeks were flush and pink from laughing so hard, her hair a wild mess. Liz’s whole body shook as sweat dripped down her face and arms.
“I tried to be nice. Now I’m not going to stop. Not until you tell me where the stash is.” Mao grinned. Liz locked eyes with her new tormentor once again, a look of defiance on her face. The young Asian woman leaned in and started to lightly tickle her nails around the sides and back of Liz’ neck, a fire in her eyes. With each scratch Liz’s expression softened and when the tickling moved up under her ears the corners of her mouth began to twitch. Mao continued the light tickling for a few minutes, letting the stress build in Liz’s system. Liz’s eyes went wide and the corners of her mouth shot up to produce a tight lipped smile when she felt the slender fingers lightly trace little circles on the back of her shoulders.
“Hehehe! Hehehahahaa! Stohohop! Mahahao!” Liz started to giggle, the asain’s fingers tracing faster and faster.
“Not until I hear what I want. Also for someone who called me stupid you aren’t so smart yourself, admitting your underarms are where you’re most ticklish. Guess you’ll learn the hard way.” Mao grinned, very slowly moving her hands towards the outstretched hollows. Liz closed her eyes tight, tears leaking from her eyes and a giant goofy grin plastered on her face.
“Mao noho! Plehease! Pleahase anything but thahat! MAO NO! DON’T! EEEEEEEK HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!! NOT MY PITS! DOHOHON’T TIHIHIKLE MY PIHIHITS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAA! I-I CAHAHHAAHAANT!” Liz bucked and bounced around, laughing uncontrollable hysterical belly laughs while Mao skittered and spidered her nails in the sensitive underarms. For an hour Liz’s hollows suffered under Mao’s wiggling fingers. The thief’s body had long since given up the fight, Liz’s head lolling back her laughter going from deafening howls to silent laughter and back again. Suddenly in the midst of one of Liz’s silent laughing fits Mao heard the lock to the door begin to turn. Mao quickly grabbed her brush and began scrubbing at the walls again.
“Alright woman, time to talk.” The jailer called out, walking into the stockade and seeing Liz strung out and gasping for breath. “What happened here?” He asked curiously, walking over to the clearly defeated woman.
“Please! Please I’ll tell you anything you want to know! Anything just keep her away from me!” Liz gasped, a look of terror on her face as she glanced over at Mao silently scrubbing away at the wall.
“The yellow mouse? She did this?” The jailer asked in disbelief.
“No-no mouse! She’s a monster! Please I’ll tell you anything just don’t leave me alone with her again!” Liz screamed. The man didn’t believe it at first but Mao had obviously done something to the woman to make her so terrified of being left alone with her.
“Well whatever she is it doesn’t matter. You want to talk good then talk. We know about the ring of thieves you run with and it’s only a matter of time before we run them down too anyway.” The jailer tried to question Liz but the woman was so hysterical and hell bent on getting away from Mao that she refused to answer until she was as far away from the Asian woman as possible.
“Is it true? Are you really looking for her friends?” Mao asked quietly, taking pause form her scrubbing.
“Almost. Truth is we already caught one of them and she’s being transported here as we speak. Rumor is Elizabeth is just a minor thief compared to the others. Why am I telling you this, get back to scrubbing! You’re going to scrub these walls day after day until they look brand new!” The jailer screamed, stomping off to interrogate Liz again. Mao smiled to herself after the door closed. She hadn’t thought her plan all the way through, taking too long to instill terror in the woman. But she had new plans. If Liz was just a pawn then there were bigger, richer criminals out there and Mao was just patient and brave enough now to wait. After all, it was only a matter of time before they were caught, and these walls were filthy.
Part 2 can be found on DeviantArt here: https://www.deviantart.com/kabble/art/From-Mouse-to-Monster-part-2-896676841
Part 2 can be found on DeviantArt here: https://www.deviantart.com/kabble/art/From-Mouse-to-Monster-part-2-896676841
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I wouldn't mind reading part 2, but I can't on Deviantart..Part 2 can be found on DeviantArt here: https://www.deviantart.com/kabble/art/From-Mouse-to-Monster-part-2-896676841
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Published: Nov 1, 2021
Part two of my Mouse to Monster series. Like with part one this was written a long time ago and has not been edited.
Mao knelt on her hands and knees clad in her dingy sleeveless grey tunic and continuously scrubbed at a corner in the stockades. The young Asian woman was starting to feel desperate and hopeless again about her situation. It had been two weeks since her encounter with Elizabeth, the small time thief and robber and so far not one other thief from her circle had been caught. Mao sighed and scrubbed even harder, the unknown splotch on the wall not seeming to budge at all. For two whole weeks she had scoured and attempted to clean the dingy dim dungeon but hadn’t made much progress at all.
“What is taking you so long mouse? What are your ears as thin as your eyes? I said I wanted the WHOLE wall clean!” The jailer yelled and threw a hard kick that connected with Mao’s side, sending her toppling over.
“No sir, sorry sir. I’ll try harder sir.” Mao wheezed, nodding her head and avoiding eye contact. She rubbed her ribs and sat back up, scrubbing even harder at the stains on the filthy wall. She had to find a way to get out of here. Mao’s run in with the ticklish thief left her on a short high for a few days after, actually managing a smile every now and again. After that however things not only went back to normal, they got worse. While the large man that had actually hired Mao only threatened to beat her, the jailer actually did. The young Asian had bruises on cheek and legs from the constant kicks and now she was going to have one on her ribs to add to her collection.
“Good because if you don’t I’ll make sure you stay down here, not as a servant but as a prisoner. The only reason I’m not doing that already is you’ve managed to make some progress but if you don’t pick up the pace, you’ll pay.” The jailer hissed. “Now keep scrubbing, I have a new prisoner to bring in.”
“Yes sir. Thank you sir.” Mao nodded, not looking away from her wall. About a week ago she had tried to find Elizabeth’s second stash, the one she promised her the first time. It was just her luck however that it had already been found and returned by local boys digging in the dirt. After some time had passed Mao heard a commotion coming down the hallway. It sounded like people yelling and arguing. The large door burst open and in flooded the jailer along with four guards, all struggling to restrain a hooded woman.
“Let me go you rats! I swear I’ll kill every single one of you!” The woman screamed, fighting tooth and nail against her captors.
“Hold her. I said hold her!” The jailer demanded. “And get that damn hood off her head!” One of the guards let go of her arm and reached up, yanking the hood off her head. The feisty woman used this opening to grab the guard by the throat and head butt him in the face. The man grabbed his shattered nose and fell to the floor, crying out in pain.
“Get her! Don’t let her escape!” Another guard yelled and lunged forward, wrapping his arms around the woman from behind. The thief used the pointed heel of her boot to stomp on the man’s foot which made him loosen his grip. Mao watched in astonishment and horror and the woman spun around and bit the man on the neck, riding him down onto the floor. The other two guards recoiled in shock but the jailer just grabbed a large piece of wood from nearby and shoved them out of the way.
“Move you useless dolts!” The big man yelled, running over and smacking the thief in the back of the head with the wood and knocking her out cold. “There! Now chain her up to the wall and get those men to a doctor. And for goodness sake get those boots off of her!” The mousey Asian woman watched the remaining two guards strip the woman of her boots and chained her to the wall, leaving her in her bare feet and her clothes slightly torn from the struggle. After the guards had left and dragged their moaning comrades with them the jailer stood and stared at the unconscious woman. “You’re going to be a fighter for sure, I’ll have to make extra sure to break you early.” He muttered then turned his attention to Mao. The servant quickly looked away and went back to scrubbing the walls and floor with reckless abandon. Mao continued to clean and brush the stockade, trying to ignore the moans and groans of the few other prisoners. Night time finally came and Mao stood up and grabbed her supplies, heading towards the door.
“I am done for today sir. I’ll continue tomorrow.” She said softly and bowed her head before turning to leave.
“Woah where do you think you’re going mouse? You’re not leaving here until I’m satisfied the whole room is clean!” The jailer growled, grabbing Mao by the arm and throwing her backwards. “From now on you stay here. You eat here, you sleep here, you do EVERYTHING here and you don’t leave until I let you.” Mao nodded her head and bowed a few times, recoiling away into a corner and scrubbing at the floor. A few hours later the jailer left and locked the door, forcing Mao to curl up in a corner and gently cry herself to sleep.
Mao was awoken the next morning to the sound of yelps and grunts. She opened her eyes and looked over to see it was now morning and the jailer was whipping the new thief woman. She was turned so she was facing the wall and was forced to endure the whip cracking across her back. This prisoner was though however, she didn’t scream or cry out when the whip made contact, instead she just let out the occasional groan through gritted teeth. Mao continued to clean and scrub, wincing at every crack of the whip behind her. It was late into the night by the time the jailer left again, locking the door behind him with a clink. The small Asian woman waited until she was sure he was gone then made her way over to the chained woman.
“Are you ok?” She whispered while reaching out to put an arm on the thief’s shoulder.
“Don’t touch me.” The woman hissed, lashing out at the servant. Mao gasped and jumped back. She looked at the woman for a few moments then reached out again, all she wanted was to make sure the woman was ok. After being lashed at again however she gave up and decided to find a place to sleep. This cycle continued for the next few days, Mao forced to endure listening to the thief be put through different tortures from more whippings to beatings. The next night Mao worked up the courage to try and talk to the woman again. She grabbed a candle from nearby and slowly walked over to the thief. The woman was now restrained in some kind of bondage device, she was forced to kneel on the floor with her legs spread wide, her wrists were cuffed and attached to a pole above her head so her arms were in a Y position. Her knees and ankles were also attached to poles and cuffed so they weren’t able to move.
“Hello? Miss are you alive?” Mao asked hesitantly, reaching out towards the woman.
“Don’t touch me.” The thief hissed again, keeping her head hung low.
“I’m sorry, I’m just trying to help.” Mao whispered, pulling her hand back. “Please let me help.” Mao reached out slowly once again and lifted the woman’s face, no retaliation coming this time. The thief looked up at Mao with piercing green eyes, her blonde hair reaching the base of her neck was dirty and frazzled.
“If you want to help then why do you just sit there and ignore me while that oversized pig tortures me?” The woman hissed, shooting Mao an angry look.
“I’m sorry. I’m just a servant. I don’t think I could stop him even if I wanted to. Besides if I speak up he’ll beat me too and he’s threatened to make me a prisoner here so I just clean the room and hopefully one day he’ll let me leave.” Mao explained sadly, kneeling down and looking kindly at the woman.
“Weak.” The thief spat, returning Mao’s kind look with one of disgust. “You’re like all the other women, afraid of the men that surround you. Doing whatever they say, letting them beat you. It’s pathetic.” Mao frowned and nodded her head sadly.
“It’s true, I do listen to whatever they tell me, but it’s only to survive. In my home country women are looked down on too but the men do not beat us, not like this. I’m sorry it’s just I’m so small and weak, that’s why they call me the yellow mouse.” Mao explained, remembering what her life was like before coming to this hell.
“Figures, mouse, a weak name for a weak woman. They call me Squelch.” The thief said proudly.
“Squelch?”
“That’s right, because it’s the last noise you hear before I slit your throat and take all your money.” The woman grinned.
“Squelch, I recognize that name. I’ve heard it before. You used to be a noble, then your family became poor and now you go and murder and rob other nobles.” Mao gasped, recognizing the horrible nickname.
“That’s right, after my uncle tarnished our name and had our family cast to the streets I turned to crime. OW! What are you doing?” Squelch hissed when she felt Mao touch her back.
“I’m cleaning your wounds. I may not be brave enough to save you from the jailer but I can help clean your wounds so they don’t get infected as fast.” Mao explained, gently taking a cloth and wiping Squelch’s back. She could feel the woman’s muscles tighten whenever she touched a new cut. The thief’s robe had been almost ripped to shreds, her toned body visible through the tears.
“Fine but don’t think this will change my opinion of you mouse. I hate people like you, too soft to do what’s right for yourself.” Squelch sneered. Mao finished cleaning the wounds on the woman’s back and crept off to find a place to sleep. The next few nights Mao helped clean Squelch’s wounds, waiting until the jailer had left. Mao watched the next day as Squelch was beaten yet again but still Mao kept quiet and scrubbed the walls. The night before she had ripped off a piece of the front of the thief’s robs to use to wrap around a burn from a hot knife on the woman’s arm. This however worked against Squelch the next day, a good portion of her ribs and toned stomach exposed.
“Where is your hideout?” The jailer questioned, using a cane to beat the left side of Squelch’s ribcage.
“Go fuck yourself.” The thief wheezed. The jailer growled and smacked the woman across the head with the cane, knocking her out cold. Mao continued to scrub, feeling bad for the woman but still remained quiet. “Listen here mouse, I know it was you that wrapped her arm. The guards wouldn’t do that. If I catch you talking or interacting with any of the prisoners I’ll beat you until you can’t walk anymore.” The jailer threatened and left for the night.
“Are you alright?” Mao asked as she unwrapped the cloth from Squelch’s arm and flipping it over.
“I’m fine.” Squelch lied, looking away in shame.
“You’re covered in blood. Here let me clean you off.” Mao offered, taking a rag and wiping blood from the prisoner’s forehead. “So you said you were good at being a thief?” She asked, looking at the small cut where squelch was hit in the face.
“That’s right. I made more money robbing people then I had as a noble.” Mao paused, if that was true she could be Mao’s way home.
“How did you get caught?” Mao asked softly, moving to wipe Squelch’s legs.
“One of the other thief’s sold me out. Told them where I hid the bodies. Damn that Liz, I thought she was better than that.” Squelch hissed. Mao froze. So Squelch was part of Liz’s circle of thieves. Mao glanced over at the woman who was still restrained in the same position she had been for the past few days and bit her lip. She slowly reached over and poked Squelch gently in the underarm but got no reaction. Mao frowned and moved to Squelch’s other side, wiping her leg while reaching up and tracing a finger down the woman’s bare upper arm. “What are you doing?” The thief asked, noticing the soft touch on her arm.
“Nothing, sorry.” Mao said quickly. Just one more spot to try. The thin Asian servant sat up and wiped Squelch’s ribs, cleaning off some of the dirt. The woman however didn’t even bat an eyelash and Mao let a sigh of relief. It was true she had been waiting for one of Liz’ friends to get captured so she could try tickling on them but Squelch had been through enough and Mao was glad to see she wasn’t ticklish. “I’m going to clean your feet.” Mao said, picking up a brush and dipping it in her bucket of water.
“No. You don’t have to. They’ll be fine.” Squelch said quickly as her foot gave an involuntary flinch.
“Please let me help. You’re starting to get sores and if I don’t clean them your feet will surely get infected.” Mao insisted, using the brush on Squelch’s right foot by her toes. “So what is your real name? I don’t like calling you Squelch, it makes me uncomfortable.” Mao asked, slowly scrubbing her way down the foot.
“Thea, and please mouse my feet will be fine.” Squelch said, a hint of strain in her voice.
“Thea? My name’s Mao.” The Asian woman said, moving the brush to Thea’s right arch.
“EEEK! DON’T’!” Thea gasped, scrunching up her foot. Mao paused, surely it wasn’t what she thought. She must have hit a sore.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’ll clean your left foot, no sores there yet.” Mao apologized and switched feet, scrubbing Squelch’s left arch.
“EEK! Mahao no feet!” the thief grunted, pulling on her left foot now. Mao paused again.
No. Don’t think about it. Mao said in her head, standing up and leaving Thea’s feet alone.
“Ok, I’ll clean your stomach then.” Mao nodded, moving the brush towards Thea’s exposed toned stomach.
“NO! You will not clean my tummy! In fact stop that all together!” The prisoner demanded loudly.
“I-I’m only trying to help.” Mao squeaked, reaching over again.
“I don’t care! Don’t touch my stomach, it’s too……..sensitive.” Thea argued, mumbling over the last word. Mao however heard exactly what she had said, a small jolt of electricity shooting up her spine.
“Sensitive? As in t-t-ticklish?” Mao stuttered, closing her eyes and praying for Thea to say no.
“Fine. Yes, extremely! But that doesn’t matter. I’m done with you and your “help.” Leave me alone you stupid mouse! I’ll figure out a way to survive on my own.” Thea hissed. Mao frowned deeply and shook her head.
No. Don’t do it. She’s been through enough. She’s not trying to be mean to you. Mao demanded in her head.
“Please, Thea. I WANT to help you! You can’t survive for much longer staying quiet like this.” Mao whispered, reaching out to the thief again.
“I don’t care! I’d rather go through any torture and die before taking any more help from a weak willed, pathetic, yellow, squinty eyed bitch like you! I hope you DO get turned into a prisoner. I hope he does to you what he’s done to me!” Thea snapped. Mao began to cry quietly to herself and walked away, laying on the cold floor and trying to fall asleep.
She doesn’t care about you. She’s not nice at all. In fact she’s just like all the others. They see me as weak, as nothing. I may be weak but I know of one thing I can do to teach her to be nicer! Mao thought angrily in her head and came up with her plan for the next night.
“One more night you useless woman! I’ll give you one more night and if this place isn’t clean I’m locking you up!” The jailer roared, slamming the door behind him and locking up for the night.
“Finally, you’re going to get what you deserve mouse.” Thea spat, a cocky smile growing on her face. That smile soon turned to fear however when she felt Mao kneel down behind her and place her nails on her bare stomach. “W-what are you doing? I told you I don’t want your help!” Thea stammered, her stomach muscles tightening. Thea desperately turned her head from side to side trying to see Mao, her blonde hair whipping around.
“You said you knew Elizabeth, Liz. The thief who slept with men and stole from them right? You said she was the one who told them where to find you.” Mao said softly, keeping her fingers resting against Thea’s abs.
“That’s right, why? What does it matter to you?” Thea growled, trying to ignore the prickling sensation on her stomach, her green eyes showing signs of worry.
“I have a secret. I’m the one who broke Liz. I was sent here to clean when she was prisoned here. I made her tell me where her secondary stash was. I almost had her tell me where the main one was too but I took too long before the jailer came back.” Mao said a little louder.
“You? There’s no way someone like YOU broke her. She may have not been as strong as me or the others but she would never tell you anything.” Thea hissed. Mao grew angrier and leaned in behind Thea’s ear.
“I did and I’ll show you how. Like this.” She whispered and began to lightly skitter her nails over Thea’s lower tummy near her waist. The prisoner gave a sharp buck when she felt the free woman’s slender fingers starting to move.
“T-t-tihickling? Y-y-y-you tickled heheher?” Thea stammered and tittered, beginning to fidget around in her bonds.
“That’s right. I found out adults stay ticklish once they grow up. So I did, I tickled her. I tickled her all over until she begged me to stop. Like I said I almost got her to tell me where her main stash is. I learned this time though. I’ll be quicker with you. So tell me Thea, where’s YOUR stash?” Mao asked, spidering her fingers back and forth along the bottom of Thea’s tummy.
“Ngh! Noho! I-I won’t tehell youhehee!” Thea said, turning her head to the side as a few giggles escaped her mouth.
“You will tell me because I’m going to tickle you until you do.” Mao said a little louder this time, the rush of adrenaline she felt with Liz starting to rise back up again with Thea. The thief closed her eyes and tried to block out the tickling sensations but it became increasingly difficult when Mao’s fingers began to crawl their way up her tummy.
“Nohohehee! D-d-dohohont tihihckle up! Mohohohouse! MahahAHAHAHAO! PleheHEHEASE! PLEHEHEHASE STOHOP! MAO STHAHAHAAP! STHAHAHAP TIHIHICKLING HAHAHAHAHHAAHAA!” Thea fought for as long as she could but the further up her thin flexing tummy Mao’s hands traveled the more it tickled and the harder and louder she laughed.
“Tell me Thea. Just tell me where the stash is.” Mao asked, her fingers skittering up to the center of Thea’s stomach. The poor woman was in hysterics now, yanking on her arms and legs as she tried to suck in her stomach.
“NOHOHOHOAHAHAHAA! NEHEHEEHEHVER! I WOHOHONT! I WOHHHONT!” Thea cackled, howling in ticklish laughter, her tummy dancing and jumping from side to side. Mao continued to skitter her fingers up and down Thea’s slim stomach for an entire hour, asking her periodically where her stash was but the woman stayed strong despite her laughter. “I TOHOOHOLD YOU! NOHOHOAHAHHAA! STAHAHAHAAP THIHICKLING MY TUHUHMMY! HHAHAHAHHAHAHA! Thea roared. Mao stopped for a second and thought. She could continue with tickling Thea’s stomach but it didn’t seem like that was going to break her in time. That’s when Mao remembered the woman’s reaction when she scrubbed her feet.
“Ok I’ll stop tickling your tummy. How about it tickle your feet instead then?” Mao said, hoping that would break the woman. She spent the next hour scrubbing both arches with her brush since that seemed to be the only part of Thea’s feet that were ticklish. The prisoner laughed and shrieked, scrunching and flexing both feet, the wrinkles in her arches protecting them a little bit. Mao stopped again to think. There had to be a way, something she could do to make Thea tell her where her stash was. She was obviously much more ticklish than Liz was but her will was that much stronger as well.
“Please. Please stop tickling me.” Thea gasped, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. “I’ll apologize. I’m sorry for calling you weak. Please just don’t tickle me anymore.” Thea huffed. Mao shook her head, maybe this was all in vain. Maybe she did deserve to be a prisoner here.
No. Don’t think like that. You broke Liz. Remember that feeling? That feeling of power as she screamed and struggled under your fingers. That felt good. This feels good too. I CAN break Thea, I just have to think how and quick. Mao thought to herself reassuringly. If only there was a way to tickle both Thea’s stomach and feet at the same time. But Mao needed both hands to be able to tickle her stomach and make her laugh hard enough. What else was there? That’s when Mao thought of an idea. She didn’t know if it would work but she had to give it a shot if she wanted to escape from here.
“This is your last chance. Tell me where your stash of loot is or I’ll tickle you so bad you’ll be sorry.” Mao said confidently. This was her last shot, if this didn’t work she was doomed to a life of being tortured until she died.
“Go to hell squinty eyed bitch! I won’t tell you anything!” Thea yelled, giving one last show of confidence.
“Then you’ll laugh until they pull me off of you.” Mao growled. Before Thea knew it Mao had reached around and started to tickle her stomach again, switching techniques and trying to squeeze and dig instead of just skitter. That wasn’t all however, she felt another tickling sensation run up her body a second later. Her feet! Mao was scrubbing her feet with that damned brush! But how? Both of Mao’s hands were roving across her tummy. Little did she know Mao had come up with an idea. She had taken the rope she used as a belt off and tied the brush to the bottom of her right foot. No one knew this but Mao was actually pretty flexible so all she had to do was angle her foot and she could use it to scrub across Thea’s feet while her hands tickled her tummy.
“NOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HOHOHOW? HOHOHOW AAHHARE YOU TIHIHICKLING BOHOHOTH? STHAHAHAHAHAHHAAP! PLEHEHEHASE STHAHAHAP!” Thea screamed, wiggling her hips from side to side and pulling on her ankles. Another hour passed and Mao was still tickling away. She learned that if she wiggled a finger deep into Thea’s round bellybutton while kneading her tummy like a kitten that the woman would laugh so hard that she couldn’t even beg. There was only about twenty minutes left until the jailer came back and Mao almost had her. She just needed one more small push.
Think. THINK! Mao yelled in her head, tickling as fast and as hard as she could would she racked her brain. One memory came to her brain, one of the things that she hated having her mother do when she was younger and it was her last shot. Mao continued her assault on Thea’s tummy, bellybutton, and arches and leaned her head down. She took a deep breath, pushed her lips together and blew.
“PFFFFFFFFFFFT! Num num num!” Mao blew the biggest raspberry she could on Thea’s soft thin side and nibbled her teeth too. She did it again and again, praying Thea would finally give in. After ten minutes Mao finally heard it.
“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAAH! AAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAY! OKAHAHAY! MEHEHEHEHHEHEHRCY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAA!” Thea screamed, laughing hysterical uncontrollable belly laughs. Mao stopped and let her breathe.
“Where? Where’s your stash?” Mao demanded frantically.
“In my old home! Under the floorboards! Beneath my bed!” Thea gasped, tears streaming down her face. Just then the door swung open and the jailer walked in.
“What the hell was all that noise? It sounded like screaming! What did you do?” The jailer asked angrily, raising his hand in the air.
“No! I’m done being hit, being abused and yelled at! I’m done scrubbing your stupid walls and your stupid floors! I did it! I made her tell me where her stash is.” Mao yelled, her voice louder than even she expected. “I’m not going to tell you how I did it. But I’ll make you a deal jailer. Leave me as a free woman and I’ll tell you where the loot is. Better yet. I’ll show you where it is, we split it then turn the rest in.” Mao offered, standing tall and firm.
“What you think I’ll let you go because you broke ONE criminal? That’s not good enough. She may be higher up then Elizabeth but she’s still on the lower end of the pole. I’ll tell you what I’ll do. If you can get her to say where the next meeting of their thieves guild is, I’ll split half the loot 25/75 with you and let you go free.” The jailer offered, impressed with the little mouse’s courage.
“Fine.” Mao nodded. “Come back in two hours and you’ll have the location.”
“No! Don’t! Don’t leave me in here alone with her! Please! I’ll give you the location of two stashes! PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME WITH HER!” Thea begged. The jailer looked from Mao to the thief and back again.
“Fine.” He grunted. “You have two hours, if you don’t get the information the deal is off.” The large man turned and walked away, closing and locking the door behind him.
“Two hours. I can work with two hours.” Mao nodded, turning back to Thea and giving an evil grin. “Now Squelch, where were we?” She asked, wiggling her fingers in midair.
“NO! YOU CAN’T! PLEASE NO! MONSTER! MOHOHOHOHOHOHONSTER HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHHAA!”
From Mouse to Monster part 2
By kabblePublished: Nov 1, 2021
Part two of my Mouse to Monster series. Like with part one this was written a long time ago and has not been edited.
Mao knelt on her hands and knees clad in her dingy sleeveless grey tunic and continuously scrubbed at a corner in the stockades. The young Asian woman was starting to feel desperate and hopeless again about her situation. It had been two weeks since her encounter with Elizabeth, the small time thief and robber and so far not one other thief from her circle had been caught. Mao sighed and scrubbed even harder, the unknown splotch on the wall not seeming to budge at all. For two whole weeks she had scoured and attempted to clean the dingy dim dungeon but hadn’t made much progress at all.
“What is taking you so long mouse? What are your ears as thin as your eyes? I said I wanted the WHOLE wall clean!” The jailer yelled and threw a hard kick that connected with Mao’s side, sending her toppling over.
“No sir, sorry sir. I’ll try harder sir.” Mao wheezed, nodding her head and avoiding eye contact. She rubbed her ribs and sat back up, scrubbing even harder at the stains on the filthy wall. She had to find a way to get out of here. Mao’s run in with the ticklish thief left her on a short high for a few days after, actually managing a smile every now and again. After that however things not only went back to normal, they got worse. While the large man that had actually hired Mao only threatened to beat her, the jailer actually did. The young Asian had bruises on cheek and legs from the constant kicks and now she was going to have one on her ribs to add to her collection.
“Good because if you don’t I’ll make sure you stay down here, not as a servant but as a prisoner. The only reason I’m not doing that already is you’ve managed to make some progress but if you don’t pick up the pace, you’ll pay.” The jailer hissed. “Now keep scrubbing, I have a new prisoner to bring in.”
“Yes sir. Thank you sir.” Mao nodded, not looking away from her wall. About a week ago she had tried to find Elizabeth’s second stash, the one she promised her the first time. It was just her luck however that it had already been found and returned by local boys digging in the dirt. After some time had passed Mao heard a commotion coming down the hallway. It sounded like people yelling and arguing. The large door burst open and in flooded the jailer along with four guards, all struggling to restrain a hooded woman.
“Let me go you rats! I swear I’ll kill every single one of you!” The woman screamed, fighting tooth and nail against her captors.
“Hold her. I said hold her!” The jailer demanded. “And get that damn hood off her head!” One of the guards let go of her arm and reached up, yanking the hood off her head. The feisty woman used this opening to grab the guard by the throat and head butt him in the face. The man grabbed his shattered nose and fell to the floor, crying out in pain.
“Get her! Don’t let her escape!” Another guard yelled and lunged forward, wrapping his arms around the woman from behind. The thief used the pointed heel of her boot to stomp on the man’s foot which made him loosen his grip. Mao watched in astonishment and horror and the woman spun around and bit the man on the neck, riding him down onto the floor. The other two guards recoiled in shock but the jailer just grabbed a large piece of wood from nearby and shoved them out of the way.
“Move you useless dolts!” The big man yelled, running over and smacking the thief in the back of the head with the wood and knocking her out cold. “There! Now chain her up to the wall and get those men to a doctor. And for goodness sake get those boots off of her!” The mousey Asian woman watched the remaining two guards strip the woman of her boots and chained her to the wall, leaving her in her bare feet and her clothes slightly torn from the struggle. After the guards had left and dragged their moaning comrades with them the jailer stood and stared at the unconscious woman. “You’re going to be a fighter for sure, I’ll have to make extra sure to break you early.” He muttered then turned his attention to Mao. The servant quickly looked away and went back to scrubbing the walls and floor with reckless abandon. Mao continued to clean and brush the stockade, trying to ignore the moans and groans of the few other prisoners. Night time finally came and Mao stood up and grabbed her supplies, heading towards the door.
“I am done for today sir. I’ll continue tomorrow.” She said softly and bowed her head before turning to leave.
“Woah where do you think you’re going mouse? You’re not leaving here until I’m satisfied the whole room is clean!” The jailer growled, grabbing Mao by the arm and throwing her backwards. “From now on you stay here. You eat here, you sleep here, you do EVERYTHING here and you don’t leave until I let you.” Mao nodded her head and bowed a few times, recoiling away into a corner and scrubbing at the floor. A few hours later the jailer left and locked the door, forcing Mao to curl up in a corner and gently cry herself to sleep.
Mao was awoken the next morning to the sound of yelps and grunts. She opened her eyes and looked over to see it was now morning and the jailer was whipping the new thief woman. She was turned so she was facing the wall and was forced to endure the whip cracking across her back. This prisoner was though however, she didn’t scream or cry out when the whip made contact, instead she just let out the occasional groan through gritted teeth. Mao continued to clean and scrub, wincing at every crack of the whip behind her. It was late into the night by the time the jailer left again, locking the door behind him with a clink. The small Asian woman waited until she was sure he was gone then made her way over to the chained woman.
“Are you ok?” She whispered while reaching out to put an arm on the thief’s shoulder.
“Don’t touch me.” The woman hissed, lashing out at the servant. Mao gasped and jumped back. She looked at the woman for a few moments then reached out again, all she wanted was to make sure the woman was ok. After being lashed at again however she gave up and decided to find a place to sleep. This cycle continued for the next few days, Mao forced to endure listening to the thief be put through different tortures from more whippings to beatings. The next night Mao worked up the courage to try and talk to the woman again. She grabbed a candle from nearby and slowly walked over to the thief. The woman was now restrained in some kind of bondage device, she was forced to kneel on the floor with her legs spread wide, her wrists were cuffed and attached to a pole above her head so her arms were in a Y position. Her knees and ankles were also attached to poles and cuffed so they weren’t able to move.
“Hello? Miss are you alive?” Mao asked hesitantly, reaching out towards the woman.
“Don’t touch me.” The thief hissed again, keeping her head hung low.
“I’m sorry, I’m just trying to help.” Mao whispered, pulling her hand back. “Please let me help.” Mao reached out slowly once again and lifted the woman’s face, no retaliation coming this time. The thief looked up at Mao with piercing green eyes, her blonde hair reaching the base of her neck was dirty and frazzled.
“If you want to help then why do you just sit there and ignore me while that oversized pig tortures me?” The woman hissed, shooting Mao an angry look.
“I’m sorry. I’m just a servant. I don’t think I could stop him even if I wanted to. Besides if I speak up he’ll beat me too and he’s threatened to make me a prisoner here so I just clean the room and hopefully one day he’ll let me leave.” Mao explained sadly, kneeling down and looking kindly at the woman.
“Weak.” The thief spat, returning Mao’s kind look with one of disgust. “You’re like all the other women, afraid of the men that surround you. Doing whatever they say, letting them beat you. It’s pathetic.” Mao frowned and nodded her head sadly.
“It’s true, I do listen to whatever they tell me, but it’s only to survive. In my home country women are looked down on too but the men do not beat us, not like this. I’m sorry it’s just I’m so small and weak, that’s why they call me the yellow mouse.” Mao explained, remembering what her life was like before coming to this hell.
“Figures, mouse, a weak name for a weak woman. They call me Squelch.” The thief said proudly.
“Squelch?”
“That’s right, because it’s the last noise you hear before I slit your throat and take all your money.” The woman grinned.
“Squelch, I recognize that name. I’ve heard it before. You used to be a noble, then your family became poor and now you go and murder and rob other nobles.” Mao gasped, recognizing the horrible nickname.
“That’s right, after my uncle tarnished our name and had our family cast to the streets I turned to crime. OW! What are you doing?” Squelch hissed when she felt Mao touch her back.
“I’m cleaning your wounds. I may not be brave enough to save you from the jailer but I can help clean your wounds so they don’t get infected as fast.” Mao explained, gently taking a cloth and wiping Squelch’s back. She could feel the woman’s muscles tighten whenever she touched a new cut. The thief’s robe had been almost ripped to shreds, her toned body visible through the tears.
“Fine but don’t think this will change my opinion of you mouse. I hate people like you, too soft to do what’s right for yourself.” Squelch sneered. Mao finished cleaning the wounds on the woman’s back and crept off to find a place to sleep. The next few nights Mao helped clean Squelch’s wounds, waiting until the jailer had left. Mao watched the next day as Squelch was beaten yet again but still Mao kept quiet and scrubbed the walls. The night before she had ripped off a piece of the front of the thief’s robs to use to wrap around a burn from a hot knife on the woman’s arm. This however worked against Squelch the next day, a good portion of her ribs and toned stomach exposed.
“Where is your hideout?” The jailer questioned, using a cane to beat the left side of Squelch’s ribcage.
“Go fuck yourself.” The thief wheezed. The jailer growled and smacked the woman across the head with the cane, knocking her out cold. Mao continued to scrub, feeling bad for the woman but still remained quiet. “Listen here mouse, I know it was you that wrapped her arm. The guards wouldn’t do that. If I catch you talking or interacting with any of the prisoners I’ll beat you until you can’t walk anymore.” The jailer threatened and left for the night.
“Are you alright?” Mao asked as she unwrapped the cloth from Squelch’s arm and flipping it over.
“I’m fine.” Squelch lied, looking away in shame.
“You’re covered in blood. Here let me clean you off.” Mao offered, taking a rag and wiping blood from the prisoner’s forehead. “So you said you were good at being a thief?” She asked, looking at the small cut where squelch was hit in the face.
“That’s right. I made more money robbing people then I had as a noble.” Mao paused, if that was true she could be Mao’s way home.
“How did you get caught?” Mao asked softly, moving to wipe Squelch’s legs.
“One of the other thief’s sold me out. Told them where I hid the bodies. Damn that Liz, I thought she was better than that.” Squelch hissed. Mao froze. So Squelch was part of Liz’s circle of thieves. Mao glanced over at the woman who was still restrained in the same position she had been for the past few days and bit her lip. She slowly reached over and poked Squelch gently in the underarm but got no reaction. Mao frowned and moved to Squelch’s other side, wiping her leg while reaching up and tracing a finger down the woman’s bare upper arm. “What are you doing?” The thief asked, noticing the soft touch on her arm.
“Nothing, sorry.” Mao said quickly. Just one more spot to try. The thin Asian servant sat up and wiped Squelch’s ribs, cleaning off some of the dirt. The woman however didn’t even bat an eyelash and Mao let a sigh of relief. It was true she had been waiting for one of Liz’ friends to get captured so she could try tickling on them but Squelch had been through enough and Mao was glad to see she wasn’t ticklish. “I’m going to clean your feet.” Mao said, picking up a brush and dipping it in her bucket of water.
“No. You don’t have to. They’ll be fine.” Squelch said quickly as her foot gave an involuntary flinch.
“Please let me help. You’re starting to get sores and if I don’t clean them your feet will surely get infected.” Mao insisted, using the brush on Squelch’s right foot by her toes. “So what is your real name? I don’t like calling you Squelch, it makes me uncomfortable.” Mao asked, slowly scrubbing her way down the foot.
“Thea, and please mouse my feet will be fine.” Squelch said, a hint of strain in her voice.
“Thea? My name’s Mao.” The Asian woman said, moving the brush to Thea’s right arch.
“EEEK! DON’T’!” Thea gasped, scrunching up her foot. Mao paused, surely it wasn’t what she thought. She must have hit a sore.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’ll clean your left foot, no sores there yet.” Mao apologized and switched feet, scrubbing Squelch’s left arch.
“EEK! Mahao no feet!” the thief grunted, pulling on her left foot now. Mao paused again.
No. Don’t think about it. Mao said in her head, standing up and leaving Thea’s feet alone.
“Ok, I’ll clean your stomach then.” Mao nodded, moving the brush towards Thea’s exposed toned stomach.
“NO! You will not clean my tummy! In fact stop that all together!” The prisoner demanded loudly.
“I-I’m only trying to help.” Mao squeaked, reaching over again.
“I don’t care! Don’t touch my stomach, it’s too……..sensitive.” Thea argued, mumbling over the last word. Mao however heard exactly what she had said, a small jolt of electricity shooting up her spine.
“Sensitive? As in t-t-ticklish?” Mao stuttered, closing her eyes and praying for Thea to say no.
“Fine. Yes, extremely! But that doesn’t matter. I’m done with you and your “help.” Leave me alone you stupid mouse! I’ll figure out a way to survive on my own.” Thea hissed. Mao frowned deeply and shook her head.
No. Don’t do it. She’s been through enough. She’s not trying to be mean to you. Mao demanded in her head.
“Please, Thea. I WANT to help you! You can’t survive for much longer staying quiet like this.” Mao whispered, reaching out to the thief again.
“I don’t care! I’d rather go through any torture and die before taking any more help from a weak willed, pathetic, yellow, squinty eyed bitch like you! I hope you DO get turned into a prisoner. I hope he does to you what he’s done to me!” Thea snapped. Mao began to cry quietly to herself and walked away, laying on the cold floor and trying to fall asleep.
She doesn’t care about you. She’s not nice at all. In fact she’s just like all the others. They see me as weak, as nothing. I may be weak but I know of one thing I can do to teach her to be nicer! Mao thought angrily in her head and came up with her plan for the next night.
“One more night you useless woman! I’ll give you one more night and if this place isn’t clean I’m locking you up!” The jailer roared, slamming the door behind him and locking up for the night.
“Finally, you’re going to get what you deserve mouse.” Thea spat, a cocky smile growing on her face. That smile soon turned to fear however when she felt Mao kneel down behind her and place her nails on her bare stomach. “W-what are you doing? I told you I don’t want your help!” Thea stammered, her stomach muscles tightening. Thea desperately turned her head from side to side trying to see Mao, her blonde hair whipping around.
“You said you knew Elizabeth, Liz. The thief who slept with men and stole from them right? You said she was the one who told them where to find you.” Mao said softly, keeping her fingers resting against Thea’s abs.
“That’s right, why? What does it matter to you?” Thea growled, trying to ignore the prickling sensation on her stomach, her green eyes showing signs of worry.
“I have a secret. I’m the one who broke Liz. I was sent here to clean when she was prisoned here. I made her tell me where her secondary stash was. I almost had her tell me where the main one was too but I took too long before the jailer came back.” Mao said a little louder.
“You? There’s no way someone like YOU broke her. She may have not been as strong as me or the others but she would never tell you anything.” Thea hissed. Mao grew angrier and leaned in behind Thea’s ear.
“I did and I’ll show you how. Like this.” She whispered and began to lightly skitter her nails over Thea’s lower tummy near her waist. The prisoner gave a sharp buck when she felt the free woman’s slender fingers starting to move.
“T-t-tihickling? Y-y-y-you tickled heheher?” Thea stammered and tittered, beginning to fidget around in her bonds.
“That’s right. I found out adults stay ticklish once they grow up. So I did, I tickled her. I tickled her all over until she begged me to stop. Like I said I almost got her to tell me where her main stash is. I learned this time though. I’ll be quicker with you. So tell me Thea, where’s YOUR stash?” Mao asked, spidering her fingers back and forth along the bottom of Thea’s tummy.
“Ngh! Noho! I-I won’t tehell youhehee!” Thea said, turning her head to the side as a few giggles escaped her mouth.
“You will tell me because I’m going to tickle you until you do.” Mao said a little louder this time, the rush of adrenaline she felt with Liz starting to rise back up again with Thea. The thief closed her eyes and tried to block out the tickling sensations but it became increasingly difficult when Mao’s fingers began to crawl their way up her tummy.
“Nohohehee! D-d-dohohont tihihckle up! Mohohohouse! MahahAHAHAHAO! PleheHEHEASE! PLEHEHEHASE STOHOP! MAO STHAHAHAAP! STHAHAHAP TIHIHICKLING HAHAHAHAHHAAHAA!” Thea fought for as long as she could but the further up her thin flexing tummy Mao’s hands traveled the more it tickled and the harder and louder she laughed.
“Tell me Thea. Just tell me where the stash is.” Mao asked, her fingers skittering up to the center of Thea’s stomach. The poor woman was in hysterics now, yanking on her arms and legs as she tried to suck in her stomach.
“NOHOHOHOAHAHAHAA! NEHEHEEHEHVER! I WOHOHONT! I WOHHHONT!” Thea cackled, howling in ticklish laughter, her tummy dancing and jumping from side to side. Mao continued to skitter her fingers up and down Thea’s slim stomach for an entire hour, asking her periodically where her stash was but the woman stayed strong despite her laughter. “I TOHOOHOLD YOU! NOHOHOAHAHHAA! STAHAHAHAAP THIHICKLING MY TUHUHMMY! HHAHAHAHHAHAHA! Thea roared. Mao stopped for a second and thought. She could continue with tickling Thea’s stomach but it didn’t seem like that was going to break her in time. That’s when Mao remembered the woman’s reaction when she scrubbed her feet.
“Ok I’ll stop tickling your tummy. How about it tickle your feet instead then?” Mao said, hoping that would break the woman. She spent the next hour scrubbing both arches with her brush since that seemed to be the only part of Thea’s feet that were ticklish. The prisoner laughed and shrieked, scrunching and flexing both feet, the wrinkles in her arches protecting them a little bit. Mao stopped again to think. There had to be a way, something she could do to make Thea tell her where her stash was. She was obviously much more ticklish than Liz was but her will was that much stronger as well.
“Please. Please stop tickling me.” Thea gasped, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. “I’ll apologize. I’m sorry for calling you weak. Please just don’t tickle me anymore.” Thea huffed. Mao shook her head, maybe this was all in vain. Maybe she did deserve to be a prisoner here.
No. Don’t think like that. You broke Liz. Remember that feeling? That feeling of power as she screamed and struggled under your fingers. That felt good. This feels good too. I CAN break Thea, I just have to think how and quick. Mao thought to herself reassuringly. If only there was a way to tickle both Thea’s stomach and feet at the same time. But Mao needed both hands to be able to tickle her stomach and make her laugh hard enough. What else was there? That’s when Mao thought of an idea. She didn’t know if it would work but she had to give it a shot if she wanted to escape from here.
“This is your last chance. Tell me where your stash of loot is or I’ll tickle you so bad you’ll be sorry.” Mao said confidently. This was her last shot, if this didn’t work she was doomed to a life of being tortured until she died.
“Go to hell squinty eyed bitch! I won’t tell you anything!” Thea yelled, giving one last show of confidence.
“Then you’ll laugh until they pull me off of you.” Mao growled. Before Thea knew it Mao had reached around and started to tickle her stomach again, switching techniques and trying to squeeze and dig instead of just skitter. That wasn’t all however, she felt another tickling sensation run up her body a second later. Her feet! Mao was scrubbing her feet with that damned brush! But how? Both of Mao’s hands were roving across her tummy. Little did she know Mao had come up with an idea. She had taken the rope she used as a belt off and tied the brush to the bottom of her right foot. No one knew this but Mao was actually pretty flexible so all she had to do was angle her foot and she could use it to scrub across Thea’s feet while her hands tickled her tummy.
“NOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HOHOHOW? HOHOHOW AAHHARE YOU TIHIHICKLING BOHOHOTH? STHAHAHAHAHAHHAAP! PLEHEHEHASE STHAHAHAP!” Thea screamed, wiggling her hips from side to side and pulling on her ankles. Another hour passed and Mao was still tickling away. She learned that if she wiggled a finger deep into Thea’s round bellybutton while kneading her tummy like a kitten that the woman would laugh so hard that she couldn’t even beg. There was only about twenty minutes left until the jailer came back and Mao almost had her. She just needed one more small push.
Think. THINK! Mao yelled in her head, tickling as fast and as hard as she could would she racked her brain. One memory came to her brain, one of the things that she hated having her mother do when she was younger and it was her last shot. Mao continued her assault on Thea’s tummy, bellybutton, and arches and leaned her head down. She took a deep breath, pushed her lips together and blew.
“PFFFFFFFFFFFT! Num num num!” Mao blew the biggest raspberry she could on Thea’s soft thin side and nibbled her teeth too. She did it again and again, praying Thea would finally give in. After ten minutes Mao finally heard it.
“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAAH! AAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAY! OKAHAHAY! MEHEHEHEHHEHEHRCY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAA!” Thea screamed, laughing hysterical uncontrollable belly laughs. Mao stopped and let her breathe.
“Where? Where’s your stash?” Mao demanded frantically.
“In my old home! Under the floorboards! Beneath my bed!” Thea gasped, tears streaming down her face. Just then the door swung open and the jailer walked in.
“What the hell was all that noise? It sounded like screaming! What did you do?” The jailer asked angrily, raising his hand in the air.
“No! I’m done being hit, being abused and yelled at! I’m done scrubbing your stupid walls and your stupid floors! I did it! I made her tell me where her stash is.” Mao yelled, her voice louder than even she expected. “I’m not going to tell you how I did it. But I’ll make you a deal jailer. Leave me as a free woman and I’ll tell you where the loot is. Better yet. I’ll show you where it is, we split it then turn the rest in.” Mao offered, standing tall and firm.
“What you think I’ll let you go because you broke ONE criminal? That’s not good enough. She may be higher up then Elizabeth but she’s still on the lower end of the pole. I’ll tell you what I’ll do. If you can get her to say where the next meeting of their thieves guild is, I’ll split half the loot 25/75 with you and let you go free.” The jailer offered, impressed with the little mouse’s courage.
“Fine.” Mao nodded. “Come back in two hours and you’ll have the location.”
“No! Don’t! Don’t leave me in here alone with her! Please! I’ll give you the location of two stashes! PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME WITH HER!” Thea begged. The jailer looked from Mao to the thief and back again.
“Fine.” He grunted. “You have two hours, if you don’t get the information the deal is off.” The large man turned and walked away, closing and locking the door behind him.
“Two hours. I can work with two hours.” Mao nodded, turning back to Thea and giving an evil grin. “Now Squelch, where were we?” She asked, wiggling her fingers in midair.
“NO! YOU CAN’T! PLEASE NO! MONSTER! MOHOHOHOHOHOHONSTER HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHHAA!”
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I wonder why part 3 was never written
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Depression, real life things came up during that time, and also other story ideas that i wanted to focus on more. Then i just kind of just gravitated away from writing all together. I do appreciate your interest in the stories and series though 🙂
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I get it I wrote part 1 of a Kaguya story and couldn't form a sequel properlyDepression, real life things came up during that time, and also other story ideas that i wanted to focus on more. Then i just kind of just gravitated away from writing all together. I do appreciate your interest in the stories and series though 🙂
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Depression, real life things came up during that time, and also other story ideas that i wanted to focus on more. Then i just kind of just gravitated away from writing all together. I do appreciate your interest in the stories and series though 🙂
Yeah, nothing hits harder than life. Also as someone who has been struggling to find motivation to follow through with, and write to completion, even one story, I get it. Writing is no easy task, especially tickle fiction.
Coming up with ideas is easy. I have at least 10 bouncing around in my head most days. Writing them down and following through and actually posting on here is the tough part.
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