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Trying my hand at some erotic fiction. This will be part of what I hope to be a lengthy series of tickling stories. The original idea for this came from me and tickleslavegirl but I have taken upon myself the task of the writing. This intro has not tickling but sets a back story for what will be occurring during the rest of the tale!!! Hope you enjoy.
The time is undetermined. No books record the great destruction that took place at the end of the era of plenty. Cities were leveled, homes destroyed, and continents broken apart. Many died from the bright sky lights that brought the destruction. No one knew where it came from and to this day it remains a mystery.
The few survivors went into hiding and began to destroy one another. Death, rape, and pillaging ran wild amongst the few pockets of humanity remaining. The end of humanity was near when suddenly a great city arose. Many fell asleep one night, to find a grand white city bristling with guns and soldiers, the next. The armies went out and gathered all the local pockets of humanity. Kindness was shown by the soldiers clad in bright white armor but any form of resistance was swiftly snuffed out. One by one the people were led in but they never came out.
Within the city walls, entire territories were possessed. Rolling farmland far as the eye could see were given to those with knowledge of how to grow and provide food for the expanding city. Others were given jobs working in the great weapon factories and taught how to make the weapons required to defend the walls. Each family was given their own home and each was given a hearty ration of food. Days turned into months before turning into years for the people within the walls.
However, after 3 years of peace and prosperity, the city once again hung on the brink of destruction. The leaderless society began to entertain “other” ideas. Ideas of conquest through the shedding of blood and the enslavement of others for the purpose of forced servitude. The lines were drawn and a cataclysmic infight began. Hundreds died within the city and the “ol-fune,” the most warlike of the groups, appeared they would win the day. Bloody battle after bloody battle was won by them without anyone strong enough to stand against them.
Finally, “ol-fine” stood at the great controls used to open the wall of the city. Here they found their last pocket of resistance. A group of monks that kept to themselves. Very few knew of them and even fewer saw them. They were considered a myth but a good omen for those who happened upon them.
Their true name was the “alshown” and they worshiped a series of enlightened divinities and obeyed their divine edicts. For the few who listened the gods fed off those people who worshiped them but did so in order to create a greater society. A society where order and prosperity would be all that is known at the expense of a few that would serve as sustenance to the gods. Their gods is why they had come to vis for the city. And via for the city they would.
Both sides stared each other down. A deafening silence before what was to be a billowing storm. It was the “alshown” who broke the stalemate. They strode forward with purpose in every step. From under their billowing robes they procured strange staff like weapons ending in sharp metal blades. Before a single shot could be fired, they were amongst the crowd of “ol-fune.” Screams and cries of pain range out as they cut a bloody path against all who stood in their way. Bullets and blades could not touch the monks as they continued their dance of death and what a performance it was. A grand stanza of a walt, punctuated by the piercing of flesh, as the monks took no prisoner.
After a mere 2 minutes, the monks stood tall with their robes covered in blood. Limbs and bodies littered the courtyard. The “ol-fune” had been slaughtered with extreme prejudice leaving the victorious monks staring out in the crowd of ordinary citizens.
Finally, one monk removed his cowl from his head. Tan skin shown on his face punctuated by a bald head. “Will you follow the gods ishcse and ishan?” He stepped closer to the audience. “The gods commanded us to fight for this city and we obeyed without question. They do not expect your loyalty as a reward but instead hope to continue with a place where those who wish to can freely worship.” Fire shown in his eyes as he stared into the souls of each person standing in the square. His nostrils flared with passion and his gaze never held anyone longer than the briefest of moments.
“We will not force our beliefs upon the city but if the city pledges themselves to ishcse and ishan we can promise you prosperity for years to come. Our gods do not ask for much. The sacrifice of a few will feed the health and wealth of the many if you will allow it.” He threw both hands up in supplication. “But will you allow it? Will you serve our gods and preserve our ways? Much will be asked of a scarce few of you but once it is expected it cannot be undone. I…..”
He was suddenly interrupted by the roaring approval of the audience and soldier. The promises given to them sounded to good to be true. The people began to chant the health of the gods and their allegiance to them as the monks sat back and allowed the crowd their time of dedication. Finally, the energy of the crowd dies down to a murmur of consent and praise.
Raising his voice again the monk cries out, “I thank you for your dedication. From this year forth every girl, upon her 18th birthday will come to our temple that will be built upon the center of the town. Their each girl will be sorted into the will of the gods. Each decision may be challenged by the mother but, if so done, the mother will face trials to prove her obedience to the gods. If she fails the gods will own her will. I cannot speak of more on this day as the weariness of the flesh is taking hold of me. However, only 10 girls out of each group will be taken to serve as sustenance to the gods within the temple. All others will serve within the temple or they will be allowed to lead their fruitful lives with the gods blessing and power. My brothers and I must now depart to rest and make plans for the upcoming temple that must be built. I thank you for your dedication and promise you will not regret this dedication.” The monks turn and leave as one without another word. However, their minds revolve around the events that had just taken place. All they could think of was the age of laughter had finally begun just as the gods predicted. With hurried steps and tired bodies they retreated to worship one last time before beginning the great work that lies in store upon the morning.
The time is undetermined. No books record the great destruction that took place at the end of the era of plenty. Cities were leveled, homes destroyed, and continents broken apart. Many died from the bright sky lights that brought the destruction. No one knew where it came from and to this day it remains a mystery.
The few survivors went into hiding and began to destroy one another. Death, rape, and pillaging ran wild amongst the few pockets of humanity remaining. The end of humanity was near when suddenly a great city arose. Many fell asleep one night, to find a grand white city bristling with guns and soldiers, the next. The armies went out and gathered all the local pockets of humanity. Kindness was shown by the soldiers clad in bright white armor but any form of resistance was swiftly snuffed out. One by one the people were led in but they never came out.
Within the city walls, entire territories were possessed. Rolling farmland far as the eye could see were given to those with knowledge of how to grow and provide food for the expanding city. Others were given jobs working in the great weapon factories and taught how to make the weapons required to defend the walls. Each family was given their own home and each was given a hearty ration of food. Days turned into months before turning into years for the people within the walls.
However, after 3 years of peace and prosperity, the city once again hung on the brink of destruction. The leaderless society began to entertain “other” ideas. Ideas of conquest through the shedding of blood and the enslavement of others for the purpose of forced servitude. The lines were drawn and a cataclysmic infight began. Hundreds died within the city and the “ol-fune,” the most warlike of the groups, appeared they would win the day. Bloody battle after bloody battle was won by them without anyone strong enough to stand against them.
Finally, “ol-fine” stood at the great controls used to open the wall of the city. Here they found their last pocket of resistance. A group of monks that kept to themselves. Very few knew of them and even fewer saw them. They were considered a myth but a good omen for those who happened upon them.
Their true name was the “alshown” and they worshiped a series of enlightened divinities and obeyed their divine edicts. For the few who listened the gods fed off those people who worshiped them but did so in order to create a greater society. A society where order and prosperity would be all that is known at the expense of a few that would serve as sustenance to the gods. Their gods is why they had come to vis for the city. And via for the city they would.
Both sides stared each other down. A deafening silence before what was to be a billowing storm. It was the “alshown” who broke the stalemate. They strode forward with purpose in every step. From under their billowing robes they procured strange staff like weapons ending in sharp metal blades. Before a single shot could be fired, they were amongst the crowd of “ol-fune.” Screams and cries of pain range out as they cut a bloody path against all who stood in their way. Bullets and blades could not touch the monks as they continued their dance of death and what a performance it was. A grand stanza of a walt, punctuated by the piercing of flesh, as the monks took no prisoner.
After a mere 2 minutes, the monks stood tall with their robes covered in blood. Limbs and bodies littered the courtyard. The “ol-fune” had been slaughtered with extreme prejudice leaving the victorious monks staring out in the crowd of ordinary citizens.
Finally, one monk removed his cowl from his head. Tan skin shown on his face punctuated by a bald head. “Will you follow the gods ishcse and ishan?” He stepped closer to the audience. “The gods commanded us to fight for this city and we obeyed without question. They do not expect your loyalty as a reward but instead hope to continue with a place where those who wish to can freely worship.” Fire shown in his eyes as he stared into the souls of each person standing in the square. His nostrils flared with passion and his gaze never held anyone longer than the briefest of moments.
“We will not force our beliefs upon the city but if the city pledges themselves to ishcse and ishan we can promise you prosperity for years to come. Our gods do not ask for much. The sacrifice of a few will feed the health and wealth of the many if you will allow it.” He threw both hands up in supplication. “But will you allow it? Will you serve our gods and preserve our ways? Much will be asked of a scarce few of you but once it is expected it cannot be undone. I…..”
He was suddenly interrupted by the roaring approval of the audience and soldier. The promises given to them sounded to good to be true. The people began to chant the health of the gods and their allegiance to them as the monks sat back and allowed the crowd their time of dedication. Finally, the energy of the crowd dies down to a murmur of consent and praise.
Raising his voice again the monk cries out, “I thank you for your dedication. From this year forth every girl, upon her 18th birthday will come to our temple that will be built upon the center of the town. Their each girl will be sorted into the will of the gods. Each decision may be challenged by the mother but, if so done, the mother will face trials to prove her obedience to the gods. If she fails the gods will own her will. I cannot speak of more on this day as the weariness of the flesh is taking hold of me. However, only 10 girls out of each group will be taken to serve as sustenance to the gods within the temple. All others will serve within the temple or they will be allowed to lead their fruitful lives with the gods blessing and power. My brothers and I must now depart to rest and make plans for the upcoming temple that must be built. I thank you for your dedication and promise you will not regret this dedication.” The monks turn and leave as one without another word. However, their minds revolve around the events that had just taken place. All they could think of was the age of laughter had finally begun just as the gods predicted. With hurried steps and tired bodies they retreated to worship one last time before beginning the great work that lies in store upon the morning.
