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Prince Thomas had hoped that the storm would subside at some point. The three previous hours were a veritable concerto of thunder, lightning, frantically waving branches and of course, rain. Thomas thought back to the last time that there was a storm this powerful. It had to have been nearly four years ago.
His steed was tired, and so was he. He knew that his status as Prince would all but guarantee him shelter in the first home that he might come across, but it had been so long since he had seen anything resembling a home that he was growing concerned.
The world seemed to be stooped in permanent darkness. Until Thomas saw it…
A light. A flame from a fire. A fire that could be seen on the other side of a window.
It was a cottage.
What luck, Thomas thought. And just about the time that he was ready to give up hope. He guided his steed to the light, dismounting and linking the animal to a post just underneath the hanging roof. The door was wooden but looked sturdy. He knocked, taking a moment to bat at his soaked shirt.
“Who is it out there at this hour?” He heard a female voice ask. The lady of the house, no doubt.
“It is Prince Thomas of Aldorn.” He announced himself. “I am seeking shelter from the storm. If you let me in, the rewards would be substantial.” He stood there for several seconds of silence. He was about to speak up again when the door creaked open. The woman before him was beautiful. Possibly fifteen years older than him, but time had been kind to her figure. The medieval corset that held her slightly loose, white dress to her torso enhanced the size of her already impressive bosom and her black hair was worn up in a way that he had never seen before. Her chestnut eyes were captivating.
“A Prince? But you are old enough to be a king.” She looked him over curiously.
“I am barely into my third decade.” He replied. “My father is the king. Please, may I come in?”
“For certain, my prince.” The comely woman stepped aside, making a path inside for him. He entered and stood rather sheepishly. “I apologize.” The woman told him. “I am not accustomed to being in the company of royalty. I would ask you to remove your garments so that I may tend to you. You must be freezing.” Thomas felt a warmth in his cheeks at the suggestion, but turned his head and collected himself.
“Forgive me, my lady.” He began to strip, removing his shirt and then, his pants. Soon, he was in nothing but his boots, and even those came off as soon as his pants were around his ankles. She brought him a large blanket to wrap himself in. It was dry and quite warm.
“Aldorn is nearly half a day’s ride from here.” The woman commented as she walked him over to a sofa by the fire. “What brings you to this area?”
“Boredom, my lady.” Thomas replied. “Forgive me once again. Where are my manners? I don’t even know your name.”
“Madame will do.” She told him. “Where I come from, I am known as Madame Coo.”
“Very well, Madame.”
“Would you like some hot tea?” She offered. “It’s my own special blend. It will relax and nourish you.”
“That would be lovely.”
Madame Coo made her way over to a stove where she put a kettle on and began to mix elements from various bottles on a nearby counter.
“So tell me, what is so boring about being a prince that you found yourself all the way out here.” She inquired.
“Ladies.” Thomas sighed.
“Ladies bore you?” Madame Coo chuckled. “Are you sure that you aren’t younger than ten?”
“You misunderstand.” Thomas said. “The King, my father, wishes for me to marry. They do not expect him to have more than a few more years with us. He has become obsessed with finding a wife for me. It is almost every other day that I am introduced to some new princess or concubine. Even from rival kingdoms to his own. They are all nice, I suppose. But I am just not interested in them. None of them are able to excite me or arouse either my interests or my loins. The truth is… I feel more powerful on my own. I have no interest in love or sex. It’s as though I am meant to be alone. But what is a king without a queen?”
“I’m afraid it is not my place to say.” Coo poured some steaming liquid into a cup and brought it to the prince. “Be careful, it’s hot.” She took a seat on the sofa a foot or two from him.
“You say that where you come from, you are known as a Madame. May I ask your occupation?” Thomas queried in an attempt to make conversation.
“Some would call me a soothsayer. But I have always preferred the term, fortune teller.” She replied. Thomas scoffed. “Are you a skeptic, my prince?”
“If you are asking whether or not I believe it is possible for a human to accurately predict the future of another, than yes.”
“Then I suppose it would be a waste of time for the both of us for me to offer my services then.” Coo appeared to dismiss the notion at that.
“Well, I mean… what is involved?” Thomas’ curiosity had successfully been piqued. “Do you light candles, or stare at an orb or something?”
“No. I am much more old fashioned in my methods.” She told him. “I go by touch. I read the lines of one’s palms… among other things.”
“So, tell me my future.” Thomas extended his hand.
“I thought you didn’t believe.”
“If I don’t, then nothing is lost.” He reasoned. “I am curious to hear what you have to say anyways.”
“Very well.” Coo took the back of his hand, cupping it in hers. She then gave him an odd smile, and began to drag a finger across his palm. “Your lifeline is long. I venture to guess longer than your father’s.” She looked up and saw a strange smirk on his face and felt him flex the muscles in his hand at her tracing. “You say that you want to spend that time alone. That the opposite sex doesn’t interest you. Whether you believe it or not… this is a lie.”
“Excuse me?”
“I mean no offense, my prince. But the skin does not lie. One’s mouth does.” She explained. “The secrets are in the skin.” She continued to trace random patterns along his palm as he appeared more and more uneasy at the touch. “The truth is that you are afraid of a relationship. You are afraid that somehow, the constant company of a lady will weaken you. You believe that you are strongest alone. But you are not. And yet, strangely, you want to appear strong and powerful, but you also fear responsibility. You do not want to be a king. And you secretly loathe your father for the burden.” She let go of his hand at that last remark.
“What else?” He demanded. “That can’t be it. What will happen to me?”
“I can’t get that from reading your palm.” She shrugged. “There are other methods that would need to be applied and to be honest with you… I don’t know if you could handle it.”
“How dare you question my strengths or weaknesses?” He sounded irritated.
“Oh, I know of a weakness alright.” She rolled her eyes. “And I didn’t have to be a mind reader to pick up on it either.” As she spoke, Thomas felt himself getting very drowsy. The feeling came out of nowhere. “The truth is, I am curious myself. I have been since you came in and removed your clothing for me. So trusting. You say that you don’t believe in my abilities?”
“I…” He was starting to nod off against his will. “I don’t believe in magic.”
“Then believe in science. Nothing in that tea you are drinking is meant to keep you awake for too long. Frankly, I’m amazed that you haven’t fallen asleep ye-”
Thomas sank back into the couch… unconscious.
Thomas could still hear the storm upon awakening. Only now it sounded very faint. To his shock and surprise, he was still nude but even more alarming, he was restrained. He was laying on his back on what had to be the floor of a basement. There was a large cushion for his back and head to rest on though, so he wasn’t too uncomfortable. His wrists and ankles were pulled up, bound together by a rope. From the side, he looked much like a pendulum.
There were many assorted paintings and antiques around the room. Random items that one might accumulate over the years. He ventured to guess that it was the Madame’s basement he was trapped in. He was about to yell for help when she made her presence known.
Madame Coo walked into the room. Her hair was no longer put up. She wore her dark curls down. She was still dressed the same though. He must have not been out for long.
“Relax, you were only asleep for little more than an hour. Long enough for me to make sure that you wouldn’t put much stock into leaving just yet.”
“Keeping me here like this is tantamount to kidnapping!” He shouted. “Let me go at once!”
“You know, I’ve always wondered, why is the crime known as “kidnapping” if the victim is an adult?” She looked down as she made her way over to him. “I mean, you’re not a child, are you?”
“How many times tonight are you going to question my age?” Thomas growled. “Look at me. Do I look like a child to you?”
“I dunno.” Coo merely shrugged her shoulders in response, as if she was still torn on the subject. “If you want to hear the truth, from over here, you somewhat resemble a baby waiting to be changed. Hahaha. Only bigger.”
“I will not stand for any more of your insults.” Thomas warned.
“Is that a threat, my prince?” She raised her eyebrows. “And what exactly are you going to do from there? Swing? Besides, you wanted this. You wanted me to tell you your future, yes?”
“Why on Earth must I be all trussed up for such an experiment?”
“Why, because you are ticklish, or course.” She made the claim so bluntly that he was taken aback by it. “I wouldn’t have thought that was much of a secret.”
“Even if that was true, what would it have to do with you telling me my fortune?”
“Even if it was true?” Coo smiled, amused by his bravado. “Alright, I’ll let you live in your little fantasy world for another moment or so. The point is that I have to touch you. I have to feel your skin in different places. Your palm only tells me so much about your present. Your shoulders or chest might tell me about your past to an extent, but to tell someone’s future, I have to gain access to more… sensitive areas. Some men and women simply can’t take it.”
“But if I am bound, I have no choice in the matter. What if I have changed my mind?”
“What if you have?” She shot back. “I mean, I’ve already gone through all of this work. And you seem to think that you’re not actually ticklish, so what point is there in not taking a peak into what lies in your future? Hmm?” She knelt down on her knees to his right, reaching her left hand between his arms and legs so that he could calmly take hold of him, grabbing his waist with both hands. He tensed and she began to massage the area, probing in and around his hip pockets with her thumbs. It wasn’t long before he was wriggling about and fighting to contain the laughter that caused him to shake.
Thomas was indeed ticklish, despite his earlier claims to the contrary. It was something that he had long tried to keep secret. But it was a secret that he was unable to keep from Madame Coo.
“Let’s see now… VERY ticklish indeed.” She grinned as she rubbed him. “Good days ahead. The immediate future is actually very bright.” She poked and rubbed her thumbs just to the sides of his groin and he cracked.
“BFFFT-Hahahahahahaha…” It had started almost like a couch or a snort, as if in a last ditch effort to avoid laughing, he tried to make it sound like something else.
It didn’t work, though.
“I see money, but that’s hardly telling a prince his future. I may as well tell you that the sun will rise in the morning.” She watched as he gave in to the tickling with audible giggles. “Coochie coochie Coo.” She teased playfully. “You ask why the ropes? This is why the ropes.”
“Stohohohp it!”
“Stop?” She sounded confused but she released him from her grip all the same. “I thought you could endure this? Was I wrong?”
“Yes… I mean…” Thomas suddenly felt as though his manliness had been challenged in some way. He thought back to her repeated jokes about his age and how she clearly thought of him as being infantile in some way. The thought aggravated him.
“We can continue, or I can let you go now.” Madame Coo offered. “If you tell me that you can deal with it it, I won’t give you another chance to back out. I won’t be able to. I understand if being tickled is something that you can’t handle.”
That last comment cut him to the core. He was now determined to prove his mettle.
“I want to hear everything.” He said.
“Very well, my prince.” She placed her fingertips on either side of him once again, this time softly patting his ribs with her fingertips in rhythmic motions. He tensed again, but shut his eyes tightly. “What have we here? You will not face your first real decisions as king for many years yet. His subjects may think the king is not long for this world, but I don’t see you on the throne for nearly a decade. I see that your mother has already passed on. My apologies. Perhaps it was the loss of her that contributed to your supposed inability to feel anything for the fairer sex. I must find out more…” Her fingers crept upwards, finally settling underneath his arms. “Coochie coochie coo…” When she said those words, it sounded teasing, but also as if it was somehow required of her. Those words put another dent in Thomas’ attempts to stay silent.
“Is thahat necessary?”
“Where do you think I get my name?” She asked. “Those words are magical. Any form of tickle talk, really, is going to clear the fog a little bit. Coochie coochie coooo…”
“Hehehehehehehehehehehehehe…”
“That’s it.” She encouraged him. “Gitchy gitchy… ah, I see more now… Your father will soon cease his search for a bride for you.”
“Hahahahahaha whyyy?”
“This is interesting.” She claimed. “You will fall in love with a young woman all on your own. Your marriage will not be an arranged one.”
“Stop.” Thomas commanded and she complied so that he could ask, “How is that possible? I am not interested in women at this point in my life.”
“Not interested in women?” She giggled into her hand. “Well you might want to tell that to your friend.” Confused, Thomas looked down to see his swollen member. It was standing high and at attention. “You’ve been saluting me for at least the last four minutes, my prince. I think it’s because I’m tickling you.”
“That’s… that’s ludicrous!” He couldn’t even accept the possibility. He wasn’t some freak or pervert.
“I think that the results speak for themselves.” Madame Coo asserted. “I do think that I should look a little closer into this though. I wonder if the answers lie… over here…” She touched his knees softly, causing his knees to slightly spasm. “No… it’s not there.” She moved her fingertips ever so slightly higher, to about an inch and a half above his kneecaps, and she squeezed him there on both legs.
“Dah! Hahahahahahahaha…”
“That’s better. Coochie coochie coo…” She squeezed up and down his thighs as if searching him for something. “Oh, this is interesting. The young lady is someone I have met before in my travels. A very lovely lady if I recall. Soft skin… Hair the color of Mahogany… and quite a shapely form if I may say so.”
“Whahahaht’s her name?”
“I am trying to remember.” Madame Coo now tickled directly behind his knees and reacted as if a whole new door of information had been unlocked when Thomas erupted into even more hysteria.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“I remember now. Her name is Lanya.” Madame Coo stopped tickling so that she could process her own discoveries thus far, and to give the prince a slight reprieve. “I met her three years ago. She’s only slightly older than you. But I am having trouble understanding certain details here.”
“What do you mean?”
“I am wondering how the two of you would ever meet? She lives many villages away.” Madame Coo looked down at Thomas with an uneasy smile. He knew what had to happen, and nodded, giving his permission for her to continue. She positioned her fingers like spider legs, and softly tickled his belly.
“GAA-HEHEHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHA HEEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHAHA!”
“Oh, there is much to discover here. Tickle tickle tickle… Coochie coochie cooooo… Come on, my little prince. Give in to the coochie coochies.”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“It won’t be a chance meeting. It is arranged. Not the marriage, but the initial meeting.” Her fingertips splayed in and out over his belly, making him laugh harder than he could remember laughing before. “Kitchy koo. This is very fortunate for you.” She said. “You will fall in love almost at first sight.”
“I don’t understahahahnd.” Thomas said. Madame Coo stopped touching him once again.
“What don’t you understand, my prince?”
“Why is she so special? I have been introduced to so many women. And none of them have even had my attention for more than a few minutes.”
“Except for me, you mean?” Madame Coo suggested. “I saw how you looked at me when I first allowed you into my home. And let’s face it, you are still awake and ready for action down there. I still think that it’s because I have been tickling you. I think that shared intimacy behind the act has struck a nerve in you.”
“I’ve never liked being tickled before! How can this be?”
“Well, when was the last time that you let somebody do it?” Madame Coo pointed out. Thomas couldn’t readily recall. “That’s what I thought. Now, I can take one more look at you’re future and try to discern why Lanya is going to be such a great match for you, but… there’s one tiny little problem.”
“What is that?”
“Well, such a direct question about your immediate future. The answer to what lies before you only can be found in what physically moves you forward. She glanced over to his bare feet and then back at him with a glimmer of concern.
“Maybe there are some things that I don’t really have to know.” Thomas said nervously. “I mean, if it’s going to happen, then it’s going to happen whether I know about it or not.”
“To an extent, my prince, you are correct. However…”
“However what!?”
“However… I am just a little curious myself. And I’m sorry. But I have to know.” Madame Coo brought herself to her feet and stepped in front of him to face his. She heard him gulp and tried not to smile to widely. “I am sorry, but I will lose sleep over something like this.” She brought her fingernails to his insteps and stared there.
“AAAAGH NOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The nails danced so randomly that it was impossible for him to try and ignore the touches.
“Coochie coochie cooooooo…” She teased him again. “There is something about Lanya. I am starting to see it. A talent that she possesses. A skill. She is a… Oh my… it all makes sense now. She is a tickler.”
“A WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA???”
“She has a fascination with tickling. She loves to tickle people. Especially men. She loves to tickle them and make them obedient to her. She is something of a sadist, it seems. Oh, the things that she will do to you in your chambers at night…” Madame Coo was now gently tickling his toes with soft passes of her nails. “Gitchy gitchy goooo… Coochie coochie coooooo… She loved to drag out the last syllables when she teased, as if doing so cemented the sound of her voice even more into his subconscious. “Lanya will take care of you. She will be a wonderful bride. But when you get out of line, she will train you. Turn you into a good little boy. And when she does, you will love it.” Madame Coo finally stopped. Thomas was a mess, sweaty and shiny in the little bit of light that illuminated the room.
“Hey…” Madame Coo leaned down until her face was mere inches from his.
“What?”
“Would you like me to introduce you two?”
Thomas didn’t have to respond audibly. The look on his face told Madame Coo everything that she needed to know…
Prince Thomas had hoped that the storm would subside at some point. The three previous hours were a veritable concerto of thunder, lightning, frantically waving branches and of course, rain. Thomas thought back to the last time that there was a storm this powerful. It had to have been nearly four years ago.
His steed was tired, and so was he. He knew that his status as Prince would all but guarantee him shelter in the first home that he might come across, but it had been so long since he had seen anything resembling a home that he was growing concerned.
The world seemed to be stooped in permanent darkness. Until Thomas saw it…
A light. A flame from a fire. A fire that could be seen on the other side of a window.
It was a cottage.
What luck, Thomas thought. And just about the time that he was ready to give up hope. He guided his steed to the light, dismounting and linking the animal to a post just underneath the hanging roof. The door was wooden but looked sturdy. He knocked, taking a moment to bat at his soaked shirt.
“Who is it out there at this hour?” He heard a female voice ask. The lady of the house, no doubt.
“It is Prince Thomas of Aldorn.” He announced himself. “I am seeking shelter from the storm. If you let me in, the rewards would be substantial.” He stood there for several seconds of silence. He was about to speak up again when the door creaked open. The woman before him was beautiful. Possibly fifteen years older than him, but time had been kind to her figure. The medieval corset that held her slightly loose, white dress to her torso enhanced the size of her already impressive bosom and her black hair was worn up in a way that he had never seen before. Her chestnut eyes were captivating.
“A Prince? But you are old enough to be a king.” She looked him over curiously.
“I am barely into my third decade.” He replied. “My father is the king. Please, may I come in?”
“For certain, my prince.” The comely woman stepped aside, making a path inside for him. He entered and stood rather sheepishly. “I apologize.” The woman told him. “I am not accustomed to being in the company of royalty. I would ask you to remove your garments so that I may tend to you. You must be freezing.” Thomas felt a warmth in his cheeks at the suggestion, but turned his head and collected himself.
“Forgive me, my lady.” He began to strip, removing his shirt and then, his pants. Soon, he was in nothing but his boots, and even those came off as soon as his pants were around his ankles. She brought him a large blanket to wrap himself in. It was dry and quite warm.
“Aldorn is nearly half a day’s ride from here.” The woman commented as she walked him over to a sofa by the fire. “What brings you to this area?”
“Boredom, my lady.” Thomas replied. “Forgive me once again. Where are my manners? I don’t even know your name.”
“Madame will do.” She told him. “Where I come from, I am known as Madame Coo.”
“Very well, Madame.”
“Would you like some hot tea?” She offered. “It’s my own special blend. It will relax and nourish you.”
“That would be lovely.”
Madame Coo made her way over to a stove where she put a kettle on and began to mix elements from various bottles on a nearby counter.
“So tell me, what is so boring about being a prince that you found yourself all the way out here.” She inquired.
“Ladies.” Thomas sighed.
“Ladies bore you?” Madame Coo chuckled. “Are you sure that you aren’t younger than ten?”
“You misunderstand.” Thomas said. “The King, my father, wishes for me to marry. They do not expect him to have more than a few more years with us. He has become obsessed with finding a wife for me. It is almost every other day that I am introduced to some new princess or concubine. Even from rival kingdoms to his own. They are all nice, I suppose. But I am just not interested in them. None of them are able to excite me or arouse either my interests or my loins. The truth is… I feel more powerful on my own. I have no interest in love or sex. It’s as though I am meant to be alone. But what is a king without a queen?”
“I’m afraid it is not my place to say.” Coo poured some steaming liquid into a cup and brought it to the prince. “Be careful, it’s hot.” She took a seat on the sofa a foot or two from him.
“You say that where you come from, you are known as a Madame. May I ask your occupation?” Thomas queried in an attempt to make conversation.
“Some would call me a soothsayer. But I have always preferred the term, fortune teller.” She replied. Thomas scoffed. “Are you a skeptic, my prince?”
“If you are asking whether or not I believe it is possible for a human to accurately predict the future of another, than yes.”
“Then I suppose it would be a waste of time for the both of us for me to offer my services then.” Coo appeared to dismiss the notion at that.
“Well, I mean… what is involved?” Thomas’ curiosity had successfully been piqued. “Do you light candles, or stare at an orb or something?”
“No. I am much more old fashioned in my methods.” She told him. “I go by touch. I read the lines of one’s palms… among other things.”
“So, tell me my future.” Thomas extended his hand.
“I thought you didn’t believe.”
“If I don’t, then nothing is lost.” He reasoned. “I am curious to hear what you have to say anyways.”
“Very well.” Coo took the back of his hand, cupping it in hers. She then gave him an odd smile, and began to drag a finger across his palm. “Your lifeline is long. I venture to guess longer than your father’s.” She looked up and saw a strange smirk on his face and felt him flex the muscles in his hand at her tracing. “You say that you want to spend that time alone. That the opposite sex doesn’t interest you. Whether you believe it or not… this is a lie.”
“Excuse me?”
“I mean no offense, my prince. But the skin does not lie. One’s mouth does.” She explained. “The secrets are in the skin.” She continued to trace random patterns along his palm as he appeared more and more uneasy at the touch. “The truth is that you are afraid of a relationship. You are afraid that somehow, the constant company of a lady will weaken you. You believe that you are strongest alone. But you are not. And yet, strangely, you want to appear strong and powerful, but you also fear responsibility. You do not want to be a king. And you secretly loathe your father for the burden.” She let go of his hand at that last remark.
“What else?” He demanded. “That can’t be it. What will happen to me?”
“I can’t get that from reading your palm.” She shrugged. “There are other methods that would need to be applied and to be honest with you… I don’t know if you could handle it.”
“How dare you question my strengths or weaknesses?” He sounded irritated.
“Oh, I know of a weakness alright.” She rolled her eyes. “And I didn’t have to be a mind reader to pick up on it either.” As she spoke, Thomas felt himself getting very drowsy. The feeling came out of nowhere. “The truth is, I am curious myself. I have been since you came in and removed your clothing for me. So trusting. You say that you don’t believe in my abilities?”
“I…” He was starting to nod off against his will. “I don’t believe in magic.”
“Then believe in science. Nothing in that tea you are drinking is meant to keep you awake for too long. Frankly, I’m amazed that you haven’t fallen asleep ye-”
Thomas sank back into the couch… unconscious.
Thomas could still hear the storm upon awakening. Only now it sounded very faint. To his shock and surprise, he was still nude but even more alarming, he was restrained. He was laying on his back on what had to be the floor of a basement. There was a large cushion for his back and head to rest on though, so he wasn’t too uncomfortable. His wrists and ankles were pulled up, bound together by a rope. From the side, he looked much like a pendulum.
There were many assorted paintings and antiques around the room. Random items that one might accumulate over the years. He ventured to guess that it was the Madame’s basement he was trapped in. He was about to yell for help when she made her presence known.
Madame Coo walked into the room. Her hair was no longer put up. She wore her dark curls down. She was still dressed the same though. He must have not been out for long.
“Relax, you were only asleep for little more than an hour. Long enough for me to make sure that you wouldn’t put much stock into leaving just yet.”
“Keeping me here like this is tantamount to kidnapping!” He shouted. “Let me go at once!”
“You know, I’ve always wondered, why is the crime known as “kidnapping” if the victim is an adult?” She looked down as she made her way over to him. “I mean, you’re not a child, are you?”
“How many times tonight are you going to question my age?” Thomas growled. “Look at me. Do I look like a child to you?”
“I dunno.” Coo merely shrugged her shoulders in response, as if she was still torn on the subject. “If you want to hear the truth, from over here, you somewhat resemble a baby waiting to be changed. Hahaha. Only bigger.”
“I will not stand for any more of your insults.” Thomas warned.
“Is that a threat, my prince?” She raised her eyebrows. “And what exactly are you going to do from there? Swing? Besides, you wanted this. You wanted me to tell you your future, yes?”
“Why on Earth must I be all trussed up for such an experiment?”
“Why, because you are ticklish, or course.” She made the claim so bluntly that he was taken aback by it. “I wouldn’t have thought that was much of a secret.”
“Even if that was true, what would it have to do with you telling me my fortune?”
“Even if it was true?” Coo smiled, amused by his bravado. “Alright, I’ll let you live in your little fantasy world for another moment or so. The point is that I have to touch you. I have to feel your skin in different places. Your palm only tells me so much about your present. Your shoulders or chest might tell me about your past to an extent, but to tell someone’s future, I have to gain access to more… sensitive areas. Some men and women simply can’t take it.”
“But if I am bound, I have no choice in the matter. What if I have changed my mind?”
“What if you have?” She shot back. “I mean, I’ve already gone through all of this work. And you seem to think that you’re not actually ticklish, so what point is there in not taking a peak into what lies in your future? Hmm?” She knelt down on her knees to his right, reaching her left hand between his arms and legs so that he could calmly take hold of him, grabbing his waist with both hands. He tensed and she began to massage the area, probing in and around his hip pockets with her thumbs. It wasn’t long before he was wriggling about and fighting to contain the laughter that caused him to shake.
Thomas was indeed ticklish, despite his earlier claims to the contrary. It was something that he had long tried to keep secret. But it was a secret that he was unable to keep from Madame Coo.
“Let’s see now… VERY ticklish indeed.” She grinned as she rubbed him. “Good days ahead. The immediate future is actually very bright.” She poked and rubbed her thumbs just to the sides of his groin and he cracked.
“BFFFT-Hahahahahahaha…” It had started almost like a couch or a snort, as if in a last ditch effort to avoid laughing, he tried to make it sound like something else.
It didn’t work, though.
“I see money, but that’s hardly telling a prince his future. I may as well tell you that the sun will rise in the morning.” She watched as he gave in to the tickling with audible giggles. “Coochie coochie Coo.” She teased playfully. “You ask why the ropes? This is why the ropes.”
“Stohohohp it!”
“Stop?” She sounded confused but she released him from her grip all the same. “I thought you could endure this? Was I wrong?”
“Yes… I mean…” Thomas suddenly felt as though his manliness had been challenged in some way. He thought back to her repeated jokes about his age and how she clearly thought of him as being infantile in some way. The thought aggravated him.
“We can continue, or I can let you go now.” Madame Coo offered. “If you tell me that you can deal with it it, I won’t give you another chance to back out. I won’t be able to. I understand if being tickled is something that you can’t handle.”
That last comment cut him to the core. He was now determined to prove his mettle.
“I want to hear everything.” He said.
“Very well, my prince.” She placed her fingertips on either side of him once again, this time softly patting his ribs with her fingertips in rhythmic motions. He tensed again, but shut his eyes tightly. “What have we here? You will not face your first real decisions as king for many years yet. His subjects may think the king is not long for this world, but I don’t see you on the throne for nearly a decade. I see that your mother has already passed on. My apologies. Perhaps it was the loss of her that contributed to your supposed inability to feel anything for the fairer sex. I must find out more…” Her fingers crept upwards, finally settling underneath his arms. “Coochie coochie coo…” When she said those words, it sounded teasing, but also as if it was somehow required of her. Those words put another dent in Thomas’ attempts to stay silent.
“Is thahat necessary?”
“Where do you think I get my name?” She asked. “Those words are magical. Any form of tickle talk, really, is going to clear the fog a little bit. Coochie coochie coooo…”
“Hehehehehehehehehehehehehe…”
“That’s it.” She encouraged him. “Gitchy gitchy… ah, I see more now… Your father will soon cease his search for a bride for you.”
“Hahahahahaha whyyy?”
“This is interesting.” She claimed. “You will fall in love with a young woman all on your own. Your marriage will not be an arranged one.”
“Stop.” Thomas commanded and she complied so that he could ask, “How is that possible? I am not interested in women at this point in my life.”
“Not interested in women?” She giggled into her hand. “Well you might want to tell that to your friend.” Confused, Thomas looked down to see his swollen member. It was standing high and at attention. “You’ve been saluting me for at least the last four minutes, my prince. I think it’s because I’m tickling you.”
“That’s… that’s ludicrous!” He couldn’t even accept the possibility. He wasn’t some freak or pervert.
“I think that the results speak for themselves.” Madame Coo asserted. “I do think that I should look a little closer into this though. I wonder if the answers lie… over here…” She touched his knees softly, causing his knees to slightly spasm. “No… it’s not there.” She moved her fingertips ever so slightly higher, to about an inch and a half above his kneecaps, and she squeezed him there on both legs.
“Dah! Hahahahahahahaha…”
“That’s better. Coochie coochie coo…” She squeezed up and down his thighs as if searching him for something. “Oh, this is interesting. The young lady is someone I have met before in my travels. A very lovely lady if I recall. Soft skin… Hair the color of Mahogany… and quite a shapely form if I may say so.”
“Whahahaht’s her name?”
“I am trying to remember.” Madame Coo now tickled directly behind his knees and reacted as if a whole new door of information had been unlocked when Thomas erupted into even more hysteria.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“I remember now. Her name is Lanya.” Madame Coo stopped tickling so that she could process her own discoveries thus far, and to give the prince a slight reprieve. “I met her three years ago. She’s only slightly older than you. But I am having trouble understanding certain details here.”
“What do you mean?”
“I am wondering how the two of you would ever meet? She lives many villages away.” Madame Coo looked down at Thomas with an uneasy smile. He knew what had to happen, and nodded, giving his permission for her to continue. She positioned her fingers like spider legs, and softly tickled his belly.
“GAA-HEHEHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHA HEEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHAHA!”
“Oh, there is much to discover here. Tickle tickle tickle… Coochie coochie cooooo… Come on, my little prince. Give in to the coochie coochies.”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“It won’t be a chance meeting. It is arranged. Not the marriage, but the initial meeting.” Her fingertips splayed in and out over his belly, making him laugh harder than he could remember laughing before. “Kitchy koo. This is very fortunate for you.” She said. “You will fall in love almost at first sight.”
“I don’t understahahahnd.” Thomas said. Madame Coo stopped touching him once again.
“What don’t you understand, my prince?”
“Why is she so special? I have been introduced to so many women. And none of them have even had my attention for more than a few minutes.”
“Except for me, you mean?” Madame Coo suggested. “I saw how you looked at me when I first allowed you into my home. And let’s face it, you are still awake and ready for action down there. I still think that it’s because I have been tickling you. I think that shared intimacy behind the act has struck a nerve in you.”
“I’ve never liked being tickled before! How can this be?”
“Well, when was the last time that you let somebody do it?” Madame Coo pointed out. Thomas couldn’t readily recall. “That’s what I thought. Now, I can take one more look at you’re future and try to discern why Lanya is going to be such a great match for you, but… there’s one tiny little problem.”
“What is that?”
“Well, such a direct question about your immediate future. The answer to what lies before you only can be found in what physically moves you forward. She glanced over to his bare feet and then back at him with a glimmer of concern.
“Maybe there are some things that I don’t really have to know.” Thomas said nervously. “I mean, if it’s going to happen, then it’s going to happen whether I know about it or not.”
“To an extent, my prince, you are correct. However…”
“However what!?”
“However… I am just a little curious myself. And I’m sorry. But I have to know.” Madame Coo brought herself to her feet and stepped in front of him to face his. She heard him gulp and tried not to smile to widely. “I am sorry, but I will lose sleep over something like this.” She brought her fingernails to his insteps and stared there.
“AAAAGH NOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The nails danced so randomly that it was impossible for him to try and ignore the touches.
“Coochie coochie cooooooo…” She teased him again. “There is something about Lanya. I am starting to see it. A talent that she possesses. A skill. She is a… Oh my… it all makes sense now. She is a tickler.”
“A WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA???”
“She has a fascination with tickling. She loves to tickle people. Especially men. She loves to tickle them and make them obedient to her. She is something of a sadist, it seems. Oh, the things that she will do to you in your chambers at night…” Madame Coo was now gently tickling his toes with soft passes of her nails. “Gitchy gitchy goooo… Coochie coochie coooooo… She loved to drag out the last syllables when she teased, as if doing so cemented the sound of her voice even more into his subconscious. “Lanya will take care of you. She will be a wonderful bride. But when you get out of line, she will train you. Turn you into a good little boy. And when she does, you will love it.” Madame Coo finally stopped. Thomas was a mess, sweaty and shiny in the little bit of light that illuminated the room.
“Hey…” Madame Coo leaned down until her face was mere inches from his.
“What?”
“Would you like me to introduce you two?”
Thomas didn’t have to respond audibly. The look on his face told Madame Coo everything that she needed to know…
