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Gasping for air, Anna regained her breath, her body shivered as tingling sensations lasted against her skin. The door in the room quietly shut as her tormenters briefly exited, leaving her to take a break from their devious touch. Anna wanted to give in, but the pleasure was greater than the torturous feelings that had overcome her body.
Sitting up, she stretched her body and looked into a mirror in the room. In the reflection, she admired her completely nude body, viewing every crease in her slender figure. Chuckling lightly to herself, she thought back to the events leading up to this day, this exact moment.
Three days prior, Anna had been your typical nerdy bookworm that spends more time in the library than talking with people. But this is what she enjoyed, spending the day with her nose in a book would allow her imagination to flourish. Reading each separate word and crafting her own story with the descriptions provided by the text. Finishing a chapter and yearning to begin the next chapter with anticipation is what drew her in, unable to stop herself.
Today, Anna found herself reading a newer release from a smaller named author. Though she was unsure why, with every word written, the author painted a beautiful picture, and she imagined it as though it were a movie. Anna brushed her light brown hair to the side, watching it naturally curl in her peripheral vision. Adjusting her glasses back onto the bridge of her nose, Anna continued the book. Reading as the main character, a Heroine and her party entered the tower of a wizard that was plaguing the countryside with spells of inconvenience and destruction.
‘Reaching the doorway, the doors lock was easily disarmed, allowing the door to swing freely inward. Creaking in a low tone, the door swung slowly open. Looking forward, the Heroine moved herself forward, allowing the light from her torch to illuminate the stone walls. Drawing her weapon, she slowly advanced, observing the surfaces of the room for any traps or threats. As the orange torchlight caused shadows to dance among the walls, she saw a bookshelf against a far wall. The books were covered in a thick layer of dust that lifted into the air slightly as the air was disturbed. These volumes hadn’t been interacted with in some time.
Confusion flooded the Heroines gaze as she looked back at her party, who had filed into the room in her wake. The look they exchanged shared the same thing, the tower appeared to be abandoned, and the wizard was no longer there, and hadn’t been for a while. Moving towards a staircase at the edge of the room, she had trouble looking away from the bookshelf, as though it was calling to her to pick up a tome and investigate further. Forcing herself to look away, she ascended the staircase to check the remainder of the tower.
Moving up the tower’s floors, each floor appeared more abandoned and decrepit than the last, with thick layers of dust coating the furniture and ledges. Reaching the final floor, the look almost shocked the Heroine. Unlike the previous floors, this one was completely clean, without a speck of dust to be seen. Bookshelves lined the sides of the room, and two tall windows on the sides of a mural of a tree on the wall.
Entranced by the image, she walked forward. Not looking where she was walking, a stone shifted under her feet, startling her as a switch clicked into place. Hearing stones realign, a section of wall moved aside, leading into a small room which appeared more of a cell than anything. Shining her torch into the dark space, she jumped back and held back a yell. In the corner, leaning against the wall was a skeleton. Draped over its body was a time-faded robe, dust collecting on what appeared to have once been a dark purple fabric. Turning away, the Heroine returned to the remainder of her party on the first floor and let them know of her findings. It was obvious that the wizard had been deceased and appeared to have been trapped for quite a long time.
As they pondered what might have happened, the Heroine heard the call in her mind from the bookshelf on the first floor once more. Moving towards the shelf as though entranced, she browsed the titles layering the shelf. Reaching for one, she heard the voice whisper, getting louder as she moved her finger along the bindings. Reaching a large tome with a dark binding, the voice asked her to remove the book. Dust fell from the book as she removed it and set it onto an open spot on the shelf. She slowly opened the book, feeling the text flow through her mind like a spell. Speaking words that were not her own, she chanted an incantation and felt energy move through her body, as the spell cast itself. The book shone in a bright light that illuminated the room. The light quickly turned from a bright white into a sinister red that chilled to the bone. Smoke flowed from the book and moved swiftly into the center of the room, forming into a figure.
Yellow eyes fixated on the Heroine, locking her in it’s gaze as it spoke in a deep, otherworldly voice that spoke directly to her mind, and she saw its thoughts. That it had been trapped in the book by the wizard as a final act of defiance. This being was true evil, knowing nothing but torment and suffering. Released from its eternal prison, the creature’s lust to perform acts of suffering against the world overwhelmed her mind. Realizing this, her thoughts were filled with regret and cries, pleading for any chance to fix this. At this moment, the thoughts were silent as the creature proposed a deal. The Heroine would enter the creature’s realm and remain there, and in return the creature would remove their presence from the earth. The Heroine realized that this would mean her life and soul in exchange for the lives of everyone else. She sensed how powerful this being was and was unable to conjure the idea of what it was capable of and accepted the deal.
Dark laughter erupted from the room, and the last thing the Heroine saw was the panicked eyes from her party members as she felt herself become consumed and lose consciousness.
Jolting awake, the Heroine found herself lying on a stone floor, the cold piercing her skin, into her bones. Her armor had been removed, and replaced by a simple white robe, soft as the finest silks. Standing up, she saw that there was a hallway with a flickering light coming from it. Walking towards the room, she observed a large fireplace against the wall and large portraits on the walls. These lined the room until they stopped. The final portrait in this line was a man with a large beard, and a robe donned his shoulders that was made from a fine purple fabric. Though she had never seen this man before, she couldn’t help but find an uncanny resemblance to a recent memory. Dismissing the thought, she observed a large armchair before the fireplace. A figure sat in it, and though it hadn’t spoken, she sensed it’s been aware of her since awakening.
“Please approach, I won’t harm you…” A man’s voice came from the space, speaking smoothly with dark undertones.
Slowly moving around the chair, the Heroine observed this being for the first time. Almost humanoid, besides having eyes that glowed yellow at the iris and a black, shattered halo that floated over his head. His gaze pierced her, and he spoke again. “This is a part of my realm, where you will be remaining with me… for me. You should know, I don’t wish to harm you by any physical means. But I will slowly drive you insane, then allow you to recover, over, and over again. This will be your suffering, never ending waves of pleasure, only to be snatched up and denied until you beg for more.” A devilish grin spread across his face, enjoying planting ideas into her mind as it spread into gardens of thoughts. He knew her every weakness and every corner of her mind and fully intended on using it to his advantage. Never ending suffering that would make her come crawling back every time for more. Placing a hand against her side and giving a light squeeze, the Heroine shifted away, a small smile forming on her face in anticipation. She imagined the things he was going to do to her, forcing her into submission making her beg for it. A never-ending Hell of pleasure and torture.’
Flipping the page and finishing the chapter, Anna had a deepening blush on her face as her imagination went wild. Imagining the possibilities and desperately wanting to continue reading. Moving onto the next page, she observed the page was blank, as though the printer had misprinted. Flipping through the remainder of the book, she saw that this occurred for the remainder of the book. Disappointment flooded her heart, along with a great desire to read more, as though not satisfied by the confines of her own imagination. Anna wanted to have the words to paint her a perfect picture; however, in part of her mind, she knew that this wouldn’t be enough. She didn’t want to just read the story, she desired to be apart of the story, to be tormented with a similar, never-ending pleasure and frustration that she could not even fathom. This was all she could think about as she returned the book to the library shelves and began travelling home.
Walking down the street, the sun was setting over the horizon in the distance, with the shadows of large buildings blotting out the bright light. There wasn’t much foot traffic at this time, just the occasional pedestrian traveling quickly to their destination. Letting her imagination travel, Anna let herself be distracted from what was around her. Suddenly she felt herself bump into something, looking up, she saw a woman standing there. Her black hair flowed as she slowly turned towards Anna and gave a warm smile. Looking away, the woman pressed a piece of paper against an advertisement board on the side of a building. Anna looked over the poster as the woman slowly walked away. Poster was simple, requesting women, and promising a night filled with laughter, decorated with simple art of hearts and a feather. A phone number was near the bottom requesting texts for interest. Turning around, Anna looked for the woman, who was no longer there, disappeared like mist in the sunlight. Looking back at the poster, Anna had a question cross her mind, this board was new. She walked this way a few times during the week and had never seen this before.
Dismissing the thought, Anna pondered about taking down the phone number. Curiosity getting the better of her, she pulled out her phone and saved the number and sent a quick text, requesting more information regarding their poster. Almost instantly, as though the person on the other side of the message expected this, a reply was received. It had an address and a date on it, only a couple days from then. The message assured her that everything would be explained then. Anna was unsure of what to do with this information and decided to think about this over the next couple of days before finalizing her choice.
Anna barely felt the next couple of days move by and barely noticed what was occurring around her as her imagination went wild, and her mind questioning why she was even considering this. As the final day closed before the date given, she allowed herself one final inner discussion regarding this matter, and her curiosity and desire won. Looking at the address, Anna saw it was from a small apartment complex on the other side of town. She prepared for the night and wondered what would happen tomorrow.
The night came and went, and by that afternoon, Anna found herself in an unfamiliar building, using an intercom at the entrance of a building. A woman’s voice came over, and Anna stated who she was. The voice gave her a room number, and the glass entrance door slid open. Making her way up the floors, Anna’s nerves were getting the better of her and she pondered turning back, instead she calmed herself and continued, eventually reaching the room she was seeking. Ringing the doorbell, she heard a peaceful tone call out from behind the door. Footsteps were heard as the door opened, and Anna saw a woman in white appeared behind it. Her clothing was pure white, her blonde hair so light it almost matched. She was the opposite of the woman Anna observed placing the poster.
Anna was invited in with a warm welcome and directed to a small living room area with several chairs and modest decorations. Taking a seat, the woman in white sat across from her, her dress and body sitting like a perfect marble statue. From another entrance to the room, a familiar face to Anna entered. The woman in black entered, a black dress flowing behind her and her black hair resting gently over her shoulders. Sitting down, the women introduced themselves: the woman in white was Cassiel and her voice had a cheerful, playful undertone; the woman in black was Narasis, as she introduced herself, her voice was smooth and mysterious. They explained to Anna what they were wanting to do, and the idea left Anna blushing slightly with the implications. The two offered to start with a slower pace and the option to advance if Anna desired. Anna agreed to this, and they led her into another room. Various pieces of equipment lined the walls, and a large bed was in the center of the room. Cassiel had Anna lay down and had her confirm her consent, Anna agreed and waited as the anticipation consumed her.
Narasis sat on one side of Anna and Cassiel on the other, looking between the two, Anna felt a small smile form on her face. Then Cassiel was the first to move, she reached over and grazed a hand down Anna’s side, causing her to gasp and squirm slightly away, but Cassiel was quick, reaching further and matching her speed. Her fingers fluttered lightly across Anna’s sides, and giggling lightly came from Anna. While this was happening, Anna failed to notice Narasis move her hand into position and lightly spider across her neck, causing Anna to flail in attempt to escape the tickling fingers. Giggling filled the room, and Anna was helpless as she squirmed and wiggled around.
As suddenly as it began it stopped… Anna caught her breath and opened her eyes, viewing the two sitting by her. They appeared to be enjoying this, with beautiful smiles on their faces, which made them both shine. Narasis asked Anna if she was alright and Anna nodded and acknowledged that she wanted more. The sensation that still tingled against her body was something she had never felt before, and there was a desire for more. Cassiel heard this and caressed Anna’s hair as she got up and walked towards the end of the bed. Picking up Anna’s leg, she inspected her foot, currently covered by a thin white ankle high sock. Running a finger from the ball of her foot to the heel, Anna involuntarily giggled and pulled away from the sensation. Cassiel saw this and a look appeared in her eyes, almost a look of lust and desire as she stared at the reaction that had unfolded. Laying back down, this time facing away from Anna, Cassiel took her foot in hand once more, this time slowly removing the sock. The cooler air from the room caused Anna to shiver slightly as it connected with the warm, sensitive skin. Bracing herself, Anna felt fingers slide against the arches of her feet once more. Giggling and trying to pull back, Anna looked down and saw Narasis had moved and was gently holding her ankle, keeping her foot in place. Unable to escape the sensation that moved around her foot, Anna could do nothing but endure the gentle touch that was causing her much laughter and pleasurable torment. As she was giggling and squirming around, Anna observed Cassiel’s own foot sitting nearby and an idea crossed her mind. Reaching out quickly during her own torment, she swiped a finger over the white nylon covered feet. The sensation on her own feet subsided momentarily as Cassiel gave the reaction that Anna hoped for as she yelped and turned over, grabbing and protecting her feet. Staring at Anna with a playful and wonderous look in her eye, Cassiel gave her a fast wave of her finger as though scolding her, though it didn’t appear to be disapproved.
Returning to her lower half, Cassiel placed herself once more and Narasis moved to Anna’s upper half in preparation. The two gave themselves a look and attacked. Narasis moved her fingers over Anna’s sides and ribs, squeezing and spidering her nails over the smooth surface of Anna’s shirt, causing bubbly laughter to erupt from Anna. Cassiel took over Anna’s feet, lightly scribbling her nails over the arches, then moving to scratch underneath the toes, making sure to not leave any crevice behind. Anna continued laughing, clearly enjoying the sensations that sparked through her body. Her back arched against the attacks, and she wiggled and squirmed, then as she thought she couldn’t handle it, the sensations ceased, and Anna was left lightly giggling as the tingling left her nerves. Looking up, Cassiel looked at Anna in anticipation and asked if Anna wanted to continue. Anna thought it over, she was barely able to handle the tickling that had just occurred, but she felt immense pleasure, and even a slight heat below, and she felt a desire for more, a desire to test herself, a curiosity as to what might await her. Giving a nervous nod, the two women moved away from the bed and asked Anna to remove her clothing. Anna complied, her desire eating away at her, and she was placed back on the bed.
Cassiel told Anna that they would tickle her for five minutes, then give her the opportunity to rest and consider continuing even further. They moved to one side of the room and returned with an assortment of black and white feathers. Cassiel held two long, bushy, white feathers, each with tendrils that trembled with each movement. Narasis held two large, stiff black feathers that were daunting and threatening. Anna shivered in anticipation as they positioned themselves on either side of Anna. At the foot of the bed, Cassiel placed an hourglass, and said that once the sand had flowed, five minutes would have passed. Turning over the instrument, the sand began trickling into the chamber below. Once this started, Cassiel waved one of her feathers over Anna’s upper body, causing Anna to lightly giggle, even before being touched. At this, Cassiel brushed the light feather against Anna’s bared midsection. Each individual tendril sent a new electric sensation throughout her body, causing Anna to gasp and giggle uncontrollably. There was no resistance for the feather as it glided with ease over the bare skin without any care in the world. Anna clenched her eyes shut, trying to shut out the sensation if only for a moment, knowing she would have to endure the remainder of the time. Then it stopped, looking up, Cassiel had retreated her tool, and Narasis was about to strike. As soon as the black feather brushed her skin, Anna felt laughter bubbling up inside her. Unlike the light sensations the white feather had provided, the black feather was unforgiving, penetrating her nerves with intentional and deep sensations. Anna squirmed against the sensation, her laugh coming out in waves. Briefly looking at the foot of the bed, she observed the timer was halfway drained away, she also observed Cassiel poised by her feet, ready to strike. Cassiel’s feather brushed lightly, so lightly that Anna wasn’t sure how it even began to cause such a sensation as she attempted to move her feet away. But without fail, the sensation continued no matter what position she moved them to. Cassiel gently warned that about one minute remained, giving Anna hope that she would be able to push through the torment, not wanting to give up. As this thought crossed her mind, she felt the gentle white feather strike the crease on her hips. Bucking up, Anna let out a wail as the sensation flowed through her. The feather moved further down, and some of the longer tendrils caressed her, causing a slight heat to build up over the sensitive area. Her wailing turned into gasping laughter as a feeling of pleasure mixed with the tickling sensations covering her body.
At this, the sensations stopped, causing Anna to collapse onto the bed, trying to catch her breath. Cassial and Narasis viewed her, comforting her, their touch was gentle, and not intending any further torment. Narasis told Anna they would give her some time to ponder if she wanted to continue, and that if the desire was no longer there, she was free to leave at any time. As she said this, the two removed themselves from the bed and walked towards the door with such grace that Anna would have thought they weren’t of this world. Her desire to continue was quickly overpowering her, and as the tingling sensation dissipated from her skin, the door quietly shut as Cassiel and Narasis exited, leaving Anna alone with her thoughts, planning how to make her next choice.
Hello everyone! Thank you for coming and reading my writing! I'm planning on continuing this story into a part two here in a while, but I was wanting to divide it into multiple parts to avoid the story getting to long to read in one quick sitting. This portion was a lot of building into the world I'm trying to create, and in part 2 there will be much more tickling content 😉, so look forward to that! Thanks again!
Sitting up, she stretched her body and looked into a mirror in the room. In the reflection, she admired her completely nude body, viewing every crease in her slender figure. Chuckling lightly to herself, she thought back to the events leading up to this day, this exact moment.
Three days prior, Anna had been your typical nerdy bookworm that spends more time in the library than talking with people. But this is what she enjoyed, spending the day with her nose in a book would allow her imagination to flourish. Reading each separate word and crafting her own story with the descriptions provided by the text. Finishing a chapter and yearning to begin the next chapter with anticipation is what drew her in, unable to stop herself.
Today, Anna found herself reading a newer release from a smaller named author. Though she was unsure why, with every word written, the author painted a beautiful picture, and she imagined it as though it were a movie. Anna brushed her light brown hair to the side, watching it naturally curl in her peripheral vision. Adjusting her glasses back onto the bridge of her nose, Anna continued the book. Reading as the main character, a Heroine and her party entered the tower of a wizard that was plaguing the countryside with spells of inconvenience and destruction.
‘Reaching the doorway, the doors lock was easily disarmed, allowing the door to swing freely inward. Creaking in a low tone, the door swung slowly open. Looking forward, the Heroine moved herself forward, allowing the light from her torch to illuminate the stone walls. Drawing her weapon, she slowly advanced, observing the surfaces of the room for any traps or threats. As the orange torchlight caused shadows to dance among the walls, she saw a bookshelf against a far wall. The books were covered in a thick layer of dust that lifted into the air slightly as the air was disturbed. These volumes hadn’t been interacted with in some time.
Confusion flooded the Heroines gaze as she looked back at her party, who had filed into the room in her wake. The look they exchanged shared the same thing, the tower appeared to be abandoned, and the wizard was no longer there, and hadn’t been for a while. Moving towards a staircase at the edge of the room, she had trouble looking away from the bookshelf, as though it was calling to her to pick up a tome and investigate further. Forcing herself to look away, she ascended the staircase to check the remainder of the tower.
Moving up the tower’s floors, each floor appeared more abandoned and decrepit than the last, with thick layers of dust coating the furniture and ledges. Reaching the final floor, the look almost shocked the Heroine. Unlike the previous floors, this one was completely clean, without a speck of dust to be seen. Bookshelves lined the sides of the room, and two tall windows on the sides of a mural of a tree on the wall.
Entranced by the image, she walked forward. Not looking where she was walking, a stone shifted under her feet, startling her as a switch clicked into place. Hearing stones realign, a section of wall moved aside, leading into a small room which appeared more of a cell than anything. Shining her torch into the dark space, she jumped back and held back a yell. In the corner, leaning against the wall was a skeleton. Draped over its body was a time-faded robe, dust collecting on what appeared to have once been a dark purple fabric. Turning away, the Heroine returned to the remainder of her party on the first floor and let them know of her findings. It was obvious that the wizard had been deceased and appeared to have been trapped for quite a long time.
As they pondered what might have happened, the Heroine heard the call in her mind from the bookshelf on the first floor once more. Moving towards the shelf as though entranced, she browsed the titles layering the shelf. Reaching for one, she heard the voice whisper, getting louder as she moved her finger along the bindings. Reaching a large tome with a dark binding, the voice asked her to remove the book. Dust fell from the book as she removed it and set it onto an open spot on the shelf. She slowly opened the book, feeling the text flow through her mind like a spell. Speaking words that were not her own, she chanted an incantation and felt energy move through her body, as the spell cast itself. The book shone in a bright light that illuminated the room. The light quickly turned from a bright white into a sinister red that chilled to the bone. Smoke flowed from the book and moved swiftly into the center of the room, forming into a figure.
Yellow eyes fixated on the Heroine, locking her in it’s gaze as it spoke in a deep, otherworldly voice that spoke directly to her mind, and she saw its thoughts. That it had been trapped in the book by the wizard as a final act of defiance. This being was true evil, knowing nothing but torment and suffering. Released from its eternal prison, the creature’s lust to perform acts of suffering against the world overwhelmed her mind. Realizing this, her thoughts were filled with regret and cries, pleading for any chance to fix this. At this moment, the thoughts were silent as the creature proposed a deal. The Heroine would enter the creature’s realm and remain there, and in return the creature would remove their presence from the earth. The Heroine realized that this would mean her life and soul in exchange for the lives of everyone else. She sensed how powerful this being was and was unable to conjure the idea of what it was capable of and accepted the deal.
Dark laughter erupted from the room, and the last thing the Heroine saw was the panicked eyes from her party members as she felt herself become consumed and lose consciousness.
Jolting awake, the Heroine found herself lying on a stone floor, the cold piercing her skin, into her bones. Her armor had been removed, and replaced by a simple white robe, soft as the finest silks. Standing up, she saw that there was a hallway with a flickering light coming from it. Walking towards the room, she observed a large fireplace against the wall and large portraits on the walls. These lined the room until they stopped. The final portrait in this line was a man with a large beard, and a robe donned his shoulders that was made from a fine purple fabric. Though she had never seen this man before, she couldn’t help but find an uncanny resemblance to a recent memory. Dismissing the thought, she observed a large armchair before the fireplace. A figure sat in it, and though it hadn’t spoken, she sensed it’s been aware of her since awakening.
“Please approach, I won’t harm you…” A man’s voice came from the space, speaking smoothly with dark undertones.
Slowly moving around the chair, the Heroine observed this being for the first time. Almost humanoid, besides having eyes that glowed yellow at the iris and a black, shattered halo that floated over his head. His gaze pierced her, and he spoke again. “This is a part of my realm, where you will be remaining with me… for me. You should know, I don’t wish to harm you by any physical means. But I will slowly drive you insane, then allow you to recover, over, and over again. This will be your suffering, never ending waves of pleasure, only to be snatched up and denied until you beg for more.” A devilish grin spread across his face, enjoying planting ideas into her mind as it spread into gardens of thoughts. He knew her every weakness and every corner of her mind and fully intended on using it to his advantage. Never ending suffering that would make her come crawling back every time for more. Placing a hand against her side and giving a light squeeze, the Heroine shifted away, a small smile forming on her face in anticipation. She imagined the things he was going to do to her, forcing her into submission making her beg for it. A never-ending Hell of pleasure and torture.’
Flipping the page and finishing the chapter, Anna had a deepening blush on her face as her imagination went wild. Imagining the possibilities and desperately wanting to continue reading. Moving onto the next page, she observed the page was blank, as though the printer had misprinted. Flipping through the remainder of the book, she saw that this occurred for the remainder of the book. Disappointment flooded her heart, along with a great desire to read more, as though not satisfied by the confines of her own imagination. Anna wanted to have the words to paint her a perfect picture; however, in part of her mind, she knew that this wouldn’t be enough. She didn’t want to just read the story, she desired to be apart of the story, to be tormented with a similar, never-ending pleasure and frustration that she could not even fathom. This was all she could think about as she returned the book to the library shelves and began travelling home.
Walking down the street, the sun was setting over the horizon in the distance, with the shadows of large buildings blotting out the bright light. There wasn’t much foot traffic at this time, just the occasional pedestrian traveling quickly to their destination. Letting her imagination travel, Anna let herself be distracted from what was around her. Suddenly she felt herself bump into something, looking up, she saw a woman standing there. Her black hair flowed as she slowly turned towards Anna and gave a warm smile. Looking away, the woman pressed a piece of paper against an advertisement board on the side of a building. Anna looked over the poster as the woman slowly walked away. Poster was simple, requesting women, and promising a night filled with laughter, decorated with simple art of hearts and a feather. A phone number was near the bottom requesting texts for interest. Turning around, Anna looked for the woman, who was no longer there, disappeared like mist in the sunlight. Looking back at the poster, Anna had a question cross her mind, this board was new. She walked this way a few times during the week and had never seen this before.
Dismissing the thought, Anna pondered about taking down the phone number. Curiosity getting the better of her, she pulled out her phone and saved the number and sent a quick text, requesting more information regarding their poster. Almost instantly, as though the person on the other side of the message expected this, a reply was received. It had an address and a date on it, only a couple days from then. The message assured her that everything would be explained then. Anna was unsure of what to do with this information and decided to think about this over the next couple of days before finalizing her choice.
Anna barely felt the next couple of days move by and barely noticed what was occurring around her as her imagination went wild, and her mind questioning why she was even considering this. As the final day closed before the date given, she allowed herself one final inner discussion regarding this matter, and her curiosity and desire won. Looking at the address, Anna saw it was from a small apartment complex on the other side of town. She prepared for the night and wondered what would happen tomorrow.
The night came and went, and by that afternoon, Anna found herself in an unfamiliar building, using an intercom at the entrance of a building. A woman’s voice came over, and Anna stated who she was. The voice gave her a room number, and the glass entrance door slid open. Making her way up the floors, Anna’s nerves were getting the better of her and she pondered turning back, instead she calmed herself and continued, eventually reaching the room she was seeking. Ringing the doorbell, she heard a peaceful tone call out from behind the door. Footsteps were heard as the door opened, and Anna saw a woman in white appeared behind it. Her clothing was pure white, her blonde hair so light it almost matched. She was the opposite of the woman Anna observed placing the poster.
Anna was invited in with a warm welcome and directed to a small living room area with several chairs and modest decorations. Taking a seat, the woman in white sat across from her, her dress and body sitting like a perfect marble statue. From another entrance to the room, a familiar face to Anna entered. The woman in black entered, a black dress flowing behind her and her black hair resting gently over her shoulders. Sitting down, the women introduced themselves: the woman in white was Cassiel and her voice had a cheerful, playful undertone; the woman in black was Narasis, as she introduced herself, her voice was smooth and mysterious. They explained to Anna what they were wanting to do, and the idea left Anna blushing slightly with the implications. The two offered to start with a slower pace and the option to advance if Anna desired. Anna agreed to this, and they led her into another room. Various pieces of equipment lined the walls, and a large bed was in the center of the room. Cassiel had Anna lay down and had her confirm her consent, Anna agreed and waited as the anticipation consumed her.
Narasis sat on one side of Anna and Cassiel on the other, looking between the two, Anna felt a small smile form on her face. Then Cassiel was the first to move, she reached over and grazed a hand down Anna’s side, causing her to gasp and squirm slightly away, but Cassiel was quick, reaching further and matching her speed. Her fingers fluttered lightly across Anna’s sides, and giggling lightly came from Anna. While this was happening, Anna failed to notice Narasis move her hand into position and lightly spider across her neck, causing Anna to flail in attempt to escape the tickling fingers. Giggling filled the room, and Anna was helpless as she squirmed and wiggled around.
As suddenly as it began it stopped… Anna caught her breath and opened her eyes, viewing the two sitting by her. They appeared to be enjoying this, with beautiful smiles on their faces, which made them both shine. Narasis asked Anna if she was alright and Anna nodded and acknowledged that she wanted more. The sensation that still tingled against her body was something she had never felt before, and there was a desire for more. Cassiel heard this and caressed Anna’s hair as she got up and walked towards the end of the bed. Picking up Anna’s leg, she inspected her foot, currently covered by a thin white ankle high sock. Running a finger from the ball of her foot to the heel, Anna involuntarily giggled and pulled away from the sensation. Cassiel saw this and a look appeared in her eyes, almost a look of lust and desire as she stared at the reaction that had unfolded. Laying back down, this time facing away from Anna, Cassiel took her foot in hand once more, this time slowly removing the sock. The cooler air from the room caused Anna to shiver slightly as it connected with the warm, sensitive skin. Bracing herself, Anna felt fingers slide against the arches of her feet once more. Giggling and trying to pull back, Anna looked down and saw Narasis had moved and was gently holding her ankle, keeping her foot in place. Unable to escape the sensation that moved around her foot, Anna could do nothing but endure the gentle touch that was causing her much laughter and pleasurable torment. As she was giggling and squirming around, Anna observed Cassiel’s own foot sitting nearby and an idea crossed her mind. Reaching out quickly during her own torment, she swiped a finger over the white nylon covered feet. The sensation on her own feet subsided momentarily as Cassiel gave the reaction that Anna hoped for as she yelped and turned over, grabbing and protecting her feet. Staring at Anna with a playful and wonderous look in her eye, Cassiel gave her a fast wave of her finger as though scolding her, though it didn’t appear to be disapproved.
Returning to her lower half, Cassiel placed herself once more and Narasis moved to Anna’s upper half in preparation. The two gave themselves a look and attacked. Narasis moved her fingers over Anna’s sides and ribs, squeezing and spidering her nails over the smooth surface of Anna’s shirt, causing bubbly laughter to erupt from Anna. Cassiel took over Anna’s feet, lightly scribbling her nails over the arches, then moving to scratch underneath the toes, making sure to not leave any crevice behind. Anna continued laughing, clearly enjoying the sensations that sparked through her body. Her back arched against the attacks, and she wiggled and squirmed, then as she thought she couldn’t handle it, the sensations ceased, and Anna was left lightly giggling as the tingling left her nerves. Looking up, Cassiel looked at Anna in anticipation and asked if Anna wanted to continue. Anna thought it over, she was barely able to handle the tickling that had just occurred, but she felt immense pleasure, and even a slight heat below, and she felt a desire for more, a desire to test herself, a curiosity as to what might await her. Giving a nervous nod, the two women moved away from the bed and asked Anna to remove her clothing. Anna complied, her desire eating away at her, and she was placed back on the bed.
Cassiel told Anna that they would tickle her for five minutes, then give her the opportunity to rest and consider continuing even further. They moved to one side of the room and returned with an assortment of black and white feathers. Cassiel held two long, bushy, white feathers, each with tendrils that trembled with each movement. Narasis held two large, stiff black feathers that were daunting and threatening. Anna shivered in anticipation as they positioned themselves on either side of Anna. At the foot of the bed, Cassiel placed an hourglass, and said that once the sand had flowed, five minutes would have passed. Turning over the instrument, the sand began trickling into the chamber below. Once this started, Cassiel waved one of her feathers over Anna’s upper body, causing Anna to lightly giggle, even before being touched. At this, Cassiel brushed the light feather against Anna’s bared midsection. Each individual tendril sent a new electric sensation throughout her body, causing Anna to gasp and giggle uncontrollably. There was no resistance for the feather as it glided with ease over the bare skin without any care in the world. Anna clenched her eyes shut, trying to shut out the sensation if only for a moment, knowing she would have to endure the remainder of the time. Then it stopped, looking up, Cassiel had retreated her tool, and Narasis was about to strike. As soon as the black feather brushed her skin, Anna felt laughter bubbling up inside her. Unlike the light sensations the white feather had provided, the black feather was unforgiving, penetrating her nerves with intentional and deep sensations. Anna squirmed against the sensation, her laugh coming out in waves. Briefly looking at the foot of the bed, she observed the timer was halfway drained away, she also observed Cassiel poised by her feet, ready to strike. Cassiel’s feather brushed lightly, so lightly that Anna wasn’t sure how it even began to cause such a sensation as she attempted to move her feet away. But without fail, the sensation continued no matter what position she moved them to. Cassiel gently warned that about one minute remained, giving Anna hope that she would be able to push through the torment, not wanting to give up. As this thought crossed her mind, she felt the gentle white feather strike the crease on her hips. Bucking up, Anna let out a wail as the sensation flowed through her. The feather moved further down, and some of the longer tendrils caressed her, causing a slight heat to build up over the sensitive area. Her wailing turned into gasping laughter as a feeling of pleasure mixed with the tickling sensations covering her body.
At this, the sensations stopped, causing Anna to collapse onto the bed, trying to catch her breath. Cassial and Narasis viewed her, comforting her, their touch was gentle, and not intending any further torment. Narasis told Anna they would give her some time to ponder if she wanted to continue, and that if the desire was no longer there, she was free to leave at any time. As she said this, the two removed themselves from the bed and walked towards the door with such grace that Anna would have thought they weren’t of this world. Her desire to continue was quickly overpowering her, and as the tingling sensation dissipated from her skin, the door quietly shut as Cassiel and Narasis exited, leaving Anna alone with her thoughts, planning how to make her next choice.
Hello everyone! Thank you for coming and reading my writing! I'm planning on continuing this story into a part two here in a while, but I was wanting to divide it into multiple parts to avoid the story getting to long to read in one quick sitting. This portion was a lot of building into the world I'm trying to create, and in part 2 there will be much more tickling content 😉, so look forward to that! Thanks again!
