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Xander's Memorable Defeat

Xander pulled at his bonds in the dark. He could hear laughter around him and feared that he would soon be joining in. These fiends had stripped him of his armor and reduced him to his boxers. Surtr the dastard, he'd done exactly as he commanded! Feeding the Order false information and informing the fiery ruler of their plans, even magically offering up his size 13's as collateral! He'd felt the bastard playing around with them through his armor alongside those wicked trophies he kept of other Heroes’ feet. The prince had to excuse himself quite a few times at the feeling of a bristly flame-colored beard dragging itself along his captive soles. The dastard had yet to honor his promise and return his younger "brother" Corrin to him, and had even taunted him by taking both his retainer and his son! Surtr had promised to release all of them once the deal was complete and he had Prince Alfonse captive, but now as Xander hung here in chains he realized he was a fool. He pulled at his bonds again working up a sweat and not much else, but this time heard something besides the clinking of his bonds. For lack of a better word the crown prince of Nohr had been “crucified”, with chains binding his wrists and strapped together ankles to this cross. He heard giggles from the darkness and was surprised as the one that came striding forward trailed her long black dress behind her. Eir placed a freezing cold finger to his abs and trailed it up along the muscles into his armpit. It twirled there for a minute as he fought the urge to laugh that was building throughout his body.

"This is the one that I have been given? Prince Xander of Nohr…you know of me, yes? I am-"

"Peheerincess Eir yes hehe, I know!"

"Good so you know. I pity you, but I also do not. To trust one as Surtr is the height of folly, but I do know that you did so out of honor."

With a snap of her fingers, Xander suddenly felt fingers scribbling along his size 13's and looked away from this cold princess so as to not let her see him snort. She stayed stone-faced as ever at the prince's cute display and actually added another hand. This one simply scratched a single finger lightly atop Xander's left knee, causing the muscular prince to squeak in a less than masculine manner. He pulled at the chains when those fingers came back to trail along his feet. Refusing to look Eir in the eyes he kept his head turned, but then the princess of the dead inserted a single finger knuckle-deep into his navel. Xander broke at the feeling and barked out laughter which caused the princess to stop. With a wave of her hand, the hands at his feet withdrew and their owners stood beside her. Xander looked at both Corrin and his missing retainer Lazlow standing side by side with the princess, clad only in boxers and collars. The two stood ramrod straight at attention which achieved a disturbing effect when combined with the goofy smiles painted upon their faces, as if tickling Xander had been the single greatest experience of their lives. Xander's expression darkened as he thought of how maybe it was as he was the reason the two were here.

He hadn't meant for Lazlow to come with him on that mission, but no matter how hard he'd tried his loyal retainer wouldn't be dissuaded. The night before that mission he'd pinned the big-footed duelist in his tent and ravaged his sensitive soles with his gauntlets in an attempt to dissuade the damn fool from following him.

"This is what's happening to Surtr's prisoners and my brother! You can't even handle me doing this Lazlow, what will you do when one of these monsters that Surtr's summoning gets your boots off?! Laugh about it?" Xander illustrated his point by dragging an armored finger along Lazlow's foot causing the other man to howl and pound his fist.

"I AHAHAM SWORN TO PROHOHOTECT YOU my lord…thank you for the break. Yes, I have sworn to protect you my lord as your RETAIAHIHNEER-NOT THE TOOHEOES!"

"Sorry but I'm waiting for you to get to the point, Lazlow. I ordered you not to follow me to this battle and yet here you are. As my retainer should you not listen to me?"

"Were I just your retainer I would. Just as Peri did, however as your friend also I chose to ignore those words as the crazy talk they are and ride with my liege. Needless to say, my own daughter is a prisoner right alongside your brothers." Xander had forgotten that one and it stung that he had been so thoughtless to his subordinate. He drummed his fingers along Lazlow's large feet until he felt a tugging at his own boot. He looked down to see a sheepish Lazlow with his boot in his hands and an expression of being caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"I was just trying to cheer you up Lord Xan-PHHMP!" Xander gave his roguish retainer exactly what he wanted and smothered the man's face with his socked foot. The mercenary writhed under there for a minute before Xander felt a set of teeth through the thick Nohrian wool of his sock. He fell back off his chair with that foot still in Lazlow's possession, regretting this tactic. Lazlow stroked a finger along the thick fabric and smiled at how Xander still thrashed at just this.

"You see Lord Xander, as your friend AND retainer you'll forgive me for taking a few liberties with the knowledge I have of you." Lazlow nibbled upon the tasty ball of Xander's foot through the sock and enjoyed the tasty aroma of tropical fruit. Despite his intimidating aura the crown prince was a thoughtful man at heart and had treasured that fragrant cologne when Lazlow had gifted it to him, even turning red at the suggestion to put some in his boots to attract the one he desired. Lazlow took a deep whiff of that scent now and remembered why it was his favorite. Even now the smell of it was still wafting from Xander's feet but was ignored by the mind-broken slave that was in his retainer's body. Just like back then Lazlow danced his fingers along the undersides of Xander's toes with one hand while the other kept them toes bent back from behind with a sneaky thumb just for his arches. Xander thrashed in his bonds and his memory at the technique, but looked over to see two different reactions from the other man in both. In his memory it was a taunting smile, but here it was a starved expression that suggested that Xander was the tastiest thing in the room. He snickered and tried to look away from what his friend had become, but that just made him look at Corrin who then began on his other foot. He shook his head at that and more unbidden memories came into his head. A young Corrin pouting in front of a pair of boots that his older brother insisted he wear in the cold halls of the Nohrian castle he was raised in. Looking at Xander with a quivering lip and wet eyes before his elder brother pounced on the young swordsman. The two would grapple for a bit until Xander got ahold of Corrin's ankle and showed him what going barefoot would do for him in battle. The room would fill with royal howling as Corrin, who had mastered getting his own boots off, would soon have Xander's across the room and be drilling his fingers between his big brother's toes. By dint of stamina alone, Xander would win as Corrin would relent enough for him to drag the little prince away from his own feet. "FIHIHINE BROTHER! I'LL WEHEHEAR THEM!" he'd scream but it simply wasn't enough at this point. Xander would laugh as Leo, Lazlow and Siegbert would join him in tickling his younger brother stupid for having wasted their time. He remembered Corrin's screaming and…wait.

Back in the present, he shook his head. Something was wrong. That memory didn't make sense. He struggled to remember other things about that day but couldn't. The slightest tick of her lip signified Eir's smile as her pets retreated back to her for orders. Something was wrong, Xander was sure. That memory was wrong. He'd tickled Corrin as a child yes, and it was alongside his family….but…why couldn't he put his finger on it? Was that Princess doing this? How? He was stripped naked and she was simply standing there. She pointed to something and Lazlow and Corrin went to a wooden chest at the side of the room. Since childhood, Xander had always kept himself warm and unwavering inside while on the battlefield by taking refuge in his memories, even during the worst moments. He thought back on his worst battle during the war: when Corrin had first left. He had been locked in battle with Prince Ryoma of Hoshido when the samurai had unhorsed him. Before he could do anything he'd been pounced upon, and Ryoma was quick to hogtie him with the saddle of his own horse! His ankles were bound up behind him with the leather seat on his back, which the samurai reclined in as the blond wiggled on his belly in the dirt. He felt his boots being slid off and soon Ryoma was sucking and biting on his bare feet as he could do nothing but scream. His fellow warrior prince took his long hair and flossed it between the toes as Xander squirmed under the saddle and begged for mercy.

"End this war then," Ryoma asked with a smug smile to which the Nohrian nodded frantically. That was how their first and last battle had gone and how he had ended up as a hostage to Ryoma—Wait no that was wrong, none of that was right!

Xander shook his head and the "memory" faded away to the point where he had to struggle to recall it. Eir smiled at his confusion and signaled to her minions. Xander jumped at the pair of feathers that were suddenly inserted and twirled inside his ears. Eir took a seat and—wait, had that chair been there the whole time? Xander couldn't remember if she'd been seated the whole time and had just stood…or vice versa. It was so hard to think with Leo and Siegbert tickling his ears like this. His brother and son leaned close and pinched a pectoral each while smirking, causing him to howl and be sucked into another memory. This time he was young again and comfortable in his bed. The first cracks of light were starting to shine at the window as he reclined in his bed. The feeling of fluff between his toes made him giggle and he pretended not to notice a mischievous little Leo teasing his feet with a feather under the covers. Instead, he pulled the sheets over his head and smiled at the sight of Siegbert beneath the sheets in mid-pounce upon him with the intent of getting at his bare pits. His son knew every spot that got his father begging because he'd inherited them. This wasn't the first time he'd…he'd…what? No! Siegbert couldn't have been there when he was young…as he wouldn't have even been alive! He shook his head again knocking the feathers from his torturer's hands. They sulked and withdrew into the shadows as Eir simply watched. Her smile was slight but growing at the sight of her prisoner battling ticklish sensations all over his own body and from his memories.

Xander recalled he and his sister tickling Leo and Corrin as youths and shook his head. Perhaps that was right but he couldn't chance it. Shooing those away only replaced them with a new version that had him and Camilla on the losing end, Leo and Corrin biting and nibbling at their respective chests while they went wild into pillows stuffed between their teeth for the purpose of keeping the noise down. Rejecting that memory replaced it with one of himself bound and gagged while all three of his siblings had their way with him, Camilla teasing his trapped foot that she kept between her breasts while Corrin's talented toes went wild inside his thighs and a giggling and deranged Leo blew never-ending raspberries into his abs. He shook on the cross untouched, instead laughing at the sensations of his own false memories tickling him as if they were really happening. In his own head, Xander was mummified in cloth and squirming as his feet were played with by enemies whose faces he couldn't see. They wielded feathers between his long toes and forced him to howl into a gag that he didn't recall having but a moment ago. The ticklers’ tongues diving in-between his toes alongside the feathers drove any thought of logistics or the numbers of his opponents from his head though. Instead, it was as if those feathers and tongues were shooting straight through to his nerves.

He heard a snap and was back on the cross before Eir, panting heavily. Her minions were gone and so was their chest of tools. Actually…could he be sure they were ever here at all? She looked at him and asked him simply and flatly.

"What do you desire?" Xander simply hung there dumbfounded for a moment before his rage overtook him.

"MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS FREED YOU, WITCH!"

"Hmmph not yet then. Very well, back you go." The room disappeared from his sight and suddenly Xander was on a stage before a crowd. Still crucified, the Hoshidan Queen and her two sons stood before him with a mass crowd before them and various other stages that he couldn't quite make out. The Queen of Hoshido addressed the crowd of what looked to be her subjects and Xander finally filtered out their cheers and was able to understand. "—to commemorate our victory over the Kingdom of Nohr! We will now force a promise, from not just their royals but every one of their generals, of eternal vassal-hood to the great and glorious Kingdom of Hoshido!"

Now Xander could see the other stages clearer. Upon each was either a member of his family or forces in a similar position to his own, however unlike him it looked like they'd all been getting worked over for a while. He saw a Camilla whose body had been painted with all manner of derogatory terms, Arthur with a pair of women's underwear over his face and Niles forced into a chaste white kimono. All three's feet were being given special attention though by those mechanicals that the Hoshidans were so proud of. Xander looked down at his own and saw one of them rolling into position that someone sickeningly dressed in his sisters Elise's clothes. The creature's small ceramic face opened up and rotating brushes sprung forth and descended over his big feet, plunging them into a soft and fluffy tickle hell. He shook his head and bawled his eyes out upon the cross as speedy brushes got the tops and bottoms of his feet while he begged into a gag. He saw a pair of feet sticking from a box surrounded by children and realized what had become of Corrin in this vision. A blonde servant girl in a black kimono came forward and reached forward to shred away his boxers and grip his furry cock in a familiar iron grip. He recognized the woman now as none other than his beloved wife Charlotte. She stroked the underside of his shaft cooly and he trembled at not only the touch but his wife's unrecognizing gaz-wait…was he even married?!

The scene shifted again as he shook it away. This time he was on his knees before the throne of his father who looked over him. He hazarded a glance up though and instead of the King of Nohr saw Corrin seated. Black smoke swirled around his brother and his eyes glowed red as the barefoot dragon prince looked upon him with a snarl. A weight crushed on Xander's back as Corrin struck him with his tail and forced him face-first into his foot.

"So you failed me again brother? You were to capture Lazlow and bring him to me to be punished, but he escaped." Xander tried to protest, to claim ignorance, to say that none of this was real but found a princely foot jammed between his lips that stopped the words in his throat. He tried to pull away but received a crack across his shoulder from the tail for that and the cruel Corrin shoved his toes in deeper.

"You let him get away, didn't you? You simpering fool, you let him go because he's your 'friend' didn't you?" Xander was finally able to get Corrin's foot out of his mouth but didn't run despite his instincts telling him to. This let that blasted tail coil around his arms and drag them above his head. Corrin uses his new appendage to pull his former brother over his lap and trace the prince's powerful nips through his shirt.

"Hmmmph I'd say you just earned Leo a night in the special sandals, but I doubt you care at this point. Your real family clearly means less to you than your imagined one. So I think this punishment will be yours. SIEGBERT!" Xander looked in horror as his son stepped forward wearing a maid's dress with a pair of wicked-looking shoes in his hands. His own legs were clad in sheer nylon and nothing else and he winced with each step in ticklish agony as he presented them. Corrin flashed a look of annoyance at his servant, who jumped fearfully before going right to putting them onto his father's feet. Xander kicked out of just confusion before he heard a click and the shoes whirled to life. His toes were forced apart and what felt like dull pins were pushed into the spaces between them. They dug in all over the man's powerful 13's as he thrashed in Corrin's iron grip. Even worse the cruel dragon dug his own short nails into Xander's arm hollows through his shirt. With a snarl, Corrin ripped the cloth away from Xander's sleeves to give him full access to the pits of his prisoner. Claws danced along Xander's muscles as the brushes inside his shoes sped up.

"THIHIHIS ISN'T REAAL! THIS NEHEHEVER HAPPENED! GAHAHAHA GEEHET OFF!"

Xander was back upon the cross with Eir still staring right through him. He gasped and wheezed for air as she repeated her question. "What do you desire?"

"Ti-NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY MIND?! RELEASE ME AND MY FAMILY!"

"Hmm not yet then. What else…oh dear yes that one."

Suddenly the world swirled around Xander once again. He was strapped to a chair now and staring at a stage bathed in a spotlight. Upon it stood a dancer wearing nothing but veils; they turned and Xander shook at the sight of his missing brother Leo who began to twirl upon the stage as flames started to spread around him. Behind him, hands crept down over his shoulders and started to pinch and stroke at his chest. He recognized them. That strong grip was his sister Camilla, and that silver glove was Corrin's he saw a small one that protruded feathers that he recognized as Princess Veronica's from when he'd been her caretaker. A powerful black gauntlet that he recognized as his father clamped on his shoulder and the King of Nohr strode before him and took a seat as more gloves skittered over him to take positions. He saw a frilly pink one that was Elise's and a larger one that belonged to his nephew Forrest. They went straight for his feet and began to play between his toes as Garon began to speak.

"I gave you a task boy. You were to capture Corrin and kill those fool Hoshidans he's playing alongside. You not only failed me but you took the life of-" Garon's words were drowned about by the screams of Leo as the flames on stage spread to him. The blonde dropped the ground but that's when he heard it. Leo wasn't wailing in pain but screeching in ticklish agony. He thrashed about on the stage beating at the flames while his teared up as they licked and took his feet. No matter what the young prince did he couldn't put out this magical blaze and his constant rolling was only spreading it.

"Pathetic. I'd hoped your younger brother to be made of a better material, but that enchanted flame has him wailing like a babe for mercy. The one thing that the weak fool is good for is to keep you motivated. The strongest sword arm in Nohr and you can't stop a silly fool like Corrin from leading an army of sandal-wearing kinshi tenders right through our lands. Your sister was more than eager to fly out and take vengeance when I had Iago tell her that it was Corrin who'd struck down Elise. You yourself nearly perished there, and you would have if we hadn't thrown a good couple of pieces of ‘meat’ into the grinder. Hans said those fool border guards fought well, but the last he'd seen they were doomed."

Garon grabbed Xander's free ankle as now gloves that matched Benny and Charlotte's came and began to explore his button making him snort at the new additions. The false version of his father traced a finger along the top of his foot and smiled as Xander broke into full-blown laughter at the old tactics from his childhood. Xander threw his head from side to side, but soon was forced to look straight ahead by yet more gloves that forced him to watch Garon drag a slooooow trailing finger up the top of his foot and go between each of his toes and down the sole. Now Xander was a small boy, being punished for not getting Corrin into his boots again. His tearful younger half-brother watching on as Gunter kept him in his seat with a stern hand as Garon played along his small foot, making him squeal while lecturing him about how he was responsible for his brothers. Now Leo joined his screams as a young version of his brother was hoisted up by Hans who went straight into the dour princeling's belly.

Xander was back again on his cross and Eir asked once more.

"What do you desire Prince of Nohr?"

"Hehehahaha, please! No more tickles! Don't do this!"

"Back in."

"NOOOO PLEASE!" Xander was before Surtr now kneeling. This one he remembered well. Laying across the King's lap was Corrin and the lord of Muspel's massive fingers were embedded in the dragon's armpits making him buck and thrash. Xander tried to look away but was enthralled.

"So you know your mission? Your ‘escape’ will be time-consuming so there will be no second chance. Get it right or you'll never have this one back.” Guards in heavy black armor flanked Surtr, and at his nod they took Corrin's hands and feet under their arms. Watching them produce some kinds of devices, Xander heard a click and now saw the silver-haired prisoner bound in strange-looking iron shoes and gloves. They clicked together and kept Corrin wrists and ankles stuck together no matter hard he pulled and when Surtr forced them together they forced his flexible younger brother into a "U" position as if he was caught while touching his toes. Corrin was stuck like this as Surtr slipped a hand beneath his stomach and threw him over his shoulder. He stood with the Prince like this, using one hand to tickle away at his lower back and the other to stroke the palms and soles that were readily exposed to him through these metal sandals trapping him.

"Twinkle-Toes here is my favorite pet since he was the one who started my collecting habit. You'll have to bring me some tasty treats for me to consider releasing him." Hands seized Xander and shoved him to his back. He was descended on by Surtr's generals and daughters who each took a hand and foot. Pens were produced and names written upon the skin. Through his tears Xander recognized them. Sothe the thief, Lewyn the mage, Eldigan the knight, and Prince Alfonse himself. They were all good men who didn't deserve to be betrayed and doomed to lives as twitching tickle sluts at this despot’s hands, but Xander's family was chief in his mind, and for them he'd doom even more. With the ink still wet on his skin he nodded and Surtr's mocking laugh boomed over Corrin's own desperate version as his generals wrote more names upon Xander's chest. They were going so fast that Xander could only pick a few from the list. Wolt, Ephraim, Reyson. He tried to look down to read them through his tears only for a rough hand to seize his chin and write “Lif” upon his neck. Still, Xander nodded his head and swore that he'd do it. If it meant freeing his sibling, he'd give Surtr whatever names he wanted to save his family. Surtr laughed and the names on Xander's hands and feet began to swirl. They changed into names that meant far more to him. Leo, Siegbert, Lazlow and his own name appeared on his skin as he started to feel faint from the lack of air. Surtr laughed about a deal being a deal and swore to honor his end.

The world changed again and he was back with Eir but this time she had a guest. Standing next to her in only black robes was his younger brother Leo. A grin was on his face as he saw a light in Xander's eyes.

"Dear brother you are awake! Goodness, and here I thought my daughter-in-law here might have broken you!" Xander blinked sweat from his eyes as he panted but still heard the words his brother had said and had to ask him out of concern.

"Your…what?" "Oh? Surprised? Did you expect me to simply be a giggling slave like all the others you sold to Surtr? Surprised that your weak younger brother managed to make something of himself? Yes, Big Brother, I'm thriving here in this tickle hell you dumped me in."

"Leo I neve-"

"Save it! You may not have been the one to personally put me here but knowing all that you've done to make this place, I feel safe in blaming you for this. All for Corrin as well! He's not even your real blood yet you threw away your retainer, your son, and me—your brother—for him. They were all the lucky ones you know. Surtr is nowhere near as creative as Lady Hel. My copies await me in my chambers to scrub me pink and pretty whenever I'm summoned to my bed for our royal games with my darling new bride-"

"Leo I never-"

"You never what? Thought that a lunatic would betray you? How did that work out with father? Iago? Hans? Do you even remember any of that at this point, brother, or has Eir just turned those into faces that you remember scratching at your big stupid feet?"

"Leo I'm sorry…this was to protect-"

"You're sorry?! Whatever for?! This new power Hel gave me is fantastic! Give me a few more days and we'll have shy little Siegbert in here to tell you the same. Once you realize it's just tickling and see past that and all of the silly games, you'll see how this world is heaven!"

"…Leo what have they done to you? They were never supposed to take you or Sieg or anywhere near this many!"

"Oh is this too many brother? We're nowhere near done. By the gods, we're not even the only ones playing at this anymore. That tall fellow is quite creative but Helly-Welly has something planned for him, Surtr too—oops…brother you've made me wag my tongue too much! Eir, I don't suppose your mother could not know about that?" The dour princess simply sighed and Xander could see her hands flash. A chair was now behind Leo, or had it always been there? Xander could barely think over all the manic tickling his brother had been putting him throug—NO! That was another of her tricks! Leo had yet to touch him! He'd just babbled on and on about tickling! Gods no more of it, what had actually happened? He shook his head as if he could make Eir's tampering simply slosh out an ear as hands of fog emerged from the floor and pulled Leo into the chair that was now — or had always —been a throne. The younger Prince of Nohr didn't resist as they clamped his wrists to the armrests as Eir sighed.

"You know that there are no secrets from Mother in spaces where her power is used."

A hand of mist brushed aside Leo's robes to reveal he was naked beneath. A single finger circled the rim of Leo's cute navel while he snickered. "I dohohooo know that yoohour mother is not to be trihihihfled with. Still, allohohow me to help you with pacifying this traitor my dear new daughter." With flexibility that Xander dared not to question when he practiced, Leo's legs rose and his pink size 13's fumbled with Xander’s boxers until his cock sprung forth. They cupped around the powerful organ and Leo's titters increased at the feeling of the blonde pubes upon his feet. Xander whimpered at the unbearable titillating courtesy of the sadist his brother had become and tried to stammer for him to stop, but the first pump shot his seed forth. It splattered on Leo and beyond and he sagged in his bonds again with heavy eyes.

"Oh dear brother, don't you doze away now! No, nohoho, no! I endured so long in Hel's fog for this power and you will too if we're tohoho make you the proper choice for my dear Eir. So please endure brother, there's so much more to come! We both need to be properly ready for when we go and capture our dear sisters together." Xander was barely conscious but the word sister made his eyes shoot open. He pulled at his bonds with a brand new surge of rage and actually managed to break his wrist free of one. However, hands seized his wrist that were much angrier. Xander looked back to see the tall knight Eldigan holding his hand in place while his other began to count Xander's ribs. His eyes went wide at the sight of the man who he'd betrayed to try and help his family, when he felt a brush at his feet. He looked down through the roiling fog to see the thief Sothe with a bucket and brush that he held in his teeth. The wincing Zephyr did his best to smile as the itching sensations ravaged his body and made him wish to scream — just like Xander did when he started to feel the effects of what Sothe had applied to his feet with that brush. An exhale of air from his brother and Xander now saw another man sat atop his brother's lap. Lewyn gave a cheeky wave as his own wrinkly 12's crept up to assist Leo's with the rapidly stiffening pole coming from Xander's waist.

"You can tell the others were very happy to see you here as well, brother. Lazlow and his band will be along shortly just as Ephraim will. They're all very eager to show you EVERYTHING they've learned. After all…that's exactly what you wanted isn't it?" Xander's lips were clenched shut at the sensations all over his body as hands of fog joined the fray to squeeze his knees and stroke his palms. He wanted to deny it all for some reason, say everything wasn't supposed to be this way, but couldn't say why. Every thought in his head before now was for this shameful children's act that controlled his life so why would he want to leave? Tickling was everything in his life, and now here he was getting so much of it with his family and new friends. His seed shot again painting those before him, and Xander erupted in belly laughs as Eir watched dispassionately. She had hoped the paladin's defiance could have endured but she supposed no man could withstand this mind-melting torture. She would have to seek an ally in her escape elsewhere. Xander shot a third time as the door opened and Surtr himself entered to inspect his new toy's progress.

Siegbert's breathing was shallow and hushed as he peered around the corner. He saw a pair of Muspel guards waiting before the door to the room where he'd been told his father was being held. He waited just as the princess had said until he heard a crash. Peeking around the corner he saw Prince Alfonse standing in the ruins of a door he'd just broken down and the guards already moving to capture him. The Askran Prince turned the corner with the guards in pursuit and Siegbert heard him burst into frantic laughter as he opened the door. He paused for a second and thought of helping the Prince and defying what Eir had said. If the two of them overpowered the guards there would be nothing stopping them from taking father with them as well. His family came first though, just as father always said, and there was a high chance that it would end with his own moans joining Alfonse's. He slipped in the door and saw his father sagging off the cross just as he had been told. He was unconscious though, and while that complicated things Siegbert was secretly relieved his father couldn't see him in this ridiculous outfit. That twisted thing that wore his Uncle Leo's face had dressed him personally in his mother's clothes, thinking that Charlotte's attire would best highlight the boy's features. While he definitely didn't fill out the chest which had allowed that ghastly thing that had him at it’s tea party easy access to his little nipples, the young man was so grateful for the boots even now. He knew that footwear in Muspel was rare and shuddered at the reason why.

He pulled his father down and got under his shoulder while trying not to think about the stickiness of Xander's skin on his own. They exited the room together while Siegbert tried to block out thoughts of Alfonse's muffled gasps around the corner and what exactly he'd been muffled with. Just as Eir had told him the secret passage was in the room where Alfonse had been held beneath the portrait. While he found the correct stones to pull out to open the small passage he tried not to think about this room. The fluffy carpets, giant bed, and owl imagery scared him greatly. His father started to stir and Siegbert breathed a sigh of relief; he had not been looking forward to having to drag his unconscious father through this passage. It was only just big enough to crawl, but as Siegbert crept in to inspect it he suddenly felt a strong arm wrap around his ankles. His yelp got a chuckle from his naked father who played a finger down the side of his boot.

"Oooooh, I recognize these shoes. Honey, I'm so glad you're here! I felt so guilty that you didn't get to join me in my heaven."

Xander's fingers easily ripped right through the leather of the boots and exposed the little 9's inside their darling little lacy socks identical to his mother’s, though with a key difference. "Hmmm? These are smaller than I…remember? What don't I remember?…"

A finger down the socked feet made Siegbert laugh as the little prince's feet had always been sensitive even before Surtr's curse. A pinch at the heel to pull away the sock had him pleading for his father to stop and let him save him like he'd come to do, but Xander gave no indication of even being able to hear him. He pulled the sock off and called for the guards while Siegbert wailed for help in the tunnel to whoever was supposed to have been waiting for him on the other end, Eir had long since run at the first sign of trouble though. She knew her mother wouldn't be long to find out about her betrayal, but she had to try and save at least one person before she left. That Siegbert had refused to leave his father had doomed him, as once Xander finally recognized the little feet in his grasp it wouldn't be long until he remembered all the sweetest spots on them as well. Siegbert was on his own now and probably could have been saved had he assisted Alfonse, or simply seen past his own family for the greater good. Oh well, something for the boy to laugh about.

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Libra’s Confessions

Libra sighed in the darkness, he'd tried to get free from this bondage again and had no more success than he'd had an hour ago. He hoped that the others who'd been captured were having more luck at getting free. He'd been silently praying at Castle Askr when his world had suddenly gone white. When he'd gotten his bearings he realized he was in pile of similarly disoriented comrades before a crowd wearing the colors of Muspel. They all tried to fight back but were defenseless in their confused state when it began. A sudden rush of horrid creatures had overtaken them and he could do nothing as his comrades were dragged away in all directions to unknown fates laughing hysterically. It had all happened so fast they all barely had time to react.

A man in a stage magician's garb had leaped forward and placed a top on Merric's head. The mage had shot up into it leaving behind his boots so that only his bare feet protruded from the bottom which the blond magician had been happy to stroke as he walked into the shadows with his new prize. Libra had taken a defensive position alongside the Prince Marth of legend and the swordsman Rutger to protect who they could but could only watch the fates of others. Jaffar had dodged aside as feathery tentacles dragged a shrieking Canas away but before he could even land his light feet on the ground was snatched in midair by a feathered creature that carried him away. Libra and his hastily assembled comrades winced at his deep laugh that they'd never heard before.

The three sucessfully held each other together and protected a terrified young Raigh as others weren't so lucky. Cormag moved to join them but was descended upon by a cloud of feathers that disappeared with him howling inside it. Raigh trembled against Libra's leg but three stood strong turning away the hands, tentacles and ropes that tried to drag away each of them. A massive white glove took interest in Prince Marth and tried to take him but had difficulty as they all stood together. Libra however was the weakest link as he reached out a hand at the sight of his wife's unconscious form being carried away. His weakness of spirit allowed Prince Marth to be taken and a collar clamped around the necks of both him and Rutger by heavy armored knights. They were dragged in opposite directions as General Helbindi carried away a defiant Raigh under his spitting curses that turned to laughter as his small shoes were left behind. He was dragged into another room where Loki awaited to cast a spell of paralysis upon the friar to allow troubador's to relieve him of his clothes.

His unresponsive form was carried away by a tall stoic footman who he recognized as one of the fallen comrades Surtr had twisted. The man took him to a dark box and locked him into the complex seat that waited him inside it before closing the behind him and leaving him trapped in a pitch and total darkness with nothing but his thoughts and failings towards himself and all of his comrades and how he deserved whatever punishment awaited him for this and all of his sins past.

All he could see was the inside of this narrow booth of sturdy wood, clearly meant for a single person to occupy. Though it was sealed on all four sides, it vaguely resembled one of the confessionals the saint was quite accustomed to occupying as a clergyman back in his home realm. He sat on a familiar bench connecting the walls on either side of him, though his bare nakedness made for a quite alien experience. The only light in the tight space faintly emanated not a from a typical curtain for anonymity, but from a small, latticed screen in the thick wall in front of him. Libra’s lithe, chiseled figure sat bound securely in leather straps with his arms stretched above him; his wrists hanging over his head. His long legs had been stretched out in front of him, the tight space of the box forcing his ankles out the wall through two padded holes. The priest’s supple yet surprisingly masculine feet - broad balls and deep arches with long, meaty toes of alabaster - were trapped on the other side of the wall.

He thought to himself of conversations past before this war had become his new life. Of his many failings to his comrades. The lack of solace Lon'qu had managed to find with the opposite sex and how this woman's face of his had robbed him of being able to comfort the loner. In a situation as this he should have been perfect to help his comrade but failed at that. He'd been happy when the swordmaster had started to open up to the fair ladies thanks to the coachings of the priest Lucius. His heart stung at that name though and the shame he'd felt in the jealousy that had haunted him about that man's sucess with not only Lon'qu but others. When Libra had attempted to soothe the genius Lute of her odd tendencies he'd failed before her stand-offish nature and had watched as again Lucius had lured her to partake in meals with the others by promising it as a learning experience on other worlds , cultures and even species.

He saw pain in that man's blue eyes that he knew all too well and saw him wince at the calls of "Ma'am" and "Fair Lass" just as he remembered doing. Still he never attempted to help him due to his belief that one as talented at solving others problems such as he needed the help of sinner in monk's cloth. Whe he'd disappeared after a battle with Surtr and Frederick reported his capture Libra's heart sunk at the petty feeling that had cost him the friendship of a fellow and burdened him with yet more sin.

He'd tried to confide his sin with an unlikely devil who's smile he envied. Henry hadn't even given the inclination of paying to attention to this war in the slightest since Lord Chrom had ordered him to stay within the castle and had seemed genuinely unaware of the going's on until Libra told him. His smile had actually left his lips at the knowledge of Morgan and Robin's capture even though they were not the ones he knew from their world. The description of the fates of the captives though had made the pale mage simply walk away and ignore Libra's calls for him to cool himself. The mage had disappeared from the castle the next day and hadn't been heard from since. That had weighed heavily on him as yet another sin on his tally. He tried to distract himself by peering through the gloom at parts of his gilded birdcage.

The screen in the front wall had a soundproof covering that blocked out all of the monk’s demands for release. Libra called to learn what had become of his friends and received nothing but his own voice booming back at him. When he'd finally received an answer back from his captors though the welfare of the other Heroes had quickly become the last of his worries. For an entire day the devout man was besought by hungry demons that emerged from the shadows inside the tight box. They assaulted the androgynous man with intense and erotic tickling for hours on end, never for the same length of time, never at the same time of day, and never with a consistent period in between sessions for the him to recover.

It’d be the same spots over and over, yet it always felt brand new. No matter how often Libra’s pits and knee caps and belly button and asshole were defiled, each spot seemed to return to its default sensitivity afterwards, preventing any tolerance to the torture to build over time. The demonic wraiths would implement new tools on his upper body and legs every session; no two feathers were alike, and Libra could feel the difference between every single one - as evidenced by the day his long locks were pulled back, and 10 sadistic imps teased every exposed inch of his head and neck with feathers. That particular session lasted three hours, and only ended when the man was overwhelmed by the stimulation and came hard into an imp’s deep-red face...all without his penis being touched even once.

Cumming had become yet another cardinal sin for the priest. He tried to resist the urge every time, but it was only after his inevitable climax that the devils would return to their shadows for a time. Despite himself, the orgasmic euphoria coupled with the relief of seeing those damned creatures fade away would make the holy man moan like a common whore every time...even though he was well aware of what would come next. Not only did releasing his load send the hell spawn away, it was the only thing that triggered the soundproof cover to slide open, for once letting Libra hear a sound other than his own wrecked cries for mercy. The sensory deprivation had affected him so acutely that it brought him catharsis listening to the sounds outside his small room, even if all he heard was the begging and pleading of his allies as they suffered ticklish annihilation in their own cells.

This respite only lasted seconds, as he still had to repent for his forced ejaculation. When the cover would slide open Libra would be greeted by the face of a prisoner, servant, general, or even Surtr himself. The new arrival would seat themselves outside his booth; tie back the big toes of his vulnerable feet long since sullied by ticklish abuse; anoint them with honey and lavender oils for superhuman levels of sensitivity; and utter the same phrase before damning his soles to hellish punishment:

“Beg for forgiveness, Father, for you have sinned.”

This had continued for days that turned to weeks until one day that was different. Libra sat in his cage shaking, awaiting his torment to begin in an attempt to be ready. This had never worked before but it was now all he had. His entire body tensed at every sound and movement inside his sin pit both real and imaginary. Nothing came though, for the entire day for the first time in weeks he sat unmolested and serene until finally he breathed a sigh of relief and winced at the sound of wet splash into the wall. He sighed at the feeling of warm goo on his powerful thighs and sobbed at what he'd become. Cumming for nothing but his own paranoia. The door opened for his confession and Libra prayed for the first time in awhile that this torturer wouldn't speak and simply mete out his punishment with a dignity that he didn't deserve.

"Nya-ha-ha! Hey-o Libra! You seem to be in a good mood! Wish I could do that hands free! I might go a bit too far though!"

Libra raised a tear streaked, red face to the unbelievable sound of his missing comrade and the sound of the locks to his cell being opened behind him. His confessional door was left open as a pair of small brown hands undid the chains around his wrists. A slight, soft finger stroked up his saintly sole as he felt it's partner being released from it's place in the wall. Despite himself Libra snickered at the sensation still and was rewarded from it with another squeaky laugh from his spiritual support in the other booth.

"There! That's a HEX of a better look for you Libra! You should keep that pretty grin on your face for a SMILE! Nya-ha-ha!"

Princess Laevateinn caught the priest when he fell back after being released from his chains and with surprising ease dragged him from his cell and gently lay the much taller monk upon the cold stone floor. Libra was so stunned that he could barely move even when his vision was filled with that familiar smiling pale face. The little mage actually hugged the sweaty and sticky holy man and Libra was struck by how small he was. Should he have sat up the little dark mage would have dangled from his like a pendant alomst two feet from the ground.

"You look so much better with a smile Nya-ha-ha! That sour puss gloom and doom look works for other but on you it's a bit done!"

He nuzzled Libra's chest and smiled wide while the Princess of nudged him in the stomach with a bare foot.

"Isn't this place great?! I thought blood and death was great but all this tickling just has me RAVEN! Nya-ha-ha! It's like dying but everyone's smiling! Pain but where everybody likes it instead of just me!"

"What? I don't like i-BA-HAWHASTAHAHP!"

"See? You love it! Sure stabbing and bleed-y die-die time are nice but isn't it better when everyone having a good time? That's why this worlds great! Everybody's smiling and happy even when they die! They don't bury you they RASPBERRY you! PPBBBBBTTT!!"

Libra could only throw his head back as Henry's little lips blew into his pec. He did not try to throw him off or even stop the young sorcerer. Instead he thought on how much sense his comrade made. His sins in this world were rewarded with laughter and pleasure which made no sense but what made less sense was how he had fought it. He and his allies fought against evil people, monsters and even gods who hurt others and killed them. Not once before coming to this world had he thought of tickling as something he should stop and punish. What his Plegian friend said to him made sense, they had all fought hard in their world and again here but what if it was in error? Maybe this place was not hell as he'd thought in his confessional...but was in fact... Henry's next words were cut off by a petite foot rubbing on his face.

"Hey...I want some...gimme...c'mon..."

"Hey, Hey royal pain I haven't seen my friend in awhile! Tharja wasn't in the mood but now the her hubbies with us maybe she'll be a bit less gloomy! But now that you mention it..Getting my piggies scratched does sound nice! Hey Libra since we saved your soul and all...wanna punish our SO-mmmpph!!"

Henry's pun was cut off by Laevateinn's foot on his face again. "No more...talking...c'mon...tickles already..." Laevateinnn insisted.

Henry reclined back and pushed his feet into Libra's face and after a moment Laevateinn did the same while hugging him. Libra looked at the pair of wrinkly chocolate and vanilla soles before him before grabbing the ankles and licking his lips. His tongue slipped out as the sinner reveled in his new found heaven. He couldn't wait to make sure that his friends saw this for themselves. "Nya-hahahahahahee!~ Your gonna lohohove the baths!"

[featherboysemblem]

Wolt kicked idly at the water and pouted. He'd been waiting here at the beach for awhile to meet with Mast-...Roy he corrected himself internally. That conversation with his lord would take a while to get used to... He stared at his sandal-clad feet and wiggled the toes showing from them, while playing his Lord and friends' words back to himself about how he'd like those two positions in Wolt's mind switched. Waiting here for his mast-...friend Roy, damn he'd done it again - was doing nothing to improve his feelings. He'd wanted to ask his lord...friend's opinion on if he could ever be forgiven if he asked to remain his vassal first and friend second despite what his liege...friend had asked of him. He wondered what could be taking Lord Roy and Lillina so long-Wait! What if something had happened to them? He stood up in a panic and began pacing back and forth along the sands. He'd stupidly asked to go ahead after Roy had confronted him about his lack of familiarity with him, then in a childish bout of emotion he'd run ahead on the swimming expedition they'd requested him to join them on. He'd been so stupidly eager to go that he was waiting in his trunks when Roy had pulled him aside like that. He'd told him about how he was mad at someone he considered his best friend, but didn't think of him beyond how Roy's own station affected them. How they'd been close as children, Roy and this person, but once his lordship had been revealed they treated him differently. Wolt was eager to find this person for his lord and tell them off, but the remark about childhood had thrown him. He hadn't known Roy to have had any other friends as a lad besides him. Was he maybe speaking of Lady Lillina?

Though she had been the one to tell Wolt about Roy's position she...oh. Wolt had understood and had asked to be excused so as to scout ahead for the nobles. He'd run off as Roy yelled after him to wait as he needed sometime to think. To have let such a stupid mistake get his lord captured was something he wouldn't be able to live with. Roy was already saddened at how Klein and Clarine had gone missing as well as how Raigh and Rutger had disappeared. He reached for his bow determined to go at once to save his lord but stopped. "What if I'm simply imagining things?" He said aloud to noone, not noticing a stirring in the shallows.

"What if I'm just making something up so that I don't have to think on what my lieg...er friend said? Blast and damn."

Wolt strode over to the shallows and stuck his sandaled feet into the briney blue. Letting the cool feeling of the water relax him.

"Ahhhh Lord Roy is most likely fine. I MEAN MY FRIEND ROY! Drat and blast."

The sun beat down unforgivingly, and he shielded his eyes at just the right moment so as to miss the hands of a white-haired figure down the beach suddenly flash. Looking back in that direction he shrugged at the sight of nothing but empty beach. Deciding this was the best place to wait for his friend Roy, the archer allowed himself to relax in the sea. He stepped further into the water with that thought in his head, when his foot thudded against something in the shallows. The water stirred and Wolt wondered what it was as the figure watched from afar. The large dome in the water was about two feet tall and the curious archer used his own foot to explore around it before being reckless and stepping atop it. Wolt recalled what he'd been told by all the others about how to be wary at all times in this realm and above all else never remove your shoes. He shook his head at the absurdity of what his friend Roy had told him. Wait! Lord! Lord Roy! ...Actually no, hang on, he'd gotten it right that time. He shook his head and ran his fingers through his green hair.

"THIS WORLD IS SOOO WEIRD! WHO FIGHTS A WAR THROUGH TICKLING!?" he yelled to nobody. Still, as he panted from the outburst he felt a tad better. Though it wounded him to say it perhaps Lord Roy had simply misjudged Klein as a person. The idea of brainwashing a person through something as silly as that was laughable to him. His mother had tickled him a bit when he was little using her arrows, but that was something totally different. Taking a step idly he almost slid right off the small dome he'd scaled, and after correcting his balance remembered what exactly he was doing here. This strange dome. He ran a hand along it beneath the water and found it not smooth but coarse. At the top he found a hole. Running a finger along the edge he contemplated sticking his hand in, but remembered what he'd been told of this world and its traps.

Instead he opted to place one of the arrows from his quiver into the hole. He placed it inside to the point where his hand would also have to go in to fit the arrow any deeper, and was puzzled at what that meant. Throwing caution to the wind the retainer placed his hand inside the hole and found it shallow enough to pat the bottom. Small fish swam in the water in there as Wolt felt about to see if there was a hole that perhaps he'd placed the arrow into to account for that shocking deepness, but found nothing but a sandy bottom. He wondered about Lord Roy again and felt definite concern at how he and Lady Lilina had yet to arrive here. He was sure they were safe in retrospect what with being accompanied by such capable fellow heroes as The Knights Frederick and Cordelia, as well a literal King like Innes. Still, if they had run into trouble he wanted to help them. This hole for some reason was really on his mind though. His friend Roy would love this hole! The water inside it was a good deal warmer than the already warm seawater he'd previously been waist-deep in. Now at atop the dome, it was only about ankle-deep.

The idea of that warm water on a certain part of his body was astoundingly appealing as it jumped to the forefront of his mind strangely. He felt like his friend Roy would love nothing more than to sit here with him as the two of them both put their feet into this hole and enjoyed the warm water. He heard a noise like stones grinding together and snapped out of his dreams of himself and Lord Roy that had left him almost as green as his lordship's hair. He searched around for the source of the noise and saw nothing in the water or upon the beach. He tried to get to his feet but couldn't. Looking down he saw that the source of the noise was an almost stony plate that slid against his knees and trapped his feet and calves in the hole. The fog lifted from his mind and he cursed himself for his stupidity at sticking himself here. He pulled but had no luck at getting free from the hole. He wiggled his sandaled toes nervously inside their new home and swallowed, trying to justify this as not the exact kind of thing Roy had warned him to watch out for. He felt something brush against his ankle and panicked at the thought of his feet not being alone in there. He tried wedging his bow into the crack in the plates to wedge it free but lost his grip and watched helplessly as the bow Roy had gotten him went twirling off into the drink.

Meanwhile, the residents of the hole started to stir. First the small fish that dwelt inside came to investigate the ten newcomers to their ecosystem and the strange cage they were in. The pale little worms wiggled when they swam against the white trunks that emerged from their cage, and as Wolt tried not to panic the little fish got brave and decided to play with their new friends. They began swimming amongst them and flitting their long trailing fins and tails at them to wake them up. Wolt started snickering on the outside as he frantically tried to get his fingers between the plates to pry himself free. Cackling like mad at the feeling of something slick and slippery getting between his toes and trailing maddeningly light-feeling string along their tops. He tried kicking to get them off with what little movement he had in his legs but that was a terrible idea. The second his feet were no longer flat, the curious fish pushed themselves inside the holes at the sides of his sandals. Thanks to the advantage of their bonelessness, these tricky little fish sticks were able to fit it into all kinds of tight places, and right into the spaces between Wolt's toes as well as snug under his soles and arches were the new lands they explored as the Sunbeam Archer went wild topside from the invasion of privacy. He tried stomping his feet but his lack of leg strength, the current of the water, and just how little he could move his legs in this position all combined to only really be able to pat his fishy ticklers with his soles. The soft warm skin atop them though felt heavenly to the little blighters who would vibrate in joy under the boy's size 9's at the new blanket they'd found. Atop the shell Wolt was going wild at the fishy fondling he was receiving.

He pounded his fists upon his seat and shook his head from side to side at the unwelcome attention. "Yooooou shoooouldn't doooo that," a droning voice said, causing him to look around. The hollow banging had chased off the fishies but it had also caused a silly looking head to pop out from the dome. It stared at the boy and gave a toothy grin that made Wolt's skin crawl. A pair of hands started to emerge from the water and began creeping up the shell towards him. In a panic the sunny boy tried splashing water at the hands as that was all he could really do at the moment in this position. The face disappeared back into the water and reappeared at his left but closer than before.

"There's ooooother things in my shell yoooou knoooow. Bigger things that you'll wake up with your noooooise." As if answering a summons, a pair of long eels emerged from their homes to investigate what the commotion was.

"Can you help me escape?" A hopeful Wolt asked the stranger, though the shake in his voice betrayed that he wasn't that hopeful. The strange creature simply smiled wider as its hands stayed just far enough from Wolt so as to be threatening, but not quite in striking distance. The long fingers wiggled just below the water and Wolt could see pieces of seaweed and kelp dangling from in-between the webbed digits. Wolt flinched as they drew closer but jumped at the feeling of teeth brushing against his feet. Down in the shell the eels had grown curious about the new arrivals and were trying to remove the wrapping around them. Carefully their teeth gnawed through the leather of Wolt's sandals, still though the fangs grazed Wolt's wiggling feet and made him snicker and twist as the creature's hands came closer.

"My name's Kappa new boooooy. Happy booooy. Wiggly booooy. I'm a Kappa! What's yooooour name nice booooy? Silly booooy? Smile-y booooy? Tell Kappa!" Wolt couldn't answer that if he tried because as his snacked-through sandals floated down to the bottom, the eels were now seeing if these wiggly little worms could simply be swallowed! Taking the little digits into their mouths the sea-snakes flicked long forked tongues over the tops of them and they nibbled ever so lightly at their bottoms. Four eels managed to get ten toes between them pretty well squared away, which made Wolt defenseless as the Kappa named Kappa got his hands upon his shoulders. The wiggling boyo was soon restrained and just forced to take it as the eels sucked and nibbled at his toes in the water. The webbed fingers worked themselves into his shoulders as the eels tongues snaked out from between their teeth and entwined themselves beneath the stems of the short toes.

Wolt was going red in the face and banging his fists again when they retreated. Breathing hard, Wolt finally started to notice the massage he was receiving and instinctively eased into it in appreciation after his workout. "Oh Lord Roy-!!! I-I mean!" "Whoooose my tasty boooooy talking aboooout? My name's Kappa! I'm a Kappa! Mmmm is the silly booooy noooot feeling well?"

To Wolt's surprise the plate released him! Before he could get away though he was seized by the waist and shoved into the water onto his belly. His swim trunks were pulled down by Kappa the Kappa and a long webbed finger teased up the pale sun-spared skin of his cheeks. He sniggered even as he writhed under the creature who was pinning him to its shell with its impossibly extending limbs. A few fingers started lightly teasing his lower back but his writhing was cut short by the sound of his stomach rumbling uncomfortably. "Oooooh? Is wiggly boooooy feeling bad? Rumbly tumbly? Pooooor baby. Tickle, tickle, tickle baby booooy!" Wolt could writhe as a webbed finger trailed slimy kelp along his lower back and made him want to scream. Meanwhile the other hand dragged nails along his cheeks and made him quiver pressed against the monsters shell. His only thought was how he hoped that Roy never found them now, as he feared the idea of his friend laying facedown next to him sharing the same fate. His heart hitched in his chest at that fear coming true as he saw a certain red-haired lord charging towards them! Upon seeing his lord flanked by a few other Heroes Wolt tried to wave him away, as from seemingly nowhere Robin appeared to harry them. The loyal maid of Laegjarn swung a lance to trip Roy and with a mere flick of the harpoon she used as a weapon, she sent Roy's shoes and socks flying into the air baring his small feet to the sunlight. The sight of them stopped Wolt's breath in his throat as he hadn't seen them since coming to the realm of Askr. He remembered he and Roy's tickle fights from when they were both small and so did Roy as he had warned Wolt about taking care of your shoes in this realm, lest it be the end of you.

The feeling of a webbed finger teasing his asshole got Wolt's mind back on his own plight as he burst into belly laughs at his entrance being knocked upon. "BAHAHAHAHA HEEEHEHEELLP! PLEEEHEEASEE ROHOOHOY I CAHAHAHAN'T GET FREE! SAHAHAHAVE ME!" He shrieked as other swimsuit-clad warriors helped Roy knock Robin aside and they all charged towards the kappa teasing Wolt. The feeling of movement though made a new level of fear take Wolt as the Kappa's shell started off away from the shore and his friends to take refuge in the sea. Wolt was starting to be dragged now towards that damn hole that had started everything. The eels had emerged from their hole and wrapped around his bare ankles. They were teasing the backs of his knees with long tongues as they dragged him towards their den. Roy and the others were in the water now and splashing towards them. Wolt tried digging his fingers into the shell to slow his movement but found his face seized by one of the reptilian hands and squished up. A long finger was extended from the other hand and began slowly teasing his nose. Wolt went wild at that as his nose basically acted as a switch to turn his resistance off. With an outstretched hand to Roy he disappeared down the hole into blackness and watched as the plate closed behind him. Roy and the others could do nothing but watch, as once it had its prey safely secured the kappa's shell took off like a shot away from them into the deep ocean. Roy kicked at the water in anger at his inability to save his friend while the others tried to console him.

When Wolt's eyes opened it was to a surprise. Blue, in all direction. He panicked and tried to whip around to see where the surface was but couldn't find anything but more blue in every direction he looked. He panicked and exhaled in a cloud of bubbles at how he was going to drown, but almost choked in surprise at how he was able to breathe. Despite the water around him, when he inhaled he could taste only the cleanest air. He swam in place in confusion at this new ability and in where he was now. The last thing he remembered was that turtle man dragging him away from his friend Roy. Now he saw no sign of either it or Roy down here which relieved him somewhat. A small bit of light caught his eye and he began to swim towards that in absence of any better ideas. He took deep breaths while he approached it as if the water might suddenly remember that he shouldn't be able to breathe it. Swimming towards the light he brushed aside pieces of string or kelp or something that he didn't want to concern himself with. Still, when a strand of that "something" trailed along his cheek it was like electricity shocked the skin lightly. The sensation traveled straight from his cheek into his brain and overcame him with...laughter. He burst into an uncontrollable fit of giggles at just the one touch and tried to swat at the string to make it go away.

The light drew closer to him, as more strings suddenly started to flow around him. He tried to swim away but now could he see that the strands had encircled him with no way back. That light was getting closer by the second and as Wolt tried to swim away he saw its form over his shoulder: a squishy, clear body that had those damn clear tentacles protruding from all over. Now that he had a clear look at it, Wolt could see that it looked like a massive form of a sea creature that Lilina had shown him once in her books. "It's a jellyfish Wolt! It stings so watch out! If you see it on the beach don't step on it and don't let Roy touch it either." Lilina had never said anything about it tickling or how big they were! The tentacles closed in around him just as the main body pushed into the pruny soles of his feet and surged over the little delicacies before taking them into itself. Wolt suddenly felt as if his feet were being bathed in electrically charged jelly that was sending stimuli up his legs and into his overloaded mind. The tentacles zapped him along his arms and sides and made him twist at the tickly sensations that were overtaking his body. They teased along his ribs and neck as he thrashed about blowing a steady blast of bubbles as his laughter was lost into the sea. A single little naughty stinger teased its way into his ear, and a little buzz right there went straight into his poor, pounding brain. He went limp after that in the tendrils, helpless to do anything but laugh out a jet of bubbles as they teased his nipples, nose, and chin.

Wolt was so overloaded that he didn't see the massive shadow swimming around the edge of his vision. The giant creature circled around to examine the pair that was making such a commotion in the blue. It recognized one of the creatures as its usual snack, but was confused by whatever it had entangled itself in that was blasting so many bubbles. Still, its massive stomach rumbled loud enough to tell the animal that food was near and that was the important thing. It picked up speed as it approached the jelly and the boy that was being turned to jelly, opening its massive mouth as it approached. The brainless sealife and the not-much-brighter landlubber could do nothing as the massive mouth streamed them in, though Wolt did manage to hook himself on the lip and lose the jelly as it was dragged down the gullet without him. The whale closed its massive mouth and trapped that tiny foot out there while its owner dangled into the warm mouth. Wolt noticed right away that the water inside was much warmer, but in seeing the inside of the mouth he noticed something else: the massive creature's mouth coated with what looked to be some sort of fuzz. He was so entranced by it, as well as the white liquid dripping from it, that he barely registered how there was no water in the whale's mouth and that this was not how whales normally worked. Instead all he could look at was all this fuzz and the various fuzz covered protuberances that lined the whale's mouth. They pulsed and writhed when Wolt placed a bare foot to the whale's gums to try and pull himself free. "Okay, so don't move..." Wolt whispered to himself "Got it..."

Wolt flexed the toes of his one foot out in the scary blue by itself, if only to reassure himself that it was still there outside the massive beast. Something this big though couldn't exist on its own though. Its massive hide would get riddled with parasites and barnacles without a dedicated support crew. Those little crabs that would clean the big guy now scuttled toward the strange pink thing sprouting from their host's mouth. The little crabs gathered around the strange parasite and went to work. Inside Wolt yelped at the feeling of pincers taking hold of his toes. He tried to stay still but smaller pincers now pinched super sensitive skin between the captives toes and made him begin to crack. A couple of adventurous crustacean's decided to scale his foot so that they could pinch the mounds of pink flesh that were the ball and heel. Inside his fishy prison Wolt had his hands clapped firmly over his mouth and was trying to keep still, but was jumping with each pinch to his poor foot. The fuzz lining inside of the whale's mouth shook (and in the case of a few hanging parts spun?!) in response to his every movement. The very movement of the crabs atop his foot with their pointy little legs upon his sole was driving him up the wall though. They started climbing in-between the toes and finally broke him.

"BAHAHA NOOOHOO!! WHAHAHT THE HEHEHELL'S IS OUT THEHEHERE! LEHEHEHT GOO! GIHIHIVE ME BACK MY FOOOHOOTGAHAHA!" He screamed as he pounded his free foot into the fleshy wall that held him, wrapping his hands around his ribs due to how he could hardly breathe out of exhaustion.

His massive captor wondered what the feeling upon the roof of its mouth was, and opened its jaws a bit to allow the seawater to pour in and begin a cleaning in there. Wolt was freed from the wall he was stuck in but the rushing water knocked him stupid, and when he landed it was in the wet fuzz that lined the inside of the mouth. Sniffing the liquid as everything came to life, he recognized what it was and felt his heart sink into his stomach. Soap was what lined the fuzzy protuberances and floors that now surged over the happy archer. Stems and pillars of various kinds forced themselves over Wolt's body and, for a lack of a better word, scrubbed him. A big one the size of a log went between his legs and scrubbed his thighs and backsides, while little ones that resembled string bound his toes and flossed their undersides. Wolt's eyes were squeezed shut from the soap all over his body as somehow what felt like hands joined the mix! They pinched his knees to get behind them and dug deeeeep into his belly button. His ribs somehow felt a spinning brush as the archer wondered what kind of soggy tickle hell he'd been dragged into by that bastard kappa. His chin, shoulders, and thighs felt more soapy spinning brushes ravage them while the fuzzy hands dug hard into his pits. When he opened his mouth to laugh something was jammed inside to keep it that way, and suddenly two brushes jammed their way in to begin scrubbing the inside of his mouth. He sputtered at the last one and finally opened his eyes to see what was happening.

Every kind of tickle tool and a few he'd never even dreamed of were formed from this damn soapy fuzz. His fishy host was very unhappy with his guest and was gonna wash his everything out with soap as punishment. Wolt was dragged into the air by a fuzzy hand, wrapping itself around the ankle of that same crab-ravaged foot, so that his rear could be opened and scrubbed more thoroughly. He gagged on the amount of soap in his mouth but then had his head turned so that it would spill out. Tiny brushes invaded his ears and began detail work on the undersides of his toes and balls. Wolt came explosively but was spic and span in seconds. His hair was scrubbed but his nose was carefully avoided to allow him to breath. When it all pulled away and Wolt was sucked down the throat, he hadn't the energy to do anything but soapily slide down its gullet.

Landing with a thud the soapy retainer was so tired he could barely move. All he could see of this massive stomach was a massive pool of water and massive, oddly pristine-looking clam shell. A hand protruded from between its ridged lips and urgently beckoned him over. The formerly-sunny-now-soapy-boy was too tired to move and could barely muster the effort to let out a confused.. "What?" While the puzzled boy panted though a new predator took aim. Slipping from the massive pools, they slid along the ground towards the newest soapy wreck that had been deposited down here by the whale. The hand in the clam grew more urgent as Wolt just stared blankly as if his mind had been scrubbed clean as well; until he felt something coil around his ankle and begin pulling him towards the water. His soapy skin slid smoothly along the ground as more tentacles descended upon him. They were coated in the same fuzz from above as they dragged him over they scrubbed him once more, working up a thick lather and focusing hard on his caught foot once more. He was barking laughter as more emerged from the pool and wrapped around his limbs and neck. He was lifted up towards the surging form of a squid that emerged from pool and brought before its sharp beak.

He didn't even have the energy to struggle and could only hang and laugh as his extra soapy foot was proffered to the mouth which opened wide to greet it. A long tongue darted out and pressed to his heel to drag up the foot, then between the toes, and along the top. Wolt's desperate tears intermingled with the soap as once the horridly slimy tongue had gotten all the soap off his foot, then the tentacles rearranged him in mid-air and forced one of his hands forward to take its place. It started in between the fingers as Wolt pleaded in hysterical gibberish for freedom, for his lord, for it to just stop. Something splashed into the water and Wolt was roughly dropped into the pool as it went to investigate. He bobbed there for a minute feeling how heavy his eyelids felt as a strong arm wrapped around him and began dragging him away from the thrashing squid. He gave in to sleep despite the situation out of exhaustion from his various workouts.

When he awoke it was to an environment and feeling that for lack of a better word was...clammy. Despite groaning inwardly at the pun, it was the best description. The pink inside of the shell left his skin feeling cold just by the sight alone, and the sleeping woman with a fishy lower half next to him did nothing more to inspire confidence. He moved the hand she had draped over him quietly and carefully to allow himself freedom before then trying to lever open the shell to further allow the archer to sneak away. He blushed at the thought of Roy laughing at the part where of this story where he woke up to a naked woman next to him. Despite getting his fingers in the crack he wasn't having much luck and the lack of room in here wasn't helping. His new quarters were only slightly roomier than a coffin and sharing it with another...person (Creature? Laguz?) wasn't helping. Wolt's bare and pruny size 10's were right in his rescuer's face, and despite his best efforts to be respectful, should they wake up it would be to the rosy sight of them. He felt hot air from the fish woman on the soggy soles and winced as he assumed she was just breathing in her sleep. Odd that a fish would do that, maybe if he'd read books like Roy and Lilina he would've known that. Indeed, had Wolt read books on the fable of mermaids he would've known that they don't and that they are very self-serving and cunning creatures. Wolt thought he was a master of stealth and silence for not waking his new roommate, but in reality the seaweed-haired water wench had woken almost immediately to a wonderful sight. Soggy, pruney and pink soles inches from her face, that hot breath was this mer-perv's breath as she took in a big whiff of the soggy, soapy-smelling soles sported by the sunny sir she shared her shell with.

Her tongue hung out of her mouth as she brought a finger just millimeters away from the wrinkly thing and dreamed of tracing each line over and over. When Wolt stared back at his host though she went back to feigning sleep just to have some fun with the dumb boy. He wouldn't be able to open the shell without the help of someone strong enough to withstand crushing depths.  This boy was trapped in here with her whether he liked it or not, and considering how well he'd done out there with that soapy Kraken he really should like it. Wolt adjusted himself to try and get a better grip and she had to stop herself from whimpering as the piggies moved out of tongue lashing range. The sight of a soggy little sea cucumber hanging between the boy's thighs though did improve her mood. Her head swam with dreams of the man bound tight in seaweed with that pretty cock presented through the bindings, her pinching it between her fingers and twiddling it back and forth while he begged for more. Wolt felt a chill run up his spine and checked on his captor still sleeping, before going back to trying to get the shell open. The mermaid giggled internally as she rolled over in her "sleep" and coincidentally swiped her slimy wet hair along the undersides of his pruned little toes. He clapped a hand over his mouth and checked to make sure that she was still slumbering. He sighed in relief and turned back to his work.

"What exactly does he think I'll do if I wake?" the mermaid wondered. "For that matter, what does he have planned if I do?" The mermaid flicked her gossamer tail and stroked the youthful warrior's belly causing him to burst out laughing and try to curl up. Having had enough fun the mermaid scooped his ankles out from under him and bundled them up tight in her arms to allow her to use them as a soapy scented bouquet, taking a deep drag of their aroma. Just the feeling of the hot breath had Wolt snorting down at the end of the clam, or perhaps that was the fishtail once again stimulating his nose.  She kept his feet pressed against her chest and daintily ran nails through the wrinkles whether they were natural or just the result of his long swim. When they tried to tense up she just squealed at the cuteness and took big toe between her teeth before playing along the little wrinkly toes and making Wolt squeal as well. The fishy tail was slapping happily and its fins caught him in the face no matter which way he turned, either teasing his nose, ears or neck depending upon his actions. The mermaid slapped away his hands when he tried to resist and pressed her lips into his soapy soles.

Wolt's eyes widened, he knew what was coming as he and Roy had done it to each other during their own tickle fights, and for a period of his childhood it was how Lord Eliwood and Hector would greet him and the young lion. They'd never done it on his feet though, and the feeling of the mermaid blowing a big salty raspberry that left seawater-flavored saliva flushing the last little specks of soap from the wrinkles on his soles made his eyes cross. He went limp as it felt like she'd blasted his resistance away. Bracing for more he was instead surprised as his feet were released and bottom patted gently to get his attention.

"C'mon up here new fish. Not much else we can do so let's chat."

"Yo-you can talk-EEEHE" A quick poke to his thighs had Wolt scrambling to listen to what his water-logged captor said. Between talking or more tickling he knew which he'd rather do. When he was face to face with her he blushed as he hadn't considered how the lady was topless until now. She seized him around the neck and squished him against her chest absolutely enamored with how well the redness of his cheeks went with the color of hair.

"You should be thanking me you know. If it weren't for me that fellow out there would still be using you as a soapy piece of saltwater laffy-taffy. You should give me a nice big 'Thank you Miss Hram!' you lucky clover-haired boy. When I first got thrown in here nobody helped me, and that Kraken had me cracking up till the big fellow swallowed this cozy little shelter"

Despite himself Wolt felt tired again but a swipe of a fishy tail along his feet shot his eyes open and got him a waggled finger in his face.

"We're a lot alike. That Kappa bastard tricked everything in here in some way to put it in here. I dunno who that 'Surtr' he said he was taking us to is, but maybe he's better than this?"

"Surtr? Lord- I mean Roy told me that he's the one who kidnapped our friends!" A finger booped him on the nose and Wolt turned beet red.

"And you! And me...I guess. I don't know how long I've been here but it's doing something to me. It's all I can right now not to just gitchy, gitchy, gitchy all over you. Oooh I can't stand it! This place does something to you!" She started stroking a finger up Wolt's spine and delighted at how he wiggled in her grasp.

"Eheheehee We neehehehed to get out of here!"

"You going outside this shell is just gonna earn you another scrub-down, cutie. This time he probably won't let you go and you'll just have to stay there until the Kappa wants to pull you out to give to his master." The naughty finger withdrew from his spine but now started gliding along his side. He kept arms folded behind the mermaid Hram's head though rather than try and stop her. This place was doing something to him he noticed. He wanted to see where that fish stick would go next.

"The second you leave this shell you'll get scooped up and scrubbed real hard for having gotten away. That's just what that squid does." Something about that caught Wolt's attention, but his mind was too wrapped up in digging his fingers into the mermaids belly. She flopped about the fish out of water she was before a quick tail swipe got Wolt's feet and turned him into putty in her hands. He was flipped onto his back and had his tum explored while that fin continued along his pruny soles to make him beg.

"Oooh your feet are wonderful! I don't anybody would be able to resist them!" A light went off in Wolt's head and he formulated a strategy.

"Could you open this shell?" He asked of the mermaid currently exploring his belly button.

"Of course. How would I have gotten in here?"

"Cohould yohoohu get up out of the stomach?"

"Never. I've been so bored and it's a dream to play with this tum."

"NAHAHAHAT MINE!"

"Oh? Do you have some kind of plan to escape? Poo, I must admit that I was looking forward to spending some time in here with you, but I suppose we should try and escape. What did you have in mind?"

"Open the shell but just a crack."

"Whatever for? He'll simply reach in here and pull us out."

"I haha-stop it! I have a plan! I'll plug the hole myself."

"With what dear?"

"My feet. He went straight for those last time so he'll probably do it again."

"If you just want your feet tickled pink I could do it, with gusto. Disappointing though, I guess this place already got to your mind."

"No! Well...No! I have to get back to Roy and my friends! You're going to pull me back in so that he'll get the shell and start using that to get his food. Then while he's busy we'll climb up out of here."

"Clever, but what if he just grabs us and strings us both up for scrubbing?"

"Ah! Well...I..."

"Though I suppose it's either stay in here and get tickled or take a chance at getting tickled out there. I'm in, though on one condition!"

"I don't really have a choice do I-WAIT HEY!" In seconds Wolt's vision was filled with fish fin as Hram, switched positions so quickly he questioned if he'd maybe moved.

"I just wanna say good bye to my babies."

"Stop playing arou-GAUAHA!" Wolt's baby toes were forced back by thumb so that fingernails could ravage their stems. He tried to sit up and stop his mer-captor, but a big fishy tail forced him down and teased his nose again while Hram wished a fishy-farewell to his not-so-fortunate feet.

"The little ones are the ones I'm most concerned for. They're helpless by themselves. Look!" Indeed with nothing but a pinch, Wolt's pinky toes were restrained and wiggled to and fro by his horny accomplice-to-be. Beneath the fin pressed to his face was a smile so wide the top of his head threatened to fall off. Hram moved onto the next pair as Wolt pounded his fist on the shell that was so integral to his plan. Cooing she went on with her mocking performance noticing that Wolt wasn't saying stop through his laughter. She got the next toes in line and gave them pecks as if they were marching off to war while Wolt battled with the laughter in his throat.

"You take care of the little toes ok? I know your overlooked but your still just as darling and need to take care of your brothers! So cheer up! Tickle, tickle, tickle!" Wolt broke and tried to shove her off his feet only to bundled up in her arms with a fishy finger teasing his nose.

"Awww is someone jealous? I was gonna give you some encouragement, too, my little sea flower!" "Cahahan you be SEEEHEHERIOUS?!? WHAHAHAT IS THAHAHAT?!"

"Your plan silly!" Indeed while Wolt had been protesting Hram had levered open the shell and stuffed his sensitive soles through. They were being soaped and scrubbed in seconds by the hungry kraken who was pulling the shell-bound pair to itself. The soapy tentacles were ravaging in between Wolt's toes as he tried to pull himself away with Hram's help. Eventually with the help of sudsy friction they were able to extricate him from the krakens grasp. When the tentacles lost hold of him they chased into the shell after them. Moving quickly they opened the shell wide and slipped around the questing appendages which were now pulling the soapy clamshell to the squid.

Carrying his new mer-friend on his back Wolt was quick to get the pair to the throat and climbed up back to the mouth with his new pal in tow. Once they arrived at the mouth though, once again Wolt ended up getting the rough scrub-down while his partner-in-crime forced open the whale's mouth. She reached back for him to pull him out though to freedom but stopped suddenly. The mouth closed once more on Wolt's pale ankles but this time it was the other way. Wolt's body was protruding out into the sea with his poor, abused feet trapped inside between the whale's lips.

He could do nothing but watch as his accomplice floated off, laughing at the swarm of crabs pinching her all over lightly to drive her mad. She swatted at them but their little legs were more dextrous than they let on. She was officially doomed though once she floated right into another passing jelly which was quick to take her into its shockingly ticklish embrace. Wolt could go nowhere as another jelly collided with him and quickly wrapped around him as well because of how the two had decided to escape right as their host was going face-first into a school of them. Lightning-fast electrical tickles ripped through Wolt's body as his new hugging buddy tried to fend off the small crabs charging all over Wolt's body. Their pointy little legs drove him mad as they pinched at his tum, knees and pits to try and get rid of both these foreign contaminants. Wolt was screaming a steady stream of hysterical bubbles as light strands of jelly zappers teased his navel, nips and ribs. He could do nothing as he saw one go for his ear to give him another paralyzing zap that would leave him a helpless toy. He forgot about that instantly though as the feeling of something gigantic, wet and slimy completely overtook his trapped feet.

Since the whale had been denied more jellies for its dinner, it contented itself with the tiny, salty snacks that its escapee had left it. Wolt shrieked and waved his arms like a madman at the feeling of the massive taste buds forcing themselves between his pruny toes before going limp as he was given that zap that doomed him to simply hang there and be subjected to all these deep sea sensations. When the Kappa arrived at Castle Muspel with its wares for trade, his buyers were pleased as punch to pull out a broken and giggly Wolt as well as his fishy new friend. Surtr had big plans for this loyal archer and, as he carried him and this bonus mermaid away to the baths, was already imagining how nice the two would look in the fish tank he'd make for them. Oh they'd love it. Their smiles would practically be painted on.

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Lukas couldn't look away. When he'd first been pulled here the warm yet stony smile that would not budge had given his captors fits since his capture. The silly fools that had been placed in charge of him had no luck whatsoever in their attempts to make him more pliable. Against all of their tricks and silly games he'd stood as straight as he did on the battlefield and showed about as much reaction as to the average bandit's tink off his armor. Now though he swallowed hard as his eyes were drawn ever deeper into the sight before him. The small bubbly feet of his Lord Alm wiggled their petite toes at him as if waving hello to an old friend. Lazlow and Inigo lay on their bellies to either side of him pinning his wrists to the ground but felt no resistance as Lukas no longer moved to escape.  He'd always wondered what they'd looked like as the green-haired conqueror had been shy around his men about changing. Always doing so either in his tent or behind a tree away from prying eyes.

Lukas had thought about them more than he'd care to admit but had always pictured them as more petite. Now at the sight he realized that he had doubted his lord. Though small they were the toned feet of an athlete with high arches and unkempt nails. Though they were smaller than his Lukas knew first hand the power they could display as he'd seen the little lord spring from them of his own power alone to lay a devastating blow of his falchion. They were so pale though he thought in his head. The soles were pure white like a fresh bank of snow and all Lukas could think of was a red-clad figure venturing through the white sea to reach the forest of those delightful toes. His tongue lolled from his mouth as if volunteering to make the trek. He'd once confided to his lord about wishing to experience more "emotion" a problem that had plagued him his entire adult life and the genuine enthusiasm that the chosen hero had displayed in taking his hand and swearing to help him had surprised him. That had been the first step in his lords plan to help him with his problem.

Since then he'd experienced joy at seeing his Lord happy with the saving of innocents, Sorrow at when his lies had been unconvincing and Faye would find him in his hiding, and Pride at the genuine smile upon the Heir-Apparent to the throne Rigel's content face when he was with his lady love Celica. Alm had helped him with feeling emotion about himself as well with sneaky tickles when the soldier least expected it. A hand darting through his heavy armor to find that exact rib. A jet of hot air upon an unsuspecting ear from behind or one time in full view a set of teeth nibbling upon a proffered hand at dinner with the resulting belly laugh alerting the whole camp. Their friends and cohorts had all tried their hands at tickling Lukas then however to less than sucessful results. He'd tried to give a genuine chuckle to Python's tricks or Faye's schemes. Something to repay the amount of effort Tobin and Gray had put in to drop a net upon him so that they could get his boots off. However they could always tell his laughter wasn't genuine. Until his lord had started getting ropes in.

Suddenly Atlas's bearhugs were to be feared as it allowed that little dynamo that he served unimpeded access to his hips which he'd squeeze and make Lukas laugh harder than he had since childhood. Silque's offers to kneel with her prayer were to be considered carefully as more often than not he'd pick up a green haired rucksack bent on torturing his ears. Pulling apart a fighting Boey and Mae was risky as suddenly his armpits would be wide open to a silent to a quick-footed lord. What did those quick feet look like Lukas would wonder? Feel like? TASTE like? How would it feel to tickle the only person who could tickle him? Lukas would wonder but out of a sense of duty restrain himself.

Not that the chances hadn't presented themselves. Not all of those plans were tactical masterpieces. The one springing to mind being Forsyth asking him to climb inside a new "extra large armor" to see if the ginger Samson could move it. A gentle poke had toppled it and the oof from inside was no rodent but instead a now trapped ram villager who's green fuzzed armoits were now wickedly vulnerable. Sonya had mischeviously led him one time upon a bathing Alm whom become in some river reeds and was requesting aid in freeing himself. "A perfect chance for some payback I'd wager" the sorceress had said but Lukas had paid no mind and set to freeing his friend. One time he'd even been called to Celica's tent to find a bound and gagged Alm awaiting him clad in only hos undergarments, boots and circlet.

"He asked me to do all of this." she'd explained. "Then to call you and order you to get revenge upon him. I'll help if you wish!" He hadn't though and excused himself ignoring the saddened expressions on the royal couples faces. Alm hadn't gotten away free though. Though Lukas had resisted those oppurtunities others were not so kind and Forsyth, Sonya and Celica had all punished him at those moments FOR Lukas. Also Faye who had been watching nearby for all three coincidentally. Now as he lay under two of the clowns of Surtr with the third member gasping in the corner from Lukas's retribution he was entranced by the feet of the fourth who was that exact partner he'd had in those ticklish escapades. Lukas felt himself being drawn closer to those feet and as Alm waved away Lazlow and Inigo.

He moved towards them. A singular finger raised by Alm stopped him in his tracks and those enticing piggies were tucked away as the lord came forwards on hands and knee to zoom in on Lukas's delectable chest. His pectorals were squeezed and the dirty mouth that once began to his clean lord took in the nipple and started grinding softly between the teeth. Lukas moaned in pleasure at this until the strike happened. He was shoved upon his back on the cold floor and those beatiful feet shot into his armpits and began tracing their toes along the muscular hollows. Lukas shook his head from side to side but made absolutely no effort to escape. Instead he laughed his fool head off at how his defenses had crumbled so easily. Pity was shown and the handsome armor knight's was given a comfortable resting place on the laps of Lazlow and Inigo as Alm withdrew his feet from the armpit front. Instead the newest clown came sniffing upon a pair of size 14 fortresses that were unaware of the danger they were in.

A few stray fingers explored the heels testing the defenses for weaknesses. Imagine their surprise at the barking laughter signaling that the whole foot was a weakness! Charging in the fingers made short work of the heel and rode the momentum to charge in upon the arch. Meanwhile at a blood filled HQ those beautiful feet were back and they'd somehow encircled the position! Lukas had been thinking with his dick when he'd come to save Alm and there was no better metaphor than if his cock was his mind than how cupped soles were pumping the shaft. Now as Alm's fingers strode forth from a overwhelming victory upon Lukas's arches, his lower half pumped as those pretty peds gave Lukas the first and greatest footjob of his life. A pincer movement took form as while the fingers ravaged the final confident fortress that was the juicy ball of Lukas's foot, his toes were sucked into a moist mouth and ravaged by a pink tongue.

Once again Lukas shook his head from side but in this new lap pillow that just forced him to jam his nose against the erect cocks of Lazlow and Inigo. To make things even worse he felt his wrists seized and raised above his Owain joined the fray and put third pole into this tent around Lukas's head. No matter where Lukas looked a Ylissean Cock filled his view and taking refuge in his mind just made him susceptible to the Deliverance of the Orgasm that Alm was working for him. (Okay yeah that one was baaaaad) Lukas erupted from both his cock and throat with a moan that would scare a wild animal as Alm finally released him. The clowns giggled down at the broken man who gasped for air at the devastating onslaught.

His cheek was pinched by a sadistic green-haired face that only slightly resembled the lord that had done so much not just for Lukas but for an entire continent and was rightfully dubbed the saint king for it. Now this lord of sinners smiled at Lukas and whispered into his ear. "My feet aren't going to lick themselves clean you know."

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Conrad grimaced at the sight before him. He'd ridden out quickly at the first sign of trouble eager for a chance to try and return his Lord Alm to his sister's side. Donning the mask he'd worn when they freed his homeland he'd been prepared to meet the foul witch Hel on the field. Now though what stood before him was a dark-looking young man flanked by a knight garbed head to toe in jet-black armor. His hands tightened on his lance as the man spoke.

"Poor unfortunate, Had you but stayed in the castle you could have been abducted without a fuss. Riding out to fight an enemy unseen though attracted my eye and doomed you to worse than those others could know. My name is Hubert Von Vestra and you would make a fine addition to my forces."

"Ahhh despite the circumstances I must say charmed to meet you. I am Conrad, Prince of Zofia. Though I thank you for your concern I do not think myself quite available for new opputinities as I am currently pledged to serve Askr.Maybe you could indulge me with your friend's name if I may ask?"

Hubert looked upon him quizzically before following his glance to the knight who loomed behind him. He looked from him back to Conrad before bellowing out a laugh that caused him to suppress a shudder.

"Oh. I understand the confusion now." He said flatly as she reached for the facemask of the knight. Lifting it up made Conrad gasp at the man's face or rather lack thereof. Inside was nothing but hollow blackness that made the redhead shiver. Hubert stepped aside as the armor moved forward and his entire being screamed for him to not let that thing touch him. It reached a gauntleted hand towards him and he smacked it away with his lance out of fear while taking a step back. He looked about for the mage but somehow he had disappeared in the confusion. His opponent prevented him from thinking on that though by reaching for him again but with the other hand. Again Conrad slapped it away with his lance and this time smiled beneath his mask. The armor held up both it's arm's which now ended in open holes of darkness, the gauntlets having been knocked clean off by his parries. Still the darkness itself reached forwards towards him and he backpedaled further. A jab was smacked away using the bracers and the dark tendrils whipped by his cheek. The darkness just grazed the skin beneath his mask and he laughed at the shocking softness of it. It pulled back and when it did it took the knights mask with it. Conrad put a hand to his face and blushed at having been taken so unawares by such an opponent. He was happy nobody he knew was here to see such a blunder. Raising his lance above his head he prepared a killing blow to finish his opponent but found himself stopped.

His weapon frozen in the air the prince's eyes widened at seeing the pair of gauntlets he'd knocked away now holding his lance still in the air. He tried to pull the weapon down but the distraction cost him. While his arms were up those tendrils whipped faster than he could see.  It almost felt as if water was rushing through his sleeve. A tide of downy soft feathers that surged and roiled under his armor into his armpit until it reached the deepest possible point of the hollow, where suddenly it felt as if a singular finger pushed through the smattering of orange hairs inside to give a hard poke. He clapped his arms down immediately in a giggly panic and the tentacles surged back out from beneath his armor. Trying to grab one as it zipped by simply saw it wrap around his gauntlet and try to pull him over to the armor by it. With a mighty pull he freed himself of his glove and fell back panting. His opponents black limbs turned the empty glove over before it as if inspecting it. A new set of the tendrils emerged and one entered the gauntlet. The fingers of the armor moving as it explored inside it. Conrad's overactive mind pictured what that would have felt like had his own hand still been in there and he flushed at the tightness in his smallclothes. He tried to stop himself from imaging that feathery tide surging between his fingers and licking along his palm.

"Hmmph i-if you'd wanted to simply shake hands then you could have asked. I-I don't suppose we're friends now?" A snort from behind him made him whip about to see the dour princess man smirk.

"I suppose you could consider us friends handsome knight. I and my tool simply wish to see you smile which is an extremely friendly activity."

"Conrad is what my friends call me and should you simply wish to talk than I would consider you one. How about asking your friend to stop so that we may discuss this?"

"Would that I could but I've never been someone to just take others at their word. I simply must insist on a bit more assurance if you don't mind. I'm sure we'll look back on this one day and...laugh." Conrad turned back to his opponent just in time for the two gloves above, to sweep his legs out from under him using his own lance. Before he'd even hit the ground though they'd swooped down and seized him by his boots. Hubert's cackling laugh rang out as they dragged him towards the armor. He tried to pull out of their grip as he was pulled closer but had no luck. He thought instinctively of slipping from the armor but his stomach roiled at being left in only his socks here.

Despite being relatively new to Askr he was well aware of the tactics employed here against his fellow Heroes. He was almost certain that this evil man had some sort of spell planned to trap his size 12's once they'd slipped free of his armor. He shuddered at the idea of the strangers fingers sliding about his socked pies, he seemed the type to play with his food and make a production of tormenting him. He could just see him digging in between his toes to make a production of sliding the sock down and off him. Conrad slipped free of his boots shuddering at the thought and quickly made his way to his feet once more. He looked back for Von Vestra but he was gone and had taken those strange fantasies of his teeth nibbling upon his heel with him.  The armored gauntlets came right back at him after they'd discarded his boots.

"Hmmph I'll say to you what I say to all when they get a bit too grabby. Keep your hands to yourself-what?!"

The pair of gloves had zigged when the carrot-top had expected a zag. Swooping up from his ankles just as he'd jumped to seize his bared wrist. He fell upon his rear and tried to use the other hand to swat it away but found it restrained by his own glove which was now being worked by a tendril. He was helpless as the free black gauntlet reversed direction and slowly fitted itself over his bare hand down to the wrist. Once it was on the effect was instantaneous. Conrad felt the sensations of his fingers being forced apart and could vividly picture what he believed to feel. Tight, yet soft cords forced the lancer's hand open and he shivered at the idea of what for.

A tongue dragged along the taut palm and Conrad hissed at the feeling while he tried to pull the glove off to free himself. The wet organ inside the glove sampling the royal was joined by another but that felt different to the overactive mind of the Hero. While the other had been a strong tongue that he'd been imagining to be Hubert's the new one was rough and sandpapery as if the mage was being joined by a cat. His suspicions were confirmed as the rough organ curled around his middle finger and sampled the tight canyon betwixt his fingers. A day's riding had left the tiniest bit of sweat on his hands but he'd always felt his skin was more tender than the norm after wearing armor. A fact that he could swear his new captor could tell as the tongues sped up upon his hands. He was released by the other gauntlets and sank to his knees. He tried to pull his hand free  by standing upon that evil gauntlet that had taken it hostage but found no luck with that. He planted a socked foot atop the palm but yelped at the feeling of the cold metal finger poking through the thick cotton of his riding sock causing him to jump off.

"HmhahaHAHA!!" A dark laugh rang out as Conrad's predicament resonated with the mage who was responsible. The sight of the handsome cavalier who had taunted him earlier now pricking tears at just his hand being captured by the armor. He squirmed and tryed to pull his hand free so hard that his cheeks were taking on a tint reminiscent of his sisters hair rather than his own. Hubert strode forward and took ahold of his victims other hand. As Conrad felt more tongues of both human and feline origin start exploring each of his fingers now, he had no strength to stop the Imperial from simply peeling his other gauntlet free from his hand and tossing it to the side.

"Are all the warriors here like you? Being undone like this is shameful. You must be embarrassed to fall to something as childish as tickling." He forced the hand open by bending back the index and middle fingers until the whole opened up to him like a flower in bloom. He paused at the sight of the pretty white skin and indulged himself with a stroke of his own finger slowly starting at Conrad's wrist, twisting across the back of his hand then winding in slowly between the fingers he held captive drilling his finger hard into the palm. He enjoyed the way knight crumpled forward at the new attack combining with the ongoing one. Inside the glove Conrad felt each of the fingers of his poor lost hand individually forced into something warm that was filled with what felt to be the stiffest feathers he'd never seen.

Once they were all snugly secured they began to move and Conrad lost all fight. In this state he was basically a doll for Hubert to play with so it was a simple matter for the mage to hold the free hand up while the other gauntlet came in to similarly don itself. Conrad didn't see it due to his eyes being screwed tightly shut but the very second he felt that cold steel and realized what was happening his struggles began again. By then it was too late and the gauntlet slid on quickly. Just like that the torture on Conrad's other hand ceased completely. He was left alone and unmolested for the moment. He tried to get up off his knees but the second he placed his hands near his legs the gauntlets undid the clasps of his greaves. His armored leggings clattered to the ground as he felt it begin. A pair of lips pressed into his palm wherever it was and began to passionately kiss it with generous tongue. Hesitating for but a second Conrad tried to clench his fast and capture whoever this was but soon found that one by one each of his fingers were taken into what he pictured as full lips that slowly pulled them in to nibble upon the tips. He couldn't move the hand at all but could feel all of this and due to the curse of an over-active imagination pictured it vividly. His other hand was soon attacked by his own kind as rough hands assaulted with gentle touchs. His fingers were pried opened and then stroked and pinched by calloused touches. In contrast a single one of those horrid feathers from before was applied generally to his lonely palm.

Conrad could do nothing but kneel and howl as his hands were tickled into oblivion inside these gauntlets which he had no control over.

"So do you have some understanding of how this will go now?" With a snap of Hubert's fingers it all stopped instantly and Conrad was left panting at the memory.

"Why are you doing this?!" the knight barked between gasps.

"Do you serve Surtr? Do you wish me for his horrid collection?" "I do not. Surtr's methods may be fascinating but I serve only Edelgard Von Hresvelg the true ruler of the Adrestian Empire. I must admit a fondness for these methods of his though. I'd never thought to break a prisoner so gently." With a hard shove Conrad was sprawled upon the ground before Hubert who kneeled upon his thighs and worked his fingers under the brave knights trousers start undoing the belt.

"Wha-what are you doing?! Ge-get off-" With a cluck of Hubert's tongue it was suddenly as though Conrad's hand had been plunged into pots filled with slimy,wriggling worms. They squirmed all along his palms and coiled around his fingers. Conrad tried to contain and retain his dignity but to Hubert who straddled him at the moment and saw the  man's ridiculous inflated cheeks blushing red with effort he didn't have much left to hide. Still Hubert was never one to miss an opportunity to do something he wanted and so bracing one hand on the knight's chest he leaned forward and drilled a finger into that red cheek until he made the cute balloon pop.

"BahHAHAHAdohohn'tGAUHAHOHO! NOMOHOHOHOREE! FIEHEHEND!" "Name-calling now? I had thought higher of you. So you'll need a few minutes to learn then? Very well then enjoy yourself. When you have learned who is in control we can resume."

"NOOHOHOOO PLEASE!" Another cluck and the symphony of torture at hand on hands stopped once more. Hubert smirked down at the disheveled horsemn beneath him and raised an eyebrow questioningly. Conrad looked away which earned him another dark chuckle from his captor.

"Pr-proceed..."

"Why thank you, your highness." The sly comment earned an even deeper blush from the prince. Hubert's long fingers undid his new toy's belt and assisted him in removing his trousers. Pulling them down showed off Conrad's smallclothes. A gift from one of his many suitors the color had caught his eye. Hubert played a finger along the pink fabric and gave a squeeze to the tasty fruit inside before waving over to his hulking guard. With a heavy clunk accompanying each step the armor strode over towards the two men. With a clap the heavy plates ground as the greaves stepped away and left the rest of the pieces behind. Taking on a ghostly wave they moved as if weightless and started sliding up Conrad's bare legs. Hubert placed a hand upon the metal to guide them up as he climbed off his catch to allow the costume change.

Looking down Hubert had to stop himself  from clucking his in tongue in disappointment for fear of activating his playmates wonderful new outfit. Still he did wish that he hadn't been so hasty to dress his new doll. The black armor that was forcing itself on would have been amusing to see clash with this silly prince in exiles own white battle garb. Conrad refused to meet eyes with the mage which was both annoying to his captor but yet endearing. He reached down and cupped the redhead's chin to pull it towards him only to be met with resistance.

"Don't!"

"Hmm? That tone of yours..."

"Please..." "Much better."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Hmm? It is as I said. I have a need for loyal fighters and a tendency to overdo things in securing what I want. Now hands up, we're to get the shirt off. Are you listening to me?"

Conrad had always had an overactive mind. In his youth the royal family had been the victim of the Duma Faithful and as a result he'd had to take shelter with a sage in the woods. His entire childhood had been spent there through and into his adulthood. The sage had taught him all that he could have magic even though he had no real talent for it, martial training though had been entirely self-taught and up to him as their wasn't much an old scholar could help with about that. Most of his time was there spent idle so his wandering mind had done nothing but worsen. He'd just find a comfortable place to sit and dream. His favorite fantasy was about what could have happened to him had he not managed to escape Zofia in time. Yes surely he would have probably been slain but what if that didn't happen? The young man's mind raced with the thoughts of dark-robed priests with shadowed faces using his skin as tapestry to apply the sigils of their brutish god with paintbrushes so stiff that he might tear up, whispering to him of what a fine boy like him would be worth to the god of strength and how he'd be molded slowly and carefully.

He'd wake with ears as red as tomatoes as if those dreamed demons had chewed upon them while they teased him. Upon coming to Askr, Conrad had actually spotted the god Duma in the castles once or twice. After the initial shock of now counting himself as an ally to literal divines that fantasy had gained a new layer. Now after he was adorned in the signs of Duma and broken enough to speak only the words he was told, the carrot-headed prince would be taken into the strong embrace of the muscular god himself who would REALLY get him begging then. All of this came to Conrad's mind now here lying beneath an actual dark servant who was breaking him to a sinister cause...he assumed. The handsome miscreant actually hadn't told him anything more than who he'd serve. Still a recruiting process such as this left Conrad with no confidence in the righteousness of this work and he'd be damned if his own fetishes were to force him to evil. He tried to sit up but found his legs not listening to him much like his hands.

"So have you realized yet? That armor won't let you move those parts. In fact they're no longer here. Where they are is anyone guess all I know of that is that whatever's there is smart enough to understand explanations and signals as long as it gets it's fun eventually. I must say that I'm glad I have someone else now to feed this armor. I've had to keep it calm by putting my own foot into those boots every now and then."

Hubert played a finger along the socked presents protruding from the greaves much softer than Conrad had originally dreamed he would. The boots of the armor stood at attention next to the cotton-clad 12's waiting their turn.

"These will be a treat that it'll love but we'll save them for later. Now arms up and no more daydreaming. Your looks will only save you so much. Be a good boy now."

Conrad didn't know if his pants funtioned similarly to his new gloves but knew that to don the breastplate was to make things much worse. He stayed still earning a disappointed sigh from Hubert.

"Very well, the hard way it is."

Sitting down the dark mage took ahold of his own boots and removed it. He left the black sock on and placed it upon Conrad's stomach.

"This is the new way you will apologize. This foot is your new god and you will beg it for forgiveness..."

Hubert went on but Conrad was no longer listening. Laying there in the grass he was back in his own head. The mage had mentioned his body clad in the armor was somewhere else with something else and for his mind would go nowhere but to that dimly lit cave with the shadowy priests. They gathered about  his trapped hands protruding from pedestals, licking their lips at his newly arrived pale legs and buttocks. That stood before them quivering in anticipation. The feeling of a singular finger working into the waistband of that last shred of cloth between his orange fuzzed friend and the cold air of wherever his torturers were.

"Hmmph well if you're just going to dream then you'll probably want this. Just remember that when your all good and ready. Show obedience and I'll give you a reprieve."

Whatever Hubert was saying was miles away as it began. His smallclothes were pulled down and his erect penis strokes by a tender finger. It was a light touch that seemed to just be to excite at the moment but nonetheless it forced him to bite his lip hard enough it threatened to burst. Sharp pokes from freezing metal points jabbed into his smooth thighs gently. They combed along the skin to rest atop his knees. Conrad groaned at how they waited there but shot up to a yipe instantly as fingers joined in to play behind his knees. They lightly scratched at the sensitive area with nails of various points. They pushed deeper knowing that on the side prongs awaited him and that knowledge would keep him still. Mouths descended upon his thighs and buttocks accompanied by tongues of varying types.  A long one curled itself down and teased its tip along his calve. One of those sandpapery feline ones explored his crotch while stiff feathers floater up his hips.

They were chased away as one by a pair of muscular hands that seized both of his cheeks to give access to give all new apparati access to his virgin pink opening. Hands made of feathery plume with wet sandpaper-y finger tips teased the twitching asshole while forks dragged along the cheeks. Old and gnarled feeling fingers seized Conrad by the hipbones and waggled them while occasionally digging in. In the real world Hubert looked over the strange emotions crossing over the knights face and wondered just what was happening in that armor, while in Conrad's fantasies of what was happening to him a muscular dragon god was directing traffic for all variety of sinister tickle freaks to ravage the paladin parts they had. His mind was just starting to think about what could still be lurking in the shadows when the sun beating down on his face was blocked out and a silken weight covered his face.

"Mmmmp!?" Was all he could manage through the force that was socked foot of Hubert upon his face. He tried to turn away but the mage followed him and had gotten comfortable enough seated upon the knights chest to keep him down. Another cluck of his tongue and the many tortures upon Conrad's tush stopped. However a strong hand took ahold of one of his on the other side and pried open the fingers to expose the palm. A thick finger began writing upon his tender and sweaty palm while Hubert ground his foot upon the red-heads blushing face. The faint aroma of fresh coffee beans came from his sock and was slowly becoming the only thing in Conrad's mind. The strong finger was forming letters upon his palm and he'd originally been trying to decode that but the mages foot covering his face had caused any and all other thoughts to disappear into the blackness of that sock.

"Now if your quite done? I would like you to put your hands up."

"S" that letter had cut through Conrad's mania due to it's simplicity. Hubert removed his foot and finally the man could once again think. He wanted to resist in the hopes of getting back to his allies but to be honest leaving aside the confused feelings he was having about this treatment he could think of no way to get out at this point. He'd missed a few more of the letters now so he resolved to pay attention once the cycle resumed. With a lack of options he put his hands up at Hubert's request at the very least to move this along.

"This is Surtr's curse." He told himself "That's why I feel this way. I am a proud warrior who simply can't find a way to escape this situation. It's not surrender but more like resignation. If I see a chance to get away I'll take it!"

He made out the "S" once more that signaled the start of the message again. Conrad felt a "U" traced from his thumb to his pinky and tried to focus on that rather then Hubert now laying atop him and pulling his under shirt up and over his head. Once removed Hubert balled the fabric up and tossed it aside before tracing a finger up his forearm to the gauntlets that held him hostage. He whispered something and the armor shimmered and extended. It enveloped his entire arm now and the other was doing the same quicker than he could react. Just like that he was now almost entirely encased in this horrid armor save for his bare chest and socked feet. Hubert smiled down at the look on the distressed man's face. He placed a singular bare finger upon his lips and uttered an order devoid of any mercy. "Suck that." A look passed over Conrad's face of revulsion but a cluck of the tongue changed it to forced hilarity.

It all began once more as new horrors ravaged each and every part of his body they had. Mouths showed him what Hubert wanted as each of his fingers were taken into their own private warm and wet hells where a pink serpent waited to face them. Some were long, some were rough, one that had his thumb had a fork in it that it used to stroke from the knuckle down. Those muscular hands returned to his bum but this time they were mad, raining down hard open hand smacks on the tight buttocks. A mustached mouth climbed put a tongue to his opening and began exploration as the fuzzed lip tickled betwixt his cheeks. Fingers dug into his kneecaps as if they were trying to lever them off so as to join the returning forks that now attacked the backs of his knees. The mouths from before returned but now bit hard at his thighs and calves, calculated enough though to not break the skin. Fingers made their way into Conrad's armpits as he puckered his lips around Hubert's digit and it took all he had not to bite down as rough nails scratched along inside in his hollows in that other place.

Hubert smiled down at him as with one hand gave Conrad's pectoral a tight squeeze as he wasn't looking causing the cavalier to trill around the finger he was showing oral appreciation to. When Conrad heard the tongue cluck he was almost cried with relief as it felt like his penis had been guided into a chasm of soft wet grass that had already cause him to lose control twice and his own sticky fluid was not pleasant to feel. Again at the sound of Hubert's disproval it all stopped. His penis was extricated gently still dripping with his creation and his torturers withdrew. Except for the hand which seized his palm again and began writing. "S"

"Well done. I'll train a good dog of you yet. Perhaps a nice nose to wear. Although yours is quite pleasing." Hubert leaned in and planted a gentle kiss upon Conrad's nose then frowned at how his uncharecteristic show of affection wasn't returned. Yes Conrad was a prisoner denied the use of his limbs under threat of torture but that was  no reason to be rude.

"U" Hubert settled in at Conrad's side, cuddling under the cold metal that sheathed his arm. He wiggled the toes of his still socked foot before reaching down and pulling it free of his foot exposing the creamy size 10. Digging those devilish toes into Conrad's tight stomach made his new beau shake his head but having looping the coffee-scented sock around his victims head Hubert pulled the head around until their eyes locked. "B" Let us play a new game now. The breastplate will remain off as long as you don't laugh. Snicker, chuckle, titter or guffaw even a smidge and it's bye-bye to this pretty thing. Hubert's wiggling toes were exploring Conrad's tight stomach and venturing up as the carrot-headed paladin tried to look away. This however earned him a sharp bite to the nose.

Releasing the sock allowed Conrad to turn from the sharp pain but this just allowed to a pink and wet monstrosity to plunge itself into his ear. This combined with Hubert's toes now dragging along his tight abdominal muscles had Conrad thrashing. Mentally as his limbs were restrained and his head constricted to allow Hubert access. All he could do was clench and unclench his socken toes and try to keep the laughs that were scorching his throat locked down. Hubert's teeth pulled at his earlobe and caused him to yip and miss whatever the next letter of the message to his hand was. Hubert's big toe forced it's way into his navel just as it began again.

"S" While Hubert's tongue explored the ear closest to him, his fingers began tormenting it's counter on the other side. His earlobe was pinched then pulled to allow an index finger free reign inside the cup.

"U" Hubert's leg showed impressive flexibility and dragged his evil toes down from between Conrad's chest muscles, along the happy, fuzzy trail of red hairs to wiggle along his waist. Conrad's eyes were screwed shut and leaking water with the effort of holding it in.

"B" The strong hands message continued as Hubert pulled his tongue out of Conrad's ear, leaving a strand of glistening saliva before he climbed down to give the exiled princes chest some hands on attention. He pushed together the modest pectorals until a glistening canyon formed. Red fuzz dabbed with the sweat of exhaustion made the dark mage lick his lips. "M" His cheeks were swollen comically as he shook his head frantically in opposition to Hubert's evil nod. The mages opened his mouth and proceeded to dive face first into the tasty canyon. His teeth bit at the tender meat as Conrad could do nothing but try and hold on just a bit longer.

"I"

"P-pleheh-pleheehee-pleahahase! St-ahahap!" As Hubert fingers skittered their way up to Conrad's perky nips he reached his breaking point just as the muscular hand finished the last letter. The flicking, toggling motions of those evil digits was enough and he threw his head back.

"T" "BAHAHAHAHAHA!!! STAHAHAP! GEHEHEHT AHAHAF! LEHEHET MehheheHEHEgooHohohOO!!" The breastplate floated it's way down though Hubert showed no signs of slowing his lips on Conrad's chest valley. It wasn't until the cold metal collided with the man's head that he looked up to see the frantic knight.

"Oh...ahem...forgive me...I do believe you've lost. A shame I was just beginning to enjoy myself. Hubert climbed off the broken man to make room for the breastplate to clink into place and seal his body completely inside Hubert's torture device.

"S" Only socked feet and head were free from the suit. "U" With a wave of a finger from Hubert, Conrad sat up completely against his will as the armor obeyed the mages directive.

"Please...no...more...I'm begging you.." "B" Seating himself upon the armored lap, Hubert flicked his wrist and watched as the armored hand closed around Conrad's foot. "M" "Please...please...please..."

"Why are you whimpering? You're the one doing this to yourself. Simply stop yourself." "I" The cold metal fingers shredded through the cotton sock as if Conrad's size 12's were clad in wrapping paper. "T" They pulled aside the strands of thread obscuring the blushing sole before dragging their points along the warm sole. The teary-eyed Paladin threw his head back at the touch and laughed himself hoarse as the cold fingers that encased his own went to work on his sole. Hubert clucked his tongue and hands of all kinds and feel reached out to him on the other side of the armor. Finger's took every inch of him they could fit and all began tracing in the same message from earlier.

"SUBMIT" The hilarity of how hard he'd tried to decode that message would have made him laugh regardless of the situation. All over his body the message repeated. "SUBMIT SUBMIT SUBMIT SUBMIT" His palms, hollows, stomach and thighs. "SUBMIT SUBMIT SUBMIT SUBMIT" Just like in his fantasies the faithful inscribed their message upon him to drill their message into his mind. "SUBMIT SUBMIT SUBMIT SUBMIT" Tears streamed down his cherry-colored cheeks as it felt like his fantasies overtook him by force. "SUBMIT SUBMIT SUBMIT SUBMIT" Hubert leaned forward to whisper into his ear.

"Whenever your ready we can put the boots on and get moving to your new home my cute dog." "SUBMIT SUBMIT SUBMIT SUBMIT"

"You simply have to..." "SUBMIT SUBMIT SUBMIT SUBMIT"

"Say the word..." "SUBMIT SUBMIT SUBMIT SUBMIT"

"To end this!" "SUBMIT SUBMIT SUBMIT SUBMIT"

"Cute puppy..." "SUBMIT SUBMIT SUBMIT SUBMIT" Conrad's laughter reached a new decibel  as brushes and quills added to his torment where they could fit between the fingers. "SUBMIT SUBMIT SUBMIT SUBMIT" "I..." "SUBMIT SUBMIT SUBMIT SUBMIT" "Good boy."  

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Halloween Means Henry~

The halls leading to Princess Laevateinn's room echoed with grunts of frustration and anguish that could only come from a defeated soul. Inside the youngest royals chambers sat her newest gift from her father. Inside the humongous stuffed bear was the mightiest dark magic user in Ylisse. The silver-haired mage who bathed in blood and whose humanity had been called into question by enemy and ally alike. His face jutted from the bears chest with his size 10 feet coming from it's hands. The youngest daughter of Surtr was the one making the grunts as his mouth had been gagged due to the disgusting sounds it had been making. She ran the spur along his sole and smirked at how the toes of the foot wiggled in reaction to it. Looking to his face though causer the smirk to disappear at the bright and happy grin from the pale mages face and his fervent nodding. She pinched his nose and ran the spur up his pale cheek and along the lilt in the Plegian's nose making him shudder and squeal. Henry neither pulled away nor opened his eyes fully but she could see the small slits of red between his eyelids staring towards his ears which wiggled expectantly. --- "Ugggghh!!"

Laevateinn shouted as she threw the spur to a corner of the room unseen and fell back on her bed. He was loving it and she could tell. Ever since the little freak had been captured outside the castle playing with the crows he'd been passed around the castles monsters and machines for treatment. Still not a single one had managed to damper the unnerving mages optimism and had usually been made uncomfortable by his critiques of their technique.

"Little sister what's the matter? You seemed to be enjoying yourself so much. Why do you stop?" The eldest princess Laegjarn asked from where she lounged on the bed with the studious mage Morgan on her lap. She'd been amusing herself and her favorite servant by playing with the inside of his navel while the boyish mage had been trying to study trapcraft. He snickered at his mistress's games but only looked away from his book when her sister answered.

"He's impossible! No matter what I try he's in love with it! I get the feeling that if our roles were reversed I'd stand no chance sister! Father sent him too me to prepare him for the bath's by breaking him but I fear that I've failed..."

"Nya ha ha but your doing so good! I can hardly BEAR it! Why'd you stop though? You never even tried that thing in between my widdle toesies!"

An upbeat voice chimed in, squeaking in tone at the horrid pun based on his situation. They all stared at the red-faced prisoner who had Laevateinn not just spent the last hour attempting to tickling they would all swear was causing the red tint on his cheeks through attitude alone.

"C'mon princess go get it and try again, nyahaha! It felt horrible on my poor little footies and it would really SPUR me to break, hee-hee!"

"That's another thing! No matter what we can't keep him gagged!"

"Nya ha ha you wanna know how I did it? I used unSPEAKable dark magicks! Hee-hee!!"

"Sister he can't be that hard to deal with. We knew he was a fool when he was so easy to capture." "Fine. Enough of your jokes. It's punishment time."

"Ooooh I'm more fond of PUNishment-ehehe Nya ha h-OOOH!" Laevateinn had dove at her cuddly new bear, knocking it over and digging hard into Henry's ears. She pinched and pulled at them and though Henry's laughter grew louder it never grew frantic as they were used too.

--- Morgan winced when Laevateinn produced the spur again and ran it along the back of Henry's ears in a rage.

"Hahaharder! C'mon geheht me to bleeheeheed! Lehehet your sister hehehelp! Or gohoho get Suhuhrtr!! He wahahs real fuhuh to HANG with! NYAHAHAW!!" Henry referred to the period where King Surtr himself had tried his hand at breaking him. The scrawny mage's hands were bound behind the king's neck and his naked frame had been used as jewelry for the humongous tyrant where his massive fingers could explore him at his leisure. Loki's personal silencing spell was meant to keep him quiet but just like every other attempt to keep the odd Hero with the Twisted Mind quiet that had eventually given our too. Still Surtr enjoyed that too for a period and had a good while where he'd used the silver-haired mages "widdle toesies" in his own words as chew toys. Keeping him in his chambers and nibbling upon them as he drifted off to sleep. He never did it to silence though as he was accustomed but instead would simply lose consciousness himself eventually while the dark mage begged for more. Eventually after a number of stops the young man had been sent to Laevateinn for breaking in recognition for her skills at making Hero's go insane in her care.

--- Now even as she used one of her best trick and tongued the inside of the lunatic's ear still he asked for more.

"BAHAHAHA that's greeheaheet but you should gohoo deeheeper! Hehehey Laegjarn lehehend me your EAHAHAHR NYA HA HA! You shohould help hehehr!!" The request for help was the last straw. Laevateinn flushed almost as red as her victim and kicked up her attack to the next gear. She nibbled at his ear and only got even angrier at how he reacted to that as well.

"OoooOoh teeth! Bihih-bihite harder! Bloohood always makes me lahahaugh!" Laevateinn stopped there and gestured to her older sister. Who snickered at the cuteness of the couple. She herself had tried this game and hadn't had much more luck than her cute little sister. The statuesque Princess had used the tried and true method of getting to a mans heart by going through his stomach. Hours and hours of all kinds of different tools and tricks had been visited upon the pale white canvas of the giggly Plegian's tum and each one had earned nothing but glowing appreciation and praise from the Twisted Mind peppered with terrible pun's course of "how he could barely STOMACH it" or "The GUTS she was showing in tickling a tied down murderer" eventually though she'd been able to find out why the strange youth was here, though she still wasn't sure if she'd gotten it out of him or he'd just chosen to tell her for reason's unknown as she slid her massive size 14's along that tied down tummy, scraping the skin with her wiggling toes.

--- "Nya ha ha I wanted to hehehelp out Princess Shareena! She's always smiling lihihike me but she hasn't been doing it since her brother got cahahaptured, Lucky! So I put  some work into a spell to find someone spehehefic, Oooh can you fit in there?! I never thought you could fit those ihihin my beehehelly button!"

"I'm quite skilled, me and Morgan practiced that trick for quite awhile."

"Nya ha ha you'd make a greheheat NAVEL commander! Tee-hee! My sphehehell didn't work right. Instead of finding Alfonse fohohor her it would instead brihihing other heeheeroes!!" "Hmm?" "No matter whehehere they were or whahahat they were up to my spehehell would bring my whohoever to my side! Which is ROYALly ticklish! Get there, get there next! Chrom told me to stay at the castle because of it but the cuhuhute crows wouldn't come around there so I fohohohollwed them into the woods! I heard about whahahat you guys are dohohoing and it sounded fun! So tickle me! Tihihihckle me till I die! Break me and hahahababng me up like a toy then I'll summon all the mahahhages you wahahant!" After Surtr had heard of that then Henry's tortures had increased a hundred fold but to no avail. Whether it was asking Hariti if she could make a trophy of his whole body or trying to clamber head-first down Sadeth's hole, nobody was any closer to breaking him it seemed.

--- That it was Laevateinn's turn though was the only reason Laegjarn was here and wherever the eldest princess went her favorite tickle-pet Morgan came. Trapping the troublesome mage in the big fluffy teddy bear had been her idea as she thought it would make a cute gift for her darling little sister. She lay atop the fluffy jail and smiled at the look of frustration overtaking her normally cool and collected younger siblings' face. Taking ahold of one of the jutting feet she bent the toes back harshly to an appreciative moan from the hero and started tracing a finger idly along the forced taut skin as she lectured her sister.

"Little sister Father will understand if you can't do what he asks. There is something wrong with this one that makes us unable to do what he asks. We'll simply tell father it can't be done!" "Aaaawww don't give up Nyahaha! I promise with a blood-red cherry on top that I'll do what you say if you break me! I'll be a perfect widdle tickle slave who'll do whatever you sahahahay!!  Oooh there we go! Gehehet the toes! Bite them! Nya ha haha! Oooh I'm sooohooo close to breeheeaking!"

"Oh are you? Poor dear. Morgan come and help your mistress here. I think our giggly little friend is close to breaking."

"Yes, mistress right away." Closing the book gently after marking his place the panty bottomed young man came over on his hands and knee to take the pouting Laevateinn's place at Henry's other foot. His tongue came out and began to explore the forest of Henry's smaller toes making the white-haired mages squeaks reach a pitch that made the flock of crows outside waiting for him outside take flight.

"Nyahaha he-hey Morgan bud! Long tihihme no seehee! Hohow's your mohohom?!"

"Phhine" he said through a full mouth as the red of Henry's cheeks clashed with his his hair. Laegjarn was glad she had only been lightly toying with one hand on his other foot so that the other was free to let her her hide her smile.

"Tee-hee that's nihihice! Dihihid you get taller? Or did I gehehet shorter? Maybe I lohohost a few FEET Nyahaha!"

--- Morgan flushed with embarassment at the boy's terrible joke and Laegjarn had to look away to remain composed. Her Morgan was redder than the man who's toes he was lapping at! Utterly adorable. She made a mental note to ask for a few more of the strange mages terrible jests later. Ever since her time with the clown's she'd come to truly appreciate comedy. Morgan on the other hand had learned a different lesson at the hands of Lazlow and Owain's "troupe" and was happy to use the new trick after that crack about his size. With Henry's size 10's slick with his drool he spat out the digits and began to glide his short fingers along the young adult's feet. Henry's laughter grew but it was still obvious to all that there was no less enjoyment in the noise.

"Nyahaha are you mahahad Morgan? Sorry was it the johohoke? I'm sohohoo sorry. That wahahas the HEIGHT of ruhuhudeness! Tee-hee!"

"Hehe" Laegjarn chuckled at the grumpy expression spreading over the mage's face and how it worsened at her snickers.

"I have grown! 4 inches!"

"Nya ha ha that's all? Your hohohow old now? Guehehess your short forever Mohohorgan! Hehehe-Bahaha oh yoohohu've got a SHORT fuhuhuse huh?! TEE-HMMPP?!"

--- Henry found his old gag shoved back in by a fuming Laevateinn who propped the binding bear back up with no protests from the gagged Henry. On the contrary momentarily free from tickles the sorcerer hummed a happy tune as Laevateinn undid the back of the stuffed bear that kept him trapped. With her superior strength the fluff that kept the dark mage still inside the bear was nothing. So easy was it for her to climb inside through it that she concluded he probably hadn't even tried to move in there. Her hand found her target after some groping about and she smiled wickedly.

"Oooh!" Henry squeaked as he once again spat free the gag.

"I always thought the crows were cute but I see you prefer the COC-MMP?" That particular pun had been stopped by the pressing of Morgan's finger to his lips. The 20 something-year-old mage gave him a cheeky look as he lectured him.

"There are ladies present you kno-H-HEY!" Morgan's attempt to be cool had backfired as Henry's pouty lips had instead enveloped his finger and pulled it into the mages mouth. With a sharp nip, Henry dug into it and kept it there as the flustered mage tried to pull it free but was met with teeth as a warning.

"LET GO! LET GO! GIVE ME THAT BACK!" Laegjarn couldn't hold it anymore and had to let loose with a snorting belly laugh at the sight of everything going so wrong for the short mage much to his displeasure. Morgan and Henry both turned to the laughing princess with opposite expressions. Henry's big goofy grin though allowed Morgan to pull his finger free and finally release his displeasure on the tanned, toned stomach of the one who mocked him.

--- Tackling Laegjarn onto her back his short fingers explored the source of the deep laugh that the princess hated so much but that he enjoyed greatly. From memory the short young adult knew exactly where on the armor to pull to expose more caramel tummy.

"OHOHAHAHA! MORGUHUHN YOU CAD!"

"You clearly wanted to laugh mistress. I'm simply indulging you!"

"Sister?" came a muffled voice from inside the bear that rang with confusion.

"What's happening out there?"

"Nya ha ha your big sister knows just how fun this is from both sides! She's positively TICKLED at how we're getting along! OW! Oooh that one smarted. Do it again!" With the ineffectiveness of the pinch to his coinpurse, Laevateinn fumed. She'd thought that coming into the bear after her victims most sensitive parts would have more effect but now here she was pressed against Henry's scrawny body with his erect cock in her hand and he was still humming away some strange tune, bemused by whatever had her sister laughing so hard that the snort she hated so much had come out. Figuring she could come up with a better plan later she tried to push her way through the fluff to climb out of the bear but found her arm simply sinking into it. Planting her feet and trying to push her whole body through had no more of an effect and actually got her pushed against the little psychopath's bony back.

--- "Hiya! So you figure it out yet? It's easy to get in here and get settled but once you stop moving your stuck Nya ha ha!"

"What?! How do you know that?!"

"Huh? King Surtr told me. Duh! With a bit more y'know FLUFF Tee-hee! GRR THIS WILL MAKE YOU A GREAT TOY FOR MY CUTEST DAUGHTER Nya ha ha! I think at heart he's a big ol' TEDDY BEAR! HAHA Oooh hahahrder! BREAK THE BONES" In anger at her stupidity Laevateinn dug hard into Henry's ribs and made the mages teasing...just become teasing with laughter in it really. Still she danced her fingers along what parts of his skin she could reach and scratched hard at his ribs. She got the feeling she really could break his bones if she wanted but that would probably just make him laugh harder. She tried again to turn around inside the bear but the fluff inside instead moved to shove her against the strange man again. Her lips brushed the mage's neck and he erupted into squeaky, giggly laughter at the sensation. The mage snickered and shook at that which made Laevateinn realize she'd stumble upon a weak point at least during this backfire.

--- Outside the bear though Laevateinn's sister Laegjarn was having a bad go. Her and her favorite servant had played with each other for ages all over the castle and had attended many of the clown shows down in the dungeons where audience participation was mandatory. Earlier today, in fact, the troupes newest member had demonstrated his prowess by managing to stuff both toes from both of them into his cheeks and get them both chuckling hands free. The two knew each others bodies quite well and so were intimately aware of each others worst spots which was how the boyish mage was able to subdue the warrior princess. His small fingers were digging into her armpits from behind as the muscular woman kicked and snorted helplessly.

"Who's short now? I am a man who is still growing!"

"Yehehes you ah-SNNRK-ahahre!! Stahahap Morgan I'm sohohorry! Youhohu are still growohoing!"

"Yes I am and you know that! I got a whole two inches last year-Eep!" A strong yet feminine hand closed around Morgan's ankle and dragged him into revenge but Henry's fit drowned out his begging for mercy.

"BAHAHA THAHAHAT REALLY TIHIHICKLES!! I DIDHN'T KNOHOW ABOUT THAT!" Laevateinn struggled against the fluff futilely for a second than went back to buzzing her lips along the old looking bruises on Henry's neck as that was a new level of reaction from the youth. The fluff moved with a mind of it's own, pushing on her lower body and knees but she was too enraptured with finally finding a sweet spot on the mage to notice. It wasn't until her legs were spread and she suddenly felt cool air between her toes that she realized what had happened, giving Henry a break she pulled at the bear from the inside but to no avail.

--- "Heh-hee-nehehee...fu-fun toy isn't it? Nya ha ha! You-your dad was rea-really pro-proud when he was ta-talking about it but-but-but..." Laevateinn waited as for some reason the boy stuttered before growing annoyed and jabbing him in the ribs to hurry him along.

"AH! But I was BEARly listening! Nya haGAUHA-HA AHAHA NAHAHT NAHAHAT A FAN OF PUHUHNS?! GAHAHA IT TIHIHCKLES! OOHOHOOHOO!! HOOHO TEETH! USE THE TEEHEETH! PLEEEHEEASE!" Laevateinn was so preoccupied with having finally gotten him really losing it that she didn't question for a second how the fluff of the bear had stripped her boots from her feet and how they now hung by there laces from her chocolatey size 11's that were trapped right next to Henry's pale 10's. She started at the feeling of something stroking her big soles and squeezed Henry tightly earning another squeal from the mage. She couldn't see the smile on his face in the bears chest but it grew at the teensy bit of revenge he'd gotten. Laevateinn though realized turn about was fair play and soon just like in nature the bigger feet were conwuering the smaller...or something like that.

--- A simple stroke of her big toe had Henry gasping in his bonds and trying to pull away. Laevateinn thought about how this was doing more and expirmented. With no small amount of trouble she got her hands down to Henry's small belly and dug in hard. Pinching the baby fat and excavating the shallow navel.

"Nya ha ha! Back tohoho thahat? That was Lohohoki's favorite spahaht too! Me? I dohon't hahave the STOMACH for it! Hahaha ooh harder! RIP IT OPEN!" She stopped that and leaned forward over Henry's shoulder to blow a stream of hot air into his neck.

"UHHUH GEHEHE! HEHEY WHA-Whahat are you up tohoho in there?! I'm out hehere risking my NECK! Tee-HEHEHOOHO NO FAHAHIR!" A lightly trailing finger up Henry's side had the little psychopath squirming and trying to get away but the bear kept him nice and snug in Laevateinn's arms which was finally becoming a problem as the princess had worked out a system to get to him. After having been tickled hard and ruthlessly by everyone in the castle who had him till now Laevateinn had discovered that light, loving tickles were what short-circuited this little monsters brain into a giggly mess. Up until now, he hadn't tried resisting but now that Laevateinn had cracked the way to get him really squirming he was firmly aware of how he was trapped just like a rat that's about to die. That made him smile but not as much as Laevateinn's toes forcing their way into his own and wiggling along the stems. He bit his lip so hard at the feeling that a thin droplet of blood started to drip down his snow-white skin but even that didn't help like it normally did!

--- Meanwhile while Henry was finally crumbling under Laevateinn's touch Morgan had been broken down and built on at this point. Morgan was suffering as only a mage who tried to wrestle a warrior could. After getting a hold of him and some breath back in her Laegjarn had tied the oversized coat Morgan had as his only piece of clothing sleeves together tightly to form it into a straight jacket for the little fellow. Since coming to the castle his coat had been adjusted to easily accommodate this tactic for his and Laegjarn's little bouts like this usually with this exaxt result. Laegjarn had insisted the coat be resized though to accommodate her frame as well in the interest of fairness and once or twice Morgan had managed to trap the warrior in it and have his way with her long legs and defined rear. It was rare but when he managed it neither of them ever forgot it which is how Laegjarn would never have sympathy on him when she got him in it. The tight sleeves kept Morgan's arms trapped with only a few straps across his cheat to keep the 20-year-old from escaping but spaced enough to allow Laegjarn to slip her hand in and play all along his birdy chest at her leisure. She scratched at his nipple with one hand while the other traced nails up and down Morgan's bare leg. From his inner thighs where she pinched his bulge down over his knees which kicked at the skittering nails along his calves which got tender squeezes to his ankles and along his soft soles. Morgan didn't make a peep though as he knew doing so would just make his punishment worse.

--- Henry shook his head from side to side as a singular finger slid up his spine. His fluffy prison kept him still for it though as Laevateinn whispered into his ear from inside the stuffy stockades.

"Found the trick now didn't I? Your easy once you know how to do it huh? The rough stuff seems to be something you're more than accustomed to but a single light touch and your a puddle huh? Kind of disappointing. Here I was thinking daddy had finally given me a challenge but I guess just like your pretty smile it's all just a front."

"Nee-neehee-oooooh! Nya ha heehee your sooo cruel! I lohohove it! MOOHOORRE!! NYAHAHA!"

"No."

"Awww?!"

--- Laevateinn's fingers went still and she rested her head against the back of his neck. Her breathing slowed as Henry's struggles only increased.

"He-hey! No fair! You can't just stop like that! You found out how to make me go nuts so do it more! BREAK ME!"

"No. I'm bored of that now."

"Hehe what?"

"Your easy to read when your deceitful face isn't musdying up the water. I bet you still have that same big silly smile on." Henry froze for just a second and the smile disappeared before a fingers pinched his cheek and forced his mouth back up into it. His lidded eyes turned to see a smiling Laegjarn standing over him with a kicking Morgan under one arm.

"Your exactly right my darling little sister. Looks like you've read him like a book." Henry didn't pull away but instead his lips curled back up into a smile. "Exactly what you wanted isn't it?" Laevateinn whispered to him as Laegjarn went around the bear and opened up the back to pull her free.

"Hold on sister" she said as Laegjarn went to zip the bear back up.

"Get him out of there as well."

"Are you sure my dear?"

"Positive. He won't be anymore trouble. He's exactly where he wants to be. You came here to get that devious little mind tickled out theough your ears didn't you?"

--- Laegjarn pulled the pale boy out with no fight. She tried to offer the naked man a coat but was waved away.

"Nya ha ha! Yep! You got me! Ever since I heard about what's going on over here it sounded like the greatest way to die!"

"So then that talk of a spell that would help us capture others was a lie then?" Laegjarn asked as she undid Morgan's jacket.

"Nope! It's rude to visit someone and not bring gifts! Nya ha ha! I already popped a few of the grumpier heroes over while the littler Princess was having her way with me! Tee-hee! Speaking of hey can we do that some more?! Pretty please?"

"You'll have to earn it."

"Awww.."

"Tickle Morgan and I'll play with you later."

"Yay!"

"No wait Laegja-OOF!" In a smooth motion Laegjarn tossed the bound Morgan to the bed and Henry chased him over. Before he could move it all the sorceror belly-flopped atop him scuttled himself around to have his head to Morgan's rear. Henry sat up upon him and for just a second Laevateinn could have swore that the man's pale skin sparkled like he wasn't really there. Had she asked Morgan though he would've disagreed as the pair of ghostly white size 10's that forced themselves into his face before wrapping around his head were undoubtedly real. After having been trapped in that bear for so long and tormented with tickles had it been anyone else Morgan would have asked how he'd managed to keep these pales soles blushing pinkish to still retain the faintest pleasant smell of peach. Living near him and fighting alongside him had taught Morgan to never wonder too hard about anything concerning Henry or never to get too surprised by his actions. Morgan just tried to focus on breathing with his face sandwiched between Henry's feet as the sorcerer ran his fingers through his silvery hair and peeked a red-eye at the princesses making Laevateinn swallow.

--- "Nya ha ha! It's good to get to stretch! That bear was cozy as a coffin but it sure got STUFFY! Tee-hee!" Henry bent over but kept his lidded eyes on the twin princesses.

"What's the matter? I thought in a castle all about tickling that laughs would be easy to get." He pinched the rear of Morgan's panty-clad bottom to drag the clothing down to his knees. He slipped a hand between Morgan's thighs and under his erect cock to free the organ from under Morgan. He placed a finger tip to the head and ran it along the opening before trailing it down along the twitching cock. Morgan turned his rapidly reddening face from side to side as he tried to contain his moans but found nowhere that wasn't just the pink-tinged soles of the dark-minded mage to put his face. When Henry's finger reached his balls the  pressure increased until the pale digit was sunk up to the knuckle in the pink skin forcing Morgan to bite his lip hard enough to draw blood just like Henry's. Henry felt warm liquid on his soles and his creepy smile got wider as his fingers traveled on and arrived at their destination. He dragged a pair of fingers between Morgan's balls and asshole where he swirled them along inside the tender canyon. Morgan's squeals reached a pitch reminiscent of scared mice and Henry pictured the hopelessly cute mage in his head with mouse ears cowering from him. He licked his lips at the thought and leaned forward to deliver the final blow upon the 20-year-old. In contrast to Laevateinn's fist which was currently clenched hard enough at this display to make her knuckles turn white, Morgan's body was loose and relaxed at Henry's games. So Henry's tongue had no problem sliding inside the pink opening and exploring the strange new world. Morgan gasped at the strange feeling but soon dissolved into hard belly laughs as Henry's hands explored the surface of his peachy rear while the deeper exploration continued. In addition to the explorers inside his ginch another hand now danced along Morgan's cheeks scratching rounded nails over the skin lightly. This continued for a good few minutes until strong arms wrapped around Henry and pulled him off the gasping mage.

--- Henry giggled as Laegjarn ran a hand through his sweaty silver hair and as Laevateinn inspected the utterly destroyed Morgan. She made notice of the white puddle he'd sprayed along her bed and wondered if her sister would allow her to sleep in her room tonight.

"Nya ha ha Was that enough? Can I have some tickles now? Sure hope I didn't make an ASS of myself! Tee-hee!"

"You promise to help us capture others?"

"I already gave you the grumpy ones but I'll help you get some others who need to laugh later. Tickles now please! Nya ha ha!"

"Well I don't know. I think that's up to my darling litt-" Henry was seized by the shoulders hard enough to leave marks upon his pale skin and tossed bodily upon his stomach next to Morgan. Trying to get up earned him a shove back onto the bed making it clear that he was stay bent over here just as Morgan was. A singular finger pointed to a space on the two feet above his head and a cold voice stated an objective with a barely perceptible crack.

"Hands. There. Do n-not move them."

"Okie-dokie!" He quipped cheerily and turned his head to smile at the sweaty red Morgan. The smile turned to a gasp as he felt a hand seize his ankle before gently placing a finger into his sole. It lightly trailed along the skin leaving behind a trail of invitingly warm pink through the ghostly white. It traveled through his arch and over his heel as Henry shook his head side to side on the bed and giggled uncontrollably.

--- "Nehe-heeheehee yehehes! Oooh yo-yohohur so meeheean! I loohoove it! HAHA-HAHARDER!" "No." Laevateinn responded flatly as her fingers traveled up Henry's skinny legs where the skin was soft due to the nylons of his usual sorcerer's garb.

"Hehe! You're the best! OOOoooh copycat, copycat!"

"Yup." The princess said as her fingers explored Henry's chasm between his rear and genitals.

"Steeheealing my ideas! Nya ha ha your the wohohOHORST BAHAHA!" Unlike Henry who'd merely teased the area for Morgan, Laevateinn showed no mercy and scratched hard inside Henry's tender canyon making him squeal but soon went back to slow strokes prompting him to whine.

"Neeheheoo! Go bahahack! I lihihiked the other waahahahay! Ehehehee!" Following her younger siblings example Laegjarn did the same to Morgan who but into the sheets as his whole body quivered. The siblings enjoyed the two magicians they had in the palms of their hands before they heard the door behind them thrown open. Before the quartet could even turn their heads they heard a mature woman's voice yell out-

"GRONNRIBBONS!!" Everything went dark for the four as they suddenly felt constricted.

--- Surtr entered and beamed at Thrasir's work. He'd brought the mage up to congratulate his daughters on having sucessfully broken the Hero he'd left in their care as evidenced by the number of his confused comrades now waiting in the dungeons only to find them having fun with a pre-broken one. He couldn't resist and had ordered the nearby mage to cast her signature spell and bind them in pairs. Where they had once sat now lay two mummifed forms wrapped in bright green silken ribbons conjured by Thrasir's spellcraft. Their charges backs had been tightly pressed against the chests of the two royals so that to the naked eye it would just look like one lumpy person was trapped inside each cocoon if not for one thing. Down at the bottom of each, two pairs of different feet stuck from each. From one a pair of quite large yet unmistakably feminine caramel-colored feet protruded almost completely obscuring the tiny size 8's that  rested atop them. Both pairs were wiggling frantically as the cocoon shook from the tickle fight they were engaged inside it. In contrast the other mummified  pair were still. So much so that Surtr couldn't resist and wandered over to slide a massive finger down a sole each. He chuckled at the memories of tickling those light pink soles to make his youngest smile when she was small and the ghostly pale 10's were just too enticing to resist. The toes of both feet wiggled as he slid a finger down the soles before picking up both cocoon's and tossing them over shoulders. He'd intended to take his daughters with him and enjoy the clown's show with their newest member down in the dungeons but with the state they were in at the moment he knew his girls would love to take part in some "Audience Participation" with minimal goading.

--- "Nya ha ha! I can barely move! Guess we're STUCK together now huh Princess! It almost makes me wanna call my MUMMY! HEHEHE OWWW HAHAHA!" Trapped as they were Henry's lower back and bum were easy prey for the naughty fingers of Laevateinn who skated them over the skin as she whispered into his ear.

"The way you tickled him. I liked it. When we get some time your gonna...do that to me. Got it?" Through snorting giggles the Plegian who'd killed a god alongside the Shepards snickerer at how his hands were easily trapped by the ribbons that constricted him and kept him in Laevateinn's grasp. When he'd first come here he'd originally planned to devastate the with horrifying curses and save the others. Or die! Either was fun in his mind but at hearing the rumors of what happened to people i here his heart had fluttered. A chance to potentially LAUGH himself to death? It was perfect for the little crow. So letting himself get captured was only natural. Since then he hadn't regretted it for a second. This tickly hell he was trapped in was his own little slice of heaven.

--- They felt themselves be sat upon a chair and soon heard the muffled laughter of Laegjarn and Laevateinn change in pitch. They heard the voices of the clowns around them as Laevateinn jabbed him hard in the ribs to rouse him from his daydream.

"He-Hey did you hear me? S-so would you d-d-do that for me la-later! Not like you have a choice you ha-have to do wh-what I say! Hey!" Henry's smile grew even wider as felt hands on the outside pull his toes apart at the same time as Laevateinn's and insert all manner of tools. His last comprehensible words before they burst into frantic maddened laughter were- "Nya ha ha! Make me!"

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To Serve Navarre

 Navarre brushed his hair from his eyes and peered ahead at the strange scene. From these bushes, he had a perfect vantage point over what appeared to be a banquet table simply sitting here on a battlefield. On orders from the Summoner, Navarre had dispatched to investigate Caeda's absence who herself had been sent to investigate strange rumors of a haunted field in Nifl where people were reporting monsters. On arriving here after a bit of a search he'd happened upon a dining room table set for what looked to be a banquet fit for a king. Golden plates and silver goblets sparkled in the noon-day sun with various dishes set about. A plate of sausages so tall it seemed they reached to the sun. Navarre had felt hungry at seeing all of this but his swordsman's instincts had warned him of danger. He'd ducked into a nearby bush to study the situation unseen.

Now as he sat here hiding from nothing his ears began to burn at the how silly he must look. Yes, this was a strange situation but in a world where he rubbed shoulders with gods and dragons was it really something worth hiding from? A glint from the bushes across from him caught his eye and Navarre saw the blue-haired Princess Caeda also hiding from the table. She spotted him at around the same time and motioned for him to keep low, earning a puzzled response from the swordsman. She mimed eating towards the table then cupped her hand to her ear before placing a finger to her lips. Navarre was no great shakes at this game and had no idea what she was trying to say. He reached for his sword where he'd leaned it in the bush but accidentally knocked it to the ground. The blade rattled in its scabbard like a dinner bell and Caeda clapped her hands over her mouth. The table cloth shot up and slender black shapes snaked forward almost too quick for Navarre to register, making a beeline for the source of the noise which was Navarre's blade they formed into hands and grabbed ahold of it just as Navarre did. "Let go," He growled at the specters which froze them for a second. Only a second though as they then grabbed him by the wrists and pulled him from the bushes kicking and stomping as he realized that had Caeda had been trying to warn him to stay quiet. He saw the Princess seize her sword and step from the bush to try and help only for more shadows to emerge from beneath the table and travel towards her. "NO! RUN NOW PRINCESS! GET AID! I WILL HANDLE THIS MYSELF!" He yelled as loudly as he could. This made the shadows reaching for her turn towards him and allowed Caeda to escape.

He dug in his heels and tried to get loose before the other hands could get him but had no luck. When they got to him though they slipped under his clothes and began to undo his fencer's armor. Kicking at them did nothing as for all intents Navarre was being disarmed by shadows. With a clank, his armor was left in a heap on the ground behind him as the hands moved on to pulling his shirt off over his head then ripping away his undershirt. The long-haired swordsman tried sitting down in the dirt to stop the drag but this just allowed the hands to rip away his trousers and smallclothes next, by the time he was pulled by his wrists over the table he was standing there stark naked but for his soft shoes. A place was cleared upon the table for him and Navarre bent over it and eventually dragged up onto the table. The hands retreated but before Navarre could move the sausages came alive. Quick as a serpent, the oily links encircled his ankles and bound them together before continuing on up his body. Navarre slapped at them and tried to get away but soon the greasy meat had wrapped around his waist and trapped his hands to his sides.

"RUN! PRINCESS RUN AND DON-MMPPHM?!" Navarre's heroic words were muffled by an apple suddenly being forced between his lips by an unseen force. He was slammed upon the table and the sausage links constricted suddenly as if they were iron. He struggled and pulled but couldn't move, aside from his head or still shoed feet. His hands opened and closed at his sides as he tried to shake the apple from his mouth. "PPPHMM! MMPMM!!"  He couldn't believe it. Him. The greatest swordsman in Archanaea trussed up like a wild bird by a table and presented as a centerpiece. He took a break from struggling to simply seethe at the humiliation being visited upon him. He was glad that at the very least Princess Caeda had gotten away and much gladder that nobody could see him like this. She would send help back eventually so all he could do now was hope that it would arrive before Surtr checked this particular trap of his. A cold wind blew over the field and ran a chill up Navarre's naked form. On the wind, he could hear a ghostly voice cry out "Time for an Appetizer" just as more of the table came to life around him. Forks rose around him and floated over to sample, jabbing themselves gently into his sides, ribs, and abs before dragging their prongs wickedly along the areas they'd chosen. Navarre thrashed in his bonds but all the movement spread the oil from the meat over his body and into those areas where the forks ravaged. With his skin now coated in slick liquid, the forks sped up their attack and really made him suffer especially upon his ribs. Sliding along each protruding bone before veering back to skate through the ticklish chasms as the swordsman could do nothing but squeal into the fruit jammed between his lips. "MMMHHMM!! NNPPHMM!!"

Navarre's fervent screams into his gag led to a small trail of drool slipping from his lips. As it trailed down his chin and to his neck, another part of the arrangement joined in. A pair of basting brushes levitated from the silver tray they had previously rested upon and floated towards the frantic swordmaster's neck. One made a beeline for those manly tears the handsome swordsman had let slip. It chased after when Navarre tried to turn away from the tickly brush upon his cheek but he only had so much room to go before it caught up and gently drew it's fluffy bristles up his struggling neck until it to the moisture. It dabbed them away then retreated to a dish upon the platter it came from. Navarre couldn't follow it's movements due to the other brush traveling along his naked skin and collecting the beads of sweat. It danced away one beneath his left nipple then dragged itself along his chest to collect a few between his abs. Navarre shrieked into his gag when the first brush returned and started mopping up at his moist right armpit. They took frequent trips back to that dish and each time returned stiff and new as the day were crafted. One took up residence in the crook of his neck and stroked along there, as the man struggled against the fluffy sensations that were turning the hardened mercenary into a frantic schoolchild.

A ghostly bell tinkled on the wind and the forks withdrew and the brushes returned to their platter. Navarre huffed for a minute from around the apple and scanned the horizon for any signs of aid coming to save him. His toes curled in his shoes at the sight of chopsticks rising all around the table and advancing upon him. They circled around him like a shark testing prey until one pair broke rank to investigate him. The pair of twigs opened themselves and closed around the length of his erect cock. Squeezing the meaty organ tighter, tighter, and tighter still until finally, the red-faced Navarre looked away with a very unmanly whimper. This earned him a glide down by the chopsticks essentially giving him the pump he had been secretly aching for and allowing his dick to erupt white over his thighs and stomach. Navarre sagged in the sausage links from the unwanted ejaculation and had to fight hard for a minute to keep from drifting off. The sight of the brushes rising again though shocked him awake and they drifted towards his messy manhood causing his struggles to resume anew. The brushes drew up his shaft slowly, knowing just how torturous their stiff bristles along his manhood felt. He bit into his gag with enough force to take out a chunk of the fruit but to his amazement, the piece was replaced in a split second and the apple was whole again blocking his cries for help and generally enforcing the feeling that he was a wonderful centerpiece for this spectral feast. One more pair of chopsticks broke from the circle and gently traced themselves down from his neck, over his collarbone, and down his sensitive abdominals. If Navarre had been his usual cool, calm and collected self he would have quickly figured out that this particular pair was tracing the journey of the piece of apple he'd just swallowed at a horrendously slow pace. However that Navarre had never felt his spurting manhood pumped by spiritually possessed eating utensils while simultaneously being cleaned by deviously stiff brushes so instead all he did was howl pitifully into a piece of fruit.

The brushes continued their round trips to the plate to clean themselves leisurely while Navarre frantically pulled at his ridiculous bonds. He'd managed to get his fingers on one side up into the soft cotton string between connecting the meat that trapped him. He thanked years of swordsmanship training in the art of wielding two blades for his nimble fingers as he tried to surreptitiously pull the string loose enough to wiggle free. He was just getting it free when his index finger was pinched by something. The desperate centerpiece saw that another pair of chopsticks had pinched his finger and was now pulling it back to pin it to his side. More joined in and soon all five of Navarre's digits had been restrained similarly and his sweaty palm was exposed to the cool dusk air. Yet more brushes floated over to tease and tickle his palm as punishment for his escape attempt. The aforementioned sword training was double-edged as it had left his palms softened from long exposure to the cloth hilts which he treated every night. His hysteria kicked into another gear at the new front being opened and he came again with no less control over himself as his other hand was wrenched open to be treated similarly.

The bell tinkles on the wind again and the chopsticks withdrew before laying themselves upon the plates surrounding his head. Navarre panted hard as he tried to regain his breath for whatever came next. "How long ago had Caeda run away? Surely by now, she had to have found somebody. Anybody! They had to be on their way to save him. He couldn't stand this anymore!" He thought to himself. Candles around the table sparked to life unbidden and in the flickering light Navarre could make out the same shadowy hands that had originally dragged him over here to this hellish dining experience. The thick black fingers wiggled expectantly as they approached his defenseless form and began massaging his trapped ankles. One, two, three, four with a fifth then a sixth emerging, Navarre tried to count them to distract himself from the feeling of those fat fingers slowly walking up his bare leg. One more of the hands ran itself through Navarre's jet black mane and stroked a finger down the back of his neck. He tried to turn and roll away from that one but the one at his leg held him by the thigh and squeezed a warning. He snickered into his gag at that as two slipped over and began flicking fingers under his nipples. Back and forth, back and forth they went in maddening synchronicity to maximize their damage to the poor little pink nubs on the crimson blades chest. One hand cupped Navarre's chin and gently led his face to stare at the head of the table where he could make out a faint outline. A faint voice on the wind made a joke about "Finger food being the best to share with friends" and Navarre could suddenly hear uproarious laughter all around him. The laughter peaked when another hand came toward his face began to stroke a finger down the crux of his nose. He tried to shake his head to make it stop but the one palming his chin kept him still as the repetitive motions on his nose bothered him and the ghostly fingers danced along the back of his neck. One floated over his stomach and wiggled it's fingers cartoonishly towards his navel. It skimmed a finger along his oily stomach muscles and over his ribs flailing its fingers like his tum's contortions with laughter were just waves for it to surf. Finally stopping at his navel it attempted to enter the little indent but found it's finger too thick to fit inside. It wiggled itself back and forth, to and from trying to get headway inside to no avail but to just further drive the swordsman mad. One more hand took a handful of Navarre's hair and brought it around to begin ticking his ear. This seemed like a popular idea as then another did the same to his neck, then another at his nose...

The muscles along his calves had a hand each skittering ghostly digits along them while another caressed the inside of his thigh lovingly. He felt little squeezes at his ankles and found he was ticklish even there to his fright when he again howled into his fruity gag. His knees were pinched on one side and kneaded on the other while a few hands skittered along his hips towards his delectable rear. Navarre hadn't even the strength left to resist and instead prayed to the divine dragon that someone was close to saving him. He'd laid down his life in the protection of Princess Caeda but he begged that she'd return to save him even if she brought that blasted Ogma or that horrid dancer that would'nt leave him be. The one at his navel finally finessed it's way inside and scratched lightly at the deepest point of the cute button. Navarre's tears were flowing freely at this point as once again the sweat-soaked mercenary orgasmed against his will due to another hand that had been running a finger around the head of his cock. The bell tinkled on the wind again and the hands withdrew leaving an exhausted Navarre limp in his bonds. He thought of how he'd been called a hero on being brought here. The legendary swordsman whose demeanor and skill had been told of in legend. Now here he was lying in a puddle of his own cum after having been tickled pink all over. The brushes came again and though their bristles still teased Navarre's hips and balls as they took away his fluids but mainly he tried to rest for whatever the next stage of this horrid dinner was.

The word "Drinks" floated over the wind and Navarre whimpered as he floated above the table weightless. At the head of the table, a pair of yellow eyes stared as he turned in the air and was placed back stomach down on the table with his manhood guides into a cushioned hole below that he swore hadn't been there. Navarre whimpered again like a naughty child being punished at the thought of what was below the table now and whatever the wispy feeling stroking along his still erect shaft was down there. A silver platter floated along down from the head of the tables towards him and Navarre caught a glimpse of something pink for a split second before his member suddenly felt enveloped by a silken cloth. Delicate hands with cold fingers worked along his cock and cleaned every inch of it with a cloth so soft Navarre felt as if he was impaled into a cloud. So entranced by the feeling was he that he didn't notice the mound of pink limbs upon the platter start to stir until he heard the damn bell on the wind again.

"Seafood" was all he heard before the wet tentacles slithered over him. The platter gave rise to dozens of them that squirmed and writhed along his back and rump looking for spots to play. His buttcheeks were teased by so many wet tips that he lost count while more trailed up his back and pecked between his shoulder blades. The backs of his knees were explored as well and one particularly adventurous one went on a deep excursion down between Navarre's thighs to encircle and tease the hanging prize there. Feeling the wet slapping tendrils explore him though was nothing compared to whatever was happening beneath the table to him. A single finger trailed down his shaft and drowned out every thought Navarre about the pair of tentacles teasing his ears like a child. A pinch at the tip made Navarre squeak at the stinging betrayal by the hand who he instantly forgave as it caressed him with that wonderful silken cloth that let him forget the tentacle teasing down his defenseless rear. When the hand finally gave a little squeeze as signal Navarre was all too pleased to release once again as his mind burned away. He did so with a smile so wide that you could see it around the apple, despite how it hurt at this point due to the exhaustion. That was something that would have bothered the old Navarre, the one that wasn't loving every second of this ticklish annihalation.

Once more the bell rang on the wind and Navarre's torment ceased. This time he moaned into the gag for the ghostly hand's expert touch to return. He was limp but for a tiny bit of whimpering at the sight of the large silver knife floating before him. It floated down the table before stopping at his shoes. A fork from earlier pierced the swordsman's cloth shoe carefully so as not to harm him but to hold it still as the knife slowly began to carve its way down through the cloth shoes sole. The blade was so close to his socked foot that the giggly and destroyed Navarre could feel the cold emanating from the metal. He giggled into the apple as the process repeated and his other shoe was carved open to reveal his other foot to the table. His toes wiggled inside his sheer black socks at the cold air coming through his ruined shoes. He chuckled into his apple as he slid up the table in his bonds towards the dark shape that was seated at the head of the table. Bony hands seized Navarre by the shoulders and pulled him onto the lap of his host to whom he happily snuggled into the shoulder of. Hel pulled the apple from Navarre's mouth and smirked at the goofy expression pasted over the normally dour swordsman's face. With a snap of her fingers, the meaty bindings fell away and the exhausted man breathed a sigh of relief  but still did not remove his feet from the table.

The Queen of the Dead took a lock of the man's hair and teased it along the man's nose causing him to giggle lightly. "Heeheehee that feels so good!" "Doesn't it pet? Don't worry there will be nothing but this in your future and I promise that. Do you want another serving of the tickles in front of all your new friends?"  "Yes! Yes! Please more I never want it to stop." "Perfect. I'm so happy you're going to fit in with our other guests." Hel gestured out over the table and before Navarre's eyes figures came into view. Large chairs contained the struggling prisoners who pounded their fists upon the table and howled as their feet were tormented by the same ethereal hands that had milked Navarre earlier. Lucius had his toes tweaked, Raven his arches scraped and Lif his heels pinched all by fat shadowy fingers. Hel could barely look away at the steepled head of her new King, Leo whose feet below the table had the exclusive attention of the seafood platter from earlier. The forks stroked along his socked feet slowly as Navarre's smile only grew. He was in a tickly heaven of foggy confusion as he saw the dainty form of Princess Caeda squealing at the pinching of her toes below the table by chopsticks. She reached her hand towards the swordsman and tried to mouth an apology through her torment but Navarre's loving laughter told her much of her failure to save her protector. She burst into guffaws as ghostly fingers worked betwixt her toes.

The scratching from the sharp prongs along his size 12 soles made Navarre laugh just as hard as the question of how long the Princess had dined with them. The thin socks offered no protection and had been a point of anger between him and Phina when she had gifted them to him. The smallest of tears formed in his sock as he remembered how the girl had told him how the thin material would allow him superior mobility on the battlefield. The memory of the strange girl nagged Navarre as he tried to remember something from before he'd discovered the joy of having his brains tickled out of him by his new gorgeous master. A chopstick worked its way into the hole and worked the hole bigger and bigger and bigger. Navarre threw his head and back and laughed anew as the tentacles and hands descended upon his newly bared foot and his laughter joined with the others to ring through the night.

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Pent’s Pedicure Predicament

The sound of the door opening heralded his torturer returning. "I hope you slept well! That cream's probably got those feetsies all nice and ready for Giggle-Boy!"

The count of house Reglay struggled in his bonds anew. Yesterday during his treatment it hadn't worked nor the day before but the noble mage refused to give in to despair. Somewhere in this castle were his son and daughter. That he'd been told about this at all was a cruel tactic on the tactician Loki's part. Giggle-Boy adjusted the cotton balls between the man's toes that kept them immobilized while the mage remembered the events of the last few days. He'd been brought here as part of an experiment on the behalf of Muspel in the act of summoning Heroes. He sat there in his ruined suit from the festival. The material ripped and stained as it was the handsome mage still cut a dashing figure. When he was pulled here it was fresh from the celebration of his own wedding to his darling fiance Louise. What had happened to her he wasn't sure because at being shown the wiggling trapped feet of his daughter in Surtr's trophy room he'd begun the casting of spells at all those he deemed responsible.

Loki and the guards had been successfully held back by his magicks but that had been brought to an abrupt end by none other than Surtr himself. Pent had cast spell after spell at the King to no avail. He'd cast aside his ax, Sinmara laughing as the mage had backed into a corner in fear. With nowhere to go Pent had no idea what to do when the king had yanked his tome from his hand. When the noble had driven his forehead into the King's nose though he'd seen nothing but red and as he heard Giggle-Boy squeeze more of the strange cream he'd been applying over the last few days into his hand he tried to remember that rage. The humiliation he'd felt when had lifted him up and thrown him over his shoulder. How helpless he'd felt as Surtr had removed the shoes from his still kicking feet and taken away his socks as well. In front of an entire court as well as the heroes trapped in the wall including his own daughter Surtr had slipped his tongue out and dragged it down Pent's size 11 sole from heel to toes while wilting the skin with his hot breath. Pent had banged his fists as hard as he could on the broad shoulders of the Ruler of Flames but as soon as that tongue had touched his pies he went to jelly on the man's shoulder.

"Where has all that rebellion gone worm? A moment ago you were ready to fight to the death and now you're mewling on my shoulder as I play the same games with you that I did with my daughters when they were young."

"Fiend! You would speak to me of children?! I WILL SCORCH YOUR BONES BLACK WITH LIGHTNING!" Was what Pent wanted to retort with. However when Surtr popped the man's index toe into his mouth and began chewing upon it gently what came from the mages open mouth was-

"UuuunNNGGHAA!!" He covered his face with his hands as all those assembled in Surtr's trophy room had laughed at his impression of a hog in heat while a man played with his feet. Surtr had lifted him high and marched him around the room and made sure that each of his vassals, guards, and minions had gotten a good look at how the man was stuffing his own fist into his mouth to try and remain quiet.

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He'd shown him the various pairs of feet that jutted from the walls and the surrounding tools and instructions to drive each particular slave wild. These feet on the walls were created by one of his monsters called Hariti. Anything done to these delicious simulacrums would be felt along the real versions in real-time! In addition, anything written upon these canvases would be carried out faithfully by their owner whether they liked it or not. Surtr told him all this because he had liked the tall nobles spunk and had decided to make him the caretaker of this particular slice of his castle. Once he'd been sufficiently broken in of course. Surtr. He'd whispered something to Loki who'd chuckled and nodded before walking forward to cast some sort of spell that made him lose consciousness. That had been three days ago and ever since he'd sat down here with his hands bound to his waist by a tight iron band that must have been enchanted to restrict him further when he tried to struggle. Every day a slave by the name of "Giggle-Boy" would come and feed him then tend to his feet. Gods his feet, Pent was an educated man and considered a scholar by more than a few but whatever this young man was doing to them had him baffled. In addition to the cotton balls between his toes and the creams rubbed into the skin, his nails had been filed and painted to further his humiliation along. His captor mumbled to himself as he tended to Pent's feet and massaged the creams in again.

"Can't believe this lucky dastard gets to be in charge of King Surtr's trophies. Mistress Loki won't let me back in there ever since I made Morgan lick his own feet. I wanna play in there so bad but instead, I'm in charge of prettying up this silly looking prat." Pent struggled in his bonds as Giggle-Boy slid a finger beneath his immobilized toes and pouted.

"Wish I had big pretty feet like these. Mine are so little..." Pent pulled at the stocks but couldn't get away from the jealous little gremlins poking fingers no matter how hard he tried.

"Mistress Loki says they're cute but I feel like she's humoring me..." The whiny tickle fanatic idly scratched at the ball of Pent's left foot to punish his feet for being bigger.

"Mother said that small feet run in the family so I guess it's her and father's fault...what did they look like? I can't remember for some reason. Did mother look like Mommy Loki?" The former Klein reached for the nail polish and after checking that the man who had the same glittering blue eyes as him hadn't managed to ruin the pretty color of the last coat, set out to try and remember what his father looked like. When Klein had been young his father had encouraged the boy's pursuits in art and as a Hero, he'd still sketched and painted occasionally. He took the nail polish and used it as a paintbrush on the nearest available canvas.

"Let's see I think father had long hair like me."

"MMGGHH!!"

"Did he wear it in the same style? I think he did but that his wasn't quite as long. Or was it longer, let me see. Yes, that hair looks right."

"MMMPPHHMM!!"

"Baby! I'm just scribbling no need to be dramatic. Now I think he had a harsher nose than mine but not an outright beak. His eyes were the same color but I've only got one color here so I'll just write it. B-L-U-E There we go!"

"HHMMPPHGHM!"

"Wah, wah, wah. You get the nicest job in the castle but my poor feeties! They just can't take some scribbles! Are you really a hero? Or did Surtr just kidnap some fop to torment me with jealousy? Let's see my father's hair was a different color than mine too and he was taller too. Let's see what we have here." Giggle-Boy sat back and examined the sketch he'd drawn on his father's trapped feet of what he thought his fathe rlooked like. He poked at a few spots and frowned when that made Pent jump in his bonds.

"Do suck it up. I know their sensitive NOW due to the pedicure but just wait. Mistress says that when we begin the enchantments that they're going to be so soft you won't be able to walk on them! OOPS! Did I spoil the surprise?" Pent pulled at his chains and whined into his gag at the prospect but Giggle-Boy just cackled and wiggled his fingers all over the trapped feet to highlight how helpless the man was before him. "It's almost time to use the fishies so we can just wash these pretty things then."

"MMHHMPP!"

"You know Giggle-Boy I don't appreciate naughty children who spoil others surprises." Had Pent been able to see, he might've warned Giggle-Boy about the Trickster, Loki appearing behind him or he may not have as he believed the little troll probably deserved some punishment. Still, the short young man was suddenly enveloped in a hug from behind by the much larger woman. He struggled under his mistress's weight for a second before being forced down face first into Pent's stocked feet. The youth's lips brushing against his sole was the only clue Pent had as to anything going wrong but still, the feeling was enough as to make the scholar start rattling his stocks and start pulling at his tied hands.

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Loki pinched his big toe and ran a finger up his arch while shushing him like a child.

"There, there precious. Did the naughty servant frighten you?" Pent's wiggling did not subside though due in no small part to how Giggle-Boy's head was stuck between his stocked feet and how the incidental contact from his ears and hair were now a major problem due to how sensitive the man's peds had become due to the spells and treatment. Loki's fingers chased him around to tease his ears and nose and Pent couldn't tell if she was purposefully dragging her nails along his big soft feet or if he was just collateral damage but either way Loki had the father and son laughing equally under her care as she scolded the latter.

"I just can't believe you Giggle-Boy! To be so naughty as to come down here and spoil the surprise to King Surtr's new pet project. What to do with you now? Oh, I don't know if I could ever trust you again!"

"Mihihstreesss!! I'M SAHAHARRY!!"

"Don't apologize to me, you naughty giggle-boy you! Apologize to the prisoner!"

"MMHMM!!"

"He was to have these nice feet of his made special and then take care of Surtr's trophies in a custom outfit we got all the way from Hoshido! King Surtr will be ever so mad when I tell him. He might make you dance in the pit for a good while."

"MIHIHISTRESS PLEEASE! AHAHAHA NOOHOHO! NAHAHT THERE!" Loki had caught Klein's ear between her fingers and held it so that the nail on her index finger was able to tease inside the cup with but a twist. It rotated so slowly as Klein pounded on the stocks and his whipping hair feathered and fluffed Pent's feet. Loki adopted a look of exaggerated concentration before smiling at an idea she'd clearly come up with a while ago. She reached for Thokk and brought it down to Giggle-Boy's face.

"How about this then?"

Hot air rushed by Pent's face and his nostrils were assailed by the smell of the smoke. He coughed into his gag but stopped at a strange sound. It sounded like his stocks whenever he tried to get free of them but he was still. Was there a new set down here? It was rattling as if whoever had been put in there wanted out just as much as him.

"Well, there you go! Oh, don't you look cute there next to your papa!"

"MMMPPHHM!" Wait his papa? Was this his captured son? What had happened to the-

"Such a cute Giggle-Boy you are! I'll just have to get another one of those cute outfits for you! Oh, won't you and your father look cute in matching kimonos taking care of Surtr's trophies!"

This was his son who had been tickling him- Pent's thought were quieted down as he was overcome with the sensation of Loki's long red nails dancing over his oiled and softened soles. The tickling was so bad he could scream! What was in those creams she'd had rubbed over him! He wheezed into his gag as Loki gave him a little break by focusing more of her attention upon her other hand which played along the smaller soles of Klein. She traced a single finger along the so heavenly smooth arch of Pent though as she enjoyed the gagged symphony that the father and son provided for her.

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"Oh, but we'll have to keep you down here while we get you caught up to his level. Oh, but won't it be worth it?"

"MmmmHHHMGGH!" Went the Giggle-Boy as he thrashed in the stocks trying to clench his toes as Loki pried them apart.

"Your charming fathers already a dream to play along these wonderful feet! I may lose my favorite toy but I'm sure your papa won't mind sharing my bed while we wait won't he? Just say if you do darling."

"MMMHMM!!"

"I didn't think so before then though let's participate in a little family bonding. Some more spa treatment? We prepared such a wonderful next step for papa but you'll probably have a blast with it too! Bring them in now!" A pair of guards opened the door and carried in a large trough between them. They strained under its weight and occasionally water sloughed over the side but eventually, they placed it down before Loki and her two charges.

"Oooh, you'll love these. Wonderful little things. Take a look!" Pent's eyes blinked at the return of light from Loki removing his blindfold and finally took a good look at both his captor and missing son. It warmed his heart to see that the boy had his mother's eyes, hair, and smile even if the last one wasn't voluntary at the moment. He looked to see that his son's feet had been released from the trough and submerged into the water trough where something was causing a bubbly froth around his ankles. Pent saw flashes of purple the same color as the horrid woman's hair slipping through the water under his own trapped feet. Loki plucked the cotton balls out from between his toes as he watched his son thrash in his seat from whatever was happening in that water.

"They're really quite the wonderful little creatures, another of our finds from Hoshido. They would use them to clean their feet as part of a spa treatment. They don't have teeth so they would just suck the skin to get pull off any dead skin." Loki plucked the last cotton ball from between Pent's fourth and baby toes before stroking the back of her hand down his creamy sole as she unlocked the stocks with her other hand. Pent's ankles were still bound together with a cord so it was easy for Loki to force his feet down into the water. She held them there as the fish stirred and in seconds there was a feeding frenzy going on. Pent's eyes squeezed shut as he imagined the hundred tiny mouths sucking upon every single free piece of skin on his feet. He shook his head side to side frantically until Loki drew it between her and rubbed his shoulder as he wheezed into his gag.

"There, there my handsome beau. It's to make you prettier you know! Oh, these pretty pads of yours will just be heavenly! To think I'll have such a handsome pair of men on my arms soon. Allow me to join you!"

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The strategist reached down and slipped her large feet from her strappy heels. She raised up her size 13 and wiggled her toes before slipping her feet into the water between Pent and Klein. Placing an arm around the father as the water started to churn around her gunboats she turned away to hide the giggles that twisted her smile. She pulled the groaning Klein to her chest and laughed into the gagged boys' hair. Pent twisted in his bonds as she squeezed his shoulder hard enough that it felt like she would break it. Finally, she pulled her feet from the trough and struggled to regain her breath.

"My goodness does that tickle! I like to think of myself somewhat of a strong woman but I couldn't take that. Oh, it must be much worse on those poor tired peds that we've pampered so much." To Pent's shock, he felt the pressure on his feet release and he was able to pull them from the trough. He panted red-faced and sweaty as Loki undid the bindings over his thighs that kept him bound to his seat. His attempts to roll over were easily stopped as he was weak from the torment. When Loki hoisted him up bridal style he couldn't hide his surprise which earned him a wink from the strategist.

"Oh, we're all getting stronger due to the rituals King Surtr's performing with your friends laughter. Pure energy like that can even help a delicate thing like me grow stronger!" Loki snuck a hand across Pent's ruined festival clothes to move aside his waistcoat and fiddle with his belt. Pent could only squeeze his eyes shut as she took ahold of his erect member and pulled it free of his clothes to stare at it standing freely before her.

"Ooh now that is a pretty thing, isn't it? Let's pay it some attention in my chambers, shall we? Junior can spend the night here, to catch up on his studies." Pent snuck a glance at the apparent son of his and his heartstrings twanged with a chord of pity at the tears streaming down the blonde's red cheeks from under his blindfold. Giggle-Boy was slumped back in his bonds at this point having accepted there was nothing he could do about the frothy assault happening to his small feet from a million tiny mouths now that neither his or Loki's pies were there to distract them. He winced at the memory of the worst of the little devils who had gotten between his toes despite his efforts.

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He continued to remember this specific memory as Loki carried him from the dungeons up into the castle towards her chambers. He saw the fate of some of the other heroes along the way who'd been captured. A green-haired young man writhed and squirmed upon the ground like he was trying to put out an invisible fire. Upon seeing Loki he reached out a pleading hand to the strategist that was enclosed in a ridiculous padded glove. Loki shook her head and the youth who whined pitifully and rubbed the gloves over his body.

"Not now Sothe. You know you're not scheduled for anymore scritches today. Tomorrow I'll give you attention."

"Mistresslokipleaseititchesososososobad! Pleasepleasescratchespleasescratches! Ititchessobadsobad!"

"There, there. Poor baby. I'll give you a lot of attention tomorrow don't worry. I'll pay plenty of attention to that tasty tum of yours."

"Pleasepleasepleaseitchessobadtummyfeetarmpitsneckearsallsoitchyitchyitchypleaseplease!!! GAUUUHH!!" Loki stepped over Sothe who's writhing had turned to jitters as the man tried to simply stare ahead and not think of the magical charm that made his olive skin feel as if it was cocooned in scratchy wool. She looked at the fearful Pent and knelt forward to nuzzle the terrified mages nose.

"Don't worry you won't get anything as severe as that I promise. A figure like yours is to be savored and positioned properly to show our lord Surtr's magnanimousness and influence."

---

Out of the corner of his eye, Pent saw a pair of men kneeling and tending to each other. The redheaded one seemed to be trying to help the slender blonde one to his feet but was shoved upon his back by the one he tried to help and mounted from behind. The blonde's fingers shot into the more muscular one's armpits and Pent felt that his howls would have been deafening were it not for the bright red gag he wore between his lips that matched the one in blondes mouth. A bored girl with caramel skin and pink twin-tails watched the blonde further destroy the more muscular redhead from a comfy chair as she kept a sword between her legs.

"Princess Laevateinn do be abit gentler with those two. Your father is expecting them tonight for a private show and to check Raven's programming."

"The young swordswoman nodded coldly but as soon as Loki's head was turned signaled for Lucius's to flip his victim over. When Pent and Loki turned the corner Raven's abs were being menaced by wiggly fingers that drew closer by the moment, Pent could almost hear the screams through the man's gag.

Finally, they came upon what looked to be Lady Loki's quarters. Pent was placed gently upon the floor as the evil woman got the door and saw his chance. He'd conserved his strength until now in hopes for a moment like this. He tried to get to his feet but the very second his bare sole touched the cold stone it was as if tickly lightning shot up his leg.

"BAHAHAWHAHAHT IS THIHIS?" He fell back upon his rear slapping at his leg like the ticklish sensations were a fire that he could extinguish. Loki snickered at him as she bent over to pick the tall man up once more.

"You silly boy did you think your spa days were just a reward for having such gorgeous eyes? Your pretty pies there have been pushed beyond their limits of sensitivity at Surtr's command. You see you were an experiment of mine my delightful new arm-candy. To see just how sensitive we could get a hero. Originally we were going to see if we could transmit it through a spell to others to make them worthless in battle. That fell through though so now we just have you and soon to be Giggle-Boy as delightful little flower boys."

Loki picked him up once more and still giggling he couldn't offer much of a resistance as she brought him into her quarters. Pent gasped at the sight of the fluffy carpet inside the room and couldn't stop his mind from-

"Wondering what it would feel like handsome? Be good and you won't have to find out, Now let's get more comfortable hubby." She dumped Pent upon her giant bed and even the slightest brush against the sheet when he bounced made Lord Pent of Reglay squeal like an alley cat in heat. He clapped his hands over his mouth in embarrassment that only worsened at the snickers from Loki. She lay beside him and pulled his hands down.

"No more of that. I like your laugh and I want to hear it. Unless you'd prefer..." Pent followed her eyes down to his size 11's which twitched in fear at the attention.

"N-NO! WHATEVER YOU WANT! PLEASE!"

"Oh see was that so hard? Hands above your head now."

"Please, may we try to talk about this? My wife is-"

"Mmm no. That is not what I asked."

"NO PLEASE!" Loki crawled down and seized Pent's ankle, taking it into her lap. Pent tried to pull her off but thought better when she shot him a glare over her shoulder. Instead, he fell back into the bed and grimaced as he waited for what was to come. Loki was lenient simply bringing her mouth to the foot and caressing its toes with her hot breath. Even just the hot air was enough to make the man sputter and cover his face with the pillow to hide his laughter. Loki released the foot and rounded about to lay atop his chest. She ran her nails about the frayed and dirty material of Pent's ruined suit while she waited for him to get his breath back while she admired what hers could do as he winced at the feeling of it.

---

"Sooo now have we learned what disobedience gets us? Hands up."

Pent placed his hands on the headboard and Loki smiled as she placed her head on his chest.

"Perfect. Now keep your breath soft as I wish to rest. Don't you dare take those hands down either. I like you here and you're not to move until I say." Loki put her head to Pent's chest and traced a finger up his side and into his armpit where a delightfully well-placed tear in the fabric allowed her full access straight into the silvery forest of his fuzzy armpit.

"EEHEEHEE! DON'T!" he squealed as he tried to pull his arm down on reflex. A strong hand gripped his elbow and forced it back up though as Loki glared at him once again.

"I said don't move. Do we need to repeat the lesson on what will happen if you are a bad boy?" Pent swallowed and shook his head.

"I-I-I do so apologize. Permit me a rest though Lady Loki or at the least a change of clothes. T-t-to share a bed with a beauty like you in su-su-such a state simply wi-wi-w-will-"

"Oh, a gentleman even here! My you are a catch. I could just have you stuffed and mounted!"

"Ah-h-ha yes I've seen King S-Surtr's tro-trophies. The-they do make for a si-sight." He stammered nervously as he slowly tried once again to lower his arms.

A hard pinch to his nipple though forced Pent's hands back up as Loki shook her head.

"Oh but you do have a silver tongue, don't you. Quickwitted as well to think you could butter me up. No those will stay there and this-" she said fingering the fabric of Pent's ruined festival clothes. "I will stay right here for now. We have a wonderful outfit planned for you but allow me to savor you in this for but awhile longer. Even in this state does your natural sparkle shine through and allow me to imagine the dashing figure that was first brought here before King Surtr taught you your place so rudely. Still, I suppose if you won't behave it shows that it didn't exactly stick." With a snap of her fingers, Loki settled back in next to Pent and grinned as a rustling grew from the bottom of the bed. From the darkness stepped forward a young woman in fuzzy robes.

---

"Meet my favorite of the wonderful new recruits King Surtr has brought to serve Muspel. Pent, this is Queen Alitt of the gremlins." The woman nodded her head and Pent saw that what he had thought was a fuzzy robe was actually a long twitching mass. It unfurled itself from being coiled around the woman and Pent realized that it was a tail as it curled itself around his ankles and constricted them as if it was made of iron. He pulled at it but could no longer get his feet back under his own control. His struggles ended when the queen's hands pinched his big toes and bent them back. Just that alone was enough to freeze him with boyish giggles. With his hands still pressed to the headboard Pent could do little more than shake at the sensations ravaging him from just that touch.

"LA-LADIHIHES PLEASE! I DO AP-APOLOHOGIZE FOR MY R-RUDENESS!"

"Such a smooth talker. Lighten up a tad down there." Obediently the pressure on Pent's toes was lessened. They weren't released though as instead the strange tailed woman kept them still as another pair of hands slid up upon the bed and was then followed by another two pairs of hands which began to caress Pent's calves and legs. They didn't tickle but instead kneaded the tired muscles and traced up his long legs towards his buttocks. Pent's grimace at the unwanted touch faltered as he let out an involuntary moan from the attention.

"Nn-nnnuuuhh"

"Ooooh is somebody enjoying this now? You naughty boy getting pampered like this and not giving a thought to your darling wife...what was her name again?" The queen of the gremlins hands moved, a pair each taking one of Pent's feet. The thumbs pressed into the soles while more fingers pulled and straightened his toes. Gently caressing them and stroking the little stems. The count's eyes were screwed shut but it took him only a second to bring the thought of his wife's warm smile to the front of his mind.

"L-l-Louise! My wi-wife's name is L-Louise!"

"Oh so touching. Devotion even in the face of degradation."

"I wi-wi-auuhuHUUUH!" The queen cracked the bones of Pent's feet in massage but still took care of the sensitive appendages with loving attention.

"Oh save your breath. I'm not planning to steal you away or anything. No, I find your whole family adorable and can't wait to reunite you here with them! It's just that spunky wife of yours giving us trouble but we'll catch her eventually. Soon Giggle-Boy will join us up here and then we'll see to getting another of those kimono's for your little girl."

"Yo-you'll never catch m-my Louise I dare say. Oh-OHHH!! SH-She dodged many a suitor be-before she bag-bagged me...UUUNNPLEEHEEASE BE CAREFUHUHL! BAHAHAHAHA!"

Alitt grinned and mimed an expression of shock at the sneaky finger that had drawn itself along the undersides of Pent's toes. It stroked his foot as if calming a frightened animal while Loki cuddled in closer.

"Do forgive her. I can't say I wouldn't sneak a few tickles myself. You're just too tasty not too. She is a skilled masseuse though, isn't she? I think I'll partake as well." Loki clapped and settled down under Pent's arm as she placed her big feet next to his. Alit nodded and another four hands moved to tend to Loki's 13's in much the same way as Pent's own. She snuggled into his side and buried her face to hide the expressions she was making. Pent would have smiled himself if this wasn't the woman who had kidnapped him and a few of his children and was gushing about collecting them all. When she looked up at him expectantly he turned away and could feel her pout on the back of his neck. Unfortunately, that was not taken well by her subordinate as he felt that long-tail start to shiver and slither. From around his ankles, it moved forward showing off a length that Pent couldn't fathom to entwine itself between his toes as Alitt worked upon them. He exploded into laughter at the touch and pulled his arms down to try and pull himself free. Loki quick as a viper though had his arms pinned to his sides with a bear hug and a big wet kiss to his red cheek.

"Naughty, naughty! Nobody told you to do that, but I will forgive you. Eventually. For now though let's do a little bit of carrot and stick. Alitt? The stick please."

The tail between Pent's elegant digits began to vibrate as it wound it's back through the man's toes causing him to shake with laughter.

"Very good. Don't let up on the massage though. Really lean into iHIHIT! Oh, you naughty girl!" The gremlin queen inclined her head in apology and made a hissing sound. Loki smiled and planted another kiss upon the red-faced father of four, forgiving the monster immediately.

"Don't forget the carrot dear. I'll have to pay that sultry bard of yours a visit to show you how to properly do this." The gremlins hands resumed their massage on Pent's hyper-sensitive feet which in addition to the tail between his toes which was now extending towards Loki's wiggly digits, overloaded Pent's mind with sensations that he loved and despised. He was having trouble thinking through them and barely registered another big kiss from Loki.

"Oh, the poor thing can't stand it. Doesn't know whether to beg for more or mercy. Alitt? A little more stick." The hands massaging his entangled toes withdrew and returned with jet-black pegasus feathers courtesy of Princess Eir. They dragged the fluffy plumes along the tops of Pent's toes and his laughter climbed to a new decibel in response earning him another kiss from the Trickster.

"Are you enjoying this dear? Do you hate it? Want it to stop? Never end? Just give me a clear answer and I'll do whatever you say, family man." Loki's taunts weren't registered at all by the frantic noble whose mind felt like it was getting feathered at this point. His entire body was red hot beneath his suit which showed more than a few new sweat-stains as proof. It was all bubbling up inside and his frantic laughter wasn't enough to let it out. Regardless of his best efforts, he was being held still by the arms of the magically powered Loki who planted another wet one on him so hard that he saw stars through the image of the festival that cut through his mind.

"Perhaps a little more carro-"

"HAHAHAH-UUHNNH!! AHAHAUGAHA!" In Pent's mind, the image of the champagne bottle from the wedding festival was clear. The cork popped and the head fizzing as the excess intermingled with the streamers tied around the neck as he reached for it to pour a glass for his lovely wife to the cheers of their wonderful family in celebration. That wonderful festival was what Pent had been taken from before arriving here in Castle Muspel and that is what he recalled as he lost consciousness here on Loki's bed. Loki, however, was no romantic and instead saw Pent's messy cock streaming down ropes of semen to further ruin his once pristine suit. She released her grip on the man and smiled at how despite that it still stood at full attention.

"I wonder if..." She mumbled reaching towards it. At her very touch, the unconscious man shivered as another involuntary reaction overcame and streamed down onto his chest.

"My you are a catch." She waved to allow Alitt to begin cleaning him up with her free hands but still expected the massage to continue.

"Eat up dear but do be quick we have to get him ready for bed. Oh, I just can't wait."

---

When Pent's eyes fluttered open there was darkness all around him and the feeling of suspension. His hands and feet were bound again but this time behind him almost as is if he was hogtied. He pulled at the bonds to no avail but felt something warm upon the soles of his feet that stirred ever so slightly. He blinked and tried to take stock of the situation while he got his bearings. No blindfold was good since it seemed wherever he was, simply was dark. However, this feeling of vulnerability and the shiver the breeze gave him led him to believe that he was now in the buff. His new bonds had no give but at least were comfortable despite whatever the warm feeling on his soles was. In addition, his face which normally would be driven into the ground by this position instead rested upon a quite soft pillow which was nice. He wasn't being tickled at the moment besides that hot air that occasionally made him snicker into his pillow.

"Perhaps I should try to rest? I cannot escape on my own so why not attempt to conserve strength..." He mused to himself. A smart idea to be sure and a sentiment echoed by Loki above who rested her cheek upon his soles that protruded into her bed and dreamed of her wonderful new family, as well as Alitt who slept but a few inches away from Pent in this servants compartment. Gorged and content with a belly full of delicious semen extracted from the unconscious Pent, she simply rolled over in her sleep at the sound of his voice. The sound of this though made Pent realize that he wasn't alone in this compartment. The long tail of the queen of the gremlins curled along his shoulder and made him realize who slept down here with him.

He did his best to remain silent so as not to wake whatever his torturer was. Perhaps if he remained quiet he'd be able to lessen his torment until his darling wife Loki saved him from this horrid situation. Pent's eyes widened as he realized his mental slip but started to tear up as above Loki turned in her sleep and her hair teased along his sensitive soles and caused him to snicker involuntarily. He bit his tongue as he heard the creature next to him stir in it's sleep at the noise. Alitt stirred and one of her many hands scratched at his nose as Pent held his breath. He was doing his best to ignore the tail in between his shoulders twitching in the creature's sleep and Loki's breath above. The strategist of Muspel smacked her lips and fluffed her pillows in her sleep and the feeling of the woman's long red nails along the sides of his soles did the count in.

"BAHAHA! NO! PLEASE! LADY LOKI MERCY!" He yelled trying to alleviate the sensations though above Loki slumbered on peacefully unaware of his begging through the soundproofed bed.

"Mistress." Came a voice from the darkness that froze Pent like a mouse that hears the hiss of a snake in his hole. The tail curled around his boy and played with his ear.

"She is your Mistress, pretty boy." Though dark Pent could almost feel the hands around him drawing closer. Wiggling fingers as they closed in on his naked and defenseless form hanging above it.

"Well hello, sleepy head..."

--- Pent polished the gold nameplate underneath one of Surtr's trophies. He leaned into it as best as he could inside this strange outfit. Surtr had chosen it for him and instructed him to keep it clean in his duties or he would punish him. His toes curled at the thought of his master being mad at him. Would he take away his special socks that made his feetsies feel so safe? He didn't want that! He'd done that to Giggle-Boy and he had barely been able to do any cleaning in here what with how much he'd giggled. Today was the day King Surtr would inspect his work and either punish him or reward him. Giggle-Boy snuck up behind him and tickled his hips through his flower printed kimono. Pent tried to swat him away but Giggle-girl came from the other direction to get at his hips. The tall man laughed and backed into the wall trying to escape the pair of blonde gremlins who attacked his knees next.

"Stahahap! King Surtr wahants all of this cleeheeaned!" He protested as he sank to his knees before the combined attack of the pair.

"You twhoho need to tahahake this seriously!"

"Oh be quiet!" Giggle-girl said as she took his ankle into a headlock and began to pluck at his socked feet.

"Yes, I agree with my sister! You nag us and tell us what to do as if your the boss of us!" Giggle-Boy said as well as he tickled the man's stomach through the thin kimono.

"Pleeheease children beehaahave!"

"Behave, behave, behave!" The pair mocked as they climbed atop the silly man to tickle him harder. The two loved being tickled and knew that he did as well. They loved it when Surtr and Loki came to punish them all together as a family.

"Cheer up papa!" They said in unison.

"Mama will be here soon!"

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Leo’s Dark Dealings

"I promise you, Leo we'll save Siegbert and Corrin. The Summoners working hard to find out a way to counters Surtr's curse" Camilla said waggling her finger at her little brother.

"Yes, dear sister." The Sorcerous Prince droned back clearly not listening but instead nervously darting his eyes towards the book in his arms.

"Leo, please. This isn't a regular war anymore. I know that my little brother can handle himself but Surtr's using horrid tricks and I can't bear the thought of losing my last brother to that brute." Leo was suddenly smothered in between his tall sisters ample bosom. He gasped for air as the woman again forgot her ridiculous strength and squeezed the air from him.

"C-Camilla! C-can't bre-"

"Oh! So sorry my dear. It's just that when my darling little brother is in my arms like that I think for a second that I can keep you there forever. That way I won't lose you like the other two or my dear nephew Siegbert. Oh, I'm just so happy that at least dear sweet Forrest is safe in our own world right now."

"CAMILLA I STILL CAN'T BREATH! LET GO!"

"Oh! So sorry brother." Leo was released from the purple-haired woman's vice grip and for a second remembered the pity he'd felt towards anyone on the opposite side from his sister when they were in their own world. Though here it was worth it he supposed due to how many of her there were.

"Leo look at me."

"Sister I need to.."

"Please, Leo promise me."

"Camilla I..."

"I just can't lose anymore..."

"SISTER ENOUGH!”

His sister adopted a look like he'd wounded her but he knew that stopping now would just get him pulled back into a bone-shattering hug and he'd never get anything done.

"I am no child Camilla! I am a Prince of Nohr and responsible for the lives of others just like you! Every time I step on the battlefield I know that there is a chance I will not return just as you do. All the same, to dwell on that is no better. So you will leave me be and I will return to analyzing the movements of Muspel in the hopes that I find something to save not just our siblings but all those King Surtr has taken."

"Oh Leo I know you've grown into a fine prince but surely you can indulge your only Big Sister in worrying over you."

Leo rubbed his temples as his sisters changing tactics stumped him more than any opponent he'd ever faced in war.

"That said I want you to know that, no I will not be giving you back Brynhildr and that Prince Alfonse stopped by my room today to talk about an interesting conversation that you two had in the library."

Leo went pale at that last part and cursed under his breath. He'd thought that he'd successfully convinced the Prince of Askr of his innocuousness but apparently, Alfonse was sharper than he gave him credit for.

"Despite his concerns, I told Alfonse that my younger brother was far too intelligent to dabble in anything as dumb as Demonology. However, I did still promise to come and check up on you about it."

"We-well that's fine Si-sister because as you can see I've got nothing related to a practice as dangerous as that here."

"Indeed. Save that book you are trying ever so hard to conceal from your dear sister. Be a dear and hand it over, Leo."

"I-I surely have no id-AHH SISTER NO!"

Though he was of average height and a slight build Leo had always been bothered by how easily his siblings could overpower him. Both Xander and Camilla were more than strong enough to do whatever they wanted to him and in Camilla's case this was usually picking him up like a sack of tomatoes whenever he'd been naughty. He struggled slightly upon her shoulder but she held him steadfast over her shoulder with one hand quite easily.

---

"Leo dear don't make me ask again. Unless you want some help with your studies?"

At that threat, Leo went cold as it had been a long time since his sister had used that phrase. When they were both younger, Leo a bratty adolescent and his sister a burgeoning teen he'd been placed in her care many times due to how busy Xander was with his own duties as the Crown Prince. Leo had not made things easy on his sister and had been quite fond of hiding from her with a tome to pass the time until she found him and dragged him from his hole. That had all changed when one day his dressing gown had gotten tangled and Camilla's fingers had drawn along his ribs. The Prince's ticklishness had been revealed and from that day he was putty in his sister's hands, molding him into the proper young adult that now stood before her. She'd later used the same trick to get both Corrin and Elise in line and from what he'd heard was fond of using it on not only her own son Percy but also all five of her nephews and the male version of young Kana she'd discovered in Askr. Not to say that the boy's mother or Kana herself were spared from Camilla's etiquette lessons but just like Leo, Elise, Corrin, and Xander had learned as youths it was all out of love and to help them better themselves. He just hopes the children wouldn't be as foolish as they were and try to team up for revenge.

Now though for her to bring up those old tricks here with the effects of the curse hanging over the land made Leo's toes curl inside his night slippers.

"Fine! Take the book the sister!"

"Thank you, Leo. I would like the real one as well."

"Whatever do you mea-"

"You know Princess Hinoka's pegasus has been molting lately. I wonder if she's kept any of the feathers..."

"It's under the bed. Mercy please, I beg you."

"Thank you, Leo."\

Leo breathed a sigh of relief but was wise to not let his guard down as he ducked out of the way of his sister's attempt to seize him.

"Ple-please Camilla I've given you what you wanted!"

"And I'm trying to give you what you wanted! Clearly, you have no greater desire than to be tickled pink until your brains leak from your ears so why not let your sister do it rather than a brute like Surtr?".

"I WANT NOTHING LIKE THAT!"

"Then you'll promise big sister that you are done with this demon business?"

"If I summon one though it could show us how to-"

"If you want a demon so badly you've got one here. A tickle demon."

Camilla lunged at Leo who just got away but looked on in fear from the corner he was now trapped in. He took the fabric of his nightshirt between his fingers nervously and nodded his head frantically.

"Fine fine! Point received!"

"That's the good little brother I helped raise! Don't stay up too late now as tomorrow we'll have breakfast together. Sleep tight Leo!"

She took him into another spine straightening hug before turning to leave with both his decoy book and what Leo had said was the real one. She blew another kiss at her gasping brother as she closed the door behind her.

---

Leo rubbed at his tender lower back and wondered how they could be losing a war with something like her on their side. He then fished under his pillow and pulled out the real tome. He locked the door quietly knowing that if she or Xander wanted that the wood wouldn't stop them. He knelt down and began etching upon the floor with the chalk to make the symbols. He felt bad about lying to his sister and about how he'd stolen the decoy tome she'd taken from one of the other two versions of himself that dwelled here in the castle. That particular version of himself hadn't seemed that interested though and instead prattled on about the sandwiches. Leo didn't really like that Leo but at least he was more upbeat than the other one who only sulked about in a swimsuit. That one made Leo feel like he should be cheerier but then the sandwiches one was abit too upbeat for Leo's taste so he usually just felt like he wanted to be alone more. His missing brother and nephew weighed heavily on his mind and so he'd decided to do something about it. He'd heard from the other heroes about what happened to those in Surtr's care and a good few had seen Corrin's new life dancing mindlessly for his new king. Nobody could save him then but now Leo had a plan to get them out before Siegbert got a matching outfit or something worse. He knew he was far from the first to try this and he shuddered at the thought of the fates of Sothe and Micaiah.

With the circle finished Leo stood up and stretched the stiffness out of his legs and back before going to get the ingredients together for the solution. These had been trickier to get together but thankfully there were enough heroes that he didn't have to worry about getting caught with that. He sparked the flint over the bowl and coughed as the smoke started. He placed it by the portion of the circle that the tome had indicated and picked up the tome to begin the chant. Prince Lyon's notes were a bit hard to read but he believed he'd deciphered it.

"J-joule ela-elam sen gahad" He stammered out unsurely as he tried to read out the Gradan's messy writings.

"Bors hagan manj FREC!"

He yelled the last word as he expected something dramatic to herald the incantation's effect but was met with nothing. "Let me try it without the lights" the Prince mumbled stepping over the circle gingerly to extinguish the candles in his room.

"Hope I don't have to get more of this stuff. Alfonse would definitely get wind and tell Camilla."

Leo sparked the bowl again and stepped into the circle again to try the chant.

"Joule elam sen gahad! Bors hagan manj FREC!"

He looked around the room and again saw nothing.

"Dammit. Nothing. Well, I suppose if Lyon had been any good at summoning demons he would have been stronger-"

Leo stopped his mutterings and stopped to take in his surroundings. It was colder in here than it had been a second. He swatted at the phantom feeling of something on his neck before mentally chiding himself at jumping at nothing.

"L-Leo? Br-brother is that you?!"

Leo's skin crawled at the sound of a familiar voice in the darkness and turned. A shape came forth from the darkness, that of his brother Corrin. The pointy-eared Prince shivered in the sheer dancer's outfit that Surtr had placed him in and blinked just as incredulously at the sight as Leo did.

"What-what are you doing here?! How did you get here!? Did they capture you?? CAN YOU GET ME OUT!"

Leo stared mouth agape as Corrin crawled forward on his hands and knees with the bells on his outfit jingling.

"Brother we've got to go! It's almost time for my show and if they catch you in here than Surtr will..."

"You must be joking."

"Wh-what?"

"To think that you have such a low opinion of me that I'd fall for this."

"I don't-"

"Do stop. Please. Don't lower my opinion of you any more or I'll be forced to try and summon something more creative." Corrin stared at his Nohrian sibling in desperation mouth half forming words until the sound of a metal door slamming open made them both jump.

"Hehehee I can still feel her on my skin. It's your turn hehehe Uncle Corrin go quickly behehfore they come get-Uncle?" Corrin moved quickly to put his arms around the still giggling frame of their nephew Siegbert who lay upon the straw-covered stone looking up at the one who didn't belong there.

"Wha-what are you dohohoing here?"

"WHAT'S GOING ON IN THERE!? SEND TWINKLE-TOES OUT OR YOUR BOTH GOING DANCING!"

"Leo please! Get us out of here! They're com-"

"SHUT UP!"

"Leo please!"

"BROTHER WHAT AR-"

"ENOUGH OF YOUR STUPID GAMES!"

"Gehet out there Uncle! I dohohon't want to dahahnce again!"

"Pathetic. Where in this book are the words to dispel this filth?"

"Ugh fine then be a pill." Said a new voice.

---

Corrin's frame seemed to blur and fade before surging. It changed and soon Leo was staring at what looked like an extremely tall man with skin as red as a tomato. Curiously though Corrin had changed into that Siegbert stayed the same and expressed the appropriate reaction to his uncles change.

"Wh-AHHHHAHH!! UNCLE WHAT HAVE YOU!? WHO ARE YOU?!"

"Impressive." Leo spat out if only to break the ice.

"You forgot about him though." He said as he pointed to the confused Siegbert.

"Dispel all of your illusions if you wish to speak." He folded his arms to illustrate his point and gave a wilting glare to what was pretending to be his trembling nephew.

"Uncle, please! I don't know what's happening but if you can help me than I beg of you! They tickle me so much and I CAN'T STAND IT ANYMORE! Today they had me dance while Soleil poked at my bare feet until I fell! Then...I...she...too much...oh gods her tongue"

"Oh tell him, Little Prince! Sieggy here got licked all over like he was as sweet a boy as he acts didn't you!" The beast pulled Siegbert up to his knees and pinched at his cheeks to force them into a smile.

"Oooh, he's still a bit sticky from that. Don't worry little one Soleil's job was to protect you for so long that of course, she'd love that smile of yours. Shame she never got to tell you but now she'll get it whenever she wants!"

"Wha-What do you...I don't."

"Oh don't cry little royal. Your uncle didn't come all this way to save a sniveler did he?"

"Your puppet show is wearing on my last nerve. Stop it and speak to me as an adult."

"Oh but I am second Prince." Leo's distaste for the creature grew at that title being brought up.

"You summoned me to save this one and King Surtr's twinkle toes didn't you? I thought you'd want to see him hence why I brought him. A shame that you're so greedy as to only want to save your family though. After all, there are so many other poor unfortunates here in Muspel. Do you want to show him your friends little Sieggy?"

"I don't believe you for a second," Leo said rolling his eyes at this pageantry he was being forced to sit through. "I wish Prince Lyon had included how demons were such terrible bores in his writing so that I could have put a chair in this circle while I waited for you to be done."

"Oh, poor boy he just doesn't care about you does he? He must like you seeing laugh just like everyone else."

The creature pulled young Siegbert over his lap and began skittering its nails over the Princeling's lower back and perky bottom.

"AH-AHAHA-PLEASE! AHAHAHA PLEEHEESE! PLEASE NO! I NEEHEED A BREAHAHAK! I CAHAHAN'T-BAHAHAHA!"

"Oh, poor little guy. This could end but his uncle just doesn't care. Oh well, I'm sure King Surtr will appreciate you."

"That's not the real Siegbert. You don't have that kind of power."

"UNCEHEHELE! PLEEEHEESE!! MAHAHAKE HIM STOP!"

---

The demon pulled Siegbert up into a sitting position upon his lap and knotted his arms behind the princes. He held the Prince trapped in a full nelson while Leo looked with disgust at this whole show.

"Oh, I don't? Tell me who exactly did you think you were summoning Mister Second Prince? You can't have thought that some lower-level pit scrubber of a demon was going to help much?" Smoke billowed and obscured both the demons lower half and Siegbert's. If Leo squinted he could see something writhing in the smoke probing all along the borders of his sacred circle.

"So let's say that is my nephew." Hands came from the smoke and drilled their fingers hard into Siegbert's ribs at the accusation.

"I AAHHAHAM!! PLEEHEESE UHUHNCLE LEO!"

"Then he would know something that only Siegbert would know wouldn't he?"

"You're interrogating me while I play with your bound nephew in front of you? Are you sure you aren't the demon?"

"What did your mother say to me when Xander assigned Soleil as your retainer?"

"PLEEHEESE! I-I CAN'T! NAHAHAHT THEHEHERE!"

"Aww but you've got such a cute little tum. Ticklish too huh? BEAK!" Siegbert's stomach fat was pinched hard by the phantom hands and the lad practically doubled over. He tried to grab at his tormentor's hands but his weak hands were slapped away to allow his soft baby fat to be pinched and poked. Leo tapped his slipper clad foot impatiently and waited for an answer but it seemed that Sieggy wasn't going to be allowed a break to play trivia.

"Alright so dispelling takes three steps..." He mumbled as he flipped through the pages of the book.

"Hey, hey! Fine! Answer him then. Your no use to me if he won't give me anything.

"She...she told me that there was nobody b-better."

"Not even close."

"Dammit worth a shot."

The room went dark and Leo breathed a sigh of exasperation. He'd kept his cool but he'd been secretly hoping that he really could have saved young Siegbert. Sudden light attacked Leo's eyes and he took a step back instinctively. Remembering himself though he stopped at the last second so as not to exit the circle. He looked back at where he'd almost placed his foot and saw a flower blooming. In confusion, he peered closer and saw it's petals coated in a sticky and shiny liquid. The center of the flower was filled with flailing tendrils that he suspected probably ached at missing out at tasting his sole. He couldn't help but feel smug at having dodged that little trick until he heard the creaking behind him. He turned and saw the horrible game that had been constructed. In the center of the room was a small stone that had a chain going three ways protruding from it. Each of the ends of those chains kept the ankles of three heroes in place. Siegbert...the real one he assumed was one. The other two were darker-skinned and Leo supposed they were the heroes who'd been captured in the last sortie Gray and Boey.

Each of the three was still in their full battle clothes but with their arms bound tightly to their sides. Save one bared foot each that the chains secured. The stone was surrounded by more of those flowers that Leo had almost stepped upon. Specifically three of them, One for each boy. Leo winced as he realized that Boey and Gray were overpowering his nephew by pulling on their chains and Siegbert's as a result, he was getting pulled closer and closer. As if in slow motion, his nephew's barefoot was pulled into the flower which quivered and moved to greet the size 9. The petals folded to greet the foot and the tendrils immediately began to lap all along the trapped foot's sole and reaching out new ones to savage the ball and heel with attention. Tears pricked in the boy's eyes as he dropped to his knees still trying to pull his foot free. A heavy metal clink rang through the room and Leo swallowed hard at how the chain binding Siegbert suddenly had no give for him to escape. Siegbert sank from his knees to face down on the floor still trying to hold it in as the chains on Boey and Gray started to reel in.

"What do you think? I don't know how Surtr got those flowers but they're certainly effective don't you think. So you don't think I'm cherry-picking I'll let you know. This keeps repeating once they're all in. It lets them go then starts winding them all in again."

---

Leo whirled around to confront the tricky demon that was now behind him but was struck at how different it was. If it hadn't the same disgustingly smooth sounding tone Leo would have believed he'd been handed off to another denizen of the pits. Now the creature that stood before him hulked even here in the dungeons it stood somewhere between 12 and 15 feet and was hunched against the stone ceiling which Leo believed was entirely intentional to add to its intimidation factor. Its human features were gone and now he spoke to what seemed to be a reptilian creature's who's head tapered down into an anteater like tiny mouth, complete with a tongue that protruded from it and hung several feet down, coiling and twisting as if alive. It extended a clawed hand and Leo shuddered at how it looked big enough to easily hold his entire body. Still, he remained consciously aware not to jostle about too much in the circle for risk of exiting it. The creature's hand hung in the air expectantly as Leo raised his eyebrow in confusion.

"It's called a handshake. A way to greet each other as equals and to signal the cease of hostilities." The creature rumbled. Leo sighed at the way he was being talked down to.

"Yes, I'm quite aware of what it is. I'm just wondering if you thought me a fool who'd exit this circle of protection for such an obvious trick "

"Looking down on people and tricking them come hand in hand as a demon so you can't really blame me for trying. That circle of yours doesn't offer as much protection as you think though."

"Hence why you're trying to trick me into exiting it, I'm sure."

"My name is pronounced Fric."

"I'm sorry?"

"When you summoned me in the chant. You said my name as Frac. A common mistake but it's Fric."

"Sorry if my apologies don't seem sincere but I was simply writing what Prince Lyon wrote. Oh and also if I don't offer them at all due to my distaste for you."

"There's no reason to be so hostile. You summoned me after all."

"Yes and then you greeted me by tickling a facsimile of my missing nephew and brother into a puddle of mewling goo."

"It's not like that's not happening you know. I just showed you it as an attempt to trick you."

Boey was the next to fall. The mage placed his foot wrong and it skidded out from under him. The white-haired mage was dragged upon his robe-clad bottom into the flower which eagerly wrapped up his wiggling size 11. The tendrils forced apart his toes and allowed new ones that were clad with fuzz to run through the sensitive canyons. Leo didn't know why he knew that's what was happening in there at first but quickly rationalized as just another trick by this demon "Fric" to get under his skin. He adjusted his night robes uncomfortably all the same and winced at how his comrade threw his head back immediately in uncontrollable laughter.

"BAHAHAHA NOO-NOO-NAHAHAOO! NAHAHAT AGAHAHIN!"

"You did want to save them didn't you? I was just illustrating what you were saving them from. In case you'd forgotten."

"Yes, I'm sure. So now you'll say this is actually him?"

"It is."

"Can you prove you are not lying again."

"AHAHAHA I CAHAHN'T TAKE IHIHT!"

Boey yelled himself hoarse as Gray's form was dragged along the floor towards the flower.

"Suppose I can't. They can't see us or hear us so there's no way to communicate. I worked hard on this trick so if you don't mind."

A puff of smoke and suddenly standing between Leo and Fric was...unmistakeably another Leo. His doppelganger stood before them completely nude save for-

"Oh, good gods. Why would you?"

Adorning the exact duplicate of Leo's own rump was a tight pair of underwear that his sister had gotten him as a joke. They were white and adorned with Leo's favorite food.

"Tomatoes. Gods, Camilla still thinks I have that."

"Yes, and it was rude of you to hide it under the bed."

"Oh so either you read my thoughts or you have access to the whole room except me inside the circle."

"You're so sharp you'll cut yourself. Now button up for a second. Put her there!"

---

The doppelganger took Fric's claw and shook it with a smile so bright Leo wanted sunscreen. Unsurprisingly Fric's claws closed over the stupid copies hand and pulled him out of his circle. The fake Leo tried to plant his heels and pull his hand back but then started laughing.

"WHAHAT? STAHAHAP LICKING IHIHIT!"

Leo noted with a raised eyebrow that saliva dripped out from between the hand of the faux him and Fric's claw. He assumed that creature had shapeshifted a mouth to its palm and was now assaulting his palm with the tongue from said mouth. Leo examined his own palm, Could it be ticklish? He'd always focused more on magecraft than swordsmanship and used a number of Hoshidan creams to soften his skins. He supposed he could be ticklish there. Gray's foot was finally engulfed by the flower and Leo's mind pictured that it like the others was attacked by two or three long and wet tendrils, not unlike tongues. They wound themselves along the swordfighters foot and writhed and whipped while the man cackled and shook with laughter.

"NOHOHOO! NOOHOO NOOHOO! I HAHAHATE THIS ONE THE MOST! STAHAHAP THAT YOU WEIHIHIRD PLAHAHANT! HEHEHEELPP MEE!!"

"So is this you showing me what you want?"

"No silly prince this is me showing you what is."

"Quite so I suppose you devouring my hand like that is just in the other room?"

"Oh, that! That was for me yes. I suppose I did want that. You got me."

"So if that was a lie then how do I know any of this is true?"

"I suppose you don't. All I wanted was a little fun but if you don't want the power to help everyone..."

"I never said tha-"

Leo looked away for just a second and the scene changed once more. Now they were in a much more well-lit room. Torches adorned the walls and in the center of the room, something hung from the ceiling. Leo peered at it quizzically but it was too far away to get a good look.

"Just walk over to it lazybones."

"By the gods give up already. That's not even slightly clever."

"Fine then."

Suddenly Leo was right next to the action. So close that he could see the sweat on Corrin's skin as he gasped for air. The silver-haired prince was suspended in a harness by his waist and was clad in only a dancer's sarong. Bright red ribbons mummified his arms above his head. On either side of him were two more from Surtr's list of victims L'Arachel and Micaiah. Micaiah had one of Corrin's size 12's in her hand and was tracking a finger along through his toes while L'Arachel was dancing her fingers over his ribs.

"Now c'mon Twinkle-Toes you've got to remember the steps. It's heel, toe, heel, toe-" Her finger went to the spots she named in time.

"-And then sliiiide" Down the sole, it went.

"Then one, two, three and biiiig finish!"The toes were counted, twiddled and the baby pinched as she built to...

"The big spin!" Her nail worked up a whirlpool on the ball of Corrin's foot.

"Now play it back Twinkle-Toes."

"Heel,tohohe, heeheel toe, tohohoheHEHEHE!"L'Arachel went wild in the dragon princes pitties upsetting his balance and causing him to hang from his side in the harness horizontal to the floor.

"He's not getting it! I'm soooo tired of him messing up our performances. This is why only that bard's getting invited to the King's chambers!"

"BAHAHAHA I'M SOHOOHOHRRYY!!"

"See he's sorry L'Arachel! So let's mess up at least another five or six times and disappoint King Surtr!"

"I WAHAHAS A BEHEHETTER DANCER SOLO!"

"You were but now we're a troupe. And we go Heel, toe, heel, toe-"

They resumed tickling Corrin but now they made no sound. Leo heard something else though. A faint sound of wet slapping and familiar laughter. He looked back to see that the false him had been brought along as well and had looked as if he also had been given the advice to walk over and actually fallen for it. Now he was pinned under yet another new form for the demon. Which had long purple hair and-

"Oh by the dragon of dusk you must be joking." The tomato bottomed Leo across the room had been tackled to the ground as soon as he'd trod out of the circle by none other than his own older sister Camilla who was now engaged in ruthlessly raspberrying him into submission. She paused to beckon and the room moved to place him right by the scene. A look over his shoulder told him that his half-brother's dance lessons weren't going any better now that they'd been muted. He looked down to see Camilla had paused and was looking up at him absentmindedly rubbing his own tingling belly. He flushed at how he'd allowed her to know that it was getting to him.

"My, my is the cold second prince starting to thaw. Don't you want Big Sisters kisses on your precious tum?"When she spoke it was with the voice of Fric and that made Leo's skin crawl just as much as the memories from his childhood that came flooding back with the words.

"That's your most offensive form yet."

"Oh, you wound me. To think that you would say such a thing to your own big sister."

"You are NOT my sister." "Maybe not but I have her form. If anything her body without her blood is perfect. Now, these pretty nails can explore that cute body with no nasty hang-ups to ruin the fun." She wiggled her nails and beckoned the repulsed Prince to step from the circle and join her atop his other self's pale chest and reddened belly.

"Disgusting. I'd meant to summon a demon not....some child eager to try repulse...is there anyone I could contact for someone better?"

"No, I'm afraid the Queen is as high up the ladder as you can go sorry-I MEAN how could you say something like that your loving big sister?" Him saying it again made Leo's skin crawl almost as much as the expression on the face of the tomato bottomed fake under her. The way he squirmed in his wet undies so disgustingly made Leo once again adjust his nightclothes.

---

Fric noticed this and again the room whooshed past Leo causing him to blink and try and take in the sudden change. They were back in the center of the room but Corrin and the others were gone. Instead residing in the now tomato patterned harness was that disgusting pig that had his face. Between his lips was a bright red ball gag that had been patterned to look of course like a tomato. Leo bristled at not only the change and the disrespect but also at how he couldn't look away from it. He searched for the demon but couldn't see what trick it was playing this time. He checked behind himself and the other him and came up empty. He searched around the room from inside his circle and did everything in his power to not look at how that disgrace in the harness was shaking and murmuring something through his gag.

"Do you play all these same tricks with everyone who summons you?"

"It's only been you who dared handsome." came a voice from beneath his feet.

Leo looked down and lost his composure finally due to the shock at the sight of the burning fire beneath him. He fell back onto his rear and just barely managed to keep himself inside the circle when he realized that the ground was still just as solid beneath him as it always had been. Both the Leo's were now suspended over a circle of white-hot fire in the center of the room. The disgusting Leo trilled in delight at the new heat as the disgusted one squinted down at the black spot that was growing in the fire. It was getting bigger and splitting off into lines that were spreading out beneath them. Leo was scared that these tentacles of blackness that were coming towards him and would be able to touch him. They reached up and as they drew closer he could make out more details about them that scared him even more. They dripped with slime but yet had fuzzy patches along them in random places and feathery tufts in other. One looked absolutely maddeningly bristly while the looked soft enough to sleep atop. They were drawing closer, higher and higher they reached towards Leo and Not Leo. He swallowed as they traced along the solid bottom of his circle of protection, tracing along under his feet. He tried moving the size 13's away but found they followed where ever he moved his feet too. Leo wondered when he had lost one of his night slippers when he was woken from the trance by the rattling of the device that held his doppelganger. The tendrils had wrapped themselves around the tomato boy's ankles tight and slowly wound themselves up his over his thighs and around his waist. They wiggled and vibrated as they did so and made the gagged hero's due throw his head from side to side at the sensation.

One of the tendrils was wrapped around a thin piece of wood that it brought up to the defenseless chest. It played what Leo realized was a brush along his slight pectorals and wrote a message.

"You should feel proud Leo!" It read across the one side. "I'm definitely strong enough to save anyone and everyone." The other side said. The little brush played with the fake's nipples as Leo crossed his arms over his chest defensively.

"Your phrasing is...odd. I sense a trick in the words. You said that you could. Not that you would. I assume that should I agree then you'll have your fun with me?" Another Leo was forced up between them also wrapped in tentacles that played along with silver forks in his restrained armpits. They twirled the short blond hairs like pasta as they dragged along the hollows.

The tendrils bent this Leo into an L to show off a painted sole that read "You're so smart!" The other foot was clad in-

"My slipper! So it fell from the circle? Did you expect me to reach for it?"

It fell from the wiggling foot to reveal another message. "Can't trick you!" Leo looked away as this doppel's face was even harder to look at due to that disgusting expression of pure joy on it. "Enough of your tricks Fomortiis! Cease whatever spell your working and instead let us arrange the terms of our deal!" The air whooshed through Leo's hair and made him pause as the room changed again.

He turned to see both of his copies lounging on their bellies in opposite directions over a familiar pair of muscled calves. Leo's eyes traveled over the abdominals to see that now this demon was repeating itself but with his other older sibling. His brother Xander now sat shirtless with two copies of Leo draped over his lap. He waved hello with a hand that held his missing slipper.

"That name you called me...did you think it was mine?"

"Is it not? You've been rather clumsy at hiding it."

"I was only trying to trick you again."

"Why?"

"To make you unsure. You've been so ahead of me the whole time but were you really? Or was all of it a trick as well? How much that you know is real?"

"Wha-what do you mean by that?"

"Well now, why would I tell you? All I'll say is that maybe that circle protects you but not the rest of the castle."

"Wh-what?!"

That's when Leo heard it. If he focused to drown out the supposed Fomortiis's blatherings he could hear it faintly. Screaming and battle with the faint stony echo of the castle applied.

"What are you doing?! I thought we were to make a deal!"

"You still don't seem to realize what's happening. Tell me what do you think I am?"

"A demon!"

The creature that was neither Xander nor Fomortiis chuckled. It waved it's hand dismissively and the room lightened. Leo could now see that they were in his room but that the hole in the floor from before was still there. Now though rather than fire from before fog rolled from it. Some of it was close enough to Leo's for him to feel just how cold it was. The most pressing concern though was the bound and gagged woman before the hole. Camilla pulled at her bonds and yelled something into her gag at Leo when she saw.

"BRMMPPH? WHMMPPH HHMMPHH?!" Leo was at a loss for what to say as suddenly one of the tendrils snaked around his sister's ankle and pulled it from beneath her.

"NOO! GIVE HER BACK! GIVE HER BACK!"

"So self-centered. How many have gone down that hole so far and you only care when it's your sister?"

"Wh-what?! How many?!"

"Do you remember Leo? When we were young and did something wrong?" It spoke in his brother's voice now and ignored the panicking prince's words. Brandishing the slipper Xander's fingers reached down and pulled down the tomato patterned bottoms of both of the still gagged Leo's before him. His free hand caressed their pale bottoms as Leo's own tightened. His hands flew to it as his composure was now long gone.

---

The door was thrown open and a shade wearing the armor of Muspel marched a prisoner in. They wore only pajamas and had a sack over their head so Leo couldn't discern their identity. Instead, they were unceremoniously shoved into the pit as the shade exited. Tears pricked in the corners of Leo's eyes as both bad memories and intense guilt for what he had done flooded his mind.

"What was it the maids said when they punished, you, second prince? "This is for all." That's right. They would say "This is for all" when they paddled your bottom with their slippers." Xander's hand was brought down hard into one of the bottoms before him and made his guest moan into his gag. The hand came down for another as the pig with his face squirmed over his brother'slap and Leo's own bottom ached in sympathy. "That was to let you know that your behavior didn't befit a Prince of the realm. It was a lesson you needed to be taught early as not just a child of the King of the one of the strongest military powers but also as an aspiring mage."

THWACK!

Leo sunk to his knees as another shade marched in a prisoner and flung her to the pit. Leo watched in horror as it grew bigger this time and if he squinted he could see things squirming inside through the icy fog.

THWACK!

"You needed to know that actions have consequences and that for a royal those consequences are tenfold."

THWACK! Leo's hands ran along his own bottom as he squeezed his eyes shut to not look at the scene anymore. He couldn't bear it but he could still hear the whoosh of air and muffled scream of another being thrown to the pit.

"After all who knows who could take advantage of a foolish prince who thirsts for power. When he extends an invitation into the realm of the dead who would see it first?" Leo's eyes shot open at that and took in the sight. His brother was gone once more and now the true form of his tormentor sat before him with his simulacrum laid atop her ragged dress. Hel's bony fingers danced over the tomato red bottoms of the two tomato boys and made the peach-shaped rumps jiggle and squirm.

"Wh-how?! I DID NOT SUMMON YOU!"

"Where do you think demons come from boy? Who is it they torment? The dead!"

One more hooded form was thrown into the foggy pit before Leo as he swallowed hard at the realization of what he'd done. The queen of the dead chuckled and played her fingers along the thrashing boy's buttocks while Leo pounded a fist against the floor of his circle.

"You invited me here and gave me free rein over this castle and all the souls I could catch in it. So I will make you a deal my prize."

Leo sniffled as yet another was thrown into the pit but couldn't look away from the bony fingers that toyed with his bottoms. Suddenly he couldn't think of anything but those bones. What did they feel like running along his skin? Were they as cold as he imagined? "Leave that circle and swear to be my tickle-pet second prince. Come home with me and let me explore every inch of your body to see what noises I can force you to make. Do so and I'll stop. I will leave with only you.'

"Y-y-you swear? Yo-you'll le-let Camilla go?! And the others?! Thi-this isn't just a tri-trick t-to make me le-leave the ci-circle?"

Hel's hand covered her mouth but through the bones, her black smile was easy to see. Leo wasn't looking at the god of death's smile. Instead, all that was on his mind was how those fingers would feel roaming along his body for eternity. He was curious at how they'd feel and that disgusted him but most of all he would be able to save the others! If he didn't give himself to Hel than what kind of person would he be?

"Silly boy that circle is meaningless. If I wanted you in there I could have you just like these two. Watch."

She held up the slipper that he'd lost and for a second it seemed to shimmer. She extended one bone towards and the second it tapped the sole he felt fingers on his other foot still hiding in its match.

"Whahah-what? How could you-how are you?!"

"Scitchy-kitchy second prince!" The finger wiggled along the slippers sole and Leo could feel fingers along his own pink foot. He tried to pull the slipper off but that just made Hel speed up her exploration. He yanked and pulled at the shoe but when felt his toes being pinched and plucked he threw his head back. The Prince rolled and beat his fists trying to get relief but couldn't until Hel calmed down and allowed him to breathe.

"See? My giggly princey if I'd wanted to take you I could have snatched you away in the night. I want you to give yourself to me. Present yourself like the tasty little dish you are and I'll let them go."

"But...how?! The circle should-the spell!"

"Blah, blah, blah do you give up or no?"

"I-I-I but-"

Another prisoner was thrown in as Leo's mind raced. "Y-yo-you pr-promise?!"

"Yes."

"This isn't-"

"If you promise yourself to me and exit the circle then I'll take only you."

"I....F-fine."

"Say it."

"I pr-promise to g-go wit-with y-you..." Leo moved to get up but couldn't for some reason. He felt something was wrong...

"Just stick a hand out. That'll do."

"F-fine."

"Refer to me properly pet. As your mistress."

"Yes, Mistress."

Leo stuck his hand out and touched the ground. All of a sudden the room swirled and changed once more. The two Leo's on the ground faces changed from utter drooling contentment to contempt. They shook their heads at Leo and sneered through their tomato gags at how he'd been fooled. The pit disappeared as well like it had never even been there. Leo searched the room for where the prisoners could be but then noticed something else. He was holding his own ankle in his hand for some reason and his own nails were pressed into the pink sole.

---

"Wha-what? Bu-but...did I?"

Cold hands of bone closed around his wrists and pulled him back into the embrace of Hel. He looked up at her then at his former doppelgangers. He paled at their true forms for before him were now the Princes of Askr and Nifl respectively with their hands bound behind them and tomato's between their lips. Alphonse shook his head while the taller Hrid still thrashed and pulled at his bindings, refusing to give up.

"When did you-"

"They almost interrupted us but thankfully you were so deep in my illusions that you didn't notice. Your mind was like putty second prince. I even made you tickle YOURSELF into submission. A promise is a promise though.

"YOU PROMISED I'D BE THE ONLY ONE YOU'D-"

"Shh"

Smoke came from between Hel's lips and filled Leo's vision. He breathed deeply of it and the room swirled. His limbs felt like jelly and his eyelids heavy. He heard Hel's words but didn't understand.

"I'll keep you. They'll be given to Surtr."

The two shook as smoke filled the room and whirled about. When the door was broken down by the concerned sisters of the three there was no trace of them.

Leo shivered in fear in the seat he was strapped too. He could see nothing around him but blackness. The last thing he remembered was passing out due to Hel's mist in her lap. It felt like he'd been sitting in this chair for an eternity. When he'd first awoken he was naked and afraid bound to this chair but now he was creeping upon annoyance. He tested the skeletal hands that gripped his wrists and ankles tightly and kept them trapped in place finding that still they gave no inch. He also eyed the most worrisome part of his bondage. The single skeletal hand that protruded right between his thighs. It held a black as night feather straight up and hadn't moved an inch the entire time he'd been here.

"Why is she doing this..." He wondered aloud only to immediately be greeted with an answer.

"Why? Why did I wait so long to do this? I've been watching you for a while my ripe little fruit." Hel stepped forth from the darkness and gave the naked Nohrian a start.

"Wh- How long hav-have you been there?! When did you come in?"

"Come in? I've always been here. You time works differently in Hel. A year or even a decade in here is whatever I want it to be to the outside world. I supposed a bit of waiting for you was fair considering how long I waited to take you. Watching you take care of not just a tasty body but also cultivate a delectable brain through my magic has been a treat. To finally sample you...oh I'm ecstatic."

She trailed a bone along Leo's cheek and frowned at how he tried to pull away. The hand between his legs responded by suddenly resting its plume upon one of Leo's thighs.

"AH!"

"You see I have little use for most of the heroes that Surtur so desperately wants to collect but when I saw you I was quite taken." The hand trailed the feather slowly up Leo's thigh and made the Prince fidget about snickering.

"Hehehee whahahat?"

"A bit of idle interrogation got some nice information from that Siegbert you were so eager to save. He told me about his intellectual uncle Leo and I was ever so interested." The feather now traveled along the underside of Leo's sack and his fidgeting was getting worse.

"I asked Surtr if I could keep a hero for myself and he relented. He did ask for some hands-on time so don't get too needy pet. We will have to share but don't worry I'll keep to our arrangement. I get most of your time."

Now the feather went down Leo's other thigh in the opposite direction.

"You heeheheehe won! Why are you puhuhnishing me?"

"Punishing? No my dear boy why would I do that?! You've done nothing wrong. In fact, you've done only what I wanted you too since you first tried that silly ritual to lure something from Hel." Now the feather teased the underside of Leo's knees making his legs jump and try to flee. Hel frowned again and suddenly his chair protruded a rest for his legs that allowed the hands to pull upon his ankles hard enough to straighten them out and allow the feather easy access under his knees.

"You see this is training Leo. House training if you will."

"Hoho-house training?!"

"Yes. You see part of what made you appealing to me is your mind and that wasn't going to very well settle you into life as a ticklepet would it?"

Another set of skeletal hands erupted from the chair in front of his feet. Their long fingers pointed at the sky while the feather again began another trek up Leo's thigh.

"No, you'd just keep trying to escape or talk your way out of here instead of laying back and taking it in that you'd lost. So this is us getting all of that out of the way." The fingers placed themselves against Leo's toepads and began sliding doooown slowly, matching the maddening pace of the feather at Leo's balls again.

"Neheheoo! I ssweehear I wohohn't!! Stahahap!" He begged as the fingers began traveling along his warm pink soles and the feather got to his other thigh again.

"So we're going to get all of that out of your system here. We're going to stay in here and tickle-" Every time she said the word more happened. Leo's wrists were dragged up above his head.

"Tickle" A pair of arms emerged and played artists brushes along Leo's erect nipples.

"BAHAHA DOHOHN'T!"

"Tickle"Another set of hands emerged to jam long-nailed fingers into his now exposed armpits.

"NO! NOHOHO! NOHOHO PLEEASE!"

"Tickle" More hands joined the fray to begin kneading the baby fat of Leo's belly like dough.

"GEHEHEHT AWAHAHAY!"

"Tickle" A thousand legged centipede emerged and began to wind its way through the forest of Leo's toes before getting lost and ending up back where it started only to set out once more on its journey.

"AHAHAHA!! MIHIHISTRESS I'LL NEHEHEVER-"

"Tickle" More bony fingers emerged to explore Leo's own ribs as if trying to liberate them.

"AHAHAHA MEHEHERCY!! I'M LOHOHOSING MY MIND!"

"Oh, pretty thing don't worry. I'll never let that happen. Maybe to Surtr, that's okay but a mind is a terrible thing to waste so I'll make sure you are always aware and here. You'll know what's happening but those rebellious thoughts will be long gone." The flowers from the dungeon were produced and they enveloped Leo's balled fists. They pried open his hands and played tendrils along his palms and in between his fingers.

"GAAUHAHA GAHAHAWDS SAVE ME!"

"You see I call you a pet affectionately but you are more than that." More feathers emerged and stuffed themselves into Leo's face. Tormenting his neck, Teasing his ears and bullying his nose.

---

"You see I the Queen of the dead am looking, for...a King." She reached down and teased a finger up Leo's throbbing cock. Smiling as it released when she reached the tip.

"So what do you say?" The feather between Leo's legs was speeding up.

"Do you Leo-"

"GAHAHAHA!" Faster, faster, faster. Thighs, balls, knees. Thighs, balls, knees.

"Take this god of the dead."

"DODHOHON'T!" It was moving over each area so fast.

"To be had and held by.

"AHAHAHAW!" The fluffy buzzsaw was going wild.

"For eternity and forever."

"AHhahHAHAHHhahHAHHA!"

"For death will never take us."

"HAHAHAHAHPLEEEHEEAESE!"

"I was looking for a different answer. No matter I will ask again later. There is no time here in Hel."

"I'LL DIHIHIHIE!"

"There is no death here Second Prince. Only what I will."She sat upon Leo's lap and nuzzled her head into his neck. Waving off a few of the feathers assigned to it so as not to bother her.

"Your laughter is quite beautiful. So very soothing. Let me just rest my eyes for a year or two and then I'll ask again. second prince."

"NOHOHOO PLEEHEHEASE! I DOHOHOO! GAHAWDS MIHIHISTRESS I DOHOOHOO!"

Leo got no answer as his bride to be dozed peacefully. Enjoying the sleep of the dead.

---

Leo's eyes shot open and he sat up breathing heavily. The nightmare was still fresh in his mind. He rolled over on the bed and snuggled close to his cold wife. It still snuck back every once in a while. The funny story of how they'd met. It had been an ordeal but he supposed becoming King of the Dead would require sacrifices. He kissed her cheek and smiled at how her black lips curled up into a smile in her sleep. His eyes alighted upon the open door that he knew led back to Askr and what she'd assured him would have been the very moment before they'd met. He'd been trained well and thoroughly though so not once had the thought of it passed through his head. Draping a leg over his wife he adjusted the tight undies his wife had gifted him that read "TICKLEPET" along the bottom. He snuggled in and drifted off back to sleep atop her. He needed rest before she woke and they began their games for the day.

Today was toe counting day after all.

[featherboysemblem]

Fresh Squeezed Alm-ond Milk

He couldn't believe how wrong it had gone and so quickly. Alm had at one point led a mere resistance to conquer a country. They'd defeated a God, an Emperor and more without much trouble. Now he picked his way over this battlefield looking for any of his friends he could save. He winced at the sound of begging laughter and had to stop himself at the lip of a pit that blended in with the sand. He'd seen these before and after peering inside sure enough he could pick out a white-haired form at the bottom being driven out of his mind. Alm could only look away as the creature danced fingers all over Boey's bared chest while tentacles surreptiously removed the mages shoes. Sure enough he heard his friends laugh reach ear-splitting levels once they joined the games. Alm clenched his fist and promised he'd help Boey eventually though it couldn't be today.

--- Askr and his forces were in a rout and he needed his people pulling back not getting trapped themselves. A familiar pair of pink pigtails caught his eye trying to climb down into the pit carefully and he took off sprinting. He was able to seize Mae by the wrist in the very nick of time to pull her out before the pair of hands that erupted out of the sand was able to upset her footing. Instead it settled for ripping away her shoes and retreating back into the dirt.

"Alm we have to sav-"

"Mae leave. We can't help him right now without being here too long."

"ALM WE CAN'T LEAVE HIM! I WON'T LEAVE HI-"

"I AM YOUR KING MAE AS WELL AS BOTH OF YOUR FRIENDS! AS BOTH I ORDER YOU TO REALIZE THAT HE WOULDN'T WANT YOU CHAINED UP NEXT TO HIM! WE NEED TO LEAVE!"

"GEHEHET OUT OF THERE!! NOHOOHO DON'T TOHOHUCH THERE! HAHAHLLP! HAHAHALP ME!"

The sound of one of his childhood friends begging for help caught Alm's ear and seizing Mae hard by the wrist he dragged her away from the pit while covering her eyes so as not to see how the creature that dwelled there was taunting them by forcing Boey to inhale deeply of her freshly snatched shoes. They crossed a sand dune and found Kliff writhing the sand with shape moving beneath his robes. A puddle had formed in the sand beneath him and Alm could match it to the wet spot in his clothes easily.

--- He drew Falchion and stepped forward and grabbed at Kliff's robe to throw it up. He seized the goblin that was enraptured with his friend's cock by the leg and threw it to the ground before slicing it in half with his blade. The sound the little goblin made as it died brought the three others beneath his friend's robes surging out to leap at Alm. He managed to slice another clean in half in the air but the other two landed upon the young princes armor. One quickly dug it's way under his chest plate to wreak havoc while the other instead busied itself by darting behind him to mount his neck with it's maddeningly fuzzy legs. 

When he lifted his arms to try and knock it off the other invader sprang into his exposed armpits beneath his clothes and he quickly felt it's horrid teeth in the sensitive hollow. He held back his laughter and try to get it off of him but whenever he reached for it the one at his neck would nibble at his ear. He stumbled about as the two had their way with him until Mae and Kliff pulled the one on his neck and smothered it in the sand letting him pull the other one out of his clothes and throw it into the distance. He turned to his friends as he regained his breath and shrugged off the armor that the creature had broken.

--- "Have you seen any of the others, either of you?"

"Gray told me to come this way to get you Alm when those creatures ambushed me. I haven't seen him since."

"I have." Mae said solemnly. "Me and Boey saw him trussed up tight on the back of Laegjarn's wyvern. Celica's safe though and so is Faye. Me and Boey were going to look for Genny and Saber when he fell in there..."

"MAE!" Alm yelled making both of them jump. "We're going to save Boey AND Gray and everybody else I swear! We just need to get out of here for-"

"NOOOHOHOO GODS STAHAHAP!! PLEEEHEEASE!"

They all turned at the source of the sound and charged to help whoever needed them now. After crossing the dune they laid their eyes on the archer Leon being ravaged in a four against one. Two of Surtr's brainwashed Heroes had stolen his feet from under him and disrobed the size 12's to slobber all through his toes and strum his soles like instruments. The third of them held him in the dirt in a bearhug while busying himself by chewing upon the purple-haired man's ear. In contrast to the three being so rough the fourth one was being shockingly gentle. He held the fashionable archers hair back in a ponytail and was fitting something over his nose. The oddly proportioned man laughed as they grew nearer and Alm was able to pick out his words finally.

--- "Guh-huh! Well now how can you say your not a precious little piggy when not only do you taste so good but you look so good in that?" Alm readied Falchion as they grew closer and could see what THAT was. The stranger had fitted his friend with a crude leather pig snout over his own nose and was using the man's own hair to tease his slight nose beneath it. The short and stocky man drew Leon up into his arms as they approached and made to run.

"Well now lookie here! Piggly wiggly squealing brought us an audience! Sorry folks we're looking for volunteers more than spectators but you'll love show buisness! In fact you'll never stop smiling! Guh-huh! Get them my piggies!" The short greasepainted creature threw the gasping Leon over his shoulder and started up the dune before waving it's arms comically and taking an exaggerated tumble down the sand. It's allies leapt at Alm and his party. The two identical ones trying to stop him while the blonde one tackled Kliff to the ground. Alm's dance partners seized him under the arm each and drove him into the sand where they ripped open his shirt. They dragged their fingers along his ribs as the green-haired king grit his teeth and sputtered as the two taunted him.

--- "Oooh Lazlow look at the handsome volunteer we've gotten!"

"Why yes Inigo and he does seem ticklish doesn't he?"

"Ooh yes he is. Try his ribs Lazlow he can't stand it. Can you cutie?"

"Oooh yes Inigo he is such a darling but I'm enjoying these cute nipples of his too much to leave."

"Ooh he's quite the little fighter. Calm down darling have you ever thought about a career in show buisness? We can help you in the door."

At that last taunt Alm finally got loose. He shrugged off Inigo and threw Lazlow to the ground. As the older of the two tried to get to his feet Alm kicked the younger on top of him. He looked back to see that Mae had struck the clown with a lightning bolt spell and the creature now coughed exaggeratedly. A sticky and spent Kliff lay in the sand sans his pants. Alm searched for the one who'd defeated his friend when he was tackled from behind by none other than the boisterous swordsman who set to work at removing his boots.

---

"Like only the most Radiant of Dawn's Owain Dark will not be deterred on his quest to bring smiles to his friends faces! So let's get you smiling buddy! I bet these are suuuper ticklish! OH! My goodness, look at these! So little! How old are you that you have feet like this?!"

The struggling Alm froze for a second and was overcome with a blush. Growing up he'd been teased about his feet before but he'd always assumed they'd grow eventually with him. Now as a 5'7 young adult with feet still size 7 he'd dealt with teasing about it from not just his betrothed but his childhood friends as well. The hesitation allowed Owain to kick Falchion from his hand and into the sand where Alm lost track of it. In a rage at the loss of his weapon and the exposing of his dainty peds, Alm shoved the blonde off of him and drove an elbow into the side of his head to drive him to the ground. He spied his friend Kliff slowly waking up but also saw Lazlow and Inigo approaching the mage. In a split second he made the decision and tackled the pair from behind as they tumbled he made eye contact with Kliff for a split second and nodded.

His friend looked to Mae who cast another spell to finish the clown as she dragged Leon to safety. He turned back to his king and prepared himself to disobey him until he heard a whooping yell that made him go pale. He looked up to the lip of the sand dune to see a party of four green-haired men coming down towards them wielding nets and rope before turning back to his friend and motioning for him to run as Lazlow and Inigo got the best of him. With tears in his eyes Kliff turned and started up the dune behind Mae and Leon who kicked the fallen clown down behind them.

"By the Sacred Stones, the others are escaping!" Owain shouted as he finally noticed them getting away. "Let them go Owain, we've already got a prize to wrap up." Inigo said as he and Lazlow forced Alms hands behind his back and trapped them there by wrapping his powerful legs around the warriors body and pulling him close. Alm's hands opened and closed trying to get free but the only part of the newly turned clown's body he could reach was his firm and round bottom. Alms short nails pinched and scratched at the pillowy skin but only got moans and yips from the man who made sure to direct them right into his ear.

--- "Is that the best you can do? We'll have to train you to be a better tickler when we get you to the castle.

"Right after we train you to be the perfect ticklee right here!" Inigo chimed in as he swept into Alm's front. He frowned at the look of defiance on the young king's face before ripping away the front of his cloth tunic. "Let's chase these grumpies away. Tickle-tickle! C'mon give us a squeal Mr. Piggy!" His wiggling fingers slowly approached the desperate Alm's chest causing the hero to shrink away. Unfortunately, this only brought him into the free arms of Lazlow who used his free hands to seize him by the shoulders and hold him steady for his partner.

"Now, now my new gigglepig there's no need to run. Laughter is the best medicine and there's nobody more qualified to treat your acute case of Tickly Belly-itis than me and Inigo."

"Exactly Lazlow. Now c'mon piggy give us a smile." Inigo's fingers danced along the greenette's chest and tight stomach and twiddled along with his petite nipples as Lazlow pulled him tighter with his powerful legs. Alm's eyes were screwed shut with the effort of keeping his laughter bottled that he didn't notice the dancer turned clown reached behind him and slipped his own gorgeous size 14's from their strappy shoes before putting them before him. He placed them upon Alm's chest and put them to work. They nudged about at his trousers before they found their target and manipulated the growing bulge until it stood trapped between the pair of soft tormentors. Alm's eyes shot open at the feeling of the first pump and his laughter escaped through the unexpected moan that came out with it.

"There's a happy boy. You are very cute with a smile on your face you know. Lazlow he's so good looking with a smile on his face I do wish you could see!"

"Is he? Unfortunatley I'm busy keeping it there but the life of a performer is a thankless one Inigo." Lazlow's fingers found their way into Alm's armpits and the trapped man's voice shot up another notch.

"Inigo my dear could you try and keep up? I seem to be doing all the work here in keeping our captive audience smiling."

"Oh Lazlow. Smoke is still coming off Dandelion and your already giving orders. Very well allow me to give it my all." His thin fingers twiddled and played with the king's nipples while he peppered his ears with nibbles, licks and kisses until the man released an extremely undignified moan that cut through his boyish giggles.

"There now Lazlow do you think I'm contributing more now?"

"Oh Inigo it isn't a challenge."

"Why not though Lazlow? Let us make this a contest to see who's better. The loser will be punished in the usual way."

"Oh Inigo you do know how to get me roused up. So what do you say Gigglepig? Who tickles more?" Alm's face was red as a cherry at this point from being ravaged with involuntary giggles but when he suddenly erupted into raucous laughter in Lazlow's grip they both looked confusedly at each other before following the wet smacking sounds to find Owain slurping,sucking and snacking upon Alm's little toes. He smiled goofily at the two before finally releasing his snack. He looked at the wet little digits fondly before grinning at his fellow performers.

"This Conquest means that later I get you two at my mercy doesn't it? Or would you deny the lovable Owain Dark his Birthright simlpy due to our shared Genealogy?"

"M-my fri-friends...did they...." Alm asked through ragged breaths during the break he'd been given.

"They got away yes. Well except the one we're going to pull out of Sadeth's pit in a hour or so" A boisterous voice rang out.

--- The four Ephraim's wasted no time in diving into the scene. Two of them pulled Lazlow and Inigo off of their fellow greenette and wrapped Alm between them. One of them bound his wrists before him with while the other did the same to his ankles. One of the other hunters dove atop the twins and in seconds had wrestled them onto their bellies and trapped one of each of their feet together in the same headlock. Stripping off Inigo's dancers shoes his teeth descended upon their toes and the pairs pleas turned into frantic laughter quickly. The final Ephraim helped Owain to his feet and addressed him primly.

"Fine work on catching this one. King Surtr will be pleased. Where is the clown?"

"Ahh about that. He was slain despite the combined effort of our Three Houses." "Unfortunate to hear."

"Yes I suppose. Between you and me I think Dandelion was wearing out his welcome. He was coasting and neglecting to come up with any new material. Personally, I think their's nobody better than Owain Dark to lead this act on a Path of Radiance."

"If you say so. Any idea what happened to the others from his group?"

"They're the ones who slew poor Dandelion may he rest in peace. They took off over that dune. Any luck with your hunting if I may ask?"

The two shoved the bound Alm onto his back in the sand and took up positions to cuddle into either side of the shorter man and scratch along his ribs.

"Us personally? Besides the one in the pit no. Princess Laegjarn took a prize though which brings us to three new toys counting this morsel."

"Wonderful! Stupendous! Really good! Do you think Surtr would mind if we took this one for our act then? We are down a man."

"No. We were specifically looking for this one to add new meat to our hunting party."

"Doesn't seem fair. You already have four and we're only three. Are you going to just keep taking until you get to 776?"

"We're the most valuable unit and King Surtr's favorite."

"By my Holy Blood, I'd say both those are debatable. How could the most valuable unit come back with no prizes when a simple troupe of clowns caught one. How goes the hunt for Prince Lyon hmmm? Have any luck with that yet? I'm glad I could be here for your Awakening but we're the new stars around here and it's your Fates to get used to it."

The Ephraim atop Lazlow and Inigo got a bit too cocky and let his foot get in Lazlow's grip. He was quickly thrown off the two and re-pinned under them with the two sitting atop his chest and trapping his cock between their big soft feet for the footjob style that King Surtr preferred.

--- "You tell funny jokes clown. I and my other selves saw those others run when they saw us. If it weren't for us you wouldn't have any catches. I've always been the competitive type so how about a competition? Winner's get credit for King Surtr for the new meat and get to keep him for their respective group."

"The Mystery of the Emblem here is why we would agree to this? We already caught him and are just waiting for the pit creature to spit up the other one to take him with us as well back to the convoy."

"Win and you can personally be the ones to punish us when we return to Surtr empty-handed. Lose and we'll do the same."

"Oooh by the Shadow Dragon now that's a deal! We are outnumbered though so will one one you be sitting out?"

"No need. Simply use the new meat as your fourth. Regular elimination then? Spill and your out?"

"C'mon Prince Ephraim lets make it more interesting! You must beat your opponent without touching their organ! How's that? No pickle tickling so you've gotta do it entirely through sensation!" "Oh so you want a workout then? Very well clown I agree to your terms!"

"Wonderful! By the 12 Crusaders, we'll have such fun! You all heard and understand yes?"

"Soohohundds like FUHUHUN yes!" Said the Ephraim trapped between Lazlow and Inigo.

"Now hoHOHOHLd on! I want NOOOHOO part of this! Just LEHEHEEHEET me go!" Alm begged as the two Ephraim's twirled their fingers in the light green fuzz of his armpits.

"Your objections are noted but discarded. Come on, What kind of lucky fellow gets to pick his friends? You've truly got the devil's own luck. Everybody break and face up!"

--- Alm was released with a kiss on the cheek   as the two Prince's of Renais went to help their third version to his feet. They dusted him off and teased him about the sticky mess he'd made on his chest. Eventually the four Ephraim's stood shoulder to shoulder before the clowns and the unwilling Alm who noticed three of the four wiggling their fingers at him and licking their lips. The one who led them went over the rules once more.

"Alright no touching of each others fruit. The objective is to make your victim spill entirely through sensation. When you pop you are out and are to go sit on the sidelines. Beyond that anything and everything is allowed. The winner is to receive the hamdsome young new meat."

"Yes and by the War of Shadows that will be us! When we win he'll join our performing troupe! You understand yes right my giggly piglet?" Owain whispered the last part as he freed the heroes ankles and wrists. Alm looked from side to side at his new "teammates" wondering how fast they'd be when he bolted for freedom while they did this inanity. He pitied these men and the ridiculous evil had Surtr comitted to them but he knew he could do nothing for them now. "Yes I understand." He lied, vowing to help them eventually once he'd escaped.

"Very well!" The lead Ephraim yelled as all the participants sized each other up.

"On the count of three! One! Two!"

Alm failed to notice Owain and Inigo sidling closer to him until they had already both seized him. "THREE!"

The Ylisseans threw their unwilling teammate directly at their opposition who took formation and graciously took the gift.

--- Three sets of hands took him and pinned him to the ground amd Alm swallowed hard at the expressions on the three identical faces that stared down at him. Left alone by his teammates all taking in the tastiest morsel, The Leader of the pack was all alone and distracted by his fellows ridiculous mistake. It was a simple matter for Lazlow to take him to the ground and as the two writhed there they were quickly joined by Inigo who helped his older self slip a cord around their victims thumbs to bind them together and Owain who forced his arms above his head exposing his smooth and delicious armpits to his dancing friends.

"We've been working on this trick for awhile and had planned to debut it for Lord Surtr's eyes first but the chance to knock you off your pedestal is too good. INIGO! LAZLOW! YOUR SWORDS!"

With but the simplest flicks of their wrists along the dancers belts they sprung forth their erect yet still delicate seeming cocks and placed them on either side of the captives defenseless hollows.

"By both, my Binding and Blazing Blades take this! Our Triangle Attack!"

Inigo and Lazlow placed their stiff cocks into the man's armpits and began to drag the organs about leaving behind faint trails of precum on the sensitive skin. At the very second of contact it was as if Ephraim had been shocked. The feeling of those penises moving about in his armpits though was too much and as he kicked his legs and screamed for help from his other selves all he thought of was his own rock hard little fellow.

--- Ephraim's pleas for help went unheard though as the other three were far too distracted by their meal. They'd pinned the young Alm down by his arms and legs and as he kicked and begged three sets of mouths rotated taking in big breaths, puckering their lips and blowing big sloppy raspberries on the heroic belly they had there. They coordinated in a way that allowed them to keep a pefect rotation so that their charges belly never went unmolested and in less than a minute Alm's was reaching a red-hot flush due to lack of air. The frenzy with which they acted drowned out the begging of their teammate as the trio were ravaging their charge in pefect concerto and not noticing how one of Alm's hands had closed around his Falchion beneath the sand.

His captors were more concerned with making a perfect swirling of red raspberry marks over Alm's stomach as they moved in on his tasty little navel. The Ephraim under their cares, whole body was red-hot as he gave up on trying to call for help and instead bottled up the laughter in a last act of defiance. Inigo and Lazlow made shapes and traced their fingers along his forearms as his cheeks swelled with the effort of keeping it down. Owain pressed his fingers to the struggling princes cheeks and pinched until he finally burst.

--- "BAHAHAHA DAHAHASTARDDS!! YOU WIHIHILL NEVER WIHIHIN! AHAHAHA I AHAHAM A HAND PIHIHICKED GENERAL OF SUHUHURTR!!!"

"Brought low by us mere clowns. Isn't that a strange thing. Oh and your laughing so hard you're turning redder than a tomato now. I bet your little friend down there is loving this. Let the little guy breath! I bet he wants to join the show so bad..."

Ephraim's eyes were rolled into his head but when Owain leaned down and blew a stream of hot air at the redhead of his cock that was enough. With a roar he popped with enough force that Owain fell back to avoid getting it in his eyes. Still now all four were smiling equally as the spent hunter was peppered with gentle kisses from his entertainers before being left in the sand utterly spent.

Finally at the feeling of one of the Ephraim's slipping his tongue in during a raspberry on his navel, Alm made his move. With all his strength he got his arm free and swung Falchion at his captors who scattered before the weapon. He got to his feet and held the three at bay while looking for the best escape route until help arrived from the most unexpected source. The clowns attacked the Ephraim's from behind with Lazlow and Owain managing to take down their targets. Inigo however, was sidestepped by his dance partner who easily guided him to crash into Alm who lost his grip on Falchion once again. He struggled beneath the dancer to disentangle himself from him while the Ephraim laughed. Finally after freeing himself from the man Alm's wrists were seized and dragged above his head. He was dragged on his back away from the melee by Ephraim who then pinned his wrists into the sand by kneeling atop them.

--- His fingers wiggled above the trapped Alm who swallowed hard. Meanwhile two very different things were happening with the ambush. Inigo had rushed back to help his twin in the subduing of his Ephraim and allowing their combined strength to roll him upon his belly and sit upon the backs of his knees to give them free rein over his feet. Owain though was being overpowered by his victim and soon found himself forced into the dirt. He felt hot air blow across his rear and flushed red as his dancers belt was tossed away.

"Wa-wait now friend let's be reasonAHAHHAHABLEE!!" Fingers danced across the swordsman tight rear as his pleas turned to babbles.

"BY NIDHOGG'S BOHOHOWSTRING IT TIHIHICKLES!!! STAHAP!"

"You know I think your easier to understand when you beg than when you babble. I can see why King Surtr picked you as you do make an entertaining clown." Ephraim's nails dragged down Owain's thighs before coming right back up his bubble butt and into his lower back. The blonde twisted and thrashed but every time he got too wild for Ephraim's liking a hard spank across his pillowy peaks calmed him back down and elicited a defeated whimper. Soon he resigned himself to just pounding on the sand as Ephraim's fingers decimated his buttocks.

"IDUNN'S SCRAMBLED EHEHEEGGS STAHAHAP!!"

"Back to nonsense? Guess I'll have to tickle some sense out of this clown. Gitchie-gitchie!" Ephraim slapped both cheeks playfully then danced his fingers over them while they still jiggled. When they settled again, another slap to begin it all again while Owain squealed something about the Rainbow Sage preserving him.

--- Inigo and Lazlow were too engrossed in their game to notice their freinds plight. They'd each produced quills and after a breif yet heated argument about who should get to finish Ephraim off, they had decided to settle it with an old favorite game of theirs.

"B5 Inigo."

"You missed Lazlow. Looks like my vessel is safe."

"Drat, let me just cross out the spot."

"Ah, ah, ah aren't you forgetting something Lazlow."

"Oh fine Inigo I'll ring the bell."

The larger of the two seized Ephraim's index toe and wiggled it all about between pinched fingers. The two placed their hands to their ears and adopted looks of confusion before looking back at the victim who was spoiling their fun. Ephraim had bitten into his knuckle and was using it to try and hold his laughter back as his free hand flailed in the sand at the sensation of the quill points across his soles and how frequently they'd "rung" his ticklish toes.

"Ah-hem old chap your supposed to laugh here."

"Ah but because he didn't you're in trouble now Lazlow."

"I'm sure our friend needs a minute and then he'll sound the bell. Please Inigo not the-"

"Sorry Lazlow but yes. The Hurricane is here! Right off the heel of the peninsula!"

--- Inigo took his quill and with great relish drew a giant spiral hard into the hunter's heel until finally-

"BAHAHAHA! PLEEHEESE! RING RING RIHIHING DAMN RIHIHNG!"

"See Lazlow? Mother nature is the greatest equalizer."

"Quite right Inigo. Gods bless Dandelion for teaching us this fun game to play with our friends."

"Why yes Lazlow I do so love this game of  Battleships and I think our friend Ephraim is fond of it too. Aren't you our captive audience?"

"Daahamn you!"

"Ooh. Now that's not what we wanted. How about a nice breeze through the trees to chase those grumpies away?"

As Lazlow sawed his quill's plume through Ephraim's wiggling toes and he quickly changed his tone to proclaiming his love for the game the sound took over the desert.

--- Alm heard the hunter's pleas and felt a pang of pity for a minute. The feeling of his Ephraim's fingers back to swirling his nipples though drove away the kings sympathetic pangs though. He laughed just as hard as the other two as the youngest of the Ephraim's played with his nipples. Unlike the others he didn't beg but this was simply due to how scrambled he was at the feeling. Before Surtr's curse had ravaged Askr and made the order so unbearably ticklish Alm had been quite susceptible to the tactic already. In fact as a child in Ram Village he and his all of his friends would quite frequently engage in large scale tickle fights with each other. Alm had never fared quite well. 

Sure he could take out Kliff and if he could get his hands on the speedy Tobin he was a goner as well but Gray could take him with one hand and Faye would usually snap him up at the slightest chance. Celica was better at it than him as well and alot of their games would turn into her and Faye tickling each other over who would get him! Alm's worst spot though would rarely get touched by his friends though due to an unspoken agreement between his friends about the one time they'd forced the boy to tears. Since the curse had gotten him Alm had feared what would happen if somebody found it but thankfully nobody had thought about checking there. It wasn't exactly a common spot to be ticklish.

--- "Well now these little royal jewels need a break I'd say and we've been over your belly. Hmmmm where else can we play? How about these sides?"

Ephraim's fingers went up and down Alm's sides like he was scratching an itch. Digging his nails in dangerously close to his knees before combing them up all they way until they got lost in the sparse green hairs of the armpits where they'd finish with a little twirl of pride. Alm's skinny legs kicked and pounded in the samd in desperation but Ephraim showed him no mercy and was enjoying the expression on the panicked princes face far too much to stop.

"BY THE FELL DRAGON'S WICKED FANGS STAHAHAP PLEASE! BAHAHAHA!"

"See I'm not gonna stop tickling these gorgeous globes until you talk normally clown. Until you do I'm just gonna keep honking these. Honk, honk.

With a pair of sharp squeezes of his prey's perky cheeks Ephraim enjoyed went back to his work and swirled his fingers around his victims pink opening. With a light poke he made the blonde shriek and surrender.

"YOHOHOU WIN! I GIVE! STAHAHAP! BY-"

"Ah, ah, ah."

The finger sneaking in deeper made Owain stop his bit short and hang his head earning him a soft pat on his bright red ass.

"Good boy."

--- He was easily rolled over onto his back by Ephraim and with just a pinched nipple erupted.

"CRIHIHTICAL!!" He yelled before falling back in a sticky mess gasping for air.

Ephraim smiled wickedly at the first genuine laugh the clown had given him before turning and looking over the battlefield. One of his brothers was down he knew that and another was handling the new meat with ease. He supposed the remaining one was probably getting double teamed by the more attractive members of this troupe of fools. He looked about for them but could only see his fallen brother gasping in the sand covered in pen marks. Where were the others? Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lazlow tackle his comrade off Alm and restrain him. It clicked that he'd been duped about a second after Inigo after slipped a rope around his wrist pulled it behind him and bound his hands together.

Alm got his breath and still giggled abit at the phantom sensations in his pits before looking at the Ephraim struggling with Lazlow. His recent captor was being held to the ground by his former captor with the recent only managing to stay free by occasionally goosing the ribs of the former to keep him from locking his arms around him.

--- For a second Alm considered helping him out of pity. Than a strange desire for vengeance took him over and the naked lord ran over to seize Ephraim's wrists and hold them in his lap for Lazlow to lock him up. He stuck his tongue out at the now fuming Prince of Renais and wiggled his fingers before him to let him know that he wasn't getting let off easy. Something in the back of his mind was screaming for him to run but he ignored it and instead knelt down to dig his fingers into Ephraim's tasty hips. Alm enjoyed the way that Lazlow backed him up with a vicious tongue right into Ephraim's left ear to keep him nice and relaxed at the smaller man's attack. Alm was getting drawn in closer and closer unconsciously by a fascination with Ephraim's lips. They looked so soft and crushable with the way they contrasted on his red cheeks. Alm wondered what they would taste like.

"What are you doing?!" His own voice echoed in his head. "You could be home free! Run! Run for your life! THEY WON'T LET YOU GO!,” the voice screamed but Alm's body instead crushed his lips against Ephraim's and forced his tongue between them. The Prince of Renais was unsteady for but a second but he was more used to these urges from being under the spells of Loki for longer, even under the duress of torture like this he linked his legs behind the Hero to keep him trapped for when he snapped out of this.

--- Alm did just that a second later and wondered what he'd been thinking as he pulled away from Ephraim leaving a trail of saliva. The hunter though immediately brought Alm closer and clamped his lips onto Alm's slender neck. He nibbled on the sensitive neck and loved the way his fellow greenette squealed cutely at the sensation and writhed. With one arm Lazlow held the hunter still and with the other reached around to goose his belly and tweak his thighs.

"AHAHA! COWARD! OHONE ON OHOHNE!" He protested as Alm wormed free of his bite-y bear hug and trapped the man's ankles with his thigh.

"No, no handsome. No rules remember? Besides the little fellow was just double teamed by you a minute ago no? Let's give him some payback." Alm wiggled his fingers before the trapped feet with a wicked grin as Ephraim grimaced at what was to come.

--- Things weren't going well at all for Inigo on the flipside. The younger of the twin heroes turned performers had stolen behind his quarry and bound Ephraim's wrists tight. With that done the former had gotten cocky and attempted to taunt his prey by jumping onto his back and trying to ride him into the ground. What Inigo hadn't realized though was that he had picked the most experienced of the Ephraim's and used to the weight of heavy armor and the legendary axe Garm the weight of the sprightly dancer was nothing. Realizing something had gone wrong Inigo squirmed and tried to disembark from his perch upon Ephraim's back but found that Ephraim's bound hands had seized his ankle. With a twist showing off the power contained in his delicious abdomen Ephraim pulled Inigo from his back by the ankle and slammed him to the ground by it.

--- Inigo had the wind knocked from him and in seconds was pinned by the frame of Ephraim who threw himself atop the svelte-r man. Despite their talent for battle each of the Ephraim's had been im Surtr's grip for a good portion of time and had been trained to please their king who dwarfed them in size. Using his strength like this wasn't something that Ephraim had gotten to do in a while as he had instead been trained to please with his mouth. Nipping at the light baby fat upon the performer's chest Ephraim smiled at the feeling of the man turning to jelly beneath him and dragging his tongue up towards those cute pink nipples he saw peeking from beneath the dancers vest. Inigo's fingers clutched at the sand and dug in as the man took his nubs them into his mouth before his moans turned to hysteria at the sudden reversal of his attention from tender to ticklish.

Alm and Lazlow though had their fortunes only turn better as they'd taken Ephraim and spread him across both of their laps with Lazlow holding his wrists and Alm his ankles. Under the ten wiggling fingers between them Ephraim had passed into the realm of nonsensical babbling for his ticklish begging. Alm teased and swirled inside his navel as he let out high pitched yipes. Lazlow combed his fingers along through his hairless armpits as his belly shook with deep laughter.

--- "EHEHEE!! NOHOOO!" he shrieked.

Alm, not to be outdone by his newly found rival goosed Ephraim's hipbones and smiled brightly at Lazlow when the prince squealed like a pig at the treatment. Lazlow smiled back and took both of Ephraim's between his fingers and twiddled them about to make the man thrash.

"GAUHAHAHA! I CAHAHAN'T- I CAN'T TAKE IHIHIT!" he screamed.

Alm looked on with the intent to learn and dug his fingers into Ephraim's sides HARD. Lazlow nodded at the simple yet effective tactic before gesturing for his new student to watch. With a flourish, he placed his lips to Ephraim's chest and took a deep breath before blowing out a big sloppy raspberry.

"NOOHOHO! NOHOOHOO MORE! NOHOHO MORE! I CAHAHAN'T STAND ANEHEENEEHEYMORE!" Ephraim babbled as he was quickly approaching his limit.

Another sloppy raspberry followed it though and then another and then the young Alm joined in thinking that maybe if he tickled Ephraim harder it would help get rid of this feeling he was forgetting something.

Inigo had been destroyed, using only his talented mouth Ephraim had gotten Inigo's body so hot and flustered that now the unbound one of the pair begged the restrained one for mercy. The feeling of Ephraim's teeth geeently sliding his nipples about had driven the dancer out of his mind. He'd completely forgotten the intent of this game and now his whole body ached for more of the hunter's touch as a strange fog settled over his already washed and rinsed mind. When an order for him to release Ephraim's hands was barked at him, the dancer tripped over his feet to comply and bit at the knot in hopes to be faster forgetting their game completely.

--- Once freed Ephraim ruffled the clown's hair and grinned at the way the man seemed to dissolve at the touch. He seated himself in the sand and pointed at his lap.

"Give me your feet clown. I'm going to show you how to really get some laughs." The size 14's were hastily presented and as Ephraim slowly dragged a finger up the flesh he beamed at the twitching organ on display in Inigo's lap. Forcing his thumbs in he splayed the long toes out in reflex before knotting his fingers in among the sensitive digits. Inigo wrapped his arms around his sides and panted as Ephraim slowly began counting each of those toesies pretending to lose his place and then starting again simply to frustrate his quarry. Inigo couldn't contain himself and as the Princely Hunter removed his own cock, the dancer found himself already leaking.

--- "My goodness." Ephraim said noticing the puddle forming in the sand beneath the man. "You've barely even been touched. I can see why King Surtr enjoys your shows." Ephraim placed his erect cock into the dancers warm heel and dragged it up the soft foot watching those delightful toes wiggle all the way. Inigo's moan as he came just about caused Ephraim's own package to deliver but the tealette seized his shaft and forced himself to calm down  by looking away from the messy dancer who now writhed in the sand. He scanned the top of the dunes and saw an outline of purple and gold that he'd suspected he might see. Loki blew a kiss towards the valiant warrior who's side she'd chosen to support as her staff Thokk thrummed with mind-scrambling magic. He ruffled the hair of the sweaty mess that had previously been his opponent as he ran off to help his last teammate.

The most dashing of the Ephraim's though was anything but that at the moment as Loki had scrambled his mind right along with Alm's on a whim. Now the formerly gallant hero lay naked in the sand upon his back with the gargantuan size 14's and petite size 7's of Lazlow and Alm respectively placed upon his face. He grunted and moaned as his tongue ravaged and roamed upon the bottoms of the soft, squishy and warm soles that covered his face while his hand betrayed him and stroked the length of his cock at a frantic pace. 

The smaller of his two opponents giggled and squeaked at any attention whatsoever paid to his tiny peds causing the larger to draw him into a gentle hug and hush his yips and groans. Lazlow was much more used to this due to long-time training with the Muspellian Royals and his former teacher Dandelion who'd shown him just how good this situation could feel. If anything Lazlow was getting impatient for Ephraim to start biting like his lord Surtr would normally. Ephraim though was content where he was and froze up for a second as he made rope all along his chest and even splashed a bit up onto Alm's feet.

--- Alm jumped at the sensation of the hot sticky liquid surprising him and basically ended up blushing in Lazlow's arms. Lazlow thought to himself about how unfairly cute the boy who'd conquered a continent in his arms was and wondered how his descendant could have possibly been the old mountain in red he'd faced back in Valm with Chrom. Loki up on the dune looked upon the sickeningly sweet scene and frowned. If she'd wanted these two to be happy she'd have helped them get away. In the interest of chaos she snapped her fingers and chuckled as light of Thokk faded away and the clouds in the green eyes of Alm faded away. The short hero looked about at where he was and slowly recalled the events that had played out and the things he'd just done that he would never normally do.

He spared a glance down at the ruined Ephraim panting in the sand and how his sweaty skin seemed to twinkle in the sun. His musings on other mens light refracting capabilities was interrupted by Lazlow slipping a finger into his navel and twirling it about causing him to burst into thrashing hysterics in the mans arms.

"EHEHEHE HAHAW WHAHAT?! GEHEHET OUT OF THEHERE! WHAT'S HAHAHAPPENING?"

"Oh look at the cute little conqueror. Playing dumb after a successful first show in hopes of fishing for praise? Your just lucky your so cute already or I'd tickle your brains out for trying to be cute. Like this! PPPBBTT!!" A big raspberry got Alm laughing good and loud.

"NOHOHO! I-I-I DIDN'T! THAT WAHAHAHASN'T ME!"

Lazlow snuck an arm down under Alm's kicking legs and hoisted him up suddenly into a bridal style new level of humiliation. The giggling greenette squirmed around but couldn't get any strength to break free as Lazlow pacified him with a big raspberry.

"PPBBTTPPTT!! Oh yes that wasn't you I'm sure. It was this snuggly little sadist in my arms with the cummy toes who looks just like you. This is the culprit with the tickly tummy I've got here red-faced and red-handed."

"NOOHOO MY HEHEEHAD! SOMEBODY TRIHIHCKED ME! THAT WAHAHA-WAHAHASN'T-"

Lazlow stood up and began swishing around with the squirmy Alm in his arms as if the thrashing man was a dance partner. He lightly stepped upon the hot sands dipping his giggling partner and twirling upon his toes, dipping in that navel to keep his new friend squealing and pinching at his hips.

"Oooh you say that but I don't see you saying stop. No you're just giggling away with a smile on your face. I think you love this. I think you've never been happier than when your gasping for air with that nicely muscled chest of yours just bursting with giggly good-times."

"THAT'S NAHAHAHAT-BAHAHA!! YOUR LYIHIHIHI-HAWHAWHAW!!! IT'S CAHAHAUS-HOHOHAHA! NOOHOHOO FAIR! YOU WOHOHON'T-STAHAHAHAP!! MEHEHERECY!"

Every time Alm attempted to protest the invader in his navel would return and dissolve his words into incomprehensible laughter. The inside of his poor widdle belly button was scratched, swirled pinched, prodded and a few other things that he was laughing far too hard to describe but it was still nothing compared to his worst spot which Inigo accidentally brushed with his thumb during a dip during his waltz with his partner.

--- "GAHAGHHAHAHA!! BAHAHAHA!! NONONONOOHOO!"

Alm went wild and finally got free from the man only to end up face down in the sand. Lazlow looked incredulously on at his thumb then at those little knees that had gotten such a big reaction from his dance partner.

"Well now what a discovery this is. Does my little friend here have tickly knees?"

"NOOO! STAY BACK! DO-DON'T TOUCH THOSE!"

With a burst of energy Alm took off running at a last-ditch effort for freedom. He scaled the dune with Lazlow hot on his heels only to be seized right at the top by Ephraim and thrown onto the ground before him and mounted. The prince dug his fingers into the shorter princes ribs as Lazlow crested the dune behind them.

"A two on one then? Very well I'm prepared." Ephraim said as he released the gasping Alm.

"Yes, it is but not the way you think."

Lazlow dove and seized the ankle of one of Alm's skinny legs and raised it into the air as he took his cock in his hand.

"My not so cooperative friend has decided the game is off and that he'd like to leave. Thankfully though he also showed me just how ticklish these little knees of his are." He jammed his leaking cock into the soft flesh on the other side of Alm's knee and began painting the tender skin with sticky pre-cum.

"NAAHAHAHAHAGGHA!! GEHEHET OUT OF THERE! NOOHOOHO STAHAHAP!! PLEEHEESE! STAHAHAP!"

"Oh my that is a sweet spot, isn't it? So allies once more? Very well. How about that other knee?"

"NOOOHOO I BEHEHEG YOOHOUU! YOHOHOU WIIHIHIN! DOHOHON'T!!" Ephraim took the other ankle and drove in right alongside Lazlow.

"GAHAHAHNOOOHOHOO! YOHOHOU WIHIHIN! STAHAHAP PLEEEASE! NOHOOHO MORE! NAHAHAT MY KNEEEHEHEES!"

--- The two continued their violation of the shrieking Alm as the statuesque tactician of Muspel stepped carefully over the sands to come upon the scene. She smiled smugly at the red-faced and sniveling Alm who grabbed her by the calve and tried to plead.

"PLEEHEEASEE!! MAHAHAHKE THEM STAHAHAP! MEHEHRCYY! PLEEEHEESEE I CAHAHAN'T TAHAHAKE ANYMORE!"

"Ohhh poor baby. You're just so delightfully ticklish. This must be so horrible for you."

"YEHEHEES!! IT IHIHIS! PLEEASE! MAHAHAKE THEM STAHAHAP! I'LL DOHOHO AHNHNYTHIHI-GAUHAHA!" With a throat burning groan Prince Alm painted his chest white as his eyes rolled back into his head.

"Well now that doesn't look like you hate it at all. Could you have lied to me? Give him a break darlings." Lazlow and Ephraim paused for a minute breathing heavily as Loki knelt down and pinched his tear-stained cheek.

"I'd love to help you, sweetie, I would. I love tickling handsome boys like you though and if you hate tickling so much I don't think I or King Surtr have much use for you. I'm afraid I'd have to leave you here with the boys."

"NOO! PLEASE!"

"Have your fun." With that the dancer and hunter resumed their art class upon Alm's knee and plunged him back into a ticklish hell.

"NAHAHA!! LOHOHKI PLEEEHEESE!"

"Lady Loki."

"LAHAHAHADY!"

"Oh close. Try again."

"LAHAHAHADY LOHOHKI! PLEASE! I-I-I LOHOHOVE TICKLING! NOHOHOW SAVE ME! MAHAHAHKE THEM STAHAHAP!"

"Oh you do? That's wonderful. I don't have any needs for rebellious children though."

"Guhhh. S-sorry my lady." White leaked down Alm's calf as Ephraim ejaculated.

"Oh don't worry my dear you have needs as well. Tell you what my handsome boy. I have some delightful dust here that I belive that you know the purpose of. Put that on and I'll tell the boys to stop. Do we have a deal?"

"YEHEHES! YEHEHES!! PLEEHEHEEASE WHAHTEVER YOU WAHAHAHNT!"

"Wonderful. Boys?"

--- Lazlow and Ephraim stopped and released Alm's legs. When he tried to curl up though they stopped him and manhandled him up into a sitting position before Loki who also stooped down to sit down before the captive. She placed a pouch the same color as her dress on Alm's bare and sticky lap.

"My lady Loki have you seen these feet of his?" Lazlow asked proffering Alm's ankle as the sniffling greenette opened the bag and spread the powder over his face.

"What dear? Oh my goodness! Those are precious! They're so little! Oh I could play with these for days!" ti Alm's sniffles were replaced with snickers as Loki traced a finger along his petite size 7 and played with the tiny little toes as the hero squealed from both that and grabby hands of Ephraim and Lazlow who had taken their ladies cue and resumed their play time.

"Well now this has been a great arrangement for all involved. Alm-ykins here has a nice bed to share with King Surtr and we all get him to play with. Now there's just the matter of getting him to sleep. I've got a great idea about that. Let's give him the same treatment as all of the losers of your fun game today. Let me just get my staff and cast the spell."

With a snap of her fingers light filled Alm's vision and when he looked around Loki was gone though he was still in the hands of the two tickle-crazed slaves. He looked around at the sheer sand dunes around them that made it seem as if he trapped in a bowl when they heard a noise. The three looked at what seemed to be strange plants sprouting in the sand and drew closer to investigate.

"A-Alm? D-Did you come to save me?"

Alm went pale at the sight of Boey's white-haired head sprouting from where it was buried in the sand surrounded by the similarly trapped heads of Inigo, Owain and the other Ephraim's. He suddenly felt strong coils tighten around his ankles and swallowed at the feeling of strong hands on his shoulders and the out of control laughter of his two former captors. "Well hello there human. My name is Sadeth! Welcome to my lair! Are you perhaps the ticklish?"

[featherboysemblem]

Roderick’s Steadily Worsening Situation

Roderick stood there with the sheets in his arms and thought of running. He shifted from one cloth shoed foot to foot and thought of how easy it would be to outpace this old man as he added more clothes to the pile in his arms. The woods were right there and he could maybe lose anybody who followed him in there as the village hunters were out at the moment. He spotted something out between the trees and his heart sank as he recognized it as one of the big furry beasts that served his jailor. He thought that maybe he might be able to take on one of the creatures but hesitated at the thought of how they were never alone. Sure enough, he saw another two come along and breathed a sigh of relief at what could have been a big mistake on his part.A heavy cane caught him on the back of his calf with enough force to leave him on his back with the laundry still piled atop him. He struggled under the pile before he felt a stiff finger poke right through the thin cloth shoes he wore as a servant and squeaked.

"Hmmph now what kind of noise is that for a man to make? Even if you are just a slave. You call yourself a hero?" Roderick suddenly felt a great weight thrown atop the sheets over his chest and had the wind-driven out of him. He strained his neck to see the large rock that had been thrown atop him with the face of old man Grenzwald leering at it. "Ple-please I can't move." "Did you think I couldn't see you looking off and thinking if you could outrun me? Probably would have taken off like a shot if the watch hadn't been out there hmm?" "Please! I-I wouldn't dre-dream of running away!" "Oh, your lying and it's obvious!" "I wasn't g-going to run! Pl-Please sir!" "You weren't were you? Well, then you shouldn't have any problem keeping up with that story." The old bastard wobbled over and knelt down by Roderick's head. He pulled Roderick's head into his lap and wagged a finger in his face as he lectured him. "Well now let's see if you can stand up to interrogation about it."

The man reached up and pulled a feather pin out from his long hair and twirled it about. He brought the plume down and lightly drew it across the bridge of Roddy's nose smiling at the look of consternation it made on the handsome lads countenance. "Ah well. You're no Hero. A Hero would never dirty an old man's sheets and then run away, would they? That's very naughty." The tips of the feather and Roderick's nose met and the old bat twirled the plume to attack the underside of the knight's nose. He didn't say a word to him because all of his concentration was focused on the wicked feather and how it was...it was...making him...oh gods...here it comes! Roderick felt like he was going to sneeze so hard his head would explode but that fuzzy feather kept dancing along his nose and preventing it. "Ahheehe pleheease stop! Ahh, gahahds! Juhuhust stop!" "Stop? Why? Would you have stopped as you were running away from me? Hmm?" "I-I-I AAHHCHOO!" The old man pulled the feather away just in time for Roddy's powerful sneeze but before he could even breath in after that the feather was practically up his nose again. "Bad boy's get tickle, tickle, tickles! Not even an excuse me? What should I expect when you were about to run away?" Roderick's nose still tingled from the sneeze and seemed to be even more sensitive now because of it. "Bahaha pleeheese master! I sw-swehehar I wasn't gohohoing to ruhuhun!" "I don't like boys who lie to their elder's. No matter how nice their muscles are. Just admit it already. I'll tick-tick-tickle this nosie wosie till you do." "Master plehehehHEH-AAHHHCHOO!" "Oooh, baby had another sneeze. Just admit that you were going to run away and I'll let you up. I won't be too cruel when I punish you. So just admit to me that you were trying to run. Otherwise...cootchie cootchie coo!" "I-I-I-WAHAHSN'T TRYING TO-TO-TO AAHCHOO! AHCHOO! AHCHOOO! FIHIHINE! FIHINE! BLAHAHST YOU! I WAS GOING TO RUN!" "That's a good boy. Admitting you were bad like that took some courage. I'll let it go and tonight you'll sleep in my bed and we'll fill your tummy up with porridge." "Ple-please master I apologize but I'd rath-" "Or you could simply go straight to Captain Hram with an empty tum and be tickled through the night." "F-fine Master." "What a good boy. Finish the washing first some of it seems to have gotten dirty...oh and take your shirt off." "Why?" "You've lost your shirt privileges. Give it here." "...Yes."

The old bastard took his shirt and scuttled off inside the cabin while Roderick breathed a sigh of frustration and began picking up the sheets to wash again. It had seemed like a good idea at first after he'd been separated from the others to try and lay low. He'd shed his armor and just gone forward in his undershirt and pants to try and pass himself off as a bedraggled villager in a tactic he'd used back home in Archanea. Unfortunately, the great furry beasts he'd run into hadn't been in Archanea and so he'd had no idea what to do but run after stumbling upon them. They'd been on him shortly and the great fluffy apes had pinned him while howling. They'd had claws in those big fluffy paws of theirs which they'd used to shred his clothes by the time the guard had arrived he was naked as the day he was born hence why they'd just thought he was a slave who'd tried to flee. They'd pulled him out of their lair and taken him back to town before giving to Old Mister Grenzwald who's slave had apparently run away again just as he'd been brought in. Roddy had gone along with it hoping to rally the other soldiers and citizens of Askr he'd seen mixed in with the slave population into rebellion so he could get them all out of here. Unfortunately for him though that plan hadn't worked as he'd yet to be allowed far enough from the old man's cabin to speak to anyone, let alone form a resistance.

"YOUR PORRIDGE IS READY! COME IN AND EAT!" Roderick winced at the shriek of the old bat as he knew further disobedience would make his night much, much worse. He put the last of the laundry in the basket and went inside the cabin completely resigned to his fate. "In here!" Roderick turned and entered to see the table with the porridge set up. The evil old man gestured to the chair insistently before sitting in another right next to him and pulling it closer to him. Roderick had been through this humiliating ritual enough to know to just open his mouth and let Old Mister Grenzwald feed him the porridge and let his foot run up and down his leg. He thought back on his first day with him and how he'd resisted. He'd bound him to her bed and kept him there for a week. Tickling his chest pink and milking his cock till he begged. When he'd finished the hot porridge he put his ear to his chest and listened to his rumbling stomach while he swirled a finger around his navel. He winced at how it tickled a bit but knew better than to try and shove her off. Last time he had done that he had used his feet as his dinner plates for a month and he'd always made sure to clean them with a thorough scrubbing.

"There we go! All nice and full now so let's head to the bath!" "Pl-please I'm not re-really that dirty and-" "Oh hush boy. I know that you love bath time with your master. If you didn't why you would've run away wouldn't you? But you'd never think of running away now would you?" Roderick swallowed before sighing heavily and shuffling off to the tub. Trying to argue would probably just lose him his pants privileges. He slipped out of the cloth pants and shoes before climbing into the wooden basin filled with hot water and bubbles. He looked around for where his captor had gone before yelping as his balls were suddenly pinched down beneath the bubbles. "MASTER PLEASE! I CAN BATHE MYSELF!" The old man sat in the corner and watched as Roderick tried to protect his coinpurse. Another hand though slipped a pair of fingers in to tickle his asshole and make him squeal. He shifted in the bath to try and fend her off but the old woman was nowhere to be found. He'd been forced to bathe with him multiple times and not once had he even seen him as he ravaged him like this. Unlike the other situations though this tickled too bad to let go. Ten fingers danced across his stomach muscles and he threw his head back and laughed at the unexpected attack. He was shoved into the side of the basin and held still as a hand armed with a damp rag cleaned his ears. It tickled dreadfully but every time he giggled or snickered he was chastised for being cute and ravished upon his cheek with kisses. 

Eventually, he was flipped over and the other ear tended to as well with the same punishment given whenever he spoke. By the time he was released his sparkling clean ears were now burning red with embarrassment. He steadied himself for another attack but the hands withdrew into the soapy water and he lost track of them. Despite the tub not being massive he'd somehow still yet to see the old man since he'd entered. Roderick's musings on how long she'd stayed hidden were interrupted by his stomach suddenly being invaded by devilish fingers. He flailed his hands through the water to chase off the attacker but found nothing despite the fact that it felt as if his abdominals were being attacked at least three sets of hands who alternated between plucking at his abs and ribs and tunneling around inside his navel. Roderick tried to hoist himself from the basin to escape but found his legs feeling as if they were shackled to the bottom of the basin. No matter how he struggled it and kicked them he could not lift them from the bottom of the bath. His face grew red as his member grew harder and he heard giggling through the steam. A long-fingered hand ran itself through his hair as his eyes screwed shut at what felt like a hairbrush beneath the water being used on his abs. "WHAHAHAT IS THIHIS?! STAAHAHAP! BY NAHAHAGA PLEASE EHEHNOUGH!" "Oh does the bad boy not like? I think we're finished with this." Roderick searched for where the teasing voice was coming from but was suddenly pulled down by his waist further into the water. His knees were forced apart and now his arms were stuck. He kicked his legs desperately but didn't even disturb the surface of the water. The ghostly fingers returned and squeezed his thighs like they were juicing them. He strained but no matter how much he felt himself thrash below the soap above didn't even acknowledge it. In addition, it felt as if a powerful hand was now cupping his chin in the water and preventing his mouth from submerging. He felt fingers glide along his thighs and swirling around his puckered anus. For just a second he saw at least five or six things suddenly float to the surface of the bath and shivered at the realization that they were all wire hairbrushes. 

They suddenly sank as if they had all been grabbed and again Roderick struggled to get out of the tub. For a second he was free and able to turn himself around but quickly he found himself stuck again as what felt like hands forced him into a kneeling position in the soapy water. The old man walked up and placed a light kiss upon Roderick's forehead. Smiling at the giggles his goatee got from the man as it brushed against his face. He produced that same feather pin and Roderick had to stop himself from screaming as he brought it towards his nose.

"What's the matter, my boy? Aren't you enjoying your bath time? That warm water and soap must feel great on those tired bones." The feather was barely touching the tip of Roderick's nose but the feeling of a ghostly finger sliding down his sole made Roderick jump forward and practically shove the whole plume up his nose. He sneezed up a storm as Grenzwald laughed at him while running a hand through his wet hair. "Do you like the tub? Picked it up in my youth during my travels. It apparently contains a water spirit called the Kelpie that will do as it master orders. I would use it to clean myself up but in my old age I found that it was also good for getting lying heroes to talk." "I doOHOOHN'T-" "Now don't do that. The water in that tub is the spirit so it's got every inch of you at the moment save a few. Like this button nose or these cute little nipples." Roderick tried to turn away as Grenzwald dragged the feather up his and swirled it around his right nipple. The enchanted water kept him firmly kneeling in the water though with his upturned soles pressed to his peachy bottom. "So your bodies gonna tell it when your lying and it'll punish you for it. You reacting to that will tell me that your lying and I'll punish you a bit more. Do try and tell the truth Mister Hero." "I'm not a hEEEHEEHAHAGGH!!!" The brushes from before came into play as Roderick felt two dragged down both his soles which he couldn't turn from their trapped positions. His fingers tightened on the rim of the basin to the point that had it been a non-enchanted one he might've splintered the wood. It was though and so Roderick could do nothing as Grenzwald's gnarled fingers tickled the back of his neck to again force him to impale his nose on the feather. He sneezed and snorted again as Grenzwald sat upon the lip of the tub and ran some of the soapy water up his back.

"There, there I understand. It must be hard to have been brought so low but I have all the time in the world to make this as hard as I want so do save us some both some time and understand the rules. Now once more are you a Hero of Askr?" "Y-yes I am." "Good boy. Let us reward you for your honesty."

With a snap of his fingers, Roderick could feel the water surge as the spirits responded. What felt like fingers made of warm silk drew across his lower back making him snicker before surging back and driving into the muscles with the strength of thumbs. Beneath the soap, gentle hands kneaded his back and butt with the practiced efficiency of a professional. Despite himself, he relaxed at the comfortable assault that was the gentle massage combined with the hot water. Grenzwald brushed the squire's wet hair from his face and admired the relaxed expression that had overtaken him. He stroked the lad's hair and continued his questioning as his new pet did everything short of purr. He gasped at the new sets of fingers that joined his massage, and how they rolled each of his defenseless toes and worked into their stems so gently that it felt like air was just blowing through the digits rather than magical water. "Where do you hail from Roderick? What world?" "I-I come from the world of M-M-Mystery!" "Mystery eh? So you were with Prince Marth's forces then? Do you know where he or any of his comrades are now?" "Nuhhuhh-no!" Roderick barely managed to choke out the truth as he felt gentle strokes upon his penis start to rouse the sleeping organ. "Ahhh a shame. The Prince would have been quite the catch or even another friend for you or really any of his retainers would have been fine for my plans. Do you know of any other Heroes in the area?" "I will not sell you my comrad-AHAHAHA OHH!" No sooner had his face twisted into a snarl did it soften back into uncontrollable laughter as the hairbrush was slowly dragged up his shaft creating a confused reaction from the man. He squirmed and fidgeted in the bath but wasn't allowed anywhere near enough movement to get away. "If your allies are around here then they're doomed anyway. They're just as doomed as you are and are even worse if Surtr catches them instead of me. You and that woman should both be thankful you stumbled upon this village."

"I-I-I have no allies in the area. I was to meet up with them at a certain point if I we were separated but I've been there and found no evidence that Siegbert or Ursula were ever there. I found the signals that Frederick had been there and been forced to move on though." After admitting the fates of his allies the water instantaneously went from brushes back to firm massages and tender touches. Fingers stroked his bottom and soles as if apologizing for the rough treatment he'd been given. Despite himself, Roderick released a moan that definitely got the mage's attention. "Oh you really are enjoying this aren't you? Doesn't telling me the truth feel good? Let's make it even better." With a hard shove, Roderick was sent sprawling back into the bath on his rear. Before he could move Grenzwald pounced in on top of him. When the soapy water touched the man his entire form shimmered before giving way to a completely different man who now straddled the knight. The newcomer pushed his wet bangs from his eye and examined his hands with just as much surprise as his captive Hero. "Interesting is it perhaps the enchanted nature of this tub or could all water here interfere with the magicks of my world? I will have to find out before continuing any other plans." "Why do you look so different now?!" Roderick asked unable to hide the quake in his voice from the sinister man. "I suppose there's no point in continuing to lie. My name is Hubert von Vestra. I was summoned to this world against my will and found myself in the wilds near this village. The old mage that lived near invited me in and tried to cast a spell on me. I killed him and disguised myself as him to learn what I could of this place. I've been laying low here and trying to find my way back to somebody in your Order of Heroes. I'd assumed that an army of Legendary Heroes and Warriors would be hard to stop but it seems this Surtr has stopped it and has been hard to resist. I must admit that I find his methods fascinating and worth imitation. So I've come up with new plans." Roderick struggled beneath the man but found the water restricting his every movement that Hubert didn't want. The tall mage was able to easily place the squire's legs up upon the list of the tub on either side of him before he pushed down on Roddy's chest to submerge the rest of his body up to his chin. He then leaned close to plant a kiss upon Roderick's forehead as if to taunt him. Roderick was now helplessly spread out under this young traitor yet there was something that he had said that bothered him. "Both?" "Ahh did I say that? Unfortunate that I allowed my enthusiasm to overtake me like that. Yes, I have another prisoner that I took from the old man. It seems she was a mage that he'd managed to trick before I arrived. I saw no point to releasing her if she was inclined to fall for something so simple and instead have kept her for my own use. The old man had already conditioned her to the point of being loyal and the process intrigued me hence why I will use it upon you. You see I know of another Hero who will be coming here soon and she'll be looking for me. As such you'll help me capture her and with her strength our forces will be unbeatable." "Y-you think I'll he-help you?" "Not willingly of course but back in my world I was quite persuasive with those put in my care. I doubt the skill is gone here."

With that, Hubert drove his hands beneath the waves and into Roderick's defenseless armpits. The squire spurted water and tried to pull his arms down to close off the ticklish crevices. To his infinite surprise, this worked and the water spirit didn't stop him. He realized why though when he felt Hubert's now trapped fingers wiggling inside his hollows and burst into laughter. Hubert chuckled at how his prey now tried to open his arms but found himself blocked by the ghostly hands in the water. "GEHEHT OFF! I'LL NEHEHEVER HEHEHLP YOU!! STAHAHAHP! IT TIHIHCKLES!!" "Stupid man that's the point. What better way to make sure this body is ready to serve me? I must say this method is rather ingenious. My compliments to King Surtr on the idea. To see such a specimen of a knight brought to the level of a helpless child is quite the sight." "QUUIHIT IT! GEHEHET OUT OF THEHERE! HAHAHA GAHAHAWDS! I GIHIHIVE!! JUHUST STAHAHP!" "No, I don't think I will. Your behavior up until now has left me feeling that any agreements we forge will be quickly broken by you. So rather than willing participation let us instead opt for fearful obedience which I don't think can be achieved quite so quickly. Instead, let us simply have a good time tonight." "I DIDN'T TRY TO RUHUUHUN! BAHAHASTARD!" "I know that but this keep you from ever trying and show you what happens to the disobedient." Hubert pulled his hands free from Roderick's tender pits then snapped his fingers. The young mage's wet robes shimmered and then disappeared leaving him naked and soaked before Roderick. The two looked down at Hubert's cock which throbbed at attention between them and both swallowed hard. Hubert, however, sat down and submerged himself beneath the soapy water opposite the steadily breaking squire. He looked to the side at Roderick's trapped left foot and smiled at how the Hero paled. "Pl-please! Not there! Please, anything but that! I'll serve you like I said! Just stop!"

Hubert laughed in a tone that froze the blood in Roddy's veins as he drew a singular glowing finger along his ankle leaving behind symbols that formed a ring before taking the size 12 down into the bath before and holding it steady. The knights fighting spirit took hold of him and he tried to aim a powerful kick right into the mage's face but his leg moved not an inch and his bare sole felt as if it was suddenly plunged into a bundle of ice-cold feathers that licked and caressed the sensitive nerves. Roderick broke out into a brand new pitch of desperate giggles as the creepy mage laughed at him. "Yes, the spirit in here doesn't take kindly to bad boys that try to hurt their master. Do yourself a favor and don't get cute in here. Although...these feet are already a bit TOO cute. Are you really a hero? These don't look like they've ever seen the ground let alone a boot." Roderick remembered the odd cream that   "Grenzwald" had slathered on his soles when he'd first come under his control. He'd wondered why the old bastard had given so much attention to his feet until he'd talked back to him for the first time and felt how different his newly softened soles had felt when his master had tickled them till he begged. Hubert held the pink sole and admired the flushing skin from the heat of the bath before bringing his head down to slip his tongue between the toes. "GAHAHAHA! NOOHOOO FOR AHALLL THAT'S HOLY PLEEEHEESE! MEHEHRCY HUBERT! MEHEERCY!" "Ith mafter," Hubert mumbled as he otherwise ignored the pleas of the man and instead focused on using his tongue to explore this foot he had here. The undersides of the toes were invaded while the arch was ravaged and when the dark mages tongue arrived at the heel it decided to stay as Hubert lingered there alternating between laps and bites of the soft skin while Roderick screamed for mercy. Roderick felt warm flesh on his erect cock and yiped at the unexpected touch. Hubert laughed and just the sound seemed to lower the temperature of the room. "You are clearly enjoying this pet. Just admit it and I'll go a bit easier before we retire together to bed." "I-I-I am not enjoying iHIHIHIT! STAHAP STOHOP!" "I thought you better than that. Coochie-coo Roderick you terrible liar." Hubert's fingers danced along with the broad size 12 he held hostage that dripped with his saliva. He lost himself in the rosy pink hue that the skin had taken on and as the sound of the slave's desperate laughter went on, he dreamed of Edelgard letting him keep a slave of his own for this newly discovered pleasure. A few of those in the Blue Lion house back in Fodlan caught his eye. Suddenly the water caressing his foot grew warmer as Roderick moaned as his cock ejaculated into the warm soup and instantly was assaulted by gentle massaging hands that kept the organ at attention... "Oh? Still not enjoying this you messy animal? I suppose that wasn't that just came onto my foot?"

Roderick didn't even respond as his eyes rolled back into his head from the explosive reaction and the continued assault on his genitals. Hubert clucked his tongue and swam over to Roderick's side of the basin to take him into his arms. Roderick was too weak to do anything as the younger man adjusted him until he sat in his lap. He didn't say a word as he felt the evil mage's fingers go to his nipples and begin stroking them. He bit his lips to try and hold back the laughter but only managed to burst into a snorting fit and double over as Hubert's fingers chased him down to keep dancing along his chest. "NOOOHOO MORE!!" "More? You glutton. Happy to oblige!" Roderick tried to retreat into the water but was hauled up by his shoulders so that Hubert could continue to tease his nipples and armpits. No matter where he thrashed the mage's fingers were always there to twiddle his perked nipples or scratch at his wet chest. To add even further the mages foot was quick to find its way back to his penis and the feeling of the soft skin of his sole running over his head was driving Roderick insane. Finally, he'd had enough and threw away the last shred of his pride. "M-mehehercy! Mehercy Master, please! I beg you mercy!" "Oh? Does my ticklish pet want a break?" "Please yes! I can't breathe!" "There, there pet I'll allow you a second. I know this all quite a bit much. You admit that you are mine though?" "Yes, please! Yes, I am yours just stop!" "Wonderful so I can do what I want with you and you'll do as I ask?" "YES, YES! WHATEVER YOU SAY JUST PLEASE ENOUGH!" "Yes, that should be enough. More than enough." With another snap of his fingers, Roderick felt a burning at his ankle where Hubert had written something earlier and was surprised when he felt Hubert's fingers retreat. "Perfect. I think he's ready for bed don't you?" "Why yes master. He's had an eventful day let's let him rest." said a husky woman's voice from the darkness. Roderick could do nothing as lily-white soft hands pulled him from the bath by his armpits and began rubbing a cottony soft towel along him to dry him down. He turned and saw his former ally Ursula naked as the day she was born tending to him. Before he could say anything she was leading out of the room against his will. Roderick tried to stop himself but only found himself obediently following behind her while Hubert laughed. "That would be the rune I placed upon your ankle making you so compliant. You did say you were all mine, didn't you? It's just holding you to your word. Ursula has one as well but that old mage broke her in enough that I barely need to use it." "Why ever would I resist my master?! Grenzwald showed me that all I ever wanted in life is to be tickled insane constantly and now my Hubie gives me that in spades. At least he did until you came around and stole all the attention.”

They came into the bedroom and Roderick's still marched on on its own as his face now burned with shame. Ursula shoved him onto the bed and splayed him before crawling up and lying next to him. She walked her fingers along Roderick's chest as Hubert slowly sat beside the two of them. She squealed in glee as she saw him produce a feather. "Ooooh yes, the feathers! Hubie tickle me pink! He's had all the fun today and I ever so want my master's attention!" "What did you do to her?!" Roderick asked remembering the dangerous assassin he'd deployed with. "I did nothing. Apparently, Grenzwald had broken her in long before I came. The old fool tried to do the same with me and paid with his life." "Oooh, Grenzwald tricked me good. Told me he'd help me to safety the next day but I'd have to spend the night. Showed me some doll and got me to touch it. Next thing I know I'm trapped inside the thing and can feel everything he does to it. Oh, he kept me close and never let me stop laughing until I begged to serve him. Ooooh, but he was nothing compared to my Hubie." Ursula wrapped her arms around Hubert's waist and purred as the mage simply gave a look of distaste. Her fingers grazed his sides and caused him to start. She snickered at the reaction as he threw face-first into the bed and placed both her ankle and Roderick's into a hold together. He traced a finger along the two soles he held hostage and enjoyed the two different reactions. Roderick's hands flew to his mouth to muffle his laughter at the same time he tried to wordlessly beg the mage to relent on his captive foot which was still tinged pink from the heat of the bath. Ursula, however, was shaking in joy in finally getting her master's attention. She stuffed sheets in her mouth and drooled at the joy that Hubert's finger dragging along her creamy white sole was giving her. She looked over at the fool Roderick and got angry at how he wasn't enjoying Master's attention. 

Her Hubie had been playing with this mongrel all day and not giving his favorite pet Ursula even a look and he had the gall to not even smile for his pleasure? To her addled mind, this was an insult on her as well and the calculating assassin locked in her head sparked for just a second before once again being replaced by the crazed tickle slut that Grenzwald had turned her into. She cuddled up close to the knight and dug her fingers into his armpit with both hands. Roderick's face went bright red at the new attack and all he could do was flail under the combined attacks of both mages tickling his brains out. With one hand still muffling his mouth, he tried to use the other to shove Ursula off from on top of him but instead found the hand seized and redirected to her breast.

"Ooohh doehehs the new bohohy, not like the tickles? Masters tickles are the best but if you don't like mine why don't you try and stop me?! I'm ever so ticklish myseEHEHELF!! MAHAHSTER YEEHEHS!"

An annoyed Hubert glowered back at the two as he busied himself on the undersides of Ursula's toes.  "Quit making such a show of it. She wants you to tickle her as well pet. You are a knight yes? Than your honor-bound to help a lady in need." "I won't do such a THIHING!!! NO!! MAHAHSTER PLEASE!" Roderick's heroic plea was cut short by his big toe being introduced to Hubie's teeth. The digit was nibbled and sampled as Ursula continued to go wild in his armpit while whispering breathily in his ear. "Do it! Tickle me! Tickle me out of my mind I want it so bad! Why won't you tickle my breasts?! If you don't I'll tickle you then! Cootchie cootchie coo!" Ursula had herself wrapped around Roderick and was speeding up in his armpits while Hubert was now using all ten fingers on his foot. Despite his best efforts he couldn't get free of either of them and was losing himself. When Ursula's free foot rubbed against his cock he couldn't stop himself. He exploded like a volcano over all three of them in a sticky mess. "Oooooh, Master I think he needs a break! You should tickle me only instead!" "Ye-yes ple-please a break!" "Yes please, a break what pet?" "M-master." "Much better." Hubert released the captive foot and he and Ursula laughed at how quickly Roderick drew it to his chest. Ursula's laughter was cut short though by Hubert seizing her arms from behind and pulling them up behind her. Quickly he had both of them above her head and trapped in a hold under one arm. This allowed Hubert's free hand to run wild in Ursula's smooth armpits, over her perky pink nipples and up and down her slender neck. The Blue Crow kicked her pale legs and laughed herself hoarse but made no attempt to get away and in fact, tried to scooch herself closer to her master. "YEHEHES!! MAHAHASTER TIHIHCKLE ME HARDER! I DESEHEHERVE IT!! GET MY BREHEHASTS HUBIE!" "Pesky girl. I've told you what'll happen if you continue to call me that retched nickname." "WHAHAHT?! YOU'LL TIHICKLE MY FEET?! NAHAHT IF THE NEHEHEW BOY DOES IT FIHIHRST!" Ursula shoved her bare size 7's into Roderick's face and the thought to seize them and rake his fingers all over the creamy soles shot through his mind for a minute. Why not? He thought. She'd just minutes ago been tickling his brains out in a deluded fit of ecstasy. Whatever had been done to her the calculated assassin he'd fought alongside in the order was gone and all that was left of her was this phenomenal body that was now begging for him to ravage it with tickles.

He took the ankle and brought his hand to it before stopping. A voice in his head told him "This is what they want. To make you a tickle crazed fiend just like her. You are a hero, not their toy." He was snapped out of his revelry though by Ursula's foot kicking free and hooking him closer. Before he could resist the mages long legs had entangled and pulled him over to her and Hubert. They pinned his arms to his sides and soon those bubbly toes that Roderick had thought of teasing were tormenting his abdominal muscles by skittering up and down them. He tried to pull away but found that Ursula's calves were strong from her horseback riding experience. Instead, he felt a wet kiss placed on his cheek from the woman who was still laughing from Hubert's ministrations. "I thought he was to tickle you? Instead, it seems you've gone the opposite way, you silly girl." "Ohhh hehehe'll do it Huhuhbie! Eventually, he'll dohoho it ahahahaGAAHAH!" "I told you to stop calling me that!" Hubert's increased drilling of Ursula's armpit made her legs go weak and allowed Roderick to easily slip-free. He knocked the legs aside and his hands shot to the woman's large breasts where the fingers danced along her perky nipples and shot her laughter into the point of shrieking gibberish. "GAHAHA BAHAHAHA YAHAHASS!! HAAHAHRDER GUHUHHUHU!!" Hubert let go of Ursula and watched as the Blue Crow tried to flee from the Steady Squire but was forced down into the bed and her nipples teased and drilled. Roderick positioned so that he could easily force her arms behind her back and into the bed so that when He then sat upon her they would be pinned into the cottony fabric allowing him, her entire chest to use as a keyboard. He played with not just her nipples but all along her breasts. Hubert watched in admiration as this new toy of his broke Ursula to the point of nonsensical begging with his slow and steady attention to one concentrated area. It wasn't until Ursula passed out from exhaustion that he stepped in and pulled the exhausted former knight back onto the bed. He ran his fingers through Roderick's hair as the sweaty hero's eyelids grew heavy. Hubert smiled as he watched his new toy drift off to sleep as he knew the magic would take effect then. He'd learned the spell to brainwash somebody from the old fool Grenzwald before he killed him and knew that in his slumber the man's mind would be rewritten to be a puppet just like Ursula. With the two of them, it would be child's play for Hubert to capture his old professor and use the same spell on her and together with their combined forces prepare for the arrival of his lady Edelgard. He looked at the sleeping pair and began to grow drowsy himself. Might as well he rationalized. He'd have a busy day tomorrow if all went according to plan.

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The DeFrocking of Father Lucius

Raven had fought as hard as he could and every single one of those from his squad who had escaped would say so when they returned home. The only reason Raigh and Mordecai hadn't ended up captured was because of the red-head fighting like ten men to cover their retreat. They'd all been wary against ambushes from Surtr, Loki or even the fiery Laevateinn as they'd advanced through the World of Thracia but what they hadn't been ready for was for the unending hordes of the dead that Hel had lead. No matter how many of the specters of fallen soldiers they hacked down, more would still come to fill the ranks. Raven had ordered his squad to go and return with the help of the cavalry division that was tasked with the scouting. They'd received word that they as well had been ambushed as well and so Raven had fallen back to a clearing to give the order for retreat. He held them back by himself and would have succumbed to either his wounds or the enemies numbers had it not been for the healing and support of his partner Lucius. The monk had stayed to help Raven and urge him to retreat despite Raven's insistence that he flees with the others. Eventually, though their escape route had filled with the dead as well and the two had resigned themselves to grim silence as they had fought on. When the undead bone walkers had arrived the two were exhausted to the point of being an easy task for the monsters.

They should have died there but the two knew they wouldn't. They had seen this strange war go on long enough to expect the monsters to instead knock the weapons from their hands. Disarmed and helpless the pair could do nothing as the grotesquely large skeletal horrors lifted them and trapped them inside their ribcages. The monsters were the size of oaks and so their chests were easily able to encompass their own and pin their arms to the side to make them helpless. When the dead regrouped not a one spared a glance at the pair despite how ridiculous it looked for them to hang like so from a monster with their legs simply dangling. Despite that neither the hard-eyed mercenary or his gentle friend smiled. Instead, their minds raced with what was to be done to them. Loki had arrived and brought another captive restrained by a bonewalker to join their procession. Despite her usual methods, she had stayed completely silent as they had marched back towards Muspel with only the tearful snivels of the Prince Siegbert being heard over the march of the dead. Lucius had attempted to comfort the lad and the two of them had found that much like their own squad they had been separated. Siegbert had seen Ursula and Frederick get to safety but had lost track of Roderick in the melee and feared for the man's safety.

"That he isn't here with us is a sign of good omen. May we pray to the gods and saints that watch overall for his safe return to Askr and his continued fortune," Lucius had said while Raven had simply grumbled something about no gods watching over horrors like this as the Prince had thanked his friend for the kind words.

--- A month later Surtr sat in his war room and addressed his generals Helbindi, Laegjarn and Loki who listened and relayed information on where they believed Prince Alfonse and other heroes to be and what would be the best way to move upon them. Thrasir and Lif sat at the table and simply listened to the plans while occasionally wincing at what went on below the table or in the corner. Princess Eir remained silent yet still gave an air of participation through her attentive looks. Her mother though Surtr noticed could not tear her eyes away from where The Ruler of Flame fingers skittered over a single ear that protruded through a hole in the table. Below the table,Raven kneeled in slave garbs chained to the ground as Surtr's fingers explored the inside of his ear that protruded through the table before the king and left him in ticklish agony underneath the table. He pulled at the chains that kept him bound on his knees and screamed at the soundproofed table from underneath but most of those above barely even spared him a glance as Surtr picked up a quill and began to work it on the inside of the sensitive cup. All save Hel who's yellow eyes watched his struggles with malicious intent.

Surtr cleared his throat and the Queen of the Dead met his eyes. He grinned at her and gestured to the source of the musical laughter that filled the room. In the corner atop a plush and luxurious throne that would befit only the king of Muspel, a beautiful laugh sang through the air. The wrists of a slight blonde hung from shackles that came from the ceiling and pulled at them occasionally out of desperation as four hungry wolves ravished his trapped form. Lucius sat naked as the day he was born to a woman who had had no time for him not atop the throne but upon the lap of one Surtr's premier teal haired hunters. He tried not to move about atop the penis inside his rear but the way that the one it belonged to licked and bit at his armpit hollow made it incredibly difficult for the holy man to sit still at all. The long legs of an exact clone of that cruel man encircled the both of them and did the same but to Lucius's other hollow, nibbling at the slight muscles between the bones. The two worked in perfect tandem with one hand each tormenting the mage's dainty ears and the other digging hard into his feminine hips.

--- Preventing Lucius from moving at all to interrupt this perfectly coordinated assault was another of them who lay atop their victim's legs on his side, looking the picture of comfort as he hummed a jaunty tune along and idly doted on the man's long toes, plucking and scratching at them with no discernible pattern. The fourth Ephraim sat nuzzled in between the chair and the torturous sandwich that his fellows were conducting hungrily upon the bound man of the cloth. Unlike his fellows who ravaged their prey utterly he instead gently worked the penises of both his prey and the doppelganger attacking him from the front making sure that whenever each sprayed that it thoroughly coated the other and allowed his hands to glide along with it that much faster. Mainly though his attention was on gently whispering to the priest of what pleasures were still to come for the gorgeous tapestry that was his friend under the table which was the most punishing part of the whole ordeal for Lucius. Occasionally he would whistle to his fellows for them to slow themselves so as not to overwhelm the man's weak constitution.

The sound of Surtr clearing his throat though got the attention of all in the room and made even his hunting pack stop dead. The massive man glowered at Hel who's expressionless stare watched him.

"My King, is something the matter? You seem ill at ease," she said without ever breaking her stare at the desperate Raven below the table. Surtr had taken a break in the torment of his ear and now the man was again trying to pull his way free of the chains. His large arms were of no use against wrought steel though and all he did was further tire himself.

"Yes, Queen Hel. I invite you into my castle after brokering this alliance of our realms and allowing you use of two of my servants-"

Lif and Thrasir winced at this as beneath the table, the toes of their bare feet curled where they were trapped within holes that protruded into Raven's torture chamber and so far they had been left alone. This had made the pair of the formerly proud general's very nervous as the worst part was the waiting for whatever Surtr and Hel had planned for them. Nobody had told Lif yet of the lipstick mark upon his ear from his "Wife" saying goodbye to him this morning. The Muspellians thought nothing of it and Thrasir instead had planned to tease him for it later.

"Only for you to ignore our strategy meetings and instead ogle my trophies. I had thought better of one of noble birth. To be entranced by meat like so is most unbecoming."

--- Surtr turned the quill around and inserted its fluffy plume inside Raven's trapped ear. Despite his screams being soundless due to the glass one could read his anguish at the fluffy tickle on his expression alone. None were more entranced by it then though then the reddened Lucius who panted and gasped in the hunter's arms as they had allowed him a break.

"Death, my King."

"What?!"

"I am merely correcting you. You said of one of noble birth. I was never. As the ruler of the realm of death, I was created dead. To further correct you if I may. I was not enjoying the meat as once more I am dead. The warmth of living flesh holds no appeal. I am instead a connoisseur of wills of which your two latest acquisitions have fine countenances. Have they been giving you difficulty my King? Harder to break than normal?"

"Hmmph, they'll break eventually. Eventually, they all break. My finest hunting boys were once some of Askr's strongest front line warriors.

Surtr snapped his fingers and with an ear-splitting shriek from Lucius, the Hunter who had been inside the priest extricated himself and joined his fellows in moving as a pack towards Laegjarn who lifted up the hatch that allowed them access beneath the table. They poured over the trapped Raven who tried to fight them off but between the chains weighing him down and the revealing nature of his slave garb was quickly subdued and subjected to fresh torment. The four wrestled the man to the ground by his ankles and like a pack of wolves began nipping, biting and sucking at his feet and toes. They kept Raven's head still in a forest of their own size 12 soles so that no matter which way the hysterical he would get a face full of one of the eight feet in his face. Surtr watched this with a smile but when he turned back to Hel she had stopped watching Raven and was now entranced by the exhausted Lucius who sat gasping in the throne lacking the energy to move.

"Do you not see My King? Eventually, you may break them but there is a faster way that is quite plain to see."

"You speak nonsense, Watch!" Surtr thumped the table once and the doors opened to allow a green-haired man with his hands bound into the room.

--- The former Zephyr ran quickly to Surtr's side and stood there wincing. His hands were bound inside gloves that resembled the paws of a cat but were overly fluffy to the point of being useless. The youth bounced on his heels and made the only part of him clad in clothing, his erect penis which was tied up in a rough-looking white cloth by a dainty bow of lace sway from side to side. Surtr laughed at the fate that had befallen Sothe and pulled the lad close to begin scratching at his stomach. The teen's face broke into a giant grin of utter relief before he began laughing at his master's touch.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyoumylord! Itchessobadsobadsobadsobadneverstopnevereverevereverstoppleasegods!!" Surtr pulled his hand away from the man who immediately began writhing on his lap.

"I warned you worm! When you speak to your master it will be properly. For this Loki shall leave the curse on overnight now."

"Nononononopleasemylordititchessobadmercymercy!"

"Two nights now worm."

"Nooooo! I'm....sorry...my....lord...please...forgIHIve...your...humble...servant...!"

"Better. Loki give him a rest."

Loki snapped her fingers and the light from the charm around Sothe's ankle dulled. The incredible and irresistible itching sensation that had been crawling over his skin subsided. The teen nearly screamed with joy at his master's generosity but instead wisely remained quiet.

"Attend to our friend in the corner. He must be feeling lonely watching his friend receive all the attention."

"Yesmylord!" The frantic slave slurred before running over and cozying himself into the chair with the petite healer. Lucius flinched away but found the worm too agile to evade for long. The big fluffy paws forced upon him really did nothing but once the worm readjusted to get his own mouth upon the toes of the feminine size 8 feet then Lucius added his own giggles to those soundless ones of Raven's when the worms dexterous toes found their way into his armpits those melodic giggles turned to hearty guffaws at the unexpected treatment. Still, though his eyes stayed open and focused not on his own torment but on something else.

--- "Yes! Excellent! My King, please! Allow me the two of them but for three nights and I promise that I will return to you a pair of well trained and obedient dogs!" Surtr looked at the teary-eyed redhead beneath the table then to the squirming blonde upon the throne and thought of nothing to lose.

"Very well. You may do your best with the pair of them. I have other amusements. WORM!"

The lithe slave flinched atop the bound Lucius and turned to his master, whimpering.

"Take a seat between our guests from Hel! Dearest Laegjarn do join them! Best to make sure your lessons are sticking."

"Yes, father. As you say."

The statuesque general stood and helped the reluctant worm get situated in the chair, making sure that his ankles were secured in the same holes as Lif and Thrasir's before slipping her boots off and doing the same herself.

"I thank you, my king, and to allow you better to focus on your new joy." Hel rapped her ax on the ground twice and instantly Raven and Lucius lolled in their chains like puppets with their strings cut.

"Ahh, an excellent trick Queen Hel but I do prefer the journey abit more than the destination."

"Yes, King Surtr but I do not wish to tarry. Allow me to remove them for you." With another thud of her axe, the chains binding the two heroes opened and with another the pair's eyes opened to dull milky white as they came crawling over to the Queen of the Dead robotically. She stood and placed a hand upon the massive King's shoulder before placing a cold kiss upon his cheek.

"Again my thanks to King Surtr as I bid you farewell for now though I leave you with one final secret. Lif's neck is quite sensitive just like Prince Alfonse. Enjoy."

"Is it?" Surtr said as he stood up and began walking over to the blue-haired swordsman who grit his teeth at the feeling of the fingers drawing themselves along his unprotected neck. Laegjarn laughed while Thrasir could only nervously chuckle as under the table the hunters drew to the fours trapped feet. The worm though could only whimper as Loki reactivated the charm on his ankle and placed her own large arms over his shoulders.

--- Hel dawdled to watch as the Hunters began their assault upon the trapped feet of the three generals. Bending the toes back and drilling between them while nipping at the arches to different results. Thrasir began shrieking and begging while thumping upon the table as Laegjarn broke out into her familiar snorting laughter at the attack. Lif meanwhile stayed with his teeth grit to the point where they were in danger of breaking as Surtr and the hunter worked in concert upon the tall man's top and bottom-most sensitive areas. Hel was particularly impressed though by the fate of the unfortunate worm who was instead being teased into madness with the denial of touch. 

Loki's charm had the lad's entire body feeling as if it was submerged in a sarcophagus filled with sawdust. It itched so terribly and wickedly and with the ridiculous gloves that Surtr had forced upon him, he could do nothing about it. Now in his trapped state wherever he looked he was taunted about it. Loki placed one red-painted fingernail on the tip of his nose and he began babbling pleas for her to please, please tickle him as he needed it so badly. Instead, though she kept the fingernail stationary and whispered into the worm's ear of how his dear friend inside the pit missed him. When he tried to look away he simply saw the teal haired hunter dragging one solitary fingernail across the tops of his clenched tight toes. He opened them and desperately tried to mime tickles but instead got the finger waggled at him like he'd been naughty. His anguished scream overtook the laughs of the finally breaking Lif as Hel left the room with her two new charges in tow.

--- When Lucius awoke it was to the of sound rhythmic breathing and a warm embrace. He felt a familiar heartbeat and looked up into the sleeping face of Raven who was sitting with him in his arms. He smiled at the sight before remembering the situation the two were in. He gently stirred Lord Raymond from slumber and was relieved when his eyes opened. The man's hard eyes were soft for but a split second at the sight of the priest before suddenly going to staring daggers at something beyond him. For the first time, Lucius noticed the pale woman sitting and watching them for the first time and saw the sorrow in her eyes as something he understood all too well.

"You haven't moved still? I assumed you were waiting for us both to be asleep before you did what you needed or was even that not enough you coward?"

"Raven, please don't antagonize her. Perhaps we can reason with her and escape together."

"Don't waste your breath. I woke up before you to see her standing over you. I chased her over there and made sure to keep an eye on you and she hasn't moved since let alone say anything."

"There has been nothing worth speaking about to one with such anger in their heart. I was simply waiting for the more reasonable of you two to awaken so that I may explain my mother's instructions."

"Mother?" Lucius asked with concern in his tone towards the woman despite the situation.

"Yes, Queen Hel is my mother. My name is Eir and I hail from the realm of the dead just as she does. She has placed a spell upon the two of you and tasked me with making you subservient to her ally Surtr."

"Witch the more you speak-"

"Be silent Raven."

"The mercenaries threat died in his mouth and his hand flew to his throat. He mimed trying to speak but no sound would come.

Concerned, Lucius tried to help him but was stopped by Eir's words.

"Lucius lay still, hands behind your head and you are not to move until I tell you." The blond fell back and splayed himself over Raven's lap. His hands disappeared into his long mane of golden hair and his fingers interlocked behind his head. He pulled and strained to undo the but they operated wholly independent of him. The silent Raven tried to help his slight friend get free without hurting him but found his thin fingers locked like iron into each other.

"Raven pay attention."

"Instantly the redhead snapped to attention and stared at Eir. He was visibly straining but couldn't disobey the princess of the dead."

"As you've no doubt surmised my mother placed a hex mark upon the two of you which forces you to obey my voice utterly. Nod if you understand."

The pair nodded and Eir continued as they both strained to attempt an escape. "The marks are on your heels if you were wondering. Unfortunately for the two of you, Queen Hel noticed what Surtr did not. The reason his torture of you was so unsuccessful was that neither of you cares very much for what happens to yourself. No, you two were paying much more attention to the fate of the other than to your own. So I will be using that to break you here. Raven, you may speak again once I give you your orders. You are to tickle Lucius's armpits until I say stop. You are to show no mercy until he says that you are to be tickled in his stead. Understood?"

"Yes, Eir. YOU WITCH! VILE CUR THAT CRAWLED FROM A MASS GRAVE!"

"HEEHEHEE! AHAHAHAHA! RAHAHAVEN NOOHOOO PLEEHEESE!"

--- Raven turned his head in shock. While he'd been berating the princess of the dead his hands had sprung into the area beneath his friend's slender arms seemingly of their own accord. He tried to pull them free but instead found his fingers tracing the musculature of Lucius's pits while he grunted and strained as if he was doing something.

"Lucius no! Please, I'm trying to stop this! Forgive me, friend! I'll kill you for this hag! I swear I'll kill you on my honor!"

"Rahahaven! Ihiihit tickles soohoo bad! I tohold you abohahaut that spohohot in cohohohnfid-AGGHAHA!! DOHOH'NT!! OH BY ELLLMIHIHNE'S GRACE PLEEHEESE!!"

"Lucius it's not me! I'm sorry! Please, I can't stop!"

"Iihit's fine! I fohohrigive you Raahaheven!"

"How touching. Raven, tickle Lucius's chest now. Make him beg to tickle you."

"Yes Eir, No! Don't make me-"

"AHAHA NOO! NAHAHT THE NIHIHPLES RAHAHAVEN!" Raven's rough fingers danced along Lucius's bird chest and played with his pink nipples like dials trying to find the just-right frequency to tune into the blonde's breathy laughter.

"LUCIUS, PLEASE! JUST SAY YOU'LL TICKLE ME!! I CAN'T STOP UNTIL YOU DO!"

"HahAhHAHeeheehaaHAW!! NOOHOHOO! I KNOW THAHAHT YOU ARE EHEHEVEN WORSE THAHAHAN ME RAHAHAYMOND!! MEHRHERCY NOT THERE!!"

Raven's hands continued on undaunted by the shade of red their owner's face was turning as he tried to pull them off of his friend. He pinched the sparse belly of Lucius around his navel just tight enough to pucker the opening, ignoring the yips and pleas of his friend and their owner himself the index finger plunged itself into the squished cavity and then pumped up and down. The squeezed nature of the belly button meant that even the slightest movement was dragging along all of the blondes deep belly button and driving him up the wall. The other hand lightly spidered its fingers along the neck of the man who couldn't pull his hands from behind his head. When he turned away to escape the hand would simply tickle the other side of his slender neck until he did it again. This repeated as Raven lost himself in the sight of Lucius's blonde mane and sweaty face. The dam broke though when Raven dipped his face and placed his lips to the other man's collarbone. Lucius was lost in a world of ticklish agony so as not to even notice but when he felt the redhead's teeth nibble up his few muscles he broke.

--- "EEEEEHEEEHEEE!! NO, NO, NO! YOOHOU WIN! STAHHAHP!! LET MEHHEE TICKLE RAHAHYMOND!! STAHAHAP!"

Upon saying the words Raven regained control of his body. Acting quickly he tried to scoop up the sweaty mess of a holy man in his arms and run for the door but found it locked tight. He kicked at it with all his might and made the wood crack beneath his barefoot.

"That's enough Raven." He froze in place instantly.

"Come back over here now and bring Lucius."

He strained and grunted as his body moved independently of him and walked back over to Eir with the exhausted Lucius in his arms. "Place him next to me gently. This has clearly been a great ordeal for him."

"LEAVE HIM BE! I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU-"

"Quiet. Now apologize to Lucius and tell him any spots you may be ticklish that he might not know of."

"Lucius I'm so sorry."

"It's alright Raven.

"If I had been stronger we could hav-"

"Raven you did your best.

"Maybe if I had been more skilled in magi-"

"Raymond enough! This was our fate when we didn't run!"

"But it didn't have to be you-"

"Don't you dare! Don't you dare suggest that I ever leave you behind! Would you have left me?"

"This is all quite touching but were you going to tell Lucius any of your spots?"

"He's not tickl-"

"He knows them all already."

"Ahh, then this will be a sight. Lucius ask Raven for your favorite place on his body.

"Yes, Eir. Raven lay on your stomach. I'm sorry!"

"Do as he says, Raven." The man lay on his belly at the command and at whispered instructions from Lucius crossed his arms and placed his chin upon his forearm.

--- "Oooh now, this looks interesting. Do explain."

"Please it not enough-"

"Explain it to me."

"Raven's ears are deathly ticklish and he's like a child when they're played with. Surtr knew this and I don't know why-"

"No backtalk."

"Despite that, it's one of the few ways to make Raven smile. I love tickling Lord Raymond and making him smile and I know that he loves my feet and toes-"

"Oh? Do you Raven!?" The still silent mercenaries face burned bright red from where it was nestled in his biceps now from both rage and embarrassment. His slender friend sat upon his back and worked his long legs under Raven's folded arms until his size 7 soles cupped his friends face. Raven lay perfectly still beneath him due to Eir's spell but when the priest's long toes got to wiggling over his ears the thoughts evaporated from his mind. Eir smiled finally at the sounds of boyish snickers and giggles from the normally scowling man. His handsome face contorted into a goofy grin like a child's in contrast though the look on Lucius's face was that of serious concern as he looked to the white-haired princess who regarded him coldly.

"Please." The blonde asked of her with his hands clasped over his chest in silent prayer.

"Don't do this. I can sense that you aren't like some of the others in Surtr's court. You're not twisted or broken like some of them."

"Oh?"

"HnnK gehehe Lucius doohon't!"

"I can tell from your eyes that you have no love for this place. It hurts you to do things like this."

"Ehehe oohh! Lucius stahahap! She wohohn't listen-geheHehe haha! Please nohoho!"

Unbidden Raven found his ticklish ears now stroked and nuzzled by his allies toes. When he would try to turn away from it in either direction he would get a face full of his friends small sole. He'd linger there for a moment enjoying the faint smell of soap and the feeling of the muscles inside as they deftly worked those devilish toesies that vexed him so.

"Please, Eir! You don't want to do this I can tell."

"Can you? Well, that's wonderful. I can tell things too. Like what Raven here really wants. Raven, indulge yourself."

"Yes, Eir."

"No Eir! We can all esca-AH! OHhhoo!" The sense of Raven's tongue dragging up his sole shot through Lucius's legs like a shock. His toes clenched at the feeling before renewing their assault upon the redhead's ears as revenge. Raven giggled at the attack before nipping at the soles and dragging his teeth across the skin to further get back. "Ahhh Rahaven! F-fi-fight back!" "Oh, he is. This spell is strong as it powered by the countless dead yet still, his will is...noticeable. Yours though is much stronger than even his. Hence why you are still able to lecture me so. I've grown tired of it though."

--- Eir produced a black feather and held it to the little light in the room before proffering it to Lucius.

"Take it."

"Yes, Eir."

"It's from my own Pegasus. You're to tickle your cock with it until you cum. Go slowly though and use all the tricks that only it's owner could know."

"Yes, Eir. No! Please!" The white-haired woman sat back in her chair and watched as the blonde fiddled with the waist of his slave's garb until his cock sprung forth eagerly. He swallowed as his hands moved on without him and traced it's quill up his length.

"EEH!" He squeaked when they turned it around and sawed the plume against the opening of his urethra.

"Lucius *smack* I'm sohohorry! Ahh, it feels sohoo goohod!"

"St-sta-stahay stron-strong Lor-Lord Raym-AHHH! EHHUHU! THIS IS WHAHAT SHE WAAHAHNTS!"

"Oh but it is. It's also what you two want though. Your mouths can say all the sweet lies they want but your bodies won't be lied to. I can see the puddle leaking out from under the big, tough Raven and those drops of yours Lucius. Still, things could be much worse you know. Surtr has used Prince Xander in a delightful game of sending his friends to us one by one and Helbindi carried away the young prince Siegbert. He's known to be quite rough with his methods so I wouldn't envy that young man. You two are here with me though squealing side by side with your most precious thing and you wish to complain? The dead have nothing to compare to how cruel the living can truly be." "Aaaauh-AHHAUGHH!"

--- Lucius's whole body shuddered as his penis released a thick white load onto his friend's shoulders. Raven winced at the feeling of the warm liquid on his cold skin but still, the spell forced him to continue worshipping and nipping at his exhausted friend's soles as his ears were toyed with.

"Fantastic. The two of you may stop now. Raven, you are to remain seated but can move otherwise."

"Yes, Eir," they both said as they climbed off of each other burning with embarrassment. Raven yearned to try and run again while Lucius struggled to simply as he tried to clean himself off as well as his friends broad back.

"So the two of you believe my methods horrible then?"

"There's no point in speaking anymore." Raven spat. "Just work your black magic witch and stop toying with us."

"Very well. Lucius get Raven's stomach."

"Yes, Eir." Before Raven could react his friend had dug into his abdominal's and was dancing his delicate fingers over the hard muscle there. Raven fell back into a giggling pile with Lucius atop him as a long index finger dove into his navel and explored there.

"LUHUHCIUS NOO PLEEHEESE!"

"I'M SORRY RAVEN BUT I CAN'T STOP IT!"

"Indeed he can't. However Raven tickle him back in defense." Raven tried to right himself to take revenge but was helpless as Lucius tickled his stomach it wasn't until Lucius got cocky and reached over to again tickle Raven's ears that he was able to get him. His hands shot to Lucius's hips and got a startled yipe from the man as he played with the smooth skin there. Pinching and wiggling his friend's feminine sides and enjoying the melodious laughter he was extracting from the man. He pulled him closer and felt Lucius's erect cock rubbing against his abs as he meekly struggled in his grasp. Eir snapped her fingers then cleared her throat as Lucius's breathy moan signaled that now he'd painted Raven's front the same way he'd done his back. Still Raven didn't slow in the slightest at the sticky paste that was now spread over his pectorals and abs.

"Raven you're being mean to the lad. Lucius get him back by tickling his pits." Like a shot, the holy man's hands flew into Raven's armpits and the redhead crumbled again. His grip on the blonde loosened but still, Lucius pushed closer until he was straddling the mercenary who had collapsed onto the floor. Raven squirmed and thrashed but Lucius longer limbs and determination kept the muscular warrior right where he wanted him and as he moved his attention to his friend's nipples and began toying with the sensitive nubs. Raven tried to stop Lucius but instead just found his powerful arms batted away by his friend's skinny ones. Lucius lay his head upon the man's chest and listened to the laughter bubbling out of him as he fiddled with the hero's nipples.

"Quiet Raven I'm trying to find the right combination."

"WHAHAHAT?! LUHUHUHCIUS PLEEEHEEA-AHAHAHA NOOHOO!"

"Ahhh I'm getting closer to finding the right spot huh Raven? What a shame your so ticklish. A little bit to the left..."

"L-LUC-LUCIUHS PLEEHEESE! FIGHT THE SPEHELL!"

"Oh, I released the spell, Raven. Your friend Lucius is just doing what his animal instincts desired now."

"YOHOHOU LIE! HAHAHEHE!" The drooling Lucius was now exploring his friends ribs while his friend tried to convince himself that the witch was indeed lying.

--- Finally in a burst of energy Raven rolled over to get atop his partner. He forced Lucius wrists above his head and looked him in the eyes as he struggled to get free.

"Lucius tell me she's lying! It's the spell right my friend?" The frenzied priest looked at him confused for a minute before darting his head forwards into his friends muscled stomach and blowing a big wet-

"PPPBBBTTTPP!!"

"GAHAHUHA!" Raven released his captive and fell back clutching at his still tingling stomach muscles as the tickle-hungry priest moved forward to devour him. Lucius grabbed ahold of that evil black feather Eir had given him and yanked down the waist of the ragged pants that were all that was left of Raven's clothes. Raven's penis sprung forth and was immediately attacked by the stiff black feather dragging along his shaft. Raven clapped his hands over his mouth as his girly friend lifted his balls and twirled the plume along the skin there while taunting him in a sing-song voice.

"Poor Tickly-Raven good thing none of those morphs ever got a hold of a simple feather huh? You'd have been begging and squealing like a baby and what would Lord Hector have said? He probably would have tickled you even pinker coochie-coochie! Some revenge that would have been huh you poor tickly boy?! Gitchie-gitchie!" Lucius used his free hand to tease the head of his friends cock with his long fingers. When the organ before him lilted even slightly they'd be there to skitter along it's opening and tease it back to attention. The muscular mercenary was twitching and red when his suddenly sadistic friend decided to finish him off. The blonde leaned forward and dragged a singular finger up the shaft before blowing some cold air upon the head gently through pursed lips. The reaction was instant as his shuddered and screamed into his hands as his organ erupted over his friends face and both their chests.

--- "Well done Lucius. Now you two are even. I will now give you back control of your senses." Eir snapped her fingers and the blondes sticky face went from a look of sadistic glee to utter shock as he looked over his spent friend before him.

"Saints preserve us! Raymond what happened?! I blacked out at the witchs spe-"

"traitor...revenge...must get..."

"Lord Raymond what are you saying-"

"Now I believe it's time for the shoe to be on the other ticklish foot don't you Lucius? Raven? Get him."

"Yes, Eir." The gasping mercenary said before tackling Lucius onto his back.

"Lord Raymond please! I beg you to come to your senses! I would never betray you!" Raven ignored his cries and easily flipped his former retainer over onto his stomach he then wrapped one thick forearm around his thin ankles and restrained them. Lucius went to plead but before he could he felt fingers dancing over his soles.

"EHHEHHEEHEE HAHAHA RAHAHAVEN DON'T!"

"Oh, he can't hear you, Lucius. Raven isn't here at the moment. He's where you were when I had you milking your friend just a moment ago. I felt like he deserved some payback for that and what better place than those little feet of yours that you said he loves so much?" Raven drove his thumb in between his clenched toes and twisted the digit around.

"AHAHA OHHOHO NOO! PLEASE EIHIHIR!! MEHEHERCY! YOU CAN HAVE MEHEEE JUST LET GO OF RAHAHAVEN!" "You don't seem to understand that I already have you. I have both of you and with this spell, I can make you do whatever I want. Raven? Step it up please."

"NOOO PLEASE!" was all Lucius could muster as Raven fell back with his ankles onto his side. Soon he felt his friends literally nipping at his heels and fell into boyish while Eir finally stood up and walked over to the two.

"Raven give Lucius your foot. Let's make this fair." Lucius found Raven's soft size 12 proffered to him and seized it. Almost without thinking he dug his fingers into his friends arch.

"EEEHHEEP!! WHAHAHT? HOW DID YOUHUHU GEHEHT ME AGAIN?"

"Rahaven it's a trihihick! She's dohohing this nahaht me!"

"THEHEN STAHAHAP TICKLING ME!"

"Neither of you is to stop tickling the other until they stop tickling you."

"Yes, Eir. DAHAHMN YOU!"

"Yes, Eir. NOHOHOOO PLEASE!"

--- Eir knelt down and looked over the two men tickling each other tears. She smiled at the fading looks of defiance and hope on Raven and Lucius's faces respectively before slowly taking off her gloves and sitting atop the two.

"PLEEEHEEESE LUCIUS! STAHAHAP STOP! I CAN'T TAHAHAKE IT!"

"MEHEHERCY RAHAHAYMOND! IT'S TOOOHOOO MUHUHUCH! MERCY PLEASE BY THE SAHAHAINTS!"

"Mmmm what wonderful music you two make no wonder King Surtr wanted you broken so badly." A look of pure ectasy overtook Eir's face as the increasingly frantic men's hips beneath her that she was using as a throne shook more and more violently. She sat atop the two as their laughter grew increasingly pitched and breathy and with the grace of a princess, she reached down and stroked a singular finger down each man's erect shaft. She smiled at how they both explosively came at that slight touch. Both men went quiet at that and as Eir looked over the two sweaty and red-faced heroes sleeping faces she smiled.

Yes, they were broken just as Surtr had wanted but mother had said that Surtr had given her three days. Why not keep them around for a bit more fun until then? Eir smiled at the games after the pairs bath and how she'd make them scrub each other's minds clean for the King.

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Lazlow, Inigo, Gigglepig. What’s in a Name?

Lazlow had been in Surtr's dungeons for almost three months now. Everyone else from his squad had been carried away to be broken by the Ruler of Flame one by one until the Dancing Duelist was alone. He'd seen all four of the Ephraim's serving Surtr as dogs barely dressed. He hadn't seen Prince Xander since he'd been carried off though and that worried him immensely. The Nohrian royal had been captured just as he had but they'd been separated almost immediately after the last Ephraim had been captured and they'd been forced to watch Surtr break him in. He looked around his cell and sighed. Despite the darkness, Lazlow would have never guessed that this was a place for prisoners if it wasn't for the barred door.

His bed was almost of the same quality as the one he'd been given as a Princeling in Ylisse. He hadn't trusted the downy thing at first and he and the others had spent their first night here searching it for traps and had come up with nothing. Likewise, the fireplace and carpeting that also filled their "cell" truly gave it a cozy look that the gaggle of Princes had not expected from the Mad King's dungeon. They're armor and weapons had been taken away of course as well as their shoes and socks but they'd still gotten comfortable. Lazlow was actually quite fond now of the feeling of the fuzzy carpeting between his toes, something he'd never told the others but had meant too eventually.

Despite the fact that Surtr expected the five of them to share a bed meant for one there'd been no problems at first. They'd each taken turns between the bed and sleeping upon the carpeted floor at first but had gradually found the nights down here growing colder and colder until they'd all been forced to spend the nights huddled against each other beneath the heavy blankets which they were sure is what Surtr wanted. Eventually, each of the Ephraim's had been taken away one by one they'd return "different" and help drag away there struggling cohort to show him what they had seen before finally coming to take Xander. Unlike them, though Lazlow had been left to stew since then and from what he'd heard the strait-laced Crown Prince of Nohr was no longer in the castle.

Lazlow sat back on the bed and fiddled with his hair nervously as he tried to think if he'd ever been in a tighter situation. Fighting for his life back in Ylisse against the Risen didn't feel real at the time due to the past they had to fall back to where they could undo it. Here though there was no past Askr to run to where they simply stop the monsters rise. If anything they were fighting to keep the past safe from Surtr simply using it as a mine to grow his power. So many had been captured already and apparently, that was what made the enemy so powerful. Even Lazlow's own daughter Soleil had fallen although he hadn't seen her yet though it wasn't surprising as he had barely seen anyone but guards since his imprisonment.

A clinking from the door ended his daydreaming as a pair of Muspellian soldiers strode in with Princess Laegjarn behind them. She placed her hands on her hips and smirked as she addressed him.

"You didn't think we wouldn't come for you eventually did you? Your peaceful days are over Hero. Come along your to entertain my father in the arena today dancing boy. He's very happy to celebrate his latest victory and what better way than to watch a hero break? So come along now and get ready to fight for your dignity."

"Wait! What have you done with the others?! I am a prince as well and demand that you tell me what you've done with my friends!"

Laegjarn stiffened at the tone and sneered in a way that sent a chill up Lazlow's spine. "Do you think that was a request? Fine then let's remind you where you are. TAKE HIM!"

At the bark, the two soldiers rushed Lazlow off his feet and onto the ground. The mercenary struggled against them but when got his fingers under his tunic and started tickling his ribs his resistance was sapped. The two soldiers seized an arm each and held him still while Princess Laegjarn wrestled his legs down until she could get his ankles into a headlock. She then traced a finger up the pillowy size 14's of her captive and savored the musical laughter that she got. 

"So anymore questions? How about five minutes of this for each one? Does that sound fair? Ah-cootchie,cootchie coo Mister "Prince"! Your so tickly that I wouldn't mind the scolding if I kept you down here to myself all day. Maybe I could go get some toys?"

"Nooohoo,Noohoo I'm sahaharry! I'll goohoo!"

"Oh yes you will handsome but after I get five minutes with these dreamy soles. My god they're so soft Loki's enchantments on the carpets aside you must have really taken care of these boats of yours before. And you were a dancer?! Mmm, that's it your going to be mine all of you. Father wanted you for Laevateinn but she'll understand that I want you I'm sure. Gitchy, gitchy oh look at those toes go, So wiggly that it's like their waving me in! Mmmm maybe later. Ready to go now?"

"Yehehes! Pleeheese, let's goohoho!"

"Wonderful. Let him up."

The soldiers pulled Lazlow up by his arms and frogmarched him through the door. While he was being paraded by he took note of a number of different cells with a number of different creatures inside them of all shapes and sizes who all pressed against the bars as he came by reaching for him. Lazlow shivered at the horrors and their interest in him before stumbling over a stool in the darkness and crashing into the bars of one of the cells. He got to his feet shakily but found one of his bare feet snatched out from under him and pulled between the bars of the cell. In seconds he felt something being dragged over his sole and was squealing in a high pitched tone at the feeling. The guards pulled him away while Laegjarn simply smile before pulling him away herself. Whatever it was let go of Lazlow with a goofy chuckle and retreated back into the shadows before he could get a look at it. Laegjarn caught him peering and shoved him towards the arena again.

"You'll get a better look in a minute as he's to be your opponent."

"Opponent? Surtr means me to fight? In front of a beautiful lady such as yourself? Surely we could simply speak on our problems? Perhaps over tea?"

"Haha, ever the suave. You truly are a fine catch Lazlow. No tonight we'll see you perform instead. Best of luck and do try to entertain."

With that and a hard shove, Lazlow was sent spiraling again and landed in sand. He looked around at where he was and sure enough here he was in a pit surrounded by high walls atop which were rows upon rows of Muspellians who watched him with great interest. He looked until seeing the clear VIP area where Surtr sat at the center flanked on either side by his youngest daughter Laevateinn and Hel herself. Upon Surtr's lap was a green haired slave Lazlow recognized as Lewyn, once a proud strategist for the Order of Heroes.

 Now he wore an outfit of extremely revealing silks and judging from his overwhelmed expression and exhausted posture had just been satisfying his new lord. Surtr caught Lazlow looking and barked something to his group. Lewyn quickly went to the seat before him and lay upon his back between Helbindi and Loki before presenting his feet back to King Surtr who seized them and began to torment them with his bristly beard. Lazlow could hear the man's laughter from here clear enough to make out that he was begging his king to do it harder. He winced at what had become of his comrade before seeing something jump down into the arena with him. 

He took a step back and assumed a fighting posture while taking mental note of the creature. It seemed for all intents to simply be a short man wearing the attire of a clown but it made strange sounds as it walked towards him unafraid. Squeaks and rubbing accompanied it's every move as it continued towards Lazlow who continued to back up before it due to a sense of uneasiness while ignoring the boos of the crowd. His opponent spoke finally and its voice was as ridiculous as it's appearance belied.

"Guhuh! Why do you keep running little boy? I'm your new friend so let's have fun! Dandelion the clown is here to chase away that frown and see you smiling!"

"Afraid I must decline as I can't say I see much here to smile about...Dantalion was it? Rather than fight for no reason how about we work together? Find a way for both of us to get out of here? Sound nice friend?"

"Guhuh! Such a smart boy! And he already wants to be friends with lil' ol me?? Is it because of the nice little gift I left him in the cells? Well, don't worry when Dandelion is around you'll never get the grumpies!"

As the clown spoke he continued to toddle towards Lazlow who was now backed up into the wall with nowhere to go. He cursed under his breath at how this ridiculous thing had so easily rattled him but something about him was causing his toes to curl. The clown pointed down at his bare feet and laughed at something causing Lazlow to finally look down and see what was so funny. Drawn in red on the bottom of his right sole was a happy smiling face that he surmised was what the damned clown had done when it got a hold of him earlier. 

He looked up at the ridiculous thing and saw that the gap between him and it had been closed even more. He'd have to act now or the damn little thing would have him pinned in here. He feinted to the left before sprinting to the right while it was off balance trying from trying to follow him. He went low to avoid any tricks the clown might have tried but suddenly felt a weight upon his lower back driving him face first into the dirt. He scrabbled there for a moment trying to get free before he felt his ankles being grabbed and froze up in terror.

"No-now, now let's talk about this-"

"Nuh-uh friend let's laugh about this! Guhuh!"

With that fingers scrabbled along Lazlow's soft soles and he broke out into uncontrollable laughter. "HAHAHASTAHAHP!!"

"Guhuh! See silly boy? I told you there was no reason to be scared and that you'd be smiling soon. You've got such a pretty smile, let's show it to King Surtr."

The clown used it's hold on Lazlow's legs to turn his captive until his goofy forced smile was facing directly at the King and his entourage. Laegjarn had now joined her father and sat on his left clearly enjoying the show. She waved coquettishly at the suffering Lazlow before breaking out in sympathetic giggles of her own.

Lazlow felt a finger tracing along the smiley face emblazoned on his sole as the clown began a show for the King. He held the ankles in a headlock positioned himself atop his victim so that he was still atop him but so that now the torturer shared the victim's view of the royal viewers. He pulled the smiley foot closer and he began his act for all to see. He bent Lazlow's leg up so that the happy face emblazoned sole was clear to see for his audience as he kept it tightly trapped under his arm. He feigned surprise at seeing it there before starting the show with all the flair of a true showman.

"Guhuh! Well hey, there Happy Foot how are you doing today?"

"Well, I'm just tickled to see you Dandelion as well as all these nice folks who've come out to see little old me!"

He changed his voice slightly when he responded back to himself, using Lazlow's left foot for a ventriloquism act as the hero struggled below him in disgrace. Thunderous applause greeted the clown as his puppet show was a tremendous hit.

"You like me! You really like me! You folks are making me shy. I may just have to hide my face cause I'm blushing. If you would Dandelion?"

"What does tha-GAHAHOOHHO NOOHOHOO! DOOHOHN'T I BEHEHEG YOU!!"

The clown had produced his quill and added a pair of little blush marks on his soft puppet much to the disdain of his unwilling partner in this act. Once he was finished his fingers pointed at the new additions and circled them with its fingers to even further torment Lazlow's foot.

"Guhuh! Don't be shy Happy Foot! These folks just love that winning smile of yours!"

"Really Dandelion are you sure?"

"PLEEEHEEASE LEHEHET'S TAHAHALK ABOOHOUT THIHIHS! HAHAHA!"

"I sure am Happy Foot! Guhuh! Look you smile so much your starting to get smile lines right here!"

The clown dragged it's finger in an even more exaggerated smile right over Lazlow's instep causing a matching one to sprout on the mercenaries face. "DOOHOHN'T!!"

"Awww Dandelion your so sweet! Still, I feel self-conscious, My hair is a mess!" "Well then let me help you silly. Guhuh! I've got a comb right here. I'll help you with your hair!"

"Thanks, friend! You sure know how to chase away the clouds on my sunny smile!"

"Wahait whahat? What are you going to do-OHOHOHO NOOOHOO! NOOHOOO PLEEEHEESE IT'S TOOOHOHOO MUHUHUCH! HAHAHA!"

The clown produced a comb from within its outfit and was now dragging its teeth up the stems of Lazlow's toes. It had gotten in there so fast that the poor giggling man hadn't even had time to clench his toes to try and ward off the attack. Now that it was inside though he was fighting that instinct to clench his sensitive digits as all it would is pull in those damn teeth closer.

"Ohhh Dandelion that feels so good! Your so much nicer to me than that scaredy-cat Lazlow!"

"STAHAHAPP!! I CAHAHAN'T TAHAHAKE IHIHIT! STAHAP PLEEHEESE!!"

Surtr roared with approval at the clown's torture of the captive getting a little bow from the performer who pulled the comb away and went back to asking questions.

"Is Lazlow mean to you Happy Foot? Guhuh! That's a shame I thought Lazlow could be my special tickle pal but if he's a meanie we'd have to punish him. What does he do Happy Foot? Does he poke you in the eye real hard?"

Lazlow felt the finger drive into his sole and his laughter went up a couple of octaves as he reacted to it. "Oh, he does!"

"NOOOHOO I DOHOHON'T!"

"Oh, poor Happy Foot how about a little tickle from your buddy Dandelion to brighten your day? Cootchie, cootchie! Guhuh!"

The finger started in his arch and dug like it was looking for something, making Lazlow literally squeal. "EEEWEEHWEEHEHE!! GEHEHET OUT OF THEHEERE! LEEHEHET MEEHEHEE GOOHO! I BEHEHEG OF YOU MEHEHERCY!!"

"Oooh now that was a nice sound we just made that grumpy man make wasn't it Happy Foot? I wonder if we can get him to do it again? Did the mean man ever bite you Happy Foot?"

"NOOOOOOHHOOO DON'T DO THAT!"

"Mmmm I can't remember. Maybe you should help me Dandelion?"

"Why certainly Happy Foot! Now did it feel anything like this?"

"NONONO DON'T DO I-"

"Gomp!" Was all the clown responded with as he popped the toes in his mouth and bit gently at the stems

"EHEEEHEEE!! EWWHEHEHE!!"

"Mmmm there's that cute sound again Happy Foot! It's so like a cute little piggy! Guhuh! You sound like a cute little piggy when I bully these cute little piggies! Did he always sound like this Happy Foot? I thought he was supposed to be a tough hero but here he is squealing like a piggy while we play with him. Isn't that weird Happy Foot?"

"LEEAHEVE MY TOOHOOES ALOOHO-EEWWWHEEHE! STTAHHAP I CAHAHN'T-I CAHAHN'T!! PLLEEE-EEWWWWHEEE!!"

"He likes to say he was a tough hero Dandelion but he was always a silly dancing boy playing. Just look at how soft I am no real fighters got feet this soft and ticklish. Only silly ticklish boys who lie and get their friends caught do. I bet he just wants to tell King Surtr everything doesn't he?"

"TEHEHELL HIM WHAHAHT?!? EWWWHHEEE!! STAHAHAP! I DOHOHN'T EVEN KNOHOHW WHAT YOU WAHAHNT!! EWWHEE!!"

"What a silly boy he is Happy Foot! Guhuh! We want you to tell King Surtr what you really are. You're certainly no hero to Askr after all unless they really wanted somebody to giggle in the dirt before their enemies."

"STAHAHAWP EEWWWEEHEE STAHAHAP! I'M NAHAHT-EEEWWEEHEE!"

"No from the way your squealing and wriggling down there I think he looks more like a piggy Dandelion. A happy piggy that just can't stop squealing and giggling for his King."

"EWWEEHEE! NOOHOO EWWEHEE I'M NAHAHT A PIHIHIGGIE!"

"My goodness Happy Foot your right! He's a giggling piggy that loves to giggle! Why he's just an adorable Gigglepig! Aren't you my giggly wiggly piggly wiggly?"

"NOOOOHOO! NOOOHOOO I AHAHM NAHAAHAT! AHAHHHAHA EWWWEHEE! I'M NAAHAHAHAT A PIHIIGGIE!! EEWWEEHEE!! NOHOO MOORE!"

"No? More! You got it Giggly Piggly! That's the end of our act Happy Foot but I'm sure we'll play later! Big happy hand folks for the big tickly Happy Foot!" 

With that Dandelion planted a big kissy faced raspberry right into the center of his old dummies face making his new let out yet another Piggly squeal before he finally let go of Laszlow's foot and let it fall to the ground.

The exhausted mercenary lay face down in the dirt gasping for air trying to pull his knees to his chest before Dandelion seized his wrists and pulled them above his head. "Nooo please no more! Leave my feet be you monster! You win just stop!"

"Guhuh! I do? Well, then I can do what I want!"

Dandelion looped his arm around Lazlow's and held them there above his shoulder before pulling them back until he had forced his victim up into a sitting position supported by his knee in the small of his back which also kept his prisoner nice and stretched out for him. The clown's free hand lightly traced it's fingers up the thin fabric of Lazlow's undershirt before fingering the collar. He turned to King Surtr and addressed his audience with the tone of a true entertainer.

"You're the one who decides who wins here tonight King Surtr so you tell me. Are we done here with this little rebellious piggy or are we going to make him squeal a bit more for everybody tonight?"

Tears were pricking up in the corners of the princeling's eyes as Surtr's massive form shook with laughter. With a menacing smile, he gave a thumbs down and gestured for the clown to continue with the act. Lazlow went pale as the monster planted yet another wet kiss on his cheek this time and then ripped a long strip down the undershirt opening Lazlow's broad chest to the world. It brushed the lingering fabric to the sides in a manner that made certain to lightly tickle it's struggling victim before pulling out a feather quill. It played the soft implement up along Lazlow's abdominal muscles while smiling hungrily at the delightful shade of red his face was turning. With a deft flick of the wrist, Lazlow felt the point of the quill placed right into the upper part of his pectoral muscles and jumped.

"N-no! Nahat again! Pl-please you-your a bett-better pe-pe-performer than tha-that Dahanadelion I'm su-sure!"

"Guhuh! Why change what works? I've got both the crowd and you in the palm of my hand."

"Yo-you don-don't want to be acc-accused of milking yohohour ahahct do you?"

"No, no we'll save that for night two. Guhuh!"

The quill drew yet another happy smiling mouth right below Lazlow's navel and the crowd roared in approval at the show.

"Well hey, there new friend! Who might you be? Guhuh!" "Nahaht again!"

"Hush now Gigglepig. Nothing from the peanut gallery but happy, giggly piggy squeals."

"Grrr I'm Farmer Grumpy!"

"A grumpy farmer?! Guhuh! Well, that's no good. Why are you so grumpy mister farmer!?"

"Why the Gigglepig I'm raising is just so noisy! It's making me sick with how loud it is!"

"Why Mister Farmer that's terrible! Guhuh! You shouldn't be grumpy about it though! Let me help you with get big smile let's start with those cute cheeks of yours."

"Nooo! Please whatever you want I'll doOOOHOH IHHIT HAAHAAA YOOOHUHU BAHAHAHASTARD! LEEHEHAVE MY NIHIHIPPLES ALOOHOHONE!!"

"Now, now stop playing around. You're playing the piggy here Lazlow. Piggies don't talk, so neither should you. All I want to hear out of you is that cuuuute piggy squeal of yours. Guhuh! Anything else and...well...you know...TICKLE, TICKLE!"

Dandelion's gloved finger danced along Lazlow's erect nipples as if it was punishing them for standing so straight. They tickled along the pectoral's between them and traveled up towards the neck before stopping spinning on their heels and sprinting for his ribs.

"STAAHAHHAPP!! EEEWEEHHEEE!! GAHAHADS I BEG YOOHOHOUU JUHUHUST STAHAHAHAP I CAAAHAN'T STAAHAHND IT! EEWWEEHEE!!"

"Are you not getting this silly? No talking during the performance, it's rude. Guhuh!, Piggies just squeal and squeal so that's all you should do. Got it? Gimme a good tiggly, piggly squeal if you do?"

"EEEEWEEEHEE WHAHAHATEVER YOOHOHU WANT!"

"Wrong again. Let's see if these pitties of yours are ticklish enough to help you learn how to act. Guhuh!"

The fingers dove in and Lazlow's voice reached a new pitch as he struggled uselessly. His big soft feet kicking in the dirt to no avail. Sure enough, after a good few games of Dandelion counting his ribs, his begging filtered down into only squeals.

"That dang Gigglepig is just too loud!" said the grumpy farmer.

"EEEWEEHEE! EEWEHEEEHEE!"

"I can barely sleep! Look at these crows feet I'm getting!"

"Where Mister Farmer? Here? Cootchie, cootchie!"

"EWWEEEEHEE! EEEWEEHEEE!"

"Yeah there Dandelion! That damn Gigglepig just won't be quiet. I've tried everything from scratching his belly-" Nails danced along Lazlow's abs causing him to squeal.

"EEEEWWEEEHEE!! EWEEHEEE!"

"-pinching his cheeks didn' do nothing either-" This time Lazlow's nipples were toggled and tweaked and he squealed again even louder.

"EEEEWWWEEEHE!! EEEWEEEHEWEE!"

"-Heck even plugging his mouth ain't help-" The thick fingers invading his navel made Lazlow squeal at a new level that surprised all in attendance.

"EEWWEEHEE!! EEWWWEEHHEE!!"

"I'm just plum ol' out of ideas Dandelion. What am I gonna do?" "Don't worry Mister Farmer I'll chase those grumpies away. I know just what do to do! They don't call me the Piggy Whisperer for nothing! Let me just give it a try."

The evil hand lay down on Lazlow's chest and the clown whispered into his ear as the audience leaned in close. "You heard the farmer naughty Gigglepig. You're being much too loud with all that cute squealing. So keep it down and let's bring this act to a close okay? Counting on you their partner."

He turned back to the audience and gave a flourish. "Ladies and Gentleman let's see if our cute Gigglepig understood! It's time for a test!"

The clown placed his hand into Lazlow's exposed armpit and with one finger traced the musculature inside. His dummy shook with the effort of holding it in but when he finished up with a hard drill, the dam burst and Piggy squealed. "EEEWEEHEE!! EEEHEEWWEE!"

The clown gave a comical face that said "Uh-oh" before leaning back in to speak his other half. "Now I get that this is your first time in show business but I said to be quiet as a mouse. Not squealing like a Giggly Piggly! We're gonna have to add another a trick to make up so you be quiet! Last warning! Got it?"

Lazlow nodded desperately causing the tears streaming down his cheeks to fleck the clown. Anything to get this over with he thought. "Alright, folks minor problem with the talent there but what can you do with animals? So let's go again!"

Dandelion played with Lazlow's armpit the same as before but this time significantly harder and to his Gigglepig's credit he remained quiet. When Dandelion's evil fingers exited though and he announced his next trick as picking the lock he wondered what he meant until the damn quill came out again. The point went straight into Lazlow's deep navel and the clown adopted a look of concentration as he began to mimic picking an actual lock but in reality, all he was doing was marking up the inside of his dummies ticklish navel with ink. 

When he twirled it inside once again though it was too much and the dam broke. "EEEWEEHEEE!! STAAHAHAP PLEEEHEESE!! EEEWEHEEE!"

The clown stopped and turned to Lazlow with the smile gone and brandished the feather. "Not only are you talking but now your breaking character?! This is what I get for working with amateurs. Tell you what, let's clean these cute ears of yours out and see if that helps you hear better."

"Waahahit! Pleeeheese I'm soOOOHOHORRYY!! AHAHAWAHAHA!" Dandelion plunged his tongue inside the mercenaries ear and brutally attacked his armpit at the same forcing his charge into absolute hysterics. The two sat there for a solid ten minutes of this with Dandelion warning Lazlow to be quiet or he'd continue but instead getting nothing but begging from his victim until Surtr signaled for it to stop.

He gestured for Lazlow to be released and brought to him which Dandelion did, dragging the quivering hero over and standing him up before the Mad King. "That was a fine show Dandelion you and your new partner did wonderfully. Truly I've not been so entertained since your last performance. Would your partner care to tell me his name?"

"Guhuh! Well, of course, go on Gigglepig tell the king your name."

"Milord I am Lazlow of the Kingdom of Noh-"

"NO! That is who you were when you were a hero. Look at what has happened to you and how you've been used. Does that befit a hero? No, that name is gone and now you are nothing more than a Gigglepig, Dandelion teach him his name."

"Wait! No King Surtr please I-" 

Lazlow was cut off abruptly as Dandelion threw him to the ground and pinned him to the ground.

"No! No! Please no more!"

"Guhuh! Sorry, Gigglepiggy but what the King says to do, I do!" Before Lazlow could sit up Dandelion sat himself atop his chest and faced downward. Lazlow at first braced himself for another rousing performance of "Happy Foot" but the feeling that of fat fingers in the waistband of his smallclothes brought a new level of fear.

"NO, NO, NO!" he screamed as his penis sprung forth erect for all to see. He swallowed hard and his begging turned to babbling without even being touched. If he could see the evil expression upon the grease-painted face of the clown though Lazlow might not even have been able to speak at all. A pair of fingers poked into the sides of his cock at opposite points to essentially pinch it. They stayed completely still yet that was enough to make the man break out in desperate squeals underneath the clown.

"EEEEWEEEHEE! EEWEEHEEE!! DOHOHON'T! PLEEEASE!"

"What's your name then tickle-y boy?"

"I'M GIGGLEPIG! JUST STUPID GIGGLEPIG! PLEASE JUST DON'T OH-OOOOHH OOOOAAHHHGAAWD!!" As soon as he'd said the name Lazlow had been rewarded by his torturer with a long and rough lick that had started at the base of his stomach before traveling through his brambles and right up his erect sex. Despite how much he hadn't wanted it though Lazlow's cock exploded over the clown's face and added even more white to his cheeks. Still, the clown didn't pause for a second and didn't speak until he'd cleaned the man up completely with his tongue. An exhausted Lazlow lay still in the dirt and gasped as the clown took a bow before the Lords of Muspel who clapped at the performance. Surtr said something but at this point, Lazlow couldn't hear anything more over the sound of his own heavy breathing filling his ears. When a pair of guards came and dragged him away to his cell the same stupid grin was on his face all the way when he was thrown upon his bed and the door locked behind him.

He lay there face down on the bed with his face burning until he heard surprising exclamation.

  "Inigo! It's you! Again! How many has that blasted Surtr captured?!"

"Owain please keep your voice down. He doesn't look well and he probably has gone through the same that we did earlier." 

He turned as fast as he could in his broken state to see that now he shared his room with two others. They waved awkwardly and in the gloom eventually, Lazlow was able to recognize them as none other than the younger version of his friend Owain he had seen around Askr as well as a younger version of himself clad in dancer's robes reminiscent of his mothers. Owain stammered at the way his exhausted friends rear hung out over his pulled down smallclothes while his younger self quickly sprung into action and tended to his older self. 

He swiftly pulled the exhausted man's underwear up to give him a semblance of dignity before helping him to the bed and launching into a tirade of questions about who he was and what was going on. So it was that Lazlow found out that Askr's greatest fear had been realized and that Surtr had managed to summon a Hero directly into his clutches which is how Young Inigo had ended up here in the dungeons of Muspel with him.

"Don't worry old friend! I smote Surtr's summoning circle while riding at the head of the horde of darkness! The Mad King was so mad at how I shattered his Sacred Stones that he threw me down here with the younger you he'd already summoned with it. Thank goodness for the information we received from Prince Xander of our Fates might have been sealed."

"Prince Xander is free?!"

"Yes! Like the mighty Shadow Dragon, he struck out at Muspel from within their own court."

"Please if I may? This is all rather trying for me and I'm still not sure I understand. Owain told me a bit of this world but it's hard to tell truth from his usual...theatrics."

At the use of the word all three men winced. Lazlow was too exhausted to move but the thought of his performance with Dandelion caused his guts to clench. Owain and Inigo reacted differently, one clenching his toes and desperately trying to shield one foot with the other while the other simply turned beet-red at the very thought of the clown. Lazlow noticed this and thought if he should ask upon it but seeing the drawn smiley face upon his younger self's midriff told him all he needed to know. "So have you two met-"

"Dandelion yes we're acquainted," Inigo said flatly clearly trying to not talk about it more than necessary. Typically of Owain though any clues were missed and he dove in headfirst.

"Aghhh that guy! I thought it was just fighting until he got me pinned but then he spent about a half hour using my bottom as a puppet and tickling it senseless. I thought I was gonna die when he got to my feet. It was not a great time when he played with my Blazing Blade until I-"

"OWAIN DAMMIT! CAN'T YOU TAKE A HINT?! NOBODY WANTS TO TALK ABOUT THIS!!"

"ACK! S-sorry Inigo and...other Inigo."

"It's alright Owain, just call me Lazlow to avoid confusion."

"Why? I'd always meant to ask about why the you and I at the castle used different names."

"This is really isn't the place to speak on such things Owain and I'm dreadfully tired from my...performance"

"I have so many questions though!" Inigo yelled. "You two act like this is all normal but I've no idea what's going on! Where are we?! Who's Surtr? Why were my nipples just played with by a clown who called me his Gigglepig?!"

The three of them winced at the nickname and noticed that Dandelion was less creative then they'd thought at the red on all of their faces. Lazlow broke the silence though and took a stand before his younger self by planting a finger in his chest. "That's enough Inigo! I understand you have questions but I'm in no mood to answer them while I have a happy face on my foot and the spit of a clown in my ears! I'm going to get some rest and tomorrow we can speak on this. If you truly want to ask questions best of luck with talking to Owain."

"HEY!? What is that supposed to mean?" Both of them spared withering glances at the Hero who sat back down with a sheepish expression of embarrassment.

"Okay, I'll be quiet. You guys go ahead."

  "As such, I am going to rest! I would recommend you two do the same as Surtr more than likely has more planned for us in the morning."

"NO!" Inigo shouted startling his older self as he stood up fuming mad and slapped the accusatory finger away. His more experienced self took a step back but found himself shoved back onto the bed.

"That's not good enough! Where are our friends and family? Where are we? What's going on?! If you won't tell me then I'll make you!” Inigo pinned Lazlow to the bed and shot his fingers into the man's armpits despite his weak struggles.

"AHAHA NOOOHOO NAHAHT AGAHAIN"

"TELL ME WHERE WE ARE!"

"INIGO WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Inigo straddled his other self upon the bed and kept his fingers at work upon the man's armpit hollows while he pressed his question.

"DON'T LIKE IT?! TOO BAD APPARENTLY THIS IS HOW EVERYTHING HAPPENS HERE! NOW TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON!"

"AHAHAHA GEHEHET OFF YOU BRAHAHAT! IS THIHIHIS WHAT YOHOHU THINK WEEHEEE SHOULD BE DOOHINHG!?"

"INIGO STOP YOU'RE ACTING CRAZY!"

Owain tried to pull his friend off of his other self but Inigo turned on him quickly and wrestled him down to the bed as well before diving his fingers into the blondes deep navel. "GAUHUHAAAH!! BY THE RAHAHDIANT DAHAH-DAUHUHA-KNOCK IT OFF YOU JEHEHERK!" Owain yelled as his comrade kept him down with essentially two fingers inside his navel.

"NO! You're JUST AS BAD! YOU'VE BEEN IN HERE LONGER AND I HAVEN'T FIGURED OUT A THING DUE TO YOUR STUPID ACT!"

"IT IS NOT STUPID! HAHAHA IT'S MY BIIHIHRTHRIGHT!" "YOU STILL CAN'T STOP IT?!" Inigo found himself seized from behind by Lazlow and manhandled down onto the bed face down. He tried to sit up but found his more experienced version's boxer-clad rear planted upon the small of his back. His dancers pants were pulled down and he flushed red at the cool air on his bottom before staying red at the feeling of nails raking up and down his backside as Lazlow got revenge.

"Bahahastard!! Stahahp thahat!"

"No! You're acting crazy and even if you are me, I won't stand for it! So you wanna tickle people? Then you made the worst mistake of our life by picking somebody who knows every single one of your worst spots by heart! You should have just listened or picked on Owain instead!"

"Hey!"

"He wouldn't know about this little danger zone right here for example!" Lazlow dug his fingers into the little crevice betwixt Inigo's buttocks and thighs and was rewarded with a snort followed by that same squeal.

"Geeheht off!! EHEHEEWEEHEE! Stoohop! Pleeheese!"

"Now you want to beg? Too late! I just wanted to rest but instead of letting me you decided you wanted to make me play Gigglepig! Well now, who's a tickly piggy? Gootchie, gootchie!" Lazlow leaned forward so that he could dig into the backs of his younger selves knees and tickle his calves with his nails. Inigo pounded his fists on the bed and squealed at the torment but his high pitched "Ewweehee!" squeal just fueled Lazlow more.

Lazlow got sloppy though and in leaning forward had poked his feet out from under him. Inigo seized one of them by the ankle and yanked it up to his face immediately taking it to the next by biting the big toe and making his opponent stop right in his tracks. "Oh nooohoo you triEHEWWEEHEE!! LEEHEHET GOO! Dohohn't!" Lazlow was met with nothing but wet smacking sounds though as his size 14 was pinned to the bed and Inigo's tongue dove in between the toes to curl around them. He tried to cover his mouth and resist but the feeling of Inigo lips upon his pinky toe drove him down into the bed with tears in his eyes.

"G-guys maybe we should c-calm down..."

"SHUT UP OWAIN!" The two yelled in unison.

The break in the attack on his toes though let Lazlow notice a pair of big soft size 14's undefended in front of him and as he pulled them closer he heard his other self squeak in surprise. "T-turnabout is fai-fair play!"

"Wai-wait le-let's talk about th-this!"

Inigo's reasoning was cut off as he felt teeth nibbling at the ball of his foot and let out an unprepared squeal of "EEEWEEHEE!" at the attack. He responded with further biting and tickling at Lazlow's foot driving the torment of his own even further until the two were both shoved off of each red-faced and sweaty. Their wrists were seized and dragged until they were side by side under none other than Owain who proceeded to attack both of their necks with spidery tickles while keeping them pinned.

"Owwahahiin what're yohou doing?!!"

"I'll geeheht you bahahack for this you jehehrk!!"

"You two are acting crazy! If this is what it takes for you two to have some Revelations than so be it!"

"Wohoohuld you shuhuht up?!"

"Lehehet me go Owahahin! He stahahrted it ahahnhyway! Tihihickle him!" Owain pulled the two silver-haired men up into a sitting position with him between them so that he could keep tickling them both equally upon their necks and lecture them further.

"This is just Surtr wants from us don't you see?! What's the only thing that giant pervert of a King wants more than us getting our brains tickled out? Us doing it to ourselves for him!"

"SOHOHO THEN STAHAHAP TICKLING UHUHUS YOU DOHOHORK!!"

"YEEHEHES LEHEHT GO OWAHAHIN!! YOUR NAHAHAT HELPING!"

"I try to help you guys grow up with a big hero speech and you still insult me? Do you forget I remember your spots from when we were little? Like how my cousin Inigo always such terribly ticklish ears!"

Owain shifted his attack and soon had both of Inigo lying across his lap as he scitched their ears until they begged. The two hardened warriors could only flail under the normally goofy man's laser-focused attack on one of their worst spots.

"EEEWWEEEHE!!" They went in unison as in contrast to their tormentor's face which was utterly content at the feeling of the two writhing in his lap. They locked teary eyes for a second and nodded before acting together on one thing that they both did remember from their respective childhoods with him.

"Looks like the Geneology is what I needed to win this Holy War!!" was the last bit of nonsense, Owain Dark managed to spew before both his shoved him over and held him down. He struggled until he felt two pairs of lips press to his stomach, at which he went stone still.

"Wa-wait guys le-let's n-no-not do anything cra-crazy!"

"PBBBBBTT!!" rang through the room as both Inigo and Lazlow blew big fat, lung-emptying raspberries right into Owain's stomach as he kicked and bucked under them.

"GAHAHAHA GUUUHUHYS NOOO!! PLLEEHEESE IHIHIT'S YOOOHOHUR CONQUEST, YOOHOHOU WIIHIHHN!!"

"PBBBBTTPP!!"

"GAUHAHAHA!! PLLEEEHEEASSE!! NOOHOO MORE! LEEHET OUR THREE HOHOUSES KNOW PEEHEEACE!"

"PPPBBTT!!"

"GAHAHUHUA I'M DYYHIHING!! YOOHOHU GUYS WIIHIHN! I'LL STAHAHAP!!"

"APPPBBTT!!"

"EEEWEHHHEE! EWEEEHEE!!"

The two paused over the sweaty red Owain and looked at each other. "Must run in the family. Okay, Inigo now can we talk reasonably?"

Lazlow's plea for sanity went unheard though as Inigo pulled down Owain's trousers and smallclothes to leave his erect cock standing between the two of them. Lazlow's eyes lingered on it before he turned back to Inigo just in time to see the deviant seize him by the ankle.

Lazlow shut his eyes and braced for more tickling but instead found the sole of his foot gently placed against something warm. He opened them to see an annoyed Inigo with his arms folded proffering his own foot forward until it was touching Lazlow's. Between the two's feet wad none other than the cock of the mighty Owain Dark who watched this happening and didn't struggle.

  "You're so stupid Owain but I must admit it's in an entertaining way. The calling us cousins thing is really off-putting though. Just cause Princess Lissa asked all of us to call her Aunt doesn't mean that we're all related. So other me what do you think? Has the warrior of shadows here earned a great reward such as this?"

"Oh, gods now you talk like him, Inigo? Please other me try and grow up just a tad?"

"Ahhh but the voices of the fallen speak to me Lazlow! They cry out for me to solve this Mystery of the Emblem!"

Inigo struck Owain's signature pose to mock the swordmaster and looked back at the man who groaned at the insult. "You're not even doing it right! You've gotta be louder and say things more naturAAAAHHHHIHH!! AHH AHH OHHH!!"

At his criticism, both Lazlow and Inigo had pouted and begun rubbing their feet up and down with his sacred blade between them. To Owain who's most sensitive area was sandwiched between a pair of gorgeous and soft size 14's belonging to not just one of the man who he'd been enamored with since childhood but to two of him, it was as if he was being down a soft and warm tunnel of absolute heaven dick first. He collapsed into groans and nonsensical yells of how the Sacred Twins were playing with his Sacred Stones. The two silver-haired dancers locked eyes as they felt the meat pulsing through their soles.

"So Inigo will this help you calm down? Doing exactly what the enemy wants? You know Surtr is watching this somehow and having a laugh after all."

"Yet I don't see you stopping Lazlow? You getting used to performing as well? I see Dandelion picks his partners well."

"Yes, well it is as mother would always say. The show must go on. Even here she would say that entertainment is entertainment and that one shouldn't begrudge the show for it."

"Ahhh my mother wasn't quite as wise."

They both jumped at the scream of "THHRRRAAAACCCIIIAA!!!" from Owain and felt the warm liquid spreading over their soles as the blonde erupted between them. Lazlow smiled down at his friend but found the wind knocked out of him as Inigo once again tackled him down onto the bed. He smiled as Inigo restrained his arm and chided his younger self instead this time. "So you've made peace with how this is all a show for Surtr?"

"I have. It's just as Dandelion said. We must give King Surtr a show as we break in the new meat."

"What?!” Lazlow found his other arm grabbed and turned to see the still drooling Owain grabbing ahold of his other arm. The two younger heroes took one arm each and nuzzled in close under them before trailing their fingers up Lazlow's bare chest as he struggled.

"Dandelion said he needed us to get the new member of our acting troupe all motivated before our show tomorrow. So we were just helping you loosen up a skosh."

"You're helping that monster?" Lazlow spat as he tried to squirm loose of the two turncoats the banging of the cell door being thrown open rang through the room as Dandelion strode in with each step accompanied by a squeak.

"No my Gigglepiggie they're obeying their master! Guhuh!" Lazlow turned frantic as he watched the eyes of Owain and Inigo dull at the clown's words. They bounced excitedly at the sight of him trained dogs with giant goofy smiles on their faces.

"Master it feels like it's been 776 years since we saw you! Ohhh pleeeeeease, tickle us! By the dark lords of shadow please we want to be tickled so bad!"

"Yes, please! Manhandle us and make us squeal master! This horrid man barely tickled us at all!"

"Inigo? Owain?! Bastard what have you done to them?!"

"Why nothing that hasn't been done to you my Grumpy Gigglepig! Guhuh! These are happy Gigglepigs! They're so greedy for giggles that they loved the idea of helping me break you in!"

Behind Dandelion was the Princess Laegjarn who smiled at the sight of the three men entangled in each other before her. "Is this all Dandelion? You promised me a private show with your newest piggie!"

"Why yes of course Princess! Guhuh! I'd never disappoint such a good girl! Go on and get snug! Heads up boys, PIGS IN A BLANKET!"

  With a running leap, Princess Laegjarn came down on top of the three men and wasted no time in scrabbling her fingers all over Lazlow's pectorals and relishing his laughter. While she did this Dandelion went to one side of the bed and began rolling the blankets over the squirming pile of Gigglepig's until the four were bound up snug as bugs in a rug together with their cheeks pressed against each other. Inigo and Owain chewed on Lazlow's ears and moaned into them as inside they explored his ribs, chest, and back with their fingernails. Laegjarn meanwhile crushed her lips against his and in between chasing his tongue around his mouth pumped air into the struggling dancer's lungs to keep him feeling all the stimulation.

A gloved hand pinched the Princesses cheek and made her dulled eyes wince as Dandelion beamed at the sight.

"Such a good girl you are now Miss! Guhuh! And to think not too long ago your father sent you down into the pit with me to help you get your head on straight. Oh, the funny jokes you kept saying those first few days. "This isn't right!" and "My fathers gone mad!" but after a few games of this little piggy with your new friend Dandelion you were such a good girl!"

Laegjarn broke the kiss with the red-faced Lazlow and nodded eagerly at the praise a thin trail of drool connected her lips with Lazlow's and before it could even break the hungry mouth of Owain had taken it up with a cry of "MIIIRAGGE!"

"Yes, Dandelion! I'm so glad my father sent me to you to learn to be a better princess! Thank you for all your help!"

"Ohh your too kind Princess! Feel around inside their my cute wolf and you'll find some presents I left you!"

An expression of concentration crossed over the Princesses face. "AIIIEEHHEWEEE!!" The three heroes screeched.

"BALLOON ANIMALS! Dandelion you're the best!"

"Ooh, Princess you are too kind! Enjoy your pigs in a blanket I'm just gonna go visit with some friends of mine.” The two Inigo's and Owain squealed as a wet spot in the blanket began to spread as Dandelion took a seat at the foot of the bed and unwrapped his friends.

"Well take a look at all those Happy Feet! Hi y'all wanna see my new quill?"

And so the next day King Surtr thrilled at the antics of Dandelion the Clown and his Three Little Gigglepig's as they were chased around by the wolf of the day who would hold them down and tickle the Gigglepig's brains out until the sunset. All while dreaming of the private show he'd have with the stars later and smacking his lips at the taste of the actor's he'd explore tonight

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Sothe, Stolen Away.

Sothe held his breath as the two passed, crouched in the bushes like this he was hard enough to see but he had seen enough in life to know that even small things mattered. He watched the two Muspellian mages pass and his grip tightened on his dagger, Peshkatz and for a second he thought of killing both of them. The sound of beating wings above him though stopped him though as a woman covered in feathers landed behind the two. The harpy had large wings rather than arms and as she bent over to place whatever she held in her mouth before the two, Sothe got a good look at her wicked looking talons. The two mages investigated the branch she'd brought them and noticed a scrap of fabric hanging from it that had caught the monster's attention. Sothe had to strain his eyes to make it out but when he recognized it as part of his own pants, he swore under his breath at the rookie mistake he'd made. The Harpy immediately rounded about and began to search the forest at the sound and he realized his brand new folly. He aimed his dagger carefully and let it fly before taking off right behind it.

The monster beat its wing to try and desperately get airborne to deal with its challenges but Peshkatz embedding itself in its chest knocked the creature to the ground and as the thief pulled it free, the twisting of the blade finished it. The mages pulled up their tomes and readied their serpents and thunder spells but Sothe knocked one's weapon away and stabbed the other one before he could speak. He knelt upon the back of the other and set about to extracting information from him at the tip of his knife. In due time the mage revealed where it was that he was looking for. After his harrowing escape from Surtr's clutches, Prince Xander had revealed a number of secrets that he'd been able to wrest from Surtr with the help of the Princess Laegjarn who was none too happy with her father's ways. Before she'd been exposed she'd left details on Surtr's hidden summoning circles in Xander's hands but he'd lost them while attempting an escape through one of Surtr's testing grounds.

Apparently, this area was for Surtr to gauge the abilities of his newly summoned tickle monsters while Loki thought of applications for them. Apparently, one particularly strong one had forced Xander to lose the book on his way back to Askr. Finding that book was what Sothe was here to do and he'd fought not just to get in here but just to be allowed on this mission. The Askran Royalty had been against the whole operation at first and Micaiah had constantly badgered him with questions on why it had to be him to do this. "There are better to do this" She'd said, he knew there weren't. "You don't know it's still there" That was true but they needed to try. "You might not come back." That one he had to give her. 

Muspel's power grew with every member of the Order that fell to it but the biggest fear was new heroes not even coming to the Order but instead being summoned straight into Surtr's hands. It hadn't happened yet as far as they knew but to make sure Sothe would risk his life to stop Surtr from getting any stronger. Even now when he and Micaiah embraced they had to be careful due to how unbearably ticklish they'd both become. She'd always been a little ticklish on her feet and hips, something that Sothe had exploited once or twice but he himself had never been ticklish at all before. Now though with Surtr's power growing even the normally stern, Sothe was giggling when he was touched the wrong way and it was nothing he was fond of.

He stepped over the fallen enemies and saw the hole right where Xander had described it. It stood out quite a bit in a flat field such as this and he could see how the Prince could have had problems with it. Sitting in the middle of this field was a deep crater in the earth. The ground around it had clearly been upset and there were even a few trees sticking sideways out the sloping ground into this pit. As Sothe drew closer he felt uneasiness growing in his stomach at the strangeness of the place, Xander said he'd fallen in the pit and aside from the annoyance of getting out been no worse for wear. 

How had this been made Sothe wondered, and for what purpose? He peered inside and could make just make out the red of the book on a rock towards the bottom of this cone of earth. He adjusted his scarf and set to carefully climbing down inside to retrieve it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw some of the rocks inside the pit seemingly move on their own and his hand went instinctively to the dagger at his hip. Had the rocks had merely fallen on their own? Sothe's trained eyes swept about looking for any sign of trouble but after staying completely still for almost ten minutes with no signs of anything he finally relented that maybe it had been the wind and moved on. He started to climb down towards a rock that looked stable enough to support him when he saw something slide by in the dirt by hand. He stabbed at it with his dagger but saw it was nothing but an earthworm. “I'm far too on edge”, he thought, Jumping at sounds like a rabbit.

He went back to climbing resolving to stop making a fool of himself here and trying to remember this path to get out when the earthworm returned and slid over his fingers. He didn't flinch and instead watched it go in between his digits with a kind of curiosity. He'd always been interested in bugs as a young boy but Micaiah had hated them in typical girly fashion and so he'd never really gotten to play with them like other boys due to the two of them being forced to grow up far too fast. He watched the little pink thing curl around his finger and turned up the corner of his mouth in what resembled a smile for him. 

When it slid along his palm though a much more traditional smile crept in as the handsome rogue started to chuckle and slide through the dirt due to his slackening grip. He instinctively flicked the insect away and felt bad about hurting the little thing. The poor little creature bounced off the dirt however and came right back at Sothe landing on his exposed stomach off the ricochet, confused and not used to the light the little creature went for the nearest dark and warm place it could sense regardless of how small it may be. This happened to be Sothe's navel and as the creature invaded it he went wild. He lost his grip and began sliding down through the dirt on his back as he tried to catch the horrible little thing squirming around in his navel but he'd never been tickled like this before and just would laugh even harder as his fingers tried to invade his own bellybutton.

 Just the feeling of the leather of his fingerless gloves had him squealing to the point where all he was doing was slapping at his own stomach as he fell deeper into this pit giggling like a small boy. Thankfully the dirt was soft here so as the increasingly dirty lad fell deeper in he sustained no harm from it and could just laugh his head off in peace. The hero rolled and regretted his signature crop top as the little bugger finally dislodged itself from his navel and squirmed into the ground unaware of what had just happened. Sothe simply lay at the very bottom of the pit and tried to regain control of his breathing. He thought of how Micaiah or even Ike would have reacted to seeing him in such a pathetic shape and blushed hotly at the sheer embarrassment of it. He felt an arm around his waist and panicked, reaching for his Peshkatz but found his hand simply slapped away and the dagger yanked from his waist roughly. He looked up into the face of a handsome man he didn't recognize but who beamed down at him.

"Wonderful you have arrived King Surtr said that they would send somebody for me to play with but I must say you certainly took your time. You are quite the tasty thing though so I will forgive you."

Sothe looked over the strange creature and realized this was no man. He had the face of one but his lower body was scaled and protruded from the ground with no sign of where it ended, the arm holding Sothe still was thick but not rough and as it pulled him closer to the monster he didn't resist. Even as the creature put his cheek to Sothe's and rubbed the two together he found his body sluggish.

  "When I first arrived here I had so many questions about your species. I'm not able to travel outside of my nest so when I do get a visitor I'm ever so fascinated them. Are you just a small human or is King Surtr just large? I think I prefer your size of a human, is that fur on King Surtr's face normal or is he strange? Could you be a juvenile? Oh, I have so many questions but I want to get to the studying so badly."

"Studying?" Sothe asked fearfully, finally snapping from his daze and realizing his situation. His long legs began kicking at the dirt as he tried to wriggle free from the monster's grip but found the arm around his waist tight.

"Fascinating, Are you panicking at the moment? King Surtr did say that you might due to the unfamiliar setting and face. Here let me do what he said to calm you down."

A finger slid along gently over Sothe's exposed midriff and the reaction was instant. Instead of struggling the lad doubled over and tried to fend off the invader frantically. This exposed his back though and with the exposed nature of his outfit, he soon found a finger sliding up his spine and driving him stock straight back up.

"You are silly creatures, you humans. Surtr said that you do love to be touched but that the pleasure will drive you to madness. Such an odd trait for a species that seems to be counterproductive if not cruel. To force you to run from something that causes such pleasure could it be anti-predator?"

The creature mused on as Sothe resumed his wriggling towards freedom with new vigor. He did not enjoy the tickling but he saw trying to explain that to a monster who was holding him prisoner to be a useless effort. The way that the creature was slowly sinking back into the earth was also extremely worrying for him and only spurred him further in his attempt to escape. He was slowly getting free but in exchange, his trousers were sliding down something which his captor noticed.

"Oh?! Are you shedding? Does your species do that? Let me see!"

The monster pulled Sothe into a sitting position on it's lower half and ignoring the Zephyr's flailing resistance began to investigate his trousers. Pulling at them and adjusting them before gasping at how they slid down as Sothe escaped from both them and the monsters grasp.

"Oh! Did I hurt you? I am truly sorry if I did! I was just curious you see and I've never played with something like you."

Sothe grunted at the freedom before turning and running up the pit. He'd always been agile but still after a few steps found himself slowed to a crawl by the terrain. It had been much easier for him to get down into this place.

"DAMN IT!!" he yelled finally breaking his silence as he scrabbled in frustration for purchase in the loose earth. He was only a few feet up the pit wall but a nervous glance behind him revealed his captor entranced by his shed trousers as he rummaged through the pockets and folds. It fingered the materials in investigation and stopped to wave at him when it noticed him watching it.

"Hello!" it said with the brightest of smiles on its face as he desperately tried to scramble up through the dirt.

"Are you trying to leave?" he asked as Sothe continued to ignore him. He got a small amount of leverage finally and managed to get further than he had before. He wasn't fond of having been stripped down to his boxers but at least they were giving him some extra mobility. Suddenly, the feeling of something slimy on his thigh had him break his silence again as Sothe broke out in childish giggles again. He slapped at the earthworms sliding over his sensitive skin as he slid and tumbled back down through the dirt before finally coming to a stop. The little creatures wiggled back into the dirt as the monster picked him up by armpits and sat him in its lap once more. Sothe lashed out at the creature but it did so little that the monster didn't even seem to notice it. Instead, it fingered the material of his scarf before it pulled off the rogue's neck and began to study that as well.

"Interesting so this is a covering as well. Do your people wear so many because of this "ticklishness" or is it simply you alone? King Surtr wore quite abit of coverings as well does that mean that he is also ticklish? Could I ask him? Is that something I can ask your people about?

Sothe hissed in frustration at the tangent the creature was on before looking for a way out again through the sloped earth. He saw a broken tree that seemed just in range of him and breaking free again jumped to snag one of its branches that he thought could hold his weight. He pulled himself up towards the branches when the ground shot up behind the tree, scattering dirt over him. He ignored the monsters childish mudslinging and focused instead on climbing until he felt the attacks true purpose. Within the hollows of his armpits, he felt that same damn wriggling wetness squirming around and he lost his grip in an instant. He fell back to the floor of the pit and rolled ad he slapped at the worms wiggling before once again rolling back to the monster.

"Ahh back again? Apologies but I may not let you leave. I had hoped that you would tire yourself out but you seem to just be a ball of energy. King Surtr will be back to get you but I must confess I don't know when. Would you like to chat while we wait?"

"Please...let me go...I can't be captured here...I need to return...To Micaiah. I need to protect her." Sothe panted as the worms fell back to the dirt and tunneled away.

"Is Micaiah a place? Your home perhaps? Do not feel sad little one, I am sure you will see it again."

"What?! What did they say about Micaiah? Are they after her as well?! Dammit, let me out of here!"

"Ah, so Micaiah is a person."

"The book? That's nonsense she wasn't interested in it at all until...I said I'd get...it."

"You look as if you've realized something new friend. Please tell me what it is. I'm ever so curious."

"BLAST YOU! LET ME OUT OF HERE!"

  Sothe ran full tilt at the wall and jumped with all the strength in his lanky frame. He easily snagged the tree branch this time. He pulled himself up and got to his feet despite the tree's shaking beneath him. Scanning around him for somewhere else to go to he spotted a rock that seemed closer than he remembered, nevertheless it was in the range of a stump that looked to be useful as a climbing base. He braced to jump to it but the tree suddenly shook again and almost threw him off. His breath raced as he leaped to the rock but he barely made it to them and had to scramble to get a footing.

"Hello! Back again?"

Sothe nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of the creature again behind him and lost his balance atop the rock. He tumbled backward right into the lap of the monster who smiled warmly at him again. Sothe looked around and saw he was once again at the bottom of the pit right next to the monster. The tree was on its side and the rock he'd been perched only a foot away from where he'd started.

  "As I said, I simply cannot let you go. There's too much to learn. To start with how about you tell me your name my interesting friend?"Sothe tried to twist free of the beast but found his waist securely in the creature's grip. His resistance was met with some squeezes of his hips which in return got...

"BAHAHAhaha stop that!"

"Very interesting. Will I have to do this constantly to get you to speak to me? I will if I must. Cootchie,cootchie human!"

"AHAHHAHAOKAHAHYY!! Stahahap. Stop, please. We can talk! Just don't tickle me!"

"Mmm no, I'm afraid. We will talk and I will tickle you. The amount is what is up for discussion in this experiment.”

"Experiment?"

"Yes, I want to see what the purpose of this ticklishness of yours is."

"T-to em-embarrass me it seems."

"Inconclusive. Now tell me your name."

"I-I am Sothe. I'm just a simple rogue who protects Micaiah. You can't keep me here like this, I need to leave!"

"There we go now, establishing a dialogue is the first step in our friendship Sothe."

"We aren't friends, you just called me an experiment."

"Yes, a true friend would be needed for an experiment like this. Now my name is Sadeth, Sothe. Now we know each other's names."

Sothe bolted again but was tripped on a hole in the ground that opened up right before his eyes. He felt a hand close around his booted ankle and used an old trick from his days as a young thief on the streets. He slipped right out of the shoe leaving it in Sadeth's grip as he sprinted away in one boot and one socked foot. He leaped at the pit wall again but saw the ground moving back towards the center of the point where a miffed Sadeth pouted. The very ground beneath him surged back to the monster who seemed to determined to humiliate him and waste his time while Surtr plotted against his childhood friend.

 He used all his strength to jump to another rock just as the ground spouted another rain of wiggly worms right where he would have been a second ago. The rock started to tumble back to Sadeth as Sothe jumped down off of it and went back to running. This time though the worms popped up right in front of him and he took the cloud of wiggly, tickly invertebrates full. The slimy little buggers got everywhere, behind his ears, into his armpits and back down into his delectable navel causing the determined rogue to collapse again and shriek in laughter as the moving ground carried him back again to Sadeth. He was hoisted up by his wrists by Sadeth who pouted as he brushed off the creepy crawlies from his new friend.

"I want to be mad about that but it's presented such a new and exciting concept about your kind.

The recovering Sothe was flipped over onto his belly and after a second of Sadeth watching the lads tight rear, his ankles were seized. Sothe swallowed as he believed he knew what the next step in this study was but kept quiet to try and preserve the little dignity he had left here as Sadeth examined his socked foot.

  "Fascinating, it's like a set of lower hands but more designed towards mobility. Is the skin this soft or..."

Sothe felt a finger slide along his ankle and clapped his hands over his mouth to muffle his giggles. It hooked itself into his sock and slowly began to peel it off his size 11 tender foot as the rogue fidgeted on his belly across the monster's lap. When the thin sock came free Sothe's long toes flexed and reached as if they could pull it back to protect them while Sothe snickered into his hands at the stimulation. When a pair of fingers pinched his index toe though had he not been held firmly by the creature he felt as if he would leap right out of his skin. Instead though when his movement was felt he was pulled even more snugly into the creature's grasp as it studied his toes.

"Hmm now, what are these for? Like the digits of a hand but lacking the prehensile nature somewhat and far too sensitive to be used for much. From an evolutionary standpoint these seem useless they cannot even bend to clean or scratch at themselves."

While the monster voiced its thoughts aloud Sothe was fighting with all his might to keep from shrieking for mercy from its inquisitive nature. As it tapped its fingers in the spaces between his toes he pulled at his hair and felt tears begin to prick in the corners of his eyes. His pants were long gone however his underwear was getting quite tight and he prayed to any gods that were listening for Sadeth not to notice and make it his next experiment. The monster brought the foot up closer to its face and took a smell of it. There was something to it, an odor that wasn't unpleasant but rather... intriguing. Sadeth's tongue came out and before he knew it-

"EHHHUUAHHHAHA!! NOHOOOHOO NOHOHOT THAHAHAT!!" Sothe begged as he felt the monster's tongue drag up along his long sole. He pounded his fists and struggled but Sadeth kept him still as he pulled the lad's toes apart and forced his tongue into the sensitive forest between them. Sothe struggled to try and get away until Sadeth clucked his tongue in annoyance and snapped his fingers.

The ground around the two of them erupted. The two were suddenly surrounded by a ring of writhing squirming worms which covered the ground around them. Sadeth frustratedly ripped off the remaining shoe from Sothe's foot and plucked off the sock as well. He tossed both away and taunted the now barefoot hero.

  "Do you still wish to run my friend? I'm sure my little friends down there would love to experiment on this nice body of yours. You don't seem to be struggling as much anymore? Are they sore now? I suppose you'd best just calm down then so I don't drop you. Now let us chat my friend Sothe. Tell me about these wonderful little parts of you."

"What?"

"What are these called my friend?"

Sadeth dragged a finger along tracing the shape of Sothe's shapely arch as he waited for an answer. Not out of malice but once again curiosity it watched fascinated as the toes flexed and curled in response to the stimuli.

"N-nohoho! Leeheeve my foot alohohne!"

"They are called foot? Interesting. This bend in the center causes you great joy when I stroke along it. To the point where you are incapacitated it would seem." Sothe's foot was held still by one of Sadeth's hands while the other poked randomly into his arch to illustrate his points.

"Does your species ALL-"

"HAHAHAstahahp!!"

"-enjoy this kind of thing or ARE-

"DOHOHON'T!"

"-just strange my friend SOTHE?"

"I DOHOHON'T LIKE THIS! I HAHAHTE IT!! STAHAHP!"

"That doesn't seem right. When I am happy I laugh is it different for YOU?!"

"I'M NAHAHAT LAHAHUGHING BY CHOHOICE!"

"I see, this must be the REASON-"

"GAHagha pleeheese no!"

-you wore such hard coverings over them. It's quite the WEAKNESS-"

"HAHAHA I'M NAHAHAT WEEHEEHEEAK!"

"-these are. Now let us try a different area. This hard portion at the BOTTOM-" "NAHAHT THERE!"

would logically be for combat but given how VULNERABLE-"

"PLEEHEESEE NAHAHT THE HEHEEEEL!"

"-it is that wouldn't seem to BE-"

"PAHAHAHLEEASE STOP!"

"-the case. What did you call THIS-"

"HEEHEEEL! A HEEL! A HEHEHEEL DAHAMN YOHOHOU!"

"No need to be rude you know."

Sothe felt his feet released and pulled up to a sitting position. Suddenly the world shifted beneath him and he was on his smarting rear in the dirt with a smug Sadeth beaming at him. The creature had slithered down deep into the earth until it's considerable size had been reduced to where it could almost be mistaken for human at a distance. Sadeth busied himself with digging a hole while Sothe scanned about for a chance to escape. He looked down though and saw that this had been planned for. The ring of squirming, writhing worms from before had moved, to the point where he could stretch a and lay down on the dirt, but not much else. He sat down and brooded as he wished he'd listened to Micaiah. The one time the girl just had to be right was this? Now he was the chew toy of a tickle happy roach that was using him for an anatomy lesson until Surtr came to take him as a trophy.

"Okay, we're ready for the next experiment. Sothe if you would come over and take a seat, please. Place your foots inside of here and we can begin."

"M-my feet!? What?"

"You continue to try and run away so now we're going to have to be more careful. I will continue to ask you questions but now you will be restrained for your own safety."

"Wha-what?! For my own safety?! That's bullshit! If you care about my safety than just let me leave!!"

"I will say again that King Surtr asked me to keep whoever came to get that book here until he returned. So no I will not be allowing you to leave. However, I am concerned for your safety if you continue to try and escape the way you have. So please place your feet in here so that I may rest easy."

"No way I'm going to do that!"

"Fine then."

The words from Sadeth dripped with malice and with barely a flicker in his expression Sothe saw the ring of wriggly, squirmy worms start to close in around him. Soon he was pressing against Sadeth while straddling the pit and feeling the thrashing worms start to come so close to his ticklish toes. "He sweated as he looked up at Sadeth with a pleading look only to be met with indifference. A worm was thrown free of the melee and landed on top of one of his feet forcing him to quickly bend down and flick it away. He lost his balance though and waved his arms comically as he prepared to go face first into the worm pile until he felt a finger slide down the back of his smallclothes and hold him back. He looked back to see Sadeth with a questioning look on his face.

. "Well?"

Sothe nodded frantically was relieved to see the worms begin to retreat back into the earth. He was picked up under the legs by Sadeth while his other supported him in a princess carry. He could see the monster aiming him at the hole and tried to distract it with idle conversation.

"H-how do you control those worms like that?"

"Worms? Oh those, so that's what they're called. I don't control them any more than I do you. I simply shepherd enough of them with my lower parts to the surface to the point where they push each other up like that. An effective trick for a troublemaker like you but that continues to make me wonder how your species lives with this ticklishness to the point where such insignificant little things can hinder you."

"Lower parts? There's more of you? How much?!"

Sadeth chuckled as he placed Sothe upon the ground and guided the lad's feet into the hole where the ground immediately collapsed atop them. He watched the future king of Daien try to pull his feet free to no avail and chuckled before sidling up next to him. Enjoying how he couldn't move away as he walked a pair of fingers up his arm and continued.

"Quite a bit more my handsome guinea pig. Why what you see before me is less than a tenth of my whole person. This whole pit is in fact crisscrossed with my various appendages and tentacles. All those little bursts of earth were me.”

 Sothe was barely listening as his knees strained to try and pull his ankles free of the hole in the earth. The dirt roiled before him and to his horror, he could see something just below it moving. Inside the earth though he could feel it. Something rough and slimy dragged itself idly under his feet causing him to giggle nervously, whatever it was, it felt thicker than his leg and he swallowed as Sadeth drew him up into a hug from behind.

The creature placed it's chin on his shoulder and sighed in pure contentment. "Finally we can be at peace for my experiments my friend. Now let us see these extra fingers of yours. What are they for?"

"Extra wh-"

Before Sothe could finish his query he felt something slimy wiggling between his toes. It felt the same as the large object from earlier but smaller and much more dextrous.

"AHAHAHAHA GEHEHET OHOHUT OF THERE!!"It was joined by more appendages but whom all felt different. One that fiddled with his left baby toe and bent it back forth felt as if it was made of the softest and fluffiest down he'd ever felt.

"They don't seem to have the same range of movement as your other fingers."

Another strange appendage felt as if it had a pointed fingernail at the end. This one busied itself by excavating just under Sothe's right middle toe and seemed to count as it jabbed it's way up. Sothe frantically clawed at the dirt in front of him to try and free himself until Sadeth seized him by the wrists and folded them neatly into his lap.

"Shhh, friend this is in the name of discovery. They're not long enough to be used for gripping it seems either."

Sothe felt something that he would later describe as "a bumpy living rope that seemed to exist just to make me scream and apologize for everything bad I've ever done ever" constrict his big toes together. It throbbed with life as looped around his peds and sped up with dragging itself between them. He turned and buried his face into the chest of Sadeth as he frantically tried to plead for mercy but instead only managed to make funny honking sounds through his laughter.

  "Hmm, the hypothesis that they were used for balancing is a dead end. Much too sensitive for that. Hmm, the double-layered coverings should have been a give away for that in hindsight. There, there guinea pig we're almost done."

"AHhahaHahlmohoHOHOst?!"

"Yes, yes almost hmmm perhaps mating purposes?"

Before Sothe could even process the words, something warmer than even the dirt his feet were submerged in consumed the index toe of his left foot. It pulled upon the wiggly digit and prodded it with a smaller appendage concealed inside that resembled a tongue. Playing along the sensitive stem and down the top.

"Ah-ha" exclaimed Sadeth upon seeing the tears streaming down Sothe's cheeks. Are these used in your mating rituals? Is this sensitivity due to the fact that this is, in fact, an erogenous zone for your kind?"

Sothe could say nothing as he'd lapsed into soundless laughter into Sadeth's chest. This caused the monster to simply assume he was right and prepare for the next step.

The various horrible tickly things withdrew and Sothe pleaded that they'd never return. He didn't struggle as Sadeth took him by the chin and gingerly turned him away, cooing into his ear and rubbing his tired shoulders. Despite his situation, he actually started to relax here in Sadeth's arms and start to sink into actual comfort. He realized quickly though that he was actually just sinking into the ground as now everything below his knees was sunken into Sadeth's domain. Before he could panic though something rough that felt almost sudsy stroked up his left calf, then another one on his right, then both at the same time. In seconds it was as if he was in the most luxurious bath he could've imagined. In Sothe's mind, he could almost feel something like a soft cloth go down his calf and begin to scrub at his sole. He giggled lightly and dug in deeper as Sadeth held him tightly and whispered in his ear.

"What does it feel like to you? What are you imagining now?" came a voice from somewhere far away. Sothe paid it no mind, He'd escaped the trap and brought the book back to Askr. Now he lounged in a heavenly foot bath in the arms of his beloved Micaiah. The water was warm and he thought to himself how he wished he could go deeper. He shrugged off the taller creature than he remembered Micaiah and scooched forward into what was suddenly a tub to him. It wasn't until he was waist deep and he felt something dragging away his smallclothes that he woke from this daze.

"Fascinating, what did it make you see?"

Sothe was now waist deep in the hole and panicking. "Wh-what happened?! Where did Micaiah go?! How am I back here?!"

"The Micaiah again hmmm. So did the hallucinogen let you think you had escaped to the Micaiah?"

"The what?! What did you do?"

"An imperceptible little prick to you to make you a bit calmer as we play. Normally this would be used to consume something but I am far more interested in learning here. Now let us see to these new parts. This is springy and tight yet oddly cute what do you call it?"

Beneath the earth in his new jail and hard smack came down across Sothe's newly disrobed rear. He jumped at the touch and stayed there as the hard limb came back to explore.

"That-that is called my bottom...stop...please..."

"Fascinating. Is the shape for something?"

The tentacle was hard and as it constricted Sothe's rear it made him gasp. However when the feathery tentacle from earlier returned and began to play over his rump. "AHH, I dohohohn't know!!"

"Hmmm and this bottom of yours? Is it ticklish?"

Sothe could swear that now there were fingers dancing over his jiggling rear beneath the ground. They pulled his cheeks apart and allowed the feather to dance between them and over his sensitive opening as well. He beat at the ground as if he could hurt it with his frustration.

"YEHEHES!! YEHEHES IT'S VERY TICKLISH!!"

"Ahh good to know. Now, these are knees yes?" To punctuate his point the tentacles poked into the backs of them.

"AHH YES! YES, THEY ARE!!"

"I learned that from some of those guards that Surtr left. They tried to help me learn a bit. Shame what happened to them."

"I'M SOHOHORRY! STAHAHP!! PLEEEHEESE I'M SORRY!"

"Ohh you are sweet. Let's give you kisses."

Suddenly a swarm of what felt like lips assaulted Sothe in every single spot. His toes each felt like they were given the attention of the rosiest and fullest lips in the world. His knees felt the pecks as well but in rapid fire and his calves twitched and shuddered as the kisses to them lingered to suck upon the skin. When they reached his bare thighs though the reaction was explosive and got Sadeth's attention.

"Oooh now, what are these? The skin is so smooth yet I can feel the muscles beneath with even the lightest touch. Mmm, these are just wonderful."

His taunting was punctuated by a thin tentacle dragging itself along Sothe's thighs. It was a gentle touch and it moved slowly but its reaction on the handsome hero was obvious. His normally stern face twisted in an expression of forced hilarity by these light touches. His lips were turned into a smile that he clapped his hands over to hide while he squirmed in the dirt and sank slowly into.

"Oooh, what are these called Sothe? Please tell me! They're my favorite so far!"

"Th-those ar-are m-m-my thi-IHIHI-THIHIHGHSS!!! THOSE AREN'T WHERE TOHOHUNGES GOOOHOO!!" Sure enough tongues or at least things that felt close enough poured in between Sothe's trapped legs to devastate his thigh's from all angles. The Zephyr felt like he sat atop a drill made of wriggling, dripping tongues that were just pushing up. When a few went too far up the thigh though the reaction was immediate.

Sothe tensed up for a second and arched his back before collapsing in the dirt with his face as red as a tomato. In his head, he pictured the white he'd just released seeping through the dirt and burned with embarrassment, how low he'd been brought by Sadeth. He didn't even have the strength left to resist as he felt himself being gently pulled further into the ground. He was in up to his ribs by the time Sadeth started prodding and bothering him again.

"Are you hurt? That seemed as if it hurt which was not my intention. Was the discharge from your lower organ intentional or did I trigger something during my exploration? I meant no physical harm. What was that reaction?"

"N-no-no m-m-mor-more"

The exhausted Sothe couldn't raise his voice above barely a whisper but it seemed as if Sadeth understood what he was trying to communicate. The creature embraced what was left of Sothe's upper body and a ran a hand through his short brown hair reassuringly.

"There, there. I see you are tired but I'm sure King Surtr will be along anytime now to take you to your new home. I have heard nothing but great things about the palace from his servants. A life of silk sheets, warm baths, and nice clothes await you so please do bear with me while we experiment until he arrives. Clearly, this lower horn of yours is an erogenous zone of an even higher level than any of your others I've explored so we'll leave that for now. This stomach of yours is very tempting though so let's research it.”

The dirt was up to Sothe's armpits now and to his horror, he felt small thin tentacles capture his wrists and begin to pull them down now. He struggled against this as Sadeth grew annoyed at his queries being ignored and decided to take things into his own hands. Sothe felt strong fingers dig into his sides and begin dancing causing him to break back into laughter.

"Nohoho mohohore!!"

"Then tell me. How does your species live with such small stomachs? The amount of movement you do suggests a much greater amount of food than this could hold for that!!"

Tentacles in the dirt began to stroke up Sothe's belly as if they could find hidden secrets. They all felt different to the lad, some knobbly, some soft and that felt just like a hand began to probe around by his belly button. It pinched the small opening tight and inserted a finger inside to scratch around at the bottom. "Is this part of it? Some sort of indent that suggests a feeding tube?"

"GEHHHET OOUHUT OF THEHEHERE!!"

"Oh? Have I maybe found another good spot for the tickles that Sothe loves so much?"

"I DOOHOOHOO NAHAHT!"

"Then why haven't you run away? Instead you simply stay here and soak up these tickles while waiting for King Surtr like a good little tickle slut."

"I AHAHAM NAHAT!! I CAHAHAN'T GEHET AWAHAY!!"

"Can't you? When was the last time you tried? You seem quite content to simply lay back and let me use you as a playground. Try escaping then mister rebellious."

Sothe was up to his armpits now but still, he obliged Sadeth's goading and tried to wiggle free from the dirt. To his horror, though all this did was accelerate his sinking into the dirt until now the was left of the lads striking figure was his head with everything below his chin below ground and at Sadeth's mercy. Sothe's eyes screwed shut at the obvious trap and how he'd fallen for it before sputtering between sobs at the hopeless situation and laughter at the relentless torment from underground. A new set of tentacles had discovered his ribs and these wet appendages slithered between them the nubs and bumps running along the skin perfectly rubbing into his poor ribs to drive him up the wall.

"MAHAHHY RIHIHIBIES! STAHAHAP PLEEHEEASE SAHAHDEEHETH YOHOHOUR KIHIHLLING MEEHEE!"

He felt the hot breath from behind as his captor had sunk down into the ground to the point where they were level once again. Normally his ear being chewed on like Sadeth was doing now would have him in fits but there was just so much going on that all he could was bray hoarse laughter even as Sadeth's main hands reached around him and began twiddling his nipples between the fingers.

  "Pleeeheese nohoho moohohre! I caha-can't tahahake this."

"My final conclusion is that though human's for some reason claim they hate it, tickling brings them immense joy. Perhaps given enough time I can extract from this delicious subject why he denies this so fervent-"

"CAHAHAHUSE IT'S NAHAHT TRUHUH- UHHHAHAH NOHOHO GAHAHWDSS NAHAHT THE BAHAHAWWLLS!!"

To punish the impertinent rogue another of the feathery tentacles began to run itself over the lads coin purse. While he laughed himself hoarser Sadeth continued. "The entire subject can seemingly be turned into an erogenous zone when given enough stimulation so perhaps this is why they deny it? To stop predators from learning and exploiting it?"

Sothe's hands closed around what felt like bundles of the feathery tentacles which dragged themselves between his fingers while rough parts inside vibrated to stimulate his palms. "Although the idea of a predator who pleasures its prey into submission before consumption is a strange one...in this realm at least."

Pronged tentacles dragged themselves down Sothe's back causing him to try and jump away in the small pocket that been given to him. Doing this, however, simply brought him to what felt like tiny lipped mouths which pressed to his chest and belly before blowing tiny raspberries all over it causing him to jump back to the prongs who would force him back to the mouths. Slowly both sides were closing though until both were active at the same time.

"Indeed the idea of a creature here using the same method as me is an interesting possibility. Would they be as skilled as me? Or as curious? Would they submit to my research or would I be explored?"

He droned on talking to Sothe who was far beyond thinking under all of these sensations which was a shame as Sadeth was very curious on the effects of the various suckers that he was applying to his test subjects neck. It had taken quite a bit of practice to use these sucker-covered tentacles and adjust them to the point that the suckers would work as if they were kissing the skin they attached too.

"What do you think handsome?"

"I surren-"

"Ooooh now, don't the two of you seem snug down there together? Almost a shame to pull him away from you really."

They turned to see the form of Surtr's general Loki sitting upon the lip of the pit smiling down at them. Through tear filled eyes Sothe looked away as Sadeth gleefully waved at the evil woman. "Lady Loki! I am so happy to see you. My time with the prisoner has been wonderful so much so that I was wondering if I could have a little more? He has a small horn between his legs that I wish to pay a bit more attention to before he leaves."

"Oh would that I could my sweet curious Sadeth, unfortunately, though King Surtr himself has come to claim this prize and return him to the castle by a leash."

Sothe felt coils from beneath loop around him as the dirt surged. In seconds he was unearthed completely and borne in Sadeth's arms in that humiliating princess carry once more. He was too weak to even struggle as Sadeth surged up the pit through the dirt as if it was water. He arrived in front of Loki presenting the defeated hero but with a look of regret haunting his features which did not go unnoticed by the trickster.

"Oh, sweet creature do not be sad. How goes the project King Surtr discussed with you?"

"I needed just a bit more of that liquid you gave me Lady Loki so that I could fertilize the eggs. Once I have that I can create more of myself to be placed at King Surtr's discretion."

"Oh, wonderful! Here allow me to get you some from the source, my friend."

Loki extended one red painted finger and stroked it up Sothe's still erect penis causing the lad to twist in Sadeth's strong arms as it popped again and dribbled semen down the shaft. Loki dragged the finger through the messy seed and presented before the monster who tentatively licked it from her finger making the tall cleric giggle uncharacteristically.

  "Heehee will that do?"

  "Oh is that where it comes from?"

Sothe found his bottom raised and his ankles mounted upon Sadeth shoulders as his dick disappeared into the creature's mouth. The semen on his penis was not only swallowed down but any left inside was also pulled down with suck so powerful that Sothe's eyes rolled back into his head as the monster held him here upside down. Loki giggled at the face he made and tousled his hair.

"There, there, get used to it for King Surtr won't be much more gentle. So Sadeth will it do?"

"Yes and no. I will need a male and female seed."

"Then it is a good thing I've caught you a new toy to play with."

"SOTHE BY THE GODS ARE YOU ALRIGHT!? Surtr you madman I will make you pay for this if he's been harmed!"

Sothe couldn't make out who this prisoner was at first but the familiar voice sank him even further into despair as Surtr himself marched out a bedraggled looking Micaiah and shoved her down to her knees before the assembled.

"Oh, Sothe please be okay. What have they done to you?! You people are monsters and villains! I swear on my life that I'll make you pay!"

Sothe was exhausted and could barely move an inch. Still, he mustered all his strength to turn his head when Micaiah tried to meet his eyes causing both of them to start to tear up. Not only had he failed his mission but the very person he had sworn to protect had gotten captured trying to save his worthless hide. He wasn't worth the air to say his name let alone crying over, while Micaiah wept openly at what they had done to her childhood friend and the man that she loved. Why wouldn't he look at her? What had happened to the handsome stoic who had said he'd fight the gods right beside her? Why hadn't she been here to stop them from doing this to her love?! They both wept openly before the Muspellians and Monsters. Sadeth took pity and placed Sothe gently upon the ground to allow the two to embrace however Surtr pulled Micaiah away by the arm before she could attempt to comfort the sobbing Zephyr.

"Did you say your life? Your life ended the very moment you raised arms against Muspel worm. When you tried to steal my property from me! This man is mine now to do with as I see fit as are you."

Surtr dragged Micaiah by the arm over towards the pit with an evil smile crackling over his face. Sothe tried to rise and stop them but a high heel on his back pinned him to the ground. He looked up at Loki with a pitiful pleading expression, that she met with a smile.

"Oh, hush. The two of you will meet up at the castle eventually and it'll be all smiles. So dramatic you Heroes."

Surtr shoved Micaiah over the lip and smiled as the simple fortune-teller tumbled over heels down the slick dirt before turning back to his pet monster in a huff. "You said you needed a female, yes? Now you have one. Go on then and get to work. I'll be taking this one." Surtr stormed past the monster and without missing a step seized Sothe by the ankle. He began dragging the hero away as Sadeth turned to give something to Loki. Sothe couldn't wonder about it too long though as his toes quickly found their way into Surtr's mouth. The King chewed and sucked upon the abused digits while dragging the hysterical rogue away from his love before manhandling him into a covered cart. Sothe could do nothing but whine pitifully as Surtr forced his wrists into clamps embedded into the wood. The King sat before the bound rogue and began undoing his armor before him as Loki peeked her head in to whisper something to him. Surtr turned to her and listened as his face broke into a smile that could Sothe's entire body shiver, she dropped Sothe's discarded socks on the floor and gave a coquettish wave before departing.

With a jolt, Sothe felt the cart begin to move as Surtr shed the last piece of his armor. In only his smallclothes, socks and tunic the Ruler of Flame ran a hand up Sothe's bare leg that could cover the Zephyr's entire face if he wanted. Sothe flinched at the touched but still tried to plead with the opponent.

"Do whatever you want with me but please release Micaiah. I will do whatever you wish so long as no harm comes to her."

A lone finger stroked along Sothe's penis which betrayed him by once more hardening up to the task as Surtr laughed.

"You think I already can't? Such prideful words from a dirty worm we just pulled from a hole."

As Surtr taunted him the lone naughty finger grew bolder. Now it's tip circled the head of the little worm it played with, slicking itself with the precum that dribbled from its victim before joining with a fellow to attack the wriggly worm from two sides.

"Please...ju-just let h-her go...you can ha-have me."

"I can't have both? What are the privileges of royalty if a king can't just help himself?"

The two fingers became a fist which squeezed hard upon the trapped cock. Flexing the fingers to slowly allow out only a trickle of pre-cum at their discretion. Sothe's eyes were wet as he continued to try and plead for his love while his body screamed at him to beg the king to let him cum.

"The girl won't be harmed any more than you will. Originally I felt she could just be another maid for my castle but my youngest daughter has recently been admiring my dancing boy. So taking into account her own tastes and the other version of that girl I've seen, who better to give to my little ember as her own dancing girl? She won't be harmed and she'll never stop smiling if the way Laevateinn plays with her other toys is any indication. Neither will you my pretty worm."

The grip at the top of his shaft loosened just a tad and allowed the slightest drip of white to escape. Sothe couldn't see what Surtr's other hand was up to from this position it didn't matter. Sothe was using every ounce of mental fortitude he had to keep Micaiah in his mind in the sea of pleasure that King Surtr had him in but despite his best efforts, he was losing. When Surtr released his grip completely on the cock he couldn't move fast enough to avoid the shot. He pawed at the glob of white on his cheek while admiring the sweaty hero before him with a smile. He took more of the semen onto his fingers before lifting Sothe's leg into the air. 

The panting rogue barely registered any of it until he felt a pair of fingers sliding around outside his entrance spreading a slick liquid and prying it open to add it inside as well. He whined at the idea of what was to come while the massive king gently hushed him while sliding his red-bearded cock along the inside of his thigh. It reached it's destination and slid inside with little effort due to the home-made lubricant the crafty king had added. Sothe couldn't even move he was so tired but once Surtr entered him he shot up like he'd been shocked. The feeling of the mad king's member inside him like this was like nothing he'd ever felt before and any thoughts of Micaiah slipped away before the stars that filled his mind as the King found just the spot on his wriggly worm of a former hero. 

The floodgates opened up and once more his penis bubbled up white which streamed down the shaft. He choked out a whimper as his new owner released as well in sympathy inside him before pulling out then sliding back into the wet hole. The large king wrapped his powerful arms around the rogue's waist and lifted so as to position him in a way that allowed him in deeper. He savored the sounds that Sothe made as he went deeper until he found the spot he wanted. The way Sothe shuddered at the touch let him know he'd found the perfect spot and he watched as again the rogue released his seed all over the bed of the wooden cart. He pulled himself free of the broken hero and smiled at the puddle of white beneath him that was both his own and the kings. His lips moved still in something that Surtr that couldn't hear. The King leaned closer and adjusted his weak slave into a more comfortable position when he heard it.

"Leave Micai-Micaiah alone. Y-you've got me just le-let her go."

He was shocked to see the slave's eyes laser focused on him and addressing the words directly at him. Surtr was amazed that the man was still conscious let alone resisting him.

"Now that is some spunk. To think a pathetic thief would have this kind of fire. We'll see how much longer it burns when we return to the castle though. In the meantime let's stoke it a bit as we ride shall we?"

  Sothe couldn't move a muscle, he was spent and sticky on the ground as Surtr went and fetched his long-discarded socks and brought them back. When Surtr lifted up his leg Sothe clenched at the thought of another round upon the King's red cock but instead felt the soft fabric of his socks being slipped onto his exhausted size eleven's by Surtr. He was confused as to why at first until he realized that he wasn't alone in these socks. Wriggling and squirming all along his soles and between his toes were dozens of slimy worms that he remembered from Sadeth's pit. They scaled his heels and entangled his toes while he laughed his head off in Surtr's embrace as the mad king helped him put the other sock on which was just as full of hitchhikers who were going to share the journey to castle Muspel with the hysterical rogue. 

Surtr held him still in his lap and buried his face into his prisoner's neck, nipping at the skin and suckling so as further torment him and also making sure to move about so that his bristly red beard could further agitate the lad's neck. Sothe's legs kicked mindlessly further agitating the scared earthworms and making them thrash about even further against his sensitive skin. Despite his struggles King Surtr kept his legs pinned in a way that all they could do is flail in the air so as not to harm the insects.

"LEHEHET GOOOHOHOO!! GEHEHT THEHEM AAWWWFF!! AHAHA! OH GAHAHWWDDS IHIHIT FEEHEELS SOO WEEHEEIRD!”

"Mmmm with a flavor that matches that fire of yours, I think you maybe might be my new favorite slave. I am so glad that I took Loki's advice and had them take the long way back home. Just more time for the two of us to get acquainted. Doesn't that sound wonderful worm?"

"WHAHAT?! NOOOHOHOO PLEEHEESE MEEHEHRCY!! GEHEHET THEM AHAHAAF!! NAHHT THE TOOHOES!!"

"We'll play plenty with the toes at the castle. Did you know I have a musician? He used to be one of your fellow heroes but now he's my slave just like you are. He's got a special device I had made for him that I bet you'd fit into perfectly.”

As the cart rolled on down this dusty road on its way to castle Muspel it left a struggling Micaiah desperately scrabbling to try to get away from the monster Surtr had left in the pit with her. She heard a hysterical scream on the wind that sounded like her childhood friend Sothe and paused, giving Sadeth just enough time to drag her under and set to work.

Surtr was very pleased with how the war was going. Morale in Askr was low and the mole he had planted within it had been paying in dividends. In addition to the two heroes he'd sent him, the location of a number of other Heroes were now known by the Muspel where they waited for him to move on them. Surtr thought of the pair of gorgeous size 13 soles that Hariti had created for him to keep his mole compliant to the king. Despite the wealth of info King Surtr still longed to call the mole back and ravish him personally. He looked over the device Loki had made for him and pictured Prince Xander bound inside it and his frantic face on display before him. 

Still, that wasn't tactically sound so he instead looked at men strapped inside before him. The construct resembled a piano with a number of holes in the back. Six to be exact from which protruded the heads and penises of the newly arrived Sothe now known as the Worm as well as the former general of Hel, Lif and the former leader of House Nordion, Eldigan. The three sputtered and howled into the rubber ball gags that had been forced between their lips to muffle their hysterics. The three men were forced to kneel inside the device in a way that their feet faced upwards and protruded in a way that they formed the keyboard that Surtr's new musician danced his fingers over masterfully. From beneath the device, the three's cocks had a stiff pegasus feather dragged along them by a reclining Morgan clad in only a pair of panties and his signature over sized coat who smiled at the occasional spurts of white that rained upon his chest and belly from those in his charge. 

His eyes glazed as he enjoyed his work just as he had his conditioners had taught him. The men's faces were tormented with similar feathers by three teal haired vixens that used to be called Ephraim before their capture. They were clad in only a strip of cloth that barely concealed their rears as they knelt before the three and played the feathers over the ears, noses, and chins of their victims to keep them smiling. Occasionally they dipped the feathers down into the vulnerable belly button of the young Morgan who would burst into giggles and try to fend them off. From behind the feet were played over by the former Lewyn who smiled in joy at his work as he decided that now the toes needed some work. He knew that tonight Surtr would reward him by paying close attention to his own soles.

"My King this is truly a sight but I can't help but feel you are neglecting your loyal hunter? Please, I wish for your attention my liege."

Surtr looked over the man lying across his lap. The fourth Ephraim smiled at him and took his wrist with both hands and placed it upon his chest. For a second he wondered which one this was before noticing the hardened nipples that denoted that this was the one from the Winter Festival. He flicked the little buds and smiled at how this man who had once been a warrior prince now blushed and giggled while pleading for him to play with his body. His fingers dug into the slave's armpits as Morgan took revenge and now began running the feather along the cock and balls of the three Ephraim's in revenge for their sneak attacks on his bellybutton.

Surtr raised a hand for the games to stop and motioned for the gags to be from his three prisoners so that he could question them now.

"Well, my guests are you enjoying my hospitality? Would you like more?"

  The gag came off Eldigan first and the Lionheart had been here for quite a while now, Once one of the Order of Heroes greatest cavalryman and staunchest defenders now the statuesque blonde spent most of his days in Surtr's trophy room where his size 11 soles were massaged and oiled by Surtr's maid until they shined as the trophies they were for when Surtr took him to his bedchambers to play with. One of the most popular games at the moment was for Surtr to place the man in combat against one of his newly summoned tickle monsters to gauge its effectiveness. Occasionally his days of knighthood would shine through and the vanquished monster would be ruled a failure while he would be rewarded by massages before his time under Surtr's ticklish hands. More often though the creatures would leave him wheezing and sticky on the ground in defeat at which point he'd be taken away to the baths to be scrubbed clean by his new "wife" the six-fingered Rusalka.

"Well? Did you enjoy your time as an instrument?"

"Yes, King Surtr! More! Please, gods more my King!"

"Excellent and you? Would you like some more Lif?"

The gag was taken out of the mouth of the drooling former General of Hel who lolled in the stocks. Despite his former cool demeanor, the knight was now one of the loudest ticklees in Surtr's stable. Something which the King enjoyed by siccing his pack of Ephraim's upon the man and having him brought struggling before him so that his cold rear could be tickled warm by the King's hot attention. When he wasn't being used by Surtr or the Rusalka, Princess Laegjarn was fond of having the cold swordsman help her learn strategy. The princess would see the tactics that the veteran had learned written out before her across the squirming back of the ticklish Morgan who would offer his own opinions on the tactics through his giggles.

"And you Lif? Would you like more?"

"King Surtr you are too generous to ask this humble slave his opinion. But please yes, my nipples in particular long for your personal attention." the blue haired man said with a dazed expression.

"Excellent and what of you worm?" The mad King asked of the bound rogue as the gag was undone. Sothe had been through the baths two or three times due to his strong will and refusal to break to Surtr's will. Unlike the others, he'd also been strapped into the device the longest for going two or three hours. When the gag came free it bore teeth marks and a long strand of drool trailing from it.

"You know your precious Micaiah is to be arriving today. Sadeth said that it took a long while to break her and that she insisted the whole time that you would save her eventually. Her faith in you is most admirable. So Worm are you excited to see your friend after so long?" The formerly devoted protector shook his head and coughed at finally being free to breathe as he looked up at his King with a goofy smile and eyes dulled to anything but his new master's touch.

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Lewyn’s Laughing Song

"Bring another! We're all still thirsty and celebrating!"

Lewyn hoisted another empty tankard of ale and motioned for more. The men around him cheered as they did the same. He looked over the faces before him not quite tipsy but still feeling good. Some he recognized as being under his command, some he didn't, he assumed they were under lady L'Arachel and a few were unmistakably just farmhands who'd been swept up in the spirit of celebration. Still, as he thought of those heading home now instead of to Surtr's dungeons he let out a cheer.

"DRINK MEN! FOR TODAY WE DID NOT JUST SAVE OUR FRIENDS WE STRUCK A BLOW TO THE MAD KING AND HIS FREAKS!!" 

He tipped his mug back and wondered why he tasted nothing until he remembered that it was empty. He shrugged his shoulders and conceded that maybe he'd had enough. From the second floor, L'Arachel looked down upon him with her signature smug expression and a tankard of ale for herself. In contrast to the tipsy strategist below though she took sips slowly and even tried to clumsily hold it in a manner similar to that she'd seen her uncle do with glasses of wine when she was young. She failed and instead lost her grip on the cup which tumbled over the edge and onto the celebrating group below. She curtsied an apology to those below as one of the many hapless suitors around her handed her another to replace it.

"TELL US HOW YOU DID IT!" A voice from the crowd shouted as Lewyn tried to get free to find himself a bed.

"You've all heard it so many times tonight."

"C'MON SOME OF US AIN'T!"

  Unable to find a way through the throng he relented to accepting another a drink and telling yet one more story.

"Very well if you all insist," he acquiesced taking another gulp of the cool mead. His brain wondered for a second how this was done in such a hot land before a clap on the back reminded him of the story he was to re-tell. 

"The men of Muspel were smug that they were unbeatable. With a prince as their prisoner and a general of Surtr at their lead, they believed that the Order was beaten to the point that they wouldn't dare resist anymore. So it was that the humble me and the bright lady L'Arachel," With this, he gestured up to the princess who beamed positively while hoisting her mug to the cheer from those gathered which turned to shouts as she again lost a hold of her tankard and let it loose on the patrons below. She sheepishly apologized once more as she was again handed another by one of the men around her.

"We prepared our attack for when the clouds in the sky lashed with rain so that Surtr's men would think nothing of some wind and light. One by one those marching in Muspel colors fell. Knights, fighters even manaketes disappeared with no more than a whisper on the wind."

  For dramatic effect, he lay his hand upon his legendary tome Forsetti and snapped his fingers causing a light breeze to swirl through the tavern. No more than enough to ruffle some hair and blow some foam off the tops of tankards still it was met with a loud roar of approval from his audience.

"Do not forget, Sir Lewyn! Tell them of Surtr's great one-eyed beast! Regale them with how it will trouble these lands no longer!" the excited voice of the L'Arachel came through the din clear as a bell.

"Aye, yes those men were confident because of that horror likely. Nobody will attack a man with that at his back they thought as the wind whipped up at their backs."

Lewyn produced a feather from his cloak and again whipped up a wind. His own long green hair whipped about in it as he extended the hand with the feather and released it into the gale. With a heavy thunk, it impacted the wall by it's quill and embedded itself there quivering. He smiled as he told of how much he had preferred the sound that the feather had made when it had embedded itself in the cyclops thick neck.

"So when the great beast tumbled forward nothing underneath could survive. Least of all poor General Hilda who led that pack. So when our merry band fell upon them they were leaderless and scared.

"AS THE ENEMIES OF JUSTICE SHOULD BE. MONSTERS, MAGES OR MEN IF THEY POSSESS EVIL IN THEIR HEART THEN L'ARACHEL OF RAUSTEN IS THEIR FOE," His traveling partner screamed as she descended the steps unsteadily. Her retinue trying their best to steady the tipsy girl and keep her from harm.

"THE WITCH WAS SMASHED FLAT UNDER THE WEIGHT OF HER OWN MONSTER! SUCH A GREAT COMEDY OF JUSTICE COULD ONLY BE PERFORMED BY THE GREAT L'ARACHEL OF RAUSTEN! VILLAINS AND HORRORS BEWARE!"

Lewyn raised an eyebrow at the princesses boasting and politely cleared his throat at his being overlooked causing her to whirl about towards him.

"AHH With great help from the chivalrous Sir Lewyn of Silas of course! Not since the great L'Arachel has justice had such a fine ally! Did you think I'd forgotten you? Ohohoho he is so naive!"

She raised her hand and went to take another drink from her tankard only to find her hand empty. She looked about for it while the crowd laughed at the show that the princess made of it. Lewyn smiled as well as he wiped the spilled ale from his face and cloak before picking up the tankard that his companion had absentmindedly flung at him. He stretched as he stood up to step over and place a hand around his comrade's shoulder with the intention of leading her to bed to sleep off her revelry.

  "It is Silesse, Princess and perhaps that may be a good note to end your night on? You seem to have misjudged the strength of your ale good lady." She burrowed in under his arm but resisted being led to the stairs, instead now trying to turn Lewyn towards the favorite method of recreation.

"Nonsense Sir Lewyn I am fine and more than willing to continue. Besides, I wish to challenge you upon that bull."

She gestured to the device that the tavern keeper had constructed that she'd been enamored with since laying eyes upon. The enterprising man had cleared a space in the tavern's corner whereupon he could lay down padding around it so that nobody would be injured after they were thrown from it. It was nothing more than a simple seat more than a few feet. He'd made it simulate riding a horse or a bucking bull. Customers would climb upon and challenge themselves to stay seated for as long as they could while the magic that powered the device continued to speed it up. The barkeep had paid a pretty penny for that to a passing enchanter for that and was quite proud and was prouder still that not a one person had yet to beat his record of one hour yet. Simply seeing the device had fascinated the Princess L'Arachel and upon finding out its purpose Lewyn could have sworn that for a second her eyes had shone brighter than the very spells she wielded. She'd shattered the tavern keepers record on her first outing by twice the amount of time and had since become insistent in trying to goad the simple bard into a contest of who could stay upon this bull as the owner called it the longest. Lewyn had never mixed with horses and easily saw the clumsy way that this boisterous royal was trying to get one over on the man.

"My lady as I told you before, I simply cannot hope to measure up against your skills as a rider. To go into such a contest would put me at a severe disadvantage to the degree that I see no point in it. Now, please L'Arachel you have had too much to drink tonight and should rest however if you will not then I at least implore you to release my arm as I wish to check upon Prince Xander."

"Come now, Sir Lewyn you've had considerably more than me tonight and you are fine. Prince Xander didn't wish to speak on his captivity an hour ago and I doubt anything has changed since then."

Sighing at the girl's insistence the bard shook his head. Not once when he was young had he envisioned himself trying to beg a Princess to release him so that he may check upon a slumbering Prince but this war had made a number of impossible things happen.

"Well, then a handicap for a friend! You may go first Sir Lewyn and however long you may stay upon the steed I will be forced to double to win. How does that sound good sir?" Lewyn sighed knowing full well that unless he managed to last an hour himself that this was nothing more than the silly woman trying to embarrass him. A devilish idea blew through his mind and he smiled at a way to put an end to this farce. "Very well but I propose that we make this more interesting. Should I win then you must go to bed and attempt to sleep this off. You will have a hard morning tomorrow L'Arachel when all this drink comes to take it's due." "Lewyn you speak as if you won't."

"I have had the drink before my lady. The way you are acting leads me to believe you haven't."

She scoffed but her reddening cheeks betrayed the truth of his remarks to him. Still, L'Arachel was nothing if not dauntless and saw a way to turn the tables. "Your obvious.....untruths aside I see that you speak only from a place of concern as a friend and will respect your wishes Lewyn. However, I notice you said nothing of what would happen should I win so I hope you don't find it untoward if I add to your game? I will indeed still retire to my bed but I fear that I will have some trouble sleeping so how about if I win then the good sir Lewyn will accompany me to my quarters?"

Lewyn flushed at her words briefly before regaining his composure quickly. "Very well I accept your terms, Princess. Let it be known that this bard will act the perfect gentleman though tonight should we share a room."

Once again L'Arachel blushed at not having expected him to accept. Still, she pushed on and gestured to the bull. "Go on then Prince Lewyn. Climb up and let us see how well you do."

"I have asked that you do not refer to me by that title my lady. I am but a simple bard to all around me and do not wish to seem as if I am putting on airs."

"Hmmmph but you are a Prince. Very well Sir Lewyn let us see how you perform."

"OY" came a yell from the bar. They both turned to see the barkeep pointing towards a sign within the padded area reading "SHOES AND SOCKS OFF!"

 Lewyn looked and saw that his challenger had already done so in anticipation and sighed as he set to the task himself. While he unlaced his traveler's boots he allowed his eyes to wander and briefly alight on a short woman who stood out from the crowd. Unlike the others in the tavern tonight who were all wearing the armors of his own Silesse or L'Arachel's Grusten she stood in dirty robes that seemed to conceal something. She also was unmistakably fixated in her gaze on him. He tried to wave at the woman in an attempt to break the ice but she stayed stock still.

  "Sir Lewyn do hurry up. I understand that you may be hesitant but the handicap I have given you is more than favorable."

"L'Arachel do you know who that is?"

"Hmmm? Whom do you mean?"

He looked back to see the woman gone and tried searching around for her but could see no trace of where she could have disappeared to. With L'Arachel's insistence, he pulled the socks from his size 12 feet and finally mounted the device he wondered how he was to start the device when it roared to life and began to chug back and forth under him. He held on trying to find a good place to keep his balance with the lack of handholds upon the seat but was clearly struggling. Wrapping his legs around the underside didn't work as once it began to speed up it bucked forwards with such intensity that he felt he would be launched. A sudden rearing upwards caught him by surprise and led to him crashing to the ground on his back at the five-minute mark. He brushed the tangled mess that was his own green hair from his eyes and looked at the smiling L'Arachel with annoyance.

"Not much of a performance Sir Lewyn. My expectations were not very high but you still thoroughly underwhelmed them."

"Let us see your shining work then your highness. To move this foregone conclusion along at the very least," Lewyn said resignedly as he got to his feet.

"Very well let us prove your defeatist attitude correct then. Watch at how a shining fighter of justice rides Sir Lewyn!"

"Just a moment. May I help you up my lady?"

"A gentleman even in defeat Sir Lewyn? Admirable at least."

"Since I know where I will be spending the night I may at least make it comfortable."

"Hmmph you cad. Very well."

Grasping L'Arachel's shoulder he assisted the green haired princess in climbing upon the steed. Once she was sat upon however his hand darted down to her thigh and skittered his fingers up the bare skin causing her to break out into snorting laughter.

"*HNNRK* YOOHOHU *HRRRK* FIIHIHEND!"

With her balance undone and her concentration disrupted L'Arachel tumbled from the steed in seconds, where she was caught by the runaway Prince of Silesse who held her under her legs and shoulders bridal style as she fumed.

"Cheater! Cur! Vile Prince of Scandals!"

"There, there Princess what I did was out of concern for your best interests. You should rest and definitely shouldn't attempt anything such as this in your state. We never did lay out any rules but I trust you will honor our agreement?"

"Yes, yes very well. You will carry me to my room now as a gentleman would yes?"

"My lady you look to take advantage now of but a humble bard?"

"It is the least you could for a distressed Princess who has become the victim of a thief. My shoes seem to have disappeared Sir Lewyn.”

He looked about and sure enough Princess L'Arachel's strappy boots had disappeared as well his own, scanning the crowd gave him no hints as to who had taken them either further stumping the man.

"EHH-HEM," The bartender cleared his throat loudly "Go on then lover boy, I keep a clean establishment so you won't be stepping upon anything. Take the young lady to her room and I'll see if I can't catch your thief. I'm closing up in a few anyhow so you might as well."

"Hmmmph I assure you, good sir, our relationship is nothing as interesting as what you imply. We are simply comrades in arms and nothing more. L'Arachel why are you fiddling with my clothes?!"

"You seem more inclined to have a conversation then move and I wish to get a bed. So I'm hurrying you up and getting a little revenge while I'm at it. Ah-ha there we go.

She threw open the front of Lewyn's shirt exposing his toned chest to the tavern air. Before the bard could even react L'Arachel was digging her fingers into his stomach and getting an immediate song.

"Hahahoho Pr-Prihihncess stahahap! Dohohn't!!"

"Don't stop? Why would I? You clearly enjoy this hence why your still not moving towards my room. Don't you dare even think of dropping me either Sir Lewyn."

"Ahaha w-wohohuld nehever!"

"Always the gentleman that's clearly good upbringing. Why you want to play the rapscallion running around with a lute is beyond me."

Lewyn began to take steps towards the stairs still with L'Arachel in his arms and laughing his head off. The two's games earned chuckles from the male bar patrons and envious looks from the females who wished they had their own handsome bard to play with. One person thought of something completely different though and set about her cold work as the two departed. Lewyn was now carrying L'Arachel up the stairs as the Princess of Light now danced her gloved fingers along his ribs while enjoying the ride. He'd grit his teeth in an attempt to stifle the laughter and now with his red face and green hair looked quite festive. L'Arachel however, was not in a party mood and fervently dug in between his ribs to try and make the man go back to letting out his musical laughter for her.

They were at the top of the stairs now and coming closer to the door to the room she was staying and even though he was sputtering now still, Lewyn wasn't laughing as she wanted. They reached the door and as he adjusted his grip on her to turn the knob she saw an opportunity. Her hands shot up through his open shirt and found his exposed armpits and dug in, The reaction was instantaneous and explosive.

"AHAHAHAHAHA NOHOOOHO!! L'AHAHRACHEL MEHEHERCY!!"

He very nearly dropped her for a second but quickly adjusted his grip to keep the Princess steady. He entered the room on jelly legs and made it only a few steps before falling to his knees. L'Arachel pouted at how her knight in shining armor had fallen at the last hurdle like this. She stood up and stretched before kneeling down before the gasping man.

"So now Sir Lewyn I think we may both agree that I have won our game."

"P-Princess you agreed you would retire without a fight."

"Indeed but perhaps now another game? Let's see if you can get away before the innkeeper calls for his close. Get out the door and you win Sir Lewyn and can spend the night in your room. Fail however and we will share that bed tonight and I assure you that I am not very tired."

"Yo-you can't think yourse-"

"Stronger than you? No even justice can't make me physically stronger than you. However, I've never seen a man quite as helplessly ticklish as you are. Although Prince Lyon came close. Still, I think with that weakness the terms more than fair although I do thank you once more your highness for considering a ladies feelings."

"I asked you not to-EEEEP!"

Lewyn found his protests silenced by a singular gloved finger poking deep into a sensitive part of his stomach. He looked down to see the digit disappearing up to the knuckle in his navel and back up into an expression on Princess L'Arachel's face that had the normally composed bard sputtering.

"I think the first thing I'll have you do tonight is say "I am a Prince" until I tire of it. Tickle Fight! Reeeeady?"

"L'Arachel, please wai-"

"GOOO!"

The single finger was joined by its comrades who dug into the skin around Lewyn's navel while the lucky one tried to get even deeper into the ticklish orifice it achieved the effect as if L'Arachel was trying to take some of the mage's tummy home with her. Lewyn was helpless before her as just the one hand had him in a giggly puddle. The one thing his life on the road as a traveling minstrel had never helped him overcome from his royal past was the ridiculous sensitivity of his skin. Due to an incident in his past his feet in particular, had always given him ridiculous fits with their sensitivity to the point that regular boots were quite unbearable on his feet and the thick wool socks of a traveler unbearably itchy. His solution had been the lighter and thinner riding boots of a cavalryman and stockings. On rare days where he wasn't traveling such as this, he'd forego socks altogether. Soft skin was a plus with many of the women he'd come across on the road but sensitivity wasn't hence why most of his nights were spent alone by his choice despite his flirtatious ways.

Now as L'Arachel slipped behind him he wished he was once again alone. Using her teeth she pulled her glove from her unoccupied hand and used it to undo the bard's coat from his shoulders. She pulled it from where it tucked at his waist and like a hungry arachnid snuck it up into the opening so that she could skitter it up to his lower back. Lewyn placed his knuckle in his mouth and bit trying to restrain himself still found himself being led downwards by the princesses nimble tickling fingers. She pressed in his back and lightened on his belly to guide him down onto his hands and knees. Once on all fours, he felt a toned behind seat itself upon him and the hand on belly withdraw. The mages cheek was pinched as his trousers and boxers were pulled down to his knees leaving his penis dangling from its green-furred nest between his long legs. One hand lightly traced along his neck while the other dug into the space where his thighs and rear met, alternating which leg would get it as they both tried to flee. She effectively forced her challenger to not only walk forwards on his hands and knees but also to carry her towards the bed that would secure her victory.

"Ohohoho PRINCE Lewyn. You may be no great shakes as a rider but you certainly make for a fine mount."

"Lehehet mehehe gohoho!!" He gasped as he was still trotted towards the bed like a horse to the stable.

He tried to stand but only got both of L'Arachel's hands dug in to spur on her fine steed. He found himself moving even faster with the smug princess jeering him with talks of a good salt lick for her Princely steed once they were done. The second she stood off him to climb on the bed he was off like a shot towards the door, not even bothering to stand and instead scrabbling for freedom. L'Arachel dove after him and just managed to wrap his legs in her grip before he managed to get away. He hit the ground and reached for the door as she tickled his balls with her bare hand.

"PLEEHEESEE PRIIHINNCESS STAHAHAP!!"

"Say you are my Prince."

"IM YOHOHOUR PRIHIHINCE!!! ALL YOHOHOURS JUHUST STAHAHP!!"

She reached up and again invaded his navel as he pulled his upper body through the doorway. He screamed in laughter and tried to push her off but the girl stuck to him like glue. He resigned himself to simply trying to escape and was almost through the door when he looked down and saw her with his ankles in a headlock. His face went deathly pale as he sputtered and begged for her not to as her wiggling fingers got closer and closer.

"These must truly be one deathly ticklish pair of feet Sir Lewyn."

  "PLEASE NO!! L'ARACHEL I WILL DO ANYTHING JUST DON'T DO THAT!"

"Anything? My, my does that just make me want to play with these more. Still, you've shown me quite a good time and I am growing tired. Make me a promise and I'll let you go."

"Wh-whatever you wish."

"Once this war is over you're to come and visit me in Grusten and give me these precious tickly things to play with."

"L-L'Arachel I-"

She pinched his big toe and raised an eyebrow indicating that this was not an acceptable answer. "F-fine! When the wa-war is ove-over! I swear it jus-just don't touch them!"

"Mmm, they must be truly and wonderfully sensitive. I cannot wait for peace."

With that, she puckered her lips and placed a kiss upon a pair of her fingers which she then placed right into the center of Lewyn's pale and creamy soles. Just this was enough to shoot a shock up the man's body and make him cry out.

"EEEEHHHEEE YOU PROMISED!!"

"Even that? Now I truly hope for peace."

She released him and the frantic bard pulled his knees to his chest as he let out ragged breaths. He turned to look back at her but was distracted by the fact that he could see his breath. A loud slam behind him made the man jump and he looked to see that the door had closed of its own accord separating him and L'Arachel. From the other side of the door, he heard breaking glass and an exclamation of fright from the Princess.

He tries to open the door but found it stuck from the inside and instead settled for pounding on it with his fist. A shriek of terror came from the other side of the door and he escalated to trying to kick it down to reach his friend. He searched around for his tome Forseti and cursed how he'd left it behind in his drunken carelessness. The princesses scream raised in pitch before sounding like it was moving away from him until he could hear it no more. He cursed his powerlessness again before taking in his surroundings. The floor below had undergone a rapid change during his time in L'Arachel's room it seemed.

 All of their troops and the other patrons were nowhere to be seen as the floor had been cleared completely. Small furry shapes skittered over the floor to large packings of thread that lined the walls. Looking closer now, he could see that protruding from those clumps were pairs of feet that the hairy little things tended too. A noise from the next room over got his attention and he flattened himself against the wall as the door was thrown open with force. A figure that came up to only his shin came out pulling a thread so thin that he almost couldn't see it. The little creature seemed to be a goblin of some kind. Its upper body was stark and pink but it's lower body was covered in bristly fur that looked absolutely maddening to the touch. He stayed still as the little fiend hadn't seen him, watching as it pulled upon its thread and dragged out a squirming bundle of a gagged female. 

He recognized her as one of the pegasus knights assigned to L'Arachel's detachment. The creature climbed over the ledge and dropped down to the first floor while the desperate woman searched around and lay eyes upon him. She pleaded with her eyes but as he was without his tome all he could do was try to signal for the woman to be quiet while he tried to think of a way to help her. She was dragged down behind the imp still struggling while Lewyn carefully picked his way past.

He opened the door to Prince Xander's room and entered as quietly as he could. There was nobody inside but the room also lacked any signs of a struggle. He carefully looked about before hearing a bump from under the bed. He could see a shape under there and crept forward to investigate and knelt down while putting a hand under.

"Xander we need to leave. There are monsters and they took-"

He stopped as the shape separated and the two creatures ran right past him. They turned and growled at him before both holding up those same dreadful little threads he'd seen before. His eyes traced them until seeing the other ends looped around each of his thumbs. They both pulled down on their ropes and he went face first into the ground. Before he could stand one of the little monsters was on him and it's little fingers were exploring his left ear. The tiny digits played inside the sensitive cup while its comrade took a hold of both ropes and used them to pull Lewyn's hands above his head. He squirmed and tried to pull away but in the little imps hand found the threads strong as iron with a grip to match. He instead could do nothing but kick and whine face down on the ground as the imp's tiny fingers played in his ear. He frantically giggled and turned his head away but the imp simply moved to attack his nose in response. In reaction, his sneeze blew the little bastard off of him and let him roll over and shake off the other one. He pulled himself up and in desperation, scrambled up onto the bed in a bid for the window and escape. He used his shoulder to knock aside the pane only to get pulled back down onto his back.

The little imp had looped the rope around the same bedpost and pulled it even tighter to keep him down. It's sticky with snot partner ran up and tied the loop so that now it constricted both of his thumbs simultaneously. He tried to see where the newly freed thread had gone but was distracted by it going back to tickling his nose. He sniffled and laughed and tried to turn away but the little freak scrambled up and sat upon his face to ride him like a horse while it tortured the shapely bard's poor nose. He thrashed back and forth underneath the imp that was less than a tenth of his size only for the creature to show riding skill that easily dwarfed his own by staying on. The fur on the creature's legs was bristly like a hairbrush so when it scrub along his cheeks or lips it would add to his torment. Every time he tried to sit up the imp would squeal and its partner would pull upon his binding to yank him flat once more so the humiliation could continue.

He pulled at his bonds and kicked his legs only for the creature to mock him and continue to scratch at his nose with its sharp little nails. He snuffled and snorted but the creature stayed attached to him. He didn't dare open his mouth with the little monster so close and instead sputtered and chuckled through clenched teeth as he struggled. Finally, he bucked with such force that the bed under him shuddered and moved an inch and tossed the little imp from his lip and to the sheets. Before it could move he rolled himself over on top of the creature and smothered it under his muscled chest. Gritting his teeth and staying there until the little monster beneath him stopped struggling. The other one clambered atop the bed looking for revenge but let go of the rope in the process freeing Lewyn. The prince of Silesse quickly seized the little imp in his bound together hands and threw it against the wall. The little monster slid down into an unmoving pile and leaving a streak of brown.

Lewyn's breath was ragged as he reclined on the bed, safe at the moment. His mind raced with various thoughts. Had the creature that had gone downstairs heard the ruckus? Was it on its way? How many of them were there? And where had Prince Xander gone to? He looked out the window and saw a rope leading to the ground had he escaped on that? He heard scrabbling from outside the door and saw the knob begin to swing as if somebody was trying to unlock it. He looked to the window to try and escape but noticed something as he climbed upon the sill. Another thread going from his right ankle to the same place as the other that bound his thumbs together. He cursed under his breath for not having noticed it. 

He pulled with all his upon both and managed to get the one for his thumbs to come off over the top of the post the other had been tied more professionally though and held tight. He hadn't freed his foot but at least now his bound hands could be moved. With a crash, the door came off its hinges and half a dozen more of the fuzzy imps came scrambling in. They stormed towards the bed as Lewyn realized he had nowhere to go. The first one that climbed up on the bed he seized in his bound hands and hurled it out the window as it screamed. One more clambered up and he tried to do the same but two more were on him before he could and tickled him down into the bed. One had it's little gnarled fingers in his muscled armpits in seconds and used the green shrubbery inside to hang on as this bronco bucked digging it's fuzzy feet and making him twist to try and get him out. The other went for the bard's hips and scrabbled its nails over the sensitive bones and flesh there to make its prey kick and thrash upon the bed.

With all the activity Lewyn pulled up the sheets of the bed and was entangled in them. Using the newfound cover the one that he had tried to throw slipped it's way down toward a new target that its fellows had ignored. In addition, the other two imps crawled up into the sheets and disappeared with a guttural growl the other two detached themselves from their victim and also jumped down into the sheets. Lewyn sat up as best he could and searched for where his attackers had gone but couldn't find them. The little monsters were almost completely undetectable in the bed when they stayed still. He looked to the window but was reminded that wouldn't work and instead elected to try and exit the bed so that he could at least see his attackers when they came for him. First, though he had to unravel the sheets that he had become entangled in though. While he was doing so he felt a small frame jump upon his barefoot and almost shrieked. Quick as a flash he whirled about and grabbed the little monster with his hands. He shook it about but quickly realized that the imp wasn't resisting. He brought it to his eyes to inspect and realized that it was the one he'd smothered earlier. While he was distracted he suddenly felt a thread around his waist tighten and pull.

Lewyn fought as hard as he could realizing that he'd been tricked but slowly the imps were pulling him down. His back hit the bed and within seconds he heard frantic noises from beneath as four of the little creatures scrambled up onto the bed to stare at him. With his waist tied down, his thumbs still bound and his ankle effectively chained Lewyn was looking more like a fish in a net by the second. As he saw two of the imps start heading towards his bare size twelves he panicked and twisted the sheets into a ball around them for protection but this just let one get behind him and dive on his stomach. The imps claws raked and clicked as it crawled over the heaving tummy with a singular destination right at the center. When it arrived at Lewyn's navel it jammed it's whole head inside the divot and dug in. Upon feeling the slimy and disgusting tongue inside the sensitive crease Lewyn went ballistic and fell upon the bed. His bound hands pulled at his sweaty green hair as the imp below secured the line and bound him by the waist to the mattress. He struggled and pulled at the new bondage only for another imp to trick him and tie his hands to that thread as well. Now the Guiding Breeze was tied down to the bed with his hands effectively secured to his waist. He was helpless as two of the imps began to try and untangle the mess of sheets he'd used to obscure his feet. He tried to kick them off but only earned a tongue lashing from the imp face down in his navel.

"NOOHOO PLEEEHEESEE!!! STAAAHAHA-MMPP?!"

His pleas were silenced as something was shoved between his lips. He turned his head and heard the familiar jingles of his preferred accessory and found that the imps had gagged him with his own scarf. He pulled and struggled but found another scratching its maddening nails along his neck too much to ignore. It chattered and chirped in a language but one word it said he understood and caused the hero's heart to fall. Surtr was what the imp said and the other two unwrapping his feet like a present began to chant it as well. There was almost an echo to the one in his belly buttons chant as it joined its fellows. The last of the little freaks climbed upon him and looked at the obelisk that stood before it. It approached cautiously, stepping over the green bushes around this curious structure before laying a hand upon it. It traced a nail along the shaking tower before adding another to sketch the shape of the entire thing. It quivered under his touch as Lewyn thrashed from the new imp's toying with his cock. His words were muffled by his gag being just as well because at this point the normally collected man was swearing and cursing at the foot tall creatures that had his body sweating and thrashing.

He went stiff at the feeling of the cold air on his toes. The little fiends were through the sheets and now using the sheets to tie his ankles together. He shook his head and quivered causing them to all cease his torment and take notice. The one at his neck chittered something that Lewyn only understood one part of.

  "kikikekBE GOOD?kikikek"

  He nodded frantically at the little creature causing it to laugh. When it turned back to its fellows they joined in with the larger imps mocking of their victim. The two of them at his feet laid their claws upon the walls of ticklish flesh before them and even that caused the strategist to jump. With a motion from the large imp which seemed to be in charge, the others undid the bindings and released him. Lewyn's first thought was to flee but the feeling of one of the imps climbing gingerly in between his toes showed him that his captors would not tolerate that. The big one gave him a stern look and chittered at him again.

"kikikekGood?kikikek"

He nodded again showing that he understood his situation and the creature laughed. It tickled his nose and continued it's horrible clicking laugh as it watched him struggle to stay still. It undid his gag and signaled for the other pair to undo his thumbs as well, which they did. The man tried to sit up but was stopped by a stern chitter from the small creature that now held him hostage. It pointed at his feet and wiggled its claws with very clear intent.

When Lewyn had been a young prince in Silesse he'd been spoiled rotten by the various nannies and servants that had raised him a fact of which he was very aware as an adult. They'd given whatever he wanted and never dared to strike or even scold him when he acted out. His silliest whims had been indulged as the sole heir and as such, he'd rarely bothered to venture out into the cold climate of his homeland. Preferring instead to bundle himself in rich furs inside the cold castle but to still allow his bared feet to stick out and enjoy the cold upon them. When the chill got to be too much on the youths footsies he'd lounge in front of the fire to warm them up blissfully unaware of the trials of his subjects to be. This kind of behavior had done nothing more than encourage the unrest of the citizens of Silesse when they'd heard of it. 

They struggled to feed and clothe themselves while this brat lounged about? So it was when one steward tasked with the princelings wellbeing gotten fed up with him after a particularly poignant bout of brattiness that he'd actually been helped by the guards in taking the rude little royal and jamming him into a trunk with his bared feet sticking out the top. The tired steward had taken him out to his home village in the countryside keeping the boy squealing inside his soundproof box the whole time with neverending foot tickles. He'd set up in an alley and charged passerby coins to tickle the trapped feet. It was a thief inside the box he told them. A young pickpocket who'd tried to steal from an old woman and been caught by a creative guard. The young Lewyn had been popular with young peasant girls who'd used sticks and dirty fingernails and older noble women who been fonder of stiff feathers and hard pinches. At night he'd be taken to the stewards home and tormented personally by him and his friends who would oil and bathe his feet until the next day when just hot breath upon the soles would have him shrieking inside his box. For two months this was the little princelings life until his father's guard found him. The steward got away but Lewyn was different from then on. Wearing thick heavy socks and being far more obedient and polite to those entrusted with him. The experience had left Lewyn's feet deathly sensitive to the point that he couldn't wear regular socks.

Now that the little imps had figured it out he was more than willing to debase himself on even the off chance it would save him from a horrid foot tickling. The head one gestured against the wall and motioned for him to go there. Lewyn obliged turning on the bed so that he was sitting with his back against the wall. When the leader looked away his eyes darted up to the open window which was now even closer. A startled yipe escaped his lips as one of the pair holding his feet hostage climbed down. The leader turned back to him and placed his hands behind his head then pointed to him. The almost bare naked mage complied and folded his arms behind his head. He assumed that the fact that he would be punished for taking them down, didn't need to be said. The imp in charge cackled and waved his comrades over and they gathered around his erect cock. The head one climbed atop his balls and reclined in them like he owned the place. He gave his comfortable new seat a few pinches and smiled at how the giant him and his men had captured squealed. A light stroke of a tiny hand over Lewyn's big toe was enough to remind him to be still and quiet. The other three sat down as well and though that horrible fur on their rears drove Lewyn up the wall as they drove it into his crotch, it was quickly forgotten as at their leaders order they all pressed their tiny clawed feet against his cock and ran the claws up and down the organ as it's owner shook and bit his lip to try and stifle himself.

The head imp joined in and the Guiding Breeze screwed his eyes shut to try and distract himself even as the tears pricked through. A thin film of clear liquid started to seep down from the opening as Lewyn moaned at the strange sensation he was being subjected to. His back arched and a deep guttural moan ripped through him as like a fountain he sprayed from his manhood. He fell back and could only watch in horror as the creatures frantically ran up and began scooping the semen off his still twitching member. They greedily slopped it upon themselves and howled in pleasure at their victory. The exhausted mage noticed that all five were there doing it, the fifth having abandoned his post at his feet. He saw a chance and took a deep breath in preparation. The head imp paused in his revelry to notice that their formation had been broken. Before he could yell though he was seized by the waist by his former victim and hurled through the window. The creatures screeched at their leader's death but with the other hand, Lewyn swept them all from his chest and headed for freedom. He dove from the window planning to roll with the impact when he hit the ground and take off running. Instead, he felt a jerk upon his leg and was swung face first into the side of the inn. He hung upside down dazed as he realized his folly.

In all of the excitement of his milking, he'd forgotten that not all of his bonds had been undone. Now as he hung upside down by the rope around his ankle trying to wriggle free he wished he'd thought harder before doing this. The imps came crawling out the window after him, chittering jeers as they climbed down the thread that kept him trapped. They looked significantly different now as well. Where before the little monsters had been only a few inches now they stood up to Lewyn's knee and sported an extra set of arms. One clambered down and took a grip on Lewyn's ankle it wiggled the fingers of one hand and brought them dangerously close to his vulnerable foot. What it didn't see was Lewyn carefully aiming his foot at it from behind. He kicked the creature lose and smiled it at the wet thud it made when it hit the ground. Another one came climbing down right after it though and this one has another thread which it looped around his free ankle to tie them both together. The creature laughed at his helplessness before climbing down the handsome ladder to seize his cock. It gripped it tightly by the shaft in one of its hands and with another traced a pair of fingers along the shaft. Lewyn swatted at the imp as another of them came clambering down him.

This one of the imps was just as big as the others but was daring. Once it got to Lewyn's ankles it dove off and sailed down before seizing him by one of his hanging wrists on the way. He tried to pull away but as a man of the arts and magic, he'd never been the strongest, instead he elected to try and slap it off. The creature simply seized that hand as well and now used both to climb the man's arms, making sure to dig its fingers and fuzzy toes in hard to his armpits so that it wouldn't fall. He tried to shake them off but between the ticklish ascent and how the one at his crotch was also now spidering its fingers along with his balls, he was losing his mind. The one at his arms reached his shoulders and settled its hairy legs against his armpits after clambering around behind him. It pulled the green haired man's arms up and forced them behind his back. It then produced yet another of those damn threads and tied it across his belly to force his wrists into his back. 

Now Lewyn was trussed up like a turkey waiting to be stuffed and could only fidget as the third one climbed out and wrapped itself around his ankles. Its tongue hung out as it looked upon the well-maintained size twelve soles in front of it. He could feel it's twenty nails running along the sides of his long feet and his whole body quivered at the touch. He tried to bend upwards to beg but caught a faceful of white and sticky liquid that had just been spat by his own body. He shook his head to try and shake loose the semen that now covered it as the imp working his cock passed handfuls of his seed to his remaining compatriots. They chittered in glee and Lewyn realized the source of their earlier changes as their skin seemed to bubble before him.

His examination of the evolution of the creature ended as he felt a small face bury itself in his soles and begin nipping at the extremely sensitive skin. The feeling of the creature's breath on his poor feet alone had the normally cool and collected mage shrieking and the way it's little teeth nibbled at the juicy ball of his left foot had him begging and debasing himself instantly for mercy.

"PL-PLEEHEHEAHAHAHSE!!! AHAHNNYWHERE BUT THHEREHAHAHAW!! I CAHAHAN'T TAHAHAKEE IT!! MEEHEHERCY!! MEHEHERECY PLEEEHEESE!!"

The monsters ignored him and the one at his back actually climbed up to join its fellow in the torment of his feet. Now Lewyn had two little mouths chewing and sucking on his sensitive feet and his laughter could be heard for miles. The few members of the Askr army who'd escaped could only grit their teeth as they snuck away with the sound of their former commanders humiliated begging. Lewyn felt something fuzzy and horrible working its way through his toes and pleaded unintelligibly for it to stop. The two imps used their newly formed fuzzy tails though to instead torment and fluff his long toes as their numerous fingers left not a single inch of his soles untouched.

The third imp though was the most sadistic. One pair of its little hands kept the runaway prince's still erect cock stimulated and aimed while it's lower set kept his head still so then when he came again under all the attention...SPLACK was the sound Lewyn's seed made as it caught him full in the face. The imp holding him laughed as it scooped up the semen from his cheeks and handed it to his fellows. Lewyn grit his teeth and screwed his eyes shut to keep his own product out of them. This made him miss the gathering crowd below him start to form. The tavern had started to empty out and the many imps inside in various stages watched. A few broke away to assist with the carrying away of prisoners to their King Surtr's dungeons but a sizeable number formed under the dangling hero to watch him be teased into madness. 

At the head of the crowd was what Lewyn had thought was a woman earlier when she had stolen his boots. If he could see her now holding the boots in the lower pair of her four arms he would probably adjust his thoughts. As Lewyn popped again into his own face and began to sag in his bonds she pointed up at the scene. Her finger was followed by the eyes of the entire crowd of imps and when she snapped her fingers they surged forwards. Up the wall of the tavern, the horde surged as they tried to get to the dangling man. The pair molesting Lewyn's gorgeous feet hissed at the oncoming mass but were quickly knocked from the man by the larger force and fell to their deaths. The threads that Lewyn hung by were strong but not invincible and under the new weight reached their limits. They snapped and as Lewyn was falling the last thing he saw was the leader of the imps reaching up for him before the hard thud of the ground knocked him unconscious.

When Lewyn's eyes opened next it was slowly and with great effort. He felt as if he wanted to sleep more but a loud sound was disturbing him and he wondered why his hands were bound behind him. Somebody he knew was laughing at his situation. He looked and saw L'Arachel laughing hard but not by choice. He was in a castle of some kind with large deep red banners hanging from the wallS. L'Arachel was riding the bull from earlier but with someone on behind her and as Lewyn's head cleared he was finally able to take in the scene before him. L'Arachel was riding the bull from the tavern in front of a great throne surrounded by smoldering fires. Lewyn swallowed at who he thought would be seated there but was surprised when instead he saw Surtr's youngest daughter Laevateinn enjoying the show. The shortest of the Muspellian royals watched with her chin in her hands and an expression of bliss as L'Arachel shrieked upon the iron bull. Now that his eyes had adjusted to the gloom he could make out the woman in robes from earlier but she seemed much less ladylike than he remembered with her eight arms and long fuzzy tail.

L'Arachel had been relieved of her top and her small breasts were currently the victims of a set of long-fingered hands that stroked along the sensitive things and toggled her pink nipples occasionally as if they were switches that turned her laughter up an octave each time they were thrown. From between her clasped armpits, another pair of hands danced in the captured Princesses hollows adjusting the pitch of her hilarity with the finest of finger movements. Laevateinn's head nodded along to the princesses pleas and squeals like it was the most beautiful of music that this monster was extracting from her. Like Lewyn's own hands L'Arachel's were bound behind her however unlike his, hers were in an elaborate set of stocks that also kept her ankles still on either side of them. 

The backs of her hands and the tops of her feet rested atop a plate of metal that acted as a staging area and contained ties that readily accommodated all of her fingers and toes in a way that kept her palms and soles smooth and laid out before this monster that played her fingers expertly over the tasty skin like they were keyboards for an instrument. The final two hands of the artist lazily played down the bare back of the noble lady of Grusten and along her clothed backside with light skitters and hard pokes as well. The bull bucked beneath the pair of them and though the monster stayed perfectly still upon it, even in the dark it was plain to see that L'Arachel was fighting to keep her balance. Lewyn peered closer and saw why.

Though it looked at first like they were simply in front of Laevateinn's throne, drawing closer revealed that the bull was raised higher than he'd originally thought because of how it rested in a pit. Surrounding the bull was a twitching wave of imps in various stages of their evolution, the little monsters waved all manner of tools from all number of arms as they watched L'Arachel twitch upon the bull and try to keep her balance so that she wouldn't fall in with the tickle hungry monsters. The monster noticed him and smiled before moving a pair of hands down to dance along L'Arachel's ribs and jiggle her belly. The green haired princess broke and tried to twist away from the tickles but forgot where she was. She frantically tried to get ahold of the bull with her knees but she was already falling and everyone could see it. 

The Princess Laevateinn leaned forward with a look of hunger as L'Arachel flopped onto the floor belly first. In seconds the imps were all over there still hogtied prize. Feathers, fingers and tiny toes went into the ears that had always been perked for the sounds of any soul in danger and made her scream for a hero of justice of her own. A pack of determined little imps ravaged her thighs with forks and spurs, lightly dragging the instruments along the smooth skin just light enough to not hurt but also hard enough to irritate the tickly gap they'd claimed. One daring little monster fought off two others and parked himself right in front of the hysterical face of the captured hero. He had only two arms but put both of them to use gingerly tickling the button nose of this woman before him. A mass of fuzzy tails wrapped through L'Arachel's long toes and intertwined through the digits. 

Flossing along with their bristly fur before finally tightening enough to immobilize them. The stocks that held her still were opened and removed but she was no more free as all this did was allow her tormentors to seize her wrists and reposition her into a new position of their choosing. Her hands were dragged in front of her before they were weighted down by an imp for each finger who tormented her palms with their feet and while simultaneously worshipping her fingers as they held them still. Soon Lewyn lost sight of the poor lass even as she shrieked the name of every single person she'd ever known and begged for them to save her. He saw an increasing pool of white start to form on the floor between her legs and he started to back away.

When L'Arachel went silent he turned and ran. Cursing how he hadn't been able to save his friend but smacked into a bare chest almost immediately. He looked up at the tall form of Michalis formerly of the Order of Heroes who'd been captured by Surtr long ago and who now served as one of his brainwashed servants. Lewyn began to say something but was quickly scooped up by Surtr's footman who carried him like a princess towards the pit. He twisted and tried to get away but as a member of the Order, Michalis had always been strong and with Surtr's dark power surging through him now his grip was like iron itself upon the scared and tired mage. The imps cleared a path for them as Lewyn was brought to the mechanical bull where the monster clapped with glee. He tried to struggle as the stocks that had been taken off L'Arachel were brought over and they set him in them but the monster seemed to be even stronger than the Footman. She whispered into his ears as the click of the device locking in place sealed his fate.

"You've had my eye for a bit now handsome. King Surtr sent me to recapture Xander and bring the two that felled Hilda but you were just so appealing that I accidentally let Xander get away. I know it's not your fault that you're just so delicious."

She brushed the hair from Lewyn's eye with one hand and with another pair began to rub his shoulders. Though it did feel good Lewyn could still feel it as the footman pinned each of his fingers individually and bound them to the plate with the ties. The monster continued to whisper into his ear as another pair of its hands started to massage his neck.

"My name is Alitt, pretty man. Once I was just like my subjects here but I drank enough of the delicious milk you humans make to grow to this point and rule my kind. Surtr's footman gave me much of it and for that, I will always thank him." Lewyn heard a yipe from the footman and looked back to see him flushed as a hand ran up and down his abdominals. He tried to push it away weakly but was giggling too hard to put up much resistance. Her hands stopped pestering the slave and moved to carefully rubbing the sole of the one foot that he'd managed to restrain so far. Alitt was careful to keep her nails out of the sensitive flesh so as not to tickle her prey just yet and instead daintily pushed into the softened foot to further relax the man. Lewyn couldn't hold any tension in his body at the moment if he tried and as such his other hand and foot relaxed their digits and were quickly bound tight by the tall slave. When he nodded at the completion of his task Alitt hissed in happiness right into Lewyn's ear before sliding a hand up into his ribs.

"Such a loyal man he is and a fine servant to King Surtr. My subjects do love him and his big soft feet, it's hard to get him away from Surtr sometimes so when I do have him I simply must enjoy him."

A look of terror overtook the footman's face and he turned to run but in seconds was down as the imps surged over him. Lewyn looked away as the former Heroes feet were tormented and his cock milked. He was muffled quickly so that Alitt could continue to tease Lewyn without being talked over.

"You though Lewyn may eclipse him as King Surtr's new favorite. He was excited to simply have a bard to play for his favorite dancer boy but from what your friend has told us of just how sensitive these delectable feet of yours are we may use you as a singer instead."

Another of Alitt's hands snuck along and acted as if it was on a leisurely stroll across the man's quivering stomach. It stopped at his navel and the pair of fingers entered the sensitive divot and flicked back and forth. Lewyn twisted and squirmed atop the bull to try and escape but started sliding off instead. The imps surged to meet him but Alitt's many arms pulled him back to her.

"Oh? That would have been so disappointingly quick that I might've cried. While I appreciate your desire to see the little ones fed and played with, I must ask you not to worry. They have quite a bit to keep them occupied."

Sure enough, as L'Arachel began to stir the imps pulled her over by the struggling footman and resumed her torment right alongside the other.

"Quite the find herself. Do you know that was her third time upon the steed with me? Her first time it took me the better part of the afternoon to finally topple her off the first time. She is quite the rider so please try to match her Sir Lewyn."

A hand snuck up alongside the prince's side caressing the skin. It traveled slowly up and into his armpit before extending a single finger to tease inside the hollow and cause Lewyn to try and jerk away from it. Keeping him twisting before him Alitt admired the bard's dancing skills and chuckled before moving on to the main course. Five fingers lit upon each of Lewyn's round heels and froze him instantly with fear of what was to come, he tried to beg her not to but found himself unable to form words and only capable of a gibbering whimper. The hands wobbled his heels back before tickling his ankles lightly flitting spider tickles.

"Hehehedoohon't" Lewyn sputtered as Alitt's fuzzy tail curled around his waist. For a second he wondered just how much seed must have been wrung from his fellow heroes for her to grow this appendage which was longer than he was tall but that disappeared as he felt a pair of lips on his shoulder. The monster was laying gentle kisses there as if it was apologizing to him but all Lewyn could do was shiver at the strange feeling of its lips in the middle of all these sensations.

The hands back down at his traveled down slowly. The fingers pressed into the warm flesh as they traveled down the long sole.

"Hahahehahapleeheese!!!"

They pressed in harder at the arches, enough to press the captive feet against the metal and rob them of the last inch of freedom they had before the fingers returned back to the heel and came down the foot again but faster this time.

"No! Nohoho STAHHAP!! NOOHOHO! DOHOHN'T EHEHEHAHA!"

Lewyn shook and fought as his sensitive feet, were tickled all over by Alitt's nimble fingers and he would have tumbled right off the bull if it wasn't for Alitt's fluffy tail keeping him steady. The long appendage had wrapped around his waist and cock and squeezed lightly upon his shaft as punishment for trying to fall off again. Just to further torture him Alitt brought even more of her hands in to play with her trapped man. One hand went down the line playing with his toes at random, picking one at a time to twiddle and bully without any pattern while the other scratched lightly at Lewyn's palms showing the man that his captor knew his own body better than he did at this point.

"AHAHAAHAHASTAAHAPP!! YOOHOHUR! KIHILILING! MEEHEEHEE!!"

"Such a dramatic man. Probably why your such a great entertainer, that flair probably keeps all the ladies on the edge of their seats."

Lewyn was on the edge of his as he tried this time to fall but found himself thwarted again by the damned fuzzy, wuzzy tail. White seed leaked from between its coils as his body betrayed him and the imps gathered in a pile to try and get the drops as they fell.

Lewyn was finding it harder and harder to concentrate on any kind of plan or trick or anything but the teasing whispers of the monster who was playing him like a finely tuned instrument for the Princess Laevateinn who now had the unconscious L'Arachel before her. Through tear-filled eyes, Lewyn could only watch as his friend had the damnable golden powder that Surtr used to brainwash heroes poured over her sleeping form. She twitched slightly as the youngest Muspel royal worked over her breasts and hips before she was dragged away by the exhausted footman. Laevateinn something about the "baths" and "personal attention" but to the red-faced Prince of Silesse, his world was a cocoon of fingers dancing over his skin and the teasing whispers of Alitt.

"Oooh don't worry you'll join her in the baths later. King Surtr will have to see if the new monster in the water is doing a good job. You two will be it's first job since Hilda isn't around anymore to put you through the steps.”

"NOHOOOHO!! NAHAHAT THE BAHAHTHS!! PLEEEHEESE!! NOOHOHO MOOHOHORE TIHIHIHCKLES!!!" Fingers danced up his sides as his arches were drilled and scratched roughly as Alitt started to show less and restraint.

Lewyn's head spun and his vision blurred as he felt like he was sinking into a world of nothing but tickles and humiliation. The stocks were ripped off of him but Lewyn didn't even notice in his laughing fit as he was shoved forward off the bull to the ground. He landed on his face with his rear in the air but before he could even form a thought the imps were all over him. His belly suckled and nibbled upon by a million tiny mouths while his armpits were scaled by tiny creatures who used the hair inside to reach new places to dig into. His nipples were bitten and his palms scratched while his hips were brushed and feathers forced into his navel. Through all of this though his feet never touched the as Alitt held his ankles from her perch and the six other hands played along the tops, bottoms, and sides of his size twelve weaknesses. Her teasing. Lacking even the power to twitch anymore as the imps climbed his pillowy buttocks and slid down them Lewyn simply drooled on the ground as his eyes fluttered closed on the sight of imps lining up to take a turn on sucking seed straight from his organ.

The war against Muspel had reached a turning point. Despite having an overwhelmingly more skilled force with a literal army of Heroes Askr had at first been stymied by King Surtr's forces and been chased out of quite a few territories. Finally, a turning point had been reached with the first real blow against Muspel struck. Not only had one of Surtr's generals been slain and a pack of his monsters defeated but the Order had actually managed to rescue a prisoner from the madman and found out important information about his movements from Prince Xander who was grateful to have been saved. Sadly his freedom had come at a price with the two brave heroes that had saved him and won Askr's biggest victory falling right into Surtr's clutches. 

Now as Surtr's armies advanced, the mad king sat upon his throne and enjoyed his favorite dancer boy who now had musical accompaniment from his new singer girl with the enchanted clothes that made her itch at the snap of her king's fingers. She did well to add to Twinkle-Toes daily dances atop the slave pits with the skilled lute playing of the green haired bard that Surtr was now equally fond of. He sat upon the special stool Surtr had made for him with his ankles crossed in shackles beneath him that kept them still. Playing the songs requested by his liege as the metronome below him swiped the feather back across his bare soles to help him keep rhythm. He lived for the tickles and thanked his master when he tossed him and the singer girl who into the pit when Twinkle-Toes failed, where his trapped soles were easy prey for the rabid slave who would subdue his fellows with her tongue. She would usually save him for last though due to his inability to run and while he watched Twinkle-Toes and the green haired girl squeal and turn pink as they were suckled and sampled by the torturer, he'd wonder who the voice in the back in the of his head was and why it sounded so sad. Probably nothing important he concluded as he wiggled his toes eagerly awaiting his turn for more marvelous tickles.

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Ephraim’s Village Life

The Prince of Renais had always been a headstrong young man. As a child, he'd been scolded many times for making his friends or twin sister cry with his rough and tumble games. He'd been reprimanded for pestering the castle knights into teaching him swordsmanship on several different occasions. So when he'd come of age the fact that he'd thrown himself into pursuits of the martial had come as no surprise to anyone, he shied away from no challenge. The battle against the monsters that infested his homeland of Magvel, the invasion from their former allies of Grado and especially Askr and Nifl's war against Muspel and Hel. The last one indeed had thrilled him the most. The idea of fighting alongside not only his former traveling companions once again but also an entire army of storied Heroes and Villians exhilarated him. Since being summoned to Askr he'd seen such sights. Men who could shapeshift into beasts and birds as well as mages who wielded not just the elements but also the stars and sky as weapons. He'd crossed blades with old allies and fought back to back with sworn enemies. Nothing had excited him more than when the summoner had told him of this battle.

A new hero had entered the fray and had yet to ally with either Askr or King Surtr of Muspel. Apparently, he'd instead elected to hole up with his few soldiers in the same ruins that had summoned along with them into the desert. This had all made sense to Ephraim once he had been told that it was his childhood friend Lyon who led that band. He'd immediately seized his lance Siegmund and volunteered for the vanguard. The fact that Muspellian troops were closing in on the location as well had only strengthened his resolve. Now as they stood outside the ruins he smiled. He believed that the Summoner could have no chosen no better for the excursion. Flanking the horse-borne lord were three men who looked exactly like him and shared his name. The summoner had explained to him once that the three were also him but from different points in his life but they all had been eager to save their friend at learning of his plight.

They'd been joined by a flirty mercenary that had introduced himself to Ephraim as Lazlow but he'd heard him called a different name around the castle and his liege, a dour-faced fellow prince named Xander who had apparently decided to come simply to keep his retainer out of trouble. Lazlow's reasoning for coming was that he had quite a bit of experience with fighting in ruins but Ephraim couldn't help but notice that the Hero had been quite deflated at the revelation that Lyon was a male.

They drew closer to the ruins and began to see bodies strewn across the ground wearing the uniforms of both Muspel and Grado. A loud roar pierced the night and Ephraim charged ahead despite warnings from his other selves to be wary. Upon entering he was greeted with the sight of a massive roaring cyclops standing amid dozens of defeated soldiers of Grado. It stood at the size of ten men and Ephraim was eager to do battle with such a creature until he saw a glimpse of silver between the fingers of the huge creature's hand. On recognizing the unconscious frame of his missing friend Lyon he charged without a second thought. He plunged his lance Siegmund into its ankle and covered his ears at its deafening roar of pain. Its muscles were thick and stopped him from being able to recover his lance. Instead, as the creature raised it's massive foot he hung on by the legendary weapon for dear life as it tried to shake him off. He drew a short dagger and tried to use it to pry his lance free as he saw his other versions and the two Nohrians enter the ruins weapons drawn and charge the creature. He cheered at the sight but the momentary distraction was enough for him to lose his grip on his lance and be dislodged from the creature. The monster seized him in its free hand and tossed him away from the battlefield as it turned its attention to the others. As the Prince flew his last was the creature bowling over all three of his other selves with one strike. He landed with a heavy thud and lost consciousness somewhere out in the dark desert.

When Ephraim awoke the sun was up and his throat was dry. He got to his feet and surveyed the landscape to find naught in any directions but dunes and rocks. He touched his forehead to find it already soaked in sweat and realized that he must have been unconscious in the sun for a dangerous amount of time already. He shed his armor quickly to prevent from overheating as he tried to formulate a plan. The prince had never been the thinker of any group and had always preferred to rely on others for strategy so he chose a direction at random and struck out blindly. As he walked he grew only hotter and shed more clothes to try and alleviate this. He ended up leaving a trail from where he landed of various things. His belt, chainmail and over clothes, and others were quickly left behind without a thought by the royal. When he finally found tracks in the sand he was down to simply his long johns and socks. He found the shape of bare feet in the sand and was overjoyed. He'd been wandering for so long that the sun was starting to set and he was sure that he wouldn't be ready for the cold. He followed them for awhile shivering the whole way and trying not to think upon how the others had fared in their battle. When he finally saw the fires in the distance he had almost completely convinced himself that the others had most definitely won and saved Lyon. He drew closer and could make out some kind of small village with a large bonfire in the center. He drew closer with his hands raised trying to look non-threatening to the villagers.

They seemed to be a tribal people wearing naught more than loincloths and wrapped cloth with necklaces and bracelets that seemed to hang bones and teeth from them. Two men broke from the bonfire and sized him up as he drew closer while the others shooed away children. The two men were both much larger and well muscled than the prince who was not exactly slight himself.

"Help me. Please. I am lost and thirsty. Do you understand?"

They drew closer and quickly moved to surround him while giving no indication that they understood his pleas. One motioned him closer to the village center while the other stepped behind him to show that this was not optional. He complied and was led into the village where a number of other similar tribals awaited, males and females alike. He was sat down on a hide that had been stretched out over the sand with his escorts sat as well. They handed him a crude waterskin which he guzzled greedily causing all there to smile. 

One of his guards gestured at the skin and made a motion for another to which he nodded eagerly. His guard laughed and waved for another which was promptly delivered by a skinnier tribal who handed it to Ephraim who eagerly grabbed it. His hand touched the other man's hand and seemed to linger but the teal haired Lord didn't notice as he instead gulped down the water. He immediately noticed that this wasn't water but the burning liquid was still swallowed down. It sat in his belly and made him feel warm all the way through which was nice. The tribals handed him another which he was hesitant to drink at first until the larger tribal behind him clapped him on the back and tipped it down his throat himself. Ephraim sputtered and choked on the fiery liquid but his new friend placed a large hand to his toned stomach and rubbed it through the thin long johns with his rough hands. The other waved the slender one over and took yet another jug from him. With one behind him holding the weak and tipsy prince still, his partner forced the jug his lips and poured yet more of the firewater down him.

The two released him and watched as he got to his feet shakily and stumble around. He collapsed to his knees as the tribals laughed uproariously at the drunken prince. One of the large men came up behind him and wrapped a hand around his waist to pull him up before sitting back down with the gasping hero on his lap. He ran rough fingertips over his new friend's cloth covered stomach and laughed at the goofy expression that overtook his face. He pressed a finger into the prince's cheek and laughed even more at how his hand was swatted away by his sluggish toy. He added the other hand in to dig into Ephraim's stomach. The other tribals laughed at how he clapped his hands to his mouth and how they could hear him cracking behind them as he tried to plead.

"Kehehe please...neheheoo! St-st-stehahap!"

Ephraim hadn't been that ticklish before but as Surtr's power grew with every hero he captured so did Loki and her magic. Now, most of the order was so ridiculously sensitive to Surtr's favorite method of interrogation something that these tribals seemed to know. The other of Ephraim's two escorts came over and seized his wrists in one massive hand and yanked them above his head. He then plunged his free hand into Ephraim's armpit and dug in through the cloth.

"Ahahha! Noohohoo! Geheht awahahaf!! Stahahap," the drunken prince slurred at his two assailants and tried to kick them away. Unfortunately, in his current state, all he could do was wildly flail his legs which his captors easily avoided except for one. The slender serving boy from before had stepped forward warily and had caught Ephraim's socked foot to the chest for his trouble, he had gone down into the dirt. In retaliation for knocking down one of there own the two bruisers stepped it up a notch. The one behind him released his hold so that the one in front could push Ephraim down face first on the log they had been sitting on. He then sat upon the back of the proud Hero before digging right back to the unwilling drunkard's armpits. Ephraim tried to reach so as to stop the dastard but couldn't due to his positioning so instead opted to again clap his hands to his mouth to try and hold it in. The weight on his back doubled as he moaned into his hands before he suddenly felt cold night on his pale rump. The other of his captors had yanked down his underclothes and exposed his rear so that he could run his tough fingers over the tight rear.

  "Mmmppmm!! Mmmpphh!!" Ephraim shouted into his hands trying to keep it in. The tribal paying attention to his rear pinched and slapped at the skin with one hand while scratching right at the spot where Ephraim's tight rear joined his smooth thighs before bending and placing a kiss at his new favorite spot on the tribe's new toy. Tears began to leak from his eyes serving to further blur his vision as he squirmed under his torturer's attention. He felt his ankle seized and pulled up and broke at the very idea.

"NO! Nohohononono! Nahahahat thehere hawhawhehe! Meehehercy!" The serving boy ignored him as he traced the prince's foot through the dirty cotton sock. He pulled at the ankle and trapped it between his own thighs while lying back on the log. The slender tribal boy licked his lips at the idea of getting revenge on this bad foot that had embarrassed him. He pinched the big toe to a startled yip from his victim and pulled at the thin sock slowly as he unwrapped his present. The other two tribals slackened off on their tortures before finally stopping completely to enjoy the show their tribesman was putting on to make their victim shriek and beg like this. Their heavy hands stayed right where they were though as a warning to him. The skinnier one finally pulled the sock off and admired the long flexing toes before throwing their former covering into the sand. He immediately placed them into his mouth and began to suck on the tender digits while running his fingers over the sole that he kept taut with his mouth.

"Ahaha! Hahaha! Hehehe! Nononohohoho! Stahahap! Yoohohu're kihiihilling meehehee hawhawhaw!"

Ephraim went wild in his position on the log causing his other captors to make good on their threat and dig back into his muscled hollows and juicy rear driving the drunken prince even further up the wall. He tried again to reach back and stop them but all that did was open even more of sensitive pitties to questing fingers. In frustration, the shrieking hero banged his fists on the log as he felt a tongue wrap around his baby toe and jostle it side to side. Finally, he resorted to simply holding his mouth shut and screwing his eyes shut in the insane hope that he could ignore the tickles that were currently melting his mind. The feeling of soft hands on his wrists though ended even this pointless protest as he opened his eyes to the sight of what may have been the tallest woman he'd ever seen.

She smiled at the berserk teal haired man, revealing her cheeks to be bulging with something and as she pulled his wrists to the ground she crushed her lips to his and spit it into his gasping mouth before a putting a hand over it to keep him from spitting it out. Another tribesman pinched his nose closed so that the frantic man had no choice but to swallow yet another mouthful of there homebrewed firewater or choke on his own laughter. His head was swimming and his vision went dark as she continued to smile at him even as he passed out.

That was the last day of Ephraim's life as a Hero and Prince and the beginning of his life as a hapless slave to the tribe. Over the next month, the people of the tribe would keep him weak and pliable with various berries and mushrooms they'd force him to take under threat of even more tickling which would usually be administered by none other than the same serving boy who had ravaged his foot on his first night in the village. Tonight as Ephraim lie in the dirt he saw him coming again and prepared himself.

The serving boy came every night to feed him and usually have some fun with him before he drifted off to sleep due to exhaustion. From studying conversations between the tribesman he'd figured out that his name was B'naru and now as he came with the usual palm leaf baring his food and drink he was ready to turn the tables. Ephraim's was a short domed cage that wasn't even tall enough for him to sit up in let alone even think of standing up. The most he could achieve was to be on all fours with his hands and knees in the dirt and even then parts of the cage would still rub against him. His long johns were filthy because of this even though the tribespeople "washed" them once after finally understanding his pleas. They'd thrown them in the river and then forced him to wear the sopping cloth as he went about his various humiliating tasks around the village including having the children draw with clay tipped sticks on his ticklish abs or to have his feet traced with the same sticks on a makeshift banner. Every time he looked up to see that flag flying over the village with the outline of an all too familiar foot he flushed at the idea of his sister Eirika recognizing it even with the feather that had been drawn over it.

Now as he waited for B'naru to open the cage bring his food he thought of all the humiliations he'd endured as a way to motivate himself to hurt this person. B'naru had stood out amongst the tribe for his slight frame compared to the robust statures of his fellows. While every single man in the tribe had a physique that transcended mere survival needs and showed instead an interest in showing off while the women here were all at least a foot taller than the prince who was no slouch in either department having trained his just shy of a six-foot frame for battle since childhood. His captor opened the cage and crawled in to lay down the leaf-bearing the food and drink for his prisoner before beckoning him over. 

Ephraim was all too happy to oblige him and picking up as much speed as he could on his hands and knees like this tackled the other man into the side of the cage causing him to yell for help. Ephraim was quick to make sure that his captor was pinned to the cage before kicking over the drugged food into the dirt with his bare foot. Other tribesmen came running at B'naru's scream dashing Ephraim's plan at escape so instead, he switched to revenge. He hooked his hands into B'naru's underarms and dragged him into the center of the cage while keeping him placid with tickles to his hollows and nips to his neck. He pushed the slender tribesman down and prepared to really punish him but made a fatal mistake.

Despite himself, the Prince of Renais body wouldn't lie for him and as such his penis was currently rock hard through his thin long johns and as such it presented a ready target for the scared tribal under Ephraim so when B'naru seized them by the shaft and ran his light fingers under his balls Ephraim crumbled into the tribesman's arms. In seconds he was flipped by his smaller opponent who gripped it tightly and pulled down his thin pants to expose it completely. He spidered his fingers lightly up and down the shaft as the others opened the cage and grabbed the struggling prisoner who was currently clawing at the dirt to try and escape from his oncoming punishment. He was dragged out and held down as both B'naru and his two captors from when he first was captured reminisced with him by tickling him out of his mind while other tribesmen came over carrying what they usually used to punish him. 

The shorter of the two musclemen hooked his hands to run his rough fingertips over Ephraim's perked nipples making the Prince go wild in his arms while his bald partner did away with any formalities by simply holding down his ankle and digging into the arch. The other tribesmen lay down a heavy rug in the dirt as Ephraim screamed and begged due to knowing what came next. They relented in their torture long enough to lift up the exhausted prince and place him face down on it. B'naru climbed atop Ephraim's and whispered things in his native language that Ephraim didn't understand as he held his wrists above his head. The others rolled the rug over the two them and laughed along with him as they cocooned the two inside the rug together.

They'd used the rug to transport and even punish him before. He'd recognized its make instantly as being from the Kingdom of Grado that his treasured friend Lyon hailed from, now he feared it like death itself from the time he'd spent trapped in it. Having a partner inside with him was new though, as was how his wrists were being restrained above his head at the moment while him and the merciless B'naru who never for a second relented on his armpits as this was going on. The devil forced his legs between Ephraim's bare ones so that he could force his own loincloth-clad frame against the Prince's scrumptious bottom making him acutely aware of what was beneath that fabric and also forcing's Ephraim's own defenseless member up against the rough fabric of the carpet. When the rolling up was complete and Ephraim couldn't move his body due to the constriction he barely noticed until they threw the water atop him and his partner. 

This was the usual finishing touch for when they put Ephraim in his punishment carpet. It tightened the fabric to the point where he couldn't move an inch inside the prison and neither could his captor. Not that it mattered to him though as he was right where he wanted to be his hands were right in Ephraim's pits where even the slightest vibration had him howling and his mouth was free to nibble and buzz all along the back of the teal haired man's sensitive neck. His voice reached a new pitch that he didn't even know it could when the rest of the tribe the as one focused on his helpless size twelve soles. A loop of twine was put around his big toes and drawn tight before a torrent of hands descended upon the ticklish feet. First, wet cloth was dragged up and down them to remove any dirt from the day of work that might mar the long soles. Then the cloth was rolled up and dragged between the toes to get any dirt there as well. At this point, Ephraim's screams were inhuman and starting to frustrate the tribe, an angry snapping of fingers brought forth a woman armed with one of his long-missing socks. She balled it up in one hand and forced it in between his teeth deep enough that he couldn't spit it up. She then positioned her hands so that she could tickle lightly at the Hero's ears on either side while B'naru continued to mar his slender neck with red bite marks.

Meanwhile his now pristine size 12's were laid into by the tribe. Each and every one of his desperately wiggling toes were pinched and pulled in different directions so that every single inch was available to the mob. Their pads were poked and the stems scratched. Some of them felt like they were in warm and wet caves as tribesmen sucked upon them while others were wrapped in stiff yet soft material and ravished as tribeswomen sawed ostrich feathers between them. His soles were simultaneously being massaged, licked and scratched both vigorously and lazily by what felt like a million fingers to his overwhelmed mind. Even the tops were attacked by a few tribeswomen who couldn't find room on his beleaguered soles to play. Fingers drew looping shapes over the skin while others simply pinched and scritched. Even his bound big toes weren't spared as he felt what was unmistakably a tribesmen's cock forced between them and fingers seize them daintily to drag them up and down the thick member. Streams of tears ran down his cheeks and he screamed into his gag for mercy and as he kicked and bucked inside the carpet with what strength he could muster. Just as he could feel B'naru's toes starting to graze his throbbing member the high pitched sound of a horse pierced through the camp followed by the thunder of hoofbeats.

The tribesmen stopped their torture of the defeated prince and reacted in a panic as a whole squadron of cavalry rode through the village. A few seized branches and stones as they charged towards the ax-wielding interloper before them who dismounted quickly and began cutting them down with relish. Through tear-filled eyes, the gasping Ephraim recognized him as Helbindi one of Surtr's generals. Though he feared for his future at his hands if he had been free right now he would have worshipped the ground the man walked on as thanks for punishing his tormentors like this. The intimidating dark-skinned axe fighter even had the unwanted hitchhiker sharing the carpet with the prince struggling out of mostly fear until he silenced B'naru by bringing the butt of his down upon his head. A pair of barefooted compatriots dismounted behind him who Ephraim recognized as Morgan and the former Klein both fellow heroes that had been captured by Muspel. The Archer now known as Giggle-Boy nocked a pair of specialized arrows in his bow and fired at the pair of fleeing tribesmen that had first captured Prince Ephraim. They came apart mid-flight into ropes that wrapped around the ankles of their targets putting both men face down into the dirt where they struggled to try and get free. Giggle-Boy covered his mouth as the sweet sound that gave him his namesake leaked out at the praise he'd get from his mistress for having caught extra toys for the dungeons and how he'd beg her to let him put his tricky in between them as she broke them.

Ephraim hoarsely tried to beg for mercy as the trio chased off the last of the tribals but was drowned out by shouting of the young Morgan as the short hero cast a spell. "GIGGLENGAGAP!!" he shouted as both the pink and black book and his own right hand glowed with white light as he pointed to his target. The tall woman had thought herself free and clear from the invaders but as the clouds above her parted she made the mistake of hesitating to look up at the strange light that enveloped her. She shrieked as random points along her lanky naked frame were attacked by varied sensations magically. Cold fingers dug into her insteps while warm tongues devoured her neck. Her lower back was teased with fluffy feathers as her armpits felt like stiff ones were drilling into them. She fell to the ground swatting and kicking at nothing as each and every one of her toes and fingers felt like they were being nibbled upon by individual mouths. Morgan whispered an apology under his breath to the woman for both the spell and what her future he'd doomed her to by catching her. Surtr always needed new troops and servants and ticklish ones were his absolute favorite. Still, that was only one capture and if he was to win the evil game that Helbindi had laid out for him then-

The short mage was tackled to the ground by his fellow pleasure slave Giggle-Boy and tried to shield himself from the lunatic tickle assault on his belly.

"Yay! My buddy Morgan caught one! Way to go Morgan! You've got half my score now!" Giggle Boy's lacey apron flapped in the wind with only the strap across his pale buttocks keeping the cloth on the body of the blonde. From behind Helbindi could see literally everything and as the two grappled he set about the binding of their respective catches.

"Noohohoho stop!! Kleihihn pleeheese!!"

"Who?! Morgan buddy I've told you my name!"

The apron-clad tickle pet wrapped his arms around the panties clad waist of his comrade and licked his lips. He smiled and put his lips right under the mages navel and blew.

"PPBBPPTT!! "Ahahaha! Nononoooho Klehee-"

"Uh-uh-uh! PBBBPPTT!"

"Guahaha Gihih-"

"What was that? Still not my name. BBBPPTT!"

Morgan tried to wedge the tome that Loki had given him between his ticklish belly and the evil boy that was devouring it with raspberries. He wrapped his legs around his attacker who responded with another raspberry but this time to his defenseless side.

"Geeheehehheggle Bohohoy stop pleeheese!!"

"One more but say it clearly Morgan! Otherwise, I won't stop! PPPBBBTT!"

"Giggle-Boy stahahahp you're killing mehehee!"

"There we go. Morgan, you're so soft. It's because Princess Laegjarn spoils you so much you kn-W-wha-wait!!"

Quick as a flash the mage seized the archer by the wrist and simultaneously rolled his hips and was now sitting between his former torturer's shoulder blades with Giggle-Boy's face trapped in his steepled soles. He wasted no time in tickling his allies ears while taunting him.

"I'm too soft? Huh, Giggle-Boy? Who's soft now huh? Tickle, tickle! Cootchie,cootchie, Klein!"

"Mmmheheh hmhmehehmmp!!

"Kiss my feet, Klein! They’re so soft right? Well then kiss them and maybe I'll let you go!"

His fingers danced inside the blonde's ears and all over them as well as his victim pounded his fists in the dirt and howled into his former victim's soles.

"DO IT GIGGLE-BOY! PUCKER UP OR THESE EARS OF YOURS ARE JUST GONNA KEEP GETTING IT. TICKLE, TICKLE ALL OVER THESE SOFT EARS!!"

A ridiculous grin broke over Morgan's as he felt the tender lips of the other man press to his size 8 sole and worship it. He felt his tongue slip out and couldn't contain it.

"OhhhhhUUUAAHHITFEELSSOOGOOODD!!"

Morgan held his sides as if he might split in half at the amazing feeling, his previous rage completely gone. He fell back across Giggle-Boy's back and huffing and wheezing as Klein easily forced his way out of the foot jail but kept ahold of his ankle. The blue-eyed archer got his way up onto his even with the other slave on his back, making sure to keep that delicious leg of his draped over his shoulder as he placed to the sole and licked up to the knee.

"Ooohhh your soooo meeeaaan..."

"Mmm, and you're so soft. It's nice how Mistress Loki's classes with you are getting you to fit in better. To think you thought you were special to the Princess."

"Noooo sh-she....."

"Doesn't complain, does she?”

His tongue entwined into Morgan's toes as saliva dribbled down both his chin and his friends pink sole.

"Mmmm so soft."

He dug his fingers into his instep for an instantaneous reaction.

"AHAHAHAHEE YOUR MEEHEEAN!"

"Awww but you're just so soft. How about that Mister Strategy?"

"How about ambush brats?"

A large caramel colored hand seized Morgan's ankle from Giggle-Boy and shoved the young man down onto his rear. Then another seized his ankle and pulled it into a headlock right next to the other one.

"So did you two happen to forget what we're here for? Because it seems like you did. They stick me with you two shrimp to play babysitter and you think we're out here for a picnic? You roll around with each other like you missed nap time? Well if you little punks wanna act like babies how about we play some kids games?"

Helbindi slapped his big hand across both of the teen's small feet before taking Giggle-Boy's big toe between his fingers and twiddling it.

"This widdle piggy been naughty. Playing when he was told no."

He moved to Morgan's big toe and gently scritched the pad as he wiggled it. "This little piggy no better. Thinking his boss told a joke."

He moved back to Klein by pinching his index toe straight getting a startled yelp out of the slave. "This little piggy had a job to do. Catching toys for his king. He only got two but was lazy, thinking that was."

Morgan's fists beat on Helbindi's broad back as he begged. "Plee-hee-se Mr. Helbindi I'm saharry!"

He was ignored and squealed when his 2nd toesie was pinched even harder before it was twiddled to the barely a rhyme "This little piggy even worse! Getting just one for his king. He thinks that his Princess can save but he's gonna learn a few things."

A strong finger went up the sole accompanied by a deep hum as Giggle-Boy's middle toe was the next victim. "So this teeny piggy got taught right by his Uncle Helbindi's favorite hold."

Morgan tried to clench his tiny digits in defense but they were easily pried open by the savage Axe-Fighters thick fingers and the middle toe got its punishment just like all the others. "All these little piggies went wee, wee, wee saying they'd do what they were told."

Klein stuffed his fist in his mouth as the next toe was bullied just like all the others. "So this little piggy learned a lesson. Straightened up and flew right."

Morgan's face was tomato red and he thanked the gods that there were only five piggies on his poor foot as the next verse came at his expense. "This little piggy got punished and it lasted all through the night. He screamed and he begged as the king watched him laughing at his bad time."

Giggle-Boy's baby toe got it the worst of them all. Flossed between two fingers. "Or was it this piggy who was bad?"

Morgan's littlest toe got it to finish the game. "Let's play a game to find out."

"Alright one of you has two points and the other has one. We've got an extra slave right here though that I'm going to give to you shortie. So that now you two are tied which leaves us only with the Prince."

Helbindi dragged the unconscious B'naru out of the carpet and set to binding him as he continued lecturing the two. "Way I see it Princey here has two feet and we've got two boys out in here who are in trouble. So let's make it a contest. Whoever the Prince says is the winner gets off the hook. The loser is going with him to Surtr's chambers."

"Pl-please no-no more ple-please I beg you!"

The desperate voice of Prince Ephraim cut in to beg for respite. Instead, the rough hand of Helbindi ruffled his hair as the general mocked him.

"Haha, sorry friend if you don't like this. This is your life now I'm afraid. Whatever happens here is gonna be gentle compared to when Surtr gets you. Alright, boys line up let's see what you got.

Giggle-Boy and Morgan each dropped to their knees before Ephraim and took a foot each. Morgan looked back at Helbindi with a questioning look while Giggle-Boy dove right in and ran his fingers all over the long sole he had in front of him.

"C'mon on laugh Mr. Prince I know it tickles and so do you so laugh! Cootchie cootchie! C'mon laugh already! There's no way these soft feet aren't ticklish. Doesn't it tickle when I pinch at these arches? Oooh, tickle tickle when I run my nails on this nice arch hmmm? C'mon how come you aren't laughing?"

"N-n-no. I-i-it it doe-doesn't t-t-ti-tic-tickle!"

"You're such a liar! Come on why are you being so silly?! JUST LAUGH!!"

"G-go an-and h-h-hehe-hang!"

Giggle-Boy pulled at his hair before going even harder on the Restoration Lord. "You're telling me these pretty toes of yours aren't ticklish? That when I twiddle them like this! Deedle, leedle! Or scratch their undersides like this! Cootchie, cootchie! That doesn't make you wanna laugh?!"

"N-n-n-nev-never! No-naha-not aha-ahall!"

"Ooooh you're lying I can hear those giggles in there. Those sweet giggles want out! How about these nice heels? Soooo smooth and firm. Maybe just one finger? One tickly finger on the bottom? Tickle, wickle goes the widdle finger. Will the strong prince laugh now?"

"Nehe-nehe-no!"

Giggle-Boy looked back at Helbindi who was staring daggers at him before turning to Morgan who had yet to do a thing to the foot before him.

"So what you just give up?! You could at least help!" the desperate tickler hissed at him.

"I'm devising a strategy."

With that Morgan reached over to the carpet that currently had Ephraim restrained and pulled it open. To the shock of all three of the others, he then crawled up into the carpet himself until he had completely disappeared from sight. They watched the lump in the carpet that signified the youth until it settled in at Ephraim's chest. They were all silent until...

"AHAHAHA-NOHOHEEHEHA! HAWHAWHAW, STAHAHAWAP! STAHAHAP PLEEHEEHEESE!! DOHOHON'T NOHOHO NAHAT THEHEHERE!!"

In seconds the brave Prince who'd been stubbornly refusing giggle boy was gone. Taking his place in the roll-up was a pitiable boy who was shrieking for mercy from unseen torments. Helbindi clapped his hands together at the sight while Giggle-Boy stared on slack-jawed. Inside the carpet, the young strategist attacked Ephraim on a multitude of fronts. His hand was dug into one his armpits where it teased the hairs inside the sensitive hollow while the other hand lightly brushed back and forth its fingers over the teal haired man's shoulder blades.

"You little sneak Morgan!" Helbindi laughed "When did you get so good?"

If this had been any other situation and any other time the short teen would have blushed at the praise but inside the thick carpet he could barely understand the muffled voices from the outside. Even if he did hear them at the moment his mouth was busy with keeping Ephraim's left nipple trapped between his teeth ever so gently. The sensitive nub was teased by soft nips and aroused by hard licks which it was clearly enjoying. After all the mage rationalized, if he wasn't enjoying it then why was the tasty little nub standing so straight in here?

 Morgan's tiny size 8's even contributed to the torture with the little toes dragging up and down on the prince's abdominals through his thin over shirt, the flat nails still served their purpose in adding a high pitched squeal to the overall symphony of torture that Ephraim was making outside the roll-up. His other foot rubbed the head of Ephraim's cock against its soft sole slowly and teasingly making the body beneath the mage squirm and sweat. Morgan continued his spider monkey-esque tickling assault until the feeling of something poking him in the inner thigh made the man jump in fright inside the blanket biting the nipple in his mouth much harder than he meant to, he realized that it was just Prince Ephraim's manhood poking up much like his own was into the man's ribs but by then it was too late.

"AHAHHAHA YOU WIHIHIN! YOU WIHIHIN!! YOOHOHOU WIHIHIIN DAHAHMMIT JUHUHST STAHAHP YOU WIHIHIN!! GOHOHODS!! MEHEHERCY!! MEHEHERCY YOU WIHIHIN!!"

  Helbindi laughed and clapped his hands at the broken prince.

"Hahaha, now that was a show! Princess Laegjarn trained you well Morgan. Looks like your gonna have a long night Giggle-Boy!"

The defeated slave had moved past his amazement at his comrade's performance to jealousy at how his own skills had been so ruthlessly shown up by his junior.

"How...when did he even?!"

"PLEEHEHEESE I SUHUHURRENDER! NOHOHOO MOOHORE! STAHAHAHHAP!! GAHAHADS STAHAHAHAP PLEEHEESE!! IHIHILL DO ANAHANYTHING JUHUHST STOHOHOP!! WAHHAWHA WAHAHA!"

Ephraim's increasingly desperate pleas continued as the two watched until Helbindi called out for Morgan to stop. When he still didn't the general realized that the slave probably couldn't hear him inside the thick carpet serving to imprison him and his victim. He stepped over to the head of the trapped man and lifted the carpet slightly so as to yell inside at the short mage to knock it off when two things happened. One a blonde haired flash zipped past Helbindi faster than he could react, it was Giggle-Boy who had moved past jealousy to anger and was diving into the carpet roll-up with the express purpose of punishing the little runt that had just shown him up. Helbindi dropped the carpet over top of the three of them now and smiled at how much easier his job now was.

Inside the carpet though Morgan audibly yipped in a most unbecoming fashion as he was suddenly attacked by his former comrade. Giggle-Boy seized him by the hip with one and with the other tickled his smooth thigh causing the boy to dance and writhe against the Prince he had formerly been torturing.

"Haha, that's what you geHEHEHET!?!"

  Giggle-Boy had made a massive error in his haste to get back at Morgan. The second Helbindi had lifted the carpet somebody had been very eager to reposition himself and now Ephraim had pushed aside Giggle-Boy's frilly apron and ran his fingers over the ticklish belly beneath it, simultaneously he wrapped his other arm around his other attacker and pulled Morgan against his chest tightly then began tickling his armpit in revenge. Both of Surtr's slaves laughed at the sudden reversal of fortunes but Giggle-Boy ever determined reached one hand up and seized Ephraim's erect cock through his thin nightclothes and spidered his fingers over the wet spot in the fabric at the tip.

Ephraim shrieked at the new attack and slackened in his own efforts in response. Giggle-Boy's other hand continued his original mission and ran a few fingers along the top of Morgan's foot to keep his compatriot squirming.

"YOHOOHUU CHEEHEEHEEAT KLEHIHIEN!!" he squealed with his voice muffled from his face down position into Ephraim's chest. His face was stuck to the wet skin by the intermingling of his and the Prince's sweat but he still pushed through his own laughter and retaliated. First, he took advantage of his current position as unfortunate as it was and inhaled deeply of the stuffy air inside the carpet for his counter-attack.

"PBBBBBTTPPPP!!!"

Ephraim's high pitched peal of laughter actually annoyed Helbindi enough that he stomped over to push the trapped man's head entirely into his mummifications so as he wouldn't have to hear it. Morgan wasn't done though as his hands moved out on individual missions as well. One hand went down to get between the Lord's thighs and run a few fingers around inside the wonderful valley. While the other went up, up, upon a mission of vengeance. It brushed aside the apron of his traitorous ally and seized it's target firmly by the shaft. He squeezed the organ tightly and snuck one finger up to run along the opening in teasing strokes but still keeping it tightly clamped enough so as not let but a dribble of pre-cum sneak out whenever he willed it with a slight release of pressure in his grip. An idea formed in the mind of Prince Ephraim at how his captors assaulted each other and he decided that at this point he had nothing to lose by acting on it.

His hand in Morgan's armpit withdrew and the short tactician was grateful until it plunged down the front of his panties everything bunched inside with reckless abandon. The assault was too much for the magician and he spurted all over himself and the lancer's hand. The surge that ripped through his body was enough for his grip to loosen enough to allow Giggle-Boy to do the same in sympathy and who in turn let Ephraim do the same. The three breathed heavily as they all finally lay still, too exhausted to continue but with their hands still in the same places in equal parts as warnings to each other and out of lack of energy to move them. A feeling of frigid cold overtook the trio as on the outside Helbindi threw water over top the carpet. To Morgan and Giggle-Boy it was welcome on their hot skin but Ephraim panicked as he knew what this meant. He tried to struggle but already found the carpet getting heavier upon him until he couldn't move but the slightest bit. 

The other struggled to try and get free but only succeeded in tiring themselves out while Ephraim simply enjoyed the break. Back on the outside the powerful general Helbindi easily hefted the carpet the up and onto the pair of horses that had formerly brought Morgan and Giggle-Boy but now would carry all three former heroes. He smiled at how easy this had been. When Surtr had sent him out to capture the member of the Askran forces that had fled he had been prepared for a fight if not from those harboring the man then from Morgan when he was to bring him before Surtr for "personal" conditioning. Instead, now he was riding back to Castle Muspel with not only the target bound neatly up but also Morgan as well and Giggle-Boy for a perfect sweep of all three. After all, Giggle-Boy had lost the game and as such would share Morgan's time with Surtr. 

He was a man of his word after all. Combine that with the small party of new slaves that he'd grabbed that now trailed behind the horses and Helbindi considered this a good day, to say the least. The muffled sounds of struggle from inside the carpet gave way to faint laughter from inside meant that the three seemed to have decided to spend the trip playing with each other in there rather than trying to get loose. The other two lost consciousness eventually leaving Ephraim alone in the oppressive darkness sweating and soaked in a cocktail of blended juices before drifting off himself.

When the teal haired hero awoke it was once again to the sound of Surtr's pair of tickle slaves screaming for mercy through their own laughter. The sound of clanking chains came from above him and he was pulled to his feet by his wrists allowing him to get a look at the tortures that his former captors were facing at the hands of his new ones.

Morgan's face was beet-red as he dangled from the ceiling in the same set-up as Ephraim. His feet were nowhere near the ground like Ephraim's though. No instead each of Morgan's small size eights were held in separate headlocks by two different women who were as naked as the day they were born and who Ephraim recognized as fellow members of the Order of Heroes that protected Askr. The smaller blonde girl kept a firm headlock on the mage's foot and scratched all over it with her pointy red nails that her mistress Loki had given her. She would have rather been tormenting her brother but she'd be damned if she'd let this behemoth of a woman from under the princesses bed outdo her.

 The former Sheena thought the same as the smaller woman she was competing with here but while her opponent was just naturally competitive Laevateinn's pillow feared what her mistress would do if she felt she was outperformed here. So just as her ally attacked the foot she had with ferocity instead she was methodical and slow. She dragged a pair of fingers along the sensitive skin and made sure they got every single inch. In between the wrinkles, under the toes along the top, not a single spot was spared in her slow but steady progress. This was a trick she'd learned from Laevateinn who'd used it many times on her as the short pinkette drifted off to sleep to the sounds of her muffled screams from under the bed.

His sides couldn't be seen as they were completely enveloped in the thick white feathers of the beautiful blonde woman who stood behind him and sang softly into his ear. The giant sheets of soft feathers brushed over every single inch of the young mage's body from his thighs to his armpits and drove him wild. He bucked and screamed, rattling the chains that hung from the ceiling and giving great trouble to the woman underneath him. Her name had once been Thrasir but now she was simply yet another of the maids Surtr assigned to take care of his youngest daughter. While she hummed a jaunty tune to herself she worked a horse-hair brush along his taint and smiled at how his pitch changed depending on where she worked. When she went up his pitch went up accordingly and went down he dissolved into nonsensical sounds that seemed to be pleas. Through all of this, another woman stood behind the man cradling his head in her arms. Her white twin-tails would conceal his face whenever she leaned in to whisper encouragements in his ear.

"Great job Morgan you're doing so good. King Surtr is just pleased as punch with your performance and hopes that you're enjoying yourself as well. What's that? Your not?! Look at that huge smile on your face though sweetie! Nobody likes liars Morgan."

Yes, the teases Morgan's mother whispered to him was just the bittersweet icing on the cake. She snapped her fingers and the others relented as she brought up some water to Morgan's lips and forced it between them. He babbled to her, begging for her help and mercy but she simply shushed the begging teen as if he was a child throwing a tantrum. She offered him more water which he greedily took as she motioned for the others to resume behind him.

"Mother, please! Help me and we can escape together! Princess Laegjarn will heHEHEHAHAH HAHAWHAWHO NOHOHOO! MOOHHOHOHTHEHER PLEEHEEHEESE!"

"Don't worry about the Princess, Morgan. Loki and my lady Laevateinn are already having a good talk with her about how disappointed her father is with her. You just worry about you Morgan and how lucky you are to get that thing that your mother just knows you love. Tickles! Soleil if you would?"

Morgan lapsed into wordless torment as pink-haired head descended on his belly and let out the loudest raspberry Ephraim had ever heard in his life.

Ephraim searched around the room for his other captor Giggle-Boy and finally found him by inclining his vision downwards to find the blonde. Unlike Morgan, he wasn't bound except for a ball gag forced between his lips but just like Morgan he was tied up in a knot of bodies that tickled every inch of him in various ways. His feet were claimed by the pair of husbands Lif and Eldigan who ran quills between his toes idly before scratching messages into the soft soles and showing each other before giggling like schoolgirls at the secret conversation they were having in this evil way.

A toned pair of legs kept the archers head trapped between his thighs while Twinkle-Toes tickled idly at the boy's ears using his blonde ponytail as a brush for maximum humiliation. Occasionally the silver-haired dragon boy would show off the flexibility that had made him King Surtr's favorite by bending forwards to lay a gentle kiss upon his victim's nose while still keeping him trapped.

A long mane of glorious red hair was pressed to the side of the former Klein's lightly muscled chest and listened intently as a strong pair of hands roamed over his ribs and nipples. Surtr's loyal footman listened intently at the reactions he got this way before nodding and adjusting his positioning to get a different one with some of the many toys his liege had tied into gorgeous red hair, he noted the reaction he got with the feather over the nipple and moved on to try the brush upon the navel.

Three people that Ephraim didn't recognize worked upon Giggle-Boy's penis and judging by how still the man lay he could hazard a guess on how long they'd been at it. Giggle-Boy's whole body jerked under them before a splatter of semen slapped onto the floor next of them. One member of the trio held up both of his hands with nine fingers up to show the current count to another party and that is when Ephraim turned to see Surtr. The King of Muspel sat upon a throne made of stone in the gloom with the sole torch in the room behind him. On either side of him was a pair of posts each with a naked man struggling against his bondage to it.

He recognized the coiffed blonde of Prince Xander of Nohr who had accompanied him on this mission originally and his faithful retainer Lazlow was bound next to him. The two muscled hunks sat upon the ground with their wrists bound above them kicking their legs as they tried to break themselves free. Occasionally King Surtr's massive hand would stroke down their arms idly which would make the once proud warriors flinch in fear of what was to come or could be done. Still, the King's attention was on one thing and thing only so he did it halfheartedly. He stared holes in Ephraim as his giant face broke into a twisted smile. One hand moved to his gargantuan cock while the other raised itself into the air to snap his fingers.

As one the men all over Giggle-Boy stopped their torment of their comrade and turned to their king who gestured for them to come to him. They all did except for the three Ephraim couldn't make out in the gloom instead those three men started approaching him. They took long steps and sashayed their hips like dancers as they did letting him make out more details. They were all mainly naked except for thin belts from which hung various tools such as brushes and feathers, their arms and legs sported several bands and bangles made of cloth that seemed designed for ease of removal. He noticed their cocks were all at full mast as they approached and even leaking but some kind of ring was around the bottom of the shaft on each one. Two broke away and got behind him but the third finally stepped out of the darkness and gave Ephraim a look at a face that he recognized far too well. He had the glazed eyes of one of Surtr's unwilling converts but still, he stared into his own eyes. It was one of the other three versions of himself that the Order had sent on this mission originally. The bewitched clone's tongue peeked out as he cupped Ephraim's chin and taunted him as he tried to pull away.

"Such a handsome face for me and my brothers to see. Oh, what faces will you make when we have you? I truly cannot wait to see!"

  One of his clones suddenly struck from behind and mashed a handful of golden powder into Ephraim's face. He then leaned in enough to give a look at yet another visage of his twisted by the very powder that had just been used on him. He knew what that was and how the Ruler of Flame used it on his former allies to make them into these broken toys he played with now. The demented version of him behind him ran his fingers lightly through his armpits making Ephraim snicker and wonder when he'd been shaved. The fingers ran nimbly through the muscled hollows searching for the place that would bring the most delightful sounds from himself. The index fingers dove into the deepest part of the pit and started to sketch shapes as the Prince lost control of himself.

"GEHEEHET OUHOHOUTT!! STAAHAHP PLEEHEESE!! HOW DIHIHID YOHOHOU KNOHOW!?! HAHAW HEHEHE!!"

"How? How wouldn't I? Who knows this wonderful body better than us?"

The Prince of Renais felt his legs forced apart and looked down to see a pair of familiar legs forcing themselves between his own, he tried to protest but those fingers found their way back into his pits and he dissolved into laughter. The first copy now dropped to his knees to begin teasing Ephraim's trapped thighs and hips with his tongue. He seized his doppelganger by the waist to keep the man still and his meal uninterrupted as he began nibbling on the squirming hipbones.

"NOOOHOHOO PLEEEHHEEESAAH!!!"

The third of his former allies entered the fray finally. Slipping under the dangling royal and using his hand to trap his bare right foot upon his shoulder. He pinched the big toe to hold the squirmy size 12 steady before skittering some fingers along the instep.

"MEEEHERCYY!!!"

He ignored and then dragged a finger along the underside of the toes making sure to get the nail in. "I'LL DOHOOHOOO AHAHAHNNYTHIHING!! STAHAHHAAPPP!!"

He brushed his teeth along td he stem of the trapped big toe. Sampling the reactions of his prey. "NAHAHAT THAHAHTT!! PLEEHEESE NOOOOHOHO!! YOOHOHU WIIIHIHIN!"

"Mmmm yes we did pretty man but not now. King Surtr won long ago and you've just been a spoiled brat denying him his prize."

"NOOHOHOOOO HAHAHA PLEHEHEESE! I'M SOHOHOHORRY!!"

  The copy behind him reached his hands around Ephraim's chest and began flicking the begging man's pointed nipples. "Ohh we know you're sorry Ephraim you bad boy."

The copy under him turned around and after placing a gentle kiss among his other selves toes reached back to savage his knees. "NOOOHOO, NOOOHOO, PLEEHEESEE NOOHOO! I'LL TEEHEELL YOOHOOU AHHANNYHIHING!!"

"Will you? Will you sell out where your comrades are hiding? King Surtr is always hungry for more just like the flames he rules. Could you maybe tell us how to capture him the Prince Alfonse? Our master has a special plan for him and can't wait to use him. Well, Ephraim, will you tell us where he is? Tickle, tickle!"

The copy before him punctuated this request by digging his fingers into the ribs of his chained victim as he hung there. Chasing the sensitive bones around into the tasty small of his back, relishing how he involuntarily presented that muscled stomach to him.

"AHAHAHA I DOON'T KNOHOHOW WHEHERE HEHEHE IS! HAHAW I HAHEEVEN'T SEEN THEHEM IN MOHOHONTHS!"

The Ephraim behind grew jealous of the one in front encroaching on his territory and decided to pay him back. He reached around to the front and lay his hand under the erect member of his unfortunate self. Like a scared animal, he cradled the twitching cock and used the fingers of his other hand to stroke his new friend until rewarded him with a spray of white over his palm.

"We know you don't. We were just teasing you. Seeing who your willing to give to our and soon to be your King. Who of your friends will you see in chains next to you? King Surtr has taken an interest in art and has a pedestal in the hall prepared for some. Maybe Joshua? Bound so tight that he can't move a single pretty red hair. Loki can use her magics to leave him with a spell that will leave him smiling there even with no playmates around."

"YEEHEEHEES, YEHHEEHEES PLEAASE JUST LEHEHET ME DOOHOWN! I'LL GIHIHIVE YOU JOHOHSHUHA!!"

From below the sneakier of the three rearranged the foot that he had claimed as his own. He dragged it back so that he could place it against the toned buttock of the prisoner, forming a delicious "U" of wonderful ticklish flesh. He hungrily dragged his nails up and down both sides.

"So quick to hand him over that it's surprising. We all know that you don't know where he is."

"WHAHAHAT DOOHOO YOOHOU WAHAHNT?!

A gigantic hand seized Ephraim by the chin and forced him to look upwards at the massive king Surtr. Warning his slaves with a grunt they backed away and allowed their king his undivided attention as they fell in line with the kneeling ranks of his other servants. One hand seized the broken prince by the buttock and lifted him with it off the ground.

  "Want?" The deep voice boomed like a volcano booming to life. "I have what I want from you. You. Did it not occur to you that if I wanted information that it would have been easier to get it from the other three? What more could somebody who'd spent so long as the plaything of a desert rats tell me that they couldn't? I wanted you for this body that now hangs before me."

He picked up the other leg and now lifted him up. His great cock slid along the leg until it forced it's way between the lord's cheeks earning a indecipherable moan from him. "OOAHH PL-PLEASE!"

The thick member slid deeper in until the Restoration Lord's own spurted white again this time over the brown skin of his new master. He pulled it from inside him just as quickly as he had placed it in leaving his toy to hang exhausted from his chains, knees too weak to stand. He snapped his fingers and his pack of slaves descended upon him hungrily to tickle, tease and pleasure the last sparks of rebellion and consciousness out of that teal haired head.

Surtr turned away from the sight meaning to instead check on his daughter's interrogation of her sister. He had plans for this youth since he had bothered to complete this set. Only one other had escaped the battle that had given him so many new toys and he could think of no better to bring Lyon of Grado to him than his best friend times four. They'd make such beautiful music together to fill his castle.

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Eldigan’s Last Dance

"FASTER MEN! WE MUST HELP OUR ALLIES BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE!" Eldigan roared to his cavalrymen. The gentlemanly hero waved his demon sword Mystletainn to a cheer from his troops before turning back to his riding.

He had been ordered by Princess Shareena to guard the pass to the north with his troops while the other heroes in his squad had been to lay an ambush in the valley that lay past it. She had explained to him that he was to wait there and cut the enemy off when they retreated in fear from the ambush. He'd been instructed to not attack unless he was certain the enemy was hostile as today they were engaging an unknown force. The Kingdom of Hel was spoken of through prophecy in Askr but none had believed it real. Reports that an army of creatures flying its banners straight out of the storybooks had forced them all to become believers quickly though. Originally this had been a diplomatic mission but after hearing of how the strange creatures had attacked a village and were placing the residents in chains had come in, Eldigan had already decided to discard the orders he was given and attack the monsters as they were seen. His troops had been waiting for far too long though with no word from either Shareena or the others. They were all growing tense at the waiting until they'd finally been attacked. Men in armor that he recognized as belonging to his allies forces had charged them recklessly. They'd seem crazed and had been defeated without much effort but that his allies had become enemies worried him enough to decide to sally forth.

To get to his allies though proved far more difficult then he could have imagined as every step of the way had forced them to fight their way through their former allies now fighting alongside the forces of Hel. They continued to rout the crazed soldiers and the shambling corpses that now gave the bewitched orders but each time it was with a further mounting price. By the time he'd reached the village that they had been sent to protect he was alone. He hacked down another of Hel's archers before turning towards the sound of a scream on the wind. It sounded like Princess Sheena of the ambush unit and he spurred his horse forwards towards the sound. Soon the shrieking Princesses voice was joined by the voices of the other two members of the ambush team but drawing closer he could hear that their screams didn't seem to be in pain but rather...laughter? He rounded the corner to the village square and shivered at the fates of his team. They were bound tightly before a fountain and propped up in stocks with their bare feet exposed and ravished by a horde of their own subordinates.

Princess Leanne was one of the royal Heron's that ruled Serene's Forest, She was a stunning woman with both dainty features and a frame to match. If it were not for the gorgeous pair of snow white wings sprouting from her back Eldigan would have never recognized her as a non-human at their first meeting. Now the normally composed royal was bound tightly and screaming in laughter in her native tongue as her feet were ravaged by a crowd of Askran soldiers. They seemed to be under some kind of spell he noted as one broke away from the pile of slobbering men who tormented her. Her petite toes were pulled apart roughly by her former allies so that almost a dozen index fingers could assault their sensitive undersides. The pitch that the woman called Forest's Song by her admirers back in Askr betrayed her avian nature as no human could seemingly possess such a musical voice. Her small size 6 soles were ravaged by fingers, nails, and feathers that seemed to have pulled from her own wings. With her hands bound in front of her by a thick cord, there was nothing she could do to stop her torturers as they seized her toes individually and wiggled them every which way to expose new places to play upon. Occasionally her eyes would dart to Eldigan himself who was doing all he could to fight through the three axe knights that had broken away to hold him back. Her wings flexed pathetically as much as they could with the belts wrapped around them as bindings. Her voice once again hit that ungodly pitch as one of the villagers with the same eyes as the others invaded her armpits with her fingers. "AhahhaEHEHEHAHAAAW!!!" she shrieked forcing all those assembled who could, to clap their hands to their ears at the pain. All except Eldigan, the Lionheart who ignored the feeling of his eardrums in pain to lash out with a powerful kick to the knight while he was distracted. The large man raised his hands to try and block the kick but only succeeded in pulling off his boot as he fell. Eldigan finished him off before he could rise but was soon seized by the other two.

As Eldigan struggled with his captors he couldn't help but observe another one of his teammate's torture. Soleil was the only member of the team not of direct royal blood. She claimed her father was the son of a ruler but the humble mercenary never wanted to talk about it. Regardless of that, the pinkette was always quick to use that in her attempts to chat up the various princesses and queens serving in the Order of Heroes. She'd inherited her fathers womanizing ways and was much more tenacious than he'd ever been. Now though her trademark smile was gone, replaced instead with a look of utter fear as her captor taunted her trapped foot. As opposed to the other two, Soleil only had one torturer. A rugged type who looked like he'd seen his fair share in his life. His chin sported a short red beard and as he seized hold of one Soleil's trapped feet he pointed to it causing the girl to shake her head in fear. With her hands bound Soleil could only sit and watch as he pushed his bearded chin up and over the top of her defenseless foot.

"AHHAWHAWHAW NOOOHOHOHO!" she shrieked at the bristly feeling of the man's beard being dragged across the top of her tender foot. Despite the hard life as a swordsman she'd always kept to the pampering of a princess so as to avoid the callouses and blisters that would normally mar the feet of a soldier. This worked against her though as now this man had a perfect foot to torment and his own unique method to do it with that was proving to be more than enough as she shrieked and begged for him to stop. He only gave a breathy chuckle as she continued to laugh uncontrollably with tears in her eyes. He ignored her as he placed his chin to her sole and began to scrub it up and down.

Eldigan turned his head at the sound of his allies shriek but the distraction was enough for his opponents to get his feet out from under him and force him to the ground. One of the heavy knights knelt upon his back while the other removed his remaining boot. He lashed out a kick with the socked foot and knocked the knight back allowing him to reach for the demon sword Mystletainn and plunge it into the side of the knight holding him down. He got to his feet and tried to pull some of the brainwashed people off of his teammates but only succeeded in getting them to turn to him. He stabbed and slashed at the crowd but soon found himself shoved into the mud and pinned there by no less than ten men he recognized as Laguz formerly under Leanne. While he struggled to get free he once again heard the shrieking laugh of another ally.

Sheena, Princess of Gra had always been a stout woman. No less beautiful due to it but unlike some of the other royals in the order she had always insisted that her martial pursuits take priority over all else, as such despite her beautiful appearance a hard body was hidden beneath her armor. Her broad size 11 feet sported more than a few callouses and blisters from many days on the front lines warding off attacks with her heavy shield. None of this bothered her torturers in the slightest though as the crowd of numerable village women lavished attention and worship upon the pair of feet sticking through the stocks before them. Her rough toes were devoured by hungry mouths and teased with gentle kisses, her hard arches were softened by wet tongues and nipped by devilish teeth. Even her calluses were tormented by the horde, the tough patches of skin were rubbed and massaged by the women's fingers and thumbs only so that the feeling of sharp nails skittering over them was that much more devasting. Despite all of this though, the sturdy woman did her best to keep her teeth gritted to hold back any reaction despite the tears forming in the corners of her eyes giving away the effectiveness of it. Still, occasionally it would be too much and when she did her screaming laughter was a sight to behold. Her hair would fly in every direction as she shook wildly in her bonds. "NO, NO PLEASE! NO MORE ON THE BLISTERS I BEG YOU," She would be ignored of course as buzzing lips again ravaged the blisters and callouses marring her sturdy feet.

A loud whistle rang through the village and the soldiers and villagers froze where they were. Eldigan growled under the pile of soldiers that held him down as a man strode forth wearing an intimidating face mask. Despite trying to conceal it under several different furs a sinister glowing sword hung from his hip. Eldigan recognized him as Lif, former king of Askr and one of the generals of Hel. He calmly surveyed the sight before him. The three Princesses going out of their minds in the stocks and the knight thrashing beneath a pile of the enthralled. He scoffed at the sight of his buried opponent and kicked one of his captors off of him.

"I had heard a tale of a knight worth facing escorting this mission. I was looking forward to facing a swordsman of worth but now I get here to see you felled by rabble. How very disappointing."

"Free me then and allow me to give you something to remember on your way to the next life then!"

"Still some fire then? Interesting, though I must confess that you are late to send me to the next life."

Lif lashed out with another vicious kick, this time dislodging another two of Eldigan's tormentors. He pointed and the two moved to assist their fellows in pulling the Royals out of the stocks. He tried to get a better look at the fates of his friends but the Dark General stood between him and them. He reached down and slapped Eldigan across the face for looking away.

"Such a face you make and then you look away? I can see why my Queen thinks you would be a fine gift for the Mad King. I have heard he enjoys nothing more than the breaking of noble souls in his bedchambers."

A chill ran up Eldigan's spine at the mention of the Ruler of Flame himself. He knew that the war with Askr and Nifl was going poorly but could he have really already made an ally of Hel so quickly?

"Easy with those three! Surtr may not want them but I have heard that his daughter is fond of collecting the fairer sex!"

"You worry too much Lif. My magic is as gentle as morning snow."

The crowd parted to show a woman dressed in red sitting atop the stocks wearing a mask herself. Eldigan recognized her as Thrasir another of Hel's generals. She looked down at Soleil who was now bound and gagged upon the ground in what seemed to be ribbons. She struggled against her festive bindings which matched the vibrant pink of her hair as Thrasir tapped her on the nose.

  "This one is spunky, I like it. What of you though? I see you playing with your food as well. You know we're to turn that one over to Muspel, so don't go getting attached."

"I just want to see if he can fight. We've already got him so what could be the harm?"

Thrasir was busy tickling Soleil's stomach and didn't respond. Despite how flimsy the trapping's that mummified all but her head and bared feet looked they seemed more than sturdy enough to keep her from breaking out or even to try and wiggle away as the minion of Hel scratched at her belly through them. The pile of Soleil's discarded clothes showed that she had been stripped down of even her underwear at some point. She looked up at Lif and allowed the young Nohrian a moment to breathe.

"Even if he can, you know you're not allowed to keep him. He's to be given to Surtr to cement the alliance with our liege. Along with two of these lovelies. You're no good at holding back and Hel will be cross if we give her new ally damaged goods."

"I just want to see. What if instead of me, we let Surtr's pet do it? He sent it along to help us so but we didn't need it."

"Yes, they were depressingly simple to outwit weren't they?"

Thrasir had pulled the Mercenary Soleil into her lap and now kept her in her arms as she directed her charmed servants in the removal of Princess Sheena's armor.

  "You just want a show. Very well though we might as well have some entertainment before we depart. One moment, time to pack for the road. GRONNRIBBONS!!"

Thrasir's hand crackled with energy before strips of the same material holding Soleil erupted from them and began mummifying the now naked Sheena. The strong warrior stood in shock as in seconds she was also now bound head to toe in ribbons except for her bared feet just like her comrade. The only difference being the vibrant green coloration of her bindings so as to match the armor she'd had confiscated. She struggled to stay upright as it had happened so fast before falling slowly like a mighty redwood into the waiting arms of Thrasir who pulled her right next to Soleil and began tickling both their noses as they struggled. Lif cleared his throat impatiently to regain the mage's attention before only being waved off. He grunted before emitting the same loud whistle that he had used before.

This time though the crowd cleared to allow something else through and as the squad atop him now helped the bruised king up, he got a better look at it. At first, it just seemed to be a tall person with extremely long red hair. Once it drew closer though various monstrous features became apparent. It's inhumanly long arms seemed to bend in too many places before ending in large hands with too many fingers. It placed a hand with six long fingers and spoke with a clear voice that still sounded as if it was coming from the bottom of a well.

"You called?"

"Yes, monster I did. How would you like a chance to stretch a bit? After all your master certainly didn't send you with us to simply watch. That man there? He is one of Askr's Heroes. Make him beg Rusalka."

Eldigan dove for Mystletainn on the ground but Lif kicked it away from him. "Come now, your opponent is unarmed can you not at least show her the same courtesy?" Before Eldigan could say a word however the Rusalka was upon him. It knelt upon his back pinning him face first in the dirt and dug its many fingers into his sides through his coat.

"Nnnneeheehehver moohoonster!" 

Despite his brave words though the twelve long fingers driving into his sides was torture for the knight. As a child, he'd been tickled certainly and there had been several incidents with his sworn brothers Sigurd and Quan at the academy but this was so different. He was going wild at the slightest touch of this....thing's fingers upon him, as they scratched up and down his sides through his petticoat he had to clamp a hand to his mouth to keep himself from screaming. As a knight, he'd always kept himself in peak fighting condition but now he felt weak as a kitten and as if his limbs were coated in heavy lead. He couldn't move much so instead he settled for trying to use his free hand to pull himself out from under the monster. He was cut off by an armored boot blocking his path.

"Oh dear, where are you trying to go? Are you coming to me to beg? Is that it? Do you want me to tell her to stop tickling you, you poor weak thing? Is that what you want?"

Eldigan tried to swear at the arrogant general but the feeling of the Rusalka's fingers drawing shapes on his sides kept him from opening his mouth lest a flood of laughter break out. Instead, he simply tried to crawl around the Lethal Swordsman who clucked his tongue in frustration.

"Having fun over there?" Thrasir asked from her new comfortable seat across the laps of the three princesses. She played with the nose of the newly bound Leanne who giggled through the ribbon forced between her teeth. Just like the others now she was mummified in Thrasir's magical ribbons except hers matched the pale blonde of her hair. Even her wings were loosely wrapped in the same strips, just tightly enough to keep them from allowing her to get airborne but not enough to stop them from flexing in reflex as she was played with by the Omnicidal Witch. Thrasir played with the toes of her three captives by idly dragging a finger across the tops of them as she taunted her partner in crime.

"Do you want me to just wrap him up or do you need some more time?"

"Is the cart here yet? No? Then what rush is there Thrasir? Just as you have your fun leave me to mine. YOU! Monster! Step it up! I want this fool to beg me to kiss my boot. Only then will we end this."

Eldigan grimaced as his tormentor rolled him over onto his back and began pulling his coat and undershirt away. He tried to stop the hands of the monster but was slapped away as if he was no more than an interfering child. It tore open his jacket and petticoat and exposed his chest and stomach to the night air. In shock, he moved to cover himself but suddenly felt his arms restrained behind his head by an armored body.

"What's the matter? Are you shy? Best we break you of that habit now and save King Surtr the trouble," Lif hissed as he pulled Eldigan's arms behind his head he chuckled raspily as he forced the knight into a full nelson before returning to taunting him.

"I'm sure you worked hard on such an impressive physique. No need to be shy about it."

To illustrate her current master's words the Rusalka traced her long fingers over Eldigan's abdominal muscles causing him to jump and strain in an attempt to escape. He didn't get anywhere though as the inhuman strength of the Rusalka combined with the strong grip of Lif was just too much for any normal human to move. Instead, he had no choice but to simply lay there as the creature ran its fingers over his muscles and scanned his twisted up expression for the best way to break him.

His teeth clenched as he did his best to deny his captors any satisfaction from this ridiculous torture that they were putting him through. If this bothered the Rusalka she didn't show it as she moved on with the slow torture of his abdominals and contemplated the next place she would strike, Lif, on the other hand, showed great aggravation at his captives determination.

"I thought you were supposed to be good at this monster? I haven't even heard him laugh yet!"

"Do you want to hear him laugh master? I thought you wanted me to make him beg?"

"YES I WANTED YOU TO MAKE HIM LAUGH!! STUPID CREATURE JUST DO SOMETHING BESIDES HAVE HIM MAKE CUTE FACES!"

"Oh? Cute? Why Lif I didn't know you and King Surtr had that trait in common," chimed Thrasir as she observed the prison cart coming in the distance.

"QUIET," the swordsman roared "I-It ju-just slipped out! I-I-I meant..."

"No, no enjoy it. It's sad that you had to wait until your next life to enjoy your own."

"I-I-I-"

"AAAHAHAWHAHAW NOOO FIHIHIEND! GAHHAHAWW BEEHEEEHEEHEAST, OHOHOHAW WREEHEHHTCH!!"

The screaming laughter of the Ruler of Nordion interrupted the King's teasing at the hands of the Queen. They both turned to the sight of the proud knight yelling his head off at the Rusalka's ministrations. She had torn his shirts further open and now her twelve long fingers tweaked and teased at the Heroes pink nipples. Eldigan was going wild at her ways and his laughter could be heard for miles.

"Does this tickle Sir Knight?"

"OHIHOHOFF COOHOURSE WIIHIHITCH!"

"That is good. My master wishes you to laugh for him. So please laugh now Sir Knight."

"WHAHAHT DOOHOHOO YOOHOU THIHIHNK I'M DOHAHAING?!? STTOHOOHOP!!"

The monster stopped and turned to Lif allowing it's captive to breathe and attempt to regain himself.

"Is this enough master? I could make him laugh more if you wish. He is sweating quite a bit now so his armpits should be a bit wet. This will make them much more susceptible to my skills."

"Wh-what?! You stay awa-EEHH!!"

The Rusalka's hands rested on top of Eldigan's crotch and her long fingers grasped a certain shape through his trousers. "Sir Knight I am speaking to my master. I would ask that you do not interrupt myself or him. Otherwise, I may need to play with something even more sensitive than some silly wet pitties."

Eldigan flinched as a finger drew up along his trouser leg but held his tongue. The Rusalka looked from her prey to her master of the moment.

"Was that enough laughter master? Should I work on the begging next or making him kiss your foot?"

Lif's face was obscured behind his mask but he still felt that the Rusalka could tell how he licked his cold blue lips at how she handled Eldigan's most sensitive organ through his pants.

  "I would like you to make him beg next servant. We can make him kiss my boot next."

"As you wish master. I believe we can do better than simply your boot though. Mayhaps master's feet are sore?"

"W-what?! J-just make him beg s-servant!"

"By your command master. What say you, Sir Knight? Would you like me to tickle your wet and ticklish armpits?"

The Rusalka did not just taunt him verbally, the creature slowly walked two pair of fingers up the captives sculpted torso towards those tantalizingly moist pits.

"You expect me to beg you monsters?! I will do no such thing!"

The fingers paused by the Knight's deep navel seeming to peer into the hole. "I AM A KNIGHT OF AGUSTRIA!"

They stepped gingerly from ab to ab as if they were rocks in a pond before doing the same with his ribs almost skipping on their path up the protesting horseman.

"THE HEAD OF HOUSE NORDION WILL NOT BEG!"

"Well let's see then."

Her fingers dove into the slick hollows gliding along the wet skin. "Ahhh this is the best part of male victim. They prepare themselves for you. It's like you are a perfectly basted turkey just sitting here for me to tickle, tickle, tickle away at."

Eldigan had resisted at first but he quickly realized that she was completely right. Her fingers in his damp hollows were absolute torture. Still, the proud knight resisted as he could by holding his breath and trying to breathe through his nose. The feeling of cold metal on cheek confused him until he realized that it was Lif who was now pushing his own masked face closer to his while breathing hard. A gust of freezing cold air came from the undead's nose and tickled the knight's ear.

"GAH HA HA YOOHOOUU FIIEHENDS! STOP, STOP STOP IT'S TOOHOHO MUHUHCH!! HAHAHHA!"

"That sounds like your asking. We were looking for begging. That just won't do will it master?"

Lif wasn't listening at this point. His eyes were closed and what could be seen of his face had an expression of rapturous bliss at how close he was to the frantic knight. His cold face mask kept pushing at the statuesque Heroes ear and it would have done Eldigan no good to know that it was all that stood between him and the general's tongue.

"AHHHAHA HAAHAAW!! NOHOHO MOOHOOORE! NOOO MOOHORE!! STTAAHHAWAWP I BEHEHEG YOOHOHOU HAHAHAHA!" The red-faced knight shrieked. The cold swordsman though was hypnotized by his strained expression and if he heard his concession, gave no indication. The Rusalka smiled at the sight before clearing her throat loudly to regain his attention.

"Master? Was that enough for you?"

"Wh-wha-what?! Ye-yes that was enou-enough."

"Master are you certain? I believe we can get a more meaningful one. Give me but a moment."

The Rusalka plunged her face into one of Eldigan's armpits and enjoyed how her captive shrieked in surprise.

"AHHHAHAHA NOOOHOO,NOOHOO,NOOHOO! DIHIHISGUSTING CREATURE!! VIHIHILE BEEHEEHEE-VIHIIHLE BEEHEEHAAHHAA!! I CAHAANNOT!! MEEHEERCCEEHEE PLEEHEEHEEHEESE!"

The smacking of lips on wet skin was the only answer he got from the monster as she bit and nibbled her way through the blonde hairs in his hollows.

"STOP, STOP I BEHEHEG YOOHOHOU!!"

"That's right. Master? Is that better?"

The sound of clattering metal was the only sound that answered them. Both she and her victim looked at the metal object that had been unceremoniously tossed in front of them before realizing that it was Lif's facemask. Eldigan felt a cold tongue running up his neck and shivered.

"Mmmmm soooo good" the swordsman moaned as he now nipped his teeth along the knight's neck before turning to his partner in crime.

"That was more than enough Rusalka. I thank you for teaching our prisoner his place and putting me on the correct path."

"I am happy to have helped Master. Mayhaps your feet are sore? Would you like for them to receive some attention?"

"Whatever you say Rusalka. They are ever so sore. Please, please, please some attention." Lif responded in a dazed tone as if he was acquiescing to his master and not the other way around.

"Yes, master, as you wish. Your feet master?"

Still keeping the knight in the hold, the dazed Lif placed his ankles on either side of the Lionheart's hips. His tongue went into the knight's ear to keep both of them distracted as the Rusalka went about her sneaky work on his boots. As the Knight and King struggled she undid clasps and buckles. While Lif chewed upon his prey's ear and Eldigan did his best to convince himself that he wasn't enjoying it she produced a pair of cuffs amid the warriors moaning. Eldigan's mind was so muddled with sensations that he barely noticed the night air on his lower extremities or the feeling of cold that soon was pressed to them. Lif's mind was in much worse shape as the Rusalka's presence and stimulation had the undead mind swimming in his own lust. It wasn't until she snapped her fingers that the two of them realized the extent of her trickery.

The Rusalka had torn open Eldigan's trouser and exposed his penis for all to see, it stood tall due to Lif's tongue lashing. Lif himself had been relieved of his boots and socks so now his bare feet sat on either side of the object of his affections member to make a delicious twitching sandwich in front of the devious Rusalka. He tried to pull them away but found the steel clamped around his ankles kept them firmly where she had placed them. She dragged a finger over the tops of Lif's toes and the tip of Eldigan's penis and smiled at how the two of them squirmed.

"My silly master, why are you fidgeting? We have your perfect massagers right here. Let me simply start it up for you. Clench your toes master."

The Rusalka spidered her fingers on the underside of the knights hanging balls. "AHAHAHA MERCY! HAHAHAW MERCY PLEASE!"

His thrashing forced his twitching member into Lif's size 12's which trapped them between them. The general's soles were cold but soft and not at all unpleasant. They closed around the organ like a venus fly trap and kept it there.The Rusalka's long fingers kept playing with the short blonde hairs on the knight's testicles, chasing them as they tried to escape. Eldigan's attempts to flee only served to drag his poor penis up and down the soft soles of the general of Hel who moaned in ecstasy while he laughed in agony. The feet pressed in tighter while the penises thrusting got wilder until...

"Oh! Master, it seems that Sir Knight has made a mess."

Lif released the hold upon Eldigan's arms and instead wrapped his arms around the blonde's waist and pulled him close. The Rusalka saw her master's tactic and continued tickling the Knight's coin purse.

"Coochie, coochie-coo Sir Knight! Let's hear some more of that lovely laugh of yours."

Even as thick white liquid oozed between the toes of his captor, Eldigan's newly freed hands moved to his captor's wrists and held them tight to his waist. The Rusalka pinched at just the right place and both men's backs arched for the second time tonight as Eldigan's penis again betrayed him. Lif himself moaned sympathetically with the captive as he surprised everyone with a third climax during Lif's unwanted foot-fucking. The two sticky soldiers went limp in each other's arms as the Rusalka stood up and licked the excess from its six fingers while admiring her handiwork. Thrasir stepped forward and placed a hand on the Rusalka's shoulder as her other crackled with magic. "BLARRIBBONS," she shouted as she cast the spell over the creatures shoulder. Smiling as before their eyes the Lethal Swordsman, Lif was stripped bare past his skivvies and slowly mummified by the azure cloths summoned by his former partner.

"So Surtr will honor our deal? I'd hate to find that Lif was the only one who had a good time tonight."

The Rusalka nodded her head as she admired the witch's magic working on her former master.

"Of course Mistress. King Surtr simply wishes some time with the Master. The deal with Hel remains unchanged of course. Just now in exchange for the three princesses, King Surtr wishes to be informed of any trickery planned by his allies. Lif will be returned with no memories but of a wonderful pampering that replaced what was put into his mind. He will function just as he was until King Surtr orders otherwise."

"I wasn't overly concerned but still that is nice to hear. You can't fight alongside someone for so long and not develop a small bit of concern for their well-being."

"Quite admirable, Mistress. Rest assured King Surtr wishes only to break in a new ally."

The Rusalka knelt and took Lif's foot in its hands, stroking the back of its hand up the sole. "King Surtr will greatly appreciate such fine feet and will greatly reward you for helping him get them. Who knew that a general of Hel could conceal such treasures."

"I suppose. Minions! Help me load the two of them into the cart! Come-WHAT?!"

At the sound of the two turning their backs on him, Eldigan made his move. The proud knight ran with all the speed he could muster in a headlong charge to freedom. The head of House Nordion ran through the village with his coat and robes ripped to shreds and trailing behind him. He ignored the shouting of Thrasir or the sickening wet slapping sound of the Rusalka trailing behind him as he looked desperately for somewhere to hide. His eyes momentarily lit on the cart where he could see the dozing Princesses Leanne, Sheena, and Soleil who all shared the same bright red faces behind their gags of various colors, as well as the same sweat-drenched hair showing that they too had been explored by a general of Hel tonight. 

His chivalrous nature caused him to turn in one last attempt to try and save his allies but all that got him was tackled to the ground by the slimy Rusalka who wasted no time. The creature sat upon his waist and in seconds had his wrists bound together using it's own unnaturally bright red hair. It turned it's back on the knight and thrust it's sickly pale rump into his face, blocking his vision. It jerked it's hair and forced his hands into the air but at the same time keeping him pinned to the ground so that could enact its the plan. Eldigan felt five wiggly digits on each side thrust into his armpits and go wild inside as he went wild himself...

"HAHAHA NOOO, NOOOO, NOOOO PLEEEHEESE LET MEHEEEHEE GOO!!"

His pleas were ignored and as he felt his socks dragged off he came to a horrid realization as the night air caressed his tired size eleven's. That his armpits were currently being tormented by the monster's toes and that his own were... The feeling of his toes being plunged into a wet mouth caused the knight to shriek as the Rusalka lavished attention on his captive feet while holding him down and ravishing his sweaty armpits with her talented toes. She sucked upon his toes like she was trying to get them to come off and dug her sharp nails into his arches as she did so. He twisted under her and beat his bound fists upon her back to try and get free but the inhuman creature stayed completely still atop him and only rewarded his blows with a sickening wet slapping sound each time he made contact with her naked back. She pulled his toes from her mouth and smiled down at the frantic cavalryman who had before tonight been renowned in the Order of Heroes for his poise and posture off the battlefield and the raging bonfire that was him on it. Now he twisted and shrieked in the dirt under a monster that had him completely at its mercy.

"Do you know why I serve King Surtr, Sir Knight? What he promised when I was summoned to this world by the lovely sound of pitched laughter?"

"AHAHA HAHAHA HAWHAWHEE!!"

"Yes! Just like that my delectable meal. What I asked of him was a mate. My own delicious male that I could take home after this war to the frigid lake I call home. I would take him to the bottom with me and tickle, tickle, tickle him forever."

She nibbled his big toe and scratched a pair of nails at his heel while she went on. He tried to pull his wrists free of her devilish mane of red hair but the slightest movements of his arms just gave the frosty toes taking up in his hollows more room to wiggle in deeper.

"Yes, the King promised me at least one of you delicious morsels called "Heroes" that could come home with me and I must say that at the moment you are in the lead for my choice Sir Knight! Tell me what kind of land could possibly want a defender such as you? Cootchie, cootchie coo handsome Knight."

"STAAHAHAP I'M BEHEHEGGING YOOHOHOUU HAHAHAAHAW!!!"

"Why with feet this nice I'd never have dreamed you could be any kind of warrior. Perhaps some kind of local pretty man who was known for how vulnerable he was to gitchies on his tickly soles."

The Rusalka lied about the knight's feet and blatantly. Though they'd sweated abit to become softer they were still the feet of a cavalryman and as she teased her prey she also teased a few of the calluses that marred his long soles. She licked at the blemishes and scratched around them to further torment her victim. The monster honestly preferred feet with some character like these but she knew that one of the first things King Surtr would do with this prize was to have that devilish woman Hilda down in the baths scrub, massage and pumice these gunboats until they were just as soft and beautiful as his silver-haired dancer boy's. As she bent his toes back and pelted the unprotected ball of his foot with hard kisses she mused that maybe that wouldn't be terrible. The knight was extremely handsome already and it still showed through the layers of mud and sweat on him now. 

He'd probably be even more delectable once Surtr cleaned him up and scrubbed him down. A loud squelch made her pause and she looked down to see her captive's once proud cock releasing another load of spunk. It lazily dribbled down the half staff flagpole as she ran a finger along the shaft.

"From just tickling? I must say, Sir, Knight I do not envy the life you will soon lead. King Surtr is going to do such things with you."

While the Rusalka chuckled Thrasir strolled up and tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention.

"I see you enjoying yourself and all but how about we get moving? I'm sure King Surtr is eagerly awaiting his goods."

"Ahh, you are right. Forgive me. Please if you would?"

The Rusalka's hair fell away as she stepped off and left the knight gasping in the mud for breath. Thrasir confidently stepped forward and held her tome up as she pointed her hand at the mess of a prisoner.

  "JALLRIBBONS," she shouted as her signature spell went to work in binding up the exhausted knight. He barely resisted as his most sensitive parts were bound up in ridiculous bows. A particularly large loop restricted his balls and cock with a flowery bow so that even if the Knight wanted to try and ejaculate again (Which he didn't. For the love of god, he was so tired.) then he would be denied by the magical material's tight grip around his genitals. Another silly loop bound his big toes together while a particularly thick one went between his teeth to gag him. He was so tired that he didn't resist a bit. In fact, once he was bound up pretty as a picture he still just lay there in the mud gasping for air and wishing he could wake up from this nightmare. 

His eyelids were so very heavy, he wanted so badly to sleep. He knew exactly how Surtr's damn spells worked though and he knew that if he went to sleep he would wake up just another of his empty-headed slaves. He fought it with all of his remaining will, even as the Rusalka and Thrasir hoisted him up into the cart with his similarly bound allies who already dozed peacefully. Their faces glittering with that cursed powder that Loki had developed to show that Princesses that he had fought alongside were gone now.

He curled up into a ball and tried to turn his thoughts away from the situation. He thought of his wife. A loving and kind woman who he feared he would never see again. His son Ares. A child of only ten years the last time he had seen him. In this world, though a young man known as the Black Knight and whose tactics on the battlefield seemed all too familiar to him. He'd had only brief conversations with the lad during which he seemed as lost as him on what to discuss. Eldigan had learned from others eventually that in the world Ares hailed from that he had died. Not only him but all both of his sworn brothers had passed as well leading each of their sons with unique burdens. 

His eyes were so very heavy now that all he could do was to whisper unheard apologies to Ares that in this world as well as their own they would be strangers. A loud thump behind him startled him out of his melancholy and a cold form instinctively snuggled next to him. Eldigan recognized it as the general Lif who had been just as trapped as he not that it was any reason to feel pity for him. Unconsciously his breathing fell into sync with his and this made his drowsy state worse. Thrasir and the Rusalka climbed in as he felt the vehicle beneath start to stir indicating movement. At this point, this was close enough to comfort that it pushed him over and as he closed his eyes he heard their conversation.

"Lord Surtr will be quite pleased with how Loki's plans went off without a hitch."

"Yes, your Surtr has gotten quite the haul now, hasn't he? Whatever could he do with all these new toys? Surely he wouldn't mind giving one to a loyal new ally? That pink haired one has definitely grown on me and I've thought of such fun things. Do you know that I know a spell to put a mark on something to pass on a sensation? I'm sure Surtr could use that for some great fun with four slaves."

"Rest assured my Lord Surtr has plans for all six slaves drawn and prepared. After they are cleaned and dressed they will be put in place.”

"Wait si-AHHHAHAHAWHA-GAHAHAT AWWHAHFF!"

"Now let us keep ourselves occupied my mistress. It is a long trip to Castle Muspel and I'm sure you are tired. Let us start with these firm breasts of yours my Mistress."

"NONOO STAHAHAHP NOOOOOO!!"

There was the sound of a struggle then a thump and Eldigan drifted off to sleep serenaded by the sound of Thrasir's hysterics.

A month later had his fortunes turn no better. The Rusalka's statement on places for all of the new slaves had been proven true. His was strapped down by his wrists and ankles to the King of Muspel's bed with the massive ruler himself sitting next to him, naked as the day he was born. The name Eldigan had been stripped of him in the re-education process he had gone through on awakening after his trials, and though a small part of him remained in the back of his mind now he was known as King Surtr's personal soft boy. His duties were on paper to tend to the King but instead day in and day out he found himself tormented by the sadistic giant. His penis sputtered out another glob of spunk as his screams reached a new peak. His King paused to look back over his shoulder at the sight, idly twirling the two long and stiff white feathers between his fingers.

"Ohh? That's your third-time already and I've only been enjoying your feet, my soft boy. I suppose if I want you to have anything left I should move on to the rest of your soft body. Or...FOOTMAN! CLOSE MY SOFT BOY UP!"

Surtr's statuesque footman stepped forward as his king went back to twirling and sawing the stiff feathers between the defenseless toes of his slave's size eleven's. The gorgeous man's waist-length red hair bristled with various tools and toys for tickling that had been tied in for easy access by his liege and they jingled across his bare chest as he knelt upon the bed. He untied one of these now and produced a tiny ring which he advanced upon the soft boy with. The former knight recognized the tool and his struggles increased as the barefoot footman approached.

"NOOONOO AHAHAHA PLEASE MAHAHAHAY KING! PLEEHEESE NOO! NOT THE RING MY KIIHIHIHNG! HAWHAWHA I CAN CONTROL IHIHIHIT! PLEEHEESE I BEHEHEG YOUR MEEHEHRCY!"

"FOOTMAN! IF HE POPS AGAIN YOU WILL JOIN HIM IN THOSE STRAPS!"

Flinching at his King's harsh words the footman sat and quickly placed the ring over the soft boy's cock and slid it down the shaft. Once it was secured he drew a pair of fingers along the shaft and balls to test that it was securely fastened. The penis twitched and its owner moaned but it stayed standing with no new spunk added to the amount that already coated it.

"It's done my KiIIHIHNGG!! HAHAHA PLEASE WAIT!!"

The second that his footman had finished his task a massive hand closed around his ankle and dragged the mostly naked servant down the bed to him. With the exception of a purposely to tight pair of underwear that was more a mark of shame for the servant than modesty. (Everything could be discerned through the material. Just as his King liked it.) His King kept him naked for easy access to his body and his meaty size fourteen's that the stiff white feathers now molested right alongside the Soft Boys. Drawing across the soles, sawing between the toes and twirling under the toe pads. Surtr released the footman and focused back on his soft boy with a new trick he had grown fond of.

 Climbing from the bed where the terrified servants both lay, he took his throbbing cock and placed the head of it to the heel of his soft boy's supple foot. The opening leaked pre-cum as it was placed and continued as it was dragged up the tender sole as if the massive man was using a paintbrush on the other man's restrained foot. He smirked at how arriving at the toes they closed and stroked along the top of his member in response. He knew it was simply his soft boy's desperation to have his organ freed but it still felt good.

"FOOTMAN!!" He barked causing the still quivering slave to flinch.

  "Clean my soft boy up!"

"Yes, my King."

The Footman forced the man's chest to be still by lying atop it before placing his head to the slave's cock and taking a long and slow lick up the cream coated shaft. The King watched with a huge grin on his face as his soft boy's whole body was wracked with a guttural moan at the "cleaning" he had ordered from his Footman. His face was bright red at this point with his blonde hair plastered to his face with his sweat as the Footman went back for his second lick, then his third and his fourth, fifth and sixth. The red-headed devil looked back to give him a wry smile before scooching his own size fourteen soles into his victim's face and giving him a beckoning look. The soft boy wasted no time and quickly took the footman's toes into his mouth, sucking and nibbling upon the digits in loving worship. This had been an understanding the two men had come to. They both knew nothing of who they had been before their time in the baths under Loki's care only that they both hadn't been this. 

Still, now they both had the same pleading voice just outside their conscious and insatiable desires for touch, worship and merciless tickling that they both loved and hated. As such, they had struck a deal to help each other both get a small bit of pleasure during their time with the King. Now it was the footman's turn to let out a throaty moan at another man's work which he shared with the soft boy who not only moaned at the finishing wonderful taste of the red-heads toes or the fantastic feeling of him giving the finishing nips to his bound member. No, he also moaned because of his massive owner growing bored of watching his slaves pleasure each other now resumed his painting of the soft boy's feet before getting it lost in the long toes of his slave who stroked it tenderly.

Grunting to his footman the Ruler of Flames watched as his talented servant gingerly removed the ring from the cock with one hand while the other stroked his own member through his tight smallclothes. Every movement of the ring brought the former Eldigan a tidal wave of pleasure as he got closer to freedom. In anticipation, his long toes dragged along the head of Surtr's member making the massive king grit his teeth and grunt before... All three men explosively climaxed as one releasing hot seed in spurts all over. The King released all through soft boys toes while the soft boy himself ejaculated all over the footman and his own chest with surprising vigor.

The tall footman himself leaked white down his leg as he lay atop the soft boy with his wet toes still by his face. The bed creaked as the humongous King of Muspel lay upon the bed next to his two slaves. He pulled them both close and placed one set of fingers into his soft boy's hollows while the other pulled down the ruined cloth that protected his footman's shame so that an index finger could tickle the firm rear of his ashamed servant.

As he listened to the pairs exhausted laughter he smiled. "Splendid. Truly fine additions to my collection. Soft boy, you're free to go. Check-in with our visiting dignitaries in the trophy room and if you see either of my daughters tell them we'll need more feathers from the songbird."

The footman undid the bindings then yelped when he was reeled into Surtr's chest.

"You, however, will be staying for a while. The soft boy went four times already compared to your one. What kind of lover of art would I be to let a piece like you go unappreciated? Gitchy, gitchy worm! We'll keep each other occupied until it is time for Twinkle-Toes dancing show. It is so much more exciting with that new slave in the pit."

It had been a blow for efficiency in Muspel when Surtr had been able to replace all the prisoners in his dancing pit with one Hero turned slave. He'd taken to calling the tenacious pinkette the Queen of the Pit due not just to how quickly she darted about her home but also due to how she mercilessly taunted her favorite part on Twinkle-Toes whenever she got ahold of the dancing dragon boy. Surtr had applauded when she had first debuted her patented technique of tickling the dancer's toned stomach with her devious toes while sitting upon his lap and simultaneously tormenting his soles with coquettish licks and keeping his erect member squeezed tightly between her smooth thighs.

Surtr's massive fingers dug into the footman's abdominal muscles and the soft boy turned away. He did his best to block out his hysterical laughter as he left the room. Upon exiting the room he was greeted by the second Princess Laevateinn to whom he relayed the message about the feathers. She nodded at her father's command and turned sharply to execute it. The Soft Boy did not envy the Songbird's lot in life. Kept in a gilded cage in the throne room with only her gorgeous feet and wings extruding. Bindings kept her from pulling her feet to safety when they were tickled by the guards to punish her for not singing or just out of boredom from time to time. The same bindings kept her from trying to pull her wings away whenever they plucked feathers from them for use in Surtr's fun. It was done sparingly so as to neither ruin the girl's beauty or to hurt her. 

A mad tyrant though he was, he was still averse to hurting his slaves preferring instead to punish them with merciless tickling and denial through inventive ways. Yet another example was the stocky woman that now served in the Princess Laevateinn's bed where her broad feet were used as a pillow as Surtr's youngest drifted off to sleep at night. It wasn't at all unusual for the princess to shut herself up in her room with her maid and fill the entire wing of the castle with the pitched laughter of both women.

The naked soft boy approached the door to the trophy room and could still feel the tingling in his soles from his King's treatment of them. To his shock just thinking of his King's fingers gliding over his skin had his formerly exhausted pecker struggling back to half attention. His fingers itched in anticipation as he entered and waved to his future bride. The Rusalka smiled at him and turned from the pair of feet embedded into the wall to draw the defeated man into her long arms. In appreciation for its exemplary job in the capturing of his new slaves, Surtr had promised it not just one husband but two after the war ended including the soft boy himself who tried to bat away his future wife's hands as they roamed over him. 

He failed and his nipples were playfully tickled by the Rusalka's frigid fingers as her lips planted light kisses over the man's ears and cheeks. The naked knight tried to twist away from the Rusalka's probing ways but only ended up trapping himself against the wall right between the feet of the man who would share his fate in the future of life with the Rusalka in her lake. Lif looked from his position in the wall with a resigned expression knowing that begging was fruitless from experience. Unlike his partner Thrasir who struggled and sweated inside her place on the wall trying to escape.

"Was your time with King Surtr nice Sir Soft Boy? I missed you so much while you were gone. Don't worry though I didn't even touch our husband while you were gone today despite how pretty these feet of his are. Thrasir kept me busy but oh was I looking forward to you coming back. Sir Knight I hope you're ready. We have a good while before its time to watch the dancer boy."

A voice begged in the back of his head for him to remember, remember anything. His family, his duty, his pride ANYTHING! All he felt that was a twinge somewhere in back in his mind as he licked his lips and approached for a night of playing with a general of Hel.