bakerstreet | no laughing matter

[ pref m/m. ]

[ pretty much here for the smutty route but can start it off with other prompts]

[ Well. He does clean some filthy places!! Absolutely accidental or something similar, and fairly hateful toward tickling. Down with that? ]

[of course! Any other kinks you might be interested before we start?]

[ooc; looking for shippy things.]

[All prompts are go! :D Including smut.]

[Probably here for the shippy/smuttier side if things. A sort of succubus who exists in dreams.

Info on journal, 18+ characters only please.]

[ I looked at your info page, and I got the idea of maybe Layla going into Zoey’s dreams as a typical mark and try to “interrogate” Zoey’s desires by tickling her? And due to being Layla being a succubus this can turn to smutty.]

[Sounds like a decent setup! Anything else in particular you'd like included, or hard "no" stuff I should know about that's not on her journal?]

[ My list of no’s are the typical kinds. As for other stuff, I suppose foot play is given, considering the meme, but in the ways of tickling and massaging them to force her to come. But other than that I’m pretty good with whatever! I can set it up if you want. ]

[ooc: Prefer shippy type prompts, please!]

[ all down to the filthy smut route. this guy’s deal is that he loves to take beautiful women (who can be princesses, or warriors or peasants (though princesses are favorites)) and will sometimes sexually tease and exhaust to submitting them. Tickle torture is one of his methods. He can do it awkwardly in dragon form, does it far better in an humanoid form…but prefers to let his servants and other women of his harem do it for him. His servants can be his ogres or goblins or human slaves, though if want another creature to do it that can be done. He can summon disembodied hands to do it to. ]

[ Hm. Stubborn daughter of a merchant prince situation? Annie trying to resist the tickling from the other women once she catches on, so the Dragon has to take a hand on approach? I just think him having to WORK to get Annie to submit is far more fun. ]

Usually when he gets a new female for his harem he just puts them a specialized pillory so he would mount them from behind safely. However, after obtaining a rich merchant’s daughter he decided to go for an untraditional route. After kidnapping her and magic away her clothes, she was sent to the “comfort dungeon” (as he called to separate from the real dungeon). There Annie is restrained in what is possibly the most comfortable stock, her feet snug and comfortable while her arms are raised above her head with leather-padded cuffs. He sent his more cruel mates of his harem to break the new girl, and they decided to do by starting off with tickling her feet. One curvy woman broke off and start to go after Annie’s stomach, poking her with her long finger nails to find any weakness.

The dragon watched the torture play out in amusement, his dragon form shrunk considerably to fit inside the dungeon. Humans are so fragile - they break apart so easily under a few hours of tickle torture. Annie will be no different.

"That's not going to work," Annie grumbles. She had gone through many playful tickle fights with her friends. Simply going for her feet was amateur hour at it's finest as far as Annie was concerned.

Instead, she looks up to where her hands are above her head and tugs to see what she may need to do to pull free. Her green eyes narrow when she feels the nails prod her stomach. She glances at the nails and then the woman.

"You're kept well, aren't you?" She is all bravado right now. Ready to hurl insults and claim she won't break down. "Is that what he thinks I'll be reduced to?"

Except Annie knows she can only be brave for so long. There is a limit to everything.

“Yes, that’s how I think you will be reduced to.” The dragon replied drolly, and turned to her torturers. “Punish her.”

The two women at Annie’s feet grinned nastily and put away their eagle feathers they were using on Annie’s soles. Instead they scraped their nails against the vulnerable flesh. The curvy woman grabbed Annie’s hips and dug in, tickling every spot she can reach.

Annie flinches at the feeling of nails on her soles. She squirms with a wince trying to keep them from lingering in one spot for long. It doesn't tickle quite the way to get her to laugh.

"Oh!" She actually makes a huff of amusement. The curvy woman tickling her isn't so bad? It still is unpleasant being grabbed by her hips, but the woman managed to hit a sensitive bit of flesh around her hip bones. Annie has to struggle to not jerk because it is weird and ticklish at the same time. At least it isn't actually painful.

The Dragon looked on, unimpressed. Mostly at Annie, but at the other women as well. The curvy woman found a spot - not THE spot - by Annie’s reaction and dug in, leaving no mercy for the dragon’s new bride. The other two were frankly a disappointment. Feet are usually the easiest and they are even failing that. Such a pity.

“Stop.” The dragon commanded. Immediately the three women ceased. “Go back to the rest of the harem. You two are going to ask them to tie you up and tickle you. Sera - “ he gestured to the curvy woman - “Will take part, though her feet will be tickled as well. Dismiss.”

The three women got up to leave, sullen. The dragon added “And don’t dawdle: I will be checking to see if you followed my instructions.”

When the women left, the dragon shifted form to something more human, but with draconic scales, claws, and a tail. “I’m disappointed. A clever girl who was sensitive as you would be screaming, pretending to be suffering more than she actually was.”

He sat down in front of Annie’s feet like the women before him and summon a small glowing chest. “We dragons do not have this weakness but I studied it all the same. I learned all the spots to attack, tools to use and even spells to make it worse. You are going to wish you had the foresight to pretend.”

He opened the chest and pulled out two feathers. Long and fanciful as a peacock’s but shining in red and gold and glowing. “These are Phoenix feathers. Magical even while plucked, these feathers emit their own power. When used to stroke someone, they emit a strong tingle. Worst, with every stoke they emit a heat that can increase more sensitivity. To the point of pain, but you are not here for that. You are here to laugh…”

And with that, the dragon began to stroke Annie’s feet with the magic feathers. But before he did he summoned magical string that can spread out and restrain her toes against the stock so she won’t squirm as much.

The feathers caressed her arches and swished around her heel. The balls of her foot are equally teased but it is the toes that got the brunt of it. Feathers sawed between each toe and sometimes the dragon will switch to the sharp points to dig into each toe pad. Compared to the women, the dragon was more precise with his tickling.

"I didn't... I didn't want them punished," Annie lets out, jerking to try and watch the women. She is sorry, but at the same time, the young woman does not want to just roll over and beg for forgiveness. She is too defiant to just submit to him at the drop of a hat.

"I. Don't want to laugh," she finally lets herself say. She will not be distracted by finding him handsome like this. Pretty things hold terrible curses as far as she is concerned. "I won't put on an act for you. If you're going to break me.... then you'll break me and I won't pretend."

What is he doing? The little speech forces her to pay attention to him, even if she wants to defy and ignore him. The feather is more pretty than the one they had been using. Annie frowns sharply when her toes are suddenly kept from moving by the magical string. That gets a panicked jerk from the young woman. Her knees nearly smack into the stock as Annie squirms with what she can.

The feather is almost calming at that point when it touches the balls of her feet. Annie finds herself squirming less from fear and more because she is actually feeling that.

"I... That is weird," she finally lets out with a thread of amusement going through her voice. "I didn't know dragons had foot fetishes. Is that what this is really about?"

Teasing him is probably a bad idea, but Annie can't stop her mouth. It is keeping her in the here and now. Not why she had been secreted away like a rare pearl to her father's favorite estate. She refuses to bend to just anyone after that. Part of her realizes that this is just a bad plan. If she was acting less stubborn maybe he would let her out of the stock but no, the urge to fight was still very strong and since he has her bound, her mouth and stubborn nature are her only real tools.

The feather finally does the trick of really getting her both between the toes and the balls of her feet. She lets out a squeak that is made worse when his claws dig into the pads of her toes. Maybe she should see if he is willing to tickle something else? What could it hurt?

"What will it take for you to t... tickle something else?"

“Fortunately for you, this dragon does,” he replied as he teases the sensitive skin between her toes with the feathers. Under the feather’s sway her soles are becoming pink and more sensitive than before. More so when he stop feathering her feet and give her arches a good scramble from his claws. “I love teasing female humans.”

As he assumed rightly, the feathers are making a dent to her resistance. But he can’t use them for too long lest the heat will give her blisters. With one final stroke against her toes, he puts away the feathers so they can cool down. Instead he pulls out a pair of slender paintbrushes and an ornate jar. He takes a brush, opens the jar, and dips the paintbrush into it. “The next track we will do is the oil. Magical, of course, and when applied directly to the skin daily, your sensitivity will increase twice over and permanently. Wizards use it to sense hidden magic items, but I use it to make my humans able to come by teasing.”

And with both paintbrushes dripping with magical oil he begins to coat her soles, from heel to toes. Not only will it increase her sensitivity but also make her skin silky soft. And to make things matter worse for Anne, the fibers of the paintbrushes are of magical quality where they leave behind a ticklish tingle.

And for her question… “I will consider tickling another spot if you can convince me your laughter is genuine now.”

The scramble to her arches instead of making her laugh has her eyes flutter shut in pleasure. Annie didn't mean to respond that way but the sensation was delightful given how heated her soles were starting to feel. She doesn't quite blush but let's one eye peak open.

"Mmm. If you offer that every time I act out I might just have to misbehave more," she hums at him. "I don't mind your claws that much."

His next words cause her eyes to snap open and she squirms against her restraints.

"What? Seriously?"Her face grows warm and she thrashes forgetting that a moment before she had nearly been compliant. It is too late to protest and the brush leaves her wrinkling her nose to keep from giggling. Of all the things the brush left her feeling sensitive.

"You really... are pl...playing to win," Annie stuttered around a breathy giggle that slipped out. The brush is effective on his young bride. "Please. Anywhere but my feet."

“Oh, but it’s nothing but your feet for now,” the dragon taunts, taking his time in coating her soles and toes with the oil. And when he finally finished he waited a few minutes for the oil to settle by using the discarded eagle feathers to lightly caress her shiny, oily feet.

Cruelly, after the oil settled he applies a second layer, especially on her vulnerable toes. “A week after daily application will make you say the opposite, Annie.” He watches with amusement as she struggles within her confines. When he is done with coating her feet, he puts away the paintbrushes and oil. Like last time, he tease her soft feet with feathers while waiting for the second layer to settle but with the phoenix feathers.

He reaches down into the box and got another brush. A larger brush, one used to brush horses’ coats instead of human use. Unlike other horse brushes this one had the same magical fiber as the paintbrushes earlier except they look coarser.

“Now this - this will be torture. If this won’t make you laugh hysterically for real, then I will make your feet go through such a gauntlet of tickling your mind will break. So better tell me exactly where you want me to tickle you after I get your real laughter.”

And with that chilling statement, the dragon scrubs her feet with the brush. He starts with the balls of her feet to her arches, then to her toes and back to her arches. This is a ticklish apocalypse happening on her poor feet, and the oil not only let the fibers glide easily but amplified the tickling.

"I won't beg," Annie vows but there is a quake to her voice. He is breaking her bit by bit inspite of her front.

The touches and teasing from the feathers has her spluttering to try and not giggle or react. Her cheeks are going a delightful shade of pink as she tries to hold it all in.

"My sides. If you want to see me come undone there's a spot near my ribs that always makes me laugh," Annie offers as a peace offering.

There is another side effect Annie is ignoring. She is starting to want him to touch her. Not just to tickle her feet. Annie bites her lip to contain a giggle but when he does another pass with the brush her lip pops free from her teeth.

She starts to laugh because the brush hit the right spot on her foot. Her head falls forward as Annie, finally, allows the dragon to hear her laugh. Maybe once he has her laughing enough he will let her down? Her legs feel a touch sore and her arms are getting tired.

“There it is,” the dragon crow. “That’s the sound I’ve been wanting to hear.” To her torment he does not stop scrubbing her feet. It seem like hours have passed, but the dragon’s internal clock tells him barely ten minutes have passed before he slows to a stop and puts down the brush. Instead he gives her a few moments to regain her breath before tickling her toes again, this time with his fingers. Sometime he will rub her toes and even dig his thumbs into the balls of her feet before tickling her again. “Now that feels better, hmmm? Good thing I never really agreed to stop tickling your feet.”

He stops his hands and withdraws from her feet, but there’s a pair of disembodied hands - his hands - that continue to tickle and rub her feet sensually. The dragon gets up and stalks around her, settling down behind her and began to caress her sides with his real hands. His head lowers to give her ear a lick. “Keep laughing, my sweet pet. Soon you’ll earn pleasure from this torture.”

Without further ado his hands skitter on her ribs and sides, squeezing and digging to find that one place she promise him.

“Thank you for telling me where your weak point is, Annie. You’ll be getting true enjoyment quicker than you would have if I had to go in blind.”

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She can't stop laughing once he has her going. Sometimes it is broken up by a groan because his thumbs in the balls of her feet feel heavenly especially with how the oils seem to truly heighten the sensations he is giving her.

"You fiend," the blonde groans in pleasure at the feelings of the sensual foot massage. She does laugh again but the blonde is momentarily distracted again.

"You'll have to do more than torture me with tickling and pleasure to get to call me per," she huffy at him. The fight is not yet laughed out of her system. She does however start giggling when he finds that spot. Even the barest of touches is enough to cause her to wiggle.

“Oh? I suppose I can fit in a spanking or twenty for your torture.” Although the spanking won’t be one she will expect. He tickled her sides some more, particularly at that one spot in her ribs. The disembodied hands continued tickling her feet, this time going toe by toe to find which one is more sensitive. The hands will rub each toe before tickling each one. He conjured more hands to take over her ribs while he explore the rest of her body. Reaching up to her armpits he started light and slow before eventually pushing his fingers and start tickling as hard as possible.

As the dragon looked over her should did he finally notice her breasts. Her nipples perked up under his torture and they look absolutely cute on her. He puffs a gust of hot air into her ear and asked: “Tell me: does this turn you on?”

"How kind of you," she responds with a touch of sarcastic bite. It is blunted however by the fact she no longer can suppress her laughter when he finds a new spot of flesh or the magical hands do something meant to tickle her feet. He has her defenses trampled nicely.

"A little." She flinches under his attention to her armpits. "I'm actually not ticklish there. That's... not a good feeling."

It is the closest she will admit to actual physical discomfort right now.

"What is it with you and trying to get me to laugh?"

“Oh really? Fortunately for us I can change that. But first …” The dragon trails off, his hands leaving Annie’s underarms to cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples between his claws. “I’m content to explore everything about you.”

To change things, he dismissed the cuffs and chains that held her arms together and above her head, allowing her to lower her arms. The disembodied hands continue to tickle her sides and feet but at a slower and lighter place. The dragon’s hands are busy squeezing Annie’s breasts, tugging and pinching her nipples as he begins to kiss and lick at her throat.

“I like the sounds of screams of forced pleasure and forced laughter, Annie,” he said after nibbling an earlobe. “My kind are far more cruel than I am.”

She can't exactly stop his exploration of her body with her arms free but she is able to stretch her sore limbs. Annie doesn't squeal at the way he handles her breasts but her eyes flutter when he kisses her neck.

"Please. That feels so good," she gasps then gives a low heady moan at the feel of his hands squeezing her breasts.

"Then... I had better be good and let you know what works," she murmurs tilting in his direction. "I've never....I don't know what happens. Not really. My family guarded me too closely."

Annie has no idea what comes next. This feels good now and if he keeps it up she won't flinch away too badly.

"Is that why you stole me? Because I was already bundled away for my safety?"

“You father borrowed from me and failed to pay back as it was agreed. When I suggested to take you instead, he took that as an insult and hid you away.” The disembodied hands tickled her hips harder briefly, attacking that one spot with brief aggression before resuming the tranquil teasing. “You were easy to find and easier to obtain.”

After giving her breasts one last squeeze he dismissed both pairs of hands, but not before giving her a few more minutes of tickle torture. As the hands disappeared into nothingness, he dismissed the stock to free her feet. As he moved around to face her and spread her legs, he picked out a slender paintbrush that’s similar from before, except fibers seem to be glowing a pale blue. He placed his hands on Annie’s thighs and spread them apart, seeing her pussy in full view.

“Now we are going into real torment,” he chuckled, pressing his fingers against her folds and spread them apart. “Stay still, or I put you in the pillory and tickle you for hours.” With that, he holds one paintbrush and started to tease her clit. Unfortunately for her, this paintbrush was stronger than magic than the previous ones, and one stroke can mingle both mind-numbing pleasure and a hot tickling sensation in one go. And on her clit as well …

Well, the dragon may claim he is not cruel, but he’s very dominant. He want her to struggle in staying still while suffering under such cruel pleasure.

"He would have." Annie sounds a little sad which was likely not his goal. "A cult had kidnapped me a few months prior to your deal with him. He nearly ruined the business trying to find a way to save me before it was too late. I shouldn't be surprised his pride got in the way. He thought he failed me, I think. I'm still frightened they'll get me again."

Of course now there is no way she'll be taken. Part of her knows there is no safer place for her but the idea of being taken as payment still ruffles her pride.

If he hadn't taunted her with threats of more tickling in the pillory Annie might have acted out. Instead she bites her lip to focus. He already had her wound up from the way her breasts had been handled. The barest touch has her have to clench her hands. Annie was barely used to touching her own clit while figuring out what gave her pleasure. This was true torment.

"I know how you'll punish me. What do I get if I'm good," Annie just has to tease. It keeps her from trembling when the brush strokes her. Instead she lets out a needy groan.

"If I'm good will you let me sit on your lap?"

It seems to be a good goal. She needs more than teasing and torment. Annie is trying her best to relent without being a full push over.

“If you are good you’ll get my cock.” He always give rewards proportional to good behavior.

To his credit his teasing of her clit last longer than his tickling. The brush swiped up and down, and left to right on her clit, leaving behind waves of clashing sensations of ticklish torment and pleasurable agony. Sometimes he will swipe at her folds, carefully tracing each fold twice over. Whenever he sense she’s starting to get close to climax, he will stop. “Don’t come, my little princess. You are not ready yet.” And then he will resume after several long minutes of not waiting.

An hour has passed when he finally stopped and got up, tossing the paintbrush. “Excellent work, Annie. One last torment and if you can withstand it without coming, I will mount you. Now, get up on your hands and knees - that’s right.”

After gently guiding her to the position he wanted, he picked up his final and most wicked tool: a riding crop with a piece of leather folded over on the very end.

“Now this - this looks like any other crop. Often used for horses, but for more curious individual like myself, it has other potentials. Like so.”

He slaps her bare bottom with it. One ass cheek bounced delightfully, so he smacks her again with it. “Stings a little, don’t it? Don’t worry, it’s also magical, so I can summon any sensation to it. Observe.”

He spanks her again, but instead of stinging pain there is a soothing coolness on impact that immediately drive away the pain. Another spank to the other ass cheek and there is a warm pleasure, as if he was rubbing her clit. Another spank and there’s a sudden wave of ticklish sensations, even if she’s not ticklish on her bottom.

“So to recap: keep yourself from coming and keep your position, and I will give you my cock. Let’s begin.”

He raises his crop high and spanks her ass, stinging pain returning again. He hits her exposed feet, delivering waves of ticklish torment. Even her pussy isn’t safe when he lightly taps on it, giving short bursts of pleasure before spanking her bottom plainly.

She hadn't thought his offer of a cick was much of a reward. Annie's mind was changed as she was forced to pull herself back from release so many times over that hour. She did not hold back on moaning and crying out when it got to her. Too often she found herself edging towards begging him to stop being so cruel.

A little climax would be better than none but Annie behaved herself by biting down on her tongue every time she got too close to release. Annie was not in the mood to get tied back up.

She stumbled a little before she could properly get down on her hands and knees. Her thighs are trembling so much from her efforts to be well behaved.

"I saw something like that in a book," Annie murmurs around her now hoarse throat. She doesn't protest about her discomfort. There doesn't seem to be a point. Annie suspects he wants her tired and spent.

She lets out a whimper then a low sigh. Maybe this part won't be so bad? She is proven not entirely wrong when he reminds her of what he expects.

"I'll do my best. It's... it's so much," she finally allows. "I never felt so much pleasure. It's hard not giving in."

Annie wants him to at least see she is trying. Failing feels like it would be embarrassing at this point. He would start her from the beginning again, she thinks. Annie is left moaning and lewdly trying to not rub herself against the crop when he does that. What makes it worse for her is the fact the pain has her gives a shriek of barely contained need.

"Please." She isn't sure what she needs. Annie just knows he has her pussy dripping after all this torment. He won't be able to mess the liquid coating her folds and how slick she looks.

"I'm so wet and... I need you so badly," Annie bites her lip to avoid doing exactly what he said not to. Annie knows there will be no turning back. If he keeps this up she won't have any choice but to beg for his cock and to accept whatever he gives her but damn if she doesn't love him smacking her like this.

Maybe he'll let her come like this? She doesn't think so. Annie thinks only his cock will be allowed to make her reach her climax.

"I wanna be good for you. I need you to fuck me so hard," Annie whines around another moan of pleasure. She is no longer low-key about being a horny girl. He is turning her into his little hussy.

He smacked, spanked, and slapped all over her. When the crop hit her bare feet the sensation was a ticklish wave, but when he tapped her pussy the crop delivered a hard smack of pleasure. He even angled the crop to hit her armpits, so at impact it will still tickle despite her original lack of sensitivity.

“Good. Good girl. Take your punishment. Take your pleasure. You are almost there.”

He hit her a few more times (at her ass) before tossing it away and moved up against her rear end. He rubbed his cock against her folds, letting his fluids coat him. He spanked her bottom hard. “Now, for your reward.”

The Dragon slowly slid his cock inside of her. He sighed as he felt the warm and tightness. “Yes…” He gripped her hips tightly as he made her take all of him. And without further ado, he withdrew and forced himself inside all over again in a hard thrust and set the pace. “You can come, princess.”

She whimpered, giggled, and snorted out her pleasure and the laughter he pulled from her. Every little thing had her reeling, and the slap to her pussy had her let out a half-scream of pleasure because that nearly broke her. It left her whimpering and chewing at her lip to try and stop the pulsing in her core. Annie did not think she would break, but she let out a very helpless whine and gasp every time he gave her pleasure.

"Mmm. Please," Annie whines needfully rocking her bottom towards his hand. The smack was grounding, but also made her thigh tremble as she struggled to stay up.

"Oh," Annie groans at the feel of his cock. It feels so big to her. The feeling causes her to try gripping the ground as her thighs tremble again. The feeling of being filled goes away just as quickly and Annie lets out another moan because it feels so delicious. She doesn't exactly come on command, but she relaxes her control over herself to really enjoy how his cock feels being thrust into her.

"MMmm. It feels so good," Annie groans, rocking back into him, feeling her insides fluttering as if she is at the start of a climax. It is like pulses of pleasure going off. This isn't a powerful orgasm, but it's drawn out and will have his little princess struggling to stay steady.

The dragon continued to mount selfishly into her, caring more of his own pleasure. When he noticed the girl’s arms tremble, one hand reached for her side and tickled her. “Keep your position, princess, or I’ll make my harem have their way with you for the next two days. You get to relax when I come.”

Keeping both hands on her hips, he rutted into her harder and forced her to feel all of him and making himself go balls deep inside. To add a little something, he will occasionally spank her.

"MMm. Threaten me with a good time," she teases, trying to keep herself stable. His tickling nearly took her out with how blissed out she is starting to feel. She was still feeling the effects of being allowed to climax.

"Please," Annie moans. The force of his fucking makes her press back into him, enjoying just how hard it feels. He might be fucking a little selfishly for his own pleasure, but Annie enjoys the rough way she is being taken. It makes the sensitive nerves practically spark.

She flinches with the force of the spank, but then lean into it. She wants to come again, hopefully hard enough that her walls clamp around on him. With that in mind, Annie gets a wicked idea.

"Am I allowed to touch myself?"

“No.” He felt smug to say no to her. “But I will do it. As a treat.

He did not let go of her hips. Instead he conjured a disembodied hand and guided it to her clit, the fingers immediately started to grant her wish. The dragon spanked her again, sensing how she reacted and figured it will be good. “Tell me your mine,” he growled. “Tell me how bad you were and how much you need me to punish you. How much you want my cock.”

"But..."

Oh. Oh the magic hand thing again. She lets out a wanton moan. He really is good at winding her up and playing with her. She grinds back into him, giving another moan at the smack to her ass.

"Isn't it obvious? No one else could get me so wet," Annie purrs at him. "I'm yours. I only want your cock in me. I love how big you are and how...."

She lets out another moan. It isn't staged, but a reaction to being touched and fucked.

"How good you are at fucking me. You know how naughty I am. I'm a rebellious girl." Annie hums happily rocking her hips back again. "I snuck out all the time to hang out with a boy my father didn't like. I let him touch me. Obviously, I need you to teach me how to be good when I've been so bad. Every time you spank me I just want to be yours."

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