just for shiggles

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the TICKLE MEME.

As simple as could be: in a moment of privacy or perhaps in the middle of a crowd, you are the unsuspecting victim of a surprise tickle attack. What will you do?

Prompts:

• Accidentally. You were just trying to get someone's attention, and a simple poke or prod got more of a reaction than you were expecting.
  
• Playful. It's all in good fun, at least to start. You're just goofing around and whoever's on the receiving end doesn't mind or even enjoys it.
  
• Tickle Fight. Someone threw out fighting words, and laughter's the way to settle things.
  
• Revenge. The fighting option, but way more one-sided. You're mad, and you know just how to make them regret it.
  
• Lost Bet. One of you picked this as a forfeit and one of you is probably regretting it.
  
• Interrogation. Maybe you're an actual 90's cartoon villain with a G-rated torture chamber, but more likely you're just trying to harmlessly annoy someone into fessing up.
  
• This Better Not Awaken Anything. The obligatory smutty option, we know you're out there.
  
• Wildcard. Mix and match, come up with something new, we're not your boss.

Comments

Ember Marigold | OC | OTA, 18+

[ember_marigold]

[squirming_grasp]

[ hi again, this time I come with more than tentacles! I got a minotaur, disembodied hands, and/or a pack of goblins. I have the idea of being interrogated that can turn smutty. ]

Minotaur interrogation sounds good!

[ember_marigold]

[Ember shifted uncomfortably, rubbing at the sore spot on her head where she'd been KO'd. The treasure hunt had, bluntly, not gone to plan.

Bluntly, to her head, maybe she would laugh about that later.

For now, she was shackled in a cell, magic suppressed, alive for potentially worrying reasons. She hadn't gotten a good look at the things that had attacked, but they didn't seem like the type to take prisoners. That they had might prove a good thing, maybe it meant she would be able to talk, fuck, or otherwise finagle her way to an escape.

She tried to look more relaxed and confident than she felt as she heard something- someone, hopefully- approaching.]

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all good to me!

[squirming_grasp]

[ The minotaur didn’t have this lair as a place to hide his treasures. It functions as a prison to those who dare to steal from him…and to play with such intruders. It has certain tastes, after all, and the girl with red hair was too big of a temptation for him to ignore. However, she came alone, so he must interrogate her in case there are more interlopers coming.

He comes in with a steaming bucket of hot water and another bucket full of rags, soaps, and various brushes. He sits down on the stone floor with Ember. He wears only a loin cloth that leaves a lot to the imagination. ]

Hmm. It’s rude to barge into someone’s home unannounced. So let’s get down to business: you tell everything that lead you to come here. If you don’t, I will persuade you to tell me anyway. And I’m very good at it too.

[ Without further ado, a large beefy hand grasped Ember’s ankle and begin to tug her shoe off. ]

Start talking.

email keeps eating my notifications

[ember_marigold]

[Ember eyes the cleaning supplies a bit warily. She can think of a few highly unpleasant things they could be used for, but it's an odd choice of torture implements. Or more likely it's the carrot to the stick of her captor's obvious brute force.

She doesn't resist as her shoe comes free, exposing her thin stocking. Pulling her body back just a bit so her arms could press together a bit and push her cleavage into slightly more prominence, putting on a confused pout.

The picture of lost innocence and an empty head, not worth pressing for information.]

I mean nothing really lead me here, I was just kind of lost and wandering- well, I guess there was a path, that kind of lead me. Not a path-path, like one of those sort of worn down not paths you see in forests and stuff? Oh, is this your house? Sorry- though you should put up signs or something if you don't want visitors, but really, I was just looking for someplace to sleep. Are there any other bedrooms here? This one's kind of uncomfortable. I could trade some stuff.

[Tone breathy and vapid, she wiggles her stocking-clad toes a little, just enough in the direction of the Minotaur's loincloth to suggest some things which might be traded.]

it’s cool!

[squirming_grasp]

[ He doesn’t buy her act. Some of it is because truly innocent girls would struggle when he grabs their ankles. But the idea one can mistaken a dungeon cell for a bedroom is laughable. All she get from making that spiel is a grunt and him tearing her stockings to free her captive foot. ]

Since you are not feeling very truthful today, I can add a few more hours of questioning for today. Let’s wash your feet first, shall we? Get you all prepped and ready to go.

[ This is a lie, of course. The pedicure is part of the questioning process but she doesn’t need to know that. It’s not like she really needs a cleaning as she squirm her little toes so cutely. She’s clearly a well maintained traveler. No, this is part of the whole process.

He dips the cloth into the steaming, soapy bucket and then rubbed her naked foot with it. Once it is covered with water and soap suds, he pulls out a brush and starts to scrub into her arches. With a willing partner the minotaur would start tickling their feet gently with their fingers. But as something as serious as an intruder, firmer and crueler methods are needed to a prisoner. ]

[ember_marigold]

[Oversold it, okay. Good and bad news, he's one of those THINKING thinking monsters. Master of the house, not just the muscle of the dungeon.]

You could've just taken it- okay.

[Another sullen pout as her stocking gets ripped, cool air hitting her sole. He knows she's a liar, maybe she can still manage to work the dumb angle from here.

There's at least some truth to it now, given that she was dumb enough to flub her first story that badly.

Ember sighs a little as the warm water washes over her foot, genuinely enjoying the strange treatment as she puzzles over her next move and what the Minotaur's gambit here actually is.]

Aw, you sure we can't talk somewhere more comfortable? Big guy like you, and you can't get much company way out here.

[She bends forward a little, trying to get him to look up.]

If you're scared you can leave the cuffs on, I'm- heep-!

[The brushing begins, and Ember immediately dissolves into helpless giggling at the unexpected attack. NOW she's struggling, her foot tugging at the Minotaur's iron grip.]

Hey- quit that!

[squirming_grasp]

[ Her reaction sealed her fate. He doesn’t bother to reply and instead focused on scrubbing her already spotless soles to completely clean. And for spite, he scrub her more just for torture’s sake. Eventually he will stop scrubbing and will take a dry rag to pat her abused foot dry. Summoning a pillow from mid-air and putting her foot on it, he reached for her other foot. Like last time, he tug the shoe off and tear her stocking and start the torturous process of scrubbing her foot clean.

By the time he put her foot down on another summoned cushion, nearly twenty minutes has passed since he pulled the first shoe off of her. (Most of it had less to do with cleaning.)

He never let go of her foot this time, and instead giving it a rub with an occasional finger digging into a ticklish spot. ]

Now, with that out of the way, the real torture will begin. I ask you a question and you will answer. If you lie or refuse to say anything, I will tickle you.

[ To prove his point his fingers provided a mad scramble, fingernails raking down her arch. ]

If you tell the truth, I will reward you with pleasure.

[ He squeeze her foot into a massage with both hands. He even reach over to grope her in between her thighs and cup her sex. ]

Now let’s begin. What is your name?

[ember_marigold]

[The Minotaur's plans become plain as the scrubbing goes on. Ember doesn't bother pleading through her laughter, beyond the occasional squeak and exclamation as the brush hits a sensitive spot. Her efforts at pulling her feet free are almost entirely involuntary, instinctive -but just as futile.

In spite of herself, she lets out a quiet moan as the Minotaur finishes, rough fingers groping between her legs. The tickling has left her entire body more sensitive than usual, somehow.

Maybe it's just been too long since another person touched her at all, bull head or not.]

Hnn- promises promises.

[The smart thing to do would probably be to just answer- her name is probably harmless enough. But information might be the only thing keeping her alive, and giving her name will just make it easier to give more important things.

She needs to keep playing dumb- or at least stupidly confident- until she has literally any kind of leverage or measure of control.

Ember blinks up at the Minotaur, giving what she hopes is a coy smile.]

If you just wanted to play with my feet you could have asked nicely. Keep it up and I can even return the favor, if you're into that kind of thing.

[She briefly considers her captor's hooved feet.]

I mean. Kind of.

[squirming_grasp]

[ Her attitude annoys the Minotaur but he’s ultimately not surprised. People who intrude often not take the Minotaur’s threat of tickle torture seriously. By the time the Minotaur granted them their freedom they are often so broken in they can’t help but find similarly-minded people who are obsessed with tickling. Or worst, return and demand to be his forever pet. Not that he’s complaining - he now has plenty of helpers to break this girl if it comes to that.

For her attitude, he give her sole a slap as a warning and goes to work, starting by tickling her ball and heel to map out her weak spots with his fingers. Then he attack her arch, carefully digging into every feasible spot before going after each toe. When he finally figures out her weak spots on this foot, he picks up the brush and scrub her foot. He only stops to flip the brush so he can smack her sole with the flat side before resuming to scrub her pink.

After over ten minutes of this, he puts her foot down and goes after the other one to repeat the process. The only difference is that he slap her soles a few more times to keep her on her toes so to speak.

He finally slows to a stop to give her some room to breathe. He pulls out a bottle of oil and upturns it, letting the contents drip down and coat the girl’s feet. After being completely coated, he massages the oil into the skin. After a half hour, he finally speaks. ]

This oil is a very specialized oil for this scenario. Applied once it can make your feet more sensitive and make the scrubbing more ticklish than before. But consistently for a week, and the magic will make your new sensitivity permanent. There’s no reversing it. It doesn’t sound bad now, but when you rub your feet on a rug? It will be unbearable. A run through the woods while pursued by a bear? Every step will be unbelievable pleasure to the point you will stumble while being hit by orgasms and the bear will catch you.

[ He slowly massage one foot with the oil. He charmed his hands so he won’t be affected by it, so he can be more thorough in applying the liquid to her toes. With the warmth of the oil and the strength of his burly hands, the massage would feel heavenly. After massaging the oil into her feet, he picks up the brush and start scrubbing. This time, he focus on the spots that made her laugh harder. ]

So I’m giving you a week to spill your secrets. In the meantime, I will make things unbearable to you. And I won’t focus on your feet alone either.

[ember_marigold]

[The scrubbing leaves her giggling breathlessly again; even if she wanted to answer any questions, words would have been robbed from her by laughter and the occasional exclamation or gasp drawn by the stinging smacks of the brush.

The oil feels- too nice, honestly. Ember knows it's lowering her defenses, to make the tickling worse once it resumes. Both as a contrast to the firm massaging and lubricating the brush.

And then the minotaur speaks again.

A week, okay, surely she can escape in that time. Assuming the permanence is a matter of flipping a switch, not some kind of gradual buildup of the oil's enchantment. Her captor will need rest eventually, even if he doesn't let something useful slip in her interrogation in that time.]

You promised pleasure, if you get what you want. Does that include the chance to use some of that oil on y-

[The scrubbing again cuts off her speech in a sputter of shocked laughter, quickly turning from Ember's previous unstoppable giggling to desperate gut laughter, the oil working as promised.

She desperately yanks at her captive ankle, her one free foot kicking wildly at anything it can reach as she thrashes from the intensified tickling.

Still, no words come, but half-formed syllables of begging creep into her laugh despite everything.]

[squirming_grasp]

[ He feels nothing but satisfaction on hearing her laughter and half-formed begging. Still, she’s far away from being broken. Dropping the brush, the minotaur places a short chain on her ankle. Snapping his fingers on the brush it magically levitates and starts resuming scrubbing her sole. The minotaur grabs the kicking foot and tickles it with his fingers. The oiled skin makes his nails drag faster, punishing Ember with her refusal to cooperate. Despite her annoying back talk he hopes she resist. Tomorrow he will apply the oil again to her feet and she will learn the tickling will intensify and make her wish the tickling will be like the previous day.

After tickling her foot the minotaur decides to move to more vulnerable spots. After chaining up her remaining foot and send another brush to scrub on it, he reach over to her torso and dig his fingers to her sides. ]<\small>

Remember, this will stop if you just admit it and tell me the truth.

[ember_marigold]

Stop!

[Her hands are- not free, but for the moment still more mobile than her feet are. She grabs uselessly at the Minotaur's hands as he begins exploring her sides; it's an ultimately useless resistance, against his titanic strength, and likely to earn further bondage, but the tickling is driving away any thought but escape.

She should just tell him, all he's asked for so far is a name, she can make up a name. A small concession in exchange for a reprieve. A brief reprieve, until more of the information possibly keeping her alive is tickled out of her. But the need to end it is growing more and more.

But there's something in his town, the taunting assurance of control- almost a smugness? Maybe it's something Ember is projecting into it, but it manages to tap into another reserve of stupid defiance.]

I don't- AH- believe-

[The words come haltingly around her laughter, Ember squirming against the massive hands teasing her ribs.]

-there's nothing else to tell, I swear!

[squirming_grasp]

You are either being ridiculous or you actually like this. No matter. I will tickle you for days on end with no breaks just to get your name.

[ And to prove how serious he is, he rips the clothes off her front until her bare breasts are exposed. He takes a moment to grope both breasts with his burly hands before attacking her stomach with jabbing fingers. ]

Tickle tickle girlie…you are going to laugh for a long time. Just give me your name and I’ll give you a break.

[ember_marigold]

[Her dress is simple enough. The Minotaur easily shreds it off her body, leaving her nude aside a simple pair of panties.]

Hey!

[The indignation lasts less than a second before it's again overtaken by laughter; broken only briefly by a quick, longing moan as the Minotaur's rough hands stroke over Ember's breasts.

She almost could like this, she has a second to think, that seed planted in her head. Maybe if her captor were slightly less bent on actually breaking her, more willing to play back and forth, more focused on another sort of domination-

Maybe if he would leave the damn brushes out of it and work himself.]

Break yourself!

[Possibly the least effective taunt, all things considered, but it's what escapes her mouth in waning defiance between her bouts of laughter.]

Monsters | OC | OTA

[squirming_grasp]

[ very slowly turning this tentacle kink journal to something more multi-monster. For now, it can be a) tentacle monster b) minotaur c) a group of disembodied hands. Mostly for the smutty option, but can do the other options. ]