Ticklequest 06: Epilogue

Her footsteps faded, but the other two women didn't let up their attacks. The woman on his chest was probably close to cumming as well, judging by her increased pace in grinding and wetness while she tickled and squeezed Jackal's nipples. The other one stopped her teasing whispers and started to lick the inside of his ear, which proved to be ticklish too.

"I'm back! And I got enough for everyone too."

Jackal's vision returned as the breasts lifted from his face. He craned his head to see the three women with a feather in each hand. They shared a grin before returning to their games.

True to her words the returning woman paid her attention back on the beast's junk. One feather swirled over his sensitive cock head, his precum starting to soak it, while the other brushed back and forth under his balls. The human who was on Jackal's chest quickly rubbed herself to an orgasm before starting to use her new tools on her old target. The feathers sent ticklish waves with each swipe over his nipples. The last woman didn't forget her recent discovery, using her feathers on the insides of Jackal's large ears.

Jackal never felt so close yet so far from cumming. The light touches from the feathers were just faint enough to be torturously ticklish while also holding off his orgasm, but there still was adequate stimulation that kept him hard and yearning for release. The other tickling didn't help the matter either.

He didn't know how long he had been tied here, but the beast was surprised by how submissive he was becoming. The beastfolk believed they could never become a bottom serving people, no matter how long or arduous a torment they may feel. Tickling shook that notion to the core. Jackal wasn't even growling anymore, instead all he let out was moans and gagged laughter. He trained his ears to try to listen for any shred of resistance from his fellow kin, but heard nothing.

The women continued their teasing and tickling for more time before leaving. The break Jackal received was less than a minute before another group arrived for their entertainment. That would be the beast's life for the following years. Body teased and tickled. Cock fucked and edged. And, as he soon learned, every orgasm only worsened the tickling. So would many find out while in the Hall of Glories.

The Mortal Goddess, ever the wiseful planner, had found a use for the beastfolk too. She ordered the large packs to be split and the now smaller groups to be spread into the wilds covering the world, after all their pets were returned of course. There the beasts would have relative freedom as they hunted game for themselves and their new rulers.

The wild people, like the other races now under humanities' thumb, tried some resistance at first. Petty acts, like keeping choice cuts of meats for themselves while turning in scraps for men, were started. Such actions didn't last for long. The tiny packs, watching their leaders turn in their hunts from the edge of towns, soon saw them be dragged inside human homes. Their punishment became clear when endless laughter emerged from the structures. In startling irony the beasts would be sentenced to become tickle pets for days at a time for their meager rebellions. Such teasing wouldn't stop when the beasts stopped their troubles. Humans often found a way to blame the beasts for even the tiniest of infractions, turning them into personal pets to play with as they pleased. Perhaps such actions were helpful in cementing man's rule over them?

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Aralai was a demon who was living the high life. She had a dozen human slaves taken from the mortal realm and was using them well to satisfy her creative urges. Every demon had a hobby, hers was mixing drinks using a variety of ingredients. Aralai had two special ingredients, always using one or both in the mixing process. Milk from a human female and cum from a human male. She kept her providers in a room in her dimensional home, tied and being endlessly stimulated to keep her supply topped up.

The demon enjoyed her pastime. Making the drinks then lounging in the slave room, listening to the gagged moans of the humans while sipping on her pieces of perfection, it was the best life she could live. Sometimes she mixed things up. She occasionally removed the gag from a slave and listened to their fruitless pleas. They always said stuff like, "Please! I can't cum anymore," and, "It's too much! Stop, stop," before Aralai stuffed the gag back in their mouth and let her magic continue its work milking their cocks or breasts.

She of course heard the rumors of the rising power of the humans on the mortal plane, but that didn't concern her. Aralai even joked about it to her fellow demons whenever they sent messages on the outer threads that made up the web of reality. No power could reach and depose all twenty six of them. At least, that's what they thought. Messages started to become less frequent, though not like Aralai would have noticed. In fact, when a small army of humans broke into her dimension it shocked her so much she could barely put up a fight.

Aralai was soon taken to the land of mortals, bound by the ropes of who she saw as slaves. When she entered their grand hall and saw who was there she knew that everyone had underestimated this new change among the humans. There were some members of other races there. Elves, orcs, fairies, and beastfolk, but there was also a surprising number of demons there too and Aralai soon joined them. While Aralai had trouble focusing in the following days she did hear and catch enough glimpses of the rest of her kind being brought in, all twenty six of them.

She endured an entire week of tickling at the hands of men and women. This new curse, which Aralai learned from her talkative tormentors was from their Mortal Goddess, was certainly something to behold. Her infernal body writhed in its restraints from the torturous touch all across her body and her mouth cried laughter into the gag obstructing it. As the week progressed Aralai couldn't think her fate could get any worse, but it did.

Even in her state Aarlai noticed that the other races were freed after a time, but not her kin. Instead threads of golden light emerged from engraved doors, near the end of the hall where all the demons were located, and dragged their bodies one at a time into what appeared to be the goddess' personal quarters. Every time a demon returned from there they looked worse than ever, and Aralai both dreaded and wondered who this human goddess was. Her chance soon came when the light drifted to her and carried her inside.

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"Sorry for the wait, but I've made sure that every demon gets a first personal meeting with me before a repeat session. Yes, no matter how much of a tasty toy they might have been."

Aralai couldn't have responded if she had wanted to, both due to the gag still in her mouth and because her laughter went from simple yelps to all out screaming. The threads of light, which came from the goddess' body, held her hogtied in the air in front of their conjurer. More light traveled along her red body and they were MUCH worse than the fingers and tools the humans had at their disposal. Each inch of skin the lights touched didn't just tickle the surface, instead they went deeper into the demon's skin tickling every stretch of nerve. It didn't even feel like any tool used on Aralai had experienced yet, but despite how alien it was it still tickled terribly.

The light ebbed and flowed all around and paid attention to every tickle spot. Sliding along Aralai's soles, weaving in between her toes, digging and curling in her armpits, dancing along her sides, twirling in her navel, and more. The light holding her body barely allowed her to shake about in the air, holding her tight but never constricting her to the point of pain. Part of the demon wished for some other sensation than the tickling, anything to serve as a distraction.

"Yes, I said tasty. Mmmmm. The energy your kind gives is much more powerful than the other races. I had to have over a hundred tickle slaves just to have enough power to break into your dimensions. It came as a surprise when we brought the first demon back, a single tickled demon gave more power than a hundred mortal bodies!"

The Mortal Goddess laughed along with her prisoner. She was obviously enjoying herself. As Aralai watched the goddess' nude body once more changed form. This time it was of a dark skinned woman with short black hair, but her eyes stayed the same. Two all-consuming pits of gold that kept the demon's gaze locked to the goddess by an unnatural force.

"But enough about the conquest from me and my people. Even a goddess needs time to play with her food."

The deity calmly stepped forward and circled her nails around Aralai's nipples while occasionally scratching the undersides of the demon's hanging breasts. Tickling on top of tickling, it was driving her insane! Tears from overstimulation soon flowed from her eyes.

"Yes! Give me more! Mmmm."

Aralai would have begged if she could. It was one thing to be under the hands of meek humans, but the thing in front of her wasn't human. The power that emanated from this not-woman was nothing short of godlike. Her curse, however small it may have started, had made the goddess the being she was today. The demon would have begged for mercy with every breath she took to be free from the goddess' power. Actually, there would be one other thing on her lips.

WHAT ARE YOU?!

Demons used to be the strongest things in reality. That isn't the case anymore with the twenty six of them being tickled and teased every minute of every day, their torment being siphoned into energy for whatever being that stood in front of Aralai. So how did the Mortal Goddess come about? A miraculous joke, or something planned by an unknown force? Aralai couldn't help but wonder this, even through all the tickling.

The goddess didn't waste a second of time using her nails. She knew every spot to check, from the tiniest toe to the deepest part of Aralai's belly button. The light strands never let up either, magnifying the demon's ticklish experience with more and more sensations stacked on top of each other. Aralai wondered how she hadn't gone insane from it all. No doubt it was more magic from the goddess.

"Well, a good tickling with your hands is always appreciated, isn't it?" The Mortal Goddess patted the demon's shuddering cheek. Her form had once more changed, this time into a pale skinned woman with long blonde hair woven into a single braid. "However, I think we can up it all a little more. A little experiment that I'm sure you will like."

Aralai felt all the tickling stop, the only strings of light she felt were the ones holding her up in the air. As she watched, new strands started to weave themselves together in front of her face into a solid, and very recognizable, shape. Soon a golden dildo took form and floated behind the demon. The goddess' smug grin grew wider as she watched her captive's body shiver as the ethereal toy pressed against her pussy before slowly entering.

It had felt like years before Aralai had experienced pleasure. The humans from before hadn't paid any attention to her privates, instead focusing on their tickle torture. Her mouth, which used to only let out quiet giggles and laughter, now had muffled moans escape it as the dildo picked up speed and rammed deeper.

Her momentary escape from tickling didn't last long. As Aralai met the goddess' eyes once more she saw a wicked gleam, like the woman was expecting something special. With a snap from her fingers Aralai soon felt what she was planning. The dildo inside her had something new added to its form. Instead of being smooth it was now covered with feather-like bristles, and those bristles now tickled the demon's most sensitive part of her body. Back and forth, in and out, with every movement all of the inside of Aralai's pussy was being tickled.

She didn't laugh, she didn't moan, instead Aralai was letting out muffled screams. Her struggling once more reached a new height as her body frantically wiggled about in the air. Despite her struggling nothing changed as the dildo continued to fuck and tickle her at the same time. The small ripples of pleasure that came with every thrust were nearly drowned out by the tickling feathers, but they were there. Going for over a week without any form of sexual stimulation was unheard of for Aralai, so it wasn't a surprise that she ended up cumming a short time later. The small waves of pleasure were only a momentary distraction from the tickle-dildo, which continued to pound away.

The Mortal Goddess was practically basking in her prisoner's torment. Aralai saw the satisfaction and contentment on her face.

"Mmm, that is very good. You know, I think it's time for a change. With all the power I'm getting from your kind I doubt the 'Mortal' part of my name isn't quite accurate anymore. Time for a special announcement and some righteous celebration, wouldn't you say?"

The goddess turned and started to walk out of the room, but before she left she twirled a hand in the air and the strings of light once more went to work. This time they wrapped around Aralai's breasts and feet until they were fully covered. Then with a snap of fingers the tickling worsened even more for the demon. It was like she was wearing a pair of tickling boots and bra. Feathers, fingers, tongues, brushes, every tool imaginable all at once. The feathery dildo didn't stop either, in fact it increased its speed.

"Well, I'm off. Enjoy your time!" The goddess finished her sentence by blowing a kiss before shutting the door.

Aralai thought she had experienced the worst of the tickling several times already, but here and now she was surprised again by how worse her torture could get. Weeping, gasping, laughing, and moaning, the demon begged that her captor's event wouldn't last long.

The hours passed excruciatingly slow. By the time the goddess returned Aralai had lost all strength in her body. Even though the tickling never stopped she couldn't even struggle anymore. Instead she just shivered in the air while small tortured whines came from her mouth. Puddles, one mostly from droll with some fallen tears and the other juices from her repeated orgasms, lay beneath the demon. Even through all Aralai had been through there was no pain or soreness in her body, the only discomfort was the horrible and unending tickling.

She could barely hear the snap that ceased the tickling. A smooth hand gripped Aralai's chin and brought her face to face once more with the goddess.

"My my my. Aren't you a sight? I think it's time for a new toy to play with. Oh and before you go..." The goddess wiggled the fingers from one hand and a small thread of light snaked through Aralai's gag and touched her tongue. She instantly felt the strength return to her body. "Gotta keep you nice and ready for the guests outside! Everyone deserves a chance to tickle humanity's former oppressors."

After those words were said Aralai felt the light binding her retreat and reform to carry her out the door. It soon placed her back into physical bondage outside in the Hall before weaving its way over to another demon. The humans tickling him backed off as the light picked up the new toy for the goddess and brought him to her quarters.

Aralai didn't have to wait long for her tickling to continue. Another group, consisting of both men and women, ventured over to her tied form and eagerly began their torturous play. Even as the laughter began anew, Aralai couldn't help but wonder what her and her kin's future may be.

The now self-proclaimed Immortal Goddess had fully cemented her and humanities' rule over the world and the races that inhabited it. Any rebellions that came over the years were too small to cause even the most minimal of trouble, though the rebels were still sentenced to long periods of time in the Hall of Glories. Such troublemakers often took notice of one race that never left the confines of that tickle structure. The demons.

Yes, the goddess had decreed that the demons were far too dangerous to be left free. Instead, she said that their place in the world would be as toys for humans to play with. These undying beings now faced endless tickling, both feeding the enjoyment for men and magical power for the Immortal Goddess.

So it came to be. Humans, who used to be the bottom people of the world, now ruled it and stayed in their position thanks to tickling. All men and women took part in the now casual practice, and the other races knew that their future will always consist, one way or another, of forced laughter. Now and until the end of time.