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“I can’t fucking believe I let you drag us here, Angel,” Vaggie cried, seizing Charlie and pulling her from the small gathering of bondage demons who had clustered around her girlfriend. “This is disgusting.”
Charlie quickly turned, eager to avoid causing offence, particularly to Angel, who looked so incredibly proud of his truly awful suggestion. “It’s no big deal, Vaggie, you know. Er, maybe I could help, er –.”
“No,” Vaggie cut across her quickly, folding her arms. She didn’t even want to imagine what Charlie was suggesting helping with. “I told you, you could trust me and I’m not gonna let you down.” She strode forward, thinking, and a smile spread over her face. “I just need to teach them the way I was taught.”
“Wait, where’s Angel?” Charlie looked about, suddenly noticing their spider-friend had disappeared. He was at the far end of the room, lounging on some cushions, one of his four hands caressing the face of a dog-like creature in a gimp mask.
To make matters worse, Nifty was now running around with the riding crop, swiping at the unsuspecting ankles of many of the sex club’s patrons.
Vaggie threw up her hands. “Seriously?” She charged ahead, toward Angel.
Charlie sighed, hugging herself tightly and more than a little uncomfortably. This had been a very bad idea, and she wasn’t entirely certain Vaggie’s new idea was going to be any better. This has been too much. She put pressure on her girlfriend, abandoned the task to her. It wasn’t fair. They were meant to be a team. She groaned, then jumped as a hissing tongue flicked near her ear. The snake headed demoness had appeared beside her again.
“Oh, hello again,” she stepped away, quickly. “I’m ... just here with friends. Don’t mind me.”
She hurried after Vaggie, passing a doorway on her left.
Something tapped her on the shoulder, making her turn. But there was nothing there. She moved to head toward Angel again, but someone tapped on her other shoulder, making her spin round. Still nothing.
“Er ... what? Who ... oh.”
As she turned back around, she found a disembodied, blood red hand hovering in front of her face, tipped with sharp looking claws. She recoiled slightly, but it waved merrily.
“Oh, er ... hi ... there,” she said uncertainly.
It swept sideways, revealing the door, holding its palm open as an invitation.
“Oh, no. Thank you. I’m just here with my friends,” Charlie took a step back, laughing nervously. “I’m ... not partaking in anything.”
The hand tapped on the door with a claw. Charlie made to step away, but the door opened abruptly, and before she had a chance to speak, several more of the hands shot out, seized hold of her arms, and yanked her inside before she could let out a sound. The door slammed behind her.
“Angel! Seriously! Get your ass over here! We need to leave!” Vaggie snapped, as Angel lay back on the cushions at the back of the room, one of his four arms stroking the head of a dog-demon lying beside him. Husk was near the exit with Pentious, trying desperately to avoid Nifty, who was now dangling from a suspension ring with one hand and brandishing a bullwhip in the other.
“Don’t be so uptight, baby,” Angel crooned. “You wanted to learn trust. Where better to get acquainted with one another.”
“I’ve got a much better idea than this shitshow. Just get Nifty down from there and we can –,” she paused, suddenly realising she was alone. “Shit. Where’s Charlie.”
Husk winced as Nifty’s whip came dangerously close to his left wing. “Er ... over there,” he jabbed a thumb toward the door.
“What?”
“Some handsssss came out and pulled her inssside that room,” Pentious put in.
“And you didn’t help her?!” Vaggie growled.
“We – ow – you think I’m going anywhere near there when Nifty’s trying to flay everyone alive?” Husk snapped as Nifty’s whip licked at his back. “Ow, that fucking hurt!”
“Through that door, hmm?” Angel smirked, getting to his feet.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Vaggie turned, stomping toward the door, but Angel put a hand on her shoulder.
“I wouldn’t go barging in there, if I were you, toots.”
Vaggie felt herself go pale. “Why? Angel, if Charlie gets hurt in here, I fucking swear –!”
“Oh, relax, baby. She’ll be fine. Those hands don’t come out for just anybody. They only come out for the ones that like it,” he waggled his eyebrows.
“Like what?”
Angel smirked. “Come here. Have a listen.”
He headed over to the door, and gestured to it.
Vaggie folded her arms, raising an eyebrow.
“Just listen.”
Inside the room, Charlie never even got a chance to scream before the hands dropped her in some kind of plush chair with a raised leg rest. Before she had even stopped bouncing from the suddenly drop, her arms were seized, her wrists pulled up straight over her head. Something soft but definitely strong was wrapped around them, and when the hands released her she couldn’t pull them down.
“Fuck, no, no, no!”
The hands swept down toward her feet, pinning her ankles against curved grooves in the leg rest. In seconds, her shoes had been dragged off, leaving her small hooves exposed. She blinked, suddenly realising it wasn’t a leg rest, but a set of stocks. With a loud clang, the stocks were secured in place, and she was trapped.
“Hey!” she shouted, panicked. “So, um, listen! There’s been a mistake! I’m really not here for your, er, ‘services’! Seriously, I just came with a friend. Not a customer! You can let me out now!”
Silence.
Charlie had a quick look around the room. It was small, the walls blood red and patterned, the floor thick carpeted. The far wall had an array of shelves, and on the top one dozens of the red hands were resting, poised on their fingertips as if they were watching her. On the shelf below, were a strange collection of items. A toothbrush, a hairbrush, a back scratcher, a bottle of oil, a feather.
Wait ... what?
“Listen,” she called, quickly. “I didn’t come here to get involved in your ... er, special hobbies. Okay? I only came because a friend suggested we have a look around and I definitely don’t –,”
“You said you wanted to help,” a voice cut her off.
Charlie shivered. The voice was coming from all around her, but she couldn’t see the speaker. “Oh, um, you heard that, huh? Er, I ... yes, but this isn’t exactly . . uuummm ... .”
“That’s our job,” the voice said again. It was feminine, soft and with an undercurrent of sadism that made her shiver. “We’re the helping hands.”
“Oh. Er, okay well, great!” Charlie said, her voice rising to a squeak. “I’d really appreciate it if you could help me out by letting me go.”
Silence.
“Er ... please?”
One of the hands drifted down from the shelf, stroking a single claw down the side of her face. To Charlie’s surprise, it was incredibly soft, sharp without scratching.
Oh, okay ... that’s kinda creepy.
“Such a polite princess,” the voice whispered. “A shame you’re a liar.”
“I ... excuse me?” Charlie blinked, beginning to get annoyed. “Liar?”
“We hands never bring anyone into this room unless they want our help,” the voice murmured. “Our specific kind of help.”
The hand drifted down suddenly to her neck, fluttering the fingertips against the white flesh. Charlie flinched away, grimacing.
“I definitely don’t need –,”
“Want is not the same thing as need,” the voice chided, and the hand fluttered its fingertips again, this time making Charlie scrunch up her neck uncomfortably.
“Hehehey,” she chuckled, shifting away. “Listen, I have things to do and my friends are waiting. So I’m asking nicely that you let me out and – wait, what’re you doing?”
The hand had drifted down to her stomach, peeling back the bottom of her blazer and gently opening the bottom button of her shirt.
“Oh, no, no, no, you don’t need to be doing that.”
“There’s that word again,” a second hand drifted in front of her face, waggling its finger as if chiding her. “We don’t need to do it. But we want to. It makes doing this,” the other hand began to scratch gently at the exposed skin of her midriff, “ ...so much easier.”
“Hnnng!” Charlie sucked in breath, feeling the ticklish sensation spread through her stomach. She bit her lip, fangs digging a little into the skin. “Mmmmph.”
“Is something the matter, Princess?”
Charlie didn’t respond. She definitely did not want this, especially not right now. She was in the middle of work. The trust exercises couldn’t wait. Redemption was essential if the residents were going to be spared the extermination. She couldn’t afford to be stuck in here being tickled by some disembodied voice. She held her breath, pushing down the smile, trying to fight off the giggles building in her chest. If she could convince the voice she wasn’t ticklish –
The fingers swept gently back and forth across her abdomen.
“Pppft ... Pah-hehe!”
“That sounded like a laugh.”
Charlie just shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut, holding her breath. The second hand swept down, unseen, fingers latching onto her ribs, squeezing gently.
“Nohohoho!” Charlie couldn’t stop it this time. She twisted away from the new assault, but with her arms so taught overhead it was difficult to move even a little.
“Ahh, we see,” the voice said, a laugh humming under the words. “Someone is ticklish.”
“Wahahait!” Charlie chuckled, shaking her head. “I don’t have tihihime fohohor thihihis!”
“There’s ALWAYS time for tickling, Charlie,” the voice replied, and a third hand swept down to her other side. They began squeezing up and down in alternating patterns, playing her ribs like piano keys.
“GAHAHAHAHAHAAA!” Charlie thrashed, unable to dislodge the wiggling fingers in her ribs or the claw scrabbling and gently scratching at her naval. She kicked, squirmed, struggled, but the cuffs overhead and the stocks held firm.
“NOHOHOHO WAHAHAIIIT! DOHOHOHON’T!”
The laughter was pouring out of her now. She screwed her eyes closed, letting it spill out, missing yet another hand sweeping down to begin drilling its claws gently into her armpit.
Vaggie leaned back away from the door as if shocked. “What the fuck?”
“The helping hands,” Angel explained. “They only take people in there who are ... shall we say, ‘into what they’re into’.”
Vaggie frowned, leaning back toward the door again and listening. Desperate, loud shouting was just audible beneath the sounds of whips cracking and Nifty’s insane giggling throughout the dungeon. Unmistakably Charlie’s voice, high and desperate, and ...
“Is she laughing?”
Angel grinned and nodded. “Uh-hmmm.”
“What’re they doing to her?”
The porn demon lifted all four of his hands and wiggled his fingers in the air. Vaggie flushed an even deeper shade of purple.
“Charlie’s ... into that?”
Angel chuckled. “More people than you think are, baby. It’s one of the tamer kinks quite a few sinners share. Does it ‘intrigue’ you?” he winked, leaning closer and waggling his eyebrows.
Vaggie glared. “Either way, now isn’t the time! And Pentious said they grabbed her –,”
Angel shrugged. “You think Charlie would’ve walking in there willing? No, most people ain’t even aware they love it. ‘Specially an innocent little doll like our princess.”
“So they’re forcing this on her!” Vaggie crackled her knuckles. “I’ll fucking END them!”
“Whoa, whoa, baby,” Angel caught her shoulders with all four hands, holding her back. “Trust me. Them hands ain’t doing nothing to her she won’t like. It ain’t their thing.”
“They still grabbed her.”
“Just give her five minutes. Trust me.”
“STOHOHOHAHAHAP! COHOHOME OHOHON! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”
Charlie bucked as a fifth hand swept down to attack her other armpit. She was getting desperate. The sensations were flooding through her, driving her manic, overriding every thought. She was kicking but the stocks wouldn’t budge, and she couldn’t pull her arms down to give her pits a shred of protection. With all five hands wriggling and scratching and squeezing and drilling, she couldn’t do anything but hang there laughing.
“So, are you ticklish?” the voice asked.
Charlie kicked out, shaking her legs, trying to distract herself from the overwhelming assault on her nerves. She managed to crack open one eye, deep in hysterics.
“YEEHEHEHEHEHEHESSS!”
“Yes what?”
“TIHIHIHIHCKLISH!”
The hands paused. Charlie hung limp in the restrains, gasping for breath, residual giggles still shivering through her.
“There, now. That’s the first step,” the voice murmured. Charlie panted, unable to help but notice the hands were still just millimetres from her skin, their presence keeping her nerves on red alert, stopping her from being able to swallow back a giggling fit.
“Whawhat’s the sehehecond?”
“Hmm? Well that would be admitting that you like it.”
“Ahare you insahahane?” Charlie choked on her own chuckling. “This is torture!”
“Is it now?” the hand at her naval began its gentle fluttering tickles again, drawing a steady stream of chuckling from their victim. “Someone seems to find it quite funny.”
“Gahaha! Yohohohu’re fohohorcing mehehehe tohohoh lahahaugh! Ahahahaha!”
The two at her ribs began spidering their fingers up and down, lightly this time, not too overpowering. But it still tickled horrendously. Charlie twisted in her restraints, trying to pull away, but they stuck against her.
“That doesn’t mean you’re not enjoying it.”
Charlie threw back her head as the two at her armpits began scratching again. It wasn’t as overpowering as a moment ago, and she couldn’t deny it actually felt kind of fun. It was good to just sit there, unable to stop it or pull away, while laughing her head off.
But there was so much to do. She couldn’t just sit there and take it!
“Okahahahahay!” she cried. “Ok I gehehehehet it! Plehehehease stohohohop!”
“Hmmm ... no,” the voice chuckled.
The hands at her ribs began to squeeze gently again, making Charlie buck.
“AHAHAHAHA!”
“Hmmm ... what about these hooves of yours?”
Another hand flew down, and began to wriggle its clawed tip in the tufts of fur between Charlie’s hooves. Her eyes snapped open and she let out a cry of shocked laughter.
“FUHUHUHUCK! NOHOHOHOT FAHAHAHAIR!”
The voice laughed gently. “More sensitive than you thought, huh? Has no one ever tickled you here?”
“SHIHIHIT STAHAHAHAHAP!”
She struggled desperately, trying to pull her hooves back through the stocks, but they wouldn’t budge. She wasn’t sure what was worse, her ribs or the hoof tickling. But the hands at her armpits began wriggling the claws deep inside again and she let out a bellow of laughter. This was insane. Her face hurt from smiling, throat and sides sore from laughing. But she couldn’t deny the fun she was having just being able to let go and laugh. There was only one thing that would make it better.
She just hoped it came to that before she reached her limits. Already she was losing all her breath and lapsing into silent laughter.
“Now, now,” the voice chided. “We want to hear you giggling away.”
The hands slowed their assault, the one at her hoof pausing altogether. They still wriggled and fluttered, keeping her in gentle giggles, but letting her draw some much-needed oxygen into her lungs.
“So, are we having fun?”
Charlie shifted in her seat, giggling as the hands at her arms fluttered up around her neck, making her twist and scrunch her shoulders.
“I guehehehess,” she giggled. “A lihihihttle.”
“Good. So much better when we’re honest.”
The hands continued their work, but several of those still hovering on the shelf suddenly swept at the door and pulled it open, revealing a shocked Vaggie standing on the other side. They seized her and yanked her into the room, slamming the door shut behind them.
“Whoa! Damn, what the fuck!” Vaggie spun around, raising her fists, until she saw Charlie and her jaw dropped. “Oh ... shit.”
Charlie flushed red, still laughing at the fingers wriggled at her neck and sides. “Vahahaggie! Hehehehelp! AHAHAHAHAAAA!”
The hands began kneading her ribs again, before sweeping downward and drilling into the hollow of her hip bone. Charlie thrashed and kicked out, lapsing instantly into desperate laughter again.
“Ah-ah-ah!” the voice scolded. “I thought we’d established that you don’t need any help but ours.”
“Let her go!” Vaggie growled, looking around the room, trying to find the owner of the voice.
“Why? You really think she wants that?” the voice chuckled. “Listen to her.”
Vaggie paused. An endless stream of laugher was spilling out of her girlfriend, and though it was being forced out, she couldn’t honestly deny that the sound was making her want to smile. It had been a long time since Charlie had laughed like this, and despite it being a reaction to the merciless hands tickling her, it did sound genuine. Not like the front she put up for everyone, including her. This was real.
She shook herself.
“I ... no! It doesn’t matter. You’re forcing her to –,”
“I ... I ...” the hands stopped suddenly, and Charlie managed to croak out some weak words, cutting Vaggie off. “I’m okay, Vaggie.”
Vaggie raised an eyebrow. “Babe, you’ve been tied up and tickle tortured by a dozen floating hands.”
Charlie blinked. “Er, well ... yeah. I kinda noticed.”
“And you ... what? You’re okay with that?”
Charlie opened her mouth, but her cheeks flushed and she hung her head. She squeaked as the hand by her hoof suddenly began wriggling against the tuft of fur again.
“Be honest, Charlie,” the voice encouraged.
“Hehehehey!” she kicked out. “Okahahay okay! Yehehehes!”
Vaggie folded her arms, taking a moment to consider things. Charlie twisted as the hand continued to tease her hoof, still giggling.
“You know, we’ve had plenty of fun with her,” the voice whispered, too low for Charlie to hear over her laughter. “But I’ll bet you’re itching to give it a go. Feel free. We’ll be right here if you need us.”
The hands drifted back, retreating to their place on the shelves. Charlie hung limply, gasping for breath, still chuckling.
Vaggie moved across, putting a hand to her flushed face and brushing the hair from her large yellow eyes. “You sure you’re okay, babe?”
Charlie shrugged. “Y-yeah. It ... it just wasn’t all that, er, expected. But I’m good. It’s, um,” she flushed a deeper shade of red. “It’s kinda fun. You’d better let me down though. We’ve got to go complete these trust exercises.”
Vaggie glanced up at the cuffs around her wrists, thinking. She really should let her down, really should get back to work. But hearing her girlfriend laugh like that was wonderful, and addictive.
“Er, Vaggie?”
Vaggie raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smirk playing on her face. Charlie swallowed.
“I don’t think I can do that, hun.”
“What, why?”
Vaggie folded her arms, smirking. After all, why not. Couldn’t they take a half hour or so to enjoy themselves. These hands didn’t seem threatening, and if they turned on them she could handle it. “You said yourself, you’re having fun.”
“Vaaaggie,” Charlie groaned. “C’mon. We’re really busy –,”
“I had no idea your hooves were ticklish.”
Charlie’s eyes widened at her teasing tone. “Um, they’re not ... really. What’re you doing?”
Vaggie had gone to the bottom of the stocks, and was examining the fur between the toes of her hoof. She wriggled her finger experimentally against the tuft.
Charlie jumped, trying to tug her foot back.
“Whohohoa!” Vaggie laughed, looking her girlfriend dead in the eye. “They so are!”
“Wahahait! Nohoho, Vaggie, don’t!”
“Tell me seriously no, and you know I won’t,” she said, holding up her finger. Charlie opened her mouth, but said nothing as she lowered it toward the unprotected hoof. Vaggie kept her eyes on Charlie’s face, her mischievous smirk spreading into a grin as she unexpectedly used her other finger on the other hoof.
“HEHEHEHEY!” her girlfriend jumped, kicking both feet pointlessly. “NOHOHO FAHAHAHAIR!”
“I had no idea your little hooves could even be ticklish!” Vaggie chuckled delightedly. “What happens if I do both at once?”
Charlie’s eyes bugged, the sensations sweeping up both legs like bolts of electricity. She pulled desperately at her arms, trying to yank them down to no avail.
“VAHAHAHAGGIHIHIHIHE!”
“Yup?”
“TIHIHIHICKLES!”
“That’s kinda the point, babe.”
Vaggie paused, moving up alongside her girlfriend, squeezing her knees as she went. Charlie jumped.
“You’ve got such an adorable laugh, hun. I need to hear more.”
“I can gehehehehet - I can get you back you know!” Charlie growled in fake anger.
Vaggie grinned. “I’d like to see you try.”
“I’m the princess of hell! I cahahahan dohohoho ... dohoho whahatev – hahaha! Nohohoho! Stahahahahapit! Nohohot ehehehahahaha nohohot thehehehehere!”
Vaggie was wriggling her fingers into her hips, making Charlie flush and descend rapidly back into laughter. She thrashed desperately, kicking and laughing as Vaggie began to gently knead her hip pockets.
“What’s that? I can’t understand you, babe. You’re laughing too much.”
“Fuhuhuhuck yohohohou!”
“Oh, now that’s no way for a princess to talk!”
Vaggie began kneading her ribs, and Charlie lost all control. She threw herself back in the chair, burying her face in her arm, sinking once again into silent laughter. Vaggie relented, letting her catch her breath.
“Oh ... ohohohokay,” Charlie rasped. “Wehe better stop. The others ... they’ll be waiting.”
“Husk and Pentious are waiting outside of the club. And Angel is ... supposed to be trying to wrangle Nifty,” Vaggie said, grinning. “We have time.”
Charlie blushed. This was what she had been hoping for when the hands pushed that confession out of her. But she couldn’t help the flush that coloured her white skin. “I’m not sure how much more I can tahahahake,” she chuckled as Vaggie began tracing circles on her exposed stomach.
“As much as you want to, honey,” Vaggie replied, grinning.
Being tickled by the hands had been alarming, then fun, at least once the threat of forced sex while in bondage had been removed. But with Vaggie it was different. It was better. Having her girlfriend lavish such loving attention of her made her flush with joy, and it was nice to let go and laugh, completely at the other’s mercy. She trusted Vaggie to let her go when she really needed to, and in the meantime, while not enjoy herself?
Vaggie wiggled her fingers, and Charlie was snapped from her thoughts, her eyes fixed on the wiggling appendages. “Ahehe ... Mayhahahabe a bihit lohohonger?”
“Long as you want,” Vaggie chuckled as Charlie’s eyes followed her fingers. “What’re you laughing at, babe? I haven’t even touched you.”
“I cahahan’t he-HEHE- hehelp ihiht,” Charlie squeaked as Vaggie feigned squeezing her hip again.
“Well, then. You leave me no choice.”
“Whahat do you mehean?”
“If you’re going to sit there laughing at me,” Vaggie moved further toward her upper body. “I’m gonna have to give you something to laugh about.”
She moved her hand toward the princess’s right underarm, making her twist away. Vaggie paused before she reached it, then darted across for the left, and again Charlie twisted away. She began to dart back and forth, not even touching her, but drawing helpless giggling in anticipation from her girlfriend as she twisted madly from left to right to avoid the threat of the attack.
Vaggie laughed. “Oh fuck, that’s adorable,” she chuckled. She paused, then wiggled both hands straight into Charlie’s underarms.
As Charlie descended back into a laughing fit, the hands on the wall watched on silently, waiting for the right moment to interrupt the girls with the bill for their services.