ChronoTickle Part 1 */f

Postby hafnermg » Mon Aug 09, 2010 11:03 pm

ah yes chronotrigger. very classic, very awesome. Though i spent the whole game wishing marle would get tied up, definately my fav girl from the game. So far great story and I am praying you get the rest of the responses you need cause i would love to read more of this. Thanks for the great story and bringing back some fond memories.

Re: ChronoTickle Part 1 */f

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Aug 10, 2010 7:39 am

Very Good! Thanks!

:tickle: :tickle: :tickle: :tickle: :tickle: :tied: :tied: :tied: :tied: :tied: :gag: :gag: :gag: :gag: :gag: :bound: :bound: :bound: :bound: :bound: :big: :big: :big: :big: :big:
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: ChronoTickle Part 1 */f

Postby Fesselfan » Wed Aug 11, 2010 12:51 am

Hmm, how to put this...
IMHO if you beg for comments to continue your story, you shouldn't continue it. Either you think it is good and want to share it...or not.
People will comment if they want, if not they won't. There are a lot of silent readers anyway who enjoy the stories I bet.

Cheers

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Those who understand binary numeral system, and those who don't.

Re: ChronoTickle Part 1 */f

Postby Chase Ricks » Tue Nov 09, 2010 3:28 pm

This story I am reposting again.

“I thought everything would be perfect after we destroyed LAVOS and saved the world. Boy was I wrong,” Marle thought as she wandered past the abandoned wooden structures with only the moonlight to show her the way. Everything was so boring now, with only her duties as Princess Nadia to keep her busy. Marle found herself spending her time decorating the castle, overseeing the domestic staff and planning the next Royal Ball.

The life she’d sworn she’d never live. That was why she’d run away in the first place.

At first, of course, things had been different. They’d been heroes, all of them, Crono, Frog, Robo, Ayla, Lucca and even Magus. Most especially Crono. The Moonlight Parade had been one of the highlights of her life. Then to top it all off, Crono had been named heir apparent by King Guardia, provided he marry an “appropriate” woman. That could have only been her, of course, and so she became engaged. Talk about exciting!

It hadn’t lasted. Frog, Robo, Ayla and Magus had gone back to their own times. Lucca had gotten all wrapped up in some new project. And Crono, her betrothed, was so busy learning how to govern, that he had no time for her. Honestly, he was spending so much time with her father and the chancellor, she couldn’t remember the last time Crono had really talked to her!

Things had been so much more exciting back when they were fighting not just for their own lives, but for the very survival of the planet. Everyday, She and Crono and the rest and faced another, even more challenging foe. Death had always been a very real possibility. It had been terrifying, but those days had a flavor to them that the present just couldn’t match.

Maybe it had been because, for the first time in her life, Marle had been important not because of her beauty. Her companions hadn’t needed her because of her pretty face, slender body or long, blond hair. No, it had been her Ice magic, freezing the cold blooded reptites, her healing magic and her bow that had earned her respect. She’d been valued by her friends for reasons that had nothing to do with being a beautiful princess.

Now, that was over. She was just Princess Nadia again. Her only job to be a pretty bauble of the arm of the future king.

So Marle had taken to coming here, the site of the Millennial Fair, almost every night. The fair had ended months ago, the crowds and vendors long gone, but the memories lingered, and the memories were all she had. Over there was the circle track that the runners must have gone around a thousand times, apparently having nothing else to do but race from morning to night. And that was the table that some jerk had kept his lunch on, the lunch that Crono always insisted on stealing. Boy, that one almost came back to bite him! Even such silly memories made Marle smile.

In the center, had been Queen Leene’s bell. Right in front of that was the spot she and Crono had met. Her shoulder was still a little sore from that meeting on rainy nights. Why couldn’t they have a less painful meeting story?

And the empty field that had held Norstein Bekkler’s lab. It was there Marle had insisted on holding onto hope when all seemed lost. Why couldn’t she do that again?

A cold wind, strong enough to blow her blond hair askew if it hadn’t been in its trademarked ponytail, started blowing, pulling Marle out of the past. She was considering going back to the castle when she heard a strange bit of music coming from the back of the fairgrounds. It was faint, so faint that Marle couldn’t have told you when it started. She might have dismissed it as wind blowing through the trees if it hadn’t been achingly familiar. Almost without thinking, Marle headed in that direction.

She walked away from the lights of the nearby village until they were lost behind the trees, following the path to a clearing at the very edge of the fairgrounds. She heard the song before she saw its shiny metal body.

“They call me Gato. I have metal joints. Beat me up. And earn 15 silver points.”

Gato was a robot built by Lucca as a combat simulator. She and Crono had fought it many times while they waited for Lucca’s ill fated teleportation experiment to start. Battling the metal creature had not only allowed them both to begin building their battle skills, the silver points they won had been exchanged for gold which bought their first weapons and armor. Nobody would have guessed it at the time, but Gato had proved an invaluable, and convenient, first step toward saving the world.

Marle was surprised Lucca had left her creation here. True, it was primitive. Lucca had built Gato before going to the future and seeing the stylish and self-aware robots there. Gato’s body was nothing more than a giant ball. Stubby arms and legs jutted out with little in the way of shoulders or waist to make a graceful transition. Its head was nothing more than an old helmet with twin, glowing yellow eyes underneath.
But Lucca tended to think of her inventions as her children. She was almost obsessive in taking care of them. Why would she abandon Gato?

Marle was so concerned about her friend, she almost missed the high pitched bell that signaled Gato had entered “Battle Mode”.

The circle hatch on Gato’s stomach opened, and an extendable arm with a boxing glove on the end shot out. Marle threw herself to the side, feeling the breeze as the glove passed inches over her head.

Damn! Now Gato was malfunctioning! She’d have to disable it before it hurt somebody. That would be difficult without one of her bows, but Marle wasn’t really worried. She had defeated enemies hundreds of times more powerful than this during the quest using nothing but her magic. She just hoped she could do it without destroying the metal man.

It had been months, however, since Marle had done so much as make an ice cube, so it took her a minute to get “in touch” with her abilities. That was enough time for Gato to make another attack. It moved its microphone up to its mouth.

Marle knew that Gato was about to unleash its sonic attack. She had felt it several times before, and grit her teeth. It wouldn’t really hurt her, but it could sting like nails on a chalkboard.

When the sound came, however, it was louder and more powerful than anything Marle had experienced before. A high pitched wall of cacophony slammed into her, making her cry out in pain and cover her ears. Any thought of magic slipped way.

The princess could only lie there, bright lights exploding in front of her eyes and her muscles refusing to obey her brain. Marle could barely see Gato’s hatch open again and that third arm strike out. She steeled herself for the blow.

But this time, instead of a boxing glove on the end of the arm, there was a hook. It caught Marle’s shoulder, and pulled her inside. Before she knew what it her, the Princess was swallowed by metal and darkness.

Soon, a dim red light flickered on. Marle could see she was inside of a steel sphere. It was too small a space to stand, sitting cross legged, Marle’s head was only inches from the ceiling. She shouted for help, but knew there was no one close enough to hear anything even if sound could escape her iron prison.

Then Marle heard a buzzing sound, and the sphere she was in started shrinking. The sides, ceiling and floor were all closing in. She’d be crushed! Out of desperation, Marle reached out her arms, fingertips touching the curved walls to her left and right, and began to push with all her might.

Marle knew it was futile. She could feel the slow pressure, pushing back against her arms. There was no way she was strong enough. Why, oh why, couldn’t she be Ayla or Robo! Soon the walls were close enough that she could put her palms flat against the metal surfaces. Marle straightened her arms and locked her elbows. Sonn her muscles grew tired of pushing.

Suddenly, without warning, the buzzing stopped, and so did the walls. The princess had somehow been saved from being crushed. So relieved was Marle, that she didn’t notice the steel grow warm under her touch.

Marle was still trying to calm herself and think of a way out of her cage when a couple of small holes opened up in front of her. Two metal arms,about as thick as a broom handle, came out. Each one had a circular brush, about two inches wide, on their end. The brushes looked like the one her father used to shave with.

She screamed again and tried to bring her arms into some kind of defensive position. It was then that Marle realized her hands were stuck to the sides of the sphere. Pull as hard as she could, nothing could free them. It was as if her skin had bonded to the metal.

As the armss grew closer, Marle again forced herself to calm down. She focused on her simplest ice magic. That would stop them.

The brushes struck first

King Guardia had always hated the white top Marle was wearing, which was probably the reason she wore it.. It barely covered her chest, leaving both her arms and shoulders bare. Robo had stated once that it defied the laws of gravity, leaving Lucca to joke that it must have been held up by sheer willpower.

The brushes nestled in Marle’s exposed underarms. The bristles were firmer than Marle had expected and felt prickly on her delicate skin. When they started to caress her armpits, the princess’s reaction was immediate.

“Hehe ehe eheheheheh ehWHATTA hehe ehehehe ehe nawoooooheheh eheheh!!!!! Stawwwpp heh heheh eheheheh!!!!” the blond princess giggled, “Can’t he eheh eheheh dodooohohohoo heh ehheh thissssssesesheee eehe tohohohoho mehehehhe hhehehhehe….”

Despite having a musical, almost lilting laugh, Marle hated being tickled. She had been incredibly ticklish as long as she could remember. One of the best parts of being princess was that it shielded her from such attentions. That wasn’t always the case, however. A governess had found put about Marle’s weakness during the princess’s even more rebellious teen-age years. She had decided that, since nothing else was working to control the hellcat, maybe tickling would.

For a while, every time Marle broke a rule, she had been tormented by the governess’s talented fingers. It was five minutes of belly tickling for a messy bedroom. 5 minutes of tickling on her ribs for breaking curfew. Her feet had been the worst. Once she had even gotten half an hour of toe tickles for kissing a commoner boy. Eventually, she had managed to get the governess fired for some made up offense, but the woman had made Marle’s life a living hell until them.

Now it was happening again, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. The brushes covered both her underarms, swishing back and forth from underneath her bicep, across the curved hollow and down to the side of her breast. Marle could feel each bristle, hundreds of them, gliding over her soft skin, scraping ever so gently.

For Marle, it was like her armpits were on fire. Countless tickles, exploding on her skin. The electric sensation quickly overwhelmed her and Marle’s laughter grew and grew.

“HE EHEH E eheh EHE e ehHEHEHEHEH NAAWWOOOO HEHE Ee ehe EHE WHHHYYHEH EHEHHE EHEHEHEHEH EHEH WHHHHYYYYYY EHEHEH EHEHEHEHE EEH eeheHEHEH etickkkllehehehheh TICCKKLLEHEHE EHEHEH MEHEHH EHEHEH EHEHEHE!!!!!!!!!!!!”

With Marle’s hands fused to the metal sides of her prison, she had virtually no wiggle room at all. Rope or even chain would have had some slack to it, but as she was bound, the princess could barely lean her body an inch forward or backward and nothing to the side. There was nothing she could do even to lessen the tickling even for a second.

To make things even worse, the brushes started moving faster, forcing Marle to laugh harder and harder. Now it was as if the bristles were skating over an icy pond at great speed. She could feel the lines they were leaving on her flesh, long, red marks.

Without even being aware she doing it, Marle began to beg in the midst of her hysterical cries, the same pleas she had made that cruel governess long ago.

“HA HAHAHAHHAH PLEEAASSEEAAH!!! AHAHAHHAHH MEERCYYY MAAAHAHAH MAAAAAMMMMMM HA AHAHAHAHHAH!!!! I’LLL BEH HAHA AHH AHA I HAHAHAH BEEEHAHAHAHAHH BEEEHEHE EHEH A GOOODD HAHAHHHAH GIRRLLLL!!! HAHAHAHH GOOOODDDD HAHAHAH GIRLLL HAHAH!!!!!!!!”

Eventually, the tickling ended. When it did, Marle could only hunch over, gasping for air. Every muscle in her stomach and chest hurt. Sweat was rolling off her cheeks and shoulders. Never in her life had she been so exhausted.

When Marle started to become aware of her surroundings, two things became apparent. One was that the brushes hadn’t gone away. They were still nestled in the exact center of the deep hollows under her arms, as if just waiting to begin torturing her again.

The second was that there was a face staring at her. The concave wall facing Marle had revealed itself as a monitor, and on it was the face of her best friend Lucca.

Here is the final half of it. Hope you all enjoy it.

ChronoTickle Part 2 F*/F

Her tormentor was Lucca! Marle couldn't believe her eyes!

It couldn’t be anyone else. The thick glasses and nerdy helmet she wore could belong to none other. Marle was shocked beyond words. The two of them had the kind of bond only soldiers in war could understand. Closer than sisters, they had saved each others lives countless times, and with their four friends, had stood between the world and oblivion. Betrayal was not a strong enough word for what Marle felt.

“What are you talking about?!” Marle snapped, “This isn’t funny! Let me out Lucca! Let me out!!” It seemed like a bad joke, but Marle knew that Lucca didn’t have that kind of sense of humor. Sometimes she was a lot like the machines she studied.

Then Marle noticed that there was a strange look in Lucca’s eyes. It was the same look somebody got when they were under a chaos spell. Marle remembered being under that spell’s effects. It was like your brain just shut down. You didn’t recognize anybody or anything. You shot your friends in the back just because they were closest too you, and you found it hilarious. You’d kill them if somebody didn’t bring you back to your senses first.

Marle knew she was in trouble.

“Are you ready to do what Madam Lucca asks?” Lucca simply repeated again, not even acknowledging that her friend had talked. Even through Lucca’s thick glasses, Marle could see her friends eyes were practically spinning.

“Lucca,” Marle tried to reason with her, “Lucca, you’re my friend. Let me out. I don’t know what’s wrong, but I can help you. I’ll help you with AHH EHEHEH EHEHHHEHEHEH!!!”

The brushes started tickling Marle’s armpits again. This time, instead of stroking across her skin, each bristle started wiggling independent of the others. It was like having a hundred worms squirming over her body.

Marle again descended into hysteria. It was even worse then before. Soon she was cackling madly. It was as if the bristles knew the exact spots on her underarms which were most ticklish and zeroed in on them, prodding and twisting to draw out every possible screech from their victim.

“Are you ready to do what Madam Lucca asks?” the words seem to form directly in Marle’s brain. She definitely couldn’t have heard them over the cacophony that was her own laughter.

Marle resisted giving an answer for a few minutes as the words repeated again and again. Oh Gawd!!! It tickled so much!!! Surely Lucca wouldn’t want her to do anything too bad? Maybe it would be alright…maybe…maybe…

Soon her strength wore out. She just couldn’t take it anymore!

“YEYEYYYESSSS HEHE EHEHEH YEESSESSS HE EHEHEHHEH LUCCAAHAH AHAHHHAHAHHAH DOOO WHAHAHAHHATTT AHHAHHHH LUCCA AHAHAHHAHAHAH WAAHAHNNTTTSS!!!!!!!!!”

The tickling stopped. This time the brushes did pull away from Marle’s skin. Again the blond had to catch her breath with aching lungs.

“Break off your engagement with Crono.” Lucca said with no preamble.

The words took Marle by surprise. She didn’t know what she expected from Lucca in her current condition, but it definitely hadn’t been that.

And part of Marle wanted to say yes. She thought she loved Crono, but they had grown apart lately. And it would get her out of having to be Queen. And it would end the horrible, horrible tickling. She was desperately afraid of what Lucca would do in her confused condition if she said ‘No’.

But…but…there was her father. For as long as Marle could remember, her father’s greatest fear was that the Guardia royal line would end with him. With no son, there was no guarantee the next King would share his genes. He had appointed Crono as heir not only as a reward for saving the world, but as a way of making sure his daughter was Queen. Should she denounce the betrothal, Crono would be free to make any other woman Queen. That would break her dad’s heart.

“I can’t…I can’t Lucca. Anything else. But please, no more…no more tickles. I can’t stand anymore.”

Lucca just shook her head. Sounding a lot like Marle’s old governess, she said “But bad girls need to be punished.”

Marle closed her eyes, prepared for the brushes to go back to work. Instead a green gas started flooding the chamber. The princess held her breath for a few seconds, but eventually had to breath it in. It had a faint, peppery smell to it, but seemed to have no effect.

Not on her anyway. Marle noticed smoke starting to pour from her clothes. Soon her blouse and pants were falling off of Marle in pieces. Then her bra and panties followed. Before she new it, the princess was completely naked, not a stitch covering her body anywhere. Even her hairband had disintegrated, allowing her long, blond hair to fall across her shoulders.

Before Marle could wonder what was going to happen next, she was hit from almost every angle by a jet of warm, soapy water. In seconds, her body was dripping wet and covered in white, foamy bubbles.

“Last chance, princess,” Lucca said smugly, “Break it off.”

"Why?!" Marle cried out in frustration! "Why do you care if we marry?
You were never in love with him..."

"Oh, no princess," Lucca was still smiling, "No explanations here. Do as I say, or we start having fun again."

This wasn’t the Lucca Marle knew. Whatever had come over her had completely taken over her normal, good-natured personality. She might easily order this machine to rip out Marle’s internal organs and leave her for dead. Still, Marle knew she couldn’t give in.

Slowly, the princess shook her head ‘No.’

Marle again heard the grinding of gears. This time, it wasn’t two metal arms coming at her, but six. Each one had brushes at their end. She closed her eyes, knowing what was coming.

The bristles that hit Marle’s skin this time were firmer than the last two, more like the scrub brushes the maids used on the floor. Two brushes found her underarms again, two her belly and two her ribcage, one on each side. Then they began scouring.

Had Marle’s body been dry, these bristles would have hurt, taking off layers of skin and rubbing raw spots on her flesh. Instead, her body was wet and slippery. The soap acted as a lubricant, allowing the bristles to dig in without so much as leaving a mark. The result was inevitable.

“HE EHEHE EHEHEHEHEHE NAWWWOOO AH HEHE EHEHEHHH MERRCCCYY HEH EMERRCYYY HEH HEHEH LUCCAAHAHAHAH HEH EHEH MERCCYYYEHEHE PLEEAASSEHEHEHEH EHEHEH!!!!!!! FRIENEHEHEHENNNDSS HEHEHEHEH WEHEHEHEH HEHEHERRREEEE HEHEHH EHEH WE’REEHEHEHEHH FRIENDSH EHEHEHEHEHE!!!!”

Now the tickling wasn’t just confined to one small area. Bristles poke between her ribs, danced over her flat belly and spiraled into her armpits. Only her legs, still crossed underneath her, were spared.

In her frenzied mind, Marle slipped back to the last time before this she’d really been tickled. She’d crept away to visit with the commoner boy she’d kissed earlier. This time, they met in a cave, planning to go farther than just touching lips. Still an innocent, Marle wasn’t sure how far that would have been. They never got a chance to find out. They governess had discovered she was gone and had sent troops to bring her back almost immediately.

Instead of punishing her immediately, the governess had simply instructed Marle to take a bath and ‘wipe off the filth’. While Marle was in the tub, taking her usual bubble bath, the governess had burst in on her. She had tickled practically every inch of Marle’s soapy body, her bony fingers slipping between clenched legs and arms.

The tickling had been endless. Marle grew so exhausted, the governess had had to hold her head above the water with one hand while tickling her soapy belly and sides with the other. Nails repeatedly gliding over slippery skin, pinching soft, wet flesh wherever they could find it. It had been hell.

“Got to get the dirty girl nice and clean,” the governess had said, over and over again.

Only when a maid had walked in and completely misconstrued what she saw did the governess stop. The next day, after a few teary half truths and one or two outright lies, to her father, Marle finally had the governess shipped out.

This tickling was worse. Instead of ten fingers, there were countless whiskers scouring her flesh. She couldn’t kick or splash like she‘d done in the tub, and there was no chance of a maid walking in.

“You’re a dirty, dirty princess, aren’t you?” Lucca taunted, “I’ll scrub you until you’re nice and clean.”

“O HE EHEHEH NAWWOOOO HO NAWOOOO HEH EHEHEHH PLE PLE HE HEH HEH PLEEAAHE HEHHEHEHEHEHSSSEEEEE LUCCCAHACCHA AHA AHAHAHAHAHAH AHAH NAWWOOOHOHOHO MORREEHE EHEHEHEH!!!!!”

The princess could feel each bristle skimming across her skin, waltzing in her underarms, shimmering up her ribs and poking into her sides. White bubbles were starting to form underneath the brushes, lathering Marle up more and more.

Marle’s laughter became wilder and wilder. Soon, she was bellowing with all her might. The tears dribbling down her cheeks started flowing like a river, blinding her. Her blonde hair, normally kept in a neat ponytail was either flying around her head as her head whipped madly from side to side, or was plastered against her sweaty face and shoulders.

“What do you say, dirty girl? Will you do what Mistress Lucca says? Will you break it off with Crono?”

Marle’s world became a series of sensations. The stiff bristles scouring her underarms and ribs were most dominant, tormenting her flesh. Marle could even feel every drop of warm water and every soapy bubble running down her bare skin. Nothing else existed, however. Her sight grew dim and her own hysterical laughter barely echoed in her ears.

Still, the spirit within her, the very fire that had allowed her to help save the world, burned bright. She mouthed the words “drop dead”, unsure if any sound other than laughter escaped her lips.

Unable to see, the princess had no warning. She suddenly started feeling something brush the undersides of her bare breasts. Far softer than the other tickles, the plumes sweeping Marle’s boobs had an itchy feel to them. The sensation shooting from them was electric.

Her eyes opened wide, and animal like sounds started coming from her mouth. The rest of Marle’s body faded a little into the background. It was like her breasts were covered with thousands of tickly ants! It was unbearable!

“Well, dirty girl? What is it? Do you want the tickles to stop?”

Now, even the tickles on the rest of her body faded, not vanishing, but becoming part of the background anguish that still swept her body. All Marle’s awareness was focused on her breasts. Good sized, but firm, she had always considered them one of her greatest assets. Now, they were her greatest weakness.

There must have been more plumes, because now both the top and underside were covered with tickles. Sound itself stopped coming from Marle’s mouth. Her jaw just hung open, as if to let the agonies flow out of their own accord.

It would have been so, so , so easy to say ‘Yes.” It was impossible to refuse. It took all Marle’s strength to give not even the tiniest response to the question.

The agony lasted forever. No spot on her tender breasts were not being feathered. Even her nipples had something soft and damnable flicking across them. Marle laughed and laughed until her heart was pounding and every muscle in her chest was dying.

Marle was unable to pinpoint the exact moment that her suffering stopped. She must have passed out, descending into a dark world of feathers and phantom tickles. Then, slowly, the void overtook her. Black and cold, it was the sweetest thing she ever knew.

It took a long time for Marle’s brain to return to normal. When it did, Marle was truly sorry. During there fight against LAVOS, she had been stabbed, shot, electrocuted, set on fire, frozen, had huge rocks drop on her head, slimy creatures slide over her face, and a thousand other punishments he had forgotten, but her body was in more pain right now. Every muscle screamed in agony.

Eventually, Marle found the strength to lift her head and shake it a bit to get the hair out of her face. She looked at the screen to see Lucca’s face staring at her with that same crazy look in her eye.

There was no frustration on Lucca's face, no anger or disappointment. She was smiling, as if Marle's resistance was somehow amusing.

“I’m sorry, princess, but it looks like you have decided to do things the hard way.”

Marle wanted to cry. If this wasn't the hard way, she couldn't possibly imagine what was.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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ChronoTickle Part 2 F/f

Postby Chase Ricks » Fri Oct 07, 2011 7:31 am

The long overdue final part of this story. I warn all here now it is tantalizingly intimate in terms of female body parts being tickled. Please enjoy.

Her tormentor was Lucca! Marle couldn't believe her eyes!

It couldn’t be anyone else. The thick glasses and nerdy helmet she wore could belong to none other. Marle was shocked beyond words. The two of them had the kind of bond only soldiers in war could understand. Closer than sisters, they had saved each others lives countless times, and with their four friends, had stood between the world and oblivion. Betrayal was not a strong enough word for what Marle felt.

“What are you talking about?!” Marle snapped, “This isn’t funny! Let me out Lucca! Let me out!!” It seemed like a bad joke, but Marle knew that Lucca didn’t have that kind of sense of humor. Sometimes she was a lot like the machines she studied.

Then Marle noticed that there was a strange look in Lucca’s eyes. It was the same look somebody got when they were under a chaos spell. Marle remembered being under that spell’s effects. It was like your brain just shut down. You didn’t recognize anybody or anything. You shot your friends in the back just because they were closest too you, and you found it hilarious. You’d kill them if somebody didn’t bring you back to your senses first.

Marle knew she was in trouble.

“Are you ready to do what Madam Lucca asks?” Lucca simply repeated again, not even acknowledging that her friend had talked. Even through Lucca’s thick glasses, Marle could see her friends eyes were practically spinning.

“Lucca,” Marle tried to reason with her, “Lucca, you’re my friend. Let me out. I don’t know what’s wrong, but I can help you. I’ll help you with AHH EHEHEH EHEHHHEHEHEH!!!”

The brushes started tickling Marle’s armpits again. This time, instead of stroking across her skin, each bristle started wiggling independent of the others. It was like having a hundred worms squirming over her body.

Marle again descended into hysteria. It was even worse then before. Soon she was cackling madly. It was as if the bristles knew the exact spots on her underarms which were most ticklish and zeroed in on them, prodding and twisting to draw out every possible screech from their victim.

“Are you ready to do what Madam Lucca asks?” the words seem to form directly in Marle’s brain. She definitely couldn’t have heard them over the cacophony that was her own laughter.

Marle resisted giving an answer for a few minutes as the words repeated again and again. Oh God!!! It tickled so much!!! Surely Lucca wouldn’t want her to do anything too bad? Maybe it would be alright…maybe…maybe…

Soon her strength wore out. She just couldn’t take it anymore!

“YEYEYYYESSSS HEHE EHEHEH YEESSESSS HE EHEHEHHEH LUCCAAHAH AHAHHHAHAHHAH DOOO WHAHAHAHHATTT AHHAHHHH LUCCA AHAHAHHAHAHAH WAAHAHNNTTTSS!!!!!!!!!”

The tickling stopped. This time the brushes did pull away from Marle’s skin. Again the blond had to catch her breath with aching lungs.

“Break off your engagement with Crono.” Lucca said with no preamble.

The words took Marle by surprise. She didn’t know what she expected from Lucca in her current condition, but it definitely hadn’t been that.

And part of Marle wanted to say yes. She thought she loved Crono, but they had grown apart lately. And it would get her out of having to be Queen. And it would end the horrible, horrible tickling. She was desperately afraid of what Lucca would do in her confused condition if she said ‘No’.

But…but…there was her father. For as long as Marle could remember, her father’s greatest fear was that the Guardia royal line would end with him. With no son, there was no guarantee the next King would share his genes. He had appointed Crono as heir not only as a reward for saving the world, but as a way of making sure his daughter was Queen. Should she denounce the betrothal, Crono would be free to make any other woman Queen. That would break her dad’s heart.

“I can’t…I can’t Lucca. Anything else. But please, no more…no more tickles. I can’t stand anymore.”

Lucca just shook her head. Sounding a lot like Marle’s old governess, she said “But bad girls need to be punished.”

Marle closed her eyes, prepared for the brushes to go back to work. Instead a green gas started flooding the chamber. The princess held her breath for a few seconds, but eventually had to breathe it in. It had a faint, peppery smell to it, but seemed to have no effect.

Not on her anyway. Marle noticed smoke starting to pour from her clothes. Soon her blouse and pants were falling off of Marle in pieces. Then her bra and panties followed. Before she new it, the princess was completely naked, not a stitch covering her body anywhere. Even her hair band had disintegrated, allowing her long, blond hair to fall across her shoulders.

Before Marle could wonder what was going to happen next, she was hit from almost every angle by a jet of warm, soapy water. In seconds, her body was dripping wet and covered in white, foamy bubbles.

“Last chance, princess,” Lucca said smugly, “Break it off.”

"Why?!" Marle cried out in frustration! "Why do you care if we marry?
You were never in love with him..."

"Oh, no princess," Lucca was still smiling, "No explanations here. Do as I say or we start having fun again."

This wasn’t the Lucca Marle knew. Whatever had come over her had completely taken over her normal, good-natured personality. She might easily order this machine to rip out Marle’s internal organs and leave her for dead. Still, Marle knew she couldn’t give in.

Slowly, the princess shook her head ‘No.’

Marle again heard the grinding of gears. This time, it wasn’t two metal arms coming at her, but six. Each one had brushes at their end. She closed her eyes, knowing what was coming.

The bristles that hit Marle’s skin this time were firmer than the last two, more like the scrub brushes the maids used on the floor. Two brushes found her underarms again, two her belly and two her ribcage, one on each side. Then they began scouring.

Had Marle’s body been dry, these bristles would have hurt, taking off layers of skin and rubbing raw spots on her flesh. Instead, her body was wet and slippery. The soap acted as a lubricant, allowing the bristles to dig in without so much as leaving a mark. The result was inevitable.

“HE EHEHE EHEHEHEHEHE NAWWWOOO AH HEHE EHEHEHHH MERRCCCYY HEH EMERRCYYY HEH HEHEH LUCCAAHAHAHAH HEH EHEH MERCCYYYEHEHE PLEEAASSEHEHEHEH EHEHEH!!!!!!! FRIENEHEHEHENNNDSS HEHEHEHEH WEHEHEHEH HEHEHERRREEEE HEHEHH EHEH WE’REEHEHEHEHH FRIENDSH EHEHEHEHEHE!!!!”

Now the tickling wasn’t just confined to one small area. Bristles poke between her ribs, danced over her flat belly and spiraled into her armpits. Only her legs, still crossed underneath her, were spared.

In her frenzied mind, Marle slipped back to the last time before this she’d really been tickled. She’d crept away to visit with the commoner boy she’d kissed earlier. This time, they met in a cave, planning to go farther than just touching lips. Still an innocent, Marle wasn’t sure how far that would have been. They never got a chance to find out. They governess had discovered she was gone and had sent troops to bring her back almost immediately.

Instead of punishing her immediately, the governess had simply instructed Marle to take a bath and ‘wipe off the filth’. While Marle was in the tub, taking her usual bubble bath, the governess had burst in on her. She had tickled practically every inch of Marle’s soapy body, her bony fingers slipping between clenched legs and arms.

The tickling had been endless. Marle grew so exhausted; the governess had had to hold her head above the water with one hand while tickling her soapy belly and sides with the other. Nails repeatedly gliding over slippery skin, pinching soft, wet flesh wherever they could find it. It had been hell.

“Got to get the dirty girl nice and clean,” the governess had said, over and over again.

Only when a maid had walked in and completely misconstrued what she saw did the governess stop. The next day, after a few teary half truths and one or two outright lies, to her father, Marle finally had the governess shipped out.

This tickling was worse. Instead of ten fingers, there were countless whiskers scouring her flesh. She couldn’t kick or splash like she‘d done in the tub, and there was no chance of a maid walking in.

“You’re a dirty, dirty princess, aren’t you?” Lucca taunted, “I’ll scrub you until you’re nice and clean.”

“O HE EHEHEH NAWWOOOO HO NAWOOOO HEH EHEHEHH PLE PLE HE HEH HEH PLEEAAHE HEHHEHEHEHEHSSSEEEEE LUCCCAHACCHA AHA AHAHAHAHAHAH AHAH NAWWOOOHOHOHO MORREEHE EHEHEHEH!!!!!”

The princess could feel each bristle skimming across her skin, waltzing in her underarms, shimmering up her ribs and poking into her sides. White bubbles were starting to form underneath the brushes, lathering Marle up more and more.

Marle’s laughter became wilder and wilder. Soon, she was bellowing with all her might. The tears dribbling down her cheeks started flowing like a river, blinding her. Her blonde hair, normally kept in a neat ponytail was either flying around her head as her head whipped madly from side to side, or was plastered against her sweaty face and shoulders.

“What do you say, dirty girl? Will you do what Mistress Lucca says? Will you break it off with Crono?”

Marle’s world became a series of sensations. The stiff bristles scouring her underarms and ribs were most dominant, tormenting her flesh. Marle could even feel every drop of warm water and every soapy bubble running down her bare skin. Nothing else existed, however. Her sight grew dim and her own hysterical laughter barely echoed in her ears.

Still, the spirit within her, the very fire that had allowed her to help save the world, burned bright. She mouthed the words “drop dead”; unsure if any sound other than laughter escaped her lips.

Unable to see, the princess had no warning. She suddenly started feeling something brush the undersides of her bare breasts. Far softer than the other tickles, the plumes sweeping Marle’s boobs had an itchy feel to them. The sensation shooting from them was electric.

Her eyes opened wide and animal like sounds started coming from her mouth. The rest of Marle’s body faded a little into the background. It was like her breasts were covered with thousands of tickly ants! It was unbearable!

“Well, dirty girl? What is it? Do you want the tickles to stop?”

Now, even the tickles on the rest of her body faded, not vanishing, but becoming part of the background anguish that still swept her body. All Marle’s awareness was focused on her breasts. Good sized, but firm, she had always considered them one of her greatest assets. Now, they were her greatest weakness.

There must have been more plumes, because now both the top and underside were covered with tickles. Sound itself stopped coming from Marle’s mouth. Her jaw just hung open, as if to let the agonies flow out of their own accord.

It would have been so, so, so easy to say ‘Yes.” It was impossible to refuse. It took all Marle’s strength to give not even the tiniest response to the question.

The agony lasted forever. No spot on her tender breasts were not being feathered. Even her nipples had something soft and damnable flicking across them. Marle laughed and laughed until her heart was pounding and every muscle in her chest was dying.

Marle was unable to pinpoint the exact moment that her suffering stopped. She must have passed out, descending into a dark world of feathers and phantom tickles. Then, slowly, the void overtook her. Black and cold, it was the sweetest thing she ever knew.

It took a long time for Marle’s brain to return to normal. When it did, Marle was truly sorry. During there fight against LAVOS, she had been stabbed, shot, electrocuted, set on fire, frozen, had huge rocks drop on her head, slimy creatures slide over her face, and a thousand other punishments he had forgotten, but her body was in more pain right now. Every muscle screamed in agony.

Eventually, Marle found the strength to lift her head and shake it a bit to get the hair out of her face. She looked at the screen to see Lucca’s face staring at her with that same crazy look in her eye.

There was no frustration on Lucca's face, not any anger or disappointment. She was smiling, as if Marle's resistance was somehow amusing.

“I’m sorry, princess, but it looks like you have decided to do things the hard way.”

Marle wanted to cry. If this wasn't the hard way, she couldn't possibly imagine what was.

The End.