Elicet had left that morning and in her absence he had had little to do other than contemplate. He resisted the urge to try to bring himself relief, as whatever comfort being able to pleasure himself in peace may have brought would have been outweighed by the sheer frustration that would have resulted.
While he was prevented from seeking any kind of relief from the constant itching desire to cum, that occasionally now left him fruitlessly grinding against furniture or mindlessly humping the air as he fantasised, in his moments of clarity he knew he was close. Not to orgasm, sadly, but to success.
Against all odds, his mental fortitude had won out. That night would mark one month since Elicet’s arrival. She would now be forced to fulfil the contract. While he had no doubts she would make the process as difficult as possible, from his understanding of demonology, as a succubus she was as bound to their contract as he was to the Earth by gravity.
All he had to do was prevent his arousal from controlling him. Indeed, in a way he was lucky that Elicet couldn’t force him to orgasm. Yet the fact he couldn’t bring himself any relief was, in a word, maddening. In her presence the last weeks he had constantly found his hand wandering to his cock, even though he knew it would bring him no release.
Now though, in her absence, he felt oddly alone. The tension across his entire body was cooled somewhat by the realisation that for the first time in a month he wasn’t being constantly observed and taunted, without Elicet shadowing his every move and seemingly reading his every thought.
‘Until you beg me.’ That’s what she had said, Roger thought to himself.
Her last instructions had been clear. The final ritual was surprisingly simple. For all the complexity which it had taken to summon Elicet, transferring him some of her power seemed to involve a remarkable lack of… well, ritualism.
Given his now full month of abstinence, and near daily teasing in the form of tickling and foot-focused flirting from Elicet for the latter half of that, it was a mixed relief to know that very little of his newfound knowledge would be needed. While he was irked by how much study he had done solely to create a seemingly rudimentary layout, at least given his extreme arousal very little concentration was needed from here on. The last thing he wanted now was for some tiny oversight or mistake to destroy a month’s work and suffering.
Down in the dungeon library was the best place to set up, he reasoned, as in the last month he hadn’t seen a single person down there apart from Elicet. Shifting the ancient wooden tables and benches was the hardest part, as they had likely been used for entire classes many years ago. His desperation lent him some strength, however.
Once done he went back to fetch his chalk from his dormitory room, and looking at the floor saw the faint inscriptions he had made a month before. Dozens of overlapping lines and symbols… he chuckled a little, despite himself. He knew more now than he could have dreamed the night he had made those markings.
As he drew upon the aged stone floor of the dungeon library, he double and then triple checked every line, every symbol. Thinking back for a moment to his work before, he chuckled again. Much as he hated to admit it, under Elicet’s unique tutelage, he was far more knowledgable now.
Indeed, he was lucky his summoning ritual had even worked at all, he mused. Luck. Luck was the only reason he was still a free man, rather than a subservient slave to the succubus he had summoned by now.
Lighting candles in a specific order, again as Elicet had instructed, he realised he was already finished. He checked over everything again, but he was convinced that he had successfully followed her instructions to the letter.
Sitting on one of the benches, he reflected on how his life had changed in that time. It was a nice distraction from the throbbing of his cock, demanding he touch it despite knowing it would do no good.
Elicet arrived not long after with a candle in her hands, and Roger nearly stood in surprise.
“Oh don’t get up on my account,” she said, sweetly, and indicated to the bench. “Let’s see how you did.”
She spent a long while inspecting his work, but in the end seemed satisfied.
“Not bad. Better than your previous handiwork. I guess you have learned something after all…”
She placed the candle down, and stood stiffly for a moment. With a snap of her fingers, Elicet’s robes disappeared. Her skin tone returned to a deep crimson red, and she shook her shoulders slightly.
“Mmmm, much better.”
“S-so, what do we do?” Roger asked, awkwardly.
Elicet took a few moments to bask in her own nudity, evidently glad to be back to her old self, before sighing deeply.
The dim light in the room darkened further, as she lifted her hands in front of her. A red glow erupted from the symbols he had drawn on the floor, and he jumped back in his seat in shock.
As the light regressed, however, in its place was a dark stone pedastal, with three smaller ones around it; two at either side, and one below.
“Lay down on the pedestal.” She instructed, and stared at him, coldly.
For a moment, he was going to disagree with her, but thought better of it. If her stare hadn’t unnerved him, his own lack of confidence would have. What was he going to say? She knew what the ritual was and he didn’t. He put a hand on the notably warm stone, which came up to about waist height, and he moved to sit.
“Uh uh,” she admonished, “naked.”
“What?” He demanded, his insecurity forgotten.
“Awww, what’s the matter, surely you’re not shy to be naked around me by now?”
She swooned and pursed her lips in a mock kiss.
“You know the terms. I can’t do anything to you to make you cum, so as long as you don’t ask me to, our arrangement stands!”
Sweetly, she patted the stone, and he reluctantly shedded his robes and sat down.
“There we go, such a good boy… so obedient.”
She slowly pushed his head down to the stone, and ensured his arms were open and prostrated, a hand resting on either of the two stone pedastals to either side of the plinth he lay upon. At last his feet bridged the gap to the bottom one, and she grinned.
“Now, I can’t make you cum…” she noted, with a smile, “but if you decide to relinquish your protection under our contract, then that’s up to you.”
“This isn’t-” he started, but wasn’t sure what his objection was going to be, so he bit his tongue. Grimly, he recognised that he should have seen something like this coming.
“Actually, there’s nothing in our contract preventing me from doing whatever I want to tempt you, and technically you do have to be on a plinth for the ritual.”
She traced her hands up and down his sides gently, and he began to shriek with laughter.
“Speaking of modifications… I’ve been making a few other changes recently.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement. Cassandra and Victoria, his two friends, approached from the darkness. Both were smiling… and both had an eerie pink glow in their eyes.
They were both naked, and as Roger craned as far as he could to see, he saw to his horror there was a glowing red mark upon the abdomens of them both. The same one, he saw, that emblazoned his own balls.
“Cassandra! Victoria! Please!” He whimpered, but both seemed placid and content despite the extreme situation.
“They won’t listen, Roger. They only obey me now…” Elicet said, softly, running her hands across Victoria’s chest and gently pinching a nipple, which earned a deep moan. “Although I’m sure they’re both very eager to hear the noises you’re about to make.”
“S-sorry, Roger…” Cassandra mumbled, grinning inanely. “You can’t imagine the pleasure… w-well, maybe you can…”
“He will soon, cutie.” Elicet confirmed, and kissed her, which made the girl practically melt.
“You two, sit.”
They approached the pedestals at either side of him, and lowered themselves down.
“Now, Roger. Let’s begin the ritual, shall we?”
*****
With Cassandra on his left, and Victoria on his right, he could feel the humming warmths between their thighs near his hands.
“Your friends decided to help me convince you to change your mind, Roger. Isn’t that nice?”
She tickled him before he could respond, robbing him of any strength he had to resist. He hated how easily she could overpower him with such a simple thing! He had to focus, to try to resist her, but it was hopeless.
Truly demonic magic had to be at work, he realised, no doubt the product of an eternity of experimentation. That or perhaps he was just so desperate after a month of teasing that he was helplessly sensitive and ticklish.
“Now, girls, do you remember what I told you? What I… showed you?”
The pair let out a sexual whine, no doubt wracked with the same elicit memories he had come to dwell upon during his long month of frustration.
His eyes widened in fear as the two girls moved closer, leaning over him as their hands descended… and began to very gently tickle under his arms, and along his ribs.
“All you have to do is focus on the ritual, and not break down and beg us to make you cum and turn you into my slave.” Elicet offered cutely, and kissed the tip of his nose, before making her way down to the bottom of the plinth.
Roger winced, forcing his eyes shut, and clenched his throat tight. He tugged mightily at the restraints but they were immovable. He groaned, and he choked, but he simply couldn’t summon the strength to fight them off. Between his extreme ticklishness and arousal he simply didn’t have the strength to fight back, physically or mentally.
He forced himself to be silent. He willed himself not to be ticklish. Even as Victoria and Cassandra strummed his ribs like a harp, one hand gliding gently down before the other did, as the first returned to the top, he simply bit his lip and conjured every ounce of strength he had. He would not - WOULD NOT - laugh.
“Ah, here we are…” Elicet said, and perched herself with her legs around his own, his feet in her lap.
Through tearful eyes, he fearfully looked down past his erect, throbbing cock at the red skinned succubus now sitting about a foot higher than himself, with his feet locked into stone.
“After all my efforts…” she whispered, and trailed a single black claw down his sole, “I just couldn’t get into that head of yours.”
He let out a low pitched whine as her claw dragged its way slowly down, before finally lifting off.
“That’s fine. So, you can control your mind. You can resist me all you like.” She said, and grinned evilly. “If your head is protected, I guess I’ll just have to control your body instead.”
She began to delicately trace her claws up and down his taut, exposed and vulnerable soles, and Roger felt his fraying defences shatter utterly. He spluttered and screamed a hoarse rasp of denial as the ticklish sensations forced their way in.
Roger couldn’t help it. It just tickled too much. He couldn’t handle it, already, and yet he had no choice. He was totally, utterly helpless.
“Ah, that’s better… now, I wonder how long it’ll take before you give in?” She asked, sweetly, and giggled. “I do have to hold up our bargain, though, so I will start the ritual…”
She raked her claws up and down, ever so gently, and grinned at his plight.
“It will only take… hmmm, an hour!”
Roger thrashed what little he could in his bindings. He screamed. He pleaded. He cried. There was no way he could handle an hour of this.
When he tried to pull his feet away from her, she merely held them in one hand and tickled with the other.
With a snap of her fingers, a large hourglass appeared and began to hover beside her. Inside, tiny, vibrant, glowing red rubies began to fall… one per second.
“Now, I know I am forgetting something... You are a vulnerable, helpless, ticklish little boy… but wasn’t there something else you liked?”
She placed a finger on her lips in mock uncertainty, and murmured for a moment, even as she lifted her feet into his view.
“That was it, you’re so hopelessly turned on by my cute feet aren’t you!”
Slowly, inevitably, her soft and supple feet descended until they were laying atop his stomach, their warmth sinking into him and their indescribably softness making him pant with anticipation.
“Oh my… I bet these little feet of mine would feel just delightful wrapped around that throbbing, needy cock of yours…” She cooed, and gently began to tease her toes up and down the tip of his cockhead, and around the glans. “Ooooh, you love the sound of that don’t you?”
His cock throbbed in response, against his will.
“Mmmm, I’ll take that as a yes…”
With that, she enveloped his cock in the silky softness of her feet.
Immediately, he felt the urge to thrust, and as he did so he lost any control over himself. Now she could guide his actions just by positioning her feet where he could feel his cock throbbing and aching within the pillowy grip of her soles.
“Girls…” Elicet encouraged, and Roger’s eyes flitted from side to side as both pairs of feet slowly closed in.
“Wait, wait!” He cried between shrieks of laughter, but his cries were muffled as four feet descended to envelop his face.
Instantly, their tannic, earthy scent filled his senses and he was utterly lost in sensation.
He screamed in ticklish torment as the girls continued their tantalising and gentle torture. They curled their fingers under his armpits as if stroking the neck of a kitten, and seemed to delight in chasing the beads of sweat now dripping down his body with their nails.
When he tried to pull his hands to his sides to protect himself, they would just clamp their feet on his face or toy with his nipples. When he tried to push them away, he merely exposed his armpits to their torturous touches.
Utterly beside himself, Roger groaned and cried, feeling Elicet’s foot-massage of his cock and gentle torture of his trapped feet more than he could see it. Being unable to see where the next tickle would come from had the effect of making it that much worse, and he jumped and shivered at every unwanted touch and tease.
“Please, please!” His foot-muffled screams came whenever he had a moment to breathe, between bouts of giggles or wanton moans.
“Such a cute, ticklish slave you’ll be… I’ll tickle you every day. Oh you can’t even imagine what I can do once I drag you back down to hell with me…”
The torment continued, as Victoria and Cassandra seemed to delight in gently grazing his nipples with their nails, or kissing and licking his neck.
“Try his ears, girls.” Elicet suggested, and he squealed, begging through their gagging soles as they descended. Two slimy tongues soon began to slowly lick and tickle at his ear.
At an unseen command, their feet parted and peeled off of his sweat-soaked face. Cassandra and Victoria now gently petted his head, their hands caressing him softly and tracing his ears in a very delightful way. Panting, he tried to focus his blurry vision, but everything was swimming in a sea of intense arousal and ticklish mania. Yet eventually he was able to focus…
The rubies in the hour glass had barely moved. Indeed he could barely tell that any time had passed at all.
“It’s hopeless, Roger. You will give in to me. Just ask me to make you cum and I will, and we can forget this silly little ritual…”
“Nooohohohohoo!” He squealed as the girls began to tickle under his arms once more.
“You can’t hold out for long, ticklish boy…” Elicet cooed, and gently worked her fingers between his toes in a way that made him gasp for breath between laughter. “I’ll tickle tickle tickle all your strength away… you can’t get away from me now!”
He felt his entire body throbbing with the overwhelming urge to cum, but couldn’t speak without either Victoria or Cassandra delighting in filling his mouth with their toes or kissing him.
“So helpless… you fell right into my trap. Didn’t you learn anything reading all those books?” Elicet giggled. “You can’t resist… the tickles are too much. Just give in to the tickling. Give up on everything, let it all be washed away…”
His cock was practically weeping precum at this point, but even as Elicet’s feet began to milk it mercilessly, slapping wetly up and down as his precum pooled, he couldn’t cum. His own contract had doomed him to an hour of this torment…
“Oh Roger, you listened to everything I said. So eager. So willing…”
She stared into his eyes.
“So gullible.” She said, softly, and snapped her fingers.
Instantly, the stone formed rings around his limbs. Across his thighs, around his ankles, wrists and biceps, across his waist and around his forehead, stone moulded into place to render him entirely immobile.
“Wait- Wait!” He yelled, but she simply grinned inches from his face.
“You can’t get away from the tickling now, I’ll tickle you until you lose your mind…”
Roger screamed, and tried everything he could. He tensed every muscle and tried every possible movement to escape… but the stonework kept him totally immobile.
“You can be as tough as you want in your head, your body is nice and vulnerable for me… and I’ll make you give up eventually.”
Roger cried, truly cried at the sheer unfairness of it all. He was so close to his dream, and now it was being robbed from him. Tickled away.
“Tickle tickle tickle! I’ll tickle your ticklish little body until you squirt your cum for me… until you beg me to… and then you’ll cum again, and again, and I’ll never ever stop tickling you! Oh Roger it’s been so long since I found such a fun playmate, I don’t think I’ll ever let you go… and I think Cassandra and Victoria will come with us. I bet they’d love to help me torture you for… how does eternity sound?”
The pair groaned as the succubi marks on their abdomens glowed, and the pair experienced orgasms that left them shuddering, giving Roger a temporary reprieve.
“See? You could be like them, Roger. They get to cum whenever they want… and when they don’t want to I make them cum anyway!”
He wept in frustration as his balls churned, every single fibre of his being screaming at him to cum but knowing no matter what he did he simply couldn’t.
Unless… he cancelled the contract.
NO! He couldn’t give in! Not when he was so close!
The rubies fell, one at a time, achingly slowly, and he screamed in pure unadulterated rage. It just wasn’t fair!!!
“Such a good boy, it’s so easy to control you now I know your weaknesses… and I’m going to spend eternity exploiting them to their fullest extent. You’ll never ever get away. The tickling will never stop. You’ll spend the rest of your existence buried in feet and tickled to insanity!”
Manically, he watched as the rubies dropped away, one by one.
He couldn’t handle it. He couldn’t take one more second of this torture. Every ruby that fell brought him one step closer to his dream, but… he couldn’t hold on. It tickled too much, and more than anything, he absolutely needed to cum.
“PLEASE!” he screamed, and Elicet slowed her feet to a crawl, wriggling her toes around his shaft.
“Hmmm? Want to beg me for something boy? Is there something you want the mean old succubus to do? Something you want me to… let you do?”
“Noohoohohhho!” He squealed, and felt his sanity slipping away with every single ruby that fell.
“No? Awww, don’t you want to cum? Wouldn’t it feel nice for us to tickle all that cum out of you and make you a helpless little slave for us? Don’t our nice soft feet make you want to hump away all your freedom?”
He tried not to listen but her words were like a siren call. Every time she talked about cumming his brain saw flashes of white light at the prospect.
“PLEASE! PLEEEEEEEASE!” He screamed, but they merely continued their torturously gentle torments.
*****
Ending 1
Time wore on but he kept strong. He would not, WOULD NOT give in.
“Would you like to know a secret, Roger?” Elicet asked, softly.
Roger was beyond responding. At that point he was barely able to drool, his entire existence reduced to being a quivering lump of ticklish flesh.
“This ritual is going to give you my power if you can hold on long enough…” She mused, and eyed the hourglass which, by now, had almost run dry. “Hold on just a little longer, and you will have everything you ever dreamed.”
He felt his heart swell at those words, and saw the rubies falling. He was so close, so close…
“The only problem is… when you summoned me… you made a mistake. I thought after reading all those books you might have noticed…”
He blinked, staring into Elicet’s eyes.
“I’m not actually bound by our contract at all…” She said, with a sad smile. “If I was going to be bound by it, I would have had to be in that circle… but your little circle didn’t work.”
Staring in fear, his tickling and arousal addled mind slowly processed her words.
“So you see… the only thing stopping you from being my slave is my magic. I could remove the curse, and you can cum whenever you like. Of course if you’d rather be a powerful sorcerer… all you have to do is… NOT CUM.”
At that, she snapped her fingers, and he felt a tension in his waist disappear. The hot heat of something holding his libido at bay evaporated… and he felt suddenly weightless.
“Let’s see if you would rather be a slave.” Elicet said simply.
“NO!” Roger cried, but she fixed him with a cold stare.
Instantly, her feet began to pump at a frantic pace, milking his cock with reckless abandon. A single minded goal to make him cum was the only thing driving her.
“No more games. You can’t resist me. You will be a slave.” She cooed, tickling his feet in unison with her milking footjob.
“Give in.”
He clenched his hands, and the girls moaned as his fingers shifted as they bounced atop them, drooling pussies clenching at his digits.
“Give in.”
Elicet slowly moved her feet up to the tip of his cock, and he whined, begging. There were only a few seconds to go…
“Cum.”
Instantly, she slid her feet down to his base, and he felt his vision go hot white as he helplessly ejaculated between her soles.
*****
Ending 2
Time wore on but he kept strong. He would not, WOULD NOT give in.
“Would you like to know a secret, Roger?” Elicet asked, softly.
Roger was beyond responding. At that point he was barely able to drool, his entire existence reduced to being a quivering lump of ticklish flesh.
“This ritual is going to give you my power if you can hold on long enough…” She mused, and eyed the hourglass which, by now, had almost run dry. “Hold on just a little longer, and you will have everything you ever dreamed.”
He felt his heart swell at those words, and saw the rubies falling. He was so close, so close…
“So close, ticklish boy… I wonder if you can hold out?” Elicet asked.
He merely sobbed in response, so she smiled and continued.
“Or maybe… maybe you’re just a ticklish little boy who wants me to make him surrender to me?” She cooed, softly. “Is that it? Is the ticklish boy having trouble asking for what he wants?”
Roger bit his lip.
“I know what you really want, Roger. Deep down, you don’t want to be strong.” She said, with finality, and both the girls and she stopped their tickling. “Deep down, you like being a weak little boy… so I’ll give you what you want. What you really want.”
Instantly, her feet began to pump at a frantic pace, milking his cock with reckless abandon. A single minded goal to make him cum was the only thing driving her.
“No more games. You can’t resist me. You will be a slave.” She cooed, tickling his feet in unison with her milking footjob.
“Give in.”
“Give in,” Cassandra and Victoria joined her, chanting along.
“Give in.” They said together as one, their feet swarming across his body.
Elicet slowly moved her feet up to the tip of his cock, and he whined, begging. There were only a few seconds to go… but he couldn’t hold on any longer. He simply couldn’t handle one more second of it. He just had to cum, no matter what.
“PLEASE! PLEASE MAKE ME CUM!” He begged, and she immediately snapped her fingers.
“Cum.”
Instantly, she slid her feet down to his base, and he felt his vision go hot white as he helplessly ejaculated between her soles.
*****
Epilogue
“Aren’t you so much happier now?” Elicet asked, spider-walking her fingers down his chest.
Roger, for his part, was thrashing in total ticklish torment. A half dozen succubi now languished around him as he lay atop the same stone plinth upon which he had lost his freedom, and surrendered himself eternally to Elicet.
The plinth had disappeared into shadow the moment he came, and arrived here, in hell. Elicet’s own personal corner of hell.
“Listen to how he giggles, girls! He must love it here!”
The demons delighted in seeing just how effortlessly they could reduce him to a ticklish mess. A single finger here and there, a delicate touch, that was all that was needed. Having been fully infused with Elicet’s magic, he was now as ticklish as it was possible to be. More so, in fact, as hell hardly had to play by the same rules as reality.
His screams echoed among dark caverns and bubbling pools, as it seems Roger’s weaknesses had finally claimed him.