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Night of Laughs

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A NIGHT OF LAUGHS



 


     Lisa looked up at her hostess. Her skin was light blue, pale almost, with equally pale tinted, light red hair. Her eyes were dark blue, with steady black pupils that looked at the young woman with interest, hunger and not much else.



    “What is going on here?” Lisa snapped, her Australian accent filled with confusion and rage. “I was going home, when something came over me, and the next thing I know, I’m sitting here, in this odd chair.



     The young woman, at least she appeared young, smiled, revealing two perfectly filed fangs, the tips which were stained red. She wore a dark blue jacket, which was left unbuttoned, and a collar around her neck. “My name is Dara, and I invited you here to my castle, my home…,” she stopped as if in thought and then smiled wider. “My world.” Her brown boots clacked as she walked along the dark gray stone floor, finally coming face to face with the other woman.



    “Your… world?” Lisa asked slowly, as if the words she spoke were some strange new wine she was testing in her mouth. “Not sure I understand.” Her eyes darted to a mirror on the other side of the room, and… no, it couldn’t be. She blinked, and shook her head, there she was, strapped to the chair, her feet and tummy bare, her arms sleeveless. But there was no sign of Dara. A vampire? That wasn’t possible, was it? Weren’t they just fantasy?



    “You are correct,” Dara said with the widest grin of all. “I am a vampire. I’ve been one for over a hundred lifetimes.” There was now a strong sense of power, and a predator’s glance in those eyes. Lisa gulped and inched away from Dara’s face, but in a blink, the vampire was right back in her vision. “You are also equally right to be afraid.” She narrowed her eyes, and put ice cold hands around the Australian’s neck. “I could squeeze and break your neck without really trying, you know.” She lingered there, and stopped. “But I will not. I didn’t invite you here, to kill you, just to feed. A lot!”



    “Like bloody hell!” Lisa roared, struggling with her bonds. “Get me out of this thing! You’re not going to bite me, and drain my blood!” Dara smiled sadly, and turned from her. “What?”



    “How long its been since I taste that particular elixir,” she cooed. “But alas, I live under a curse that can no longer be broken.” She turned and her eyes flashed briefly with red hot rage. “Never may I bite another, without laughing, thrashing as my body is filled with the cursed sensations of being tickled. It was supposed to be a joke… brought on by those damned fools, The Human Jade Liberation Front. But they made a slight… miscalculation!” That hunger returned. “I can’t feed off of blood anymore, but I can feed on another form of human life force. And I sensed a very strong sense of that force in you!”


     Lisa gulped again, and looked at herself, realizing that she was barefoot and bare tummied and sleeveless. And it hit her what Dara had in mind. “No,” she snarled, summoning up all her courage and strength. “You aren’t going to tickle me to death, just to keep the grim reaper away for another night!” Now she really fight against her bonds, and managed to break the right strap of her wrist. She reached over to untie the left, but screeched as a cold hand gripped her wrist and held it straight up.



     Dara’s strength was incredible. But at the same time, it was graceful. She could have snapped the bones of Lisa’s wrist and arm, but did not do so. “You know, I really must meet this Grim Reaper the human’s of your world talk so much about. It would be interesting, as death does not ’rule’ my world so much as it does yours. Or at least not in the same way.” She smiled, her mouth falling open as it appeared she was taking in a lot of air to scream, and then with her free hand, she stroked and rolled the nails of her fingers up and down across Lisa’s armpit.



     Lisa gasped and groped, and wiggled, but the vampire’s grip was stronger than the strap that had held her before. The corners of her mouth twitched and began pulling upward, and she closed her eyes, daring not to speak a word, unless she let out her laughter. Dara kept her mouth open, her fingers exploring Lisa’s smooth hollow, wiggling like a spider’s legs, zigzagging, running up and down the defenseless skin, twirling in circles.



     For the next three minutes, Lisa endured the tickling. Her mind was ablaze with laughter mentally, but there was also strength there too. She thought of her family, her dog, her friends. Anything to block the sensation, and it worked too, for those minutes. Then from the corner of her left eye, she watched Dara flick a finger of the hand holding her wrist, and like magic, her other arm was released, and held up by an invisible force. A ghostly hand appeared next to her now defenseless underarm, and copied its mistress’ hand. That was it, Lisa jerked back and screeched with laughter. “Please,” giggled, “don’t do this to mehehehehe,” she giggled. Lisa thrashed her head back and forth and screamed the word no as quickly as she could between gasps of air and bursts of laughter until her throat hurt.



     Dara’s jaw had dropped and seemed to unlock at the joints. It reminded Lisa of a snake’s jaw, opening wide for the feast. The vampire said nothing at all, but seemed to gulp down the air as it entered her mouth, gulping her victim’s laughter. Lisa wasn’t sure when she had stopped tickling, as her eyes had watered, and were now blurry almost rolling to the back of her skull. “Are you thirsty?” Dara asked.



    “Please let me go,” the girl groaned. It amazed her even more that her conscious brain had kicked in so fast after that bit of torture.



    “I didn’t ask if you wanted to go,” Dara snapped with narrowed eyes burning with red heat. “I asked if you were thirsty.” The vampire didn’t wait for the girl to reply. She snapped her fingers, and a young boy, with horns on his head entered, carrying two bottles of water. He had a purple shirt and red plaid kilt. He walked up to the chair, tripping over his feet, and spilling one of the bottles on the vampire, who glared at him, making him squeak with a high pitched voice, and turn to flee.



     Dara turned to Lisa, and picked up the bottle, opening it, and placed it to her lips. “Drink, you’ll need to wet your throat.”



     Lisa protested, but again, Dara proved too strong. “You can’t kill me like this,” she whimpered, after she finished drinking. She had to admit, the water was refreshing, and her throat felt a lot better, but now there might be the threat of wetting herself.



    “Rule number two,” Dara giggled, holding up two fingers to make a peace sign, “is that no one I tickle, dies. That’s not good business. If its great laughter, and I kill the people then how am I to eat? No, instead, those tickled by me, become servants… like Rogi who was here. An idiot, I know, but he was my first after the curse, and I overdid it.” She smiled evilly and turned to Lisa’s feet.



     The young Australian felt her eyes grow wide, and she gasped. “Oh, God, no no no no no! Please, don’t do that!” She cried.



    “Your weak spot, I’m guessing,” Dara laughed, walking toward the cute little pair, watching the ten digits wiggle wildly. She waved her hands, and Lisa felt she lost control of her toes, unable to wiggle them, unable to squeeze them together. They flexed backward, making her soles taut and smooth, and spread apart. Dara picked up a feather, and danced it wildly around Lisa’s left heel.



    “Oh God,” the young woman screamed, laughing wildly. The vampire danced the feather all over her foot, and then turned to the right and did the same. “Plehehehehese stohp ahahahahahahahaha,” the girl giggled and laughed, trying to thrash in the chair. Dara ignored the pleas, her mouth and jaws open again, absorbing the laughter. Lisa managed to kick her once, breaking the skin of her left foot, letting her blood trickle. Dara’s face twitched with a different kind of hunger, and she bent down, lapping the blood up. “No,” Lisa cried. “You said you couldn’t drink blood, that it tihihickle you!”



    “I said I couldn’t bite, I never said I couldn’t enjoy blood this way,” Dara giggled. She danced the feather, sawed Lisa between her toes, and used her nails on the soles. Anything to make the young woman laugh.  After two hours, she switched tactics, and took a pen out, slowly writing an odd language on the soles.



     Lisa’s face was beat red. Tears plugged her ears as they rolled down her cheeks and into them. She had a hard time breathing, and then to her horror, she noticed something else. The flesh around her bones seemed to melt as she laughed. Her arms were still held in the air by the mystic force, but the meat around them shrank. It was as if she was a balloon and was being deflated. I have to do something, she’ll drive me insane! I have to try and block the sensation somehow. Her mind raced for a moment, pushing the instances of tickle sensation from the forefront. It helped that she was tired, and was huffing now more than laughing. It had nearly been five hours of torture. Her mind thought of her friends, and her family, coming to rest on her dog. She smiled, her dog.



     Dara sensed the change in the girl’s mind, and tickled more fiercely, trying to elicit more laughter. She was nearly complete, it wouldn’t be long now, before she was full, and the girl, her servant… but something had changed. Dara abandoned the feet, and began tickling Lisa’s ribs. The change of tactics awarded her a few more minutes of shocked giggled, but then that odd serene look on the girl’s face again.



     Finally Lisa wasn’t laughing at all. Just staring at the vampire, her arms actually behind her head, as if she was resting and observing Dara. “Don’t you dare mock me,” the evil creature snarled, summoning an army of feathers.



    “You lost your hold over me, and now I’m going home,” Lisa snapped. Her arms swung forward, the energy no longer holding her. She reached down and broke the iron brackets that held her ankles like they were toys.



    “You can’t, unless I will it, or I’m not conscious,” Dara hissed. She surged toward the girl, and blinked as her arms grasped at empty air. “What?” She didn’t have time to think, before she felt Lisa wrap her arms around her waist, and lift her off her feet, tossing her to her back like a doll.



     Lisa was surprised by her surge of strength and speed. She turned and pinned Dara to the ground. For a split second she glanced up at the mirror, hoping she wasn’t a vampire. She was relieved to discover her reflection staring back at her. Then she turned her attention to Dara, and took a massive breath, bringing down her mouth on the vampire’s stomach, and gave a raspberry.



     Dara’s eyes grew wider than ever, and she opened her mouth, this time not to feed, but to let out a shriek of laughter. “God, not my tummy, not there!” she laughed, unable to even hold her laughter. She wiggled and tried to thrash herself, but was now finding herself too weak to do much. Dawn was approaching, and despite feeding for so long, she hadn’t finished the job… she might as well not have feed at all!



     Lisa picked up her head and smiled. “Looks like I’ve found your weak spot,” she teased, and proceeded to prod Dara’s navel with her finger, wiggling it around. “Going to let me leave?” she giggled, the vampire shook her head. Lisa wiggled her fingers all over Dara’s stomach, and marched them up her sides and into her armpits, before going back to her belly. “I won’t stop, you know.”



    “You can nehehehever leave,” Dara laughed. She was much more talented, she had more experience, and it wasn’t the first time someone had tickled her silly. She just hoped that the girl would grow exhausted, or that the night would come and the tide would turn again. Her own forces might come in to save her, but they knew better than to come in, unless ordered.



     Lisa tickled Dara for two hours of her own, keeping her pace with the vampire, as she tried to scoot away from the girl. Lisa watched the sunlight and had an idea. She stopped tickling the vampire, and picked her up by an ankle, dragging the delirious evil woman across the floor, until she and the vampire’s foot was in the sunlight.



    “No…, please not that,” Dara screeched, stripping her throat. She thrashed, and clawed the floor as the sun’s rays bathed her skin in ticklish sensation. “I can’t take it!”



    “Let me go home,” Lisa laughed. Dara continued to shake her head. “You know, this has been fun, but I’m bored now, and I want to go home.” She gripped the vampire by her jacket, and shoved her toward the window, Dara screeching as she tried to keep her entire body from going into the light. Lisa frowned and launched her foot into the vampire’s stomach, doubling Dara over. She grabbed the vampire’s hair, and swung her into the balcony, smirking as the evil woman screamed with laughter, paralyzed by the tickling. “Good bye, Dara.”



    “You will not get away,” the vampire wheezed, forcing herself by will to rise to her feet. She weakly lurched to the girl, and Lisa lowered her shoulder, and shoved the vampire over the balcony. Dara fell in the air, screaming and laughing, and swearing threats at the girl, before turning to dust as she hit the ground.



     Lisa turned from the balcony, trying to decide how best to escape from the building, knowing the guards wouldn’t be happy with the girl who aced their boss. But as she turned, darkness took over, and when it lifted she was in her own bed.



     At first she thought it an odd dream, but upon closer examination, she noticed where her foot had been cut. And she also noticed she still moved at light speed… and that she was very strong. Really, very strong. She didn’t hunger for anything, save for the normal things of what a young Australian girl eats. No blood, no laughter, but there was still her reflection, and there was still her new strength and speed. All she knew was, as much as she loved it when her bandmates pinned and tickled her, she’d look forward to giving them a little surprise, and a bit of revenge maybe.



 


This is just the first of two stories I promised Lisa, aka Girlwithclaws, here on this site. This one was one I came up with myself. The second will be a request she asked me to do, where she’s tickled by that pervy priest, Miroku from Inuyasha.

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Story 1 of 2 i promised Lisa, aka Girlwithclaws


she and Dara my ticklish vampire get into a certain kind of fight, hhehe
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Redrodents's avatar
WOW THATS AN AWSOME STORY XD itwas like a party in my head XD Any ways mabe it the the adrenaline rush from the tickles making her stronger a while ^^