"Wha-what is that?" the fellow blonde Mage asked slightly frightened by the object at his disposition.
"This, dear, is what we call an angel feather. It is said to have been crafted by holy spirits and one stroke is equivalent to a thousand. It is very efficient in its duty, and I have been searching for this during my entire career. Fortunately, I was able to receive one myself in exchange for my services. These are highly exquisite and rare, there are only a few left in the world." the wizard clarified. "And now, I am going to test it out on you."
Lucy looked like she was going to wet herself. The key-user did not want to be at the receiving end of that plume, no matter what happened. Sadly, the dark hands restraining her ruined any chances of escaping. The only thing she could do is observe as the substance neared closer and closer to her exposed abdomen.
"Tickle tickle tickle my little slave!" the necromancer whispered seductively as the covert made contact with her smooth and toned skin. The torment had only begun, but the captive already broke down. The plumage dusted beneath her solar plexus, moving down the line that led to her belly button. A few seconds passed and the girl exploded with guffaws.
"HAAHA HAWHWH AAAHAHAHAA AHAHAHAHAA HAHOHOHOHEHA AHAHAHAHAAHAHHA OH MY GAWDDHEHEHEAHA AHAHAHAH AHAHAAHHAAHAH IT'S TOO MUCH HEHEA AHAHAHAHAHA GET IT OFF GET IT OFF HEHEAHA AHHAHAAAAAAAA" the gal shifted in her position.
The sensation was undeniably powerful and prompted much more laughter than the previous methods. The device trailed down her lower tummy, brushing on the delicate area of her hip bone. The magic feather affected the sorceress' nerve endings; while it titillated the layer of flesh, it left a dusty entity on her skin that doubled its sensitivity. That was only a sample of what it could do.
The plumule travelled her rib cage, to her curves and finished at the waist section. After the man made sure that every parts of her stomach were afflicted by the tool, he slowly circled the hem of her navel following a specific axe. Lucy was already on the brink of insanity by this point. The feather plunged in the tummy hole, twirling around like a toilet flush. Like her midriff, the broad's crevice was now beset by the weapon's magic and it felt like millions of digits caressed the hypersensitive umbilicus. It was truly unbelievable.
The afflicted experienced a new definition to the words 'Tickle Torture'. Whilst the dark quills tormented her umbilical cord, the torturer used his other free metacarpus to tickle the lass' belly to test out the outcome. He wiggled his fingernails on her ribs like he was playing the piano and judging by the increase of snickering, it looked like he was jamming the right notes. The spell was a success and the female felt three times more jumpy than before. Tracing down her curves, the imprisoner pinched her dainty flanks. That was the last straw seeing as the golden maiden found energy left inside her spirit to shout one last time.
"AHA AHEHEHA HA AHAHAHOEH EAHAHAHAHA AHAAHAHAH STOOOOOP EHEHA AHAHA AHAOHE EHAHAHHAHAHAHAH STOOOOP IT HEEHA AHAHAHAHA WHAT DO YOU WANT? EAAHA AHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAAAA" she managed to state before the young adult embarked silent laughter.
"Like I said, I'm here to entertain you. Are you not entertained?" the magician questioned while he continued his cruel torture. "Perhaps you need even more amusement, is that what you're saying? Then I am most happy to oblige madam!"
After he completed his sentence, Lucy noticed four more dark hands appearing above her physique. They were each holding a white feather of their own and they drew at close quarters to the woman's breadbasket. Unable to speak, the juvenile lady shook her head to signal her disagreement but her gesture was ignored.
The soft fabrics established itself on the grown-up's midsection, grazing over her touchy epidermis. Two gingerly caressed both of her sides respectively while another assaulted her sternum. The last one took her pelvis section, sweeping its extremity dangerously close to her private region. Not to mention, the special plume was still exploiting her bare belly button. To say that it was gruesome would only be an understatement.
The platinum damsel felt five different organisms smiting her tummy and she felt like dying right there and then. Of course, she was unable to fall unconscious to intercept the sentiment because the torturer knew exactly when to stop to prevent such thing to happen. The anguish stopped for a couple of seconds then recommenced unexpectedly.
Lucy's watering eyes began to close themselves. When she thought that this would be the end, the stimulation stopped and the shadowy palms disappeared. The dark feather retracted from the girl's navel and the unknown assailant smooched her bright pink stomach. Said individual was mixed with embarrassment and pleasure. Placing a final kiss on her omphalos, the man stood up and left the room to prepare for other tasks. The blonde Mage was left alone inside the chamber with her bangs covering her teary peepers. Her abdomen shivered from the cold air brushing against her skin.
After what seemed ages, the man returned. What he decided next would change Lucy's destiny forever...
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