Jaci vs Salome 4
#108 of Tik Tik and the Tournament of Pleasure
Jaci's tortures continue, putting Salome at her limit. While the magical girl doesn't see herself winning this match, that's compeltely up to the tested and humiliated knight! Jaci is not going to make it easy for her!
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The Adventures of Tik Tik is a fantasy erotica series about the travels of a kobold wizard named Tik Tik. She seeks out new friends to meet and learn both the secrets of magic and the fun of various ways of having sex.
The Tournament of Pleasure is a story arc in my ongoing The Adventures of Tik Tik series. In this fantasy erotica story line, the gods have decided to test mortals in their skills at sexual powers after Tik Tik opened up the secrets of eroarcana (sexual magic) to the world. Champions from throughout the world and beyond are selected to go head-to-head against each other in a martial and sexual fight, facing each other in public displays of skills until their opponents give up or are unable to continue the contest. Rules are lax and personal glory is on the line. However, it seems there might be more going on behind-the-scenes
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More chains appear, rather than the existing ones shifting their configuration. Salome's arms are re-secured behind her head while her ankles and knees are lifted up to leave her floating. Four individual links aimed themselves in pairs at her nipples, randomly alternating between warm and cold while rubbing against their targeted flesh; a fifth link affixes itself to her clit, tugging and twisting at the connected nub while also shifting temperature. Her feet are bared, depriving her of that last bit of covering. And her sword...
Chain links ensnare her sword handle, positioned to provide rough stimulation without rupturing anything. With two more links holding her lower lips apart, there is next to no resistance the fiend-blooded could offer as the sword resumes the agonizingly slow insertion Jaci began... while leaving the magical girl's hands free...
... to tickle Salome's newly defenseless feet! From toes to heels, Jaci's nimble fingers strike while the attempted overstimulation begins for all to see.
Salome thought that she could withstand any of the torture. No form of pain would be beyond her ability to cope with, and yet, she deals with something that she would never expect. The tortured laughter rises up from her as she fights to pull away from Jaci's ticklish gasp. How can one find enjoyment in such perverse glee? Salome was finding out that Jaci's means of finding pleasure was quite different than Tessra's, and tears well into her eyes while her body is stimulated from all sorts of conflicting yet arousing sensations!
Perhaps, Salome would realize it, but there is a slight method to alter Jaci's varying torments... almost as if the magical girl is teaching the fiend-blooded more about her own body.
Eventually, Salome can focus on some aspects over others. As those cruel fingers lessened their tickling, Salome feels the rhythm with which those links rubbed her nipples. As the links slow, Salome tell that Jaci wasn't tickling the same points on her feet but pinpointing the most sensitive weak spots before moving on. When neither of these are too strong, Salome can "appreciate" how the clitoral link was never pinching, twisting, or tugging so hard as to cause significant pain... merely adding an edge she could focus on.
And... and when none of those three draw her attention, Salome feels the eyes that never left her body, that heightened every slight sensation... including that of the chains that held her flesh... and that of her sword. The pommel sinks into her snatch, awaiting the now-chained handle to follow, never so fast as to rip and tear, but perhaps currently too slow... as if waiting for the knight to submit... to plead for mercy.
None of these observations last long...but she can become aware of herself in a new and unexpected way...
Salome pants through the ordeal, sweat beading upon her brow, her legs wobbling in defiance of her will, but she would not submit to Jaci. She would endure and now knows that she can last. Through that endurance, she lets the moans seep out of her lips, grant the audience further stimulation, and guide Jaci's actions, almost as if to taunt her!
Unspoken communication. The audience sees the two champions battling it out. With Salome starting to retake command from Jaci, the two are in the middle of a teaching/learning situation. Little by little, the more the fiend-blooded adapted, the more the Magical Girl gives her to adjust to.
The real threat here, however, is Salome's own sword. While no knight ever wants to be done in by their own weapon, Jaci's powers of observation guide the pommel and handle deeper inside... until it hilts, as if resheathed (albeit the wrong way).
It doesn't last.
Slowly, slowly, Salome feels every bump, ridge, and inch of her weapon leave her...until the pommel catches her lower lips. At this point, the now-lewd tool re-enters her womanly depths, a little faster this time.
Salome's concentration (and lack thereof) are focused chiefly on her weapon--a tool used to destroy many monsters in the past that is now used to please her in new ways. Such a disgrace and yet such a thrill. Her chorus of lewd sounds fills the arena as she lets the feeling wash over her and yet not let it overtake her--to enjoy the pleasure but to not let it be what drives her. To never, ever lose sight of her goal!
The longer they continue, the less Jaci allows each stimulation to be individually focused on. Salome's nipples suffered the chain links at the same intensity as the three attached to her womanhood. The tickling feels far more erratic. Even the chains that initially ensnared her have begun to vibrate against her nude body.
The sword dildo defies this increase in sensations, slowly increasing its pace instead of swiftly ripping through the fiend-blooded. In, out, in, out... sliding in, filling her, sliding out, making her pussy memorize this shaft despite knowing it wouldn't feel the same if she tried this alone later. Perhaps this would sufficiently prepare her for the rest of the Tournament, perhaps not...but enduring this would undoubtedly better her, one way or another.
Salome falls forward as much as the chains allow, which only increases the sensations of pain and delight that wrack her, but even through all of this, even though the intensity of nonstop sensation, she does not yield. Her crimson eyes watch each and every member of the audience, memorizing the looks upon their faces, recalling each and every lewd comment and cheer.
And she smiles.
One would safely assume that Salome would be stuck in this rig until she forfeited or at least climaxed; instead...
"Consider this payment for services rendered."
Jaci's magical visage suddenly dominates the Knight's view. Her lips are claimed for a heated, fierce, but woefully brief kiss. Not more than a half-second later, Salome finds herself sitting on a solid surface just after her sword clanged on the ground, the chains retreating. The magical girl now stands on the railing outside of immediate striking range.
With Salome's clothes in her arms!