Happy New Year everybody.
Hope ya'll had a great start into 2020 :)
Mine was really good and guess what?
I turned 30 on New Year's Eve. Maaaan, I am old now XD
As for this story I have to say: This is actually a story I would have never written.
I have written this for someone I once called a friend and who betrayed me badly months ago.
I broke up with him, because he was trying to force me into things which I don't like at all; he even tried to manipulate me!
And one of those things were writing tickle stories with female characters getting tickled.
I am not a fan of this at all, but I did it anyways, because I was stupid and this is one of those stories.
He didn't know Supernatural, but asked me if I could write a story with Meg being tickle tortured, because he liked the actress, after telling him about SPN.
Another thing which I don't like: Torture.
Why I still upload this? Because I wanna get it out of my system.
But this is NOT a fetish story at all! It's still kinda playful, for I didn't want to give in to my so called "friend" and write something to which he would jerk off.
He had a tickle fetish and...well...I don't wanna talk about it...
Instead of being grateful that I took my time to write this for him, he was pissy at me for writing the story this way and kept it playful.
Like I said: I am not a fan of torture, female tickling and fetish things!
That was all I could write. And this is also the only SPN related thing I wrote for him.
I remember writing a "torture" story for him from the Legend of Zelda, but I deleted that thing soon after finishing it, because I hated it.
I am glad that I broke up with this sick guy. I now know things about him, that disgust me like no end.
And he was also telling me that ALL of my male tickling stories would be "gay" just because it were two males, tickling each other.
Oh but female tickling was totally awesome for him and he also loved lesbian tickling, but gay males he hated. Sick bastard!
And I never wrote a gay tickling story! My stories are all about brothers or friends, what the hell? -.-
I have no words for this guy!
Like I said: I post this to get it out of my system and to finish this chapter of my life...
Maybe someone might like this.
But if you don't I can totally understand it and you can ignore this chapter then.
And to answer a few comments from the last chapter:
hectatess:
Same here, but sadly I find less and less good tickle stories out there from fandoms which I like.
Which is a shame :(. I only find disgusting sex stories nowadays and that's why I am being less and less active on FF sites :/
I really don't wanna read this stuff...
Luci-lover
Thank you so much :3
I love stories with Michael and Lucifer too. Especially those brotherly moments between these two :D
Must have been wonderful times for both of them before the fall.
Guest 1:
Thank you very much. And here I was worried you guys might become tired of all the angel family stories^^.
Guest 2:
Hahaha yeah, Lucifer will NEVER learn his lesson and keeps pranking his brothers and sisters (and maybe his dad even? XD)
Guest 3:
Haha yeah, I felt a liiiiiiittle bit sorry for Michael in here. He just wants to have his peace and then Lucifer ruins this too XD
Guest 4:
Maybe Lucifer should also watch out, for I could imagine Michael being really playful too and just waits for the right opportunity to tickle him silly whenever he feels like that? :)
Interrogation of a special kind
With all her strength the demon pulled on the shackles that kept her chained to the old bed on which she lay. They were perfectly ordinary handcuffs, which held her.
Normally, a child's play for a demon as she was…
Especially for a demon of her rank!
If only there wasn't this goddamn demon trap above her head...
Sam and Dean knew how they had to do their work to catch a servant of Hell.
Meg gritted her teeth, narrowed her eyes and a menacing, almost not-human-sounding growl emerged from the depths of her throat, as she glared at the two brothers. Then her hateful gaze wandered to the angel in the room, who kept his distance to her, watching her with an emotionless expression on his face.
Without this angel they would've never managed to capture her!
Meg had fought with all her might, had fought against the three of them, until she had lost almost all of her strength and when she wanted to give up and run away, the Angel had muttered something in Enochian, had touched her on her forehead and then the world had turned black before her eyes.
And then she had woken up here...
The sardonic grin she couldn't hide, when she watched Dean and how he rubbed the bloody spot on his right upper arm. There, where her claws had hurt him.
It was long ago that she had used her true form within a fight.
Her human vessel had hitherto been always strong to stand against her enemies.
But Sam, Dean and especially the Angel were other opponents for her.
Opponents who had given her a good fight and it had been the first opponent that had ever forced her to her knees and had defeated her.
How pathetic!
Lucifer would be far from pleased when he should hear from her failure.
If this hadn't already happened.
The punishment of the Lightbringer would certainly be anything but beautiful...
But she didn't want to think about that right now, because she now had other problems to deal with.
"Let me go!" she hissed, her face darkened even more.
Neither Sam nor Dean nor the angel moved or showed any emotion in their faces.
"When I get out of here I'm going to pull your souls to hell! And you...you little angel I'll tear each feather individually from your wings!"
"I wouldn't risk such a big mouth, Meg. You're not in the position for threats!" Dean growled and he came over to her and leaned over her to look her straight in the eyes that had just turned black.
"Did you understand that?!"
"I'm not deaf!"
"How nice of you! Then I am sure you won't have any problems to listen to the questions that I'm going to ask you!" Dean hissed back and with a last scowl he stepped back until he stood next to her.
Again Meg grinned at him and scorn and derision reflected in her eyes.
"Tell me your questions, Dean. They go in one ear and out of the other."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that if I were you!" Sam said, stepping forward.
"Oh no? What then Sam? Do you want to hurt me? Go ahead. You can't be worse than Alastair! From him I learned my craft and you know what? I had fun."
To Meg's amazement the desired reaction didn't come, because instead of throwing shocked glances in her direction, Sam and Dean looked at the demon with a smirk on their faces that Meg thought Lucifer had taken over both their bodies and would now staring at her.
And she didn't like that at all!
"W-why are you looking at me like that?"
She tried to turn onto her side, away from them but thanks to the shackles she couldn't do that and her eyes widened slightly, when Dean sat down beside her and was still staring at her with this wolfish grin on his face.
"What's the matter, Meg? Are you scared of me?"
The demon's eyes narrowed to slits and she growled at the hunter.
"And what do you dream at night, Winchester?"
"Do you really want to know that?"
Now it was Meg's turn to grin at him.
A pathetic attempt to cover up her nervousness…
The two hunters in the room seemed to notice that too, grinned even wider and Dean leaned over her again, put his fingers onto her sides and began to slowly crawl upwards, slowly approaching her armpits.
The demon's eyes turned black again, widened and the smug grin on her face disappeared and a renewed growl left her throat and she writhed against the teasing fingers.
"W-what are you doing? Take me out for dinner first. Then we can see what develops."
Behind Dean, Sam threw his head back and let his laughter run free, which made his brother blush and it was now on him to growl, as he narrowed his own eyes.
"You're so going to regret this comment, Meg, I swear!"
The Demon grinned again; partly from glee and partly from the tickling sensation, which slowly crept its way through her nerves and all the way up into the brain of her human vessel. Muscles began to twitch under Deans fingers, the corners of her mouth twitched upward just a little bit and she clenched her hands into fists, as the fingers stopped in the middle of her armpits.
She wanted to give the Winchester an appropriate response, but she didn't dare to open her mouth. She could already feel how the laughter built up inside her body. It felt like lava, which accumulated in the interior of a seething volcano, ready to break out any second and destroy everything.
Shortly she narrowed her eyes, as Dean curled his fingers in the middle of her armpits. Nails dug gently but effectively into the fabric of her shirt, making her body flinch and her head pressed deeply into the old pillow on which it lay, as she tried to keep her laughter in.
That should surely be a bad joke!
She was a powerful demon and this pitiful human here really dared to use such a banal as well as laughable torture on her?
If Lucifer would see her like that now...
"What's wrong, Meg? Why suddenly so silent? And what's so funny?"
She opened one of her eyes, trying to glare at the Winchester, who still gave her this big grin, which she wanted to wipe off of his face, but she saved her strength and tried not to give in. She wouldn't give Dean, Sam and the angel that success.
No!
Never!
Rather, she would die...
„DESISTERE!"
...Or she would simply throw her head back and laugh like crazy, when Dean has found this small area just below her ribs.
"Holy shit, Meg! Was that Latin?" Dean asked, laughing.
"It was Latin," Castiel said and even his lips curled into a small, barely noticeable smile.
Sam wiped a tear from his own eyes, as he sat down at the foot end of the bed, while watching his brother, as he tortured one of the vilest demons that they had ever met.
With the exception of Crowley of course...
"Since when demons are ticklish?" he wanted to know and the grin on his face was so wide that his cheeks started to hurt.
"Meg is like me linked to a human Vessel, Sam. She feels everything the human body can feel," Castiel tried to explain and even his smile grew wider, when Meg squealed loudly, when the mean fingers moved to her stomach, slipped under her shirt and tickled the bare skin underneath.
Dean turned his head briefly to his best friend and waggled his eyebrows at him.
"Sounds like it would work on you as well, huh?"
The angel's eyes narrowed, but he didn't answer, which made Dean chuckle before he concentrated back on the squealing demon underneath his wiggling fingers.
"Come on, Sam. You miss out on all the fun."
With a small smile on his lips, Sam began to work on the footwear of the demon. His smile turned into a gleeful grin, when Meg started kicking with her legs, as best as she could. She wanted to avoid with all her might that Sam managed to get to her feet, but secretly she knew that this was impossible. She was tied up and the devils trap deprived her of her powers.
Not even a minute later the shoes fell carelessly onto the floor and fingernails pressed themselves into the fabric of her black socks.
And Meg had the feeling that she would crawl out of her human Vessel at any moment!
If only she could...
But no, instead she was trapped there and had to bear it somehow.
"AHHH! N-NO! NOHOHO! S-SAM! N-NOHOHOHOTHUS SAHAHAHAM!"
Sam and Dean turned their heads almost simultaneously to Castiel when they heard him laughing softly.
"What? What did she say?"
The angel grinned at Sam.
"Are you sure you want to know? It was not very nice."
"What out of Meg's mouth is nice?"
"She called you a bastard."
Sam narrowed his eyes and turned his head to Meg and growled like a hungry wolf.
"Really Meg? Is that right? Well, you just asked for it..."
Sam stopped tickling her, got up and was looking for something in the small room, in which they held Meg caught. When he found it, he sat back on the bed and pulled the socks off of her feet.
"Let's see if you still have such a big mouth after this!"
When the two black feathers slowly brushed over her pink soles, a loud scream left the demon's throat that had even Castiel shuddering.
He was sure about one thing: He didn't want to switch placed with her now...
The angel raised an eyebrow when he noticed something.
"Are those my feathers?" he asked and he got the answer in the form of an innocent grin by Sam.
Slowly the feathers brushed gently over the twitching feet, teasing the toes here and there, which made Meg squeak and she would have jumped through the ceiling at this moment, wouldn't she be tied to this goddamn bed. She desperately tried to clench her toes, but Sam held them back with one hand and used his free hand to brush the feather over them.
„N-NO! NO! NO! AHH! S-STOHOHOHO IT! H-HUMANUS SENTINA!"
"I think that we need no translation for that one!" Dean growled and he pressed his fingers under the demon's arms as he spoke. At the same time, Sam let his feather glide through the spaces between the toes of her left foot. Over and over again; until the otherwise sarcastic demon had tears in her eyes.
She laughed and squealed, squirmed and pulled at her bonds, even tried to hold onto the feathers with her toes, but once she did, she felt nimble fingers wiggling over her soles immediately afterwards, that made her scream with ticklish laughter. Especially when blunt nails scratched gently over the soft skin of her soles.
She cursed in a language Sam and Dean couldn't understand, threatened and insulted them in Latin and begged for mercy in the language of the humans, but she couldn't soften none of their hearts. Neither the humans, nor the angel.
The latter had much fun in watching the whole thing. Meg's laughter was contagious and Castiel found himself biting his own lips and at some point he could no longer hold himself back and he had to tease the demon with some tickles as well. He closed his eyes, focused and sent a small part of his heavenly grace into her body.
And Meg's laughter went silent for a few seconds, only to break out of her like a volcanic eruption afterwards. She arched her back so much that Sam and Dean were afraid that she would break her spine any moment, but fortunately this didn't happen.
"Wow, Sam! What the hell are you doing?"
"This isn't me, Dean. I thought that's you?"
The brothers looked at each other questioningly, before they turned their heads to Castiel, who answered them with a shrug and a sneaky grin.
"You wanted to make her talk. I think now she will talk, don't you think so?"
Dean grinned again and he turned his head back to look at Meg's deep red face.
"Cas is right. Well, Meg? Do you feel like answering a few questions of mine now? Or do you want us to go on with the torture? We can do that for hours, you know?"
Meg wanted to growl, hiss, but it was just hysterical laughter that came from her throat.
Sam's nimble fingers under her feet, Dean's hands under her shirt and Castiel's invisible attack were just too much for her to handle. Even for a demon of her rank and before she could prevent it, she nodded her head and shouted with her last bit of strength a loud "O-OKAY! OKAHAHAY! I'LL TALK! I'LL TAHAHALK! J-JUST PLEASE! S-STOHOHOHOP! "
"Wow, was that a "please" coming from Meg's mouth?"
Dean grinned and he pulled his hands away from her body.
"Yes, that was indeed a "please" coming out of her mouth, Sammy."
Sam and Castiel also stopped with their devious "attacks".
It took Meg nearly two full minutes before she was able to speak again.
With a look, darker than the deepest night, she glared at Dean and then at Sam and one last time at Castiel.
"Y-You will... pay...for that..." she gasped, completely finished with the world.
"For sure we will, but before that happens, you answer my questions, like the good girl you are."
She was about to open her mouth to give Dean a proper answer, if there weren't those mean feathers, that brushed quickly and very effectively over her toes as a small warning and she squeaked again, which made the two humans and the angel laugh with much amusement.
And Meg wished that she would sink into the ground at that moment.
Which wouldn't be too bad, because then she wouldn't have to face Lucifer, who would give her literally hell, if he would find out what had happened to her and how weak she had been.
But first she had to get out of here!
And if she would, she would ensure that the Winchesters had nothing to laugh about, once she would be free.
And the angel would also feel her claws on his skin, when she would send him back to his creator...piece by piece!
Nobody could torture a demon of her rank and humiliate her like this, without having to face the consequences!
The last word was not yet spoken...
The End