Part 5: Yuffie and the dreaded implement of doom!
A dark figure stepped into the local bar, appropriately named the “Frolicking Jester” and what a sight it was. The place was an old style tavern with a cosy fireplace to one side, a large oaken bar counter at another, and the floor packed with wooden tables, wooden stools with unmentionables stuck underneath, and of course drunk patrons. Those were sober enough to care looked at the figure only to return their gazes to nursing the drinks before them. He stepped forward, his boots thudding against the wooden floor reminiscent of a spaghetti western, and took a seat on a stool in clear sight of the barkeep. His eyes glanced briefly at the jugglers and dancers to one corner of the tavern, and while some people were watching with entertained interest, far too many were drunk to care.
“What can I get ya stranger?” he questioned as he mopped up the beer covered counter with a fresh clean rag.
“I am looking for someone... a girl, she has gone missing since the festival earlier today.” The dark man, Vincent, replied.
The barkeep frowned and poured a shot of whiskey, sliding it towards the man in red who deftly picked it up and downed it in one go. With a mildly irritated sigh, Vincent placed the glass on the counter and gazed around the room.
“She can take care of herself, but it is unusual for her to be caught unaware as she was...” his voiced trailed of as he peered around, not really looking for anything in particular.
“Well stranger, we dun't get much in the way of kidnappin's round 'ere. This 'ere is a good place with good people and none of 'em would do such a thin'.”
Vincent eyed the barkeep once again. “Fine then, you are a barkeep therefore you would hear things. Heard of any other 'strangers' that struck you as suspicious?” Vincent knew this was a long shot, but other than going on a rampage from home to home, there was little he could do at this time.
The pudgy barkeep glanced upwards briefly and wiped the inside of a pint glass with his rag. “Well... now that ya mention it, a really odd fella came by earlier today... and ya may laugh when I say this, but he was dressed like this here tavern's namesake.”
Vincent quirked a brow, “A jester? Bells and everything?”
“Aye,” the barkeep nodded, “Just like that, and he spoke really oddly too, usin' words I ne'er 'eard of before. Thine, and Hither... whate'er those are.”
Now Vincent was really curious and leaned forward closer to the barkeep. “What colours did he wear and what was he after?”
He chuckled, putting down the glass he was cleaning and picking up another. “Oh ya can't miss him, dressin' in his gold and purples. He was askin' 'bout where he could get some materia from around 'ere... of course I told him that the only place would be one of the festival stalls that gave the simple ones away as prizes.”
And that was what Vincent was looking for. Now all he needed to do was look around for anyone who saw this man recently. This could take all night he sighed to himself. He stood up from his stool and tossed the barkeep a few gil. “You have been most helpful.”
“Oh one more thing. It's kinda strange for a stall ta be given away them expensive materia's as prizes... ain't it?”
Vincent's eyes narrowed, and Chaos deep within him just smiled.
Yuffie was groggy and she ached, she ached in a place she never normally ached in. She woke up slowly, wondering offhandedly if she was still asleep because the room at first appeared dark.
“Uh.. geez..,” she grumbled while she tried to sit up, “I can walk you know, no need to knock me out every time you want to take me so.. huh?”
Yuffie stopped suddenly for as she tried to wake up she found herself strapped to a chair not unlike one you would find in a dentist clinic. The once cool but now warm leather pressed itself against Yuffie's nude form, squeaking every so slightly with each wiggle she made. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the dark but she still couldn't make out much detail regarding the contents of the room. She could have sworn she saw some gleaming objects meaning there was a bit of light coming from -somewhere-. Then her head snapped to her front left having sworn she heard someone's breathing.
“I'm not deaf you know, I can hear you breathing heavily as you oogle me pervertedly,” she cried out hopping to get the man riled up. She couldn't get out of this one physically so she hopped to at least get some sort of psychological victory over the voyeur.
She heard the sounds of creaking wood and then foot steps that circled the room, every couple of seconds a candle lighting up and illuminating the room. The man chuckled. “My apologies Yuffie, I could not help but stare at you considering your current state.”
Now that Yuffie could -see- herself she realised just what a pickle she really was in. Sitting in a dentist chair like object, her legs with strapped down with thick leather buckles and spread apart exposing her completely. Oddly enough she realised that there was nothing supporting her rear and she was right. Where the 'seat' would normally be was nothing, her small behind completely exposed and unprotected. A blush creped up Yuffie's cheeks as the realisation of that fact was very very embarrassing Her back was supported by the rest of the chair and her arms were strapped down as well, pointing away from her horizontally at an angle of about 50 degrees. She struggled and tried to break free briefly before realising something.
“Let.. me.. go!” she struggled and wriggled within the confines of her bonds, “LET ME G.. hey wait a sec.. how could you see me in the complete dark and why don't you talk all thiney and thouey like the others?”
Once again the man chuckled and stepped up towards the young ninja, finally revealing his features to the confined girl. Messy short brown hair, the sort of thing you would expect from someone who spends a lot of time outdoors maybe, or maybe just has bed hair. Yuffie chuckled mentally at that thought then eyed the brown eyed and young looking man cautiously as his right hand started tracing up her left leg towards her thigh.
“Hmmm well, “ he started in a much more common accent, “While I am of the same allegiance as my brothers, I did not have the same upbringing. Much like you yes? Heir to Wutai yet so very much a tomboy in word and action... do you even know what a dress is?” he smirked.
“Huh? Ofcourse I know what a dress is.. hey wait what does that have to do with anything?” she struggled once again as her face reddened from the effort, “It's not fair to know about your captive while the captive knows nothing about you... go on spill some beans!”
The man sighed as his hand stopped short of Yuffie's most intimate place, eliciting a gasp from the helpless girl. She was shaking her head when he pulled his hand away and looked her straight in the eyes. “Fear not Yuffie, unlike the others I do not plan on forcing myself upon you in that way. Though... I must say that I am quite disheartened that you still do not know who we are though I am positive you will realise it in time. His hand traced down her thigh, caressing her smooth young supple skin, Yuffie shivered and the minute hairs on her body stood on end as he stepped away.
Yuffie's eyes never left the man before her as he approached a table that was just out of candle light. “What are you going to do to me -this- time? I don't have any cavities and my appendix is a healthy as I am!” she prattled on, a sign of nervousness but she was refusing to beg whatsoever.
“Well little Yuffie,” the man placed a robust leather bound suitcase on a table in clear view of her. “Like I said, I have no intention on taking you in the manner my previous friend dealt with you.. I prefer a much more.. hands on approach.”
Yuffie's face paled as the man clicked the briefcase open. 'OH my god!' she thought in near panic, “He's going to torture me! VINCENT you brooding dark vampire wannabe where are you you jerk!?”
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BANG BANG BANG went the front door to the room in an inn called The Dancing Dolphin, and the stall keeper which had materia as a prize got up lethargically from his bed.
“Ya ya ya hold yer horses... it's the middle of the night!” he opened the door to suddenly find a large, ominous, Death Penalty nozzle somehow embeded right in his mouth.
“BLAH!? BLOH BLY BLOHD!” The man squealed in a mixture of fear, shock and a general sense of 'what the heck?'
Vincent, his red cloak waving slightly behind as the winds picked up slightly, eyed the man squarely with a gaze enough to make the terrified stall keep wet himself.
“You knew...” his voice was cold and dangerous, the sort of voice you would expect from a denizen of the hells, “You set her up.”
“Bl-bl-blah? Blah blorry!”
Vincent realising this was getting nowhere, pulled his gun out of the man's mouth and lifted him up firmly by the collar and stepped into the room. “You set Yuffie up. Where is the jester?” Vincent asked once again, his eyes glowing an unearthly red that sent shivers down the stall keep's spine.
“Wh-wh-what jester?” he blubbered in response, not the answer that Vincent wanted to hear.
Vincent cocked his Death Penalty eliciting another squeal from the man. “Wait wait wait THAT jester? Oh r-r-right I remember now!”
Vincent's eyes narrowed as the man spoke, “Then where is he?”
“I don't know,” and then Vincent wasted no time in pointing the gun to the man's forehead which of course brought the memories flooding back to the stall keep's head, “alright alright! He-he didn't say where he was going, but but he really smelled of burnt wood, of a fire! I bet he was camping that's right camping honest don't kill me please please!”
The man clenched his eyes tightly awaiting his doom which did not come. He opened them again to find himself no longer held by the collar, and alone in his room. Twiddling his fingers he looked behind him, to the sides, outside, then closed the door and shakily approached a bedside stand. Pulling out the top drawer he lifted out a half full bottle of whiskey, needless to say that night it was no longer half full.
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Yuffie stared in fear, though she tried not to show it, at the briefcase before her next disciplinarian. She heard the clanking of metal upon metal which only made her more nervous. She struggled one again, pulling and twisting against her restraints but to no avail.
“Ah, here it is,” and with a terrible grin he pulled out the device that would spell doom for Yuffie.
Yuffie stared at the object in his hands and if she could sweat drop, she would have done so there and then. It just wasn't appropriate and she knew it, but she couldn't help giggle lightly at the ridiculousness of the situation. “A feather?” she asked cautiously.
Still with that grin on his face the man nodded. “Yes, a feather. The first of the implements of what I call Death by Laughter!”
Yuffie couldn't believe it. Who ever these people were they were oddly and disturbingly inventive. Her eyes never left the feather as the man approached her, twirling the tool of her 'demise' between two fingers. She let out a small gasp then a little giggle as the feather tip twirled around the center of her left foot.
“Oh geez... noo” she giggled once again, a really girly laugh and her toes curled as the dreader feather ran up and down the sole of her left foot.
Then he moved to the right with the same turning, twirly circles on the center of her foot causing her to giggle, squeal, buck and squirm.
“Stop stoooooop” Yuffie cried while her nude form wriggled and bucked on the chair.
The man smiled and gave the girl a break by tracing the feather tip along her inner thighs, getting awfully close to her nude sex before moving teasingly around it and causing Yuffie to let out a funny sounding irritated laugh.
“Seems that the Great Ninja Yuffie is ticklish,” he smirked bringing the feather tip up the toned slim stretch of belly up to her small heaving breasts.
Yuffie, regaining some composure, glanced at the man briefly before her eyes set once again on the feather. “W-what gave you that idea?” she quipped, finding it absolutely necessary to get the last word in.
Chuckling, the man brought the feather tip round and round towards the nipple of Yuffie's right breast, causing said nipple to stiffen wonderfully. Yuffie with all her might could not hold back the moan that escaped her lips as her head rolled back , eyes staring into the darkness. The feather twirled and flicked the beige stiff nipple set upon a small perfect mound.
“Ahhh.. geeez..” Yuffie moaned, her hips starting to gyrate slowly with a mind of their own.
Her torturer saw this and with a pleased grin, brought the feather tip towards the other nipple, circling over the second perfect little mound, closer and closer to it's target. A brief rest from the tortures and Yuffie moaned once again as the feather did it's work. Her chest heaved up and down, her lovely breasts wobbling slightly with each descent. Ticklish and arousing, small tears formed in her eyes from these mixed emotions and little giggles escaped her lips.
“Hmmm, not so bad is it, one could even say you were -enjoying- this,” he remarked much to the embarrassment of the girl restrained beneath him.
Yuffie's cheeks already red from laughter reddened further from embarrassment It was true, she was enjoying it though she hated that she was being treated in such a way by a complete stranger. Suddenly she felt an oddly familiar feeling and let out a squeal of surprise. Her eyes shot towards her feet to see the man twirling the feather around her now moistening sex. In a last ditch effort she bucked and squirmed as hard as she could, managing to shake the chair and move it slightly to the right, but this was nowhere near enough to accomplish anything and she was already tired. Hating herself for it but accepting defeat her head fell back onto the headrest with a groan and a sob that was a mixture of laughter, frustration and arousal.
“Hmmm wet I see, naughty girl,” he murmured softly as the feather twirled around and over her smooth labia lips, causing the girl's body to shiver and shudder uncontrollably.
“Noo.. no-not,” her sentence broke with a moan and giggle, “not th-there!” she pleaded with futility as the man did just the opposite.
The feather, once teasing her labia and the little valley in-between now twirled around her stiff clit, the feather tip brought sparks of electric pleasure to her restrained body. Her breathing became heavier and the moans escaping her lips became louder as the feather tip circled around her little nub before moving over it back and forth eliciting even more enthusiastic moans from the little captive ninja. Her slim hips bucked and gyrated but were unable to escape the terrible yet wonderful feather on her clit. He could smell her arousal clearly and knew the girl was past the point of no return. He was right for Yuffie ceased her pleading and begging for him to stop and was just lost in the moment of pleasure. As the feather's flicking motion sped up faster and faster, so did Yuffie's wriggles and bucks.
Her moans of pleasure became pleading and desperate ones as the minutes trailed on and on. The feather that once brought her pleasure was once again almost torturing her for her body was on the brink for almost 10 minutes now. Her slim fit body was glistening in sweat and the candle light bounced off her shiny toned teenage muscles. For 10 whole minutes her clit was stimulated by what she was convinced was the feather of doom. For all her sweet wriggling, gyrating and moaning she just could not come for the man would not let her. Each time she would come so wonderfully close, the feather would slow down just enough that while tickled and pleasured at the same time, it would not be enough for her to cum. After a total of 15 minutes, Yuffie was pleading for the man to stop.
“Please, please stop! I c-can't take,” she gasped sharply as another orgasm was denied to her. She didn't even realise what she was saying for all her words came straight from her mouth, unrestricted and completely at the mercy of her orgasm denied body, “I c-can't take this! Please!”
The man was most thoroughly amused. For 15 minutes the girl was denied orgasm after orgasm, in fact he had lost count because this girl was far to lovely to tease. He would not admit it but his plan had changed from a session of pure tickling to this much more entertaining game. He was fascinated by this girl who was clearly a warrior. She had the muscles of an athletic teenage girl, she had the reflexes and flexibility of one too and having seen her in the past he knew she was a skilled ninja and combatant. There was something about seeing this girl in such a submissive and pleading state which melted his heart. He would deny her no longer.
Yuffie cried out in absolute bliss as her time after time denied orgasm finally came. Her hips shot upwards and her body stiffened, her body shuddered as her love juices flowed from her sex. Her orgasm was powerful and the strongest she had had thus far. Her loud moan became soft sweet whimpers as her body collapsed back onto the chair, exhausted but utterly satisfied. The man brought the feather to his nostrils and breathed in her gorgeous scent of arousal.
He envied the man she travelled with, Vincent, he envied him so very much.
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