The Temple of Calai

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(css: "font-size:150%")[Chapter I] You pick your way through the brush, thorns tugging at your clothes with each step. There's no path here, just dense foliage under a dark green canopy. Tucked between Mount Syric and the Gorell River, this forest is blessed by Calai. Legend holds that the berries in this area are the most delicious in the world. You hope the legends are true, because this is the most difficult berry-picking trip you've ever attempted. Your cousin Jazbe walks close behind you, chattering incessantly. Perhaps under Calai's influence, she's currently prattling on about all the eligible marriage partners in the lands around your families' estates—which ones find her pretty, which ones she thinks are handsome, and which ones her parents think are the best match. You two have always been close, but you're really beginning to wish she'd change the subject. You know the people she's describing, at least as well as she does. There isn't anybody near the village you haven't known all your life. Maybe that's why you find every one of them impossibly dull. The Princess of Love is the most mysterious and secretive of all the Goddesses; nobody can explain her whims. So for now, you're just faithfully optimistic that someone will come along. Besides, once you have a family, adventures like this morning's trek into the forest will be impossible. Better to relish your freedom while you still have it. Lost in thought, you barely notice when Jazbe [[calls your name ...]]

(set: $name to (prompt:"What is your name?","Kira")) "$name!" You snap out of your stupor and your eyes follow in the direction she's pointing. Through the tangle of brush, you can just make out what looks like a clearing near the river. And within that clearing, you see a flash of color! The two of you cross the distance at a run, happy to have finally found the elusive berries. You emerge from the trees, and are surrounded by plump little fruits in red, blue, and purple. They seem to glisten as the sun heats off the last of the morning dew. Jazbe plucks a blue one, and quickly pops it into her mouth. "Oh, it's so good!" she gushes. You eat one as well; the flavor is sweet and bright, and your mouth tingles a little as the juice flows under your tongue. The two of you begin gathering the berries into your baskets, stopping now and then to pop another in your mouth. The morning sun seems to warm your whole body. The only sounds are the rustle of berry bushes and the trickle of water from the Gorell nearby. A feeling of peace settles over you, and you can't help but smile. Eventually, Jazbe breaks the silence. "That grin—you're thinking about someone you like, aren't you?" she teases. "You've got a crush, I can tell." You shake your head, but don't stop smiling. Seems like she can't think of anything but romance lately. Still, maybe you should [[humor her]] a little.

At first all you can hear is the river. After a moment, though, you catch what spooked Jazbe: voices. They're distant, but they seem to be getting steadily closer. "I think I have enough berries!" Jazbe hisses, hastily grabbing her half-full basket and jumping to her feet. You try to stop her, but before you can react, she disappears back into the forest, headed back the way you came. Admittedly, you're not supposed to be here. These berries, like everything in the area, are sacred to The Princess of Love and property of the Temple. But the Wings of Calai are a pacifistic order; you've never heard of anyone being attacked or punished by Her worshipers. Besides, the voices are coming from the river, not the Temple. They're close now, and seem to be shouting, but you still can't make out what they're saying. Jazbe can probably make it back on her own, but maybe you should [[follow her]] anyway ... Then again, your curiosity is piqued. Should you [[investigate]] these voices?

You gather your basket and run after Jazbe. When you catch up, she seems relieved to see you. Before long, you've both travelled far enough that the voices are a distant memory ... //Seriously? You're just going to play it safe and avoid danger? Nobody ever had an adventure that way! Maybe you should [[try again->You stop to listen ...]] ...//

Leaving your basket on the ground, you sneak toward the edge of the clearing. As you near the river, the berry bushes give way to tall, leafy ferns. You press forward slowly, careful not to make too much noise. You come to a small ledge, at the bottom of which lies the sandy bank of the Gorell. Beyond, in the river itself, you see three young (if: $orient <5)[women.](else:)[men.] They seem to be standing and having a loud conversation in shoulder-deep water. They're not far away, but the leaves keep you hidden. Their discussion seems animated, but it's hard to tell whether they're angry, or just excited about something. They're speaking Potemaec, a language you recognize from hearing it in the market. Though you can hear them clearly, they speak quickly, and you can't understand more than the occasional word. As you're trying to glean something of their conversation, one (if: $orient <5)[woman](else:)[man] tries to grab another. They splash about for a bit, with the third cheering them on, until the attacked one manages to slip free and swim away—straight toward your hiding place. You flinch; part of you wants to run away, or at least retreat to a safer vantage point. But something about the scene transfixes you, and you're unable to move from the spot. The (if: $orient <5)[woman](else:)[man] reaches the bank, breathing heavily from the effort of (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] escape. (if: $orient <5)[She](else:)[He] climbs out of the water, and you're struck by the [[form before you...]]

The (if: $orient <5)[woman](else:)[man] is young and very fit, with curly golden hair, and a polished bronze complexion that glistens as the sun hits (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] wet skin. You can't recall when you've seen a person more naturally stunning; everything about (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[him] appears perfectly formed, like a sculpture of a (if: $orient <5)[goddess](else:)[god]. As (if: $orient <5)[she](else:)[he] rises to (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] feet, you realize (if: $orient <5)[she's](else:)[he's] also completely naked. With no hint of shame, (if: $orient <5)[she](else:)[he] scampers up the beach, body exposed to the warm midday air. (if: $orient is <5)[She](else:)[He] turns back toward the others to laugh triumphantly, and you find yourself staring at (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] firm, round ass. You feel a stirring in your stomach, and a feeling of warmth passes over you. You're too engrossed to pay it any mind, though. The two other (if: $orient <5)[women](else:)[men] follow the first onto the shore. They advance on (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[him] slowly, smiling even as they prepare what appears to be an attack. (if: $orient <5)[One pursuer is quite tall, with a thin frame and long black hair. The other is shorter and much curvier, with large breasts and wide hips.](else:)[One persuer is quite tall, with a thick black beard and equally dense chest hair. The other is shorter, with a stout frame and a shaved head.] Both are naked as well, and smiling with an air of determined mischief. The first (if: $orient <5)[woman](else:)[man] says something and holds up (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] hands in defense. (if: $orient <5)[She](else:)[He] is trying to calm the others, but (if: $orient <5)[she's](else:)[he's] barely able to suppress (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] laughter. (if: $orient <5)[She](else:)[He] slowly backs closer to the cliff wall, rapidly losing any possibility of escape. Without another word, (if: $orient <5)[ [[they lunge!->"fff"]] ](else:)[ [[they lunge!->"mmm"]] ]

The three women fall to the ground wrestling and laughing. The blond one is no match for her foes' combined strength; she soon finds herself pinned facedown in the sand. You watch from the shadows, fascinated, hand over your mouth so not even your breathing can alert them to your presence. The tall woman lies across the blonde's shoulders, legs wrapped around one arm and both hands grasping the other. The blonde's legs are held fast under the weight of the curvy woman. The raven-haired one shouts a question, in a voice that sounds rather haughty and easily offended. In reply, the blonde gives a cry of defiance, though it comes out strained by the weight of her attackers. No sooner has she shouted, than ten short fingernails begin scrabbling across her bare feet. She howls and redoubles her efforts to escape, but she makes no progress. The tickling seems to sap her strength, and the two women are easily able to rein in her struggles. The sight fills you with a wholly unexpected feeling; the growing warmth in your stomach seems to radiate throughout your body. For some reason you can't begin to explain, some deep part of you very much enjoys watching this woman squirm. The curvy woman is relentless and comprehensive. She digs in under the blonde's long toes, scratches at her heels, and traces lightning-quick patterns into her arches. The blonde offers more words of protest, but her friends are enjoying her torment far too much to relent. Your hands, moving almost of their own accord, find their way under your tunic and between your legs. Though you knew what you would find, some part of you is still surprised to discover ... (link: "This is making me wet ...")[(set: $sex to "v")(go-to: "continued attack")] (link: "This is making me hard ...")[(set: $sex to "p")(go-to: "continued attack")]

The three men fall to the ground wrestling and laughing. The blond one is no match for his foes' combined strength; he soon finds himself pinned facedown in the sand. You watch from the shadows, fascinated, hand over your mouth so not even your breathing can alert them to your presence. The tall man lies across the blonde's shoulders, legs wrapped around one arm and both hands grasping the other. The blonde's legs are held fast under the weight of the bald man. The bearded one shouts a question, in a voice that sounds rather haughty and easily offended. In reply, the blonde gives a cry of defiance, though it comes out strained by the weight of his attackers. No sooner has he shouted, than ten thick fingers begin scrabbling across his bare feet. He howls and redoubles his efforts to escape, but he makes no progress. The tickling seems to sap his strength, and the two men are easily able to rein in his struggles. The sight fills you with a wholly unexpected feeling; the growing warmth in your stomach seems to radiate throughout your body. For some reason you can't begin to explain, some deep part of you very much enjoys watching this man squirm. The bald man is relentless and comprehensive. He digs in under the blonde's long toes, scratches at his heels, and traces lightning-quick patterns into his arches. The blonde offers more words of protest, but his friends are enjoying his torment far too much to relent. Your hands, moving almost of their own accord, find their way under your tunic and between your legs. Though you knew what you would find, still some part of you is surprised to discover ... (link: "This is making me wet ...")[(set: $sex to "v")(go-to: "continued attack")] (link: "This is making me hard ...")[(set: $sex to "p")(go-to: "continued attack")]

You touch yourself, and feel a delicious shiver as you imagine those fingers tracing across your desperately ticklish feet. Likewise, you envision yourself among the attackers, dragging your nails across the (if: $orient <5)[woman's](else:)[man's] obviously sensitive skin. Your stomach quivers, and your breathing grows quicker. The blonde is obviously begging now, desperation overcoming (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] earlier defiance. The (if: $orient <5)[curvy](else:)[bald] one shouts something back in a mocking tone. You wonder with perverse glee what they would do if you nonchalantly emerged from your hiding spot and offered to help. Perhaps the (if: $orient <5)[curvy](else:)[bald] one would peel back the blonde's toes, so your nails could glide smoothly over (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] taut arches. The thought is intensely seductive. Having tickled most of the fight and breath out of their captive, the attackers give (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[him] a moment's respite—only to roll (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[him] onto (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] back and adjust their positions. The tall one, having pinned the blonde's arms with (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] long legs, is free to tease (if: $orient <5)[her armpits, ribs, and breasts](else:)[his armpits, ribs, and stomach]. From the gasping laughter that erupts, (if: $orient <5)[she](else:)[he] is just as ticklish there as on (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] feet. The other attacker continues to play with (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] toes, but takes opportunities to squeeze (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] knees, thighs, and hips as well. No longer able to form words, the helpless (if: $orient <5)[woman](else:)[man] can only laugh and buck beneath them. Tears well in (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] eyes, and (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] face twists into an agonized smile. Despite this, (if: $orient <5)[her nipples have stiffened, and soft moans keep escaping between her squeals.](else:)[his manhood has stiffened. You can't help but study it as it trembles in the air.] You're no longer able to control yourself; the sensations are too powerful for you to hold still. But what is it you really want? The urge to tickle the captive blonde is overwhelming. [[You call out to them]], gambling on the chance they'll hold (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[him] still for you. The thought of being pinned and tickled like that turns you on like nothing else. [[You try to get closer->You try to sneak closer.]], hoping you can entice them into turning their attention on you. This scene is too good as it is; better not to disturb them. [[You masturbate and keep watching.]]

(set: $ds to 7) You stand, poking your head out from behind the fern leaves, and let out a tentative, "Hello?" All three stop and look in your direction. There's a moment of awkward silence, as none of you know what to do next. The blonde (if: $orient <5)[woman](else:)[man] in particular looks embarassed to be caught in this position, though you notice (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] friends aren't letting (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[him] up. Eventually, a sly grin creeps across the tall one's face, and (if: $orient <5)[she](else:)[he] beckons you forward. When you don't respond right away, (if: $orient <5)[she](else:)[he] gestures toward (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] compatriots, then waves you on again. The (if: $orient <5)[curvy woman](else:)[bald man] is smiling too; they seem to find the idea of you joining them very amusing. You carefully find a safe path down the side of the cliff, and soon find yourself kneeling at the helpless blonde's side. Wet sand sticks to (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] sun-kissed skin. (if: $orient <5)[She's](else:)[He's] still breathing hard from the earlier tickling, but there's an odd smile on (if: $orient <5)[her beautiful](else:)[his handsome] face. Your eyes are drawn downward by the steady rise and fall of (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] stomach, and that ticklish skin looks irresistable. Your hand reaches out, hovering over (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] navel for a moment, then moving lower. (if: $orient <5)[She](else:)[He] twists (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] hips, but (if: $orient <5)[she](else:)[he] can't get far with (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] friends still holding (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[him] down. Your fingers find a spot on (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] pelvis, just above the matted tuft of golden hair, and start prodding and squeezing experimentally. (if: $orient <5)[She](else:)[He] gasps and grits (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] teeth, but can only hold out for a moment before helpless giggles spill out. (if: $orient <5)[Her](else:)[His] captors laugh as well, apparently delighted by your technique. They go back to tickling (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] underarms and feet, respectively, and soon (if: $orient <5)[she's](else:)[he's] howling with laughter. (if: $orient <5)[Her](else:)[His] bucking hips mesmerize you; the sound of (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] panicked hilarity is like a powerful drug you never knew you needed. You're so focused—and so turned on—that you don't even hear the stern voice that causes the three (if: $orient <5)[women](else:)[men] to stop. Only when the blonde, now free, quickly scampers out of your reach do you realize that the four of you have been interrupted. You turn, confused, to find a [[Wing of Calai]] looming over you.

(set: $ds to 3) From the ledge, you can see flecks of sand sticking to their wet skin; the blonde especially is nearly coated in it, though (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] friends have brushed much of it off as they explore (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] body with their fingers. You lean in closer, inching forward, not even breathing, drawn by some unseen force. With a confidence you didn't know you possessed, you calmly emerge from your hiding place, stroll nonchalantly over to them, and stretch yourself out on the sand, offering up your body for their exploration. At least, that's what you mean to do. As you begin to step forward, the soft soil under your sandal gives way, and you find yourself tumbling down to the beach. You let out an undignified yelp and hit the sand face down, with a thud that momentarily takes your breath away. Fortunately, the fall wasn't far, and the only thing that hurts is your pride. Just as you begin to pick yourself up, a weight lands on your back, forcing you to the ground again. (if: $orient <5)[The curvy woman](else:)[The stout man] sits on your shoulderblades, muttering something that sounds like an accusation, or perhaps a threat. A moment later, you feel your legs trapped as well. Frightened, you try to wriggle free, but they hold you too tightly, and (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] tone seems to get angrier. A shadow falls across your face, and you turn your neck to see the blonde, cheek propped up on (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] hand, studying your expression. (if: $orient <5)[She](else:)[He] says something in Potemaec, but you can only stare back in fear and confusion. (if: $orient <5)[Her](else:)[His] eyes widen slightly, and a mischevious grin creeps across (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] face. Then (if: $orient <5)[she](else:)[he] gets up. You hear (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[him] bark something to (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] friends. They begin to laugh, and adjust their postions—but they don't let you go. You feel hands pulling your ankles in opposite directions, and weights settling on your calves. It must be the tall one and the blonde; they've spread your legs out wide and pinned them like that. A chill runs through you. You have no idea what they're going to do, and no way to protect yourself. You should be terrified, but instead, you're overwhelmed with the odd sense that [[you're going to enjoy it]].

(set: $ds to 5) You lift the hem of your tunic and stuff a wad of material into your mouth. Your body shakes in parallel with (if: $orient <5)[the woman's](else:)[the man's] as you urgently stroke your (if: $sex is "v")[folds](else:)[shaft]. Waves of pleasure crash through you as the stranger's torment continues below. The torturers slow their attack, keeping (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[him] pinned, but allowing (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[him] to breathe. (if: $orient <5)[Her](else:)[His] body now merely writhes under their hands, rather than leaping at every touch. After a minute, the tall (if: $orient <5)[woman](else:)[man] gives (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] ticklish friend a gentle pat on the head, and stands. The attackers lift (if: $orient <5)[her to her](else:)[him to his] feet, voices gentle and teasing as the three of them walk, victim's legs wobbly, back into the water. Your mind continues to wander, however. You squeeze your eyes shut and picture the (if: $orient <5)[woman](else:)[man] staked out like a tent on the beach while you tease (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[him], mercilessly tickling (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] thighs while you swirl your tongue around (if: $orient <5)[her clit](else:)[the head of his cock]. Maybe then you'd sit on (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] (if: $sex is "v")[face](else:)[chest] and make (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[him] (if: $sex is "v")[lick](else:)[blow] you, while your fingers explored under (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] arms. Then again, you also love the idea of (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[him] enacting a slow, deliberate, and torturous revenge. Fingers crawling across your naked skin, making you shudder and squirm, (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] hands and mouth teasing you until your need is unbearable. Your legs tremble under you as you draw closer to climax. You're so lost in the fantasies that you don't hear the rustle of leaves as [[someone approaches from behind.]]

A strong hand covers your mouth, and another yanks your own hand away from your (if: $sex is "v")[sex](else:)[dick]. You whirl around, shocked and humiliated, and find yourself face to face with a very stern-looking Wing of Calai. You cover yourself hurredly and open your mouth to offer an explanation, but can't form one. The (if: $orient >5)[man](else:)[woman] studies you intently, apparently neither shocked nor amused by your behavior. Rather, (if: $orient >5)[he](else:)[she] seems intrigued. (if: $orient >5)[His](else:)[Her] skin, eyes, and thickly-coiled hair are all the same color of rich dark brown. (if: $orient >5)[His](else:)[Her] limbs are long and very thin, and (if: $orient >5)[his](else:)[her] features are sharp and angular. The thick red robes of the Temple hang loosely off (if: $orient >5)[his](else:)[her] slender frame. "The show is over, young one. Hiding in the bushes to spy, losing control the way you have—these things are not at all becoming." It dawns on you that (if: $orient >5)[he](else:)[she] saw everything, and the thought makes you wish you could shrink away into nothing. (if: $orient >5)[He](else:)[She] eyes you up and down, the barest hint of a smile at the corners of (if: $orient >5)[his](else:)[her] lips. [["You need to come with me."]]

(if: $orient >5)[(set: $mname to "Taro")](else:)[(set: $mname to "Tora")] You sheepishly follow the Wing of Calai back into the berry clearing. (if: $orient >5)[He](else:)[She] leads you back to the spot where you'd left your basket, and picks up a small satchel (if: $orient >5)[he](else:)[she] must have left beside it. "What is your name?" (if: $orient >5)[he](else:)[she] asks. Looking down at your basket, you ask whether you're in trouble. "Some may call it so." (if: $orient >5)[He](else:)[She] opens the satchel and pulls out a length of rope. "If my suspicion is correct, you will think differently. Now, please. Your name." When you tell (if: $orient >5)[him, he](else:)[her, she] nods and finally gives you a full smile. "Believe it or not, $name, I am very pleased to meet you. My name is $mname." $mname gestures for you to follow, so you again fall in behind as (if: $orient >5)[he](else:)[she] leads you deeper into the forest. You quickly realize you're headed in the direction of the Great Temple. You don't get far, however, before (if: $orient >5)[he](else:)[she] stops beside a particularly large tree. One thick branch juts out parallel to the ground, at a height you could nearly reach if you stood on tiptoe. With another wave of (if: $orient >5)[his hand, he](else:)[her hand, she] indicates that you should stand under it. "Remove your clothing," (if: $orient >5)[he](else:)[she] orders. Something in the tone of voice suggests that it would be very unwise to disobey. And something of your earlier excitment still makes disrobing seem like not such a bad idea, despite your shyness. (link: "You take off your clothes.")[ You loosen your belt and slip off your sandals, then pull off your tunic and lay it neatly beside your other things. You're thankful today has been warm, and that the forest floor beneath your bare feet is soft. $mname coils (if: $orient >5)[his](else:)[her] rope around your wrists, cinching them together with a binding that appears complex to you, but (if: $orient >5)[he](else:)[she] executes with praticed ease. (if: $orient >5)[He](else:)[She] tosses the loose end of the rope over the overhead branch, catching it as it falls back on the other side. With this, (if: $orient >5)[he](else:)[she] tugs your arms upward until you're fully stretched. "Do not think of this as punishment," (if: $orient >5)[he](else:)[she] says. "Instead, think of it as a test. I believe you are a very special person, $name. Now I need to find out. So please tell me: do you like tickling? Does it [[turn you on]]?"]

You feel a finger slip into your left sandal, and gently scratch at the underside of your toes. Your body tenses, and you try to jerk the foot away from its captor, but the (if: $orient <5)[women](else:)[men] hold you tight. They respond with more chuckles, and the finger continues its dance inside your shoe. The feeling is indescribable. You haven't been tickled like this since you were a child, and you were certainly ticklish then, but you don't remember it being so ... //intense//. Something inside you wants to hold still and surrender to it, but your body won't let you. You kick and fight, legs flailing without any input from you. Even this little touch is more than you can handle. You feel fingers—not just one, but many of them—fall onto the back of your right knee, and begin walking spider-like up your leg. You let out a sound, half whimper, half moan, and the (if: $orient <5)[women](else:)[men] laugh in reply. The (if: $orient <5)[curvy](else:)[bald] one tousles your hair, then strokes the side of your neck in a way that makes your whole spine curl. The fingers on your right leg keep travelling up, pushing the hem of your tunic higher as they go, making your hamstring quiver and shake. Your mind reels at the combined sensations, unable to process it all. Two fingers are attacking your right foot from each side, wriggling under your arch as your foot flexes wildly. A finger traces the shape of your earlobe and ... actually, that feels wonderful. You hear yourself pleading for them to stop, but you feel strangely glad they can't understand you. Most of all, you're incredibly turned on. Even as you shriek and giggle, moans start coming out with increasing frequency. The fingers climb up the back of your thigh, and you lift your hips, praying they'll see this for the invitation it is. You want them to stroke you, tease your (if: $sex is "p")[balls](else:)[clit] until you scream, and grant you the release you want so desperately. Instead, they stop. The weights on your body shift away, and like waking from a dream, you groggily roll onto your back and blinkingly look up toward the sun to see a [[Wing of Calai]] looming over you.

The (if: $orient >5)[man](else:)[woman] standing over you doesn't look angry, or even amused, but merely curious. (if: $orient >5)[His](else:)[Her] skin, eyes, and thickly-coiled hair are all the same rich shade of dark brown, and (if: $orient >5)[his](else:)[her] limbs are long and thin. The heavy red robes of the Temple hang loosely off (if: $orient >5)[his](else:)[her] frame as (if: $orient >5)[he](else:)[she] lifts you roughly to your feet, with much more strength than you'd expect from such a slender person. (if: $orient >5)[He](else:)[She] says something in Potemaec to the three (if: $orient <5)[women](else:)[men]. They nod politely, smile at you one last time, and make their way back to the river. "(if: $ds <5)[Very bold of you to approach them like that. They could have treated you very badly, had they so wished.](else:)[Terribly foolish of you to try and offer yourself up to them like that. Fortunate for you they were in a playful mood, or you might have found yourself in a bad circumstance.]" It dawns on you that (if: $orient >5)[he](else:)[she] saw everything—the thought makes you wish you could shrink away into nothing. (if: $orient >5)[He](else:)[She] eyes you up and down, the barest hint of a smile softening (if: $orient >5)[his](else:)[her] sharp features. [["You need to come with me."]]

(if: $orient >5)[He](else:)[She] states the question so plainly, without a hint of the coy misdirection most people use when speaking of such matters, that at first you don't know how to respond. //Does tickling turn you on?// You never would've considered it before an hour ago, and yet ... it's difficult to deny how you felt upon seeing those (if: $orient <5)[women](else:)[men]. How you feel now. $mname smiles again. "Perhaps you do not know. No matter. We will find out together." (if: $orient >5)[He](else:)[She] walks around you. You start to twist yourself, to keep your eyes on (if: $orient >5)[him, but he places his](else:)[her, but she places her] hands on your shoulders and forcibly keeps you looking straight ahead. Your heart is pounding, and you take a deep breath to try to calm yourself. (if: $orient >5)[His](else:)[Her] arms wrap around your body, holding you in a firm and comforting embrace. "Now I am going to tickle you, and caress you, like you have not been touched before. You will laugh, and scream, and kick, and that is fine. But it is very important that you do not orgasm, no matter how good it feels. Do you understand, $name?" You quickly nod, though your mind is beginning to race. "Very good. I will start now." And with that, (if: $orient >5)[his](else:)[her] hands [[begin to move.]] [[Skip Scene->Begin what?]]

(if: $orient >5)[His](else:)[Her] right hand drifts upward, fingertips settling just under your left arm. Even that little motion makes you flinch, but (if: $orient >5)[his](else:)[her] arm crossed over your chest keeps you from moving far. A moment later, (if: $orient >5)[his](else:)[her] left hand drifts down your stomach and (if: $sex is "v")[dips between your thighs to drag a single finger through your womanhood.](else:)[curls itself around your manhood, giving it a loving squeeze.] You let out a ragged breath, the anticipation of what must come next making your entire body tremble. Both hands begin to move at once, fingers lightly stroking your armpit and (if: $sex is "v")[outer lips](else:)[the underside of your shaft] simultaneously. The sensations are so much lighter than what you anticipated, you don't react at all at first. But the combined stimulation, gentle as it is, grows exponentially more intense as it goes on. Within seconds, you're trying to squirm into a position where you can feel less pressure under your arm and more between your legs. But (if: $orient >5)[his](else:)[her] embrace holds you firm, and your efforts provide only fleeting, teasing glimpses of pleasure. Your predicament gradually grows worse. (if: $orient >5)[His](else:)[Her] fingers begin prodding your ribs, while at the same time (if: $sex is "v")[tracing slow, maddening circles around your clit](else:)[gripping you firmly by the base of your cock and letting your own writhing provide the friction]. You pull hard on the rope and hop from foot to foot, but (if: $orient >5)[he](else:)[she] stays wrapped around you. The noises escaping your lips are beyond your control: odd keening giggles, pitiful whimpering moans, sudden desperate squeaks. The thought strikes you that (if: $orient >5)[he's](else:)[she's] holding back, and that (if: $orient is "m")[he](else:)[she] could make this so much worse if (if: $orient is "m")[he](else:)[she] wanted. You're not sure you could handle that(if: $ds >5)[. "You would probably rather I be the helpless one, yes?" $mname teases. "Perhaps there will be time for that later."](else:)[, and yet you badly wish to find out.] Through it all, your arousal grows. Your need is an aching heat in your belly, daring you to grant it the explosion you so desperately crave. You haven't forgotten $mname's warning not to climax, but at this point you're not sure whether you can stop yourself. Your body has become like a cart you ride in but cannot steer; jostled by a road you can't see. The sensations throw you this way and that, and your best hope is to hold on and endure them. You feel the orgasm building ... [[Fight the urge]]. [[Surrender to your impulse]].

(set: $ctrl to 1) You grit your teeth and tense your muscles, struggling to maintain composure. Despite this, you're getting closer and closer to the edge ... when $mname suddenly stops, leaving you dangling and gasping for air. (if: $sex is "p")[A tiny bead of precum hangs from the tip of your manhood.](else:)[(if: $orient >5)[He pulls a clean rag from his satchel and wipes your arousal off his hand.](else:)[She pulls a clean rag from her satchel and wipes your arousal off her hand.]] "Very good," (if: $orient >5)[he](else:)[she] says. "You have excellent potential, young one. I am proud of you, and will be excited to see you grow." (if: $orient >5)[He](else:)[She] gently loosens the knot around your wrists, guiding you to a seated position on the grass. "You should begin as soon as possible." You feel dazed, and your body aches for lack of release. What exactly (if: $orient >5)[he](else:)[she] saying? You shake your head to clear the cobwebs, and look up at (if: $orient >5)[him](else:)[her]. "[[Begin what?]]" you ask.

(set: $ctrl to -1) You could probably hold back, if you wished—but you don't want to. Instead, you surrender to the sensations and will yourself toward climax ... when $mname suddenly stops, leaving you dangling and gasping for air. (if: $sex is "p")[A tiny bead of precum hangs from the tip of your manhood.](else:)[(if: $orient >5)[He pulls a clean rag from his satchel and wipes your arousal off his hand.](else:)[She pulls a clean rag from her satchel and wipes your arousal off her hand.]] "Shameful," (if: $orient >5)[he](else:)[she] says, shaking (if: $orient >5)[his](else:)[her] head. "To have such potential, and yet no control whatsoever. Still, it would be more shameful not to develop your gift." (if: $orient >5)[He](else:)[She] gently loosens the knot around your wrists, guiding you to a seated position on the grass. "You should begin as soon as possible." You feel dazed, and your body aches for lack of release. What exactly (if: $orient >5)[he](else:)[she] saying? You shake your head to clear the cobwebs, and look up at (if: $orient >5)[him](else:)[her]. "[[Begin what?]]" you ask.

$mname offers you a reassuring smile. "Let me begin at the beginning. Those berries you ate have been cultivated by our Temple for many, many generations. They are delicious, yes, but in a rare few, they awaken the Spirit of Calai within. That you ate them, then found those (if: $orient <5)[women](else:)[men], and then furthermore that I found you ... this is the Hand of the Princess at work." You stare back in disbelief. Everything you felt seemed so natural, so deeply real, that it seems impossible it could've been set in motion by a stolen little fruit. Still, (if: $orient >5)[he](else:)[she] speaks with an air of authority that cuts through your confusion. Maybe there's something to it. "Go home," (if: $orient >5)[he](else:)[she] says. "Tell your family that you have been invited to the Temple. Do not try to explain what has happened here today, but only say to them that you have heard the Princess's voice. It calls to you, and there is no end to the joy it will bring if you answer." $mname helps you dress and collect yourself, then sends you on your way. The whole walk back, you mull over (if: $orient >5)[his](else:)[her] words. You change your mind a dozen times about what you will do. As the sun begins to set, you reach your village, having finally come to a decision. You will answer [[Calai's call->Return Home]]. You will ignore (if: $orient >5)[his](else:)[her] instructions, and [[go your own way]].

(css: "font-size:150%")[Chapter II] Your return home is marked with relief—Jazbe had apparently come back in such a state of panic, and with a tale so creatively embellished, that your parents thought they might never see you again. When you instead come home, not only safe, but brimming with excitement, the unexpected reversal causes your poor mother to burst into tears. Your version of events doesn't entirely comfort them, however. For one thing, you scrupulously leave out nearly all the details of your encounter, making your story admittedly scattered. And $mname's lines about "the Hand of the Princess" and "hearing Calai's Voice" don't sound quite so convincing coming out of your mouth. Try as you might, you cannot make them understand your conviction. Your parents, though they take pains not to chastise you for it, have been growing increasingly anxious about your lack of romantic connections. It's a point of minor embarassment that Jazbe, two years younger than you, appears likely to marry first. You aren't especially bothered, but your family worries. You fail to see how this could be solely your fault. Don't marriages require at least one other person? Nevertheless, the occasional voice of self-doubt creeps in sometimes. (if: $ds >6)[Your father blames it on your self-sufficient attitude, saying you give off the aura of never needing anyone](elseif: $ds <4)[Your mother blames it on your clumsiness, saying you must learn to be more reliable if you expect someone to depend on you](else:)[Your father blames it on your cautious nature, saying that love requires risks, and you're alone because you rarely take any]. But how can you love someone who cannot take you just as you are? Perhaps that's why Calai, who controls the infinitely complex web of Love, Marriage, Sex, and Fertility, called out to you? Then again, maybe that's why your parents find this calling so difficult to swallow. Either way, your father cautions you not to make such a momentous decision suddenly, and you eventually have to concede to his wisdom. You can save this decision until tomorrow. For now, better to [[sleep on it]].

Though the day's events are unlike anything you've ever experienced, and though you don't have any special plans or obligations at home, you decide to remain there and try to forge a life on your own terms. An admirable goal, and nothing to be ashamed of. As the years pass, you remember less and less about that day, and you never learn what might've been ... //Look, the title of this story is //**The Temple of Calai**, //and you haven't actually been to the Temple yet. You're not really going to end it here, are you?? Maybe you should [[try again->Begin what?]] ...//

(align: "==>")[ (css: "font-size:60%")[//The Temple of Calai// by Dominic Solletti]]

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You're on the beach, lying on your back in the sand. Your eyes drift downward from the sky to your body, and you discover that you're naked. The golden-haired (if: $orient <5)[woman](else:)[man] appears, eyelids heavy with desire. (if: $orient <5)[She licks her](else:)[He licks his] lips hungrily, then lowers (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] head between your legs. (if: $orient <5)[Her](else:)[His] mouth (if: $sex is "v")[meets your womanhood, tongue dipping playfully into your folds](else:)[wraps around your manhood, tongue flicking playfully against the head]. Though the sensation is divine, you try to fight it ... only to discover that (if: $orient <5)[her](else:)[his] friends are there too, each one holding you by an ankle and dragging their fingers up and down your bare arches. The pleasure is too much, and you want to cry out, but a strong hand covers your mouth. $mname's smiling face enters your view. (link-reveal:'"Calai is calling ..." ')[ You jolt out of the dream, drenched in sweat and violently aroused. It is still night, and the village is quiet. Your hand finds its way between your legs, and you touch yourself so urgently that you have to press your mouth to your pillow to avoid waking anyone. Your release comes quickly, so powerful and satisfying that you soon drift back to sleep. By the time you wake up again, it is [[the next day]].]

You rise a little later than usual, feeling as though you barely slept. If you had any dreams after the first, they didn't leave nearly so strong an impression on you. Still, you start the day both weary and wary of another difficult discussion with your parents. That is, until you step out into the courtyard and find an enormous spread of food—bread, cheese, eggs, porridge, an assortment of fresh fruits and vegetables—laid out for a breakfast feast. Your father has already started eating, but your mother is waiting, studying your expression for any hint of your inner thoughts. The scene, so unlike the modest meal you usually have at this hour, renders you momentarily speechless. "This is for you," your mother says, breaking the silence. She nudges your father with her elbow. "Yes, yes!" he says between mouthfuls of egg. "Today is a celebration." She looks at him pointedly, apparently no more satisfied with that response than you are. He swallows, and explains further: "Your mother and I discussed this. You are an adult, and the time to make your own decisions is upon us. She thought we should save the feast for after you decide, but I inisted we have it today. If you go, we will have a Wing of Calai in the family, which is no small honor. If you stay, we will have our child at home. It's a moment to celebrate no matter your choice!" You want to cry. You rush forward to hug them both, thanking them for their blessings and for the food. As you eat, you express again your conviction that joining the Temple is the right choice. Last night's dream only cemented that fact—though, again, you leave out the most colorful details. The three of you don't finish eating and talking until the early afternoon, and you spend the rest of the day packing and making preparations. The following morning, you set off for the [[Great Temple]].

You reach the foot of Mount Syric shortly before midday, to find a huge throng of people crowded around the massive portico. The Princess of Love's favor is key to a happy and fruitful family, so pilgrims and travellers here are never in short supply. Most are offering simple prayers and monetary donations, though a few have loaded up a pack or even a cart with more substantial sacrifices. Although there are smiling faces among them, on an ordinary morning such as this, most seem melancholy or even tormented. Happy people celebrate on feast days, but broken hearts can happen at any time. The Great Temple at Mount Syric is Calai's home among mortals, so you find yourself not in one grand building, but in a sprawling complex of statues, gardens, altars, pavillions, as well as dormitories and support buildings for the Wings who reside here. The scope and and scale of it is even larger than you expected, and you quickly find yourself hopelessly lost amid the bustling masses. It is only by luck—another touch of Calai's grace, perhaps—that you manage to find $mname amid the crowd. "$name! I am so pleased to see you again!" (if: $orient >5)[he](else:)[she] shouts over the noise. (if: $orient >5)[He](else:)[She] takes you by the arm, and the two of you retreat to an alcove where you can hear each other more clearly. The no-nonsense Wing(if: $orient >5)[man](else:)[woman] jumps straight to the point: "Have you come to pledge yourself to The Princess?" You nod eagerly, all doubts brushed aside by the excitement of the trip and your parents' encouragement. "Excellent; that is very good! Today you will be my shadow, for tonight there is a Flowering, and afterward, your Initiation can begin." You take a deep breath, already feeling a little overwhelmed by the whirlwind of action around you, and knowing that your journey will only get more interesting [[from here->The underground amphitheater]].

(align: "==><==")[ (css: "font-size:250%")[**The Temple Of Calai**] (css: "Font-size:150%")[//Dominic Solletti//]] (css: "font-size:80%")[This story contains scenes of tickling, bondage, nudity, sex, consensual erotic torture and (imaginary) religious pratices. This work is intended for adults; persons under 18 and/or anyone who finds these topics distressing should not continue.] (align: "=><=")[ |[[Begin Story->Intro]]| |[[Chapter Skip]]|]

//To skip ahead in the story, answer each question in turn, then select a chapter.// (link-reveal: "Your Name:")[(set: $name to (prompt: "What is your name?","Kira")) (replace: "<==Click here to input your name.")[] $name] <==//Click here to input your name.// Preferred sexual partners: (link-reveal: "I only like men")[ <==(set: $orient to 9)(set: $mname to "Taro")(set: $LauG to "m")] (link-reveal: "I tend to prefer men")[ <==(set: $orient to 7)(set: $mname to "Taro")(set: $LauG to "m")] (link-reveal: "I have no preference")[ <==(set: $orient to 5)(set: $mname to "Tora")(set: $LauG to "w")] (link-reveal: "I tend to prefer women")[ <==(set: $orient to 3)(set: $mname to "Tora")(set: $LauG to "w")] (link-reveal: "I only like women")[ <==(set: $orient to 1)(set: $mname to "Tora")(set: $LauG to "w")] Anatomy: (link-reveal: "I have a vagina")[ <==(set: $sex to "v")] (link-reveal: "I have a penis")[ <==(set: $sex to "p")] Preferred role? (link-reveal: "I tend to be more dominant.")[ <==(set: $ds to 8)] (link-reveal: "That depends on my mood or the partner.")[ <==(set: $ds to 5)] (link-reveal: "I tend to be more submissive.")[ <==(set: $ds to 2)] What's your most ticklish spot? (link-reveal: "Underarms")[ <==(set: $worst to "ua")] (link-reveal: "Sides")[ <==(set: $worst to "sides")] (link-reveal: "Legs")[ <==(set: $worst to "legs")] (link-reveal: "Feet")[ <==(set: $worst to "feet")] Go to [[Chapter II->Return Home]] Go to [[Chapter III->ch3]] Go to [[Chapter IV->interrupted]] Go to [[Chapter V->ch V]]

You stick to $mname's heels all afternoon, struggling to keep up as (if: $orient >5)[he](else:)[she] deftly handles a dizzying array of duties. You cannot imagine yourself navigating the myriad crises with such aplomb. Still, when a middle-aged Yutoquan man stuffily gestures to you and asks $mname whether Calai approves of eavesdroppers, (if: $orient >5)[he](else:)[she] places a (if: $orient >5)[fatherly](else:)[motherly] hand on your shoulder and insists the man tell his story to you both. The pride you feel in that moment banishes the weariness of your day. Visitors dwindle as the sun sets, so that by nightfall the grounds feel starkly empty. When the last pilgrims have made their way beyond the gates, $mname brings you into the main temple building, behind the tall granite altar, and through a massive crimson curtain. "Few visitors ever see this," (if: $orient >5)[he](else:)[she] murmurs. Two braziers light the mouth of a cave, set into the rock of the mountain and hidden by the temple's architecture. You enter the cave together, following a slight downward slope through several turns and switchbacks. As you proceed, more people join you, in great red robes like $mname's, or simpler white tunics hemmed with geometric patterns in red dye. As you continue through torchlit passages, you realize with a mix of embarassment and excitement that these white tunics are so thin and pale as to be nearly transparent. (if: $ds<6)[You imagine yourself wearing one, the eyes of strangers passing over your exposed body, and feel your arousal grow.](else:)[You can't look away, feeling your arousal grow as your eyes pass over their exposed bodies.] Though there are branches to this underground path, everyone you see is headed to the same place: a great cavern, set up like an amphitheater under the mountain. It's walls are covered in gauzy red cloth, and candles flicker on every open surface. At its center is a massive golden statue of Calai, with a mound of flowers and berries at her feet. And just before that, a rough-hewn stone altar, about the size and shape of a small bed. You and $mname take places in the first row of seats, with many other Wings of Calai shuffling in behind. As your eyes drift across the firelit room, you see people of all shapes and all nations, uniform in their dress and their devotion but in all other ways completely different. The air hums with anticipation. As the seats fill, you see a few others dressed like yourself—that is, plainly, and not in the standard robes. From the way they whisper to the Wings beside them, and stare around the room in wonder, you guess they must be other new initiates. When the room is full, a trumpet sounds, and [[the ceremony begins]].

A figure dressed all in white descends to the center of the room, followed by a dozen more in a shade of red much deeper than that worn by $mname. Their robes drape over not only their bodies, but their heads and hands as well, so that you cannot see any part of the human within the mass of fabric. All thirteen kneel before the great statue. The massive room is almost suffocatingly silent for a long minute. The Wingman next to you hands you a deep bowl, filled with what appears to be wine. You take a drink and pass it to $mname, who nods approvingly. The flavor is reminiscent of the sacred berries, but the tingling in your mouth feels much stronger. The twelve in red return to their feet and surround the altar. A voice that seems to come from nowhere and everywhere at once booms: **"The Princess of Love requires a sacrifice. What will you offer?"** The figure in white rises. From under the hood, a slightly muffled voice says, "I offer myself." **"You will respond: 'My heart is Hers.'"** The figure nods in recognition. **"You sacrifice yourself to Calai?"** "My heart is Hers." The two red-robed officiants grab the Initiate by the arms and pull backwards until the hooded figure lies supine on the altar. You feel sweat bead at your temples; the air is made hot by all the bodies pressed close together. The anticipation is becoming maddening. The motions of the figures at the altar are measured, each gesture and sound in the otherwise still auditorium adding to a sense of tension that makes you quiver in your seat. You hold your breath and wait for the [[ceremony to continue]].

As the last word rings through the cavern, it is followed immediately by squeals of laughter. The officiant's hands cover the initiate like a living blanket, kneading (if: $orient < 4)[his](else:)[her] flesh and prodding (if: $orient < 4)[his](else:)[her] muscles. From the palms of (if: $orient < 4)[his](else:)[her] hands to the soles of (if: $orient < 4)[his](else:)[her] feet, they scribble and dance across (if: $orient < 4)[his](else:)[her] skin. (if: $orient < 4)[He](else:)[She] convulses wildly, howling and thrashing under the touch of 120 wiggling fingers. A hand covers (if: $orient < 4)[his](else:)[her] mouth, muffling the cries, while another strokes (if: $orient < 4)[his stiff member](else:)[her tender womanhood] with a slow, relentlessly steady rhythm. You tremble in your seat, unable to fathom the intensity of sensation or the terrible depths of helplessness. You feel flush; your heart beats fiercely in your chest. You fear and envy the (if: $orient < 4)[man's](else:)[woman's] fate in equal measure. You're unable to blink, let alone tear your eyes from the scene. You're hounded by the desire to pleasure yourself through your tunic, but as soon as your hand shifts in that direction, $mname utters a single word in your ear: "Don't." (link-reveal: "You place your hands on your knees and resist the temptation.")[ "Very good," $mname says, placing a comforting hand at the small of your back. (set: $ctrl to it+1)(replace: "You ignore the order and touch yourself.")[]] (link-reveal: "You ignore the order and touch yourself.")[ Immediately, $mname grabs your left wrist and pulls your hand away. The Wingman on your other side does the same with your right. They grip your hands tightly for the remainder of the ceremony, as you writhe between them with no hope of relief. (set: $ctrl to it-1)(replace: "You place your hands on your knees and resist the temptation.")[]] The (if: $orient < 4)[man](else:)[woman] only seems to grow more desperate as the torment continues; (if: $orient < 4)[his](else:)[her] muscles bulge and flex as (if: $orient < 4)[he](else:)[she] fights in vain to escape even one instant of it. (if: $orient < 4)[His](else:)[Her] milk-white skin is now bright pink—the effects of the wine, fierce arousal, and the many prodding and searching fingers. The hand pumping (if: $orient < 4)[his manhood](else:)[in and out of her] pulls away for the length of a pitful shudder, then returns to work, forcing the helpless initiate to dangle on the edge. Sweat and tears pour out of (if: $orient < 4)[him](else:)[her], but the ordeal continues even after (if: $orient < 4)[his](else:)[her] limbs fall limp. You lose track of (if: $orient < 4)[how long he remains primed for release](else:)[how many orgasms they wrench from her]. You only know the ceremony has ended when the tickling stops, and the hands simply massage (if: $orient < 4)[his](else:)[her] exhausted body through a final, explosive climax that leaves (if: $orient < 4)[him](else:)[her] utterly spent and quivering on the altar. They wrap (if: $orient < 4)[him](else:)[her] in a thick red cloak, and the amphitheater erupts in a cheer. As the assembled Wings stand and begin to file out of the room, $mname takes you by the arm. "If you still wish to be initiated, [[come with me]]."

You prepare yourself for another twisting, labyrinthine path through the caves, but after only two quick left turns, $mname stops before a curtained opening in the rock wall and turns to address you. (if: $mname is "Taro")[His](else:)[Her] eyes bore into you, expression deadly serious. "$name, what we do here tonight is a direct expression of Calai's gift to you. The gift is yours, and will remain so all your life. But tonight is your chance to take responsibility for this gift, to make it grow, honor it, and share it with the world. It will be a challenge, and a struggle, and it may be too difficult for you. You must have no shame in this, but accept it as Calai's path for you. However, if you endure, and push on, your life will become a celebration of Her Love. Do you understand?" The passion in (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] words gives you pause. You just witnessed an unimaginably intense ritual, and yet $mname's warning hints that it will be only one of many, each more shattering than the last. Can you really handle this? "(link-reveal: "Yes. Please continue" )[." "There is one additional requirement," (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] adds. "You must forswear the pleasure of your own hand. To be a Wing of Calai means harnessing your hunger, letting it stoke your passions, and relying on your campanions to satisfy your needs. This is what it means to share your gift." Give up masturbation? It may be nothing compared to pledging your life, but it still seems a difficult concession. "Are you prepared to begin?" "[[Yes->Bath]]." "[[I think I want out->Leave Early]](replace: '"Perhaps I am not ready."')[] ]." "[[Perhaps I am not ready->Leave Early]]."

$mname parts the curtain, and you are met with a billowing cloud of steam, heat, and an intoxicating mixture of scents. The room within is thick with aromas of lavender, cedar, rose petals, cumin, the ever-present berries of the field, and even a hint of sulfur. All emanate from a large basin cut into the floor, filled with steaming water and an intricate mixture of spices. Unlike the rough rock outside, the walls and floor of this room are clean, polished stone, and the ceiling is partially open to the night sky. At the rear of the room is a heavy wooden door with fittings of green-tinged bronze. The two of you step inside, and $mname disrobes. (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] is as thin under (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] clothing as (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] appeared in it, but your eyes also pass over ripples of lean muscle and taut sinew. You gladly remove your clothes as well, as the humidity here is making your tunic stick uncomfortably to your skin. Once nude, (if: $mname is "Taro")[he lowers himself](else:)[she lowers herself] into the basin with a slow sigh of pleasure, and you quickly follow. From the moment your toes first break the surface, you feel an almost dizzying sense of relief, and it only grows more profound the deeper you submerge. The dust of travel, the anxious bustle of the crowds, the rigid solemnity and stomach-churning tension of the Flowering ceremony—all melt away as you soak your stiff joints and inhale the spicy-sweet air. $mname takes your foot into (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] lap. You resist for a moment, anticipating a tickle attack, but (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] instead closes (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] hands around your instep and rubs your arch with a slow, firm touch. The massage feels heavenly, and when (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] reaches for your other foot you surrender it without hesitation. (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] pulls your body close and kneads your shoulders and back, drawing a blissful groan from your lips. Cupping (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] hands, (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] spills warm water over your hair and down the back of your neck. You feel a swelling of intense tenderness and gratitude; for a moment you are torn between kissing (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her] and weeping on (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] shoulder. Before you can do either, (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] rises and climbs out of the basin. "Come," (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] says. "That was only the first step." You dry yourselves, letting most of the water trickle to the floor, and mopping the remainder with sheets of soft wool set aside for the purpose. When you are ready, $mname opens the heavy wooden door and invites you inside. [[Go in->Locked Room]]. This is too intense—I want to [[stop here->Leave Early]].

(if: $mname is "Taro")[His](else:)[Her] eyes fall, and (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] gives you a curt nod. "I understand. This challenge is not easy to accept. However, only those who do accept it can become Wings of the Princess. We will make a room for you here at the Temple tonight, but in the morning, you must return home." At dawn, you set off on the road back, full of conflicting feelings and complicated emotions. Did you make the right choice? //What kind of story do you think this is??? You gotta pick the scary stuff, or the adventure ends early and you miss the really good parts. Maybe you should [[try again->come with me]] ...//

The room is smaller than you expected—round and rough-walled, though the floor is smooth. In the center is a bizarre device: two thick wooden beams, long as your arm and as big around as your torso, lay parallel to each other on the floor with a broad gap between. Leather straps are wound around each beam, connecting to a strap with several loops and buckles that runs lengthwise along the top. Both wood and leather appear smooth and shiny with wear. The two beams are connected through their center by an iron chain, at each end of which hangs a pair of ornate bronze globes. The room also contains a chest against one wall, and several hanging lanterns. A grinding noise behind you draws your attention, and you turn to see $mname turning a series of elaborately-engraved bronze gears set into the door. When the contraption emits a resounding thud, you recognize it as a locking mechanism, albeit the most complex one you've ever seen. "In this room, (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] begins, "you will be tested. I will tickle you, and caress your (if: $sex is "p")[manhood](else:)[womanhood], until your strength fails and you can no longer endure. It will be torture. However, that is not what we are testing." (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] kneels beside the nearer beam and points toward the leather buckles. "Here you will strap your ankles." (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] gives the chain a firm tug, and the brass globes fold open to reveal a horseshoe-shaped grip inside each. "These are called Mandonese Flowers—when you pull these handles, they will close around your hands, and you will not be able to escape. Finally, (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] gestures toward a small cushion on the floor before the beam. "Sit here and make yourself helpless." (if: $ds >5)[You hesitate, and (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] eyes you warily. "You are not one who submits easily, or follows willingly. That is no sin. But if you wish to lead, you must first follow. Every Initiation begins with willing submission."](else:)[You immediately bend to sit, but (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] stops you with a hand on your shoulder. "If you submit yourself, know that I will not relent until you are broken." (if: $mname is "Taro")[His](else:)[Her] tone is firm, and frankly a little scary.] You take a deep breath, sit down, and place yourself [[at $mname's mercy->Anticipation]]. ... It's not too late to [[back out->Leave Early]], is it? [[Skip Scene->Broken]]

(set: $broken to 0) (link: "Strap in your feet.")[You place your feet atop the beam, and secure the leather straps around your ankles. (link: "Try to get loose.")[You wiggle your toes and attempt to kick free, but the beam is either impossibly heavy or attached to the floor somehow. Your legs don't budge, no matter what you do. (link: "Reach for the Mandonese Flowers.")[You have to reach down between your legs and strain to grab them, but you just barely manage to wrap your fingers around the handles. (link: "Lock in your hands.")[You give the handles a tug, and the bronze globes close around your fists, trapping them. The Flowers fit snugly around your wrists, but don't pinch or place uncomfortable pressure on them. You realize they would open if you pulled on the chain in the opposite direction, but of course that's impossible from your current position. (link: "Squirm.")[With your hands and feet both immobilized, your vulnerability really starts to sink in ... naked skin still fresh and warm from the bath ... locked in an inescapeable device ... with no way to protect yourself ... knowing you're going to be tickled out of your mind, with nothing you can do but (link-reveal: "wait for it to begin.")[ As you contemplate your fate, $mname opens the chest and begins laying out its contents. Among them are a large clay oil jug, two stiff-bristled brushes, a third, much softer brush, a length of wool-spun string, and a collection of small, mottled feathers bound together at the shafts. Looking over these items does not ease your growing apprehension. "I do not yet know whether you shall prove a compliant student, or a naughty one," (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] muses. "All the more reason to give a thorough examination. Now. Where shall I (link-goto: "begin", (either: ...$tort))?" ]]]]]] (set: $tort to (a: "Feet", "Legs/Chest/Neck", "Groin", "Sides/Belly", "Ribs/Pits"))

(if: $rp is 0)[As soon as $mname reaches for your elbows, palms up and fingers skittering about like the legs of an insect, you can sense where those fingers are headed. You pull hard on the chain, but the Flowers hold tight as (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] crawls up your tricep. No matter how you shimmy and bend, you can't stop (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her] from reaching your exposed underarms and having (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] way with them. "Is something the matter?" (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] asks. "The more you squirm, the longer I will have to stay here." You can't even meet (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] gaze, let alone hold still while (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] pokes around in your armpits. This lack of self control is a new experience for you. And though your body rebels against the overwhelming flurry of sensations, you find yourself actually enjoying this. The feeling only lasts a moment, though, as (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] finds a spot that makes the pitch and urgency of your laughter soar, and you crash back down a giggly, horny, and thoroughly helpless mess.(set: $rp to $rp +1)](else:)[$mname forms (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] hands into claw-like, half-open fists, then rapidly vibrates (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] knuckles against your unprotected ribs. It's shocking how badly the strange technique tickles, though its effects render you far too distracted to ponder them. (if: $mname is "Taro")[His](else:)[Her] hands shift slightly every few seconds, testing the attack on a slightly new spot, seemingly searching for something. Even you know they've found it, when just the right angle on the right location makes you yowl and buck your hips like an animal. $mname gives a pleased little grunt, and repeats the motion—though you try to brace for it, the sensations pierce right through your defenses, and your reaction this time is somehow even more extreme. Then the hands move again, continuing their search, but periodically returning to the spot and pulling another violent exclamation out of you. Your giggling and thrashing is constant, but the yelps and jerks punctuate the scene and add a new dimension to your torment. Waiting through the already unbearable tickling for your next spasm of forced glee, and the fact that no defense seems to dull these spasms, gradually erodes your will to resist. $mname, for (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] part, seems especially delighted by your reactions. You had already sensed that (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] finds pleasure in your ticklish suffering, but the discovery of a button that makes you dance and shriek on command obviously thrills (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her]. As the ordeal continues, you can at least take some solace in the fact that $mname is very much enjoying (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her]self.(set: $tort to $tort - (a: "Ribs/Pits"))] (set: $broken to $broken + 1) (if: $broken >7)[(link-goto: "Please ... no more ...", "Broken")](elseif: $broken >5 and it <=7)[(link-goto: "I can't take it!", (either: ...$tort))](else:)[(link-goto: "Keep going.", (either: ...$tort))]

(if: $sb is 0)[(if: $mname is "Taro")[His](else:)[Her] hand finds its way to your stomach, and as if drawn there by a magnet, one finger slips into your navel. It barely moves, but they way you flinch at the unfamiliar sensation doesn't escape (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] notice. "Does someone have a ticklish belly button?" You watch as (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] reaches for the soft brush, able to glean what (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] intends but powerless to stop it. You twist and tug, and even try to block (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] hand with your arms, but the brush finds your belly anyway. It makes tiny scrubbing circles around your navel, bristles twirling around the edge, before arcing downward and sweeping across the top of your pubic area. The brush creates such a light, teasy feeling that you'd really enjoy it, if it weren't so damn tickly. Chills crawl from your tailbone to the top of your skull, and it feels like every hair on your body leaps to attention. It only gets worse when, mirroring the arc that brought it low, the brush swishes across your exposed nipples. $mname's eyes flash with glee as (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] effortlessly makes each one stiffen in turn. There's nothing you can do but giggle and shiver; even when (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] sets the brush down, the tingling seems to continue.(set: $sb to $sb +1)](else:)[(if: $mname is "Taro")[His](else:)[Her] long fingers encircle your waist, and you know it's going to be bad before they even start squeezing. This pressure on the sides of your diaphragm forces out a shriek, followed by more prolonged howling as (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] keeps kneading your tender flesh. (if: $mname is "Taro")[His](else:)[Her] hands climb up and down, comparing each handful to its neighbors above and below, but in truth it doesn't much matter. There are no //bad// spots; the only difference between them is whether they make you scream with laughter, or merely gasp. Naturally, (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] immediately proves that idea incorrect when (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] hands descend to your hip bones. (if: $mname is "Taro")[His](else:)[Her] fingers dig in on either side of your pelvis, and it's so unbearable you nearly leap out of your skin trying to escape. That effort does no good, and neither does your next: folding your body forward to trap the quarrelsome fingers between your thighs and lower belly. If anything, that just makes it tickle more. (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] doesn't stop the attack until your abs are sore, and every fresh bout of impotent laughter ends in a pathetic whimper.(set: $tort to $tort - (a: "Sides/Belly"))] (set: $broken to $broken + 1) (if: $broken >7)[(link-goto: "Please ... no more ...", "Broken")](elseif: $broken >5 and it <=7)[(link-goto: "I can't take it!", (either: ...$tort))](else:)[(link-goto: "Keep going.", (either: ...$tort))]

(if: $g is 0)[(if: $mname is "Taro")[He presses his](else:)[She presses her] cheek to the floor and looks under your legs. You feel (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] fingertips trace across your (if: $sex is "p")[shaft, making you jerk and clench with each touch.](else:)[inner lips, then gently part them to get a better look.] "As I suspected. (if: $sex is "p")[Hard already](else:)[A sloppy mess]." (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] punctuates the statement by flitting a finger across (if: $sex is "p")[the head](else:)[your clit], making you moan pitifully as a jolt of pleasure radiates through you. (if: $sex is "p")[You feel fingers curl around the top of your balls, and for a moment you think (if: $mname is "Taro")[he's](else:)[she's] going to stroke you](else:)[You feel a finger press against your opening, and for a moment you think (if: $mname is "Taro")[he's](else:)[she's] going to slip it inside you]—just the thought makes you quiver. Instead, (if: $sex is "p")[they merely hold you in place while (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] other hand tickles the underside of your scrotum.](else:)[it remains just outside, wiggling ever so slightly.] (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] chuckles at your frustrated grunts; at your fruitless attempts to scoot (if: $sex is "p")[away](else:)[forward and force it inside]. You can only tremble and whimper as (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] plays with your (if: $sex is "p")[balls](else:)[folds], driving you nearly insane with need.(set: $g to $g +1)](else:)["Would you like to come?" (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] asks. Your response of //'please'// is more sob than intelligible word. (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] picks up the soft brush and (if: $sex is "p")[grips your shaft with one hand](else:)[parts your lips with (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] fingers]. "Very well. If you can come from this, you may come whenever you like." (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] flicks the brush against your (if: $sex is "p")[head](else:)[clit], feathery bristles skipping over and around your (if: $sex is "p")[tip](else:)[bud] with the lightest and most fleeting of pressure. (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] does it again, and again, each swipe making you twitch and throb with frustration. You can't say whether you love or hate the sensation; it's a tickly itch that sets your entire body on fire with need. As it continues, over and over, your opinion rapidly shifts toward hate. The constant rhythm only increases your hunger, with no taste of satisfaction in sight. You grow more sensitive with every touch, and soon you can no longer tell whether the attention tickles, hurts, or feels indescribably wonderful. It's somehow all of these—not enough and too much all at once. "Why are you not coming?" (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] asks mockingly. "Oh well. You must not have wanted it." The only relief you get for now comes when (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] sets the brush down.(set: $tort to $tort - (a: "Groin"))] (set: $broken to $broken + 1) (if: $broken >7)[(link-goto: "Please ... no more ...", "Broken")](elseif: $broken >5 and it <=7)[(link-goto: "I can't take it!", (either: ...$tort))](else:)[(link-goto: "Keep going.", (either: ...$tort))]

(if: $lcn is 0)[When $mname picks up the sheaf of feathers, you start to fidget even before (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] puts them to use. But your anticipation fails to prepare you for their delicate touch against your right ear. You squeak and cover that ear with your shoulder, but the move merely opens your left to an even more ticklish attack. $mname quickly swirls the feathers against each ear in turn, switching whenever your frantic reactions open the other side to another round of teasing. The flitting feathers gradually expand their targets to reach the sides of your neck, and your squeals burble in your throat as you try unsuccessfully to lift your shoulders high enough to cover every spot at once. (if: $mname is "Taro")[His](else:)[Her] fingers trail down your spine, then slowly walk their way back up; as you arch your back to avoid them, you expose your neck to more attention from the feathers. It's a game you can't win, as (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] anticipates your every move and expertly conducts you into another ticklish trap. The result is that you giggle and writhe constantly, always struggling to escape the last touch, only to stumble into the next. It doesn't take long for you to realize that you aren't the loser of this game—you're the plaything. $mname toys with your ears, neck, and back masterfully, and the only response available to you is to laugh and take it.(set: $lcn to $lcn +1)](else:)[$mname's hands fly to your knees, squeezing the flesh just above the joint and making your legs quake with convulsions. If you didn't regret cuffing your ankles in place before, your inability to kick your legs away from (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] wiggling fingers would make you reconsider. (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] varies the pressure and location, finding which points and techniques make you curse and flail the most. You become concerned when it occurs to you that (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] hands are gradually making their way up your thighs. Your position gives little range of movement, and your upper thighs are particularly immobile targets. Though you buck and jiggle, (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] easily works (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] fingers up to your groin, chuckling to (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her]self as you groan and yelp. Bad as that is, the backs of your thighs are even worse somehow, a fact which (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] seems happy to demonstrate. The squeezing hands reach nearly to your butt, exploring the sensitive flesh and causing sensations you couldn't have imagined if they weren't happening to your helplessly exposed legs. Of course, all that excitement so near your (if: $sex is "p")[balls](else:)[sex] reminds you that despite—and in many ways, because of—the tickling, you're still desperately aroused. $mname's fingers "accidentally" brush against you now and then, making it that much more difficult to control yourself.(set: $tort to $tort - (a: "Legs/Chest/Neck"))] (set: $broken to $broken + 1) (if: $broken >7)[(link-goto: "Please ... no more ...", "Broken")](elseif: $broken >5 and it <=7)[(link-goto: "I can't take it!", (either: ...$tort))](else:)[(link-goto: "Keep going.", (either: ...$tort))]

(if: $f is 0)["Can I tell you a secret?" $mname says, lips curled in a wicked smile. "I have wanted to tickle these feet since the moment I laid eyes on you. And now here they are, served to me on a platter." (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] drags a single finger down the length of your arch. "Oh! Look at your toes curl! I think they want my attention too." (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] selects the string from among the pile of tools. Its use and purpose is so unfamilar to you that you don't resist as it slips between the smallest toes on your right foot. The instant it starts to move, though, you understand fully—the understated friction of the soft wool dragging against the delicate skin sends sparks of energy shooting up your spine. You clench your toes, but the string has already buried itself in the next gap, and by the time it finishes this second pass you're giggling uncontrollably. It takes very little time to discover that any effort you make to keep the string from sliding between your toes is in vain; $mname always finds a way to pry your toes apart and insert the string again, by which point you can't protect yourself. (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] continues this tactic until the string has been dragged in and out of each gap several times, and your nerve endings sing from all the unaccustomed stimulus.(set: $f to $f +1)](else:)["You did not think I was finished with your feet, did you?" (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] cups a handful of oil out of the clay jug and spreads a generous amount all over your left foot. Another handful of oil is drizzled onto your right, and (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] rubs both feet thoroughly to ensure no wrinkle goes uncoated. "Now you are ready." As you try to work out what (if: $mname is "Taro")[he means, he](else:)[she means, she] takes a bristle brush in each hand and scrubs them across your slick arches. You jump in surprise; the sensation is exquisitely intense, and you're immediately reduced to helpless squeals and gasping laughter. The brushes work their way up to your toes and down to your heels, constantly making subtle changes in direction and speed, so you can never predict or avoid their next pass. It feels like dozens of tiny fingers scratching at your soles, the oily veneer letting every spine glide smoothly. Before long, you're laughing so hard that no sound escapes, and you can't even form the words to beg for mercy.(set: $tort to $tort - (a: "Feet"))] (set: $broken to $broken + 1) (if: $broken >7)[(link-goto: "Please ... no more ...", "Broken")](elseif: $broken >5 and it <=7)[(link-goto: "I can't take it!", (either: ...$tort))](else:)[(link-goto: "Keep going.", (either: ...$tort))]

(set: $spots to (a: "My underarms!", "My sides!", "My legs!", "My feet!", "Refuse to answer."))Tears stream down your cheeks, sweat covers your trembling body, and your (if: $sex is "p")[manhood](else:)[womanhood] dribbles onto the cushion beneath you—the effect of what must now be several hours of prolonged, aching arousal. $mname studies your condition, giving you a much-needed chance to regain your breath. "You suffer beautifully, $name. Let us make a deal: I will release you ... if you tell me which spot on your body is the most ticklish." The question makes you want to disappear, to shrink yourself until your limbs fall easily out of the restraints, keep shrinking until you can dive through the crack under the door and run far, far away. You know the answer will be used against you, but can't possibly handle any more tickling. Then again, giving no answer might spur $mname to somehow make things even worse for you. You're too overwhelmed to contemplate what that could mean. (link-reveal: "My underarms!")[—You blurt it out, eyes squeezed shut, body tense, waiting for the inevitable attack to strike.(set: $worst to "ua")(set: $spots to it - (a: "My underarms!"))(replace: ...$spots)[] (show: ?react)] (link-reveal: "My sides!")[—You blurt it out, eyes squeezed shut, body tense, waiting for the inevitable attack to strike.(set: $worst to "sides")(set: $spots to it - (a: "My sides!"))(replace: ...$spots)[] (show: ?react)] (link-reveal: "My legs!")[—You blurt it out, eyes squeezed shut, body tense, waiting for the inevitable attack to strike.(set: $worst to "legs")(set: $spots to it - (a: "My legs!"))(replace: ...$spots)[] (show: ?react)] (link-reveal: "My feet!")[—You blurt it out, eyes squeezed shut, body tense, waiting for the inevitable attack to strike.(set: $worst to "feet")(set: $spots to it - (a: "My feet!"))(replace: ...$spots)[] (show: ?react)] (if: $ds >4 and $r1 is not 1)[(link-goto: "Refuse to answer.", "Refuse")] |react)[(either: '"Ah yes—I thought so,"', '"Interesting ..."', '"Really? Not what I thought ..."') $mname says thoughtfully. "Very well. [[As I promised->release]].]

(set: $lock to 0) The door locking mechanism has three bronze dials, arranged concentrically around a central spoke. Elaborate engravings cover each of the dials. You recognize many of the symbols depicted on the dials—they represent different astronomical events and weather patterns. Turning all three dials so the correct symbols line up at the top of the mechanism will unlock the door. The only question is, which are the correct symbols? First Dial: (link-reveal: "Sun at Dawn")[ <== (if: $combo contains "Sun at Dawn")[(set: $lock to it +1)]] (link-reveal: "Morning Sun")[ <== (if: $combo contains "Morning Sun")[(set: $lock to it +1)]] (link-reveal: "Midday Sun")[ <== (if: $combo contains "Midday Sun")[(set: $lock to it +1)]] (link-reveal: "Afternoon Sun")[ <== (if: $combo contains "Afternoon Sun")[(set: $lock to it +1)]] (link-reveal: "Sun at Dusk")[ <== (if: $combo contains "Sun at Dusk")[(set: $lock to it +1)]] (link-reveal: "Sun at Night (No Sun)")[ <== (if: $combo contains "Sun at Night")[(set: $lock to it +1)]] Second Dial: (link-reveal: "New Moon")[ <== (if: $combo contains "New Moon")[(set: $lock to it +1)]] (link-reveal: "Waxing Crescent Moon")[ <== (if: $combo contains "Waxing Crescent Moon")[(set: $lock to it +1)]] (link-reveal: "First Quarter Moon")[ <== (if: $combo contains "First Quarter Moon")[(set: $lock to it +1)]] (link-reveal: "Waxing Gibbous Moon")[ <== (if: $combo contains "Waxing Gibbous Moon")[(set: $lock to it +1)]] (link-reveal: "Full Moon")[ <== (if: $combo contains "Full Moon")[(set: $lock to it +1)]] (link-reveal: "Waning Gibbous Moon")[ <== (if: $combo contains "Waning Gibbous Moon")[(set: $lock to it +1)]] (link-reveal: "Last Quarter Moon")[ <== (if: $combo contains "Last Quarter Moon")[(set: $lock to it +1)]] (link-reveal: "Waning Crescent Moon")[ <== (if: $combo contains "Waning Crescent Moon")[(set: $lock to it +1)]] Third Dial: (link-reveal: "North Wind")[ <== (if: $combo contains "North Wind")[(set: $lock to it +1)]] (link-reveal: "Northeast Wind")[ <== (if: $combo contains "Northeast Wind")[(set: $lock to it +1)]] (link-reveal: "East Wind")[ <== (if: $combo contains "East Wind")[(set: $lock to it +1)]] (link-reveal: "Southeast Wind")[ <== (if: $combo contains "Southeast Wind")[(set: $lock to it +1)]] (link-reveal: "South Wind")[ <== (if: $combo contains "South Wind")[(set: $lock to it +1)]] (link-reveal: "Southwest Wind")[ <== (if: $combo contains "Southwest Wind")[(set: $lock to it +1)]] (link-reveal: "West Wind")[ <== (if: $combo contains "West Wind")[(set: $lock to it +1)]] (link-reveal: "Northwest Wind")[ <== (if: $combo contains "Northwest Wind")[(set: $lock to it +1)]] (link-goto: "Give up", (history:)'s last). [[Reset dials->Door Lock]]. (link-reveal: "Try to open the door.")[(if: $lock >= 3)[(link-goto: " Success! The door opens.", "Open Door")](else:)[ Nothing happens.]]

(set: $ds to it+1)(set: $r1 to 1)You set your jaw, take a deep breath, and shake your head to signal that you will not answer the question. You brace for swift retribution, but $mname surprises you by only stroking your hair with a sigh. "Very unwise. I understand you are not inclined to give in easily. But this..." (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] reaches down between your legs and gives your quivering (if: $sex is "p")[cock](else:)[lips] a gentle pat. You shudder and groan, so close to the edge that even this tiny gesture nearly sends you over. "... this tells me I have already won. Tell me what I want, and you need not suffer any further." [[Give your answer.->Broken]] (if: $ds >7)[(link: "Stay silent.")[When your response doesn't come, (if: $mname is "Taro")[he shakes his](else:)[she shakes her] head wearily. Then, (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] hands are all over you, tickling, caressing, squeezing and prodding. Your voice is hoarse, but you scream anyway. You realize (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] earlier efforts were measured and focused; this is what an all-out attack feels like. Your body is too weak now to thrash; (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] hands still send electric shocks of ticklish energy coursing through every part of your body, but now your reaction is limited to shaking with mirthless laughter. (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] only tickles you for a minute, but it is without question the most difficult-to-endure minute of your young life. When (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] stops, you slump in your restraints, unable even to hold yourself upright. (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] lifts your head and strokes your tear-soaked cheeks. "Please, do not resist me. It is madness to do so." You have no choice but to [[agree->Broken]].(set: $ds to it +1)(replace: "Tell her.")[]]]

$mname wipes away your tears, and strokes your neck and back until you regain the strength to sit upright. When you have mostly recovered, (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] crosses the room and sits behind the other wooden beam. With an odd little smile, (if: $mname is "Taro")[he places his](else:)[she places her] legs atop it and straps them into place. You watch in confusion as (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] stretches forward, grasps the Mandonese Flower handles, and gives them a firm tug. Instantly, the Flowers around your wrists fold open, releasing your hands. You open and close them, fingers stiff from their time in the small bronze prisons. Your muscles are nearly too weak to reach forward and undo the clasps that trap your legs, but you manage with great effort, and slide your feet out of the leather cuffs with a sigh of relief. You ache everywhere, and you're so exhausted you could sleep for days, but you're free. You climb to your feet, on legs like that of a newborn faun, and stretch with a groan. With what you have been through, it can perhaps be forgiven that you don't immediately grasp the totality of your new situation. Your freedom is limited; the only door to this room is still shut, and kept that way by a deviously complicated locking mechanism. And in the same motion that freed your hands, $mname has trapped (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] own. (if: $mname is "Taro")[His](else:)[Her] head tilts slowly to one side, and you realize (if: $mname is "Taro")[he's](else:)[she's] mocking the puzzled expression on your own face. Finally (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] speaks: "[[Well->ch3]]?"

(set: $l1 to (a: "Sun at Dawn", "Morning Sun", "Midday Sun", "Afternoon Sun", "Sun at Dusk", "Sun at Night"))(set: $l2 to (a: "New Moon", "Waxing Crescent Moon", "First Quarter Moon", "Waxing Gibbous Moon", "Full Moon", "Waning Gibbous Moon", "Last Quarter Moon", "Waning Crescent Moon"))(set: $l3 to (a: "North Wind", "Northeast Wind", "East Wind", "Southeast Wind", "South Wind", "Southwest Wind", "West Wind", "Northwest Wind"))(set: $combo to (a: (either: ...$l1), (either: ...$l2), (either: ...$l3)))(css: "font-size:150%")[Chapter III] $mname eyes you expectantly—(if:$mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] predicament perfectly mirrors the one you just escaped, so you know how little else (if:$mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] can do. Despite, or perhaps rather because of, the situation, (if:$mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] beams with excitement and delight. "You are free," (if:$mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] says, not quite able to keep a straight face. "You can go if you like." You glance at the door, then back to $mname. (if:$mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] follows your look, and says, "Ah yes. It would take a very, very long time for you to guess the correct sequence of those dials. Of course, I know the answer, but ... you may have to convince me to tell." Convince (if:$mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her]? Several possibilities spring to mind immediately. After all, you now have intimate, first-hand experience of how vulnerable (if:$mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] position can be. (if: $ds <4)[You've never considered yourself the sort of person who craves revenge, but (if:$mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] seems to be inviting you to take some. Perhaps, just this once...](elseif: $ds >7)[Being tortured like that was, frankly, awful. But you know you're going to love getting revenge.](else:)[Honestly, you enjoyed submitting to (if:$mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] whims far more than you expected to. But you get the feeling you're going to love revenge.] [[Examine the door->Door Lock]]. [[Tickle $mname's upperbody->Mupper]]. [[Tickle $mname's midsection->Mlower]]. [[Tickle $mname's feet->Mfeet]]. [[Skip Scene->combination]]. (if: $orient is "m")[(link-goto: "Stroke $mname's cock", "Mcock")](else:)[(link-goto: "Stroke $mname's sex", "Msex")] (set: $broken to 0)(set: $rp to 0)(set: $f to 0)(set: $g to 0)(set: $mc to 0)(set: $ms to 0)(set: $spots to (a: "rp", "f", "g", "mc", "ms"))

(if: $f is 0)[Like the rest of (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her], $mname's feet are long and narrow. (if: $mname is "Taro")[His](else:)[Her] soles are several shades lighter than the rest of (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her], and as you kneel before the wooden beam that keeps them secure, they flex and curl, making the delicate wrinkles that crisscross the skin even more pronounced. When your fingers first make contact, (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] whole body tenses immediately, and (if: $mname is "Taro")[he bites his](else:)[she bites her] lower lip to stop the flood of giggles. It feels more than a little exciting to learn this commanding, confident (if: $mname is "Taro")[man](else:)[woman], who has had a kind of control over you since the moment you met, has feet just as ticklish as yours. Perhaps even more ticklish; the lightest little scratch of (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] arches makes (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her] flinch and grunt. You quite enjoy these soft, teasing tickles, but you get the sense it won't be enough to make (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her] surrender.(set: $f to it +1)](elseif: $f is 1)[You pull the oil jug close, dip a hand in, and drizzle the slick oil over (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] wiggling toes. You feel almost childlike, fingerpainting clear, slippery figures on two frantically kicking canvases. The thought inspires you: you stretch (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] toes back, canvas-like, and sketch a series of little stick figures dancing across the taut skin. Through it all, (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] giggles grow increasingly desperate, and (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] body flails more and more urgently. (if: $mname is "Taro")[His](else:)[Her] feet are so ticklish that you could simply drag your fingertips lazily across them to keep (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her] laughing. But when you focus in on the undersides of (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] long toes, or scrabble five fingers up and down a narrow arch, your efforts are rewarded with even more explosive reactions. You know (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] can't handle it, that tickling (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] feet long and thoroughly enough would eventually break (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her].(set: $f to it +1)](else:)[You pick up one of the stiff brushes, and you catch (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] eyes flash—with excitement? Anticipation? Fear? Pride in you for taking initiative? (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] says nothing, and after letting it hover for a pregnant moment, you bring the bristles into contact with (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] still-oily feet. As you scrub across (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] arches and under (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] toes, you watch the tough exterior melt away, and you find in its place a squealing little (if: $mname is "Taro")[boy](else:)[girl], overwhelmed by the tickles. To say the brush is effective would be an understatement bordering on the criminal; "brutal" would be a more apt description. You drag the brush over (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] heel, and it finally dawns on you that you're going to make (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her] quit—possibly quite soon. The sense of control and dominance that gives you feels exquisitely hot.(set: $broken to it +2)(set: $spots to $spots - (a: "f"))] (set: $broken to it +1) (if: $broken > 3 and it <= 5)[In between helpless giggles, $mname shoots you a look of defiance.](elseif: $broken > 5 and it <= 7)[$mname's energy is flagging, but (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] still won't quit.](elseif: $broken > 7 and it <= 9)[You still haven't broken (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her], but your efforts are certainly having the desired effect.](elseif: $broken >=10)["Stop, stop! I yield!" $mname cries. "I will tell you the [[combination]]."](elseif: $broken <= 3)[$mname is grinning broadly, and seems to be enjoying (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her]self.](else:)[] (if: $spots contains "f")[(link-goto: "Keep tickling this area", "Mfeet")](else:)[] (if: $spots contains "rp")[(link-goto: "Move to $mname's upperbody", "Mupper")](else:)[] (if: $spots contains "g")[(link-goto: "Move to $mname's midsection", "Mlower")](else:)[] (if: $mname is "Taro")[(if: $spots contains "mc")[(link-goto: "Move to $mname's cock", "Mcock")](else:)[]](else:)[(if: $spots contains "ms")[(link-goto: "Move to $mname's sex", "Msex")](else:)[]]

(if: $mc is 0)[You let your hand drift between $mname's legs; when you glance up at his face, he's studying you bemusedly. Your fingers curl around his shaft, and you can't help but smile back as he reacts to your touch. He was already partially erect, but you run a finger up the underside of his shaft and he gets hard in seconds. You stroke him slowly, enjoying the way his eyelids flutter and his breathing deepens. You graze your fingertips down to his balls, and have to hold back giggles as they clench and jump at your touch. His hips buck slightly as you continue your exploration. You find especially ticklish spots all around his scrotum, and wiggling your fingers along either side of the base of his shaft sends him grunting and squirming. Despite the intensity of his reactions, he doesn't try to pull away, and the smile never leaves his face.(set: $mc to it +1)](elseif: $mc is 1)[You trace your fingertips up and down his manhood until he's swollen and throbbing. His groans of pleasure turn you on even more than you expected, but you resist the urge to give him too much satisfaction. The crueler you are, the more he seems to enjoy it. Perhaps that's why such a creatively mean idea pops into your head. You dip your fingers into the jar, and coat his cock with oil until it's slick and glistening. You take him into your slippery hand, squeezing and pumping much harder than before. His gutteral moans and trembling stomach tell you how much he enjoys it. He curses under his breath, and draws his face close to yours; your mouths meet for only a moment before your next stroke makes him pull back again, gasping. "Do not stop!" He's not telling you anymore, but begging. "I am so close ..."(set: $mc to it +1)](else:)[It only takes a few more firm pumps of his manhood to push him over the edge. He cries out, head thrown back in ecstasy, and a spurt of thick ejaculate splatters to the floor. "Thank you," he groans, as his erection twitches through the last echoes of his orgasm. Something about his tip catches your eye—perhaps because it's so engorged it's almost purple, or because a thin droplet still hangs off of him. Whatever causes it, you absentmindedly drag your slippery fingertips across his head, and discover a new way to torture him. He tries to pull away, but you grip his still-hard shaft with one hand and keep teasing him with the other. Every light, tickly touch makes him scream and thrash. Whether it's because it hurts or tickles, you can't tell, and you think perhaps neither can he. What's clear is that he's unendurably sensitive, and the tiniest flicks of your finger make him howl in overwhelmed agony.(set: $broken to it +2)(set: $spots to $spots - (a: "mc"))] (set: $broken to it +1) (if: $broken > 3 and it <= 5)[In between helpless moans, $mname shoots you a look of defiance.](elseif: $broken > 5 and it <= 7)[$mname's energy is flagging, but he refuses to quit.](elseif: $broken > 7 and it <=9)[You still haven't broken him, but your efforts are certainly having the desired effect.](elseif: $broken >=10)["Stop, stop! I yield!" $mname cries. "I will tell you the [[combination]]."](elseif: $broken <= 3)[$mname is grinning broadly, and seems to be enjoying himself.](else:)[] (if: $spots contains "mc")[(link-goto: "Keep stroking his manhood", "Mcock")](else:)[] (if: $spots contains "rp")[(link-goto: "Move to $mname's upperbody", "Mupper")](else:)[] (if: $spots contains "g")[(link-goto: "Move to $mname's midsection", "Mlower")](else:)[] (if: $spots contains "f")[(link-goto: "Move to $mname's feet", "Mfeet")](else:)[]

(if: $ms is 0)[Your hand drifts down between $mname's legs. Her eyes flash, and rather than putting up some resistance, she actually parts her knees a little further. Her folds are glistening with moisture before you make contact. Tough as she is, it's difficult to wrap your head around her slipping so easily into a submissive role, but her body language speaks for itself. Your fingers slip between her folds, and she moans softly. You feel a flood of arousal coat your finger; when you pull your hand away, a string of moisture hangs on for a moment before breaking. When your hand returns, she shamelessly grinds herself against it. It quickly becomes a little game—you keeping your finger just at the edge of her reach, and her writhing and bucking to take as much pleasure as you'll give her. You nearly get lost in it ... teasing her; making her fight for your touch. The control is intoxicating, in a way, and you can imagine yourself keeping this up all night.(set: $ms to it +1)](elseif: $ms is 1)[You drag a finger through her sex, then—spurred by a sudden, unexplainable urge—dip that finger into your mouth and let her moisture settle on your tongue. Her jaw goes slack, an expression of pleasure mixed with surprise. You didn't know what you expect, but somehow this wasn't it: she tastes mild, but slightly cloying. Overcome with desire, you lean in close and press your mouth to hers. The pleasure you feel when she kisses back is intoxicating. Your hand falls back to her womanhood, and you touch her with an urgency that betrays your own need. You turn your eyes downward, drawn by the quiverring of her hips; she moans into your ear, and breathes a single word, "Yes." Your finger circles her clit a few times, then plunges into her. She makes love to your hand, grunts steadily rising in pitch and frequency. "Keep going." Her voice is agonized; this isn't an order, but a plea for relief. "I am so close ..."(set: $ms to it +1)](else:)[You press the heel of your hand against her clit, and at the same time stroke her insides with a curled finger. She cries out, and her entire body is rocked by a violent shudder. A stream of thin liquid dribbles out of her, soaking your hand and the floor between her legs. "Thank you," she murmurs, before planting several grateful kisses on your neck. It takes you a moment to recall that your goal isn't to satisfy her, but to make her surrender. To that end, you slip your finger out and flick it lightly across her engorged button. She reacts immediately, yanking her hips as far away from your hand as the restraints allow. It's not far enough, though, and you easily find her clit again. She lets out a chuckle of begruging admiration, followed by a high, whimpering moan. You briefly think she's nearing a second climax, but it soon becomes clear that your attention offers more torment than pleasure, and she's becoming more ticklishly oversensitive with each successive stroke.(set: $broken to it +2)(set: $spots to $spots - (a: "ms"))] (set: $broken to it +1) (if: $broken > 3 and it <= 5)[In between helpless moans, $mname shoots you a look of defiance.](elseif: $broken > 5 and it <= 7)[$mname's energy is flagging, but she still won't quit.](elseif: $broken > 7 and it <=9)[You still haven't broken her, but your efforts are certainly having the desired effect.](elseif: $broken >=10)["Stop, stop! I yield!" $mname cries. "I will tell you the [[combination]]."](elseif: $broken <= 3)[$mname is grinning broadly, and seems to be enjoying herself.](else:)[] (if: $spots contains "ms")[(link-goto: "Keep stroking her womanhood", "Msex")](else:)[] (if: $spots contains "rp")[(link-goto: "Move to $mname's upperbody", "Mupper")](else:)[] (if: $spots contains "g")[(link-goto: "Move to $mname's midsection", "Mlower")](else:)[] (if: $spots contains "f")[(link-goto: "Move to $mname's feet", "Mfeet")](else:)[]

(if: $rp is 0)[The ridges of muscle stretched tight over (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] thin frame make you suspect (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] body might not be ticklish—like (if: $mname is "Taro")[he's](else:)[she's] too strong, somehow. That makes it all the more pleasing when you wriggle your fingers lightly across (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] ribs, and you see those muscles tense and flex under (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] dark brown skin. It doesn't make (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her] laugh, but (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] little jumps and grunts are nearly as enjoyable, in their own way, as (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] laughter would be. Though the softer touch works well enough under (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] arms, it really shines when your hands follow the curve of (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] ribcage around to (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] back. (if: $mname is "Taro")[His](else:)[Her] shoulders shake violently, and you even get some noises that almost sound like laughter. (if: $mname is "Taro")[He's](else:)[She's] definitely ticklish there, though this light approach probably won't be the thing that breaks (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her].(set: $rp to it +1)](elseif: $rp is 1)[It's a funny thing—when your fingers cavort around under (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] arms, (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] shrieking laughter, twinkling eyes, and broad smile all indicate (if: $mname is "Taro")[he's](else:)[she's] having the time of (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] life. From the neck down, though, (if: $mname is "Taro")[he's](else:)[she's] fighting for all (if: $mname is "Taro")[he's](else:)[she's] worth to escape it. That's why tickling is so exhausting, you think; even someone who loves it, as you're quite sure $mname does, can't help but struggle until their muscles ache. Your mind can wander like this while tickling (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] armpits, because they're so very easy to tickle. Flicks, pokes, strokes, and prods, all send (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her] bouncing and reeling. (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] could ask you to stop, but (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] doesn't. You can't think of any way the two of you could have more pure, uncomplicated fun than this. You could honestly do this for hours, though you also know there are much faster ways to get what you want.(set: $rp to it +1)](else:)[Your hunt for particularly sensitive spots yields a gem just under (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] armpits, along the top of (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] ribcage. Rapidly vibrating two fingers against this spot makes (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her] wail and shake (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] head, as though (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] badly wants to beg for mercy but can't form the words. The muscles in (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] back bulge; (if: $mname is "Taro")[he's](else:)[she's] trying so hard to lower (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] arms that (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] would break the chain if (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] had the strength. The chain holds, and your hands stay in this spot, despite all (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] frenetic attempts to extricate them. You vary the pressure, pause now and then for a second, and change the axis of your wiggling, but every new tactic simply causes a fresh outburst of roaring laughter. Anything you do to this spot tickles (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her] terribly, but rubbing your knuckles across it really tortures (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her]. When (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] starts to wheeze, struggling to catch (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] breath between attacks, you consider softening your touch to allow (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her] some respite. Then again, if the goal is to break (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her] ... (set: $broken to it +2)(set: $spots to $spots - (a: "rp"))] (set: $broken to it +1) (if: $broken > 3 and it <= 5)[Between helpless giggles, $mname shoots you a look of defiance.](elseif: $broken > 5 and it <= 7)[$mname's energy is flagging, but (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] still won't quit.](elseif: $broken > 7 and it <=9)[You still haven't broken (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her], but your efforts are certainly having the desired effect.](elseif: $broken >=10)["Stop, stop! I yield!" $mname cries. "I will tell you the [[combination]]."](elseif: $broken <= 3)[$mname is grinning broadly, and seems to be enjoying (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her]self.](else:)[] (if: $spots contains "rp")[(link-goto: "Keep tickling this area", "Mupper")](else:)[] (if: $spots contains "g")[(link-goto: "Move to $mname's midsection", "Mlower")](else:)[] (if: $spots contains "f")[(link-goto: "Move to $mname's feet", "Mfeet")](else:)[] (if: $mname is "Taro")[(if: $spots contains "mc")[(link-goto: "Move to $mname's cock", "Mcock")](else:)[]](else:)[(if: $spots contains "ms")[(link-goto: "Move to $mname's sex", "Msex")](else:)[]]

(if: $g is 0)[As you jab a finger tentatively into (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] firm, flat stomach, (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] merely gives a bemused shake of the head. (if: $mname is "Taro")[His](else:)[Her] stomach doesn't appear to be ticklish. You persevere, though, and discover that the closer you get toward (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] sides, the more (if: $orient is "m")[he](else:)[she] grunts and twists to avoid the attack. This proves an easy defense to beat; when you squeeze the tender flesh just under (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] ribs with both hands, the tough exterior seems to dissolve in a sea of (if: $mname is "Taro")[boyish](else:)[girlish] giggles. In fact, this technique appears very effective. (if: $mname is "Taro")[His](else:)[Her] bouncing and squirming—vain efforts to escape your touch—do little to stop the tickling, and (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] laughter seems to rise in pitch whenever you find a new, more sensitive spot to explore.(set: $g to it +1)](elseif: $g is 1)[Your hands leap down to (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] thighs, and the frantic reaction feels like a victory. (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] bucks and kicks, but the position doesn't allow much movement, and you easily maintain your grip on the ticklish legs. All (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] attempts to choke back the laughter fail; the dam bursts, and a torrent of hoots and guffaws pour out. You experiment further. Squeezing the flesh just above (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] knees makes (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] legs spasm and shake, but as your hands climb toward (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] groin, you hear a tinge of panic mixed in with the other noises. (if: $mname is "Taro")[His](else:)[Her] movements look less and less like someone fighting to protect themselves, and more like the involuntary thrashing of one whose control is rapidly slipping away.(set: $g to it +1)](else:)[Your hands slide into the pockets of flesh where legs meet body. (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] howls, eyes shut tight, expression frozen in a rictus of forced mirth. You almost stop yourself, but that whiff of sympathy is immediately overpowered by the joy, triumph, and arousal you feel when (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] screams. And scream (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] does, thrashing violently and laughing at the very top of (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] lungs. (if: $mname is "Taro")[He's](else:)[She's] incredibly ticklish here; (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] reaction is desperate—pained, even—when you dig in around the front of (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] pelvis. Remembering that (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] surrendered (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her]self to this, knowing how it would feel ... you wonder whether (if: $orient is "m")[he](else:)[she] wanted you to find this spot, or rather hoped you'd skip it. You'll have to ask (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] later, as after barely a minute of this, (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] can't even catch (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] breath to laugh.(set: $broken to it +2)(set: $spots to $spots - (a: "g"))] (set: $broken to it +1) (if: $broken > 3 and it <= 5)[In between helpless giggles, $mname shoots you a look of defiance.](elseif: $broken > 5 and it <= 7)[$mname's energy is flagging, but (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] still won't quit.](elseif: $broken > 7 and it <=9)[You still haven't broken (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her], but your efforts are certainly having the desired effect.](elseif: $broken >=10)["Stop, stop! I yield!" $mname cries. "I will tell you the [[combination]]."](elseif: $broken <= 3)[$mname is grinning broadly, and seems to be enjoying (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her]self.](else:)[] (if: $spots contains "g")[(link-goto: "Keep tickling this area", "Mlower")](else:)[] (if: $spots contains "rp")[(link-goto: "Move to $mname's upperbody", "Mupper")](else:)[] (if: $spots contains "f")[(link-goto: "Move to $mname's feet", "Mfeet")](else:)[] (if: $mname is "Taro")[(if: $spots contains "mc")[(link-goto: "Move to $mname's cock", "Mcock")](else:)[]](else:)[(if: $spots contains "ms")[(link-goto: "Move to $mname's sex", "Msex")](else:)[]]

$mname takes in several lungfuls of air, sweaty and exhausted but clearly still very happy. "You have so much potential. I love it." After a few more deep breaths, (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] expression turns more serious. "Are you ready to open the lock?" You're ready. [["Tell me the combination."->mrelease]] Perhaps $mname can take care of (link-reveal: "something else first?")[ After all the excitement, feeling (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] hands on every part of your body, and then returning the favor ... you're desperately, painfully aroused. You can't think of anything but how badly you need release. You stand, fighting the powerful urge to touch yourself. Your eyes fix on $mname, then down between your legs, where (if: $sex is "p")[your manhood throbs at full attention.](else:)[you're dripping wet with need]. (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] understands your meaning. (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] licks (if: $orient is "m")[his](else:)[her] lips, and lets out a slow, heavy sigh. "[[Come here->take care of you]]."]

You tug on the chain, and the Mandonese Flowers fold open. As $mname is flexing (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] newly-freed hands, you also unbuckle (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] ankles. "$name ..." (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] seems momentarily overcome with emotion, but manages to pull (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her]self together. "You are now an Initiate. And one day, I will be so, so happy to welcome you fully into Calai's arms." The two of you share a long hug, broken only when (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] reminds you of the still-locked entrance. "Turn the dials to (print: $combo.join(", "))." [[Open the door->Door Lock]]

(if: $sex is "p")["Stand here," (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] instructs. You step over (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] bound arms and legs, stiff member only inches from (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] face. (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] looks up at you, eyes locked on yours, as (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] lips part and (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] takes you into (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] mouth. The warmth and wetness makes your legs quiver; you put your hands on the beam behind you to steady yourself. (if: $mname is "Taro")[His](else:)[Her] tongue swirls around you, and your hips rock forward and back to match the bobbing of (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] head. In this position, your hands are right next to (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] trapped feet—(link: "Tickle them?")[you drag your fingers up a vulnerable arch, then wiggle them under (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] curling toes. (if: $mname is "Taro")[He pulls his](else:)[She pulls her] head away from your cock and gasps. Your hand freezes, and for a moment you think you've done something wrong. (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] gives you an almost bashful look and says, "Please keep going," then goes down on you again. When your fingers resume their scribbling, (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] sucks even harder, fighting through the giggles to keep pleasuring you.] Now that (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she]'s no longer deliberately keeping you on edge, it takes you very little time to finish. The climax shakes your whole body, and leaves your legs so wobbly you nearly collapse onto (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her]. (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] swallows your emission, and lovingly licks you clean, until the sensation becomes too intense and you pull yourself away.](else:)["Turn around," (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] instructs. "And bend over." You step over (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] bound arms and legs, facing away from (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her], and fold at the waist until your elbows rest on the wooden beam. You feel (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] mouth, kissing a slow trail up the inside of your thigh, until (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] wet tongue finds its way into your folds. (if: $mname is "Taro")[His](else:)[Her] hot breath makes your legs shake, and you're thankful you have the beam to steady yourself. (if: $mname is "Taro")[His](else:)[Her] tongue flutters against your clit, and you grind yourself against (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] face. In this position, your hands are right next to (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] trapped feet—(link: "Tickle them?")[you drag your fingers up a vulnerable arch, then wiggle them under (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] curling toes. (if: $mname is "Taro")[He pulls his](else:)[She pulls her] head away from your sex and gasps. Your hand freezes, and for a moment you think you've done something wrong. (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] gives an almost bashful sigh and says, "Please keep going," then goes down on you again. When your fingers resume their scribbling, (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] licks even faster, fighting through the giggles to keep pleasuring you.] Now that (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she]'s no longer deliberately keeping you on edge, it takes you very little time to finish. The climax shakes your whole body, and leaves your legs so wobbly you nearly collapse onto (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her]. (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] lovingly laps the wetness from your thighs, and kisses your quivering lips until the sensation becomes too intense and you pull yourself away.] (link-goto: 'Release (if: $mname is "Taro")[him](else:)[her]', 'mrelease').

You swing the door open. The steamy air of the bathing room beyond smells almost nostalgic; though you were here perhaps two hours earlier, it feels like so much longer. You start to reach for your things piled on the floor, but $mname stops you and hands you a fresh tunic. It's white with red patterns around the edges—the uniform of an Initiate. The material is the same gauzy, semi-transparent fabric you gawked at before. You pull it on, too overwhelmed to express your gratitude, and (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] helps you gather your old things. You step out of the caves and into the night, so weary you fear you might fall asleep where you stand. Fortunately, (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] doesn't have to take you far—only to a long, low stone building just east of the Main Temple. As soon as you step inside, it becomes clear this is the Initiate's dormitory; a large common room, furnished with tables and chairs, is ringed by a dozen or so doors that lead to private bedrooms. $mname leads you to an open door and sets your things on the small shelf inside. "Your new home, at least for now," (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] says. (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] gives you another hug, then leaves you to get some [[badly-needed sleep->dream2]].

Given how tired you were when you went to bed, it's little surprise that you awaken to find the morning sun already streaming in through your window, and the sounds of activity outside your door. Still tired, you consider rolling over and staying under the blanket, but a nagging feeling between your legs convinces you otherwise—you're too horny to go back to sleep. You can't recall any details of the dream you had, but it must have been weirdly hot. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you get up and pull on your Initiate's tunic. You look down at yourself and come to the uncomfortable realization that the thin material clings to your body and does nothing to hide your (if: $sex is "p")[erection](else:)[stiff nipples] straining against the fabric. The noises outside continue—the scraping of wood on stone, cabinets opening and closing, and several excited voices. Since staying in your room forever would present all sorts of deeper problems, you try to stifle your embarassment. Nervously, you open the door and step out. A group of fellow Initiates sits on the floor in the center of the common room—those noises you heard must've been them pushing aside the furniture. To avoid sitting on the bare stone, they've rolled out a thick woven rug. It gives you some relief to see them all sporting nearly-transparent garb of their own. Like you, all are barefoot. "Ah! Good morning!" A short woman with a strong build and dark skin rises to her feet with a smile. "Sorry if we woke you; we didn't know any others were here yet." She has full lips and shoulder-length, copper-colored hair, and speaks with a strong Northern accent. If she feels any shame about the way her large breasts press against the tunic, she doesnt show it. She clasps your hand between both of hers and gives you a deep bow. "I'm Pyrra." She turns to the others. "We all met yesterday. This is Maijitte, Tsubrin, Goval, and Ti'el. And you are?" You introduce yourself, and begin to [[make their acquaintance]].(set: $Pyrra to 0)(set: $Maijitte to 0)(set: $Tsubrin to 0)(set: $Goval to 0)(set: $Tiel to 0)

Someone is holding you, skin to naked skin, your bare back pressed to their chest. Their body enfolds you; surrounds you. In fact, this isn't one, but many bodies, a tangle of flesh that holds you in a comforting embrace. They cover your arms, your legs, your eyes. You can't get a sense of how many there might be, or even what size or shape they are. But they press in on all sides, making you feel warm and safe. (if: $ds>7)[Suddenly, the bodies begin to move around you. Invisible hands stroke and caress and tickle you, too many to count or defend yourself from. You rapidly lose all sense of control, thrashing desperately but unable to stop or lessen the ticklish sensations covering every inch of your body. As you struggle in vain to escape, you begin to feel strangely [[turned on->New Wings]]...(set: $ds to it-1)](elseif: $ds<3)[Without knowing why, you begin to wiggle your fingers. The bodies all around you react instantly, squirming and squealing with laughter. You sense them trying to pull away, but they can't escape your grasp. The sense of power you feel is strangely [[arousing->New Wings]]...(set: $ds to it+1)](else:)[You hear laughter, somehow both distant and very close. It's a giggle, a scream, a sigh, all at once. Someone is being tickled, not far away ... you want to go to them, but the bodies hold you too close. You know, without knowing how or why, that your chance to join in is [[coming soon->New Wings]] ...]

(link: "Look at Maijitte")[You guess immediately that Maijitte is from Potemae; the shape of her face reminds you of the ticklish blonde you saw just a few days ago. Her golden hair reaches all the way to her ass, and she is strikingly attractive. Her beauty is tempered somewhat by the rather arrogant sneer on her face, though perhaps you would wear that expression, too, if you'd been born that gorgeous.] (link: "Look at Tsubrin")[As you regard him, Tsubrin offers a curt nod and smile. He's Yutoquan, by his baked-clay complexion, sharp grey eyes, and short, dusky hair. He seems tall and thin, though it's hard to tell from his seated position on the floor. If he seems abrupt, it's likely only because he's focused on the bound woman in his lap.] (link: "Look at Goval")[Goval, who lies restrained next to Maijitte, is massively broad and slightly chubby. His skin is bronze all over, and brown stubble covers both the top of his head and his lower jaw. His ankles are bound together, and his wrists are tied to his thighs, leaving him stretched flat. Despite the rope, he feebly waves a thick-fingered hand in greeting and shoots you a big, goofy grin.] (link: "Look at Ti'el")[Ti'el is tiny, easily the smallest among them, with gentle curves and soft features. It doesn't help that Tsubrin has her pulled into his lap, wrists bound behind her back and feet tied in front—the difference in stature makes her appear even shorter. Her close-cropped, coal-black hair frames a heart-shaped face, and her pale, rosy skin reddens considerably as you look at her. She offers a shy smile, but can't seem to meet your eyes—it's clear that though she's a willing participant, being bound in front of near-strangers is still a new experience for her.] "Please, join us," Pyrra says. "We won't have any duties until the other new folks arrive, so we were just playing a little game. Would you rather take our side, or throw your lot in with them?" This almost sounds like a threat, but you quickly realize she means nothing of the sort, and genuinely wants to know your preference. The thought of tickling a helpless stranger sounds (link-reveal: "incredibly hot.")[ Who will you tickle? [[Goval]] or [[Ti'el]] ] You're really beginning to love the feeling of (link-reveal: "fingers on your skin.")[ Who should tickle you? [[Pyrra]] or [[Maijitte]] or [[Tsubrin]] ] You've only just met them ... maybe you'd be more comfortable sitting back and [[watching]]. (if: $sex is "p")[(set: $Maijitte to it+1)(set: $Goval to it+1)(set: $Tiel to it+1)](else:)[(set: $Pyrra to it+1)(set: $Tsubrin to it+1)(set: $Goval to it+1)(set: $Tiel to it+1)](if: $ds<4)[(set: $Maijitte to it+1)(set: $Tsubrin to it+1)](elseif: $ds>6)[(set: $Tiel to it+1)](else:)[(set: $Goval to it+1)(set: $Pyrra to it+1)](if: $orient>5)[(set:$Goval to it+1)(set:$Tsubrin to it+1)](elseif: $orient<5)[(set:$Maijitte to it+1)(set: $Tiel to it+1)(set: $Pyrra to it+1)]

(set: $Goval to it +1)(set: $ds to it+1)You sit beside Goval, and he responds with a wink. "You like?" he asks in a heavy, barely intelligible accent, and wiggles a little in his restraints like he's showing off a dance move. His silly attitude is infectious; you can't help but laugh. "This large specimen was raised in the distant west," Maijitte says, pulling Goval's tied feet into her lap. "He attempts to speak Syrrican, but thus far, he seems only capable of flirtation." You decide not to comment on her own speech, which seems to mix Yutoquan formality with a Potemaec accent. She rubs the man's large feet, then tries to sneak her wiggling fingers under his tied toes. You watch him grit his teeth and try to endure it, but within seconds he kicks his legs so hard she gets knocked backward. You realize he must be incredibly ticklish there. "Sorry!" he calls out. "No toes!" "No toes?" Maijitte repeats, incredulous. "We shall see about 'no toes' ... $name, restrain his legs!" You straddle his thighs and brace yourself for a wild ride. Maijitte hikes up her tunic, sits on his shins, and grapevines her legs around his ankles, so he can't move an inch without lifting the both of you. As all ten of her fingers begin to crawl up his foot, you think you see him shaking from the effort of trying to hold still. Then, she reaches his toes. He nearly kicks you both off—he really is incredibly strong— but Maijitte holds on for dear life, and you manage to quickly recover your position. The next kick is noticably weaker than the first, and soon he's roaring with laughter and spouting what you can only assume are expletives in his native tongue. One thing that needs no translation is the other part of his reaction—despite his protests, the attention is making him noticably aroused. You're just starting to dig in to his hips when the front door swings open, and your game is [[interrupted]].

(set: $Tiel to it +1)(set: $ds to it+1)When you sit in front of Ti'el, she finally manages to look directly at you. Her emerald-green eyes appear almost too large for her face; as you look into them, they seem to be sending a hundred different messages all at once. You find her nervousness irresistibly cute. She chuckles anxiously. "Hi. Um, $name, right?" She looks down again. "Sorry, I'm just ..." She squirms against the rope. "Are you gonna ... ?" "Your waist is astounding," Tsubrin interrupts. "My fingers stretch nearly your entire circumference." His voice sounds far off, like he's so taken by the size of her body, he doesn't realize you can hear him. Before either of you can respond, he demonstrates his point by squeezing her waist with both hands. Ti'el squeaks and kicks her legs; her bound feet land directly in your lap. She's blushing even harder now. You hesitate, second-guessing whether you should really torment a creature so helpless and adorable. Then her eyes meet yours again; all the uncertainty is completely gone, and she burns with unambiguous desire. She might not be able to say it aloud, but she desperately wants to be tickled. You hold her ankles with one hand and give her soft pink arches an experimental tickle. She squeals and tries to pull away from your hands, but Tsubrin chooses that moment to continue his squeezing motions up her ribcage. Soon her sweet, musical giggles fill the room. She shuts her eyes and worries at her lip in an attempt to hide her reactions, but you're fairly certain you hear a few moans mixed in with the laughter. As you're reaching up to test her pale thighs, the front door swings open, and your little game is [[interrupted]].

(set: $Pyrra to it +1)(set: $ds to it-1)Pyrra leads you to a spot on the rug between the other two captives, and uncoils a length of rope—one of several gathered around the room. She has you lay on your stomach, ties your wrists together behind your back, then pulls your feet up to your butt and secures your ankles to your wrists. As you're thinking how impressed you are by her efficiency at restraining you, her fingers scrabble across your foot. She starts right in the center of your foot, (if: $worst is "foot")[and despite your best efforts, you just can't hide how bad it tickles. You grunt and squeal as she attacks your trapped arches, groan as she works her fingers down to your heels, and thrash frantically as she pokes around under your wiggling toes. She even tests the tops of your feet, which are nearly as sensitive as the bottoms. Her fingers crawl up and down your tender feet for what feels like an eternity.(set: $Pyrra to it+1)](else:)[walks her fingers down to your heel, then back up to your toes. She covers every inch of your sensitive feet in tickles, searching for any hint of frenzy or desperation that might reveal an especially bad spot.] You try to worm your way across the rug, so she straddles your body, pinning your hips between her strong legs and trapping your helpless feet within easy reach of her devious fingers. You're nearly ready to start pleading for mercy when the front door swings open, and your little game is [[interrupted]].

(set: $Maijitte to it +1)(set: $ds to it-1)You settle onto the rug next to Maijitte. "Be warned," she says, lips curling into a cruel grin. "The lateness of our acquaintance does not oblige me to treat you gently." She speaks your language with the formality of Yutoquan training, though her Potemaec accent still comes through. There's really no response you can give to her implied threat, so you shrug and stay quiet as she ties your hands behind you. She has you lay on your back, sits between your knees, and pulls your hips up into her lap so your legs wrap around her body. Before you can ruminate over how exposed you are, her hands find your knees. She alternates between very gentle squeezes and grazing her fingernails—which you now realize are rather long and sharp—across the skin. She even manages to scritch behind your knees.(if: $worst is "legs")[ You turn into a puddle almost instantly; you want to scream, but her touch is so light you merely quiver and shake. From the way her eyes light up, she knows she's hit a bad spot.(set: $Maijitte to it+1)](else:)[] You kick and try to scoot away, but she simply grabs your legs and pulls you back in. Those awful nails start spider-walking up your thighs, making you jump and buck.(if: $worst is "legs")[ This area is somehow even worse, and your desperate laughter only seems to make her happier.](else:)[] Embarrassingly, as her fingers crawl up toward your groin, crossing under the hem of your tunic, she has a perfect view of how incredibly turned on you're getting. You find yourself hoping she'll stroke and tease you—though the mix of pleasure and tickling would be torturous, something inside you craves it. Just before she reaches your (if: $sex is "p")[manhood](else:)[sex], though, the front door swings open, and your little game is [[interrupted]].

(set: $Tsubrin to it +1)(set: $ds to it-1)You take a seat next to Tsubrin, and he passes the blushing Ti'el into Pyrra's lap. He seems more than happy to turn his attention to you, and quickly grabs a long coil of rope from a bin nearby. "Perhaps an experiment is in order ..." Whatever he might mean by that, he's immediately so focused on tying you that he doesn't say another word. He binds your wrists together in front of you, then pulls them behind your head. He continues wrapping the rope around your upper arms, and you realize that this will leave your upper body almost completely exposed, as you'll be unable to bring your wrists forward. He sits behind you, and you feel his long fingers begin crawling down from your elbows. You twist and squirm, but as they descend your bound arms, you know you can't avoid their destination. His fingers finally reach your sensitive pits, stroking and squeezing with abandon. (if: $worst is "ua")["This seems to elicit a //considerable// reaction," he teases, as you squeal and thrash around in his arms. He seems genuinely delighted by your reactions, and shows it by lingering under your arms for what feels to you like an eternity. (set: $Tsubrin to it+1)](else:)[You flinch and giggle as his fingers examine every inch of skin.] Once he's satisfied he's examined your underarms thoroughly, he starts down your ribs, varying his pressure and direction with maddening speed. You try to twist away, but his hands simply follow, your feeble escape attempts almost beneath their notice. Before he can complete his full survey of your torso, the front door swings open and your little game is [[interrupted]].

You shyly decline Pyrra's offer. She seems slightly disappointed, but by the time you've pulled a chair into a good vantage point, Maijitte has enlisted her to help with Goval, and she appears to have all but forgotten you. Maijitte gives the man's enormous feet an experimental scratch, and he reflexively kicks so hard she falls over. Pyrra scrambles to sit on the large man's hips, while Maijitte traps his ankles between her long legs and wiggles her fingers under his toes. Meanwhile, Tsubrin has begun exploring Ti'el's unprotected sides with his long fingers. She glances to you, either wishing for help or hoping to find you looking elsewhere. When your eyes meet, she immediately looks away and blushes. She seems ticklish everywhere, and her musical giggles fill the room as Tsubrin's fingers crawl across her belly. As you watch, you catch her fighting through the sensations to press herself against his body, nonverbally asking him to continue rather than trying to escape. When your eyes turn back to Goval, he's either in Paradise or The Dark Realm, and you can't determine which. Maijitte maintains her tight grip on his feet, both hands scrabbling her long, rather sharp fingernails over his broad arches. Pyrra lays her body across his chest and digs into his ribs with both hands. The two women bounce like they're riding an untamed bull, as Goval bucks and roars with laughter. You hear a piercing squeal from Ti'el, and discover that Tsubrin's fingers have found her tiny feet. Before he gets a chance to really attack them though, the front door swings open and your little game is [[interrupted]].

(css: "font-size:150%")[Chapter IV] A round figure in thick red robes enters the common room, flanked by two others wearing white cloaks. The Wingman of Calai smirks at you and claps his hands to get everyone's attention. "Ha ha! Already getting to know each other! very good! But now, we must get to business." You catch expressions of disappointment on more than one face as your fellow Initiates help each other out of bondage. Once everyone's free, you pull the tables and chairs back into place, and take a seat along a semi-circle around the Wingman. The two newcomers each remove their cloaks, revealing the thin Initiate's tunic beneath, and find a seat. "Introductions are in order. I am Wingman Botto, and it is my pleasure to impart upon you all the traditions and history of this Temple. I can answer any questions you have. Oh, and ..." Botto turns to Goval, and speaks in a language thick with consonants. Goval's eyes light up; he nods and replies with a thickly-accented, "Yes. Thank you." "Most of you have met," Botto continues. "We have Tsubrin of Imperial City Yutoqua, Ti'el of Ota, Pyrra of Mandon, $name of Syricca, Maijette of Potemae, and Goval of the Ad-Gar Tribes. And allow me to introduce Sarren of Samull, and Lau of Syricca." (if: $orient<=5)[(set: $LauG to "w")](else:)[(set: $LauG to "m")] (link: "Look at Sarren")[Sarren is tall and rather handsome, with all the bearing and posture of a great athlete. Through the semi-transparent Initiate's tunic, you can see the outline of a bulging, muscular frame. His skin is ochre-yellow, and his straight, white hair hangs down past his square jaw.](set: $Sarren to 0) (link: "Look at Lau")[You're rather pleased to find another native of your homeland among these diverse Initiates. Shaggy brown hair hangs over (if: $LauG is "w")[her](else:)[his] eyes, so you can't be sure where the wry smile underneath is directed. (if: $LauG is "w")[She](else:)[He] is strikingly (if: $LauG is "w")[pretty](else:)[handsome], though you can't help but notice (if: $LauG is "w")[the slender manhood under her tunic.](else:)[the small, girlish breasts under his tunic.]](set: $Lau to 2) "You eight are the newest crop of Initiates to the Great Temple of Calai," Botto continues. "Your devotion and adherance to our custom will honor the Princess of Love. But more than that, by loving each other, and experiencing the joys and sorrows of that love, you continue a tradition that began even before this Temple was built. [[Many, many years ago ...]]"

**"Long ago, when the world was newly formed,"** Botto begins, **"people were far more savage and barbaric than they are today. They fought and killed each other over the slightest disagreement, never sparing the weak or infirm. Leaders gained and kept their grip on power through unbridled cruelty."** He scowls and gestures forcefully with his hands, emphasizing the brutality of it all. **"One such leader was known as Queen Litae. She ruled these lands; this mountain was her citadel, and the caves beneath it were her torture chambers."** The words leap from Botto's mouth as though given life of their own; he's really a very lively storyteller. **"The people lived in terror of her. Many attempts were made to overthrow her by violence, but each only made her colder and more vicious."** He raises a single finger, as though he's gotten a sudden idea. **"One day, a man named Zann came to this land. He saw that the people did not have hope or love. So he went to Cold Queen Litae, and gave himself to her, saying, 'Take me, and use my body as you wish, but do not harm these people any longer.' Litae stripped Zann of his clothing and possessions, placed him in chains, and locked him deep beneath the mountain. "Zann was thought lost forever. But [[Calai intervened ...]]** (if: $sex is "p")[(set: $Sarren to it+1)](if: $ds>6)[(set: $Sarren to it+1)](elseif: $ds<4)[(set: $Lau to it+1)](if: $orient>5)[(set: $Sarren to it+1)]

**"Calai, Princess of Love, saw Zann's sacrifice, and She was greatly moved. When Cold Queen Litae went down into the caves to torture Zann, Calai touched her heart, so that the Queen could not tear his flesh or break his bones."** Botto's expression is blissful. **"Instead, she trailed her sharp fingernails along his bare skin, tickling him from the tips of his fingers to his helpless, sensitive toes." "Now, Zann was horribly ticklish, so this was torture enough. Still he bore it, for nine full days of unending persecution." "And Calai saw his endurance, and was moved. She touched his heart, so that the tickle torture might make him feel as much pleasure as torment. Cold Queen Litae continued to tickle Zann, for eighteen full days. But Calai's Gift made his agony blissful, and every night he smiled and thanked the Queen, because he had grown to love her."** He's all but singing now, and each word seems louder and more dramatic than the last. **"On the twenty-seventh day, Calai saw his love and was moved a third time. She touched Litae's heart once again, that Litae might love Zann in return. That night, Litae released him from his chains, and they drank of the sacred wine, and they made love until the morning sun trumpeted a new dawn!"** He throws his hands in the air in jubilation. Just as suddenly, his voice drops back to where he began the story. **"The people were set free, for they no longer feared the tyrant's whip. They built this great temple, that all who have received Calai's Gift may gather to honor Her. And we, who are so gifted, honor Her by remembering the sacrifice She loved and serving the people [[She saved]]."**

As Botto finishes the history, your fellow Initiates look around at each other in awed silence. You've been through a whirlwind of laughter, sex, and new sights and sensations. Some part of you—the part all too accustomed to your old life, of the same old faces, the same errands and chores, and the same sense that your homeland was all there was to the world—that part can't let go of the feeling that everything up to now has been a dream you'll soon wake up from. It's hard to believe that what you feel right now could ever be called 'normal'. And yet, Botto's words sing in your ears. You know they aren't his, really, but have been passed down through generations of teachers at this Temple. That the history of the Temple's founding, and of why the Lovers perform their sacred rituals, is a mysterious **truth** kept here only for those who have received and accepted Calai's Gift. Your peers in this room aren't just a random crowd of foreigners, or volunteers for an odd profession. The Princess of Love has chosen each of you. As your eyes pass from Initiate to Initiate, you start to feel a connection, a bond, even an affection for them. Finally, Botto speaks again. "Now that you have heard our history, your service to Calai can begin. Please, follow me. There is [[work to be done]]!"

Botto crosses the Temple grounds, taking strange, circuitous paths around the various monuments. It takes you a moment to realize he's carefully avoiding the crowds; though the morning sun has given way to a light drizzle, the Portico and several of the smaller altars are thronged with pilgrims. Following his path, you and the other seven Initiates cross the grounds virtually unnoticed. You reach one of the smaller pavillions, partially set into the mountainside. Hundreds of multicolored curtains hang between its marble columns, and you have to brush through several walls of heavy fabric to reach the interior. The reasons for this become apparent immediately: the curtains mute the bustling noise from without, and also the noise within. Though the pavillion sounded empty before you entered, the sound of several Lovers chanting gradually enters your hearing, and the scent of incense and a dizzying array of spices rises to your lungs. Botto pulls the eight of you into a tight huddle, close enough to hear and smell the ritual about to begin, but still hidden in the sea of hanging cloth. "Today, you help two young lovers unite," he explains, in the whisper of an actor intending his audience to hear the secret. "Their parents do not approve of their marriage, but will agree if The Temple gives its blessing. The couple is within, with their eyes covered. You will act as decoys, and we will see whether their love allows them to find each other in the darkness. Say nothing, and let me and the other Lovers guide your actions." He gives you only a moment to process the words, then disappears through the curtain. You gather yourself, and [[follow him inside]].

Recalling the other ceremonies you've witnessed, you pass into the interior expecting an elaborate arrangement. What you find exceeds even your high expectations, though: the inner room is dominated by a great wood-and-bronze wheel, set flat just above the floor around a massive central column. The wheel is additionally outfitted with leather straps along the upper side, and appears capable of rotating around its axel, though you can't fathom how. Two Lovers decked in red, one a bald man and the other a woman with long dark curls, are dancing in a slow circle. They are chanting in a language you don't understand, but their voices harmonize beautifully. As Botto approaches them, they subtly widen their arcs to incorporate him into it. He joins them with carefully practiced movements and a beautifully resonant bass voice. Inside this circle of dancers stands the couple, naked and swaying to the song. He is a little on the short side, tawny-skinned, with thin copper hair and a wispy beard. His fiancée is shorter still, with black hair and a deep umber complexion. Though their nudity makes it difficult to judge their social status, he carries the physical marks of a life already touched by hard labor, while she does not. You can begin to guess some reasons why their family didn't immediately approve the union. Still, they hold each other with unguarded affection, her head resting on his shoulder and his arms encircling her back. The Lovers' song ends, and Botto returns to your group with a bowl of sacred berry wine. As you pass it around, each one taking a drink, he gives further instructions: "Arrange yourselves in pairs; one active partner, and one passive. Once you have paired up, disrobe and join us around the wheel." [[Choose your partner]]

You scan the other seven Initiates, as Botto waits for you all to select partners. (link: "Goval")[You're not entirely sure Goval understood Botto's instructions, but when you look toward him, he gives you a nod and a big smile. (link: "Choose")[ You return his nod and prepare to [[join the rite]].(set: $partner to "Goval")(set: $pgen to "m")(set: $Goval to it +1)(replace: "Choose")[] ]] (link: "Lau")[Lau brushes a lock of hair away from (if: $orient is "w")[her](else:)[his] eyes and smiles back at you. (link: "Choose")[ You have to admit, (if: $orient is "w")[she's](else:)[he's] really cute. You smile back and [[join the rite]].(set: $partner to "Lau")(if: $orient is "w")[(set: $pgen to "f")](else:)[(set: $pgen to "m")](set: $Lau to it +1)(replace: "Choose")[] ]] (link: "Maijitte")[When your eyes meet Maijitte's, she merely cocks an eyebrow inquisitively. It feels like she's daring you to pick her. (link: "Choose")[ "You're submitting," she says bluntly. You sheepishly nod and follow her to [[join the rite]].(set: $partner to "Maijitte")(set: $pgen to "f")(set: $Maijitte to it +1)(replace: "Choose")[] ]] (link: "Pyrra")[Pyrra seems busy trying to decide not only who she should pair with, but the best choices for everyone else, too. When she realizes you're looking in her direction, she seems surprised, but happy. (link: "Choose")[ You take her hand, and the two of you [[join the rite]].(set: $partner to "Pyrra")(set: $pgen to "f")(set: $Pyrra to it +1)(replace: "Choose")[] ]] (link: "Sarren")[Sarren's expression is impassive, like he's content to wait until someone chooses him. When your eyes meet, you think you see the hint of a grin.(link: "Choose")[ You touch his arm, and he willingly follows you to [[join the rite]].(set: $partner to "Sarren")(set: $pgen to "m")(set: $Sarren to it +1)(replace: "Choose")[] ]] (link: "Ti'el")[Her eyes dart back and forth, a coy little grin on her lips. Ti'el wants to be picked, you can tell. (link: "Choose")[ You take her hand, and she gladly follows you to [[join the rite]].(set: $partner to "Ti'el")(set: $pgen to "f")(set: $Tiel to it +1)(replace: "Choose")[] ]] (link: "Tsubrin")[Tsubrin is eyeing the wheel contraption so studiously, you have to nudge him gently to get his attention. (link: "Choose")[ He seems surprised you've chosen him, but he happily goes with you to [[join the rite]].(set: $partner to "Tsubrin")(set: $pgen to "m")(set: $Tsubrin to it +1)(replace: "Choose")[] ]]

You and the other Initiates strip off your clothing—seems you've been doing this quite often lately. You suppose you'll just have to get used to it. You surround the massive wheel in four naked pairs, and the lovestruck couple makes five. As your eyes pass over the other bodies around you, you notice that Lau, despite (if: $orient is "w")[her feminine bearing, has a penis](else:)[his masculine bearing, has a vagina]. No one else seems to find this strange, so you shrug it off and await instructions from Botto. At his signal, the other Lovers blindfold the couple. Taking the (if: $orient is "w")[man](else:)[woman] by the arms, they guide (if: $orient is "w")[him](else:)[her] forward until (if: $orient is "w")[he](else:)[she] is kneeling on the wheel, (if: $orient is "w")[his](else:)[her] feet dangling off the outer edge. After a moment of awkwardness, it becomes clear that you and the other Initiates are supposed to follow their lead. (if: $partner is "Sarren")[Before you get a chance to step forward, Sarren climbs onto the wheel himself. Looks like you'll be the [[active]] one, this time.](else:)[You step forward, electing to take the [[passive]] role this time.] (if: $partner is "Maijitte")[You hesitate, but Maijitte gives you a pointed look. She was serious about you taking the [[passive]] role.](else:)[You gesture toward the wheel, and $partner allows you to take the [[active]] role.]

(set: $lees to (a: "aSarren", "aPyrra", "aTsubrin", "aTi'el"))(if: $orient is "w")[(set: $lees to it + (a: "ahusband"))](else:)[(set: $lees to it + (a: "awife"))](if: $partner is "Sarren")[(set: $lees to it - (a: "aSarren"))](elseif: $partner is "Pyrra")[(set: $lees to it - (a: "aPyrra"))](elseif: $partner is "Tsubrin")[(set: $lees to it - (a: "aTsubrin"))](elseif: $partner is "Ti'el")[(set: $lees to it - (a: "aTi'el"))](elseif: $partner is "Goval")[(set: $lees to it - (a: "aTi'el"))](elseif: $partner is "Lau")[(set: $lees to it - (a: "aTi'el"))](set: $lcount to 0)$partner takes (if: $pgen is "f")[her](else:)[his] place on the wheel, position mimicking that of the (if: $orient is "w")[man](else:)[woman] beside (if: $pgen is "f")[her](else:)[him]. The bald Lover pulls a thick leather strap across the (if: $orient is "w")[man's](else:)[woman's] calves, and you follow suit. You pass the strap over the back of $partner's legs, through the iron ring beside (if: $pgen is "f")[her](else:)[him], then cross it back over (if: $pgen is "f")[her](else:)[his] lap and buckle it in place. (if: $pgen is "f")[She](else:)[He] has some wiggle room, but the strap keeps (if: $pgen is "f")[her](else:)[his] legs pretty well trapped. Still following the bald Lover's lead, you push $partner's shoulders forward and strap (if: $pgen is "f")[her](else:)[his] forearms to the wheel, securing them in front of (if: $pgen is "f")[her](else:)[him]. Five naked bodies, different in their features but folded over themselves in near-perfect symmetry, cling to the massive wheel. They squirm, testing their restraints and seeking whatever comfort they can find in the position. Your eyes return to $partner; as you kneel behind (if: $pgen is "f")[her, her](else:)[him, his] feet and ass appear temptingly displayed. Reaching just a little further forward would give your full access to everything from (if: $pgen is "f")[her](else:)[his] armpits to (if: $pgen is "f")[her](else:)[his] hips. You're getting more than a little excited, just thinking about the possibilities. Before you get the chance to explore (if: $pgen is "f")[her](else:)[his] bare skin, you feel a stirring somewhere beneath you. There's a grinding sound, and a creak of straining leather, as the entire wheel begins to move. Its five occupants squirm in anticipation as the massive contraption picks up speed, then just as quickly begins to lose momentum. They travel around the circle once, twice, then slowly grind to a halt in a (link-goto: "new position", (either: ...$lees)).

(set: $lers to (a: "pMaijitte", "pLau", "pGoval", "pTi'el"))(if: $orient is "w")[(set: $lers to it + (a: "pwife"))](else:)[(set: $lers to it + (a: "phusband"))](if: $partner is "Maijitte")[(set: $lers to it - (a: "pMaijitte"))](elseif: $partner is "Lau")[(set: $lers to it - (a: "pLau"))](elseif: $partner is "Goval")[(set: $lers to it - (a: "pGoval"))](elseif: $partner is "Ti'el")[(set: $lers to it - (a: "pTi'el"))](elseif: $partner is "Pyrra")[(set: $lers to it - (a: "pGoval"))](elseif: $partner is "Tsubrin")[(set: $lers to it - (a: "pGoval"))](set: $lcount to 0)You take your place on the wheel, with Sarren on your left and the would-be (if: $orient is "w")[husband](else:)[wife] on your right. Even with the cloth over (if: $orient is "w")[his](else:)[her], (if: $orient is "w")[his](else:)[her] wine- and lust-drunk expression is easy to read. As (if: $orient is "w")[he](else:)[she] kneels beside you, the bald Lover pulls a thick leather strap across (if: $orient is "w")[his](else:)[her] calves, pinning (if: $orient is "w")[his](else:)[her] lower legs against the surface of the wheel. The strap passes through an iron ring, then returns back over the (if: $orient is "w")[man's](else:)[woman's] thighs, forcing (if: $orient is "w")[him](else:)[her] to sit back and trapping (if: $orient is "w")[his](else:)[her] legs under (if: $orient is "w")[his](else:)[her] body. $partner copies this action with your legs; the straps allow just enough slack for you to shift into a comfortable position, but actually wriggling free is a much taller order. Still following the bald Lover's example, $partner pushes your shoulders forward and secures your forearms to the wheel with another strap. This folded posture allows you to protect your legs and stomach, a fact that comes as no small relief. Still, you can sense that your feet, ass, and sides will all be tempting targets once the action begins. Before you can start to imagine the sensations of $partner's fingers crawling over your exposed skin, you feel a stirring somewhere beneath you. There's a grinding sound, and a creak of straining leather, as the entire wheel begins to move. You and the other occupants squirm in anticipation as the massive contraption picks up speed, then just as quickly begins to lose momentum. You travel around the circle once, twice, then slowly grind to a halt in a new position.

Lau (set: $lees to it - (a: "aLau")) (set: $lcount to it +1)(if: $lcount >= 2)[(set: $lees to it + (a: "a$partner"))] (link-goto: "The wheel spins again", (either: ...$lees))

Tsubrin (set: $lees to it - (a: "aTsubrin")) (set: $lcount to it +1)(if: $lcount >= 2)[(set: $lees to it + (a: "a$partner"))] (link-goto: "The wheel spins again", (either: ...$lees))

Sarren (set: $lees to it - (a: "aSarren")) (set: $lcount to it +1)(if: $lcount >= 2)[(set: $lees to it + (a: "a$partner"))] (link-goto: "The wheel spins again", (either: ...$lees))

Pyrra (set: $lees to it - (a: "aPyrra")) (set: $lcount to it +1)(if: $lcount >= 2)[(set: $lees to it + (a: "a$partner"))] (link-goto: "The wheel spins again", (either: ...$lees))

Goval (set: $lees to it - (a: "aGoval")) (set: $lcount to it +1)(if: $lcount >= 2)[(set: $lees to it + (a: "a$partner"))] (link-goto: "The wheel spins again", (either: ...$lees))

Ti'el (set: $lees to it - (a: "aTi'el")) (set: $lcount to it +1)(if: $lcount >= 2)[(set: $lees to it + (a: "a$partner"))] (link-goto: "The wheel spins again", (either: ...$lees))

husband (set: $lees to it - (a: "ahusband")) (set: $lcount to it +1)(if: $lcount >= 2)[(set: $lees to it + (a: "a$partner"))] (link-goto: "The wheel spins again", (either: ...$lees))

wife (set: $lees to it - (a: "awife")) (set: $lcount to it +1)(if: $lcount >= 2)[(set: $lees to it + (a: "a$partner"))] (link-goto: "The wheel spins again", (either: ...$lees))

"I was in the market recently," you begin. "It was full of interesting people. There was a young spice merchant, with large dark eyes, and braided hair down past her waist—she was so beautiful!" Jazbe nods eagerly, delighted to share in your secrets. "Then again," you continue, "I also met a traveling craftsman. He was fit and handsome, and he kept hinting that he'd like to see me again when he returns." "So?" Jazbe demands. "Which one were you more attracted to?" (link: 'The merchant woman')[(set:$orient to 3)(replace: 'The flirty craftsman')[](replace: 'I liked them both')[](show: ?sound)You grin foolishly and shrug. "Well, when she smiled at me ..." "I knew it!" Jazbe chuckles. "You always did get weak around pretty girls."] (link: 'The flirty craftsman')[(set:$orient to 7)(replace: 'The merchant woman')[](replace: 'I liked them both')[](show: ?sound)You grin foolishly and shrug. "Something about the way he talked ..." "Really?" Jazbe's eyebrows arch. "I didn't expect you to fall for a honey-tongued man."] (link: 'I liked them both')[(set:$orient to 5)(replace: 'The flirty craftsman')[](replace: 'The merchant woman')[](show: ?sound)You grin foolishly and shrug. "They were both pretty wonderful." Jazbe chuckles and shakes her head. "My mother would call that indecisive. Just sounds to me like you have double the options!"] |sound)[You both dissolve into giddy laughter. You can't quite say why, but you've been feeling silly and light-hearted since you got here. Just as you're about to turn your attention back to the berries, you see the smile vanish from Jazbe's face. "Do you hear that?" she whispers. [[You stop to listen ...]] ]

The mysterious voice calls again: **"Even if She demands all you possess?"** "My heart is Hers," the muffled voice intones. The twelve red-clad officiants clutch at the Initiate's garment, ripping and tossing shreds of white cloth aside until the young (if: $orient < 4)[man](else:)[woman] underneath is completely exposed. (if: $orient < 4)[His](else:)[Her] body is lean, with copper-colored hair and the palest skin you've ever seen. (if: $orient < 4)[His](else:)[Her] hips are already jerking fitfully, as though (if: $orient < 4)[his](else:)[her] need is too strong to be restrained. As your own arousal increases, you struggle to process these intense feelings. You're somehow very sure that you'll never forget what you're about to see. You gaze at the naked body on the altar. (if: $orient < 4)[You've always found yourself more attracted to women; the thought of witnessing this man's torment is ... (link-reveal: "Actually an enormous turn-on.")[(set:$orient to it+1)(show:?voice)(replace: "Only confirming it.")[]] (link-reveal: "Only confirming it.")[(set:$orient to it-1)(show:?voice)(replace: "Actually an enormous turn-on.")[]]](elseif: $orient >= 7)[You've always found yourself more attracted to men; the thought of witnessing this woman's torment is ... (link-reveal: "Actually an enormous turn-on.")[(set:$orient to it-1)(show:?voice)(replace: "Only confirming it.")[]] (link-reveal: "Only confirming it.")[(set:$orient to it+1)(show:?voice)(replace: "Actually an enormous turn-on.")[]]](else:)[You know that watching this woman's torment will be an enormous (link-reveal: "turn-on.")[(show:?voice)]] |voice)[**"Even if She demands your senses?"** "My heart is Hers." An officiant wraps a soft red cloth over the (if: $orient <= 4)[man's](else:)[woman's] eyes. Another officant steps away from the altar to collect a bowl of wine. The pale figure opens (if: $orient <= 4)[his](else:)[her] mouth, and takes a long, deep swallow. You can only imagine what so much of a drink that strong must do. **"Even if She demands your freedom?"** "My heart is Hers." The officiants' hands fall on (if: $orient <= 4)[his](else:)[her] limbs, stretching and pinning the helpless figure to the altar. **"The oath has been taken. Let this initiate's [[Flowering]] begin."**]

Wingman Botto opens a closet near the front door, and hands each of you a white cloak to put on over your tunics. "I'm happy to see you're already familiar with each other," he explains. "But our visitors don't always share in our understanding of Calai's Love. Wings and Initiates need not be modest with each other, but it's better that you cover up when we go outside." Once you've all laced your sandals and wrapped the cloaks around your bodies, Botto leads you out onto the grounds. The Temple is just as busy as it was yesterday, with dozens of visitors seeking aid or offering sacrifice to the Princess. The sight of Botto's rotund figure, trailed by a throng of fresh-faced youths in spotless white, causes the great crowd to fall quiet and part before you. You become aware that hundreds of eyes are on you now, the obvious import of your mission radiating to all who witness. Strangers stare at you, awe and excitement and longing written on their faces. All the attention makes you feel ... (link-reveal: "Proud.")[(set: $ds to it+1)(replace: "Nervous.")[]] (link-reveal: "Nervous.")[(set: $ds to it-1)(replace: "Proud.")[]] Botto leads you to a large pavillion at the north end of the Temple grounds. A long row of marble columns support the beautifully-carved frieze and the arched roof high above your heads. Thick multicolored curtains hang between the columns, completely enclosing the space within. You pass through the wall of fabric to find an antechamber, separated from the central room by several more layers of heavy curtains. Botto stops and gestures for you all to remove your sandals. You do so, excitement building in your stomach as you wonder what bizarre erotic scene lies within the hidden sanctum. The curtains muffle the bustling sounds outside so completely that you can hear the soft swish of the other Initiates' flowing garments as they wait nervously for further instructions. "This is your first task as Initiates, and perhaps the most important thing you will do here at the Temple," Botto whispers. He leans in close, eyes flashing as they did when he shared the legend earlier. "This sacred site will host one of our holiest rites this evening, and you will all play a role." With a dramatic sweep of his hand, he [[draws back the curtain]].

Botto pulls the curtain aside, to (link: "reveal ...")[reveal a pile of mops and several great tubs of hot, soapy water. Several others join you in sighing, though you can't tell whether disappointment or relief is the more common sentiment. The sanctuary within glows with bright warmth, as scores finely-polished brass reflectors bounce torchlight into every hidden corner. At the far end of the room, a corridor leads into the darkness of the subterranean tunnels, and you see four Wings carry another tub of steaming water up from under the mountain. Otherwise, the large space is silent and entirely empty, with no hint as to what might happen here later. "Remember, the floor of this room must shine like Calai's compassion!" Botto whispers, turning and heading back toward the entrance. "I'll be back when dinner's ready." He disappears through the outer curtain. "Holy duty, huh?" Lau says, grabbing a mop and dipping it into a nearby tub. The others do the same, and begin spreading water across the smooth stone floor. (link: "Start scrubbing.")[The silence of the sanctuary seems to be contagious, as you all wordlessly spread out and start to work. The steaming water feels pleasant as it sloshes under your bare feet, and the floor seems to absorb that heat. The temperature of the room slowly rises. In no time at all, you decide you'd be more comfortable working without your cloak. Soon a pile of cloaks forms in the antechamber, and everyone's tunics gradually join them. Though your focus is on the patch of floor in front of you, there's something thrilling about this—you glance furtively at the other naked bodies, glistening in the reflected light, and occasionally catch them gazing back. Warmth blooms again in your stomach, your shared nudity and the instant bonds you felt with the other Initiates mingling to stoke your inner fire. You think back to the intense release $mname gave you last night, and you can hardly believe how strongly you need another after such little time. As you feel your mind slipping into fantasy, your thoughts and the silence are both shattered by a [[great snapping sound]].]]

The eyes of everyone in the room, yours included, fly to the source of the startling noise. Goval stands near you, holding half of a mop handle. The other half lies at his feet, apparently broken off when he applied too much of his impressive strength. The embarrassment on his face requires no translation. He turns urgently toward the nearest friendly face, which just happens to be yours. Jabbing a thick finger toward your unbroken mop, he grunts "Yours. Give me?" Your eyes dart to your mop, then to the man in front of you. (if: $ds>6)["No!" you whisper. You gesture toward a Wingman at the rear of the Sanctuary, also startled by the broken mop. You try to phrase your advice in a way Goval will understand: "Ask him. Get new mop." He hesitates, so you add, "I'll clean this." Apparently encouraged by this, Goval goes to speak with the Wingman. The Wingman seems only a few years older than you. His head, jawline, and bare chest are all covered in tight curls of auburn hair. He's handsome, in a distinctly strong and masculine way. He has sharp green eyes, and he returns your gaze with a wide grin and a look of keen interest. He makes no effort to conceal the fact that he's admiring your naked body, even as Goval struggles to articulate the problem. Ignoring them, you deposit the broken mop in the antechamber and return to your work.](elseif: $ds<4)[Without a further thought, you hand your mop to him. Delighted, he turns and returns to scrubbing the floor, leaving you to pick up the broken pieces he left behind. You notice a Wingman at the rear of the Sanctuary who was also startled by the broken mop. Carrying the pieces to him, you offer what you hope is an apologetic smile and ask where you might dispose of them. He seems only a few years older than you. His head, jawline, and broad, bare chest are all covered in tight curls of auburn hair. He's handsome, in a distinctly strong and masculine way. He studies you with mild interest and takes the pieces from your hands. "Don't worry about it," he whispers. Before you get a chance to ask where to find a new one, he turns and disappears into the corridor.](else:)[You hesitate for what feels like an eternity, unwilling to just surrender your mop, but unsure how to help Goval. You notice a Wingman at the rear of the Sanctuary who was also startled by the broken mop. You gesture to Goval to pick up the broken pieces and follow you. The two of you approach the Wingman, and with a polite smile you ask where Goval might get a new mop. The Wingman's head, jawline, and broad, bare chest are all covered in tight curls of auburn hair. He's handsome, in a distinctly strong and masculine way. He returns your smile with a wide grin and a look of curiosity. He seems to be thinking about something else entirely, though his sharp green eyes pass over your naked body with interest. "I'll take care of it," he whispers. He takes the pieces of broken mop from Goval, gives you another quick glance, then turns and disappears down the corridor.] A moment later, Botto's round face peeks through the antechamber curtain with a wide smile. "Come now!" he calls, his deep voice reverberating through the silence of the Sanctuary. "It's time for [[dinner]]!"

In your short time at the Great Temple, you've been so focused on other pursuits that hunger barely registered. As you follow Botto into the dining hall—it would be more apt to say 'as you chase Botto', since after his announcement he all but ran toward the food—you recall you've only had quick and simple meals for almost two days now. The thought of sitting down to something more substantial makes your mouth water. What you find when you line up with the other Initiates to fill your bowls doesn't disappoint, either. The Temple's kitchen has provided a large and varied buffet, and even though you're obliged by your lack of seniority to eat last, there is still plenty to choose from. A silver-haired Wingwoman with a kindly bearing all but forces you to take more fruits and vegetables, and you leave the line walking very slowly, to avoid letting anything fall from your over-filled bowl. As you take a seat along a long wooden bench, you notice the auburn-haired Wingman from the Sanctuary sitting a few benches over, talking secretively to a small group of fellow Wings. They all seem to be looking right at you, though they could easily be simply surveying the new crop of Initiates. The food exceeds your expectations. The mixture of flavors and textures is somewhat unfamiliar to you, but by the second bite you've already decided you love it. Perhaps it's the hunger speaking, but you can't recall when you've tasted something so good. The other Initiates let out little moans of pleasure in between mouthfuls, and you realize you must be doing the same without meaning to. Goval and Sarren finish their bowls with frightening speed—they are very large men, after all—and go up for seconds. You consider it, but the first bowl is so filling you ultimately decide you can't eat any more. The dining hall gradually clears out. Because you ate last, it's mostly empty by the time you're done. Weariness begins to set in, and as your fellow Initiates deposit their empty bowls into dish tubs for proper cleaning, you're looking forward to curling up in your bed for the night. As you step outside, you find the Wingman from before, waiting with a dark-haired Wingwoman. He gestures for you, and something in his expression tells you it won't be a [[casual conversation]] ...

"It's $name, isn't it?" The auburn-haired Wingman looks eager, but you don't sense any malice or subterfuge in him. You didn't notice when he whispered to you earlier, but his voice has a gravel edge to it. "Call me Achen, and this is Voe." (set: $Achen to 0)(set: $Voe to 0) The Wingwoman at his side seems equally happy to see you. Her long, raven-black hair is pulled into a thick braid that hangs over one shoulder. Her prominent cheekbones make her face rather beautiful, in a somewhat severe way, and the fall of her robes suggests the body underneath has ample curves. She and Achen make a strikingly attractive couple ... though Wings can't exactly be monogamous, forming intimate bonds with one or more especially close partners is common. "We have a little project we've been working on," Achen continues. "I think it's ready for action, but she's not quite sure." "Indeed." Voe's voice sounds smooth and low. "We need a third, to help us test it fully." "You don't have to," Achen cuts in. "I don't want you to feel pressured because you're a new Initiate. But you caught my eye earlier, and I think you'd really be able to help us out." Reassuring, hopeful smiles settle on both faces. You tell them you'd be (if: $ds>6 and $orient>5)[(link-goto: "happy to help", "Asub")](elseif: $ds>6 and $orient<=5)[(link-goto: "happy to help", "Vsub")](elseif: $ds<4 and $orient>5)[(link-goto: "happy to help", "Adom")](elseif: $ds<4 and $orient<=5)[(link-goto: "happy to help", "Vdom")](elseif: $ds>=4 and it<=6 and $orient>5)[(link-goto: "happy to help", "Aswi")](else:)[(link-goto: "happy to help", "Vswi")]. On second thought, you're awfully tired. You thank them, but offer to help [[another time->pass on that]]. [[Skip Scene->bedtime]]. (if: $sex is "p")[(set: $Voe to it+1)](elseif: $sex is "v")[(set: $Achen to it+1)](if: $ds>6)[(set: $Achen to it+1)](elseif: $ds>=4 and it<=6)[(set: $Voe to it+1)](if: $orient>5)[(set: $Achen to it+1)](elseif: $orient<5)[(set:$Voe to it+1)]

(set: $parts to (a:$Sarren, $Tiel, $Maijitte, $Lau, $Tsubrin, $Goval, $Pyrra))(set: $love to 0)(for: each _item, ...$parts)[(if: _item>$love)[(set: $love to _item)]]You trudge back to your dormitory. By the time you reach it, the other Initiates have already retired to their own rooms. Little surprise that they're just as tired as you are. You might've guessed that being an Initiate means performing some of the mindless work necessary to keep the Great Temple running. But Calai seems insatiable, and all the //worship// you've been doing is even more exhausting than the work. You collapse into bed, grateful for the quiet and comfort. Tired as you are, though, it's difficult to get to sleep. You turn and shift, seeking in vain for a posture that will relieve all your tension and let you drift off. But the real issue comes from within; with no immediate task to occupy your mind, images of delicious torment fill your head. (if: $Sarren is $love)[You remember how Sarren's naked form glistened in the Sanctuary, and imagine your fingers running across his muscular stomach. ](if: $Tiel is $love)[You recall Ti'el's helpless squeals from the morning, and the way her body subtly asked for more. ](if: $Maijitte is $love)[Maijitte's expression, sharply beautiful, fills your head. The thought of her nails tracing across your body gives you shivers. ](if: $Lau is $love)[You think about Lau's sarcastic attitude, and wonder what (if: $LauG is "m")[he'd be like when he](else:)[she'd be like when she] finally got serious. ](if: $Tsubrin is $love)[A thought of Tsubrin's sharp, focused eyes and long, nimble fingers makes you squirm with anticipation. ](if: $Goval is $love)[Goval's easygoing grin, and the thought that he'd be a happy partner in almost any game you could imagine, makes you smile. ](if: $Pyrra is $love)[Pyrra's warm greeting from this morning and natural air of leadership make you long (if: $ds>6)[to discover her ticklish spots](elseif: $ds<4)[to let her tease you](else:)[to see who'd get the better of a tickle fight]. ]Since you've come to Mount Syric, almost every hour has been filled with intense new sensations and interesting new people. The sense that the days to come will only continue to reveal novel delights fills you with both hope and need. The urge to touch yourself, despite the prohibition, gnaws at you. (link: "Masturbate")[(replace: "Obey the rules")[]You push the thoughts of punishment out of your mind. In the dark silence of your room, you let your hand drift under the sheets. Careful to stay quiet, you quickly bring yourself to a much-needed climax.(show: ?sleep)(set: $ctrl to it-1)] (link: "Obey the rules")[(replace: "Masturbate")[]Though you writhe, sweat, and twist the sheets in knots, you maintain your self-discipline. Surely tomorrow will grant new opportunities for satisfaction ... assuming you can wait that long.(show: ?sleep)(set: $ctrl to it+1)] |sleep)[After what feels like an eternity, you finally manage to [[fall asleep->ch V]] ]

(set: $Achen to it+1)Achen seems especially delighted you've agreed to help them. Voe leads you toward one of the dormitory buildings, as Achen walks alongside and gives an excited but mostly vague description of their project. Following the pair, you enter what you take to be Achen's apartment. The low cot in one corner is the only indication that he lives here, as the rest of the small space is dominated by a heavy workbench. Carpentry and leatherworking tools are scattered across it, along with scrap bits of material and a few metal fasteners. In the center of the room is the 'project' they must've been talking about. Several thick straps of leather hang across a low wooden frame, forming a shape rather like a cradle. A second frame sits beside it, with unattached straps lying on its base. Voe quickly pushes this incomplete harness into a corner. Without further preamble, Achen throws off his crimson robes and slides his large feet out of his sandals. You can feel his eager anticipation as he carefully climbs into the harness. As he steps in, his legs fold under him, pulling his shins upward until his heels are pressed close to his ass. The straps also force his thighs apart, letting his thick manhood dangle free. Once his weight is settled, you can see that although the straps cradle his legs rather comfortably, it would be nearly impossible for him to pull himself back out without help. Voe steps behind Achen and secures his wrists behind his back with another loop of thick leather. This attaches via cord to a metal ring bolted into the steel wall behind him; the angle forces his shoulders forward and makes him bend at the waist. The soles of his feet, which look softer and cleaner than you expected, are pointed toward the ceiling. Voe continues by pulling a kind of leather mask over his face, which buckles behind his head to cover his eyes and mouth completely, though his nose protrudes through a hole in the center. The sight of his helpless form, now rendered blind and mute, sets undeniably tempting images dancing through your mind. "He just loves being tortured," Voe says, removing her own robes. "I'm not cruel enough to really test his limits, but perhaps the two of us together could break him?" Following her lead, you strip off your clothing and approach the trapped man. The leather creaks slightly as he squirms in the restraints, and he lets out a muffled moan. [[Tickle Achen]]. [[Tease Achen's cock]].

They both seem happy you've agreed to help them. Voe leads you toward one of the dormitory buildings, as Achen walks alongside and gives an excited but mostly vague description of their project. Following the pair, you enter what you take to be Achen's apartment. The low cot in one corner is the only indication that he lives here, as the rest of the small space is dominated by a heavy workbench. Carpentry and leatherworking tools are scattered across it, along with scrap bits of material and a few metal fasteners. In the center of the room is the 'project' they must've been talking about. Several thick straps of leather hang across a low wooden frame, forming a shape rather like a cradle. A second frame sits beside it, with unattached straps lying on its base. Voe quickly pushes this incomplete harness into a corner. The two eager Wings toss aside their robes and slip off their sandals. You follow their lead, removing your cloak, tunic, and sandals and piling them in an unoccupied corner. Now that you're naked, Achen indicates how to climb into the odd harness and helps you place your feet through the correct holes. As you lower yourself in, your own weight counterbalances the strap across your shins, causing your legs to fold under you and pull your feet up behind until your heels nearly touch your butt. The straps between your legs pull taut as well, forcing your knees apart. The position feels comfortable, but intensely open and exposed. You shift slightly, and as the straps move with you, you understand that it will be impossible to get the leverage you'd need to climb out without help. In other words, you're stuck. Achen guides your hands behind your back and encircles them with another loop of thick leather. As he pulls this upward and secures it to the wall behind you, you're forced to lean forward and bend slightly at the waist. The leather straps creak under you. Your mind begins to race, tallying all the ticklish spots you can't protect, even as you try to remind yourself not to panic. A familiar warmth blooms in the bottom of your stomach, and you once again marvel at the knowledge that, defying all reason, you're going to love this even more than you hate it. "To be honest, I'm not much of a tickler," Achen admits. "More often than not, I'm the one all tied up. But we have to really test the limits of this harness, so [[get ready]]!"(set: $AVtest to "a")

They both seem happy you've agreed to help them. Voe leads you toward one of the dormitory buildings, as Achen walks alongside and gives an excited but mostly vague description of their project. Following the pair, you enter what you take to be Achen's apartment. The low cot in one corner is the only indication that he lives here, as the rest of the small space is dominated by a heavy workbench. Carpentry and leatherworking tools are scattered across it, along with scrap bits of material and a few metal fasteners. In the center of the room is the 'project' they must've been talking about. Several thick straps of leather hang across a low wooden frame, forming a shape rather like a cradle. A second frame sits beside it, with unattached straps lying on its base. Achen quickly gets to work on this incomplete harness, affixing the straps to the frame in a mirror image of the first. Voe helps him arrange both harnesses so they face each other in the center of the room. The two eager Wings toss aside their robes and slip off their sandals. You follow their lead, removing your cloak, tunic, and sandals and piling them in an unoccupied corner. You watch Achen step into the straps of the second device, his excited anticipation contagious. Voe indicates to you how to climb into the first harness, and helps you place your feet through the correct holes. As you lower yourself in, your own weight counterbalances the strap across your shins, causing your legs to fold under you and pull your feet up behind until your heels nearly touch your butt. The straps between your legs pull taut as well, forcing your knees apart. As Achen lowers himself into the same position, you're stuck chest-to-chest with the larger man. The position feels comfortable, but intensely exposed and intimate. Achen pulls a belt around his waist, and Voe secures an identical one around yours. As she guides your hands forward, you understand both the purpose of the belts and why a third person is necessary: cuffs on Achen's belt trap your wrists. Your left hand is stuck on a spot just below the man's ribs, while your right is affixed within easy reach of his left foot. As Voe closes the matching cuffs around Achen's wrists, you understand that each of you can tickle the other to your heart's delight, but you won't be able to protect yourself at all. Voe steps back and admires the sight of you and Achen locked in a mutually-vulnerable embrace. "Well?" she says. "Let's see [[what we've got here]]."(set: $AVtest to "a")

They both seem happy you've agreed to help them. Voe leads you toward one of the dormitory buildings, as Achen walks alongside and gives an excited but mostly vague description of their project. Following the pair, you enter what you take to be Achen's apartment. The low cot in one corner is the only indication that he lives here, as the rest of the small space is dominated by a heavy workbench. Carpentry and leatherworking tools are scattered across it, along with scrap bits of material and a few metal fasteners. In the center of the room is the 'project' they must've been talking about. Several thick straps of leather hang across a low wooden frame, forming a shape rather like a cradle. A second frame sits beside it, with unattached straps lying on its base. Achen quickly pushes this incomplete harness into a corner. Without further preamble, Voe throws off her crimson robes and slides her plump feet out of her sandals. You can feel her nervous anticipation as she carefully climbs into the harness. As she steps in, her legs fold under her, pulling her shins upward until her heels are pressed close to her ass. The straps also force her thighs apart, giving you a glimpse of the dark hair that grows between her legs. Once her weight is settled, you can see that although the straps cradle her legs rather comfortably, it would be nearly impossible for her to pull herself back out without help. Achen steps behind Voe and secures her wrists behind her back with another loop of thick leather. This attaches via cord to a metal ring bolted into the steel wall behind her; the angle forces her shoulders forward and makes her bend at the waist. The soles of her feet, which look clean and incredibly soft, are pointed toward the ceiling. Achen continues by wrapping another leather cord around the end of her braid and connecting it with her bound wrists, her taut hair forcing her to arch her neck and back. The sight of her helpless form, now stretched and on display, sets undeniably tempting images dancing through your mind. "She's a much meaner tickler than I am," Achen admits, removing his own robes. "I'm usually on the other end of this exchange. But with your help, I bet we can really test her limits." Following his lead, you strip off your tunic and cloak and approach the trapped woman. The leather creaks slightly as she squirms in the restraints. She eyes you nervously and holds her breath. [[Tickle Voe]] [[Tease Voe's Sex]]

They both seem happy you've agreed to help them. Voe leads you toward one of the dormitory buildings, as Achen walks alongside and gives an excited but mostly vague description of their project. Following the pair, you enter what you take to be Achen's apartment. The low cot in one corner is the only indication that he lives here, as the rest of the small space is dominated by a heavy workbench. Carpentry and leatherworking tools are scattered across it, along with scrap bits of material and a few metal fasteners. In the center of the room is the 'project' they must've been talking about. Several thick straps of leather hang across a low wooden frame, forming a shape rather like a cradle. A second frame sits beside it, with unattached straps lying on its base. Achen quickly pushes this incomplete harness into a corner. The two eager Wings toss aside their robes and slip off their sandals. You follow their lead, removing your cloak, tunic, and sandals and piling them in an unoccupied corner. Now that you're naked, Voe indicates how to climb into the odd harness and helps you place your feet through the correct holes. As you lower yourself in, your own weight counterbalances the strap across your shins, causing your legs to fold under you and pull your feet up behind until your heels nearly touch your butt. The straps between your legs pull taut as well, forcing your knees apart. The position feels comfortable, but intensely open and exposed. You shift slightly, and as the straps move with you, you understand that it will be impossible to get the leverage you'd need to climb out without help. In other words, you're stuck. Voe guides your hands behind your back and encircles them with another loop of thick leather. As she pulls this upward and secures it to the wall behind you, you're forced to lean forward and bend slightly at the waist. The leather straps creak under you. Your mind begins to race, tallying all the ticklish spots you can't protect, even as you try to remind yourself not to panic. A familiar warmth blooms in the bottom of your stomach, and you once again marvel at the knowledge that, defying all reason, you're going to love this even more than you hate it. "I usually prefer playful tickling to torture," Voe admits. "And I'd be equally happy if our roles were reversed. Still, we need you really squirming if we're going to test out this harness, so [[get ready]]!" (set: $AVtest to "v")

(set: $Voe to it+1)Voe seems especially excited you've agreed to help. She leads you toward one of the dormitory buildings, as Achen walks alongside and gives an excited but mostly vague description of their project. Following the pair, you enter what you take to be Achen's apartment. The low cot in one corner is the only indication that he lives here, as the rest of the small space is dominated by a heavy workbench. Carpentry and leatherworking tools are scattered across it, along with scrap bits of material and a few metal fasteners. In the center of the room is the 'project' they must've been talking about. Several thick straps of leather hang across a low wooden frame, forming a shape rather like a cradle. A second frame sits beside it, with unattached straps lying on its base. Achen quickly gets to work on this incomplete harness, affixing the straps to the frame in a mirror image of the first. Voe helps him arrange both harnesses so they face each other in the center of the room. The two eager Wings toss aside their robes and slip off their sandals. You follow their lead, removing your cloak, tunic, and sandals and piling them in an unoccupied corner. You watch Voe step into the straps of the second device, her excited anticipation contagious. Achen indicates to you how to climb into the first harness, and helps you place your feet through the correct holes. As you lower yourself in, your own weight counterbalances the strap across your shins, causing your legs to fold under you and pull your feet up behind until your heels nearly touch your butt. The straps between your legs pull taut as well, forcing your knees apart. As Voe lowers herself into the same position, you're stuck chest-to-chest with the curvy woman. The position feels comfortable, but intensely exposed and intimate. Voe pulls a belt around her waist, and Achen secures an identical one around yours. As he guides your hands forward, you understand both the purpose of the belts and why a third person is necessary: cuffs on Voe's belt trap your wrists. Your left hand is stuck on a spot just below her ribs, while your right is affixed within easy reach of her left foot. As Achen closes the matching cuffs around Voe's wrists, you understand that each of you can tickle the other to your heart's delight, but you won't be able to protect yourself at all. Achen steps back and admires the sight of you and Voe locked in a mutually-vulnerable embrace. "Oh, Goddess!" he says, rubbing his hands together with glee. "Let's see [[what we've got here]]!"(set: $AVtest to "v")

You gently prod Achen's exposed side, and are rewarded with a hard flinch and grunt. Voe takes her position on the other side of him, and begins tracing her nails along his upturned arch. His frantic reaction entices you to scratch along his other foot, and soon the two of you have him bouncing and grunting in a futile dance that is both hilarious and very hot. His manhood is already getting hard, and it stiffens noticably as Voe slowly wraps her other hand around it. His moan is muffled behind the leather mask, but he's unmistakenly very turned on. Of course, he can't see it coming when you squeeze his ribs with one hand and scrabble your other across his foot. You have him thrashing desperately, and it's far too exciting to stop now. Voe moves around behind him, and starts wiggling her fingers under his toes—the resulting laughter is music to your ears. (link: "Tease him")[(replace: "Torture him")[]You mirror her movement, shifting until you stand in front of the hunched-over man. You try vibrating your fingers against his stomach. His desperate attempts to avoid your touch don't get him very far. As your hand drifts lower however, his intentions seem to shift, and by the time you reach his cock he's frantically arching his body //toward// your hand. You don't have to even move; as you simply grip him, he grinds and bucks against your touch. The groans of pleasure emanating from behind the mask grow in intensity, until he seems ready to explode. At that moment, you pull your hand away, and the absence makes him yell and thrash worse than if you'd tickled him instead.] (link: "Torture him")[(replace: "Tease him")[]You mirror her movement, shifting until you stand in front of the hunched-over man. Though his arms partially block your access to his armpits, you manage to wiggle your fingers into what little space there is. His reaction is well worth your effort, as the deeper you poke, the harder he bucks and howls. His whole body shudders under your touch, and squeezing your way down his ribcage makes him even more frantic. As you reach his lowest ribs, he suddenly goes silent, and you realize with some satisfaction that he's laughing too hard now to catch his breath. You give him a quick break, but only so he won't pass out yet.] "Try his inner thighs," Voe suggests. "He's terribly sensitive there." If you were skeptical of her advice, they way he grunts and shakes his head at the mention of his ticklish legs confirms it. You reach your hands in under the harness and press your fingers into the muscles on either side of his groin. He screams so hard the leather mask barely muffles it, and his whole body spasms violently. You tickle him there for only a few seconds before he kicks so hard the harness snaps free from the wooden frame, and the whole thing comes [[tumbling down]].

You kneel beside the helpless man and slowly bring your hand up to his rapidly stiffening manhood. At your touch, he flinches hard, as though startled by his own vulnerability. As you close your fingers around his shaft, however, he surrenders to the pleasure and begins grinding himself into your grip with muffled groans. Although the organ within is hard and warm to your touch, his skin feels soft and delicate in your hand. Blinded and distracted as he is, Achen doesn't notice Voe slipping behind him until her fingernails come into contact with his trapped feet. He grunts in surprise, then begins to writhe and buck as her dancing fingers continue to scribble across his arches. You drag your free hand across his firm stomach, and can't help but giggle in delight as you feel him tremble under your fingers. Seeing this strong man reduced to a quivering mess turns you on more than you can describe. As his struggling gets more desperate, his grunts gradually rising in pitch as four hands stroke and tickle him, the throbbing heat of his cock tells you he's close to release. Any twinge of guilt you might have felt about prolonging his torment, however, is dashed by the sheer erotic delight his suffering brings you. His body tenses, and you know the next stroke would send him over. (link: "Make him climax")[(replace: "Don't let him finish")[]You grant him his longed-for release, pumping him in your fist as several thick jets spurt out of him and splatter to the stone floor. Even as you continue stroking the last waves of pleasure from him, you dig in under his ribs with your other hand. The result is a deeply pleasing whine from behind his leather mask, and you revel in the feel of his tender flesh and the sight of his spent body dancing fitfully in the restraints.] (link: "Don't let him finish")[(replace: "Make him climax")[]At the last moment, you release his cock and dig in with both hands under his ribs. The howl that erupts from behind the leather mask is music to your ears. His erection twitches madly, and he thrashes about in the harness, desperate for any contact that might either reduce the ticklish sensations or relieve his aching need. You grant him neither, reveling in the feel of his tender flesh and the sight of his need-ravaged body dancing fitfully in the restraints.] "Try his inner thighs," Voe suggests. "He's terribly sensitive there." If you were skeptical of her advice, they way he grunts and shakes his head at the mention of his ticklish legs confirms it. You reach your hands in under the harness and press your fingers into the muscles on either side of his groin. He screams so hard the leather mask barely muffles it, and his whole body spasms violently. You tickle him there for only a few seconds before he kicks so hard the harness snaps free from the wooden frame, and the whole thing comes [[tumbling down]].

Laughing and groaning, you carefully pick yourself out of the wreckage of the broken harness. Fortunately, no one was injured, beyond a few superficial bumps and bruises. You pull your tunic back on as the others collect themselves. "I really thought it would hold up better," Achen says, shaking his head at what's left of their project. "See? The leather stretched around these buckles, until it all just came loose." "I told you it wasn't ready," Voe replies, though her grin belies any anger in her tone. "We need to build it so it can hold up to repeated uses, even with the strongest test subjects. We'll have to double the straps, and use more fasteners." Achen just shakes his head. "Well, it was fun while it lasted. We'll have it fixed and ready to try again soon enough." They both turn to you, and their happy, hopeful expressions are infectious. "So, what do you think?" Achen asks. "Will you help us test it again when it's fixed?" You look from them to their damaged invention and back, in awe and disbelief at how quickly they're ready for another attempt. You ponder it for only a moment, before you say ... (link: "Of course!")[(set: $Achen to it+1)(set: $Voe to it+1)(go-to: "bedtime")] (link: "No way!")[(set: $Achen to it-2)(set: $Voe to it-2)(go-to: "bedtime")]

You gently prod Voe's exposed side, and are rewarded with an uncharacteristic squeak. Achen takes his position on the other side of her, and begins tracing his nails along her upturned arch. Her frantic reaction entices you to scratch along her other foot, and soon the two of you have her bouncing and grunting in a futile dance that is both hilarious and very hot. Her nipples are already stiff, and you admire the way her full breasts heave as Achen slips his large hand between her legs. She tries to bite back her moan, but she's unmistakenly very turned on. She can't hide her reaction when you squeeze her ribs with one hand and scrabble your other across her foot. You have her thrashing desperately, and it's far too exciting to stop now. Achen moves around behind her, and starts wiggling his fingers under her toes—the resulting laughter is music to your ears. (link: "Tease her")[(replace: "Torture her")[]You mirror his movement, shifting until you kneel in front of the hunched-over woman. You try vibrating your fingers against her stomach. Her desperate attempts to avoid your touch don't get her very far. As your hand drifts lower however, her intentions seem to shift, and by the time you reach her sex, she's frantically arching her body //toward// your hand. You don't have to even move; as you slide your finger between her folds, she grinds and bucks against your touch. Her groans of pleasure grow in intensity until she seems ready to explode. At that moment, you pull your hand away, and the absence makes her yell and thrash worse than if you'd tickled her instead.] (link: "Torture her")[(replace: "Tease her")[]You mirror his movement, shifting until you kneel in front of the hunched-over woman. Though her arms partially block your access to her armpits, you manage to wiggle your fingers into what little space there is. Her reaction is well worth your effort, as the deeper you poke, the harder she bucks and howls. Her whole body shudders under your touch, and squeezing your way down her ribcage makes her even more frantic. As you reach her lowest ribs, she suddenly goes silent, and you realize with some satisfaction that she's laughing too hard now to catch her breath. You give her a quick break, but only so she won't pass out yet.] "Her knees are her weak spot," Achen suggests. "She'll scream if you sqeeze them." If you were skeptical of his advice, they way she grunts and shakes her head at the mention of her ticklish legs confirms it. You reach your hands in under the harness and press your fingers into the muscles just above each knee. Her whole body spasms violently, and her voice reaches a painfully high and desperate pitch. You tickle her there for only a few seconds before she kicks so hard the harness snaps free from the wooden frame, and the whole thing comes [[tumbling down]].

You kneel beside the helpless woman and slowly bring your hand up between her thighs. At your touch, she flinches hard, as though startled by her own vulnerability. As you slip your fingers into her folds, however, she surrenders to the pleasure and begins grinding himself into your hand with low groans. You feel a satisfying rush of wetness as you drag your fingertip across her opening, and her body prepares to welcome you inside. Distracted as she is, Voe doesn't notice Achen slipping behind her until his fingernails come into contact with her trapped feet. She grunts in surprise, then begins to writhe and buck as his dancing fingers continue to scribble across her arches. You squeeze the underside of one dangling breast, and can't help but giggle in delight as you feel her tremble under your fingers. Seeing this strong woman reduced to a quivering mess turns you on more than you can describe. As her struggling gets more intense, her grunts gradually rising in pitch as four hands stroke and tickle her, the throbbing heat of her sex tells you she's close to release. Any twinge of guilt you might have felt about prolonging her torment, however, is dashed by the sheer erotic delight her suffering brings you. Her body tenses, and you know the next stroke would send her over. (link: "Make her climax")[(replace: "Don't let her finish")[]You grant her her longed-for release, pumping your fingers into her as a thin stream spurts out of her and splatters to the stone floor. Even as you continue stroking the last waves of pleasure from her, you dig in under her ribs with your other hand. The result is a deeply pleasing whine from behind her clenched teeth, and you revel in the feel of her tender flesh and the sight of her spent body dancing fitfully in the restraints.] (link: "Don't let her finish")[(replace: "Make her climax")[]At the last moment, you pull your hand away from her sex and dig in with both hands under her ribs. The howl that erupts her lips is music to your ears. She twitches madly and thrashes about in the harness, hungry for any contact that might either reduce the ticklish sensations or relieve her aching need. You grant her neither, reveling in the feel of her tender flesh and the sight of her need-ravaged body dancing fitfully in the restraints.] "Her knees are her weak spot," Achen suggests. "She'll scream if you sqeeze them." If you were skeptical of his advice, they way she grunts and shakes her head at the mention of her ticklish legs confirms it. You reach your hands in under the harness and press your fingers into the muscles just above each knee. Her whole body spasms violently, and her voice reaches a painfully high and desperate pitch. You tickle her there for only a few seconds before she kicks so hard the harness snaps free from the wooden frame, and the whole thing comes [[tumbling down]].

(if: $AVtest is "a")[Achen](else:)[Voe] kneels before you, a sly grin on (if: $AVtest is "a")[his](else:)[her] lips. You watch helplessly as both (if: $AVtest is "a")[his](else:)[her] hands slowly close in on either side of your ribs, fingers curling with menace. The first touch is electric, as (if: $AVtest is "a")[his](else:)[her] touch crashes into your sides. The straps thwart your natural instincts to cover up or twist away from the tickling, so your body can only write and bounce in place. Despite (if: $AVtest is "a")[his](else:)[her] earlier humility, you can tell this is far from the first time (if: $AVtest is "a")[he's](else:)[she's] had ticklish flesh at (if: $AVtest is "a")[his](else:)[her] mercy. (if: $worst is "sides")[(if: $AVtest is "a")[His](else:)[Her] fingers vibrate under your ribs as though they have secret knowledge of your most sensitive spots, and their searching intrusion into your belly nearly makes you surrender immediately.](else:)[(if: $AVtest is "a")[His](else:)[Her] fingers vibrate under your ribs, a searching intrusion that has you giggling and spasming in moments.] (if: $AVtest is "a")[His](else:)[Her] hands next shift to your hips, and you'd be able to hear the leather creak under the strain if you weren't laughing so hard. Without warning, (if: $AVtest is "a")[his](else:)[her] hand moves to your (if: $sex is "p")[erection](else:)[sex] with a firm, practiced touch that displays no hesitation. (if: $AVtest is "a")[He](else:)[She] strokes you expertly, and the soft, keening groan that escapes your lips seems to come from some other person—as indeed, you have absolutely no control over the noise. You feel yourself pulled inexorably toward climax, with any thought of resistance easily dismissed as the foolishness it is. (if: $AVtest is "a")[His](else:)[Her] thumb traces (if: $sex is "p")[up the underside of your cock](else:)[slow circles around your clit], and you lean into that touch, grinding your hips and aching for the extra pressure that will take you over the edge. Instead, you feel (if: $AVtest is "a")[his](else:)[her] other hand creep up your inner thighs, probing and teasing the taut leg muscles. (if: $worst is "legs")[You let out an embarassingly high-pitched screech, and follow it with even more humiliating pleas for (if: $AVtest is "a")[him](else:)[her] to tickle you anywhere else, but they fall on deaf ears](else:)[Your groan of frustration quickly morphs into giggles and squeals as (if: $AVtest is "a")[his](else:)[her] fingers squeeze the unprotected flesh]. Through all this, (if: $AVtest is "a")[Voe](else:)[Achen] has been standing to one side, carefully observing your torment with increasing disappointment. "It's not enough," (if: $AVtest is "a")[she says, shaking her head](else:)[he says, shaking his head]. "Give me a hand then!" (if: $AVtest is "a")[Achen](else:)[Voe] replies. (if: $AVtest is "a" and $orient>7)["You don't mind, do you?" he asks, winking up at you.](elseif: $AVtest is "v" and $orient<3)["You don't mind, do you?" she asks, winking up at you.](else:)[] Before you can manage a response, [[four hands attack]]!

(if: $AVtest is "a")[Voe](else:)[Achen] positions (if: $AVtest is "a")[her](else:)[him]self behind you. You try to keep your eye on (if: $AVtest is "a")[her, but she](else:)[him, but he] stands just out of your periphery. At that moment, (if: $AVtest is "a")[Achen](else:)[Voe] suddenly (if: $sex is "p")[leans in and wraps (if: $AVtest is "a")[his](else:)[her] lips around your throbbing manhood](else:)[spins, arches backward, and slides (if: $AVtest is "a")[his](else:)[her] face between your thighs, lapping greedily at your wet folds]. (if: $AVtest is "a")[His](else:)[Her] arms encircle your hips, and before you can enjoy the feeling of (if: $AVtest is "a")[his](else:)[her] mouth on you, ten fingernails rake up and down your helpless feet. You feel completely overwhelmed, even before (if: $AVtest is "a")[Voe digs her](else:)[Achen digs his] fingers in under your arms. (if: $worst is "feet")[The rapid scribbling under your sensitive toes makes you want to scream, and the unexpected attack to your pits only makes it worse.](elseif: $worst is "ua")[The unexpected attack to your ticklish pits makes you want to scream, and the rapid scribbling under your toes only makes it worse.](else:)[Either the rapid scribbling under your toes or the unexpected attack to your pits would individually be enough to make you squeal, but in combination the sensations are somehow even worse.] You've never been tickled like this. Your walls of defense don't crumble as though steadily chiseled to pieces; this is as though an enormous tidal wave of tickles slammed into your body, obliterating your walls in one great crash. And then there's the talented mouth between your legs. (if: $AVtest is "a")[Achen](else:)[Voe] sucks and licks at your (if: $sex is "p")[cock](else:)[womanhood] with a passion that makes your body burn with need. It would be heavenly, if not for the twenty fingers drawing infernal symbols in your vulnerable flesh. Your mind can't focus on the intense pleasure, as blinding flashes of ticklish energy bombard it into confusion. Hot tears sting your eyes, and you spout incomprehensible pleas for mercy, but no mercy comes. Your body is no longer under your control; you thrash desperately, violently yanking and twisting against the leather straps that hold you in place. You feel your will breaking under their touch, and know you'll agree to anything they request. Then, in the same instant, you feel a bizarre sense of weightlessness, as the straps that hold you in place fail and the whole contraption comes [[tumbling down]].(if: $orient>6)[(set: $orient to it-1)](if: $orient<4)[(set: $orient to it+1)]

(if: $AVtest is "a")[Achen hesitates a moment, shifting in the straps, his chin resting on your shoulder.](else:)[Voe traces her fingernail along your trapped foot experimentally, and nuzzles her face against your ear.] You take that as an invitation, and let your fingers dig into (if: $AVtest is "a")[his](else:)[her] vulnerable side. The reaction is immediate and inevitable, as you receive a squeeze along your own exposed ribs. You spider your fingers across (if: $AVtest is "a")[his](else:)[her] foot, and feel the counterattack on your own. The sensations swing back and forth like a pendulum, every ticklish strike inspiring unavoidable revenge. With your bodies pressed together, you don't just hear (if: $AVtest is "a")[his](else:)[her] laughter, you feel it as well. You know every flinch betrays your sensitivity; every catch in your breathing is heard and understood, as they all occur next to (if: $AVtest is "a")[his](else:)[her] ear. Likewise, you immediately know the effect your fingers have on (if: $AVtest is "a")[him. He](else:)[her. She] grunts and squirms at your every touch, and each change in technique yields a peal of giggles that spurs you on to keep tickling. For all the teasing and fighting you're doing, you also feel the heat of your predicament. (if: $AVtest is "a")[Achen](else:)[Voe]'s naked body is pressed so close, you can feel (if: $AVtest is "a")[his erection grow against your thigh](else:)[her warmth and wetness against your leg]. You're getting very (if: $sex is "p")[hard](else:)[wet] yourself, and just as you match (if: $AVtest is "a")[his](else:)[her] laughter, you soon find yourself matching (if: $AVtest is "a")[his](else:)[her] moans. The position is far more devious than you anticipated, as it relentlessly stokes the fire within, but offers no way to satisfy your hunger. You simply grow more desperately turned on the longer the battle continues. And it really seems it could go on forever. In a commonplace tickle fight, with no restraints, two people usually attack and defend until one manages to gain some decisive advantage. One hapless victim is pinned, or a spot is found that renders them unable to continue, and they receive a brief taste of ticklish torment for their troubles. But this fight has no defense, no exploration of the opponent's body, and no chance to pin or restrain the other more than you already have been. Whenever you feel an advantage, (if: $AVtest is "a")[Achen](else:)[Voe] simply tickles back until the playing field levels again. It's frustrating, and tiring, and you can't see any resolution. (if: $AVtest is "a")[Voe](else:)[Achen] seems to sense this as well. As badly as you're aching for release, however, you're not sure you like (if: $AVtest is "a")[her](else:)[his] [[solution]].

Before either you or (if: $AVtest is "a")[Achen](else:)[Voe] can protest, (if: $AVtest is "a")[Voe](else:)[Achen] lays down on the floor and slides (if: $AVtest is "a")[herself](else:)[himself] underneath the harnesses. You jump in surprise as a hand squeezes your knee. (if: $AVtest is "a")[Achen](else:)[Voe] lets out a yelp, letting you know (if: $AVtest is "a")[he's](else:)[she's] receiving the same treatment. You can't see what's happening down there, and it makes each ticklish touch seem more intense. (if: $AVtest is "a")[Achen](else:)[Voe] apparently sees this as an opportunity, as (if: $AVtest is "a")[he redoubles his](else:)[she redoubles her] efforts to tickle you into surrender. You have no choice but to fight back, prodding (if: $AVtest is "a")[his](else:)[her] ribs and feet with abandon. Neither of you has any way to deal with the hidden fingers below you, and the contest becomes even more futile. (if: $AVtest is "a")[Achen](else:)[Voe]'s legs seem especially sensitive, and (if: $AVtest is "a")[he](else:)[she]'s laughing harder than ever, but any advantage this might give you is nullified by (if: $AVtest is "a")[Voe's](else:)[Achen's] attention to your own legs. Perhaps that's why your whole body spasms when you feel a finger drag slowly (if: $sex is "p")[along the underside of your shaft](else:)[through your wet folds]. You've been craving direct contact, but this is so delicate and fleeting it only makes you want it more. (if: $AVtest is "a")[Achen](else:)[Voe] moans against your shoulder, but doesn't stop wiggling (if: $AVtest is "a")[his](else:)[her] fingers against your skin. Another stroke teases your (if: $sex is"p")[cock](else:)[sex], and you pull against the straps as your aching desire becomes almost unbearable. You struggle to maintain control of your trembling muscles, and fail. Your body bucks and thrashes, and you're drawing terribly close to crying for mercy. Just before the word leaves your mouth, you hear a loud creak of leather, and the whole complex device comes [[tumbling down]].(if: $orient>6)[(set: $orient to it-1)](if: $orient<4)[(set: $orient to it+1)]

(css: "font-size:150%")[Chapter V] After the eventful first few days, your life at Mount Syric settles down somewhat. Each morning, Botto imparts the knowledge you will need as a Wing—from the history of the Great Temple itself, to the teachings and edicts of learned Wings of long ago. As you breakfast with your fellow Initiates, you come to genuinely appreciate the wisdom of pledging your life to love and compassion. Devotion to Calai, as Botto is fond of saying, carries more than just physical rewards. After your morning lessons, the days are filled with hard work. Cooking, cleaning, laundry, and basic maintenance of the Temple grounds keep you constantly busy. It feels a bit less like the grand adventure you sought when you left home, but you had plenty of chores at home, too. The sense of greater purpose and the comraderie with your fellow Initiates thrills you, even when the sight of a spotless floor or fresh white tunic doesn't. On your eleventh day as an Initiate, you and the other Initiates are shoveling out the stable where travelers board their pack animals—no one's favorite kind of work—when you happen to glance up and see a [[familiar face]].

//In other stories, the main character will sometimes run into dishonest figures who trick them into nasty situations. You watch the hero walk into an obvious trap, and wish you could convince them not to fall for it. This is not one of those stories. I mean, there's definitely a trap coming up ... but that's actually a good thing, here. Do you really want to skip out on the fun?// On second thought, I'll [[help them->casual conversation]]. No, I'm certain. [[No thanks->bedtime]].

With that portentious promise, $mname sends you back into the stables. Sadly, you won't get out of today's muck work. Your spirits are nevertheless lifted by the promise of something more exciting in the future. You return to find the other Initiates still hard at work. None of them are so much as making a sound, besides the scraping of shovels and the grunts of effort. The more you think about it, the more boring the whole scene appears. Then you're struck with an idea: perhaps one of your new friends could join you in whatever $mname has planned? (link: "Talk to Goval")[Goval is smiling even as he works; that big grin seems to never leave his face. You ask him how he's doing today—"I am very happy to be here, $name!" he replies. His good mood is infectious, and as you return to shoveling, you find yourself smiling, too. He'd be fun to bring along. (link: "Invite Goval")[(set: $chv to "Goval")(set: $Goval to it+1)(go-to: "Special Task")]] (link: "Talk to Lau")["And here I thought you might be in trouble," Lau quips. You take a place near (if: $LauG is "w")[her](else:)[him] and get to work. (if: $LauG is "w")[She](else:)[He] seems to have a sarcastic comment about everything, and more often than not you find yourself laughing along. You quietly explain that no, you're not in any trouble. "Too bad," (if: $LauG is "w")[she](else:)[he] replies with a wicked smile. "I bet you'd look very good in trouble." Maybe you'd find out what (if: $LauG is "w")[she](else:)[he] means by that if (if: $LauG is "w")[she](else:)[he] joined you? (link: "Invite Lau")[(set: $chv to "Lau")(set: $Lau to it+1)(go-to: "Special Task")]] (link: "Talk to Maijitte")[Of all the Initiates, Maijitte seems the least happy to be ankle-deep in muck. You ask whether she is all right. She sniffs. "I can think of a few things I'd rather be doing." Her glittering eyes look you up and down, as though she's deciding whether to unhinge her jaw and swallow you whole. "But maybe you like this sort of thing." Is she always this cold? You bet she'd warm to you if you asked her to join you. (link: "Invite Maijitte")[(set: $chv to "Maijitte")(set: $Maijitte to it+1)(go-to: "Special Task")]] (link: "Talk to Pyrra")["Is everything all right?" Pyrra asks as you return. You appreciate how nice she always is to you—how nice she is to everyone, really. She's always doing extra work, and helping the other Initiates when they need a hand. Perhaps she'd enjoy having someone do something extra for her? (link: "Invite Pyrra")[(set: $chv to "Pyrra")(set: $Pyrra to it+1)(go-to: "Special Task")]] (link: "Talk to Sarren")[Sarren is working very hard, clearing massive piles of muck with each swipe of his shovel. His muscled back glistens with sweat. He gives you a polite nod and grin as you begin working next to him. You try to match his pace, but he immediately notices and increases his effort until you simply can't keep up. This isn't the first interaction like this you've had with him; Sarren's favorite language is competition, and he constantly pushes himself to "win" everything. Actually, that might be a great quality for what $mname has in mind. (link: "Invite Sarren")[(set: $chv to "Sarren")(set: $Sarren to it+1)(go-to: "Special Task")]] (link: "Talk to Ti'el")[You find a spot next to Ti'el to continue shoveling. She regards you with a shy smile and wipes the sweat from her brow with the back of her forearm. You ask how she's doing, and she giggles sweetly. "Oh, I'm no good at this!" she admits. "I'm not as strong as all of you." It's not false modesty; the poor girl really isn't cut out for this kind of hard labor. Still, she bravely gets back to work, trying her best. You can't help but think she'd be better suited to whatever $mname has in mind. (link: "Invite Ti'el")[(set: $chv to "Ti'el")(set: $Tiel to it+1)(go-to: "Special Task")]] (link: "Talk to Tsubrin")[As you approach, Tsubrin doesn't seem to notice. You recognize his expression, as it's one he wears often: he's totally lost in thought, not even paying attention to where he's shoveling. You call his name, and he nearly jumps out of his skin with surprise. You ask what he was thinking about, and his grey eyes go wide. "I ... that is, I ..." He looks away, suddenly very bashful. He continues haltingly: "I was ... envisioning a particular technique ... Wingman Botto described it earlier, and ... I was considering its effectiveness ... among certain ..." He trails off without finishing the thought. It occurs to you that you'll have to spend more time with him if you want any hope of discovering what goes on in that head of his. (link: "Invite Tsubrin")[(set: $chv to "Tsubrin")(set: $Tsubrin to it+1)(go-to: "Special Task")]]

"Ah, $name!" $mname's smiling face is a welcome respite from the smelly job. "I came to see how you are doing." (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] guides you out of the stable and into a quiet spot where the two of you can speak privately. "Every Initiate's first days here are the most difficult. We ask you to perform the most tedious work first—this is proper. However, I would fail in my duties if I did not see that all your needs are being met. Is there anything you lack?" You aren't sure what to say. The question is so vague, you don't know what sort of answer (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] might expect. You've eaten and slept well in the last few days, and despite the work you don't feel especially weary at the moment. $mname places a hand on your shoulder and lowers (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] voice. "How are you managing your desires? Have you begun to pine for an opportunity to (if: $ds>6)[tickle someone](elseif: $ds<4)[be tickled](else:)[tickle and be tickled]?" (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] flashes a knowing, libidinous grin. Just hearing the word spoken aloud makes your heart beat a little faster. If you hadn't been thinking of it before, you certainly are now. You feel the urge begin to rise, and you admit that there is something you'd really like to do: (link: "Tickle someone")[$mname nods. "That can be arranged. Is there a particular area you enjoy tickling most?" (set: $ds to it+1)(replace: "Get tickled")[](replace: "You'll take anything you can get")[] (link: "Midsection")[(set: $tsk to "1a")(replace: "Feet")[](replace: "Genitals")[] "Very well," (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] says. "Wings have been finding ways to tickle each other since time began. Keep up with your work, and I may soon give you exactly [[what you crave->social]]."] (link: "Feet")[(set: $tsk to "2a")(replace: "Midsection")[](replace: "Genitals")[]"Very well," (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] says. "Wings have been finding ways to tickle each other since time began. Keep up with your work, and I may soon give you exactly [[what you crave->social]]."] (link: "Genitals")[(set: $tsk to "3a")"Very well," (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] says. "Wings have been finding ways to tickle each other since time began. Keep up with your work, and I may soon give you exactly [[what you crave->social]]."(replace: "Midsection")[](replace: "Feet")[]]] (link: "Get tickled")["Ah yes," $mname chuckles. "I believe I know just the thing. Keep up with your work, and I may soon give you exactly [[what you crave->social]]." (set: $ds to it-1)(replace: "Tickle someone")[](replace: "You'll take anything you can get")[](if: $worst is "sides")[(set: $tsk to "1b")](elseif: $worst is "feet")[(set: $tsk to "2b")](else:)[(set: $tsk to "3b")]] (link: "You'll take anything you can get")[$mname's eyebrows leap upward in surprise. "That bad, is it? Very well. I will find a task for you, and it will surely [[ease your tension->social]]." (replace: "Tickle someone")[](replace: "Get tickled")[](set: $tsk to "open")]

GOVAL: Massively broad and slightly chubby. His skin is bronze all over, and brown stubble covers both the top of his head and his lower jaw. Easygoing and happy to the point of goofiness. Loves to wrestle. *From Ad-Gar Tribes *M Switch, prefers Either *Favorite spot is feet, worst spot is feet. LAU: Shaggy brown hair over eyes, wry smile, medium height/weight. Snarky and sarcastic. Loves teasing. *From Syricca *T Dom, prefers Either *Favorite spot is legs, worst spot is sides. MAIJITTE: Tan skin and golden hair to her ass; strikingly attractive. Arrogant, haughty manner. Cruel top, but can't take what she dishes. *From Potemae *F Dominant, prefers M *Favorite spot is legs, worst spot is underarms. PYRRA: Short, strong build and dark skin. She has full lips and shoulder-length, copper-colored hair. Strong Northern accent. Large breasts. Naturally outgoing, eager to please and willing to take charge of any situation. *From Mandon *F Switch, prefers F *Favorite spot is feet, worst spot is legs. SARREN: Tall, handsome, with the posture of an athlete. Bulging, muscular frame. Ochre-yellow skin; straight, white hair hangs down past his square jaw. Quiet but passionate, he loves competitions of all forms. *From Samull *M Sub, prefers M *Favorite spot is sides, worst spot is sides. TI'EL: Tiny, with gentle curves and soft features. Close-cropped, coal-black hair frames a heart-shaped face. Pale, rosy skin reddens easily. Terribly shy, but craves attention and loves to be touched. *From Ota *F Sub, prefers Either *Favorite spot is sides, worst spot is feet. TSUBRIN: Baked-clay complexion, sharp grey eyes, and short, dusky hair. Tall and thin. Serious, studious, and proper. Rope expert. *From Imperial City Yutoqua *M Dom, prefers F *Favorite spot is underarms, worst spot is legs.

(if: $tsk is "open")[(if: $chv is "Goval")[(set: $tsk to "2a")](elseif: $chv is "Lau")[(set: $tsk to "1b")](elseif: $chv is "Maijitte")[(set: $tsk to "3b")](elseif: $chv is "Pyrra")[(set: $tsk to "2b")](elseif: $chv is "Sarren")[(set: $tsk to "1a")](elseif: $chv is "Ti'el")[(set: $tsk to "3a")](elseif: $chv is "Tsubrin")[(set: $tsk to "1b")]] You don't hear from $mname the next day, which only makes your anticipation more distracting. As Botto finishes the lesson on the following day, however, $mname appears at the door. "Come, $name. I have work for you." You quickly ask whether $chv might join you. You worry that it might be a big favor to ask, but $mname seems pleased. "Yes, very good. This will go better with two." (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] eyes $chv up and down for a moment, as though deciding whether you've made a good choice. "Come along, both of you." A few of the other Initiates seem a little jealous that they aren't also going on this special duty. Too late to second-guess it; $mname is already hurrying across the Temple grounds. You weave through the ever-present crowds of visitors, finally catching up to your mentor as (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] crosses through a garden. (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] stops suddenly, glances about to make sure you won't be overheard, then begins to explain the task: (if: $tsk is "1a" or "1b")["Wingwoman Feltana is teaching a sacred dance to a delegation from Ota. You two will be dance partners for her demonstration. It is not important that you do not know the steps; she will instruct you. But listen carefully to her, show the Otani respect, and do not be afraid to enjoy yourselves!"](elseif: $tsk is "2a" or "2b")["A great harvest has come in, and Wingman Gior needs helpers to make the Sacred Wine. It is an ancient process, and each step is carved on tablets as old as this Great Temple. Follow his instructions carefully. But it will not be boring! This is one of my favorite chores."](else:)["A young couple has traveled here from Samull, in great need of advice. They seek the Wisdom of Calai to overcome a difficulty in their lovemaking. Wingwoman Bricha will guide them through a ritual to remove all barriers, and you will assist by matching deeds to her words. This ritual is intense and intimate, but very rewarding."] (if: $mname is "Taro")[He](else:)[She] grasps your arm in a gesture of almost parental affection. "You will serve The Princess today. Do so with love." With that, (if: $mname is "Taro")[he](else:)[she] turns again and leads you (if: $tsk is "1a" or "1b")[toward a [[grand pavillion->Dance]].](elseif: $tsk is "2a" or "2b")[toward a large [[brick storehouse->Wine]].](else:)[toward a small [[stone cottage->Hands]].] (if: $chv is "Goval" or "Sarren" or "Tsubrin")[(set: $chvg to "m")](elseif: $chv is "Lau")[(set: $chvg to $LauG)](else:)[(set: $chvg to "w")]

You enter the pavillion to find Wingwoman Feltana and a dozen Otani delegates already engaged in the dance lesson. $mname brings you and $chv directly to Feltana's side, murmurs a few words in the dancemaster's ear, then departs with a wave of (if: $mname is "Taro")[his](else:)[her] hand. You might've figured Feltana for a dancer even without seeing her in this setting: she's tall and slender, with long reddish hair that reaches to her waist. She has a rather birdlike nose, and her long-fingered hands never stop moving as she speaks. A bell and hand drum sit on a stool by her side. The delegation looks a little flustered. Ota has a much colder climate than the lands around Mount Syric; though the pavillion feels cool and comfortable for you, it is evidently warmer than they expected. They have set their heavy, fur-lined traveling cloaks aside and stripped to a sort of undergarment that still covers them from shoulders to knees. Their pale faces appear flushed, and beads of sweat sparkle on their brows. (if: $chv is "Ti'el")[Their eyes light up when they recognize Ti'el, clearly pleased to see one of their own has come to their aid. She seems equally happy to see them.] Feltana turns to you and explains the dance: "These gestures represent the story of Achses and Bellanda." Fortunately, Botto has explained this story to you: Bellanda was captured by three-headed monsters and placed deep in a labyrinthine prison. Her lover Achses, wearing armor with massive extensions that made him appear to have three heads as well, snuck into the prison, posed as one of Bellanda's jailers, and lead her out of the prison in chains. Because she remained shackled, the monsters never suspected escape, and let them pass unchallenged. Feltana continues: "Now, to show you [[the steps->Dance2]]."

The storehouse interior is spacious and high-ceilinged, but the scent of fresh berries nevertheless hangs heavy in the air. The fragrance requires no explanation: at least a dozen heaping bushels of the fruits sit near the large wooden door, awaiting transformation into wine. At the far end of the room is a large water pump, positioned over a stone basin. Several workers are filling buckets from the pump. A steamy fog hangs over the basin, calling to mind the hot water baths in the nearby caves. In the center of the room is a massive wooden tub. Its sides come up to your knees, and its diameter is nearly double the width of your outstretched arms. It too is full of berries. An iron railing circles the tub at the height of your chest, and a large iron hook hangs from the rafters above the tub. But the strangest element of the room stands beside the tub. It looks like three wooden chairs, fused together so their high backs form a tight triangle. The chairs appear to have linen cushions on their seats, and thick leather straps across their arm rests. This device is connected via ropes to an overhead crane, of the sort you've seen used to load heavy cargo onto river boats. A short, broadly-built Wingman greets you as you enter. He clasps your hands in his, and you feel both the strength of his grip and the calluses on his palms. He gives off the brusque attitude of an expert laborer with more work to do than time in which to do it. "First-timers, eh?" he saids. "I'm Gior. We've got a lot of wine to make, so we'll get right to it.(if: $tsk is "2a")[" He nods to $chv. "](elseif: $tsk is "2b" and $chv is "Maijitte" or "Lau" or "Tsubrin")[" He nods to you. "](else:)[ ]Your job is to stand in there"—he gestures toward the huge tub—"and stomp the berries down with your feet until it's all a big mess of pulp and juice." "Now, to preserve the sanctity of the wine," this strikes you as a stock phrase, rather than something Gior might say naturally, "your feet must be cleaned both before and after you go in.(if: $tsk is "2a")[" He focuses on you. "You'll be helping me with that part."](elseif: $tsk is "2b" and $chv is "Maijitte" or "Lau" or "Tsubrin")[" He focuses on $chv. "You'll be helping me with that part."](else:)[ For that part, you just relax and let us take care of it."] You catch something darkly mischievous in his smile, but the task seems simple enough, and he looks (link: "eager to begin")[(if: $tsk is "2a")[(go-to: "Wine2a")](else:)[(go-to: "Wine2b")]].

The interior of the cottage is cozy, as you'd expect for a space designed to house long-term guests or conduct more personal consults such as this one. Curtains are drawn over the windows, and a small incense burner in one corner fills the room with a soporific blend of fragrances. Two low benches stand parallel in the center of the room, with a square table between them. The lovers from Samull sit on one bench, both looking terribly nervous. One is a (if: $orient >6)[thickly-built youth with a wild mane of silver hair](else:)[plump, apple-cheeked girl with a long silver braid hung over one shoulder]; the other is a (if: $orient <4)[slim young woman with thick white curls.](else:)[fit-looking man with his head shaved along the sides and back, leaving only a large tuft of white on top.] Wingwoman Bricha sits in a high-backed chair against the far wall. You can't guess her age, though the grey streaks in her dark hair and the laugh lines around her eyes lend her otherwise youthful face an air of wisdom. At her elbow sits a large wooden chest. With a gesture, she bids you and $chv to sit on the empty bench. "Thank you for joining us. Marr(if: $orient >6)[](else:)[i], Feis(if: $orient <4)[a](else:)[al], these are Initiates $chv and $name. They are here to help, but don't worry—they don't know what they're doing either. Why don't we start by telling them what the problem is?" The Samullites look to each other; its obvious they feel deeply embarrassed by the issue, and it's hard for them to talk about. After a long pause, Feis(if: $orient <4)[a](else:)[al] lets out a deep sigh. "I am cursed! Whenver we try to be intimate, I shudder at every touch, as though (if: $orient >6)[his](else:)[her] hands were ice." "I've tried to be gentle with (if: $orient <4)[her](else:)[him]," Marr(if: $orient >6)[](else:)[i] adds. "But nothing I do gives (if: $orient <4)[her](else:)[him] pleasure." "There is no curse that can withstand Calai's affections," Bricha says. "Everyone, clothes off. "Feis(if: $orient <4)[a](else:)[al] and (if: $tsk is "3a")[$chv](else:)[$name], lie on the benches. We will fix this [[in no time->Hands2]]."

Feltana hands (if: $tsk is "1a")[you a cloth sash, and $chv extends (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] hands. You wrap the sash around (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] wrists twice, then twist the loose ends together and grip them in one hand.](elseif: $tsk is "1b")[$chv a cloth sash, and you extend your hands. (if: $chvg is "m")[He](else:)[She] wraps the sash around your wrists twice, then twists the loose ends together and grips them in one hand.] It would be easy to slip out of the slack wrapping, but that's beside the point. If you're supposed to imitate Achses and Bellanda, the "bound" partner has to pretend to be trapped, lest those three-headed monsters see through the act. The Otani, armed with sashes of their own, have paired off and mock-chained each other as well. "Now, take the shackles in your left hand," Feltana calls out. "And turn like so." Following her direction, (if: $tsk is "1a")[you extend your left hand, with the sash gripped in your fist, and slowly spin your body back toward your left shoulder. In this way, you lead $chv by (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] wrists as (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she]'s forced to orbit you.](elseif: $tsk is "1b")[$chv extends (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] left hand and turns back toward (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] left shoulder, dragging you along by the wrists as you're forced to orbit (if: $chvg is "m")[him](else:)[her].] "Place your other hand here," Feltana instructs, grabbing (if: $tsk is "1a")[your](else:)[$chv's] right wrist and resting the free hand along (if: $tsk is "1a")[$chv's](else:)[your] ribs.(if: $tsk is "1b" and $worst is "sides")[ The feel of contact against your exposed side makes you flinch in anticipation. A tingly feeling rises again in your stomach, and you're suddenly very worried about where this is going.](if: $tsk is "1a" and $chv is "Sarren")[ You feel him flinch away at the slightest touch, and realize he must be terribly sensitive there. He merely sets his jaw and tries to remain stoic.](if: $tsk is "1b" and $chv is "Sarren")[ Sarren's strong fingers press into your flesh just a little more firmly than necessary, and you have to fight to keep from yanking your arms down.](if: $tsk is "1b" and $chv is "Ti'el")[ A michevious smile creeps across Ti'el's face, and she gives your side an experimental squeeze.] As you complete a full circle, Feltana calls out, "Now the other way!" (if: $tsk is "1a")[You twist $chv in your arms, taking the sash in your right hand and laying your left on (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] hip. (if: $chvg is "m")[He](else:)[She] reverses course, turning around you in the opposite direction.](else:)[$chv twists you in (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] arms, taking the sash in (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] right hand and laying (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] left on your hip. You reverse course, turning around (if: $chvg is "m")[him](else:)[her] again but in the opposite direction. You feel a tremor along your side, so faint that you can't be sure whether (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she]'s deliberately prodding you, teasing your nerve endings inadvertently, or if the whole thing is just a product of your heightened imagination.] (if: $tsk is "1a")[Though you haven't yet done anything to provoke a response, the mere presence of your hand seems to have set (if: $chvg is "m")[him](else:)[her] on edge. (if: $chvg is "m")[His](else:)[Her] midsection tenses with each step, as though bracing for an imminent attack.] "Bellandas, kneel," Feltana directs. (if: $tsk is "1a")[$chv dips down to one knee, head bowed and arms overhead, the sash still in your grip.](else:)[You take that to mean you, so you turn toward $chv and dip down to one knee, your head bowed and your arms overhead, sash still in (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] grip.] "Achses, kneel." (if: $tsk is "1a")[$chv comes back up, and you mirror (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] movement.](else:)[As you come back up, $chv mirrors your movement.] "Hands on shoulders." (if: $tsk is "1a")[As you return to your feet, $chv holds (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] arms out so your head rises between them. Your hands fall naturally to either side of (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] ribcage.](else:)[$chv stands, and as you hold your arms out, (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] head rises up between them. (if: $chvg is "m")[He](else:)[She] releases the sash and places both hands on either side of your ribcage.] "Now, seven turns!" Your eyes meet (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[hers](if: $tsk is "1a")[. One good squeeze, and you could have (if: $chvg is "m")[him](else:)[her] giggling on the floor. You hold (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] ticklish body //literally// in your hands. You don't see fear in (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] eyes, but excitement. Excitement, and a question: 'will you do it?'](else:)[, and you feel as though a giant banner is unfurled before (if: $chvg is "m")[him](else:)[her], listing all your vulnerabilities in detail. One squeeze, and (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she] could have you giggling on the floor. You feel your face heat up, preemptively embarrassed at the thought. You also feel a very different sort of heat, much lower down.] (if: $tsk is "1a")[Causing (if: $chvg is "m")[him](else:)[her] to collapse in ticklish laughter would spoil the demonstration, and probably make Feltana mad. But maybe you could get away with [[a little teasing->Dance3a]]?](else:)[You can't guess when, or even if, (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she]'ll strike. Regardless, playing your part means you'll have to [[let it happen->Dance3b]].]

You and $chv shed your robes without a second thought. The lovers are significantly more reticent, but your nonchalance seems to encourage them. Soon all four of you are naked, (if: $tsk is "3a")[$chv](else:)[you] and Feis(if: $orient <4)[a](else:)[al] lying on (if: $tsk is "3a")[their](else:)[your] backs while (if: $tsk is "3a")[you](else:)[$chv] and Marr(if: $orient >6)[](else:)[i] kneel on cushions beside the benches. Bricha lifts the lid of the chest and retrieves four pairs of leather cuffs. "We're going to restrain you. Don't be afraid; let Calai embrace you." Again, Feis(if: $orient <4)[a](else:)[al] looks as if (if: $orient <4)[she](else:)[he]'d rather run screaming out of the room. But as (if: $tsk is "3a")[$chv calmly allows you to cuff (if: $chvg is "m")[him, pull his arms over his head,](else:)[her, pull her arms over her head,]](else:)[you calmly allow $chv to cuff you, pull your arms over your head,] and attach the cuffs to the end of the bench, Feis(if: $orient <4)[a](else:)[al] does the same. And neither of (if: $tsk is "3a")[them raises a protest when their](else:)[you raises a protest when your] ankles are cuffed in the same manner to the opposite end. "Close your eyes and pray," Bricha intones. "Oh Gentle Calai, Princess of Love." (if: $tsk is "3a")[Bricha ties a soft strip of cloth over $chv's eyes.](else:)[You feel a soft cloth being tied over your closed eyes.] "These humble servants have offered themselves to you. Take away their pain and fear." Feis(if: $orient <4)[a](else:)[al] grunts(if: $tsk is "3a")[ as Bricha blindfolds (if: $orient <4)[her](else:)[him] as well.](else:)[, and you guess that (if: $orient <4)[she](else:)[he]'s been blindfolded as well.] "Work through their partners' hands, that they may feel the pleasure only you can bestow." The (link: "ritual begins")[(if: $tsk is "3a")[(go-to: "Hands3a")](else:)[(go-to: "Hands3b")]].

Bricha passes you a small clay jar; peeking inside, you see the pale glisten of oil. She hands a matching jar to Marr(if: $orient >6)[](else:)[i], and makes a tipping motion with her hand. You tilt the jar and let the oil drizzle out onto $chv's (if: $chv is "Lau" and $LauG is "m")[breasts. He](elseif: $chv is "Lau" and $LauG is "w")[chest. She](elseif: $chvg is "m")[chest. He](else:)[breasts. She] takes a deep, slow breath, settling into (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] predicament. Feis(if: $orient <4)[a](else:)[al] gasps as Marr(if: $orient >6)[](else:)[i] copies your action. You pass the jar down $chv's body until it's empty, spilling oil from (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] shoulders to (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] knees. Thin rivulets streak down (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] sides and between (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] legs. Setting the jar aside, you begin to spread the oil across (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] (if: $chv is "Goval")[bronze](elseif: $chv is "Lau")[tawny](elseif:$chv is "Maijitte")[tanned](elseif:$chv is "Pyrra")[deep brown](elseif:$chv is "Sarren")[ochre-yellow](elseif:$chv is "Ti'el")[pale, rosy](elseif:$chv is "Tsubrin")[baked-clay] skin with both hands. (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] muscles tense and then relax at your touch. You glide easily up and down (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] slippery body, feeling (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] warmth, the rise and fall of (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] breath, the beating of (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] heart. Feis(if: $orient <4)[a](else:)[al] lets out a strangled cry as Marr(if: $orient >6)[](else:)[i]'s hands roam over (if: $orient <4)[her](else:)[him]. (if: $orient <4)[Her](else:)[His] tension is startling, but you don't get the sense (if: $orient <4)[she](else:)[he]'s in pain. Rather, (if: $orient <4)[her](else:)[his] skin seems to be too sensitive, perhaps even too ticklish, to endure even (if: $orient <4)[her](else:)[his] lover's gentle touch. Bricha leans in close to (if: $orient <4)[her](else:)[his] ear and begins murmuring something in a voice too low for you to hear. (if: $orient <4)[She](else:)[He] takes a few ragged breaths, but then seems to regain some control and rein in (if: $orient <4)[her](else:)[his] panic. As your hands drift over $chv's naked body, your fingers finally, almost inevitably, slide down (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] stomach and (if: $chv is "Lau" and $LauG is "m")[slip between his thighs. He](elseif: $chv is "Lau" and $LauG is "w")[encircle her cock. She](elseif: $chvg is "m")[encircle his cock. He](else:)[slip between her thighs. She] shivers with delight as you lazily stroke (if: $chvg is "m")[him](else:)[her], spreading the oil (if: $chv is "Lau" and $LauG is "m")[around and through his folds. He grows wetter and more open to you with every touch](elseif: $chv is "Lau" and $LauG is "w")[up and down her length. She grows harder in your grip with every tug](elseif: $chvg is "m")[up and down his length. He grows harder in your grip with every tug](else:)[around and through her folds. She grows wetter and more open to you with every touch]. The feeling of it makes heat bloom in your core. You glance up at Marr(if: $orient >6)[](else:)[i], and (if: $orient >6)[his](else:)[her] expression freezes you. Though (if: $orient >6)[he](else:)[she]'s been closely imitating your gestures, the results couldn't be more different: $chv sighs and grinds against your hand, while Feis(if: $orient <4)[a](else:)[al] grits (if: $orient <4)[her](else:)[his] teeth and thrashes under (if: $orient >6)[his. His](else:)[hers. Her] wide, wounded eyes search your face for a hint of what (if: $orient >6)[he](else:)[she] might be doing wrong. Fortunately at that moment, Bricha places a hand over Marr(if: $orient >6)[](else:)[i]'s and guides it toward a less-sensitive part of Feis(if: $orient <4)[a](else:)[al]'s chest. An idea strikes you: you can't make Feis(if: $orient <4)[a](else:)[al] more comfortable, but perhaps you could ease Marr(if: $orient >6)[](else:)[i]'s worry by making $chv a little more tense? [[Start tickling->Hands4a]].

You hear a gasp, and a moment later feel warm oil drizzling across your chest and down your stomach. $chv's hands spread the slippery liquid across your naked skin. You shiver with anticipation as (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she] glides down your flanks and returns up your inner thighs. You faintly hear the sounds of Feis(if: $orient <4)[a](else:)[al] thrashing and squirming, but it's impossible to concentrate on anything but the molten heat in your core. $chv's hand closes (if: $sex is "v")[over your sex](else:)[around your shaft], and the sudden pressure feels so good you almost cry out in surprise. Before you can surrender completely and let the pleasure envelop you, however, (if: $chvg is "w")[her](else:)[his] slick fingers dance across your nipples and dive into your exposed left underarm. You buck and (if:$sex is "v")[grind](else:)[thrust] against (if: $chvg is "w")[her](else:)[his] palm, even as (if: $chvg is "w")[her](else:)[his] other hand plays with your helpless armpit. (if: $chvg is "w")[She](else:)[He] slowly (if: $sex is "v")[parts your folds](else:)[strokes your length] with one hand and walks down your ribs with the other. A fingertip lazily circles (if: $sex is "v")[your opening](else:)[your tip], even as another circles your navel. (if: $chv is "Goval")[Goval's large hand rests on your stomach, fingers vibrating lightly. You can't twist away from his touch, as he easily holds you in place even as he tickles. You can picture his happy grin as he quietly drives you mad.](elseif: $chv is "Lau")["You're awfully sensitive, aren't you?" Lau whispers. (if: $LauG is "m")[He](else:)[She] could be referring equally to your (if: $sex is "v")[woman](else:)[man]hood or your hips; (if: $LauG is "m")[his](else:)[her] hands are toying with both at the same time. (if: $LauG is "m")[He](else:)[She] interrupts each of your sighs with a firmer squeeze, and you know (if: $LauG is "m")[he](else:)[she] loves driving you mad like this.](elseif: $chv is "Maijitte")[Maijitte's skillful fingers dangle you closer and closer to the edge of climax, only to yank you back each time with another ticklish attack to your helpless body. She seems to relish your suffering. You're not sure which is more frightening: her determination to drive you mad, or how much you enjoy it.](elseif: $chv is "Pyrra")[Pyrra seems to have taken it as her mission to perfectly balance your arousal and your ticklish reactions. It's easy to let go, knowing you're in caring, level-headed hands. At the same time, those hands are steadily driving you mad, and you know she won't stop until her job is done.](elseif: $chv is "Sarren")[For a man of his strength, Sarren's touch is shockingly light. His long fingers skim the surface of your oily skin, sending delicious shivers up and down your helpless body. You're unsure whether you want him to stop, or give you a firmer touch, and the indecision is driving you mad.](elseif: $chv is "Ti'el")[Ti'el's light fingers dance merrily across your oily skin. You hear her quietly giggling to herself as she drives you mad. Considering how rarely she gets the opportunity to tickle someone else, her enthusiasm is almost scary.](elseif: $chv is "Tsubrin")[Tsubrin's long fingers explore your body, methodically testing every inch of oily skin. It takes him almost no time to discover where you're most sensitive, and he uses that knowledge to devastating effect. You'd be impressed with his skill, if he weren't using it to drive you mad.] Pleasure, torment, and darkness bleed into a single threefold assault on your senses. It's overwhelming, and disorienting, and desperately, almost painfully hot. Your body isn't yours anymore. You quiver and tremble and writhe, but you have no more control over these reactions than you have over Feis(if: $orient <4)[a](else:)[al], who now groans breathily. The pressure builds in your stomach, only to be suddenly cut down as $chv kneads the tender flesh of your thigh. (if: $worst is "legs")[You howl in ticklish agony as b](else:)[B]oth (if: $chvg is "w")[her](else:)[his] hands slide between your legs, stroking and squeezing in an intricate dance that makes your back arch and your toes curl. Finally, the wave crests ... only to dissipate into a yawning void as (if: $chvg is "w")[her](else:)[his] hands disappear. You tug desperately at your bonds, but the last satisfying touch never comes, and your body spasms fruitlessly until the heat dies away. You are distantly aware of your cuffs being unbuckled, of your blindfold being removed, and of $chv helping you back into your robes. As your eyes begin to focus again, you see Feis(if: $orient <4)[a](else:)[al] looking blissfully dazed. You want to cry in frustration. Marr(if: $orient >6)[](else:)[a] is beaming as though a great treasure vault was just opened before (if: $orient >6)[him](else:)[her]—and perhaps, in a way, that was true. (if: $orient >6)[He](else:)[She] thanks you, $chv, and Bricha so effusively that none of you can reply until (if: $orient >6)[he](else:)[she] runs out of breath. Bricha also thanks you and $chv, then dismisses you both to continue your Initiate duties. You emerge from the cottage into a setting sun. $chv leads you toward the dining hall, where the evening meal is [[just being served->Evening Meal]].(if: $chv is "Maijitte")[(set: $Maijitte to it+1)](elseif: $chv is "Lau")[(set: $Lau to it+1)]

(if: $chv is "Maijitte")[(set: $combo to "Lau and Tsubrin")](elseif: $chv is "Lau")[(set: $combo to "Maijitte and Tsubrin")](elseif: $chv is "Tsubrin")[(set: $combo to "Lau and Maijitte")](elseif: $orient >4)[(set: $combo to "Lau and Tsubrin")](else:)[(set: $combo to "Lau and Maijitte")]You file into the dining hall and join the dinner line. Food is the last thing on your mind when you first arrive, but the smell of tonight's feast soon convinces you that you're much hungrier than you realized. As you and $chv take your usual places among the other Initiates, you're eager to dig in. $combo, however, refuse to let you simply eat in silence. They ease into seats on either side of you, eagerly prodding you for information about your day. The other Initates seem interested as well, though they're less pushy about it. $chv glances meaningfully in your direction, but it doesn't leave you any more sure of how to respond to their questions. (link: "Spill all the details")[As soon as you begin to speak, everyone at the table—even $chv—leans in close to hear what happened. (if: $tsk is "1a")[You remind them of the Achses and Bellanda story, and give a summary of the dance Feltana taught you. To $chv's obvious embarrassment, you describe in some detail how you teased and tormented (if: $chvg is "m")[him](else:)[her] in front of the oblivious delegation. You even, with gestures toward your own body, point out the exact spots that made (if: $chvg is "m")[him](else:)[her] jump the most.](elseif: $tsk is "1b")[You remind them of the Achses and Bellanda story, and give a summary of the dance Feltana taught you. Then, with no small amount of trepidation, you describe in some detail how $chv teased and tormented you in front of the oblivious delegation. You can feel your face flush with embarrassment as you admit how much you enjoyed it, despite yourself.](elseif: $tsk is "2a")[You tell them about the winemaking process, beginning with the three-sided chair and the massive tub of berries. You detail scrubbing $chv's feet and lifting the great chair into place. When you describe licking the juice from $chv's toes, (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she] flushes with embarrassment.](elseif: $tsk is "2b")[You tell them about the winemaking process, beginning with the three-sided chair and the massive tub of berries. You detail having your feet scrubbed, and being lifted into place. You feel your face flush with embarrassment as you admit how much you enjoyed having the juice licked from your toes.](elseif: $tsk is "3a")[You tell them about the couple from Samull, and the ritual you performed to help them. You describe rubbing $chv with oil, and how even this was too much for the sensitive Samullite. When you talk about tickling (if: $chvg is "m")[him](else:)[her] so the couple could complete the ritual, $chv flushes with embarrassment.](elseif: $tsk is "3b")[You tell them about the couple from Samull, and the ritual you performed to help them. You describe the feeling of the warm oil, and how good it felt to be touched like that. You feel your face flush with embarrassment as you admit how close you came to climax, even with $chv's tickling fingers distracting you.] By the end of your tale, everyone at the table is laughing and offering their own opinions of your day. A few seem a little disappointed they didn't get to come along, but that doesn't dampen their enjoyment of the story too much. One thing they all agree on: you didn't miss anything while you were gone. Your day sounds much more fun than the garbage collecting they did in your absence.(replace: "Keep it vague")[](replace: "Say nothing")[](show: ?exit)] (link: "Keep it vague")[You decide to be coy with your retelling. You describe (if: $tsk is "1a" or "1b")[the dance Feltana taught you, reminding them of the Achses and Bellanda story. You also mention the Otani delegation, and how they struggled in the heat.](elseif: $tsk is "2a" or "2b")[the winemaking process, but only in broad terms. You mention the fruit being stomped on, but detail little else.](elseif: $tsk is "3a" or "3b")[the plight of the Samullite couple. You mention that Bricha led you through a ritual to help them, but you give little indication of what the ritual involved.] You don't offer your own feelings on what happened, or give much color to your descriptions. It's a simple story, though short and a little bland. $chv, for (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] part, doesn't contradict you or offer more details. $combo pepper you with questions, but you try to focus on your food. They study you carefully, as if to read whether you might tell them more in private. Once it's clear you don't want to talk about it any further, they leave the subject alone. All the Intiates agree it sounds like a fun time, and it was certainly better than the garbage collecting they did in your absence.(replace: "Spill all the details")[](replace: "Say nothing")[](show: ?exit)] (link: "Say nothing")[After an awkward minute of silence, $combo take the hint. $chv, for (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] part, doesn't speak up either. Someone changes the subject, and the conversation picks up again. You get the sense none of the Initiates are too happy about being left in the dark, though.(show: ?exit)] |exit)[Returning to your dormitory, you find yourself weak with exhaustion. Some of the other Initiates stay up a while to chat in the common room. For you though, the combination of the day's excitement and the hearty meal you just ate proves a potent sleep aid. Almost as soon as you lie down, you slip [[into unconsciousness->Dream3]].]

Gior points $chv in the direction of a full-figured Wingwoman with tight copper curls. She and a Wingman are busily undressing in the corner. "That's Ketri. She'll answer any questions you have." $chv nods and heads in her direction. "As for us," Gior continues, "the first step is to get our tools ready." You follow him to the end of the room, where buckets of warm water are arranged around the water pump and basin. There's also an enormous block of pink-and-white soap, as long as your forearm on each side and unevenly worn along the top face. Soft-bristled brushes are piled in a bin next to the soap. Gior takes a bucket and selects a brush from the bin. He dips the brush in the water, shakes off some excess droplets, then swipes the brush across the top of the soap block with four quick jabs. He steps aside and watches as you imitate his actions, coating the bristles of your own brush with a fine layer of suds. When you return to $chv, (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she] has taken a spot on the three-sided chair. (if: $chvg is "m")[He](else:)[She]'s naked, and looks understandably nervous. Gior drops the bucket near $chv's right foot and guides (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] foot into the water. $chv soaks (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she] other foot in your bucket, and you see the tension leave (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] body as the water's heat soaks into (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] skin. Gior pulls up a low stool and lowers himself onto it. He lifts $chv's foot out of the water, lays (if: $chvg is "m")[the man's](else:)[her] ankle across his knee, and wraps his arm around the shin in a firm grip. You quickly do the same, clutching $chv's left leg in one hand and your soapy brush in the other. $chv, like you and all the other Wings, is required to bathe frequently and maintain good personal hygene. But it's impossible to walk across the Temple grounds on a hot, dry day and not get some dust and dirt in your sandals. So it just makes sense to clean $chv's feet before they come into contact with the sacred fruit. You also know what a soft, wet brush across your bare foot feels like. You know, regardless of the practicality of the action, that scrubbing $chv's (if: $chv is "Goval")[wide, tender arches](elseif: $chv is "Lau")[soft, wrinkled arches](elseif: $chv is "Maijitte")[high, delicate arches](elseif: $chv is "Pyrra")[chubby little toes](elseif: $chv is "Sarren")[long, powerful toes](elseif: $chv is "Ti'el")[delicate pink toes](elseif: $chv is "Tsubrin")[long, slender toes] is going to be fun. Gior gives you a nod, and you both bring your brushes into contact. $chv immediately flails and tries to kick (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] feet out of your grip. A moment later, you hear (if: $chvg is "m")[him](else:)[her] howl. You hang on tight, working the brush in tiny circles across (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] arch. When (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she] starts to sound out of breath, you switch to the top of (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] foot, though (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she] doesn't seem too much less ticklish there. You make extra sure to get between and underneath (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] toes, both because they're likely to be dirty, and because it gives (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] laughter a desperate pitch that makes you feel especially warm inside. After an interval that feels disappointingly brief to you, but surely doesn't to $chv, Gior dunks (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] foot back into the bucket to rinse off the soap. A little reluctantly, you do the same. $chv looks winded and embarrassed, but (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she]'s wearing a broad smile. And (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] feet have never been cleaner. Gior slaps your back genially, then points to the opposite end of the crane. "Go grab a line and wait for my signal." Five guide ropes hang from the end of the crane's longer arm. As you approach, a petite Wingwoman takes one and passes another to you. "Just pull down hard when he yells," she offers with a smile. "[[Hoist!->Wine3a]]"

(if: $orient is <5)[(set: $doms to 1)](else:)[(set: $doms to 3)](if: $chv is "Maijitte" or "Lau" or "Tsubrin")[(set: $doms to it+1)]"I've got a few more things to prepare," Gior concludes. "If you've got any more questions about your job, you can ask Ketri." He indicates a Wingwoman with a full figure and tight copper curls. She's busily undressing in a corner. Without another word, he turns to leave(if: $doms is 2 or 4)[, and $chv follows]. Ketri is neatly hanging her robes on a hook on the wall as you approach. Her eyes light up with delight as she realizes you've come to join her. "Oh, by the Princess!" she says, stooping to remove her sandals. (if: $doms is 2 or 4)["An Initiate?](else:)["Initiates?] Wonderful! Don't believe what they say, this is one of the best jobs in the whole Temple!" Her phrasing makes you suddenly very nervous—what exactly are you getting yourself into? "I'm Ketri," she continues, evidently unfazed by the worried expression(if: $doms is 2 or 4)[ you](else:)[s you and $chv] now wear. "I'm sure you'll see me here all the time; I volunteer for this every chance I get. Now let's get those clothes off; you don't want to make Gior wait!" You strip and hang your garments on a hook (if: $doms is 2 or 4)[alongside Ketri's](else:)[between Ketri's and $chv's]. By the time you're ready to follow her, naked and barefoot, she's already made herself comfortable in the three-sided chair, each foot soaking in a bucket of warm water. Two other Wings have arranged themselves on stools at her feet, and they periodically lift a foot out of the water to give it a gentle scrub with a soft-bristled brush. Ketri looks very, very happy. You take a seat beside her, (if: $doms is 2 or 4)[and a thin Wingman with striking green eyes](else:)[and $chv] takes the third place. (if: $doms is 4)[Gior and $chv](elseif: $doms is 3)[Gior and a rather pretty Wingwoman](elseif: $doms is 2)[$chv and a rather pretty Wingwoman](else:)[two rather pretty Wingwomen] each place a bucket of water at your feet, and you're all too happy to plunge them in. You immediately feel the tension leave your body as the heat relaxes you. Though you bathe more often now than you ever had before you joined the Temple, it's impossible to cross the Temple grounds each day in sandals without getting some dirt and dust on your feet. Soaking and even scrubbing your feet before you tread on the berries seems a wise move. Still, when (if: $doms is 4)[Gior and $chv](elseif: $doms is 3)[Gior and the woman](elseif: $doms is 2)[$chv and the woman](else:)[the women] lift your wet feet from the buckets, they seem to be intentionally making you squirm. The soft-bristled brushes wiggle under your toes and skitter across your arches.(if: $worst is "feet")[ You let out an involuntary squeal, and they both react with terrifying delight.] The more they brush, the closer you come to wriggling completely out of the chair. Gripping the arm rests for dear life, you manage to endure it. The process is mercifully brief, and they release your ankles before you completely embarrass yourself. (if: $doms is 2 or 4)[](else:)[You can hear $chv's muffled giggles behind you, so at least you weren't the only one struggling.] Gior steps back from the three-sided chair and signals to the other Wings. "Hoist!" he calls. At his signal, the chair [[begins to lift->Wine3b]].

At Gior's signal, the petite Wingwoman leaps into the air and dangles from the rope, letting her body's weight drag the crane arm downward. You don't have to expend such a dramatic effort; with five of you working in unision, the three-sided chair carrying $chv, Ketri, and the third Wing leaps into the air. Gior shouts further instructions, and the chair slowly swivels over the massive tub. The arm of the crane clangs against the hanging iron hook, then settles down into it as the chair descends. The three Wings slip out of the chair, and their freshly-scrubbed feet sink into the mound of fruit. Each step makes a loud squelching sound that quickly grows into a cacophony as they find their balance and get to work. Gior gives another signal, and you lift the empty chair back up and out to the floor. Gior tosses the soapy brushes into the buckets with a splash and hands both buckets to you. "Dump these and rinse them out." As you do, another Wingman quickly mops up all the wet spots where kicking feet left puddles. A second brings out a bundle of crimson cloth, and the last two heft a clinking wooden chest between them. Once these chores are complete, you have little to do but watch the berry stomping Wings. It looks more like a game than work, as they hop from foot to foot, chattering and laughing amongst themselves, gripping the railing for balance. The room fills with the smell of fresh berry juice, and a wave of memory brings you back to the fragrant clearing where you had your first encounter with $mname. The whole room seems brimming with warm, happy feelings. Eventually their legs begin to tire, and their work slows. Gior calls you over. "They're ready to come out, so it's time to clean them again. We have to make sure not to spill a single drop." You dutifully take your place by the guide rope and help left the chair back into position. $chv, Ketri, and the third Wing climb back into their seats. All three are stained purple below the ankles, and droplets of thick juice dribble off their dangling feet. Leaning over the railing, Gior begins strapping $chv to the chair. "Time to get you cleaned up," he offers by way of explanation. Heavy leather secures each wrist to the armrests, and a third length crosses over $chv's lap. The other two Wings are bound the same way; you notice that Ketri in particular is wearing a look of giddy anticipation. The petite Wingwoman unrolls the red cloth. Inside are several very tightly-spooled bundles of fluffy, snow-white cotton. She hands two bundles to you and two more to Gior, who unspools one and begins winding it around $chv's right ankle in a practiced motion. You follow suit, though your wrapping doesn't end up quite as neat. $chv watches this process with interest. (if: $chvg is "m")[He](else:)[She] doesn't resist when you strap (if: $chvg is "m")[him](else:)[her] in, and even holds out (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] legs so you might easily complete the ankle wraps. The next item passed to you gets (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] attention, however. It's a heavy iron shackle. Gior immediately sets to work adjusting it to fit snugly around $chv's wrapped ankle. $chv meets your eyes with a questioning look; you merely shrug and fit the shackle in place. Both shackles are fitted with clasps that lock securely to the railing around the tub. $chv's feet are bolted up, legs spread, juice-soaked feet on display at the level of your chest. (if: $chvg is "m")[He](else:)[She] squirms nervously, surely understanding that if all these restraints are required, the next process must be significantly more intense than the one that came before. "You can use this to wipe (if: $chvg is "m")[him](else:)[her] clean," Gior instructs, holding up the second spool of white cotton. "But it would be a sin to let all this good juice go to waste." He leans in close and takes $chv's toes [[into his mouth->Wine4a]].

The delegates are chattering and laughing, occasionally bumping into each other or stepping on their partner's toes. In other words, they're too involved with each other to notice when you wiggle your thumbs against $chv's side. (if: $chvg is "m")[His](else:)[Her] body tenses. You feel a jolt against the back of your neck as (if: $chvg is "m")[he tries to pull his](else:)[she tries to pull her] arms down, then catches (if: $chvg is "m")[himself](else:)[herself] and leaves them on your shoulders. (if: $chvg is "m")[His](else:)[Her] eyes are wide, (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] jaw set, as (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she] tries to warn you against teasing (if: $chvg is "m")[him](else:)[her] like this and at the same time hide (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] reactions from everyone else in the room. You merely grin back, and give (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] sides a quick squeeze. (if: $chv is "Goval")[Fortunately, Goval seems happy to play along. You'd never be able to tease him like this if he didn't allow it; he's far stronger than you are. But as your fingers play along his broad waist, he just stifles a deep chuckle and tries to bear it. He's clearly enjoying himself.](elseif: $chv is "Lau")[Lau's got a tight smile plastered on, like (if: $LauG is "m")[he](else:)[she]'s working hard not to react to your hands. When you press your fingers in just under (if: $LauG is "m")[his](else:)[her] ribs, though, (if: $LauG is "m")[he](else:)[she] comes very close to losing all composure. "You know I'm going to get you back for this, right?" (if: $LauG is "m")[he](else:)[she] whispers.](elseif: $chv is "Maijitte")[Maijitte was maintaining an upright posture, and placing each step perfectly, right up until you poked her side. Now she's nearly toppling over, and shooting you furious looks. She's not resisting, just squeezing her eyes shut and trying to block you out. She's going to make you pay for this later, you can tell.](elseif: $chv is "Pyrra")[Pyrra's eyes are darting around the room, searching whether anyone might catch you teasing her. She'd been so focused on being the best dancer she could, you caught her completely off guard. Her eagerness to perform well makes her very easy to toy with, and you both know it. Not that she seems to mind, entirely.](elseif: $chv is "Sarren")[From the tightness of Sarren's smile, you can tell he's challenging himself not to react to your touch. Unfortunately for him, his whole body trembles each time your fingers press into his ribs. As he struggles to maintain his posture, his eyes squeeze shut and his stomach shakes with restrained laughter. You get the strong sense that he's enjoying himself.](elseif: $chv is "Ti'el")[Ti'el presses her body against yours, shaking with stifled giggles. Her face is bright red, and her lips are curled into a pout so cute you can't help but smile at it. The squeaks and gasps she lets out only encourage you, as does the way she seems to lift her arms higher, deliberately opening herself up to your attacks.](elseif: $chv is "Tsubrin")[It seems as though Tsubrin was thinking about something else entirely, as usual. But your fingers quickly capture his attention. As he tries in vain to maintain the Imperial posture and sense of seriousness he always projects, his stomach trembles with restrained laughter. He wouldn't dream of interrupting the dance, but he's clearly plotting something. You get the strong sense he'll be seeking revenge on you later.] "Now we're back to the beginning. To the left!" Feltana tucks the hand drum under one arm and begins tapping out a lively rhythm. $chv lifts (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] hands from over your head and hugs (if: $chvg is "m")[his elbows to his](else:)[her elbows to her] sides to protect them. You calmly take the sash in your left hand and place your right just above (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] hipbone. You lead (if: $chvg is "m")[him](else:)[her] to the left, gently pulling (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] arms away from (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] body. You feel the muscles in (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] core flex in an attempt to steel (if: $chvg is "m")[himself](else:)[herself] against your hands, but it does little good. When you finally squeeze, (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she] gasps in embarrassed surprise. The way (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] hip presses into your body as (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she] writhes feels very, very good. You tease (if: $chvg is "m")[him](else:)[her] for the remainder of the lesson. (if: $chvg is "m")[He](else:)[She] hitches, jumps, and squirms at each touch, and soon (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she]'s flushed and sweaty. (if: $chvg is "m")[His](else:)[Her] reactions are addictive; the more (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she] quivers, the more you enjoy it. You try to feign nonchalance as your dance partner lets out a stream of grunts and squeaks, but you're having too much fun not to smile. (if: $chvg is "m")[He](else:)[She]'s grinning too, despite the difficulty (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she]'s having following the dance steps. When you turn face to face, (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she] can't meet your eyes, and you know (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she]'s feeling the same internal heat you are. Feltana brings the lesson to a close. The Otani are sweaty and red-faced, but pleased. They offer polite thanks for your help, with no recognition of your partner's exasperated state. Happy and a little tired, they file out of the pavilion. "You two did an excellent job," Feltana muses. Her eyes sparkle, and you sense that she saw much more than the delegates did. "You really captured the essence of the dance. Of course, that's just the version we teach to outsiders." She leans in close and whispers. "When we dance for each other, we strip off our robes and have a few cups of wine first. And we use real chains." She dismisses you both, wearing a huge grin that suggests you've awakened some vivid and very enjoyable memories. Outside, the sun is setting. You and $chv head for the dining hall, where the evening meal is [[just being served->Evening Meal]].(if: $chv is "Sarren")[(set: $Sarren to it+1)](elseif: $chv is "Ti'el")[(set: $Tiel to it+1)]

The delegates are chattering and laughing, occasionally bumping into each other or stepping on their partner's toes. As far as you can tell, when they glance in your direction, its only to mimic your dance steps, not to snicker at the young Initiate rapidly turning to goo before their eyes. (if: $chvg is "m")[His](else:)[Her] thumbs wiggle slightly, and your stomach clenches in involuntary response. Was that on purpose? (if: $chvg is "m")[He](else:)[She] does it again, and this time (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] mouth curls almost imperceptibly; now you know it was intentional. You have to bite your lip to keep from whimpering. If (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she] decides to really mess with you, there's little you can do to stop (if: $chvg is "m")[him](else:)[her]. "Now we're back to the beginning. To the left!" Feltana tucks the hand drum under one arm and begins tapping out a lively rhythm. You lift your arms from around $chv's head, and (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she] again takes the sash in (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] left hand. (if: $chvg is "m")[He](else:)[She] starts to lead you in another circuit. This time, (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she] pulls you in close to (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] body, your shoulder against (if: $chvg is "m")[his chest](else:)[her breasts], as (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] fingers dig in just under your lowest rib. You gasp and try to squirm away, but (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she] releases the pressure before you fall completely out of step. You complete the circle, and (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she] turns you around. You wince, anticipating another attack, but it doesn't come. (if: $chvg is "m")[He](else:)[She]'s toying with you, making you quiver and jump in front of all these strangers. It's infuriating, and humiliating, and you're so turned on you can't even speak. (if: $chv is "Goval")[Even when you stumble, Goval's strong hands hold you tight against him. His fingers aren't the quickest or most subtle, but they're devastating when you can't squirm away. Still, with his goofy grin, you can't bring yourself to be mad at him for it.](elseif: $chv is "Lau")["Is everything alright?" Lau whispers. (if: $LauG is "m")[He](else:)[She]'s trying and failing to hide a mischievous smile. "Why are you so jumpy?" You open your mouth to reply, but (if: $LauG is "m")[he](else:)[she] squeezes your sides at that exact moment, and you have to catch yourself before you let out a very silly-sounding cry. Lau seems delighted.](elseif: $chv is "Maijitte")[Maijitte's cold smile says she knows exactly what she's doing to you, and no amount of protest on your part could convince her to stop. You can't think of a time she's seemed happier than when you meekly raise your arms and offer up your ribs to her nimble fingers. It's both exciting and a little scary to see her like this.](elseif: $chv is "Pyrra")[It's only when you meet Pyrra's eyes that you understand: she's not teasing you to spoil the dance. This is exactly how the dance is //supposed// to go. She isn't revealing an uncharacteristic mean streak, so much as diving into her role with very Pyrra-like relish. She's still driving you mad, but you can't be angry with her.](elseif: $chv is "Sarren")[You know he's more than strong enough to force your cooperation, but Sarren isn't doing that. Instead, he deftly guides you into each step, squeezing your left side when you begin to lean too far right, almost juggling your body in his hands. Of course he'd find a way to make this a challenge for himself; you can't help but admire his skill.](elseif: $chv is "Ti'el")[You've never seen Ti'el like this—she even seems a little surprised herself. Your determination not to miss a step of the dance has given her a rare opportunity to let her delicate fingers play across an unresisting target. She has to bite her lips to keep from breaking into a wide smile. Her delight is infectious.](elseif: $chv is "Tsubrin")[Your ribcage is now the subject of Tsubrin's careful study. His nimble fingers carefuly explore your body, and you can almost see the wheels turning as he mentally catalogs your reaction to every touch. Before long he's playing you with all the confidence of a skilled musician, and being his instrument is oddly thrilling.] (if: $chvg is "m")[He](else:)[She] keeps poking you, and never when you expect it. (if: $chvg is "m")[His](else:)[Her] hands drift from your hips to your underarms and back, projecting an image of nonchalance even as (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she] plucks at the fraying threads of your sanity. Each time (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she] pulls you close, you can feel (if: $chvg is "m")[him hard](else:)[the heat of her body] against your hip, and you know (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she]'s enjoying (if: $chvg is "m")[him](else:)[her]self perhaps even more than you are. By the time Feltana brings the lesson to a close, you're sweating even more than the Otani. And they have the excuse of climate; your heat is almost entirely internal. The delegates offer polite thanks for your help, and show no recognition of your embarrassment. Happy and a little tired, they file out of the pavilion. "You two did an excellent job," Feltana muses. Her eyes sparkle, and you sense that she saw much more than the delegates did. "You really captured the essence of the dance. Of course, that's just the version we teach to outsiders." She leans in close and whispers. "When we dance for each other, we strip off our clothing and have a few cups of wine first. And, we use real chains." She dismisses you both, wearing a huge grin that suggests you've awakened some vivid and very enjoyable memories. Outside, the sun is setting. You and $chv head for the dining hall, where the evening meal is [[just being served->Evening Meal]].(if: $chv is "Goval")[(set: $Goval to it+1)](if: $chv is "Lau")[(set: $Lau to it+1)](elseif: $chv is "Tsubrin")[(set: $Tsubrin to it+1)]

With Marr(if: $orient >6)[](else:)[i] now completely focused on Bricha's guidance, you're free to prod experimentally at $chv's exposed underarm. (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] stomach clenches as you trace oily figures inside the armpit, and (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she] tries in vain to twist away from your fingers. At the same time, (if: $chv is "Lau" and $LauG is "w")[her erection suddenly gets dramatically thicker and harder](elseif: $chv is "Lau" and $LauG is "m")[a flood of arousal coats your fingers](elseif: $chvg is "m")[his erection suddenly gets dramatically thicker and harder](else:)[a flood of arousal coats your fingers]. The knowledge that being tickled turns (if: $chvg is "m")[him](else:)[her] on this much isn't a surprise, exactly. But seeing it firsthand, and feeling it, and hearing (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] desperate moans, and willfully driving (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] innermost desires like an unruly beast toward a destination only you can determine—all this fills you with an intoxicating sense of erotic power. As Feis(if: $orient <4)[a](else:)[al] gradually relaxes under (if: $orient <4)[her](else:)[his] lover's gentle touch, $chv becomes increasingly frantic under yours. Your fingertips brush over (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] stiff nipples, wiggle in the tiny pool of oil collected in (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] navel, and skip playfully across the surface of (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] ribcage. All the while your other hand, slick with oil, strokes (if: $chvg is "m")[him](else:)[her] with a mercilessly steady rhythm. You feel (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] life pulsing in the throb of (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] sex and the molten heat of (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] body. (if: $chv is "Goval")[It's thrilling to see a man Goval's size reduced to a quivering mess. You almost expect him to tear off his restraints in desperation, but they hold him. The sight only makes you want to push him further.](elseif: $chv is "Lau")["Oh, I'm going to get you back for this," Lau whispers. You believe (if: $LauG is "m")[him](else:)[her], but the feel of (if: $LauG is "m")[his](else:)[her] oily skin under your fingertips is too enjoyable to worry about that now. If anything, knowing revenge is coming only makes you want to push (if: $LauG is "m")[him](else:)[her] further.](elseif: $chv is "Maijitte")[Maijitte's usually icy exterior has melted entirely into a quivering mess. You get the strong sense that she'd be giving you a glare of death, if her eyes weren't covered. If anything, knowing she'll want to obliterate you for this later only makes you want to push her further.](elseif: $chv is "Pyrra")[Pyrra's level-headed demeanor is gone entirely, reduced to a quivering mess. She initially seemed motivated solely to help the Samullites, but seeing her like this makes you wonder whether she enjoys it more than she wants to admit. The only way to be sure is to push her further.](elseif: $chv is "Sarren")[Sarren's initial strategy had been to will himself not to respond to your touch. That plan failed miserably, and now he's a quivering mess. He squeals pitifully when your fingertips trace across his oily muscles, and his hips buck in a desperate attempt to speed his climax. His defeated state only makes you want to push him further.](elseif: $chv is "Ti'el")[Ti'el's reaction is something to behold; her cheeks are bright red, and her whole body is flushed and quivering. Tickling her pink nipples makes her almost frantic with lust, while brushing your fingertip across her clit makes her shriek with laughter. She seems to love it despite herself, and it makes you want to push her even further.](elseif: $chv is "Tsubrin")[Tsubrin's usually serious demeanor has melted entirely into a quivering mess. He seems terribly embarrassed by his inability to control his body's frantic reactions. You're sure he'll formulate a plan to get revenge on you, but that only makes you want to push him further.] Feis(if: $orient <4)[a](else:)[al] cries out, (if: $orient <4)[her](else:)[his] back arches, and a violent shudder runs through (if: $orient <4)[her](else:)[him. A thick spurt of hot fluid coats Marr(if: $orient >6)[](else:)[i]'s hands and Feis(if: $orient <4)[a](else:)[al]'s stomach]. Marr(if: $orient >6)[](else:)[i] looks delighted; Feis(if: $orient <4)[a](else:)[al] looks spent. Bricha helps Marr(if: $orient >6)[](else:)[i] clean up, cooing soft words of praise at both of them. Unaware of the young couple's success, $chv groans in frustration at the ceremony's abrupt and premature ending. Following Bricha's lead, you remove the blindfold and wipe the oil from (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] body until (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] pulse calms and the urgent heat ebbs away. You're a bit disappointed yourself; teasing $chv like that was incredibly hot. (if: $chv is "Lau" or "Maijitte" or "Tsubrin")[(if: $chvg is "m")[His](else:)[Her] eyes lock on yours, and you know (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she] would love a chance to pay you back in private.](elseif: $chv is "Goval" or "Pyrra")[(if: $chvg is "m")[His](else:)[Her] eyes lock on yours, and you know (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she] would love a chance to play with you more in private.](elseif: $chv is "Sarren" or "Ti'el")[(if: $chvg is "m")[His](else:)[Her] eyes lock on yours, and you know (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she] would love to do this all again in private.] "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Marr(if: $orient >6)[](else:)[i] cries. (if: $orient <4)[She](else:)[He] holds Feis(if: $orient <4)[a](else:)[al] close, offering you, $chv, and Bricha such effusive thanks that none of you can get a word in until (if: $orient <4)[she](else:)[he] runs out of breath. Bricha also thanks you and $chv, then dismisses you both to continue your Initiate duties. You emerge from the cottage into a setting sun. You lead $chv toward the dining hall, where the evening meal is [[just being served->Evening Meal]].(if: $chv is "Sarren")[(set: $Sarren to it+1)](elseif: $chv is "Ti'el")[(set: $Tiel to it+1)]

You watch $chv's expression gradually change as Gior's mouth closes on the captive toes. $chv's eyebrows jump in surprise, (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] head cocks back as the first shock of sensation hits (if: $chvg is "m")[him](else:)[her], and (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] mouth falls open, lips curling into a smile. $chv starts to giggle, but you've heard (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] laughter many times now, and this is breathier and a little deeper than usual. (if: $chvg is "m")[He tears his](else:)[She tears her] eyes away from Gior and looks to you. (link: "Start licking")[You drag your tongue across $chv's juice-slathered arch. The flavor almost makes you swoon; the freshly-crushed berries are intensely ripe and sweet. (if: $chvg is "m")[His](else:)[Her] foot flexes away from you, so you grab it with both hands and flick your tongue between the wiggling toes. $chv's face continues to contort through a range of emotions—obviously, it tickles even worse than the cleaning brushes did earlier. But you can tell (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she]'s also torn between maintaining some dignity in all this and simply enjoying the sensations. Judging by the little moans that punctuate (if: $chvg is "m")[his](else:)[her] mirth, (if: $chvg is "m")[he](else:)[she]'s also getting very turned on. $chv isn't the only one. Gior's grinning like a man who truly loves his job. Ketri, whose squirming feet are also being licked clean, is crying out in unrestrained ecstasy. Your own breathing is growing heavy as the heat deep within you grows. (if: $chv is "Goval")[Tears slide down Goval's cheeks. For all his great strength, his broad feet are clearly his weakness, and your mouth is having a devastating effect. You can barely understand his cries for mercy through his accent, but the size of his erection speaks louder than his protests.](elseif: $chv is "Lau")["You know I'm going to get you back for this, right?" Lau spits out. That's all (if: $LauG is "m")[he](else:)[she] can manage before the laughter renders (if: $LauG is "m")[him](else:)[her] speechless. It's not an idle threat; you know (if: $LauG is "m")[he](else:)[she]'ll find some devious method of revenge later. But that doesn't mean you can't enjoy having the upper hand now.](elseif: $chv is "Maijitte")[You get the sense that Maijitte wants to appear furious at the indignity of her position, but she's just too sensitive for that. As your mouth explores her high arch, she swings between shrieks of laughter and wails of fury. You're sure she'll try to get revenge on you later, but this opportunity is just too much fun not to enjoy.](elseif: $chv is "Pyrra")[Pyrra seems to be enjoying this almost as much as Ketri. Though nibbling on her arch makes her giggle helplessly, she spends more time gasping and moaning, as though almost in disbelief at how good it feels. If you suck on her toes in just the right way, you think she might even climax.](elseif: $chv is "Sarren")[It's always odd to see Sarren, one of the most muscular men you've ever known, reduced to a quivering, begging mess. When you nibble on his arch, his laughter reaches a hilariously high pitch. But he genuinely loves being tickled beyond his limits, as his large erection is currently proving.](elseif: $chv is "Ti'el")[Poor Ti'el looks to be on the verge of madness. Her face is bright red, and that flush extends all the way down her chest, stomach, and thighs. Her small feet are just so terribly sensitive, this must be torture for her—and yet, her eyes seem to be saying she doesn't want you to stop.](elseif: $chv is "Tsubrin")[You get the feeling Tsubrin would never admit to having ticklish feet. Fortunately, he doesn't have to say anything—the way he shrieks when you nibble on his arch says it for him. You know he'll come up with some plan to enact revenge on you later, but for now it's just fun to see the cracks in his usually serious demeanor.] All too soon, every drop of syrupy juice is licked and sucked from $chv's trapped feet. Until Gior lays a hand on your shoulder, you barely notice the foot in front of you is clean. You would've happily continued, but the task is done. $chv looks relieved it's over. You and Gior use the cotton to wipe away any remaining saliva, then get to work releasing $chv from the restraints. As $chv shakily dresses, Gior claps you on the back. "Well done! You've got a talent for this, I think." He's smiling ear to ear. "Whenever we've got a spot open, I'll be sure to call on you for help." You thank him, and join an exhausted $chv in heading off to the dining hall, where the evening meal is [[just being served->Evening Meal]].(replace: "Just use the cotton")[]] (link: "Just use the cotton")[After a moment's hesitation, you unspool the cotton and simply wipe the juice from $chv's foot. Gior gives a disappointed grunt, but is too preoccupied with $chv's other foot to say anything. $chv barely seems to notice you; one foot being licked clean is enough to make (if: $chvg is "m")[him](else:)[her] squirm, giggle, gasp, and moan. Ketri, whose squirming feet are both being licked clean, is crying out in unrestrained ecstasy. Just watching it is exciting, and looking at the clean foot before you makes you wonder whether you missed out. Before long, the task is done. You and Gior release $chv from the restraints. As the three berry stompers shakily dress, Gior offers you a slightly stiff handshake. "Thanks for the help," he says. You expect there to be more, but he immediately turns to direct someone else in some other task. With a shrug, you join $chv in heading toward the dining hall, where the evening meal is [[just being served->Evening Meal]].(replace: "Start licking")[]](if: $chv is "Goval")[(set: $Goval to it+1)](elseif: $chv is "Pyrra")[(set: $Pyrra to it+1)]

You cling to the chair in alarm as the great device leaps into the air and swoops over the berry tub. The Wings on the ground carefully lower the three-sided chair into the hook above the tub. Once the chair stops swaying, you're able to slip directly out of the seat and into the fresh berries below. The fruit is soft and slippery underfoot. Ketri (if: $doms is 1 or 3)[and $chv giggle with delight as they stomp in place, and you can't help but join in their amusement](else:)[giggles with delight as she stomps in place, and you can't help but join in her amusement]. Holding the railing for balance, you press your foot into the pile and feel the syrupy juice slosh between your toes. The sweet, familiar smell of the berries fills your nostrils. It's so powerful as to be almost dizzying. You laugh and sway as you stomp along, feeling light-headed and happy. It comes as a surprise when Gior tells you to climb back into the chair; though your legs are wobbly from exertion, you feel as though no time passed, and you aren't tired. It doesn't even occur to you to be concerned when (if: $doms is >2)[Gior](else:)[a Wingwoman] reaches over the railing and pulls a leather strap across your lap. (if: $doms is >2)[He](else:)[She] cuffs both your wrists to the arm rests of the chair, and wraps white cloth around one ankle. (if: $doms is 2 or 4)[$chv](elseif: $doms is 3)[A Wingwoman](else:)[Another Wingwoman] wraps your other ankle in a similar manner. It's only when your feet are fixed tightly to the railing in front of you with metal shackles, legs spread wide, that your head starts to clear. A thrill runs up your spine, blended with just a bit of fear. Both your feet are coated almost to the ankle with thick purple juice. You wiggle your toes nervously, and sweet droplets slide down your soles. (if: $doms is 4)[Gior and $chv](elseif: $doms is 3)[Gior and the Wingwoman](elseif: $doms is 2)[$chv and the Wingwoman](else:)[The two Wingwomen] are each eyeing the foot in front of them with what looks like hunger. Before you manage to spit out a protest, they both lean forward and [[start to lick->Wine4b]].

Your tired legs tremble as their mouths descend on your trapped feet. The feeling is indescribable—terrible and wonderful at the same time. It tickles like mad, but it's accompanied by odd waves of pleasure that seem to radiate up your legs and directly to your core. They lick and suck the soft skin under your arches and between each toe. (if: $doms is >2)[Gior](elseif: $doms is 2)[The Wingwoman](else:)[One Wingwoman] laps at your heel, making sure to catch even the smallest droplets of fresh juice before they fall. (if: $doms is 2 or 4)[$chv](elseif: $doms is 3)[The Wingwoman](else:)[The other] nibbles at the inner side of your instep, gripping your toes with both hands so you can't twist your foot away. The blend of sensations renders you a gibbering mess almost instantly. You yelp, squeal, gasp, and moan, sometimes all in the span of a single breath. Less ambiguous is the result occuring between your legs. As you quiver and buck against the belt holding your hips in place, the heat in your core steadily rises. Not for the first time, you wonder at your own body's reactions to being tormented like this. What's worse, with your hands pinned and legs spread wide, it's impossible to conceal (if: $sex is "p")[your erection](else:)[how wet you are]. They could reach up and stroke you, if they wished. But their focus remains on your sensitive feet, and you can only suffer with embarrassed laughter. Behind you, Ketri is crying out in unrestrained ecstasy—you can see why this is her favorite job at the Temple. You want to enjoy this the way she is, but it tickles too much for you to focus on the pleasure. (if: $chv is "Goval")[Goval is laughing so hard the entire three-sided chair shakes; you know his feet are his most ticklish spot, so this must be almost unbearable for him.](elseif: $chv is "Lau")[Lau's eyes sparkle with mischief; you get the impression (if: $LauG is "m")[he](else:)[she]'d be happy to torment you like this any time, whether wine was involved or not.](elseif: $chv is "Maijitte")[Maijitte's icy glare is both exciting and a little scary; there's nothing she enjoys more than watching you squirm.](elseif: $chv is "Pyrra")[Pyrra seems to be more on Ketri's wavelength; her moans are far louder and more urgent than her giggles.](elseif: $chv is "Sarren")[The chair shakes beneath you as Sarren's muscular form thrashes against the restraints; his laughter sounds too high-pitched to be his.](elseif: $chv is "Ti'el")[Poor Ti'el doesn't know whether to laugh, cry, scream, or praise the Princess; this must be unbearable for feet as ticklish as hers.](elseif: $chv is "Tsubrin")[Tsubrin's approach is characteristically methodical: after covering every inch of your foot with his tongue, he returns again and again to the spots that make you squeal the loudest.] You're nearly ready to beg for mercy, when the two tormenters at your feet abruptly stop. It takes you a moment to realize your feet have been licked clean of juice. They carefully dry you with soft white cloths, then release the shackles around your ankles. When the chair has been returned to the floor and your arm and belt straps have been released, you have to be helped to your feet. It's not until you finish dressing that you feel steady again; you're not sure whether you'd rather try it again immediately, or leave this place and never come back. Gior (if: $doms is 1 or 3)[joins you, a broad grin on his face.](else:)[and $chv join you, matching grins on their faces.] "Well done!" Gior says to both of you. "You're exactly the sort of volunteers we need for this job. I'll be sure to call on you both next time we've got a spot to fill." You thank him sheepishly, and you and $chv head off toward the dining hall, where the evening meal is [[just being served->Evening Meal]].(if: $chv is "Maijitte")[(set: $Maijitte to it+1)](elseif: $chv is "Pyrra")[(set: $Pyrra to it+1)](if: $chv is "Tsubrin")[(set: $Tsubrin to it+1)]

(link: "You begin to dream ...")[ (if: $tsk is "1a")[|1a>[(text-style: "fade-in-out")[You see the other Initiates, naked, their arms bound over their heads with sashes. They squirm and wriggle, smiling as though inviting you to take advantage of their vulnerable positions. You hear Feltana's voice, echoing as though from a great distance, call out a dizzying array of instructions. You rush from one Initiate to the next, touching them just long enough to prod them into a fit of giggles, then spinning to find a new partner who wants your attention. You want to dance with them all, to hear all their laughter at once, but the beat gets steadily faster, and you struggle to keep up.]]](elseif: $tsk is "1b")[|1b>[(text-style: "fade-in-out")[The other Initiates surround you, gently lifting your arms over your head. Their naked bodies press against yours, and you feel their hands begin to crawl up and down your sides. You hear Feltana's voice, echoing as though from a great distance, call out a complex array of instructions. As you giggle and squirm, the Initiates pass you from one partner to the next, spinning and prodding you on. They all want to dance with you, to hear your helpless laughter, but the beat gets steadily faster, and you struggle to keep up.]]](elseif: $tsk is "2a")[|2a>[(text-style: "fade-in-out")[You see the other Initiates, sitting side by side, their bare feet propped up before you. Their toes are slick with purple syrup that glistens on their skin. You hear Gior's voice, echoing as though from a great distance, warning you not to let a single drop spill. You rush from one Initiate to the next, lapping eagerly at their soles, trying to catch each sweet droplet before it trails down their heels and falls away. They squirm and giggle at your touch, but as soon as you turn away from one pair of helpless feet, they seem covered in fresh juice once again. The scent of intoxicating berries fills your nostrils, and you struggle to keep up with all the wiggling toes that surround you.]]](elseif: $tsk is "2b")[|2b>[(text-style: "fade-in-out")[Your feet are propped up and coated with glistening purple syrup. The other Initiates crowd around, their mouths licking and sucking at your helpless feet. You hear Gior's voice, echoing as though from a great distance, warning them not to let a single drop spill. They pour more juice over your toes, laughing and taunting you as the warm, wet, ticklish sensations become unbearable. The scent of intoxicating berries fills your nostrils, and you beg for mercy as the "cleaning" continues.]]](elseif: $tsk is "3a")[|3a>[(text-style: "fade-in-out")[You see the other Initiates, naked and bound, their bodies writhing with obvious need. Their eyes are covered, but they beg you to ease their unbearable arousal. You hear Bricha's voice, echoing as though from a great distance, intoning a prayer to Calai that you may grant them release. As you touch one oil-slick body, its owner moans and cries out with pleasure, but your other friends plead even more desperately. You rush from one Initiate to the next, trying to satisfy them all, but as their arousal grows, you struggle to keep up.]]](elseif: $tsk is "3b")[|3b>[(text-style: "fade-in-out")[Your limbs are bound, your eyes wreathed in darkness, but you feel the other Initiates crowding around you. Oil-slick hands touch your naked body, too many to count, massaging and caressing your bare skin. You hear Bricha's voice, echoing as though from a great distance, intoning a prayer to Calai that they may grant you release. But their fingers only tease you to greater and more intense need, and you writhe helplessly as your arousal grows. The sensations overwhelm you, and you beg for mercy as the ritual continues.]]](show: ?wake)] |wake)[(live: 10s)[(stop:)You wake with a start. The night is still dark and silent. You feel confused, and horny, and no better rested than you were when you first came to bed. With a deep sigh, you lie back down, close your eyes, and try not to obsess over what might happen [[tomorrow->False end]].(replace: ?1a)[](replace: ?1b)[](replace: ?2a)[](replace:?2b)[](replace: ?3a)[](replace: ?3b)[]]]

(css: "font-size:150%")[Chapter VI] Night by night, the moon overhead completes her cycle. As the month passes, you feel yourself being drawn ever closer into the life of the Temple. The morning lessons with Botto grow less theoretical, and more practical—day by day, you learn how to recite the sacred love poems, counsel heartbroken worshippers, and bless happy couples. Those aren't your only lessons, of course. With the other Initiates, you also learn how to tie inescapable knots, tease sensitive skin, elicit infectious laughter from all manner of happily willing subjects, and endure being one of those subjects yourself. You also see your fellow Initiates being called away from your chores more and more. Much as $mname volunteered you (if: $tsk is "1a" or "1b")[to demonstrate a sacred dance](elseif: $tsk is "2a" or "2b")[to help in making sacred wine](elseif: $tsk is "3a" or "3b")[to help a couple with lovemaking difficulties](else:)[for a particularly memorable task], your friends are increasingly being interrupted in their daily routines by busy Wings seeking assistance. Watching them go, you can't help but feel pangs of jealousy, a little thrill at the thought of what they might be doing, and the dull, warm ache of arousal. It's been far too long since you've enjoyed the attentions of another. The satisfied, often tired smiles on your friends' faces when they return, and hearing the stories of what they were called to do, makes your need all the more urgent. You know your turn will come again, but not knowing when makes for an aggravating [[wait->Summons]].

Though Botto is usually an engaging teacher, today's lecture is a numbing exception. He's explaining, with the aid of a soft clay tablet and stylus, how to calculate the mathematical ratios between the dimensions of buildings throughout the Temple grounds, and how their exact positions are harmoniously aligned with Calai's favorite numbers. Tsubrin looks fascinated, and Pyrra is her usual attentive self, but you and the rest of the Initiates can barely keep your eyes open. The marks he makes on the tablet seem to blur before you, and you have to fight to keep your head from drooping. Thankfully, the lesson ends, and you look up to see $mname at the door. The sight of (if: $mname is "Tora")[her](else:)[his] face jolts you to your feet with such speed, you feel momentarily dizzy. You don't much care what (if: $mname is "Tora")[she](else:)[he]'s summoning you for; it must be more interesting than this! You almost run to (if: $mname is "Tora")[her](else:)[his] side, and ask no questions as (if: $mname is "Tora")[she](else:)[he] leads you toward some unknown fate. The two of you go to a small, shabby-looking hut tucked into a cleft in the mountainside. You're certain you've walked past it before, but you can't recall ever seeing anyone go near it. Its exterior is bare stone, with no markings or decorations to hint at its purpose. Standing outside the hut, $mname brings you close and murmurs so as not to be overheard by passerby. "This is one of the oldest structures on the whole mountain," (if: $mname is "Tora")[she](else:)[he] explains. "Built long, long ago for the purpose of holding and interrogating enemies of the Priestess. Today, you are to learn how it works." The hut looks much too small to house more than a single captive. More importantly, its ancient walls and simple wooden door look ready to crumble at the slightest invitation; you can't imagine them providing much resistance against an escape attempt. You prepare to go inside, but $mname turns and instead heads into [[a nearby cave->back entrance]].

You follow $mname through a series of twisting tunnels until you come upon a large iron door, barred from the outside with a massive oaken beam. This looks far more like what you'd imagine for the outside of a prison. (if: $mname is "Tora")[She](else:)[He] gestures for your help, and with some effort, the two of you manage to slide the beam aside and open the door. Inside, the corridor widens and slopes downward. Thin shafts of light pierce the rock overhead, giving barely enough light to see. The air is stale and warm. The path is lined with cells: rough niches carved into the rock walls, just large enough for a person to lie within. The cell entrances have barred iron grates, and iron shackles lie on the floors inside. Thankfully, they all seem to be empty. At the end of this hall is another iron door, this one smaller than the first. (if: $ds >=5)[Here, $mname stops. "In the room beyond there is a spy, captured attempting to sneak into the Inner Sanctum of the Grand Temple. You must not harm (if: $orient >=5)[him](else:)[her], but I believe you have the knowledge and temperament to ... //encourage// (if: $orient >=5)[him](else:)[her] to talk." The grin on $mname's lips makes (if: $mname is "Tora")[her](else:)[his] meaning obvious. "In particular, you must learn the name of the one who sent (if: $orient >=5)[him](else:)[her] here." "Pray to Calai. Recite the Song of Abrilla three times, that She might guide your hands. Then, go through this door and begin." The Song of Abrilla is a long one, but thanks to Botto's lessons you know it by heart. As you begin, $mname turns and retreats out the way you came. You'll have to go in alone, and the thought is daunting. Still, you chant the verses you were taught, and the repetition fortifies your nerve. When you've completed the Song a third time, you take a deep breath and [[open the door->Interrogation]].](else:)[$mname pulls the door aside, and you step into a round room with rough stone walls. Several braziers light the room, making it brighter and warmer than the hallway you came in through. Set into the center of the stone floor is a series of iron shackles. "Compassion demands that we understand even our most dangerous enemies," $mname says. "I believe your experience and temperament make you well-suited to this. Strip off your clothing, and walk in the path of a captive." Your nerves sing with anxiety as you remove your robe. You've been tied up and naked more times now than you can count, but the grim atmosphere of the ancient dungeon unsettles you. Once you are completely naked, $mname has you lie on the floor. (if: $mname is "Tora")[She](else:)[He] closes shackles over your arms, legs, and neck, spreading your limbs and rendering you immobile. "Pray to Calai for fortitude. Meditate on Her compassion. But whatever you do, do not speak the name 'Shomech'." With that confusing instruction, $mname leaves the room, closing the door behind (if: $mname is "Tora")[her](else:)[him] with a [[hollow thud->Torment]].]

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The Temple Of Calai

Dominic Solletti

This story contains scenes of tickling, bondage, nudity, sex, consensual erotic torture and (imaginary) religious pratices. This work is intended for adults; persons under 18 and/or anyone who finds these topics distressing should not continue.

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The Temple of Calai by Dominic Solletti