Table Of ContentThe Alexandras in Trouble! A Soul Calibur Tickling Story
A tale of Souls and Swords, eternally retold.
Ostrheinsburg Castle. A place where the lines between reality and fantasy
blurred; where the righteous fell and the sins of men took life. It was in this
place that a Blonde haired woman with a sword and shield was reported to be
heading towards.
Why would such a beautiful woman want to head to such a dreadful and
desolate place was unknown, but she carried the determination of the gods -
and perhaps their wrath - with her.
Yet, she was never seen again.
Her name was Sophitia.
Sophitia Alexandria had been missing for over two months and now her sister,
Cassandra had come looking for her. This wasn’t her first journey into the
castle though. She had tried to come alone, like her sister, and bring her back
home. But she was stopped by a sadistic girl with green hair and a giant bladed
ring for a weapon. Cassandra found herself unable to best the girl in battle and
barely able to retreat from the castle.
But Cassandra wasn’t about to give up. Cassandra had gathered some gold
together and hired a band of mercenaries to come with her this time. They were
an unruly bunch and they came from all walks of life. Some came for a
challenge, some came for revenge against the evils that supposedly originated
from this castle. Whatever their reason, they were here, knowing the risk of
what they faced.
After awhile out on the boat the mercenaries began to converse with one
another. Cassandra herself, kept silent. Her thoughts were with her family at
home and her missing sister.
“Hey lass! You’re the one who is running this little ‘group of the chosen’.” said
one Mercenary. “How about you come over here and show me what the gods
have given you? Heh heh…”
“Eww! Not a chance! And your obviously drunk, to top it off.” scoffed Cassandra
at the drunken Mercenary.
“Can you blame him?” said another Mercenary with a bit more self respect then
the first.”
“Here we are, at the most dangerous place on the earth. Some people need
liquor to steel themselves. Some people have faith, like you and I. It wouldn’t
hurt to get to know your crew. We might be the last faces you ever see.”
“I appreciate the sentiment, but I plan on coming out alive. With your help of
course. And if you all want the other half of your payment, then you’ll come
back out alive. If liquor is your motivation, then fight to live to drink some more
when we’re done here.” said Cassandra.
A majority of the mercenaries nodded in agreement and went back to talking.
“Hey. What about you, big guy? You haven’t said anything since we’ve gotten
here? She must be paying you twice as much as the rest of us.”
A big, tall, dark-skinned man stood up, acknowledging that he was the one
being talked too. His height and width were intimidating and his face was void
of all emotion.
The tall man wore nothing but a tattered sleeveless shirt, patched together with
animal hides and fur; a wide pair of beige eastern-style pants; white socks and
sandals and a pair of finger gloves, all covered up by a brown over cloak with
sleeves that covered his whole body. The hood that he was wearing, attached to
the cloak only made him more intimidating.
“Pay? I’m not getting paid for this.” responded the tall man in a deep tone.
“You must be loco!” said the drunken Mercenary. “Even the Paladin-looking
fellow over there is getting paid! You got that much faith in your god, buddy?”
“I’m also no crusader. I only believe in powers that I can see.” the tall man
responded.
“Then… why are you helping me?” asked Cassandra. “What else do I have to
offer you? You’re not here to obtain that god awful sword that is here are you?! I
turned down a handful of ‘helpful’ folks because they wanted…”
“I want nothing to do with Soul Edge or Soul Calibur, the ‘good’ sword. Both
swords are a problem if you ask me. My reason for being here…” said the man
as he stood up, towering over everyone else on the boat.
“It to see your family reunited.”
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The other mercenaries had grown tired and found themselves occupying their
time with card games and stories. Cassandra found herself talking to the tall
man who grew up in the “New World.”
“So, you were a slave?” asked Cassandra.
“No. But my father was. He was brought over to the New World as a slave. He
saved up money his whole life to buy his freedom and finally accomplished it,
late in his life. He then married a woman from the new world and moved back
over here to Europe. I was born soon after, but my parents died right after.”
“What killed them?”
“Natural causes.” They got sick and simply perished. Lucky me, the sickness
that killed them, didn’t take me. I grew up my whole life without love, happiness
or family. But that is why I fight. I fight to protect that which I have never had.”
“What is your name? You haven’t said since we’ve been talking.” asked
Cassandra.
“Call me Adam.” said the tall guy. “My parents died before they could name me.
So I adopted that name myself.”
“And what do you want in life, Adam? I can’t imagine you are fine just drifting
through in life like you are now?”
“Why so many questions, Ms. Alexandria?” asked Adam.
“Because you’re interesting. Unlike these other guys. Glory, revenge,
adventure… everyone wants those. But you… you’re different.”
Cassandra turned around, looking at the looming castle around the small river
boat.
“Your eyes are like that of the Green haired girl. Cold and lonely... I just want to
make sure you’re not working for her.”
“I know not of this woman you speak of.” coldly responded Adam.
“Then what are you fighting for?”
“… to see your family re-unit”
“Why do you care about my family?!” shouted Cassandra. “I don’t know you or
anything about you! Do you take me for a fool? What is your real goal?!”
“…If you don’t want my help, I shall simply leave.”
“It’s not that simple! I want a straight answer from you!”
“It goes like this, ma’am.” Adam said as he stood up, finally looking Cassandra
in the eye. “I’m offering my help to see a family that loves and cares for each
other reunited. To see a dream of mine come true, for someone else. To see that
which I will never have! To see a miracle… that no god can or is willing to make
happen. Just the will of man.”
Adam then walked towards the edge of the boat.
“If you do not want me to help you in this endeavor, then tell me and I will leave
as quick and swift as I agreed to join you.”
“Well, sheesh! You didn’t have to get all angry on me. I just wanted to make
sure…”
Cassandra looked at Adam to see his face. His face was one of huge burden.
“I’m sorry…”
“Don’t worry about it.” said Adam as he walked over to the other part of the
boat, lowered his head and his hood over his face.
“Good one, Cassandra. Good one…”
Cassandra who now felt bad about the way she treated the kind-hearted
mercenary, now too hung her head. She felt as tall and proud as a street rat.
After a minute, Adam got up again and looked to the sky, noticing a flock of
ravens overhead. He then spotted over to the left wall, a Lizardman watching
over and then quickly ducking down. They were being watch. After looking
around a bit more, he finally got a grip of their situation. And it was a dire one.
“Cassandra.”
“Umm… yeah?”
“When the haze of darkness begins its descent, when the rage of evil begins to
vent; when the weak lose hope and the gods start whining. Look beyond the
stars and for the Silver lining.”
And with those words, Adam fell backward into the water below and
disappeared into the river.
“Crazy lad! He sunk like a rock!” said the drunk Mercenary.
“No. That was a warning, look above you!” replied another Mercenary.
A slew of burning rocks was flung at the small river boat. Small and large
fireballs flew towards.
“Everyone, off the boat!” shouted Cassandra at the top of her lungs.
Before she herself could get off of the boat, she was struck in the head by a
flaming rock, knocking her unconscious.
Before she passed out, she remembered seeing her mercenary allies fighting
and dying at the hands of the Lizardmen.
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“Ungh. Where am I?” asked Cassandra when she woke up.
She had found herself tied up her arms and legs stretched out in an X position.
She also found her shoes removed.
“Eeeeeee! Where are my shoes? I don’t know who kidnapped me, but whoever it
is must be kinky.”
Cassandra’s vision finally cleared up and she looked around to see what was
around her and to her surprise, Sophitia was next to her sleeping.
“Sophitia! You’re alive! Wake up, sis! WAKE UP!”
“Ungh… no… no more… please…” said Sophitia as she began to wake up.
“Sister! I am glad to see you. But I wish it wasn’t like this. I-I don’t want you to
suffer as I am.” said Sophitia.
“Don’t worry, Sophitia. We’ll get out of this somehow.” said Cassandra.
As she said that, the door leading to where the two Alexandria sisters were
opened up.
“He-loo my new toys!” said the green haired girl from before.
“Tira! Please. Stop this insanity.” said Sophitia.
“No way. I can get more power out of your souls by doing this!” said Tira
sadistically.
“Who would have thought that laughter is good for the soul? Kootchy, kootchy
koo!” said Tira as she ran a black raven feather across Sophitia’s neck and
chest.
“Eheheeheheheee! Stop that! I mehehehehean it! Get that feather
awahahahahay from m-my bosom!” shouted and giggled Sophitia.
“Yeah. Your sister is freaky. But that works out for me. Because the more she
enjoys this, the stronger her soul becomes and the more energy it produces!”
Tira then pulled out a red crystal.
“And I store the excess energy in this crystal and then give it to Soul Edge. It’s
like one strong soul giving birth to a hundred normal souls!”
“You’re disgusting! Making my sister… feel like that to fuel that demonic sword.
When I get out of here, I’m going to destroy that sword for good!” bellowed
Cassandra.
“Sure you are. This crystal glows whenever a strong soul like your sisters is
nearby and that I can get it in the same way.”
Tira put the crystal near Cassandra face so she could watch it glow brightly.
“Guess what? It glows stronger when near you as opposed to you sister.”
Cassandra’s face turned red after hearing that. She knew that meant that Tira
was going to focus on her more than Sophitia.
“Hmm… let’s start with your feet. Tickle, tickle, tickle…” said Tira in a soft tone.
“AHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAA! NOOO! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” screamed
Cassandra at the top of her lungs as she thrashed wildly.
“Whoah! You’re a screamer. You must be a little hot.” said Tira.
Cassandra was a very flirty girl, she was also a very ticklish girl. But no one
knew that one could lead to the other. Cassandra was turned on greatly by
being tickled. So much that she never let anyone even touch her in any way
unless she was in control. Even being hugged tickled Cassandra sometimes. To
make things worse, she took extra care of her feet. Any girl could have big
breats and a nice butt she thought. But she wanted to stand out among her
peers. So whenever she could, she took care of her feet; painting her nails,
getting pedicures and finding soft things to rest them on. All of that was a part
of her foot care. She even patted the inside of her boots with fur to make
walking long distances much easier.
This was also one of the reasons that unlike her sister Sophitia, she never wore
sandals. She couldn’t find a pair that was as smooth and sexy as she wanted
them to be. Now, this was being used against her as Tira casually ran her finger
down her foot.
“NO NO NO NO! SHAHAHAHAHAA! STAHAHAHAHAHAAP! ANYTHIHIHING! I’LL
DOHOHO ANIHIHI-ANYTHIHIHIHING! JUST STAHAHAHAHAHAP! GAHAHA!”
Soon, Cassandra began to get aroused from the tickling. This was much faster
than Sophitia or anyone else would have expected. If Tira realized this, then
Cassandra would soon find her now flushed areas to be under assault. If Tira
discovered the part of the body where Cassandra’s soul was weakest at, then
Cassandra might accidentally lose her soul through the torture like Sophitia
herself almost did before.
“Wait!” shouted Sophitia. “Please… spare my sister a little. It is my go to face
your workings…”
“Huh? You’re volunteering to go? But you haaaate it when I tickle your feet and
open up your Soul Door.” said Tira with an evil grin.
“Yes… yes I do. But I must share this burden with my sister. Please, honor my
wishes.” said Sophitia.
“Hmm. Fine. But she’s going to get it too. Let me go check on things out-”
A large thumping noise was heard outside. At its sound, Tira’s attitude turned
from the crazy happy Tira, to a darker more angry Tira.
“Hey!” Tira shouted as she ran out.
“Are you okay Cassandra?” asked a worried Sophitia.
“Y-yeah. I am fine. Why did you offer to take my place! I don’t want her tickling
and teasing your naughty bits!” said Cassandra, upset that her sister was
trying to save her, even now.
“Because you’re so aroused right now that you’ll burst if she tickles you
somewhere improper.”
“I- I… am?” asked Cassandra as she looked down to see her erect nipples.
“H-h-hey! When d-did that happen?” asked Cassandra as she blushed furiously.
“I think all of those pedicures made your feet an erotic spot sister.” giggled
Sophitia.
“I-I guess so.” said Cassandra as she wiggled her toes and blushed some more.
“I don’t have a problem with that either.”
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Two hours had passed since Tira left. Something was keeping her away and it
gave the sisters some bonding time.
“So how is Rothion doing? I miss him.” said Sophita.
“He was fine when I saw him last. Watching the children and wondering when
you’ll be coming home. He misses your bread.” replied Cassandra.
“Oh, how I long to go home and feel the warmth of my children.”
“Yeah. We all want you to come home. And you will when we get…”
A screeching sound screeched over as two Ravens flew into the room.
“Oh no!” shouted Sophitia. “They’re here to keep us busy until Tira gets back!
Brace yourself!”
“What are you talking about, brace for what?”
One of the birds flew over to Sophitia’s bosom and nestled its way in between
the two and then began to ruffle its feathers.
“Ahahahahahaahaaa! Bahahahahaaad bihihird! Stahahahahahaaap!” giggled
Sophitia as the raven tickled her with its feathers.
The other bird then flew towards Cassandra and began to burrow its way
through her clothing.
“Eww! You rahahahat with wihihings! Gehehet oout! Hehehehehehee!
Grohohohosss! Stahahahahahahahahaaap! Get out of my brahahaha! NO!
Thahahahat’s a nihihihi! NO! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOO! Stahahap going
dahaahaha- down! I meheheheheeeee! Meheheheheean- mehehean it! AHAHA!
NAOHOHOHOHOHO NAHAHAHAAT MY AHAHAHAHAASSS! AHAHAHAHAHA!”
Sophitia wasn’t doing any better at this point as the raven tickling her started
to tickle her all over now.
“BY THE GAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAAS! AHAHAHAHAHAAA! Leeheheeeave my
bahahahahahaaa! Leheheheave my bu-ahahahahaa - butt alohohohone!
Stahahahp! AH! My thihihihighs! Wahahahahaahaahahaahaahaa! Plehehehese
stahahahahahahaaap! NOHOHOHOHO! My feheheheheeeet!
STAHAHAHAHAHAP! AHAHAHAHAHAAA! TEEEHEE! TH-THE TOHOHOHOES!”
giggled Sophitia.
The two girls giggled loudly with one another and the red crystal that was left
on the table glowed with energy. The ravens didn’t stop until each raven had
found the Soul Door on each woman. It wasn’t their most ticklish area, but it
was the area that had to be tickled in order to get the most soul energy of them
later. For Cassandra, it was her backside, which she always used in battle. As
for Sophitia, it was her ticklish toes, surprising to Cassandra since her older
sister never showed any appreciation for that particular area of the body.
“AHAHAHAHAHAAHAA! HEHEHEEE-HESPE-HEPHAESTUS! HEHEHEHELLP
ME-MEHEHEHEHEHEEE! PLEHEHEHEHEHESE MAHAHAHA-MAHAKE
THIHIS TEHEHEHEEE-TEMPTATION STAHHAAHAHAHAHAAAP! OHOHOHOO!
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I CAHAHAHAHAHAAN’T TAHAHAHAAHAKE IHIHIHIHIT
ANIHIHIHIHIHIHI-ANYMOHOHOHOHOHORE!” cried Sophitia as her body
limped and twitched in desire.
Sophitia felt shame for her body betraying her in this way. She felt as if she was
betraying her gods and her family back at home. Because somewhere deep
inside of her, she began to enjoy being teased like this; teased like this time and
time again over by Tira.
Next to her, Cassandra wasn’t having the moral dilemma that her sister was
having. But she too was trying hard not to enjoy it so much.
“EEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE! WHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOO!
AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAA! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEE! BWAHAHA!
BWAHAHAHAHAAAA! UN-UNGH! AHAHAHAHAAHAHAA! WAHAHAAAAA!
WHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAAAAA!” squealed Cassandra in delight as her
behind shook and bounced all over.
The fact that Cassandra’s butt was jiggling on its own was a naughty delight of
its own. Cassandra loved that she was gifted with a luscious back end.
Whenever she could shake it, she did. This ended up transferring into her
fighting style too.
However as if a call to end their delight, another shriek was heard from the
window above. However, instead of another Black Raven coming into the room,
entered a lone Silver Owl.
“Waa… what… is that?” asked Sophitia, trying to catch her breath.
The two ravens, left the girls presence and flew over to the owl in an attack
formation. The owl in return, spread its wings wide and dove in to attack. In a
brutal avian battle, the Owl single handedly defeated both ravens as the fell to
the ground lifeless. The owl then flew on top of Cassandra head and simply sat
there.
“Thank… thank you… gods…” said Sophitia. “I couldn’t bear any m-more of
that.”
“So then, why are you thanking the gods?”
The wooden door swung open and entered Adam, the hired mercenary from
before. He was battered, beaten and had 3 different arrow wounds in his back.
But here he was.
“Oh… my god. You’re alive?!” shouted Cassanda.
“Y-yeah and… eeeeee!” shouted Adam after looking at Cassandra and her sister
in their predicament.
In his fluster, he tripped and stumbled down the stairs.
“Oh god. Are you okay?” asked Sophitia.
“I’ve fallen and I can’t get up…”
“Really?” said Cassandra.
“N-no. I am fine. I just didn’t expect to see you - and who I suppose is your
sister - like this.” said Adam.
“Oh what? It’s not like we’re naked or anything.” said Cassandra.
“Well… um… fine. But I’ve never seen that much of any girl before! G-give me a
break.” Adam said after standing up.
He then took another look at Cassandra and Sophitita. While the two sisters
were not indeed naked, they were both barefoot, revealing their sizeable busts
and wearing no bottom wear that covered their backsides.
For all intents and purposes, the two of them being naked would have made no
difference to him. As he stood there in awe, the blood starting rushing to his
face and other parts of his body.
“O-Oh my!” said Sophitia blushing profusely. “I… uh… oh wow. I can’t s-say…
I… eh… oh the… oooh!”
“Whoah!” Cassandra said with a huge grin. “Come here and let me get a grip on
that Handle! Hehehehehee!”
“Cassandra!” shouted Sophitia still blushing and now light headed. She then
took another look at Adam.
“Damn. Let me Handle that… I mean… umph! Please, s-sir! Hide your feeling
ab-about my sister and myself! Quick! I can’t stop looking!” said Sophitia
flustered.
“What are you two giggling about?” said Adam.
“You’re the one ‘stiffening up’.” said Cassandra still grinning from cheek to
cheek.
“Stop s-staring then! You’re beautiful women a-and I am a guy. It’s a natural
reaction. P-pervert.” he said to Cassandra.
“Girl.” Cassandra said in response.
“I-ignoring that. I need to get you out of those chains.” said Adam as he ran
over to Cassandra, trying to figure out how to release them.
“A friend of yours sister?” asked Sophitia.
“Sort of. I hired a bunch of mercenaries to help me get here. This guy came for
free. Shouting stuff about how he wanted to see our family reunited, how he
never really had one and the like. Total saint.” said Cassandra nonchalantly.
“Sounds familiar.” said Sophitia. “Anyway. Thank you, er…”
“Adam.”
“Yes. Thank you Adam for saving us. The gods must surely be praised.”
“… the Gods. They aren’t saving you. I am.”
Sophitia looked at him and saw the same cold eyes and life that she saw in Tira.
However, unlike in Tira, this person had hope. He could see the light, if given
Description:A Soul Calibur Tickling Story. A tale of Souls and Swords, eternally retold. Ostrheinsburg Castle. A place where the lines between reality and fantasy.
