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Lithe slipped off her form-fitting white working uniform and slid it back into the break-room locker. It had been a relatively quiet night tonight, though that didn’t mean much. Ozzie’s was the most prestigious nightclub on the Lust Ring, of course it could get pretty rowdy out there. She was happy to just work behind the stage, even obstensibly the high-falutin clientele could just be animals to the girls dancing or serving drinks. She fished about for her going-home clothes. The slender red-skinned imp was the only one in the change room now, alone with her thoughts.

The opening act had been volunteer, some white-haired sucker with a guitar singing some stupid love song to his wife. Props to him for having the balls to get up on stage and serenade her, but even the Boss had had to get out there and tell him to read the room and switch to something more appropriate. She had tried to mess up their act a little with the hanging podium, but they had just taken it in stride, singing their sappy song while spinning round and around on it.

The new couple had eventually been thrown out, no surprise there, and after that the night had picked up. Verosika had been on stage, and supposedly Lord Stolas has been in the crowd, still with some gutter-rat imp he had apparently divorced his perfect wife for. Juicy.

Too bad she had been working, and hadn’t even been able to ask either of them for an autograph.

Abruptly, Lithe straightened, yellow eyes going wide. She was alone, but she stepped back from the locker on her slender digitigrade legs, cloven hooves clopping on the tiles. Her owlish white beaked face slowly swivelled, as she tried to reason out what was wrong. She felt like she was falling, the room was starting to spin, how, why, she’d been dry all night…

She looked down at her hands, slender, three-fingered, Salmon-egg red, and with the floor visible through them. Her beak fell open, and her tail lashed as she read out the back-cover of one of Lavender’s trashy novels through her palm. She was dematerializing! She was being summoned! How, this had never happened before! And she was just wearing her black neck-band, maroon leggings, and violet work-bra, she wasn’t dressed for the Mortal World!

Lithe scrambled, spinning on a hoof, and hissed as her hand passed through the lid on the locker. Hopefully this wouldn’t take long. She didn’t like the thought of having to explain to Fizzarolli why she was late to work on her next shift. But hey, she hadn’t been to the Human World since her last life, maybe this would be fun, it was probably just some kids playing with a Ouija board. She would scare them, have some escapades, start a few urban legends, enjoy a night outside of Hell, yeah this would be fun...

“Hoof!” Lithe gasped, and realized this was not going to be fun. She had the sensation –and as she struggled to reinflate her lungs, her body agreed- of having been moving at a great speed, and then being suddenly arrested, forced to comply with another world that had her slender body in an entirely different context. No visions of hurtling through tunnels, but now she was surrounded by steel walls, lit with ominous glowing red panels. The air was chillier than where she had come from, making her more aware of her exposed skin. It had the boiled-water feel of having been cleaned and recycled.

Lithe instinctively made to step away and take cover from whatever her Summoner had in mind for her, and felt her muscles jerk. She swallowed, slit-pupils shrinking to tiny pricks in her long-lashed eyes. Her arms were stretched overhead, pulled to either side, legs pulled forcibly apart, limbs lashed at wrists and ankles to the arms of an x-fame. Another strap pulled across her ribs, rubbing against her under her bust as she struggled.

“Oh, Archangel Michael,” she swore. She gave a tug, feeling her muscles working, feeling a slight give as the strap stretched. She worked her legs, tail lashing behind her, trying to close her thighs, but she wasn’t going anywhere. That was when she noticed the steel hoop reaching from floor to ceiling around her, covered in faintly glowing sigils. A circle. A summoning circle. A vertical summoning circle. Somehow, she had not only been summoned, she had been summoned straight into bondage! “What…The… Heaven…” she grunted, fangs grinding as she strained to work a limb free.

Inside her chest, her heart began to beat out a steady rhythm. Clearly, she had not been summoned by any teenagers fooling with the occult. Nor by any method-acting B-movie directors filming cheap horror flicks. Not even by the tiny handful of humans who could have known this would work, and might have had some noxious or murderous errand to send her on, say to steal some valuables or murder a rival. No, whoever had dragged her out of her home universe, they had both known this would work, had been completely ready for her, and whatever they planned to do to her, it did not involve any freedom of movement on her part. This wasn't good.

“Let me out!” she screeched like a tea-kettle, fear and frustration with the steadily resisting straps boiling up inside her. “Get me out of here right now, or you’ll be sorry! I’m warning you! I- what? What the Heaven is that?”

She blinked, shifting her hips on the spot as the room vibrated, half a dozen mechanical arms extending from the wall behind her on outlandish tubular arms. She noticed, very much against her will, that several ended in little pointy bits, and the others all brandished some mean-looking blunt pincer. Oh Satan, were they going to dissect her? If they killed her, she would simply be sent back to Hell with a weird anecdote to tell, but if they did this right it might take a long time for her body to get the memo and get to the dying bit…

“Oh no, oh chastity no! Let me out of here, this instant! I belong to Asmodeus, put a scratch on me and he’ll dick you in half!” She must be getting really unhinged, she realized, to try and invoke her manager for protection. He might have laughed had he been there.

Her body felt cold and tingly wherever those pincers hovered, and Lithe’s struggles redoubled, muscles flexing under her red skin, breasts bouncing in sync behind her bra.

She hissed at a cold flare of contact on her right tricep, one of the little points running down her arm. It didn’t cut into her, actually feeling slightly blunt, but as she tried to twist aside it slid steadily down into her taut underarm, and began to run in circles. She grit her pointed teeth, body twisting, arm going taunt, feeling the strain in her pectorals. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t stopping, it was just running in irritating little circles. It tickled, but it didn’t hurt. Her under-arms might have been taut, wide-open with her arms firmly trapped over-head, but they weren’t all the ticklish. No, that was reserved for-

-The pincers finally made contact, squeezing into her hips!

“Yeeaghu! Stohop thahat! Let me out! Nowohow!” she bucked her pelvis forwards, first one side pumping up, then the other, going into a little dance. The other probe found her left underarm, and began to trace all over from her back to the inside line of her taut pectoral and up and down in dragging ellipsis. Her muscles strained as she fought to drag her arms down, bust bouncing merrily away as she tried to wrench an arm free.

“Nohoho! Nohohot my hihips, get ohohoff me!” she roared, stomach doing the worm as two more pincers made contact with her sides and began to squeeze, staying with her she bounced on the spot. Most of Lithe’s body was red, save for the vivid white pattern on her face, but her abdomen had a solid splash of white that usually only her intimates got to see. Suggestions of her abdominal muscles showed through it as she squirmed on the spot.

Tickles ran through her from her underarms, burst in on her from her sides, and flared in a number of points over her hips and thighs. A pair of gleepers reached in to squeeze along her inner thigh, while a final duo started tickling behind her knees, along the backwards curve of her digitigrade legs. Straps creaked as she strained to force her legs together. Lithe’s snug work-leggings offered no protection, in fact, they seemed to only enhance the feeling, turning what might have been a painful pinch into a barrage of ticklish gropings all up and down her defenceless body.

“Stohohohohop ihit! Stop! I said stohohop! Cuhuhut it ouhohouhout!” she shrieked, trying to maintain her demonic cool. Nothing could crack it faster than the sight of her laughing, she was certain, and now it was melting like in icecube in an over. Her stomach spasmed as more of the awful tingling forced its way through her, squeezing at her diaphragm and forcing its way out of her delicate throat.
“What the Heheheaven do you ee-hee-heeheven wahahahant? Whahahat kihihind of sihihick shihit ihihis thihihis?”

Seriously, someone had rigged all this up and summoned her, just to tickle her? This was absurd! Lithe was well aware of this, but she also knew that it tickled like crazy. Archangel Michael, how long could this go on?

So she hollered, and shrieked, and cursed, and, steadily, began to go from threats to promises to offerings to plain begging, while the machine hands continued their relentless work.

In her observation room, Agent 2 checked her watch, took another sip of her coffee, and settled in to enjoy the show via the half-dozen remote cameras.

---

So I was doing what I do most nights, watching Helluva Boss, when I noticed this sexy little number

www.deviantart.com/jdstephens2…

in the most recent episode, largely in the background. Did some digging, and the Wiki says her name is Lithe, part of the Stage Crew at Ozzie's. Everyone and their Grandmother draws Helluva Boss fanart, but I'm not good enough to attempt one of the main cast, so I thought she could use some attention of the ticklish kind. I like it when side-characters or 3-frame-eye-candy get the good stuff, don't think that being extras and side-characters will save you, ladies. I should probably draw Agent 2, too...

Notes...
-Completely messed up the hands with this one. Just when I thought I was getting the hang of the tricksy little bastards, too
-Face is a bit goofy, I like to think my "drawing style" *cough* is just a rough fit for this character, since in the original animation it's not entirely clear just how much beak she has
-I was drawing her, trying to go for a more normal (but still inhuman) build, got as far as her hips, and was like 'you know what rock? Thighs, she needs MOAR thighs' and then I had to give her bigger tiddies to balance out the hips, and whatever, she's from the Lust Ring, it'd be weirder if she didn't have any assets. I like to fondly imagine big hips are just part of being an Imp
-Only used squiggles for the 'runes', I really wasn't sure where to look for inspiration for those
-And the 'Mechanical Arms' thing is, of course, a gross cliche

Thanks for stopping by, feel free to leave a comment, and have a great day!

JD

Description

Lithe slipped off her form-fitting white working uniform and slid it back into the break-room locker. It had been a relatively quiet night tonight, though that didn’t mean much. Ozzie’s was the most prestigious nightclub on the Lust Ring, of course it could get pretty rowdy out there. She was happy to just work behind the stage, even obstensibly the high-falutin clientele could just be animals to the girls dancing or serving drinks. She fished about for her going-home clothes. The slender red-skinned imp was the only one in the change room now, alone with her thoughts.

The opening act had been volunteer, some white-haired sucker with a guitar singing some stupid love song to his wife. Props to him for having the balls to get up on stage and serenade her, but even the Boss had had to get out there and tell him to read the room and switch to something more appropriate. She had tried to mess up their act a little with the hanging podium, but they had just taken it in stride, singing their sappy song while spinning round and around on it.

The new couple had eventually been thrown out, no surprise there, and after that the night had picked up. Verosika had been on stage, and supposedly Lord Stolas has been in the crowd, still with some gutter-rat imp he had apparently divorced his perfect wife for. Juicy.

Too bad she had been working, and hadn’t even been able to ask either of them for an autograph.

Abruptly, Lithe straightened, yellow eyes going wide. She was alone, but she stepped back from the locker on her slender digitigrade legs, cloven hooves clopping on the tiles. Her owlish white beaked face slowly swivelled, as she tried to reason out what was wrong. She felt like she was falling, the room was starting to spin, how, why, she’d been dry all night…

She looked down at her hands, slender, three-fingered, Salmon-egg red, and with the floor visible through them. Her beak fell open, and her tail lashed as she read out the back-cover of one of Lavender’s trashy novels through her palm. She was dematerializing! She was being summoned! How, this had never happened before! And she was just wearing her black neck-band, maroon leggings, and violet work-bra, she wasn’t dressed for the Mortal World!

Lithe scrambled, spinning on a hoof, and hissed as her hand passed through the lid on the locker. Hopefully this wouldn’t take long. She didn’t like the thought of having to explain to Fizzarolli why she was late to work on her next shift. But hey, she hadn’t been to the Human World since her last life, maybe this would be fun, it was probably just some kids playing with a Ouija board. She would scare them, have some escapades, start a few urban legends, enjoy a night outside of Hell, yeah this would be fun...

“Hoof!” Lithe gasped, and realized this was not going to be fun. She had the sensation –and as she struggled to reinflate her lungs, her body agreed- of having been moving at a great speed, and then being suddenly arrested, forced to comply with another world that had her slender body in an entirely different context. No visions of hurtling through tunnels, but now she was surrounded by steel walls, lit with ominous glowing red panels. The air was chillier than where she had come from, making her more aware of her exposed skin. It had the boiled-water feel of having been cleaned and recycled.

Lithe instinctively made to step away and take cover from whatever her Summoner had in mind for her, and felt her muscles jerk. She swallowed, slit-pupils shrinking to tiny pricks in her long-lashed eyes. Her arms were stretched overhead, pulled to either side, legs pulled forcibly apart, limbs lashed at wrists and ankles to the arms of an x-fame. Another strap pulled across her ribs, rubbing against her under her bust as she struggled.

“Oh, Archangel Michael,” she swore. She gave a tug, feeling her muscles working, feeling a slight give as the strap stretched. She worked her legs, tail lashing behind her, trying to close her thighs, but she wasn’t going anywhere. That was when she noticed the steel hoop reaching from floor to ceiling around her, covered in faintly glowing sigils. A circle. A summoning circle. A vertical summoning circle. Somehow, she had not only been summoned, she had been summoned straight into bondage! “What…The… Heaven…” she grunted, fangs grinding as she strained to work a limb free.

Inside her chest, her heart began to beat out a steady rhythm. Clearly, she had not been summoned by any teenagers fooling with the occult. Nor by any method-acting B-movie directors filming cheap horror flicks. Not even by the tiny handful of humans who could have known this would work, and might have had some noxious or murderous errand to send her on, say to steal some valuables or murder a rival. No, whoever had dragged her out of her home universe, they had both known this would work, had been completely ready for her, and whatever they planned to do to her, it did not involve any freedom of movement on her part. This wasn't good.

“Let me out!” she screeched like a tea-kettle, fear and frustration with the steadily resisting straps boiling up inside her. “Get me out of here right now, or you’ll be sorry! I’m warning you! I- what? What the Heaven is that?”

She blinked, shifting her hips on the spot as the room vibrated, half a dozen mechanical arms extending from the wall behind her on outlandish tubular arms. She noticed, very much against her will, that several ended in little pointy bits, and the others all brandished some mean-looking blunt pincer. Oh Satan, were they going to dissect her? If they killed her, she would simply be sent back to Hell with a weird anecdote to tell, but if they did this right it might take a long time for her body to get the memo and get to the dying bit…

“Oh no, oh chastity no! Let me out of here, this instant! I belong to Asmodeus, put a scratch on me and he’ll dick you in half!” She must be getting really unhinged, she realized, to try and invoke her manager for protection. He might have laughed had he been there.

Her body felt cold and tingly wherever those pincers hovered, and Lithe’s struggles redoubled, muscles flexing under her red skin, breasts bouncing in sync behind her bra.

She hissed at a cold flare of contact on her right tricep, one of the little points running down her arm. It didn’t cut into her, actually feeling slightly blunt, but as she tried to twist aside it slid steadily down into her taut underarm, and began to run in circles. She grit her pointed teeth, body twisting, arm going taunt, feeling the strain in her pectorals. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t stopping, it was just running in irritating little circles. It tickled, but it didn’t hurt. Her under-arms might have been taut, wide-open with her arms firmly trapped over-head, but they weren’t all the ticklish. No, that was reserved for-

-The pincers finally made contact, squeezing into her hips!

“Yeeaghu! Stohop thahat! Let me out! Nowohow!” she bucked her pelvis forwards, first one side pumping up, then the other, going into a little dance. The other probe found her left underarm, and began to trace all over from her back to the inside line of her taut pectoral and up and down in dragging ellipsis. Her muscles strained as she fought to drag her arms down, bust bouncing merrily away as she tried to wrench an arm free.

“Nohoho! Nohohot my hihips, get ohohoff me!” she roared, stomach doing the worm as two more pincers made contact with her sides and began to squeeze, staying with her she bounced on the spot. Most of Lithe’s body was red, save for the vivid white pattern on her face, but her abdomen had a solid splash of white that usually only her intimates got to see. Suggestions of her abdominal muscles showed through it as she squirmed on the spot.

Tickles ran through her from her underarms, burst in on her from her sides, and flared in a number of points over her hips and thighs. A pair of gleepers reached in to squeeze along her inner thigh, while a final duo started tickling behind her knees, along the backwards curve of her digitigrade legs. Straps creaked as she strained to force her legs together. Lithe’s snug work-leggings offered no protection, in fact, they seemed to only enhance the feeling, turning what might have been a painful pinch into a barrage of ticklish gropings all up and down her defenceless body.

“Stohohohohop ihit! Stop! I said stohohop! Cuhuhut it ouhohouhout!” she shrieked, trying to maintain her demonic cool. Nothing could crack it faster than the sight of her laughing, she was certain, and now it was melting like in icecube in an over. Her stomach spasmed as more of the awful tingling forced its way through her, squeezing at her diaphragm and forcing its way out of her delicate throat.
“What the Heheheaven do you ee-hee-heeheven wahahahant? Whahahat kihihind of sihihick shihit ihihis thihihis?”

Seriously, someone had rigged all this up and summoned her, just to tickle her? This was absurd! Lithe was well aware of this, but she also knew that it tickled like crazy. Archangel Michael, how long could this go on?

So she hollered, and shrieked, and cursed, and, steadily, began to go from threats to promises to offerings to plain begging, while the machine hands continued their relentless work.

In her observation room, Agent 2 checked her watch, took another sip of her coffee, and settled in to enjoy the show via the half-dozen remote cameras.

---

So I was doing what I do most nights, watching Helluva Boss, when I noticed this sexy little number

www.deviantart.com/jdstephens2…

in the most recent episode, largely in the background. Did some digging, and the Wiki says her name is Lithe, part of the Stage Crew at Ozzie's. Everyone and their Grandmother draws Helluva Boss fanart, but I'm not good enough to attempt one of the main cast, so I thought she could use some attention of the ticklish kind. I like it when side-characters or 3-frame-eye-candy get the good stuff, don't think that being extras and side-characters will save you, ladies. I should probably draw Agent 2, too...

Notes...
-Completely messed up the hands with this one. Just when I thought I was getting the hang of the tricksy little bastards, too
-Face is a bit goofy, I like to think my "drawing style" *cough* is just a rough fit for this character, since in the original animation it's not entirely clear just how much beak she has
-I was drawing her, trying to go for a more normal (but still inhuman) build, got as far as her hips, and was like 'you know what rock? Thighs, she needs MOAR thighs' and then I had to give her bigger tiddies to balance out the hips, and whatever, she's from the Lust Ring, it'd be weirder if she didn't have any assets. I like to fondly imagine big hips are just part of being an Imp
-Only used squiggles for the 'runes', I really wasn't sure where to look for inspiration for those
-And the 'Mechanical Arms' thing is, of course, a gross cliche

Thanks for stopping by, feel free to leave a comment, and have a great day!

JD