(insert standard disclaimer here---)
This is an original story by me, of course, but Tenchi, Sasami,
Ryoko, Ayeka, and the rest are not. I don't claim to be their
creator, nor do I get a single payoff from this story... other
than your enjoyment.
Story: Tenchi Muyo! No Need for Tickles!
by J-Dark
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Chapter 1: Princess Sasami
"You... you wretched creature!" Ayeka yelled, clenching her fists.
"Shaddup, you pampered little priss!" Ryoko yelled back, baring
her teeth.
The two hated rivals glared at each other across the breakfast
table, to the annoyment of all. The two girls simply could not
get along together, despite all the time they'd all spent together
in Tenchi's home. The others merely shrugged and watched the
all-too familiar scene play out. Every day it seemed that some
minor thing or another would set one of them off.
As always, Tenchi stood up to act as referee. "Come on you
guys," he said sheepishly, holding up a hand between both
girls. "Can't we just sit down and have a nice calm breakfast
for once?"
"Get back, Tenchi!" Ryoko growled, pulling the boy behind her.
"She started this! The Princess has had this coming for a long time
now, and I don't plan to back off this time!"
"You shameless woman!" Ayeka countered, pulling Tenchi her
way instead. "YOU started this argument, and I shall not allow
you to get away with it!"
"HEY!" Ryoko cried, grabbing Tenchi's arm. "Let go of my
Tenchi, Princess! What do you think you're doing?"
"YOUR Tenchi? Why, I never!" Ayeka yelled.
Sasami and Washu merely ignored the proceedings. "Hey, nice
breakfast you made this morning, Sasami," Washu said with a
grin. "I'll never know how such a cute little girl like you got to be
such a good cook at your age!"
"Tee hee hee," Sasami giggled. "Well, I AM a lot older than I look,
you know," she said with a grin. "With Ayeka as the heir to the
throne, I had a lot of free time to do pretty much what I wanted.
I spent a lot of time in the kitchen, and Cook and I became good
friends. I learned how to cook from her,"
"Well, thank goodness for Cook," Washu nodded. "Without her
teaching you how to cook, we'd all probably starve to death here."
Both girls ducked as Tenchi flew by into a nearby wall when Ayeka
and Ryoko's little argument became violent. "You know, Sasami,"
Washu said, louder, over the two girls yelling, "I was working on
something in my lab, a brand new invention. It will be able to copy
and transfer knowledge from one person's brain into another. It
would be great if I could try and copy your cooking lessons as my
first test run. Whatd'ya say?"
"Well, I dunno," Sasami frowned, considering. "Is it safe?"
"Of course, silly!" Washu said with a grin. "Aren't my genius
inventions ALWAYS safe?" At that, everyone went silent, even
the two fighting girls. Everyone shook their heads in unison, and
groaned, to Washu's chagrin. "Well, ANYWAY," she went on, "I'll
be all set up and ready within the hour. Just think about it, Sasami.
You wouldn't have to make all the meals yourself anymore."
Sasami grinned at that. "Okay! I'll do it!" she said enthusiastically.
* * *
"Uhm, Washu?" Sasami gulped, as Washu began punching keys
on her virtual keypad. "Is all this, uhm, really necessary?"
The blue-haired girl was stripped down in her bathing suit, floating
in an anti-gravity field, wearing a small metallic band around her
head. Her small bare feet were off the ground, and her small pudgy
toes danced nimbly two inches from the cold metallic floor.
Washu looked up from his display, giving Sasami a reassuring
smile. "Now don't worry. Everything is fine. I wanted you in your
bathing suit to keep from attracting any small static charges from
you clothes. The anti-gravity field will make sure that you stay
insulated, and keep you from processing any other sensations
while the band is recording your information. So just relax."
"Uhm, okay, if you say so." Sasami sighed and closed her eyes.
With her eyes closed, she felt as if she were floating... which,
actually she was. The antigrav unit ran silently, and the AC
kept the air sterile and odorless, and the temperature constant.
Without visual stimulus, Sasami felt as if her body had dissolved
away, leaving behind only her mind. Then... she felt it. A tiny...
something.
She felt it again, a soft touch, a stroke, against her skin. Her eyes
opened, and she glanced around, but she was still alone in the
antigrav unit. Washu glanced up from her keypad. "Sasami,
close your eyes! You're brain is not supposed to be receiving any
signals!"
"But," she said, rubbing her sides where she felt the sensation.
"No buts! Now close your eyes."
Sighing deeply, Sasami closed her eyes. Within a moment or two,
she had returned to that floating senseless state once more, and
had just started to relax when she felt it again. Stronger. Perhaps
because she had been half expecting it. Whatever the reason, or
the cause, Sasami's eyes flew open to the unbearable sensations
going through her body. It felt as if a thousand feathers were
stroking her entire body from head to toes.
Washu growled angrily. "Sasami! I told you to keep your eyes
closed! How do you expect me to make an accurate recording
of your brain waves when you are receiving visual stimulus?"
"But Washu!" Sasami protested.
"No buts, young lady!" the red haired scientist cut her off. "You
agreed to do this so you wouldn't have to do all the cooking! All
you have to do is keep your eyes closed for five minutes while
the scanner records your brain waves."
"Oh, all right!" Sasami yelled back, closing her eye. The tickling
sensations resumed immediately, and even stronger than
before. It took an extreme effort to keep her eyes closed, but
Sasami couldn't hold back the laughter that was bubbling up
inside her. "Tee hee hee... oh.. oh gosh! Tee hee hee, hee hee
hee..." sher giggled helplessly.
Looking up from her viewscreen, Washu frowned. "What in the
world is she doing? Sasami? Why are you laughing? What's so
funny?"
The phantom tickling of her bare feet increased by the second, and
Sasami, her eyes still clenched tight, screamed out, "YOHOHOHOR
MAACHIIIINE!! HAHAHAHAHA... IT'S TIIIICKLING MEHEHEE
HEHEHEHEHEE LIKE CRAAAZYYYYY!! AAAHHH!! HAHAHA
HAHAHA!! MAKE IT STAAAAHHEHAHAHAHAPPP!!!"
"Hmm. Well, that's weird," Washu murmured, glancing at her
viewscreen. "Let's see. Everything appears to be in working
order. All the K-7 values are within normal parameters."
Sasami now had her eyes open, and was struggling in vain to
get out of the antigrav unit. Weightless, with nothing to push
off from, however, the poor tickled girl was completely helpless.
"HAHAHAHAHAA... Washu!! WASHU!! PLEEEEAAASEE!!
TURN OFF YOUR MACHINE!! AHAHAHAHA!! I CAN'T STAND
IT!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NO! NO! NOT MY FEET!
AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"
The light feathery strokes had now become hard and vicious pokes
and scratches at all the right spots to make her burst into complete
hilarity. The poor young Princess had never endured such torment
before, and it was worse by the fact that the tickling was literally all
in her mind. How could she cover her ticklish feet and underarms
when no one was tickling her? How could she pull away from her
torturer's diabolical fingers and feathers when nothing was even
touching her?
"Hmm. Ah! I see the problem!" Washu announced, unfazed by
Sasami's insane cackling screams. "There was a slight feedback
signal travling through the computer input line. It was sending a
stream of sensory input directly into your brain while it scanned
you to record your data. Fascinating! Looks like it somehow
picked up the exact frequency of sensations that cause tickling
in humanoids." To Sasami's relief, the mad scientist clicked off
the unit. "I'll have to study this phenomenon in depth later."
"Well," Sasami said after a moment, once she'd stopped
laughing and caught her breath, "you... you can do... that
test... on someone else! I've had... enough... to last me...
al life... lifetime." She got wearily to her feet and made her
way out of Washu's lab.
The lovely redhead sighed, watching her go. "Oh well. At
least I got to test my new invention." She sat down and
glanced at the data her machine had recovered. "Wow. She
sure was ticklish! Look at those readings! I wonder if her
sister is as ticklish as she is?"
* * *
Grinning wickedly from her hiding place, Ryoko drifted through
the wall, back into the hallway. Hmmm. A very good question.
I wonder if Ayeka IS ticklish? Hehehe. Well, I intend to find out
the next chance I get.
Chapter 2: Keyoni
"MII-HOO-SHIIII!!" Keyoni yelled loudly, as her erstwhile partner
appeared wearing a sheepish grin.
"Oh gee, Keyoni," Mihoshi said, glancing around the shot up
remains of the nafarious space criminal's bridge. "I'm sorry. I
didn't think my blaster would go off. Did I at least get the bad
guy?"
"No, Mihoshi," Keyoni said with a deep sigh. "There was no
one in here. All you did was shoot up the ship's controls. I
guess we're just lucky you didn't blast open the windshield
ro we'd all be floating around in space right now!"
Mihoshi teared up, and began to sob. "Oh Keyoni, I'm sorry!
I won't do it again, I promise! Don't be mad at me, okay?"
What did I EVER do to deserve getting paired together with
a complete numbskull like Mihoshi? the Galaxy Police officer
asked herself. Why am I eternally cursed with a partner that
screws up every assignment? I could have made Captain by
now, been assigned to Galaxy Police Headquarters, have my
own squardron under my commands... instead I am STILL a
lowly detective, patrolling a backwoods section of space,
with no chance of a promotion. God... I hate my life.
"Hey, Keyoni," Mihoshi yelled, interrupting her thoughts, "look
over here, on this viewscreen! Looks like the criminal is still on
board the ship! According to this read-out, he's in the cargo
hold!"
"The cargo hold?" Keyoni said, perking up. "You're right,
Mihoshi! He's still here! We can still catch him if we move
quickly!" A bright light appeared in Keyoni's eyes, a dim
ray of hope. If they could capture this dangerous wanted
criminal maybe, just maybe, they could attract the notice of
the Galaxy Police Headquarters. "Come on, Mihoshi! You
take the left side, and I'll head in through the front! We'll
catch him in a pincer maneuver!"
"Right!" Mihoshi said, moving to the cargo hold elevator.
"I'm ready when you are, Keyoni! Let's go get that bad guy!"
* * *
"Well, well, Galaxy Police," the space criminal said with a
chuckle. "You know, when I saw your ship at first, I was
really worried. I thought, 'Oh shit! I'm in trouble now! No
one ever gets the drop of the Galaxy Police!' Yeah, I never
would have believed how EASY it was to catch the two of
you like this!"
Keyoni, bound hand and foot, and strapped down on top of
a long slab-like container filled with smuggled goods, glared at
her partner. "I don't believe you got us captured! Mihoshi,
if we ever get out of this..."
Mihoshi, likewise tied and bound, sobbed loudly, "I said I
was sorry, Keyoni! Really! It's not my fault that I dropped
my blaster and dropped that net on us, it was an accident!"
The space smuggler merely laughed. "Well far be it for me
not to take advantage of the situation. Now... I suppose I
could simply toss you two out into the airlock," which
made the two officers cringe, "but I'm a smuggler, not a
murderer. I could leave you two tied up adrift in an escape
pod, but... well that's no fun. That's got to be something I
can do with two beautiful women, tied up and at my mercy.
Let me see..."
"Wow, Keyoni," Mihoshi piped up, "looks like we're in BIG
trouble this time! I mean, we're all tied up and completely
helpless.! He could do anything he wanted to us... even
tickle us! And you know you can't stand to be tickled---"
"MIHOSHI!!" Keyoni nearly screamed, struggling to break free,
not to escape, but to strangle her partner. To her dismay, the
smuggler seemed very interested in Mihoshi's suggestion. And
true to form, the ditzy blonde policewoman hadn't even noticed
that she was making things much worse.
"Ticklish, eh?" The smuggler walked over to Keyoni, eyeing her
with an almost hungry look. "Your partner here says you have
a weakness for tickling, that you absolutely can't stand it. A big
tough pistol-packing cop like you, ticklish? I find that hard to
believe."
"That's because... because its not true," Keyoni said desperately.
"She's just confused, that's all. I mean, uh, I USED to be ticklish
when I was young, but I outgrew it."
"But Keyoni," Mihoshi spoke up again, "I accidentially tickled
you under you arm before we left for this mission, and you
absolutely freaked out! I just touched you, and it took you
three minutes to stop giggling!"
Keyoni went red. "Mihoshi, if you don't shut up, I swear I'm
going to beat you to a pu--EEEEEKK!!" She shrieked as the
smuggler slid a finger under the bound girl's tied arms, into
her armpits. As her partner had said, it took her several
minutes to calm down and stop giggling from the single
touch.
"Looks like someone was LYING," the smuggler said once
the laughter had ceased. "If there's one thing I can't stand, its
a liar. I guess I'll just have to teach you a lesson then." He pulled
out a small round blade and began cutting off Keyoni's uniform,
leaving her clad only in her bra, panties, and boots. "Tell me,
uhm... Mihoshi, wasn't it? Where is your partner's worst
tickling spot?"
Keyoni opened her mouth to warn Mihoshi not to speak, but
before she could utter the words, the smuggler began wiggling
his fingers along her bared ribs, sending her into a hystrical
laughing fit.
"Hmmm... let me see," Mihoshi said, thinking hard, completely
oblivious to Keyoni's desperate struggles. "Well, Keyoni
never really lets me tickle her, because she is soo completely
ticklish. And she's not exactly the touchy-feelly type to begin
with. But... wait, I remember now! We went to an Earth spa with
Princess Ayeka, Sasami, Ryoko, and Washu, you know, with
hot baths, and mud baths, and massages. It was soo much fun!
Oh, we have to go there again sometime---"
"Yes, that's VERY interesting," the smuggler interrupted, slightly
annoyed. "But you were supposed to be telling me where your
partner is most ticklish, remember?" He almost felt sympathy for
the girl he was tickling. He was starting to see what she meant
about her air-brained partner.
"OH!" Mihoshi giggled. "Silly me. I almost forgot. At the spa, when
Keyoni was getting a massage, she started giggling almost every
place she was touched, but she really went beserk when
masseuse touched her feet!"
Oh GOD!! NO!! Not that! Not my FEET! Keyoni thought to
herself as she wiggled frantically from the tickling of her ribs. I
swear, I'll get Mihoshi for this no matter what it takes! My poor
feet.. oh God, he's taking off my boots and my socks! I'm not
gonna be able to take this!
"Hmm, nice," the smuggler admitted, glancing at Keyoni's bare
feet. About a size seven, Keyoni's lightly tanned feet had
medium lenth toes, receding from big toe to pinky, and high
wrinkled arches. Those toes wiggled nervously, in anticipation
of the tickling to come.
"Very nice," the smuggler repeated, leaning closer to gaze at her
soft bare feet. He ran a finger slowly along her slim bare sole, from
the heel to the balls of her feet. Keyoni, still giggling from the rib
tickling moments ago, burst into a frenzy of hysterical laughter.
"EEEIIIKKK!!! NONONONONO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
HAHAHAHAHAHA!! NO FEEETT!! HAHAHAHAHAHAA! NOT
MY FEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEETTT!! PLEEEAASSEEE!! STAAH
HAHAHAHAHAHPPPP!! AAAHHH!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
Keyoni thrashed and struggled, kicking her legs fitfully, jerking and
wiggling her feet as much as possible, but the smuggler had her too
well tied to allow very much movement. No matter how much she
fought, she couldn't avoid his torutrous tickling fingers even for a
second.
As the tickling went on, Mihoshi watched, frowning. Gee, I
thought we were in trouble. I mean, being tied up like this by a
criminal and all... but Keyoni doesn't seem to worried. Not worried
at all! She's laughing up a storm! Oh well, guess I'll just sit here
and watch, after all, Keyoni always knows what she's doing.
"SOMEBODY HEEEELLPP MEEEHEHEHEHEhehehehe ahahaha
hahahahaha!" Keyoni yelled as she wound down and went limp,
unable to even thrash anymore. The smuggler wore a wide grin
across her face, and he didn't seem like he was going to stop any
time soon.
Chapter 3: Little Washu
Washu yawned and glanced up. The room was completely dark,
and it was still nighttime, about 2 am according to the clock on
the wall, but something... some small sound, had awakened her.
She slipped out from her bed and clapped her hands. The lights,
however, refused to click on. "Hello? Is someone there? Who's
out there?"
Nothing. No sound at all, but Washu could almost sense someone
standing nearby, watching her, just in the shadows. Frowning, she
gestured into the air, and her virtual keyboard interface appeared
out of nowhere. She began typing quickly, trying to bring up an
infared view of her room, to try and locate any intruders, when
suddenly, a hand clamped down on her shoulder.
"AAAHHH!" Washu cried up, nearly leaping three feet into the
air in surprise. Turning around, she spied the smiling face of her
'daughter' (for lack of a better term) Ryoko, holding one of Washu's
own inventions. "Ryoko!" she yelled, backing away slowly from
the grinning woman and the small silver tube. "What do you think
you're doing?"
"Tee hee hee," Ryoko giggled, aiming the rod at Washu. "What
does it look like, Washu? I'm taking you hostage!" She pushed the
button, and a yellow beam flashed, fully enveloping the scientist.
Washu threw up her hands... or rather tried to, only to find that
she couldn't move. "Oh, Washu, surely you recognize your own
invention, your portable stasis field generator? You won't be
able to move a muscle from the neck down for, oh, say, six
hours!"
"Okay, Ryoko, what--ooof!" Washu grunted, as Ryoko pushed
her back, prone, onto her bed, "what do you want?"
"I'll make it simple for you, Washu dear," Ryoko said with a
smirk. She leaned forward and began unbuttoning Washu's
pajama top, taking it away, revealing the lovely redhead's
bountiful breasts, sans bra. Ryoko blinked, surprised at the
lack of a bra, but shrugged it off.
"I managed to catch the end of your latest experiment with
Sasami," she said matter-of-factly. "I want to... ahem...
borrow, your little device for a little experiment of my own.
I believe that Princess Ayeka is just as ticklish as her sweet
adorable sister, and with your little machine, I think I can
find out just HOW ticklish she is!"
"And no doubt you intend to use that as a way of trying to
convince her to give up her claim on Tenchi," Washu glared
back. "No way! Forget it Ryoko! I won't help you!"
"Oh, that's a shame," Ryoko said with mock disappointment,
as she slid Washu's pajama bottoms, and again, finding no
undergarmets, Ryoko blinked. "What the... hey, don't you
believe in underclothes?" She shook her head and continued
on. "Anyway, I'm here to try and...convince you to change
your mind. Tell me Washu... are YOU ticklish, by any chance?"
Washu's blank expression conveyed her disbelief. "You...
you CAN'T be serious? You're going to TICKLE me into
helping you with this scheme of yours?"
"Absolutely," Ryoko said with a devious chuckle, sliding her
sharply nailed fingers into Washu's trim little tummy, causing
her to gasp, then giggle softly. "My, you ARE a ticklish little
thing aren't you?" Ryoko teased. "I bet you're starting to
reconsider your answer right about now."
"C'mon, Ryoko, tee hee hee, you don't wanna doohehhehe
do this," Washu managed between giggles, wishing more
than anything that she could move away from the space
pirate's fingers. Ryoko was just barely wiggling her fingers
against her ribs right now, and it tickled only slightly, but
being unable to struggle or move away made it seem much
worse.
Ryoko grinned widely as she tickled Washu's flat tummy. It
was soft and pale, and with the stasis field beam affecting her,
she couldn't so much as move an inch away from Ryoko's
devilish fingers. WOW! I hope tickling Ayeka is as much
fun as tickling Washu. I could do this all night long! And I've
only just started!
"So, Washu, changed your mind yet? Gonna help me get my
revenge against Ayeka?" Ryoko didn't even give her the
chance to reply as she moved Washu's unresisting arms apart
and tickled briskly under the smooth hairless hallows. The
only response the mad scientist could give was a high pitched
screeching laughter.
"NOOOO!!! Wahahahahahahahahahaaaa!! IIIII...hhahahahaha
hahahahahaa...III.. hehehehehehahahahahahaa..." Washu cried,
unable to put together words past the unbearable tickling
plauging her. Ryoko's nails teased and tortured the tiny nerve
endings in her underarms, making her brain explode with
sensation, forcing her to laugh against her will. She might not
have been able to move, but her stomach muscles were clenching
and unclenching with laughter, spasming uncontrollibly.
Worse yet, her bare breasts were bouncing in her hilarity, and
her nipples were growing hard and stiff from the pleasant
torture forced upon her. Oh my, Washu thought to herself,
I haven't been tickled in 700 years, but its still affecting me
the same way... ohhh.. it tickles sooo much, I want it to stop...
but its making me feel all.... tingly inside.
Ryoko kept up the tickling, experimenting with the helpless
Washu, trying to find out the best places to tickle Ayeka
later tonight. Washu was wonderfully ticklish all over, along
her neck and shoulders, on her small little tummy, and between
her ribs. The hallows of her underarms were a hot spot, as well
as backs of her knees and Washu's fading laughter always
roared back to full strength when her fingers ventured into those
tender spots. Her laughter turned into deep belly laughs mixed
with soft moans, when Ryoko tickled her breasts. But the very
worst was yet to come.
"Hmmm. I think I've tickled you just about everywhere, Washu,"
Ryoko said after a moment, letting the laughing scientist catch
her breath. "Well, almost everywhere. I haven't tried your feet yet.
I wonder if they're as ticklish as he rest of you."
Washu cringed. Her feet were her weakest point. Small, just like the
rest of her, a size five, with soft rosy pink soles, and tiny pudgy
little toes. The tops of her feet, unlike her soles, were a creamy
white, like milk, and her toenails were painted a soft pink color as
well. As much as she dreaded what was coming, the deep pulsing
throb between her thighs made Washu nearly delirious with
desire.
"Please... Ryoko..." she gasped breathlessly, "you can... take the
machine... please... just let me go... please!! You're making me
crazy!!"
"I know, Washu," Ryoko chuckled. "That's what makes it so much
fun! I'm sorry, really, but I just wouldn't be able to forgive myself
if I didn't tickle your soft bare feet. Oh look, how cute! Pink little
toes, all ready to be tickled!" Washu started to giggle softly at the
notion, even before Ryoko touched her. But once she felt that
familiar touch on the bottom of her sole...
"AAAAHHHH!!! NOT MY FEEET!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *gasp* AHAHAHAHA
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!! STOP STOP STOP
RYYYYYOOOOKKKOOOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
Washu screamed, actually managing to move on the bed a little
at the sheer torture of Ryoko's nails tickling her ultra-ticklish
feet. Ryoko found a sweet spot at the center of her arch, and
Washu's eyes rolled back into her head.
"Oh, I see you REALLY like that," Ryoko chuckled evilly. "Let's
try that again... and up the ante a bit by playing with your toes!"
Ryoko moved both hands to Washu's ticklish left foot, and
began scratching the hot spot on her arch while she wiggled
the fingers of her other hand between the tiny toes.
Washu was in hell. She was in heaven. She didn't know where
she was, but it felt as if she had been there for eternity. The warm
soft gentle throbbing in her loins had quickly built to a raging
inferno, driven by the wonderful agony on her ticklish soles and
toes. She was delirious now, and hallucinated that Tenchi was
there, tickling her softly, erotically, as he made love to her. Her
laughter turned to a wild frenzied cackling as her orgasm exploded
within her, and her toes managed to clench and curl tightly as she
fell into a light swoon.
* * *
Washu awoke a few moments later with Ryoko gently sucking on
her toes. "Ah, you're awake I see," the space pirate smiled
wickedly as Washu giggled blissfully, in the afterglow. Ryoko
was no doubt oblivious as to the full effect her tickling had had
on her, and Washu thought that she should perhaps keep it
that way for the moment. Besides, the sooner she gave her what
she wanted, the sooner she would be released to finish relieving
her remaining sexual tensions.
"Okay, Ryoko," she said after a moment, when Ryoko paused
to let her speak. "I give. You win! You can have my device, and
I'll even tell you how to work it. Just release me from the stasis
field and I'll do whatever you want."
"Good girl," Ryoko said smugly, as she pressed the counter
button on the device, releasing the tired genius. Washu
wearily made her way back to the lab, and returned a few
moments later with another small silver tube.
"Here you are. This is the sensor control unit. Just hook the
round end into the stasis field generator you already have, and
you'll be able to freeze your target in place just like you did me,
or use it to tickle her senseless without even touching her. Just
point and click."
"Gee thanks, Washu," Ryoko said with glee, holding the key to
Ayeka's downfall in her hands. "Yanno, this was fun," Ryoko said sweetly, as if nothing had happened. "We'll have to do this again
some other time, alright Washu? I just love these Mother-daughter
sessions, don't you?" With a laugh, Ryoko phased through the
wall, disappearing. Washu, yawning, merely slipped back under
the covers. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep once
more, her hand sliding its way between her thighs.
Chapter 4: Mihoshi
"Hahahaha... *gasp* hah. haha hah ahahah ahaha haha haha haha
hah.. *gasp* *wheeze* *cough* ahhh... hahahah.. hahahah.. haha
hahaha... hahaha.. ha.. ha... haa..." Keyoni gurgled weakly as the
space smuggler sawed lightly between her wide spread toes.
Rational thought had long left her, and her mind had shattered in
a million pieces, leaving behind only the insane tortured soul and
body of a Galaxy Police Officer.
"Well," the smuggler said after a while, "that was fun. I didn't think
you last the whole two hours, Detective Keyoni. But you seem a
litte out of it right now... so I guess I'll let you rest a bit." He
released her feet, and turned to face his other captive. "Well,
Officer Mihoshi, looks like its finally your turn now." He walked
towards the tightly bound blonde, holding up the small serrated
knife, to cut away her uniform, when suddenly, alarms began
flashing.
"Damn!" he said, running over to a nearby console. "Computer,
display viewscreen!" The computer complied, and the long
range scanner display lit up, showing what was obviously a
small group of Galaxy Police cruisers heading for his location.
"Looks like I've overstayed my welcome. The cavalry is on the
way to rescue you two... so I'd better be off."
Moving quickly, he loaded the two bound women into an escape
pod, and jetisoned them into space, then brought his engines
online and blasted off for the nearest star system.
Keyoni blinked her bleary tear-soaked eyes at her surroundings.
Could it be true? Had they actually been saved? Was her
torment finally over?
"Hey, Keyoni, are you alright?" Mihoshi asked, rolling over to
face her partner. "You look just awful. That bad man must have
really tickled you to death!"
Yeah, no thanks to YOU, you stupid little... "Yeah, I'm
okay. Thank God I radioed Headquarters that we were about
to move in before we left our ship. When we missed the hourly
check-in, I knew they'd send someone to investigate." She began
rubbing her wrists against the metal interior of the capsule,
sawing the ropes holding her in place. After a few moments, she
managed to break free, and quickly untied herself and Mihoshi.
At that moment, the Galaxy Police showed up. Keyoni activated
the comm system in the escape pod. "This is Detective First Class
Keyoni reporting in! The criminal has escaped! He just took off
in his ship less than five minutes ago! If you hurry, you can still
catch him!"
"Roger that, Detective," the dark-haired policeman replied. "We'll
round him up before he gets too far. Uh.. um.. Detective Keyoni, do
you know you are out of uniform?"
Keyoni glanced down and gasped, turning bright red as she
quickly covered herself with her hands. "OH! Uhm, sorry
about that! The escaped prisoner, he.. um... oh, never mind!"
Blushing furiously, sank down behind her seat and waited for
the pod to align itself with her ship.
Moments later, back aboard their ship and fully dressed, Keyoni
finished filing her official report. The smuggler had indeed been
captured, but the arresting officers, Detectives Seron and Hyden,
were given the credit. Worst of all, Keyoni was now the laughing
stock of the entire force. It was bad enough that everyone knew
a lowly thug, a smuggler, had gotten the drop on her, and that
everyone had seen her almost naked. She only hoped no one
ever found out how the smuggler had tickle tortured her for two
solid hours.
"Oh wow, I'm sure glad that's over," Mihoshi said once the
other Police officers had flown off. "Being a member of the
Galaxy Police is great, but I really hate doing all that paperwork.
Well, I guess we better head back to Earth now!"
Keyoni paused, and turned to face her partner. "Wait a
second. Did you say you just did the paperwork? Mihoshi,
I just filed our report just before the officers left!"
"You did?" Mihoshi asked. "Oh, well that's great! I filed one
too, so now Headquarters will have two reports to study! That
should really impress them... especially when they read how
detailed and exact mine is!"
Detailed? Exact? "MIHOSHI!!" Keyoni yelled, blowing her top.
"TELL me you DIDN'T put in the part where the smuggler
tickled me almost to death!"
Mihoshi gulped, seeing the angry expression in her partner's
face. "Well... you said we always have to be very precise when
we file reports to Headquarters..."
Keyoni stood there growling, foaming at the mouth, for several
seconds. A million thoughts ran through her head. She saw her
last fragile thread of hope for advancement ripped asunder once
again by her dimwit partner. Worst, she had just endured two
hours of sheer torture thanks to Mihoshi's big mouth, and now
everyone would know her secret weakness. Suddenly, a smile
began to grow across Keyoni's face, and her eyes began to
glow with a strange mad gleam. She took a step towards Mihoshi,
and chuckled softly.
Mihoshi backed away slowly. "Uhm, Keyoni?" Mihoshi asked in
a small voice. "Are you okay? You don't look so good."
Keyoni chuckled again, backing the well tanned blonde back into
a corner. "Oh, I'm just fine, partner," she said, wiggling her fingers
towards the frightened girl. "It just occurred to me that you didn't
get a chance to feel what it was like to be tickled into insanity by
that nice space cargo smuggler that just got taken away! And I
haven't had the chance to thank you for giving him all that good
advice on just where to tickle me!"
Mihoshi grinned weakly, finding herself back against the wall.
"Oh, that's okay, Keyoni. You don't have to thank me, really.
I was just being helpful, that's all."
The mad gleam in Keyoni's eyes flashed brilliantly. "Oh, but
I insist," she purred, as she closed in on her target.
* * *
"No, Keyoni, please! I'm sorry! Don't do this to me, please!"
Mihoshi begged as she found herself stripped down to her
underwear, and handcuffed to the bed in the ship's sleeping
quarters. Her bronze skin seemed to tingle all over with just
the thought of being tied down and helpless while being
tickled.
Keyoni, however, wasn't listening. She was truly off in her own
little world, completely insane, and utterly consumed with the
sweet revenge she was about to gain over the partner that had
once again ruined her life. "Tee hee hee...oh yes, yes... this is
going to be good! Tee hee hee," she giggled softly, wiggling
her fingers as she moved slowly towards Mihoshi's ribs.
"EEEK!" the captive girl cried out, feeling fingers in her ribcage.
It didn't tickle, exactly, it startled her more than anything else.
Seeing this as a sign of weakness, Keyoni dove in, working her
fingers furiously in Mihoshi's ribs, trying to elicit that screaming
hysterical laughter the smuggler had brought out in her.
"Tee hee hee... oh Keyoni... hee hee hee.. that tickles!! hehehe...
Can't we just uhm... hehehe.. talk about this or something?"
Keyoni frowned. It obviously wasn't having the effect she'd hoped
for. "Okay, so you're only marginally ticklish on the ribs. No
problem. You have plenty of other ticklish spots to torment!"
With relish, she moved down to Mihoshi's tummy, and began
kneading and probing the soft flat tummy. The tanned beauty
might have been an airhed, but she was in excellent shape; there
was hardly a trace of fat anywhere on her body.
Mihoshi's giggling went up a notch at the tickling of her belly.
"Tee hee hee hee hee hee... hee hee hee... oh oh my tummy!
Don't tickle my tummy, Keyoni! hee hee hee hee...oh my, I
didn't realize I was ticklish here too! Tee hee hee..."
Keyoni was becoming frustrated. DAMMIT! She HAS to
be really ticklish somewhere! I can't stand the idea that she
isn't ticklish, that my plans for revenge will be spoiled yet
again! Oh please God, let her be insanely ticklish somewhere,
please, I beg of you!
Her armpits were again, only marginally better than her ribs, and
Mihoshi did indeed giggle helplessly, but not much else. "Oh, oh,
Keyoni... hehehehe... I can't take much more of this... hehehehe.
You're driving me crazy! Tee hee hee hee...Just let me go, okay? I
promise not to get us in trouble anymore... hehehehehee!!"
Keyoni was about to simply give up and quit. Mihoshi hadn't been
tickled since she was a young girl, so even this mild tickling was
too much for her, but it wasn't the devilish, mind-blowing torture
that Keyoni had wanted it to be. The ditzy blonde still looked on it
like a game, and even though she had apologized, Keyoni still felt
robbed of her revenge. She'd tickled Mihoshi everywhere, from her
ears down to her knees. She'd even tried removing her underwear
and tickled her huge fleshy breasts and her tender inner thighs,
which were EXTREMELY ticklish, but... tickling her THERE served
to arouse her more than torture her, so she quickly left those areas
alone.
"I guess you've learned your lesson," Keyoni said, defeated, as
she knelt down at the foot of the bed to begin undoing Mihoshi's
bindings. By accident, her nails stroked the sole of Mihoshi's left
foot, causing the girl to squeal loudly and burst into stacatto
laughter. Keyoni glanced up startled.
Of course! Her feet! I can't believe I didn't try her feet! After all,
that was my weakest spot when I was being tickled too! The
sadistic smile returned to Keyoni's face as Mihoshi continued to
giggle and titter from the momentary touch on her bare foot.
"Well, well, so you are ticklish after all," Keyoni said with a smirk.
Bringing her ten wiggling fingers into play, she began scratching
her nails up and down Mihoshi's bare soles, causing her to scream
with laughter.
"B-b-but Keyoni! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHAHAHA!
YOU SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAID YOU WOULD LET MEE
HEHEHEHEHEHE GOOOOOO OH OH OH HOHOHOHOHOHO
HOHO.. HEHEHEHEHEHEE... AH! AH! AH! NOOOO! DON'T
TICKLEE MY FEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE HEHE
HEHEHE HEHEHEHE HEE HEHEHEHEE HEHEHEEETT!!"
Mihoshi's fully tanned peds were large and soft, probably a size
nine or ten, with long slender toes, painted a blinding scarlet. She
was always going around barefoot when she could help it, so her
heels and the balls of her feet were a bit rougher than the other
girls. Still, she took care of her feet as she did with every part of her
lovely body, with creams and pedicures, so while not as soft and
tender as her partner's ticklish soles, her feet were extremely
vulnerable to Keyoni's ticklish touches.
Keyoni, for her part, was in 7th Heaven. Finally, after an eternity,
she was able to take out the years and years of frustrations and
bad feelings on her partner, to teach Mihoshi a lesson once and
for all, to torture her without truly hurting her. Keyoni slipped off
her own boots while pausing to give Mihoshi a chance to breathe,
and rubbed her bared soles against the carpet. The slight tickle
made her explode into giggles, and she briefly relived her torture
at the hands of the smuggler hours ago. Something else to punish
Mihoshi for!
"Are you ready for round two, Mihoshi?" she asked devilishly,
as she climbed atop the bed, straddling her tightly bound partner.
She began tickling Mihosi's arches, her weakest spot, making her
burst once more into frantic laughter, while she worked her own
bare feet into Mihoshi's underarms. Keyoni wiggled and flexed
her toes, adding to the tickling by stroking Mihoshi's armpits
while her fingers worked 'solely' on her ticklish feet. Mihoshi's
laughter doubled, as if being tickled so fiendishly had made
her other spots more sensitive and more ticklish.
"Nononononoo....aahhahahahahahah Iiiiiiii cahahahahahnn'tt
taaakkkkeee iiiiittttt!! Noooooo moooooorrreeee!! Hahahahaha
hahahahahahahahahaa, oh God my feet.. no more, no more...
hahahahahahahahahaha... *gasp* hahahahahahahahaaahaa
haaaaa!! *gasp* *gasp* *gasp* Hahahahahahahahahaaa..."
Keyoni was brimming over with satisfaction. She had Mihoshi
right where she'd always wanted her. She racked her brain to
think of ways to torture her further, to drive her completely to
her breaking point. Sliding off her weakened, breathless partner,
Keyoni went to the supply closet and returned a moment
later with several brushes, an ear cleaner, (an Earth Q-Tip) and
a small feather duster.
Mihoshi blinked her red puffy eyes as Keyoni returned, and seeing
what she carried, nearly burst into tears. She couldn't even beg
anymore, and all the fight had been tickled out of her the half
hour before. All she could do was shake her head in denial as
Keyoni knelt once again at the foot of the bed.
Keyoni ran the gamut on her. The feather duster probably bothered
Mihoshi the least, although she was still laughing three minutes
after it stopped. The brushes were pure horror, and Mihoshi
actually wet herself under the fluffy bristled of Keyoni's make up
brush in her arches. The Q-tips were nearly as bad, except that they
didn't spread out to cover more skin when they made contact.
Mihoshi literally thought she would die when Keyoni returned to
the feather duster and began sawing the festhers between her long
slender toes. But what tickled the absolute worst was the direct
approach.
"I like using my fingers better anyway," Keyoni said, as she held
Mihoshi's big toes and opened up the spaces between all the rest.
The blonde bronzed beauty went into that eerie silent laughter as
her delicate toes were tortured, and her eyes rolled back into her
head. Strangely, though, a feeling of warmth began to rise within
her at the insidious stroking of her most ticklish toes.
"Whaahahahaha...hahahahahahaha...hahahahahaha ah ah ahaaaha
hahahahahaha!!" Mihoshi laughed wearily, seeing spots begin to
dance before her eyes. Her clit felt like it would explode any second
but her body felt completely drained, ready to shut down. She
sensed what was happening to her, that she was about to cum
just from having her feet tickled, and as much as it confused her
(no real challenge there, by the way) she knew what she had to do.
"MOOORREEE!!" she managed to yell, between laughs and gasps
for breath. "MORE, KeeeyooonnIIII! Tickle me more!! Hahahahaha
hahahahahaha!! I can't take it! I'm going crazy!! Ahahahahahahaha
hahaha!! *GASP!* Tickle my tooooeeess!! Hahahahahahahaaa!!"
"If you insist," Keyoni replied, happy to oblige. Leaning forward,
she wrapped her lips around all five of Mihoshi's wiggling digits,
and began sucking and licking all five of her toes, flicking her
tongue deftly into the narrow undercurl, and snaking it in
between each toes, licking and tickling the ultra sensitive flesh
between. Her fingers continued to assault her other foot, working
its way from toes to arch and back again. Mihoshi laughed, a deep
crazed, cackling belly laugh, and her body twitched and writhed
with a new desperation. Suddenly she went stiff.
"KKKEEEEEEYYYOOOONNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!" she screamed,
as she came in a gush, clenching her toes tightly, straining hard
against her restraints as her body arched itself into a bow. Keyoni,
amazed at her reaction, quit licking and sucking her toes, idly
stroking Mihoshi's other foot gently as she watched her partner
ride the wave of bliss for another minute or two before collapsing
fully, back onto the bed.
"What the hell?" Keyoni whispered, glancing down at Mihoshi.
The blonde girl was deeply asleep, her smile still etched into her
face. Her feet and toes still wiggled slightly, and soft giggles
floated from her lips, as if she was still being tickled in her dreams.
Sighing, shrugging it off, Keyoni removed the handcuffs, and
untied her feet. "That was kinda strange. Oh well, I got my revenge
on you, Mihoshi," she said softly, as she went back to the control
room and sat in the pilot's seat.
As she directed the ship back to Earth, she thought more about
Mihoshi's reaction to the tickle torture at the end. Strange. It
seems that she really LIKED it! I don't see how anything that
torturous could be in ANY way erotic... it's too extreme. I certainly
didn't feel anything arousing when that smuggler was tickling me.
Still... I can't deny that I enjoyed tickling Mihoshi. It gave me
a charge... a feeling of power. It...oh hell, tickling her like that
aroused the hell out of me! Okay, I admit it. But BEING tickled?
No... I just don't see it.
Bringing the ship back to a landing outside their apartment,
Keyoni added, Well... maybe... it could be.. arousing. If the
right person did the tickling. Hmmm. I wonder if Tenchi likes to
tickle?
Chapter 5: Princess Ayeka
Ayeka sighed softly in her sleep, tossing and turning slightly
on the small padded mat that served as her bed. She was having
a most delicious dream, featuring Tenchi and herself. (well, duh!)
The Princess of the Royal Family of Jurai was as proper and as
refined as any of society's finest. She loved her Tenchi dearly,
and was more than ready to defend him to the death if need be.
Despite this, in Tenchi's presence, she was horribly shy, unable
to even touch his hand without blushing red as a fire engine.
In her dreams, however, it was VERY different.
All the sensual, sexual feelings she had repressed came alive
in her dreams, and her subconscious explored all the passion
her upbringing wouldn't allow her to show...
{i] "Oh, Lord Tenchi," Ayeka said softly to her dream lover,
clutching his naked chest tightly against her own. "Oh Tenchi,
how I've dreamed of this day."
"And I too, Ayeka," Tenchi said softly, leaning forward to kiss
her lips, while his fingers stroked her nipples. Ayeka gasped,
and moaned softly, feeling pulse quicken, and her breath run
shallow. Her thighs began to slicken, and with just a glance from
Tenchi, she parted them wide, allowing him access.
"Oh Lord Tenchi," Ayeka panted breathlessly, as Tenchi moved
into position. "Finally! Take me, Tenchi, take me now!"
Tenchi smiled at her, nibbling and kissing her lips a moment,
as he paused, at the very entrance to her passion. Before she
could ask if something was wrong, Tenchi grinned at her,
sliding a hand gently along her chest, down to her soft pale
tummy, making the Princess wiggle and writhe in pleasure.
"Oh! Be careful, Tenchi," Ayeka giggled. "I'm ever so ticklish!
Tee hee hee hee!!"
"Oh, really?" Tenchi said, moving smoothly down to Ayeka's
soft bare feet. His fingers traced lines up and down her flawless
white soles, making Ayeka titter and giggle uncontrollibly. She
desperately wanted to tell him to stop, but she couldn't get the
words past the laughter. The tickling slowly increased, getting
faster and more intense, but try as she might, Ayeka couldn't
seem to pull her feet away... [/i]
In the real world, Ryoko was grinning widely. The haughty
princess was indeed ticklish, even in her sleep. As she ran
her long nailed fingers along Ayeka's twitching soles, she
watched her face and body for a reaction. Ayeka slept soundly,
but giggled intently, wiggling and twitching her toes wildly.
Meanwhile, Ayeka, still dreaming that Tenchi was tickling her,
sighed and begged softly between giggles. "... hmmm... uuhh...
noo... hehehehee... Tenchi... pleeeaasseee... hehehehe... it
tiiickleess..."
Ryoko frowned. "Why... that little sneak! She's even trying
to hog Tenchi in her dreams! Well, I'll show her!" Ryoko dug
all her nails into Ayeka's ticklish soles, and tickled furiously.
Ayeka screamed loudly, and exploded into laughter, jerking
awake.
"WHHAAAATT?? AAAHHHH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAA!! RYYYOOOKOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAA!!
STOP IT! STOP IT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" With a
supreme effort, Ayeka managed to kick forward, catching
Ryoko in the chin, sending her flying back into the wall. Not
wasting any time, Ayeka got to her feet and stalked her way
over to the dazed space pirate.
"RYOKO! You DARE to interrupt my beauty sleep with your
shameful shinanagins? I've had it with you! I'm going to teach
you a lesson once and for all!"
"Oh yeah?" Ryoko countered, pulling out the device Washu
had given her. "I was thinking just the same thing! See how you
deal with THIS!" She aimed the tube at Ayeka and fired.
"Wha--?" Ayeka asked, pausing in surprise as she was suddenly
bathed in a strange yellow light. She tried to shield her eyes,
only to find herself unable to lift a finger. "What... is.. this? I
can't.. move!"
"Of course, Ayeka!" Ryoko sneered, pushing her helpless
rival back to the bed. "Surely you recognize Washu's greatest
invention, the Stasis Field Generator! She let me borrow it for
a while, and I thought I should show you just how well it
works." Ryoko slipped the small silver band around Ayeka's
forehead and stepped back to admire her handiwork for a
moment.
Not intimidated in the least, Ayeka growled, straining her
unresponsive muscles, trying in vain to regain control. "You!
You twisted fiend you! You'd better let me go this instant if you
know what's good for you! When I get free, I'll teach you a lesson
you'll never forget!"
"Oh, Princess," Ryoko smirked, pointing the device at her once
more. "When I finally release you, you're not going to do anything
of the kind. In fact, by the time I let you go, you won't want
anything but to leave Earth and Tenchi here for me." She flicked
the switch on the device and stood back to watch the show.
Ayeka was in the middle of another rant when she felt... something.
She wasn't sure exactly what it was... just a tingling in her body,
like static electrcity. She tried to ignore it, and opened her mouth
to let loose another stream of curses and insults when she felt it
again, stronger, moving slowly over and about her body. It didn't
hurt, but it was uncomfortable, like an itch you couldn't scratch.
"So... what is this supposed to prove?" the Princess asked
haughtily. "So it itches and I can't scratch. Big deal, I can deal
with a little discomfort. You won't make me give up Tenchi
with something so childish."
"Oh, but Ayeka, dear," Ryoko replied, turning the power up
another notch, "the torture is just beginning! We haven't even
started yet. Don't worry, you'll start feeling it soon."
To Ayeka's chagrin, she DID start to feel it now. It was a soft
tingly feeling, slowly increasing as it worked its away across her
flesh. A feathery caress, stroking her nerve endings. It was
annoying at this level, it tickled slightly, but underneath her
skin, along her very nerve endings where she couldn't reach
even if she COULD move. She had to concentrate to keep a
straight face, as the sensations at her feet and sides were
making her want to smile.
"You look like you're really starting to feel it now, Ayeka. Maybe I
should give you a little taste of what FULL power is like, just to let
you know what you have to look forward to." Ryoko turned the
power to FULL for a moment, then turned it back down to one
quarter strength again.
For a split second Ayeka was in hell. It felt as if a billion feathers,
fingers, brushes, tongues, and lips were tickling, sucking, nibbling,
and teasing every inch of her flesh with all their strength, on all of
her weakest points at the same time. The careful dam holding back
her laughter was obliterated in the onslaught, and her head, the
only part of her body she could control, whipped back and forth
insanely as she screamed and screamed in helpless apoxy.
"EEEEEEEEEEKKK!! AAAAAAAH! AAAAAAH!! AAAAAHH!!
AAAHHHHHHHHH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
HHHHAAAAAA HAAAAA HAAAAA!!" Ayeka's eyes rolled
back into her head from the intensity. Not being able to move,
not even being allowed to thrash helplessly, made it so much
worse than she could have imagined. The bombardment had
lasted less than thirty seconds, but Ayeka continued to laugh
unabated for nearly five minutes after the sensations returned
to the soft gentle feeling once more. Ryoko waited for her to calm
down once more before she continued.
"Now then. I'm going to slowly bring you back to that level of
ticklish torment, Princess," she said, running a finger along
Ayeka's chin. "You've just had a taste of it, a few seconds, but
when I am done, you'll have lasted an entire HOUR of that horror.
Is that really what you want?"
Ayeka's eyes went wide, and her lips trembled. The thought of
enduring an hour of that level of ticklishness was more than she
could bear, but what little pride she had left wouldn't allow her to
show how much the thought frightened her. "You... you're not
serious? You can't do that... that... inhuman torture to me!" She
wanted to beg, to plead for mercy, but her stubborn pride wouldn't
let her. Plus, the look on Ryoko's face told her more than words
how much she would relish hearing her beg.
"Now, now, Princess," Ryoko said in mock kindness, "I'm not
a heartless fiend. Don't think I'd enjoy seeing you suffer this
way, oh no. I'd be very happy to release you right now, and
let you go back and enjoy a restful night's sleep. All you have
to do is renounce any and all claims on Tenchi, and agree to
leave him to me."
Ayeka narrowed her eyes, despite the incredible tickling she
felt across her arches and her ribs. "Absolutely not! I'll NEVER
give up Lord Tenchi to you... hehehehee... no! Never! You
heehehehe hear me Ryoko? Do your worst! Nothing can make
me surrender my love for TenCHIIIIIIIII HEHEHEHHEHEHE!!
HEHEHEHEHEHEEE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE!!
HE HE HE HE HE HE!!"
Ryoko smiled as she slid the device up another quarter turn, and
listened to Ayeka's stacatto laughter. Her laughter came in a steady
stream of rapid fire giggles, that only seemed to increase in
strength despite the toil it was taking. If Ryoko had understood
more about the effects of prolonged tickling, and the true
workings of the device, she might have understood truly just
how torturous the experience was for the Princess. The more
she was tickled, the more ticklish she became, and the device
was sending the sensations directly into her brain, so her body
never got used to the feeling, never had a chance to wind down
or become desensitized. Had she been a normal human girl, instead
of a very powerful alien being, poor tickled Ayeka would have
collapsed, and her brain would have shut down.
Half an hour later, Ayeka was tear-streaked, red-faced, and still
laughing like a banshee. The device was set at 85 percent, and
Ayeka was so lost in the sensations she didn't even know where
or who she was anymore. The only thought in her mind was
Tenchi, that she had to endure it for Tenchi, couldn't give in
no matter what, had to keep her Tenchi.
"Wow," Ryoko said, watching her helpless rival struggle to
breathe, laugh, and scream all at the same time. "This really
IS intense. I would have thought you'd given up ten minutes
ago. I have to admit, Princess, you really must love Tenchi to
go through all of this." Then Ryoko grinned evilly. "Too bad
for you, I love him as well. Since I'm not willing to give him up,
I have to push you right to the limit. Here comes, Full Power!"
Ryoko turned the device up as far as it would go, until it
began to hum and throb lightly in her hand. On the bed, Ayeka
let out her wild screams again, as the complete onslaught of
sensations slammed into her already taxed brain. It now felt as
if several hundre tiny spiders had crawled along the soles of her
supremely ticklish feet, wormed their way under her skin, and
were tickling her unbearably just under the surface. Meanwhile,
a shower of feathers were fluttering along her sides, between
her thighs, and under her hyper ticklish underarms. Her ears,
her neck, her belly button, the small deft crack of her ass---
every spot on her body was overloaded with tickle sensations.
"AHHHHH!!" she screamed, no longer even laughing, just
keening in a hoarse tired voice."AHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHH!!
AHHHHHHH!! AAAAAHH AHHHH AHHHH AHHHH AHHH
AHHH AHHHHH AAAAHHH AAHHH AAAHHHHH!!"
Ayeka felt The End coming. She knew it. She couldn't take this
level of punishment for long. Her mind and body was starting to
unravel, and she felt as if her very essence was beginning to
dissolve away into nothing. More than anything she wanted it to
stop. Needed it to stop. Simply could not endure any more. All she
had to do is give up Tenchi, and she could have peace. All she
had to do was say the words. Against her will, she felt the words
push their way up her throat, begging be heard.
"NEEEVVVVEEERRRR!!! I'LL NEVER GIVE HIM UP!! AAAAHH!!
AAAAAHHHH!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!
*gasp* *gasp* *gasp* Uhhhhhhh..." Ayeka groaned suddenly in
sweet relief as the sensations ceased completely. For several
seconds, she thought perhaps she had died, that her brain had
simply shut down for good, until her dazed mind picked up on
Ryoko's words.
"...the hell is this?" she was saying to herself, clinking the metal
tube against the bedpost. "Stupid thing just quit on me! Grrrr!!
Looks like Washu didn't have all the bugs out of it yet. Darn! I
was so close! A few more seconds and she would have given in
too!"
I'm... alive. Yes. I'm alive! Washu's machine conked out, luckily
for me! I can even move now... or rather, I COULD move, if I wasn't
so exhausted. My stomach feels like a train wreck from laughing so
hard for so long. Ohh... so tired... need to rest... need to sleep. No.
I can't let Ryoko get away with this! I'll need to move quickly before
she figures out what happened.
"Blast it! I'm going to give Washu a piece of my mind in the
morning," Ryoko said angrily, still fiddling with the tube. "I
might even tie her down and give her another little tickle session
for not making sure this device worked properly! Oh well, I guess
tomorrow's another d---OOFFF!!" Ryoko fell with a thud to the
floor, with a ring of stars circling around her head.
Ayeka, panting deeply, clutching the heavy stone statuette in
her hands, smiled with vindication, seeing her hated rival out cold
on the floor. "I see that Washu was as much a victim of your little
scheme as I was," Ayeka said with a smirk. "I think it's only fair
then to let Washu help in teaching you a proper lesson." She
grinned, glancing down at Ryoko's bare feet, peeking out from
her long blue silken gown.
"Oh, yes, Ryoko," Ayeka said with a soft chuckle. "I think we
can definitely teach you a lesson you'll never forget!"
Chapter Six: Ryoko!!
Ryoko woke from a daze. She'd just dreamed that Tenchi had been
kissing her softly, nibbling on her beautiful sexy body, making her
squirm and sigh in pleasure. In her dream, the normally shy boy
had taken control, grabbing her roughly, forcing her down on the
bed, pinning her arms and legs beneath her. Breathless with arousal
and passion, she opened herself up to receive her Tenchi's love...
...And opened her eyes to find herself strapped down in her
bedroom, in only her panties. "Huh? What the hell? What's
going on here?"
"Ah, Ryoko, I see you're awake now," Ayeka said smugly,
glancing down at her rival. "It seems the shoe is on the other
foot now, isn't it?" She raked her long manicured nails along
Ryoko's bare sole, making her shriek. "Hmm, or rather the shoes
are OFF, aren't they? My my, Ryoko, for such a tough space
pirate, you have very tender feet. Ticklish feet. Cootchie
cootchie coo, Ryoko!"
"EEEEEKK!! AAHHH!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHA!! AAYYYEEEKKAA!! NOOOOOO!!" Ryoko
cried out, thrashing frantically. She tried desperately to pull
away, to phase through the bed, and reappear somewhere far
far away where it was safe, but for some reason she couldn't.
"Hi Ryoko," Washu said, stepping into view, still in her nighty.
"I suppose you've noticed that you can't disappear right now."
She smiled grandly, holding up the small control in her hand. "My
genius came up with a way to hold you in place while we tickle
you silly. It seemed only fair, after the nice little lullabye you gave
me earlier." She moved over to Ryoko's side and began running
her small slender fingers into the blue-haired pirate's armpits.
Ryoko's laughter went up a notch. "NNOOOO!! NOT THERE!!
WAAASSHUU!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
NONONONONO!! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEE!! STAAHAHAHPP
IT!!" She thrashed and wiggled for all she was worth, but she was
unable to break free. Ayeka and Washu smiled at each other as
they tickled Ryoko.
"My, I must admit," Ayeka yelled over the sound of Ryoko's
screaming laughter, "this is a lot more fun than I thought it would
be. To think, after all the fights, all the battles, all the arguments,
all I had to do to put Ryoko in her place was to tickle her!"
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Washu said with a chuckle,
as she straddled Ryoko's hips, to get total access to the wild
woman's ample chest. "Hey, Princess, why don't we make a game
out of this? Let's see who can make her scream the loudest?"
"You're on," Ayeka said with a twinkle in her eye. "You go first."
Washu looked her victim in the eye. "Are you ready, Ryoko? I'm
going to pay you back for all the torture you put me through!"
Washu began at the top, wiggling her slender, practiced fingers
along the pirate's shoulder and neck, making her wiggle and
squirm. Compared to what she had just endured, it was almost
tolerable. Rather than try to catch her breath, Ryoko used this
slight break to beg shamelessly.
"Washu! Ayeka! Please!" she pleaded amidst her giggles. "I
learned my lesson! REALLY! I'm sorry! HehehehheheHEHEHE!!
ACK!! NO! Don't! Don't tickle my breasts! EEEeeehehehehehe!!"
Ryoko was extremely sensitive there, and she couldn't control the
incredible titilation flowing through her luscious mounds. Washu's
errant fingers spidered up into her exposed underarms, startling her
with a blast of sensation. "AAAHHH!! WASHUUU huuu huuh ho
hohohohohohohoho hahahahahahahahaha hohohohohohoho no!
No no no!! Not that not that!! Hahahahahahaha!!"
Washu kept up the intense tickling for fifteen minutes, exploring
Ryoko's entire upper body, moving back again and again to her
most ticklish spots, scratching lightly in the hallows of her armpits,
digging fingers into her gloriously ticklish ribcage, and dipping her
pinky into Ryoko's shallow belly button. When she finally stopped,
the blue-haired demon was sweat-soaked, and panting for breath.
Ayeka nodded sagely.
"I'm quite impressed, Washu," she said after a moment, while their
victim gasped for breath. "I must say, it will be hard to make Ryoko
laugh any harder or louder than you did just now. I really have my
work cut out for me." She waited for Ryoko to calm back down
completely before kneeling down at her feet. "Still, I think I have
a chance. Now that you have her all warmed up for me, I think I
can finish her off."
Ryoko glanced up at Ayeka, shaking her head, tears running
down her cheeks. "Please, Ayeka, don't!" she begged. "I'll
never do anything like this again, I swear! I'll be good from now
on, I promise! Just don't tickle my feet! I'm begging you!" Ryoko's
feet, large and wide, perhaps a size 10, twitched and squirmed
anxiously.
"So shameless," Ayeka said, clicking her tongue. "You tried to
make me give up my darling Tenchi by tickling my poor ticklish
feet! I begged you not to do it, I asked for mercy, and you showed
me none! Why should I treat YOU any different?" She emphasized
her point by raking her nails once across both arches of Ryoko's
bare feet, making her scream in laughter, short pudgy little toes
spreading and wiggling spasmodically. "I had to endure your
torture, Ryoko, now you'll have to endure mine!"
The Princess began her assault. She didn't bother wasting her time
on a slow warm-up like Washu, she went immediately for the kill.
Ayeka had never tickled anyone before, and until this night had
certainly never been mercilessly tickled either. But Ryoko had
tortured her for nearly two hours, using every trick and technique
she could think up, trying to break her. Ayeka was a fast learner,
and decided to show Ryoko just what she had learned from her.
"Oh, Ryoko, dear, you REALLY must take better care of your feet,
you know," she said with a smirk as she tickled the poor girl into
insanity. "Just look at these soles! You should really get regular
pedicures like I do. Your heels, for example," she said, scratching
deeply on Ryoko's slightly roughened heels., making the girl
chuckle even harder. "Hmm, well you ARE ticklish there after all,
so maybe they're not quite as calloused as I thought."
Washu grinned, watching Ayeka work, delighting in her taunts and
jeers. Hmmm. Ayeka is pretty good at this. And from what I
gather, Ryoko really worked her over. She must be easily as ticklish
as her little sister. Hmmm... I'll have to explore this in depth another
time.
"And, Ryoko, these arches really will not do," Ayeka chided, as
she traced the trail of lines running across Ryoko's high curvy
arches, sending her into a high-pitched keening laughter. "You
should use some lotion, and perhaps some moisturizer to keep
them nice and soft. " Ryoko's arches WERE very soft and tender,
as they were so high and trim they never touched the ground, and
Ayeka's well cared-for fingernails pushed wave after wave of
desperate laughter from the blue-haired girl's tortured throat.
"Ahahahahaaaa... ahahah... hahha... hahahaha... ha... ha... aaahhh...
haha...*gasp* *gasp* hahaha hah ha ha ha hahahaha... *wheeze*
*cough* please... stooaaahhhhpppp!!" After more than half an
hour of steady tickling, Ryoko was a mess. Her feet, worn out from
wiggling and flexing, trying to escape, had gone limp, lying prone
in Ayeka's grasp. All her haughtiness was gone, tickled out of her,
and she was a weak submissive little giggle girl.
"Five more minutes," Washu warned, checking her watch. "You've
got her to the level I had her with my upper body tickling, but you
haven't yet pushed her over the edge."
"Hmmm," Ayeka said, thinking, while her fingers roamed randomly
along Ryoko's long wide soles. Washu was right; Ryoko's laughter
had plateaued, and by choosing to tickle her lower body, Ayeka's
choices were limited. The space pirate's knees were only slightly
less ticklish than her feet, and she refused to touch her anywhere
between her legs. There's got to be something I can do to push
her over the edge. But what?
"Three minutes," Washu counted.
Suddenly, Ayeka had a flash, something she'd dreamed about
Tenchi doing to her before she awoke to find Ryoko tickling her
helpless sleeping form. Well, it definitely worked on me. Why
not? Leaning forward, she whispered softly, "Well Ryoko, there
is ONE place on your feet that is in at least fair shape--- your toes!
Yes, they look simply... delicious!"
Ryoko's eyes went wide and rolled back into her head as she felt
Ayeka's lips and tongue violate the ultra-soft flesh between her
toes. Frantic, wild laughter burst forth from her lips and she shook
and thrashed with renewed strength, struggling desperately to
phase through the bed, the floor, the foundation... anything to
get away from Ayeka's evil tickling touch.
"AAAAHHHHHHHH!!! CAN'T TAKE IT!! AAAAAAAAHHHH!!
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!"
Ryoko couldn't take it anymore, it was just too intense. As she tried
in vain to clench her toes closed and prevent Ayeka's wicked
tongue from tickle-licking her, she felt a deep pressure between her
legs, making its presence felt. To her deep embarrassment, Ryoko
let her bladder release.
"EEEWWWW!! GROSS!!" Ayeka yelled, releasing Ryoko's feet,
and pulling away frowning. "Only a true reprobate like yourself
would pee in the bed from just a little tickle torture!"
Washu chuckled. "Well, Princess, looks like you won the contest.
You made her wet herself, so you're the winner!"
"Yes, well I was inspired," Ayeka replied, chuckling in return. The
victim, red-faced, merely moaned and turned her face away in
shame. "I think she's learned her lesson for the time being. Come
on, Miss Washu, let's return to bed. It's getting pretty late now,
and we both need our sleep." Ayeka giggled softly as she made
her way back to her bedroom.
Washu paused at the doorway. "Don't worry, Ryoko, your powers
will return to you in the morning. In the meantime, I suggest you
get cleaned up, change your sheets, and get some sleep. And I
would also suggest you think about everything that happened
tonight. Yeah, Ayeka, Sasami, and I are all ticklish, but so are you!
Anything you do to us, we'll pay you back in spades! Keep that
in mind, Ryoko," Washu said with a grin as she walked out.
Ryoko, sighing deeply, began gathering up her bedsheets...
Epilogue:
"You... you wretched creature!" Ayeka yelled, clenching her fists.
"Shaddup, you pampered little priss!" Ryoko yelled back, baring
her teeth.
The two hated rivals glared at each other across the breakfast
table, once again, to the continued annoyment of all. It had
become a regular occurence. The others merely shrugged as
always, and watched the all-too familiar scene play out. Every day
it seemed that some minor thing or another would set one of them
off, but this time the fight had a slight new twist to it.
As usual, Tenchi stood up to act as referee. "Come on you
guys," he said sheepishly, holding up a hand between both
girls. "Can't we PLEASE just sit down for once and have a nice
calm breakfast? Please?"
"Get back, Tenchi!" Ryoko growled, pulling the boy behind her.
"She started this! The Princess is gonna pay for everything she's
ever done to me... especially last night! I don't plan to back off this time!"
"You conniving, evil woman!" Ayeka countered, pulling Tenchi her
way instead. "YOU started this argument, and I shall not allow
you to get away with it! Last night you only got everything you
deserved"
"HEY!" Ryoko cried, grabbing Tenchi's arm. "Let go of my
Tenchi, Princess! I'm not going to warn you again!"
"YOUR Tenchi? Why, you... you...!" Ayeka sputtered angrily.
Sasami and Washu merely ignored the proceedings, like before.
"They're at it again," Sasami said rolling her eyes. "Honestly, I'm
supposed to be the child here, and THEY are supposed to be
adults! Every morning, I work hard and cook a good breakfast,
but all THEY ever do is fight."
"Yeah, well, what can you do about it? Somethings will simply
never change." Washu gulped down the fresh squeezed juice.
"Besides, you have to admit it IS entertaining."
"Yeah, you're right about that, tee hee hee," Sasami giggled, as
Tenchi went flying into the wall, once more.
The End.
This is an original story by me, of course, but Tenchi, Sasami,
Ryoko, Ayeka, and the rest are not. I don't claim to be their
creator, nor do I get a single payoff from this story... other
than your enjoyment.
Story: Tenchi Muyo! No Need for Tickles!
by J-Dark
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Chapter 1: Princess Sasami
"You... you wretched creature!" Ayeka yelled, clenching her fists.
"Shaddup, you pampered little priss!" Ryoko yelled back, baring
her teeth.
The two hated rivals glared at each other across the breakfast
table, to the annoyment of all. The two girls simply could not
get along together, despite all the time they'd all spent together
in Tenchi's home. The others merely shrugged and watched the
all-too familiar scene play out. Every day it seemed that some
minor thing or another would set one of them off.
As always, Tenchi stood up to act as referee. "Come on you
guys," he said sheepishly, holding up a hand between both
girls. "Can't we just sit down and have a nice calm breakfast
for once?"
"Get back, Tenchi!" Ryoko growled, pulling the boy behind her.
"She started this! The Princess has had this coming for a long time
now, and I don't plan to back off this time!"
"You shameless woman!" Ayeka countered, pulling Tenchi her
way instead. "YOU started this argument, and I shall not allow
you to get away with it!"
"HEY!" Ryoko cried, grabbing Tenchi's arm. "Let go of my
Tenchi, Princess! What do you think you're doing?"
"YOUR Tenchi? Why, I never!" Ayeka yelled.
Sasami and Washu merely ignored the proceedings. "Hey, nice
breakfast you made this morning, Sasami," Washu said with a
grin. "I'll never know how such a cute little girl like you got to be
such a good cook at your age!"
"Tee hee hee," Sasami giggled. "Well, I AM a lot older than I look,
you know," she said with a grin. "With Ayeka as the heir to the
throne, I had a lot of free time to do pretty much what I wanted.
I spent a lot of time in the kitchen, and Cook and I became good
friends. I learned how to cook from her,"
"Well, thank goodness for Cook," Washu nodded. "Without her
teaching you how to cook, we'd all probably starve to death here."
Both girls ducked as Tenchi flew by into a nearby wall when Ayeka
and Ryoko's little argument became violent. "You know, Sasami,"
Washu said, louder, over the two girls yelling, "I was working on
something in my lab, a brand new invention. It will be able to copy
and transfer knowledge from one person's brain into another. It
would be great if I could try and copy your cooking lessons as my
first test run. Whatd'ya say?"
"Well, I dunno," Sasami frowned, considering. "Is it safe?"
"Of course, silly!" Washu said with a grin. "Aren't my genius
inventions ALWAYS safe?" At that, everyone went silent, even
the two fighting girls. Everyone shook their heads in unison, and
groaned, to Washu's chagrin. "Well, ANYWAY," she went on, "I'll
be all set up and ready within the hour. Just think about it, Sasami.
You wouldn't have to make all the meals yourself anymore."
Sasami grinned at that. "Okay! I'll do it!" she said enthusiastically.
* * *
"Uhm, Washu?" Sasami gulped, as Washu began punching keys
on her virtual keypad. "Is all this, uhm, really necessary?"
The blue-haired girl was stripped down in her bathing suit, floating
in an anti-gravity field, wearing a small metallic band around her
head. Her small bare feet were off the ground, and her small pudgy
toes danced nimbly two inches from the cold metallic floor.
Washu looked up from his display, giving Sasami a reassuring
smile. "Now don't worry. Everything is fine. I wanted you in your
bathing suit to keep from attracting any small static charges from
you clothes. The anti-gravity field will make sure that you stay
insulated, and keep you from processing any other sensations
while the band is recording your information. So just relax."
"Uhm, okay, if you say so." Sasami sighed and closed her eyes.
With her eyes closed, she felt as if she were floating... which,
actually she was. The antigrav unit ran silently, and the AC
kept the air sterile and odorless, and the temperature constant.
Without visual stimulus, Sasami felt as if her body had dissolved
away, leaving behind only her mind. Then... she felt it. A tiny...
something.
She felt it again, a soft touch, a stroke, against her skin. Her eyes
opened, and she glanced around, but she was still alone in the
antigrav unit. Washu glanced up from her keypad. "Sasami,
close your eyes! You're brain is not supposed to be receiving any
signals!"
"But," she said, rubbing her sides where she felt the sensation.
"No buts! Now close your eyes."
Sighing deeply, Sasami closed her eyes. Within a moment or two,
she had returned to that floating senseless state once more, and
had just started to relax when she felt it again. Stronger. Perhaps
because she had been half expecting it. Whatever the reason, or
the cause, Sasami's eyes flew open to the unbearable sensations
going through her body. It felt as if a thousand feathers were
stroking her entire body from head to toes.
Washu growled angrily. "Sasami! I told you to keep your eyes
closed! How do you expect me to make an accurate recording
of your brain waves when you are receiving visual stimulus?"
"But Washu!" Sasami protested.
"No buts, young lady!" the red haired scientist cut her off. "You
agreed to do this so you wouldn't have to do all the cooking! All
you have to do is keep your eyes closed for five minutes while
the scanner records your brain waves."
"Oh, all right!" Sasami yelled back, closing her eye. The tickling
sensations resumed immediately, and even stronger than
before. It took an extreme effort to keep her eyes closed, but
Sasami couldn't hold back the laughter that was bubbling up
inside her. "Tee hee hee... oh.. oh gosh! Tee hee hee, hee hee
hee..." sher giggled helplessly.
Looking up from her viewscreen, Washu frowned. "What in the
world is she doing? Sasami? Why are you laughing? What's so
funny?"
The phantom tickling of her bare feet increased by the second, and
Sasami, her eyes still clenched tight, screamed out, "YOHOHOHOR
MAACHIIIINE!! HAHAHAHAHA... IT'S TIIIICKLING MEHEHEE
HEHEHEHEHEE LIKE CRAAAZYYYYY!! AAAHHH!! HAHAHA
HAHAHA!! MAKE IT STAAAAHHEHAHAHAHAPPP!!!"
"Hmm. Well, that's weird," Washu murmured, glancing at her
viewscreen. "Let's see. Everything appears to be in working
order. All the K-7 values are within normal parameters."
Sasami now had her eyes open, and was struggling in vain to
get out of the antigrav unit. Weightless, with nothing to push
off from, however, the poor tickled girl was completely helpless.
"HAHAHAHAHAA... Washu!! WASHU!! PLEEEEAAASEE!!
TURN OFF YOUR MACHINE!! AHAHAHAHA!! I CAN'T STAND
IT!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NO! NO! NOT MY FEET!
AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"
The light feathery strokes had now become hard and vicious pokes
and scratches at all the right spots to make her burst into complete
hilarity. The poor young Princess had never endured such torment
before, and it was worse by the fact that the tickling was literally all
in her mind. How could she cover her ticklish feet and underarms
when no one was tickling her? How could she pull away from her
torturer's diabolical fingers and feathers when nothing was even
touching her?
"Hmm. Ah! I see the problem!" Washu announced, unfazed by
Sasami's insane cackling screams. "There was a slight feedback
signal travling through the computer input line. It was sending a
stream of sensory input directly into your brain while it scanned
you to record your data. Fascinating! Looks like it somehow
picked up the exact frequency of sensations that cause tickling
in humanoids." To Sasami's relief, the mad scientist clicked off
the unit. "I'll have to study this phenomenon in depth later."
"Well," Sasami said after a moment, once she'd stopped
laughing and caught her breath, "you... you can do... that
test... on someone else! I've had... enough... to last me...
al life... lifetime." She got wearily to her feet and made her
way out of Washu's lab.
The lovely redhead sighed, watching her go. "Oh well. At
least I got to test my new invention." She sat down and
glanced at the data her machine had recovered. "Wow. She
sure was ticklish! Look at those readings! I wonder if her
sister is as ticklish as she is?"
* * *
Grinning wickedly from her hiding place, Ryoko drifted through
the wall, back into the hallway. Hmmm. A very good question.
I wonder if Ayeka IS ticklish? Hehehe. Well, I intend to find out
the next chance I get.
Chapter 2: Keyoni
"MII-HOO-SHIIII!!" Keyoni yelled loudly, as her erstwhile partner
appeared wearing a sheepish grin.
"Oh gee, Keyoni," Mihoshi said, glancing around the shot up
remains of the nafarious space criminal's bridge. "I'm sorry. I
didn't think my blaster would go off. Did I at least get the bad
guy?"
"No, Mihoshi," Keyoni said with a deep sigh. "There was no
one in here. All you did was shoot up the ship's controls. I
guess we're just lucky you didn't blast open the windshield
ro we'd all be floating around in space right now!"
Mihoshi teared up, and began to sob. "Oh Keyoni, I'm sorry!
I won't do it again, I promise! Don't be mad at me, okay?"
What did I EVER do to deserve getting paired together with
a complete numbskull like Mihoshi? the Galaxy Police officer
asked herself. Why am I eternally cursed with a partner that
screws up every assignment? I could have made Captain by
now, been assigned to Galaxy Police Headquarters, have my
own squardron under my commands... instead I am STILL a
lowly detective, patrolling a backwoods section of space,
with no chance of a promotion. God... I hate my life.
"Hey, Keyoni," Mihoshi yelled, interrupting her thoughts, "look
over here, on this viewscreen! Looks like the criminal is still on
board the ship! According to this read-out, he's in the cargo
hold!"
"The cargo hold?" Keyoni said, perking up. "You're right,
Mihoshi! He's still here! We can still catch him if we move
quickly!" A bright light appeared in Keyoni's eyes, a dim
ray of hope. If they could capture this dangerous wanted
criminal maybe, just maybe, they could attract the notice of
the Galaxy Police Headquarters. "Come on, Mihoshi! You
take the left side, and I'll head in through the front! We'll
catch him in a pincer maneuver!"
"Right!" Mihoshi said, moving to the cargo hold elevator.
"I'm ready when you are, Keyoni! Let's go get that bad guy!"
* * *
"Well, well, Galaxy Police," the space criminal said with a
chuckle. "You know, when I saw your ship at first, I was
really worried. I thought, 'Oh shit! I'm in trouble now! No
one ever gets the drop of the Galaxy Police!' Yeah, I never
would have believed how EASY it was to catch the two of
you like this!"
Keyoni, bound hand and foot, and strapped down on top of
a long slab-like container filled with smuggled goods, glared at
her partner. "I don't believe you got us captured! Mihoshi,
if we ever get out of this..."
Mihoshi, likewise tied and bound, sobbed loudly, "I said I
was sorry, Keyoni! Really! It's not my fault that I dropped
my blaster and dropped that net on us, it was an accident!"
The space smuggler merely laughed. "Well far be it for me
not to take advantage of the situation. Now... I suppose I
could simply toss you two out into the airlock," which
made the two officers cringe, "but I'm a smuggler, not a
murderer. I could leave you two tied up adrift in an escape
pod, but... well that's no fun. That's got to be something I
can do with two beautiful women, tied up and at my mercy.
Let me see..."
"Wow, Keyoni," Mihoshi piped up, "looks like we're in BIG
trouble this time! I mean, we're all tied up and completely
helpless.! He could do anything he wanted to us... even
tickle us! And you know you can't stand to be tickled---"
"MIHOSHI!!" Keyoni nearly screamed, struggling to break free,
not to escape, but to strangle her partner. To her dismay, the
smuggler seemed very interested in Mihoshi's suggestion. And
true to form, the ditzy blonde policewoman hadn't even noticed
that she was making things much worse.
"Ticklish, eh?" The smuggler walked over to Keyoni, eyeing her
with an almost hungry look. "Your partner here says you have
a weakness for tickling, that you absolutely can't stand it. A big
tough pistol-packing cop like you, ticklish? I find that hard to
believe."
"That's because... because its not true," Keyoni said desperately.
"She's just confused, that's all. I mean, uh, I USED to be ticklish
when I was young, but I outgrew it."
"But Keyoni," Mihoshi spoke up again, "I accidentially tickled
you under you arm before we left for this mission, and you
absolutely freaked out! I just touched you, and it took you
three minutes to stop giggling!"
Keyoni went red. "Mihoshi, if you don't shut up, I swear I'm
going to beat you to a pu--EEEEEKK!!" She shrieked as the
smuggler slid a finger under the bound girl's tied arms, into
her armpits. As her partner had said, it took her several
minutes to calm down and stop giggling from the single
touch.
"Looks like someone was LYING," the smuggler said once
the laughter had ceased. "If there's one thing I can't stand, its
a liar. I guess I'll just have to teach you a lesson then." He pulled
out a small round blade and began cutting off Keyoni's uniform,
leaving her clad only in her bra, panties, and boots. "Tell me,
uhm... Mihoshi, wasn't it? Where is your partner's worst
tickling spot?"
Keyoni opened her mouth to warn Mihoshi not to speak, but
before she could utter the words, the smuggler began wiggling
his fingers along her bared ribs, sending her into a hystrical
laughing fit.
"Hmmm... let me see," Mihoshi said, thinking hard, completely
oblivious to Keyoni's desperate struggles. "Well, Keyoni
never really lets me tickle her, because she is soo completely
ticklish. And she's not exactly the touchy-feelly type to begin
with. But... wait, I remember now! We went to an Earth spa with
Princess Ayeka, Sasami, Ryoko, and Washu, you know, with
hot baths, and mud baths, and massages. It was soo much fun!
Oh, we have to go there again sometime---"
"Yes, that's VERY interesting," the smuggler interrupted, slightly
annoyed. "But you were supposed to be telling me where your
partner is most ticklish, remember?" He almost felt sympathy for
the girl he was tickling. He was starting to see what she meant
about her air-brained partner.
"OH!" Mihoshi giggled. "Silly me. I almost forgot. At the spa, when
Keyoni was getting a massage, she started giggling almost every
place she was touched, but she really went beserk when
masseuse touched her feet!"
Oh GOD!! NO!! Not that! Not my FEET! Keyoni thought to
herself as she wiggled frantically from the tickling of her ribs. I
swear, I'll get Mihoshi for this no matter what it takes! My poor
feet.. oh God, he's taking off my boots and my socks! I'm not
gonna be able to take this!
"Hmm, nice," the smuggler admitted, glancing at Keyoni's bare
feet. About a size seven, Keyoni's lightly tanned feet had
medium lenth toes, receding from big toe to pinky, and high
wrinkled arches. Those toes wiggled nervously, in anticipation
of the tickling to come.
"Very nice," the smuggler repeated, leaning closer to gaze at her
soft bare feet. He ran a finger slowly along her slim bare sole, from
the heel to the balls of her feet. Keyoni, still giggling from the rib
tickling moments ago, burst into a frenzy of hysterical laughter.
"EEEIIIKKK!!! NONONONONO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
HAHAHAHAHAHA!! NO FEEETT!! HAHAHAHAHAHAA! NOT
MY FEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEETTT!! PLEEEAASSEEE!! STAAH
HAHAHAHAHAHPPPP!! AAAHHH!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
Keyoni thrashed and struggled, kicking her legs fitfully, jerking and
wiggling her feet as much as possible, but the smuggler had her too
well tied to allow very much movement. No matter how much she
fought, she couldn't avoid his torutrous tickling fingers even for a
second.
As the tickling went on, Mihoshi watched, frowning. Gee, I
thought we were in trouble. I mean, being tied up like this by a
criminal and all... but Keyoni doesn't seem to worried. Not worried
at all! She's laughing up a storm! Oh well, guess I'll just sit here
and watch, after all, Keyoni always knows what she's doing.
"SOMEBODY HEEEELLPP MEEEHEHEHEHEhehehehe ahahaha
hahahahaha!" Keyoni yelled as she wound down and went limp,
unable to even thrash anymore. The smuggler wore a wide grin
across her face, and he didn't seem like he was going to stop any
time soon.
Chapter 3: Little Washu
Washu yawned and glanced up. The room was completely dark,
and it was still nighttime, about 2 am according to the clock on
the wall, but something... some small sound, had awakened her.
She slipped out from her bed and clapped her hands. The lights,
however, refused to click on. "Hello? Is someone there? Who's
out there?"
Nothing. No sound at all, but Washu could almost sense someone
standing nearby, watching her, just in the shadows. Frowning, she
gestured into the air, and her virtual keyboard interface appeared
out of nowhere. She began typing quickly, trying to bring up an
infared view of her room, to try and locate any intruders, when
suddenly, a hand clamped down on her shoulder.
"AAAHHH!" Washu cried up, nearly leaping three feet into the
air in surprise. Turning around, she spied the smiling face of her
'daughter' (for lack of a better term) Ryoko, holding one of Washu's
own inventions. "Ryoko!" she yelled, backing away slowly from
the grinning woman and the small silver tube. "What do you think
you're doing?"
"Tee hee hee," Ryoko giggled, aiming the rod at Washu. "What
does it look like, Washu? I'm taking you hostage!" She pushed the
button, and a yellow beam flashed, fully enveloping the scientist.
Washu threw up her hands... or rather tried to, only to find that
she couldn't move. "Oh, Washu, surely you recognize your own
invention, your portable stasis field generator? You won't be
able to move a muscle from the neck down for, oh, say, six
hours!"
"Okay, Ryoko, what--ooof!" Washu grunted, as Ryoko pushed
her back, prone, onto her bed, "what do you want?"
"I'll make it simple for you, Washu dear," Ryoko said with a
smirk. She leaned forward and began unbuttoning Washu's
pajama top, taking it away, revealing the lovely redhead's
bountiful breasts, sans bra. Ryoko blinked, surprised at the
lack of a bra, but shrugged it off.
"I managed to catch the end of your latest experiment with
Sasami," she said matter-of-factly. "I want to... ahem...
borrow, your little device for a little experiment of my own.
I believe that Princess Ayeka is just as ticklish as her sweet
adorable sister, and with your little machine, I think I can
find out just HOW ticklish she is!"
"And no doubt you intend to use that as a way of trying to
convince her to give up her claim on Tenchi," Washu glared
back. "No way! Forget it Ryoko! I won't help you!"
"Oh, that's a shame," Ryoko said with mock disappointment,
as she slid Washu's pajama bottoms, and again, finding no
undergarmets, Ryoko blinked. "What the... hey, don't you
believe in underclothes?" She shook her head and continued
on. "Anyway, I'm here to try and...convince you to change
your mind. Tell me Washu... are YOU ticklish, by any chance?"
Washu's blank expression conveyed her disbelief. "You...
you CAN'T be serious? You're going to TICKLE me into
helping you with this scheme of yours?"
"Absolutely," Ryoko said with a devious chuckle, sliding her
sharply nailed fingers into Washu's trim little tummy, causing
her to gasp, then giggle softly. "My, you ARE a ticklish little
thing aren't you?" Ryoko teased. "I bet you're starting to
reconsider your answer right about now."
"C'mon, Ryoko, tee hee hee, you don't wanna doohehhehe
do this," Washu managed between giggles, wishing more
than anything that she could move away from the space
pirate's fingers. Ryoko was just barely wiggling her fingers
against her ribs right now, and it tickled only slightly, but
being unable to struggle or move away made it seem much
worse.
Ryoko grinned widely as she tickled Washu's flat tummy. It
was soft and pale, and with the stasis field beam affecting her,
she couldn't so much as move an inch away from Ryoko's
devilish fingers. WOW! I hope tickling Ayeka is as much
fun as tickling Washu. I could do this all night long! And I've
only just started!
"So, Washu, changed your mind yet? Gonna help me get my
revenge against Ayeka?" Ryoko didn't even give her the
chance to reply as she moved Washu's unresisting arms apart
and tickled briskly under the smooth hairless hallows. The
only response the mad scientist could give was a high pitched
screeching laughter.
"NOOOO!!! Wahahahahahahahahahaaaa!! IIIII...hhahahahaha
hahahahahaa...III.. hehehehehehahahahahahaa..." Washu cried,
unable to put together words past the unbearable tickling
plauging her. Ryoko's nails teased and tortured the tiny nerve
endings in her underarms, making her brain explode with
sensation, forcing her to laugh against her will. She might not
have been able to move, but her stomach muscles were clenching
and unclenching with laughter, spasming uncontrollibly.
Worse yet, her bare breasts were bouncing in her hilarity, and
her nipples were growing hard and stiff from the pleasant
torture forced upon her. Oh my, Washu thought to herself,
I haven't been tickled in 700 years, but its still affecting me
the same way... ohhh.. it tickles sooo much, I want it to stop...
but its making me feel all.... tingly inside.
Ryoko kept up the tickling, experimenting with the helpless
Washu, trying to find out the best places to tickle Ayeka
later tonight. Washu was wonderfully ticklish all over, along
her neck and shoulders, on her small little tummy, and between
her ribs. The hallows of her underarms were a hot spot, as well
as backs of her knees and Washu's fading laughter always
roared back to full strength when her fingers ventured into those
tender spots. Her laughter turned into deep belly laughs mixed
with soft moans, when Ryoko tickled her breasts. But the very
worst was yet to come.
"Hmmm. I think I've tickled you just about everywhere, Washu,"
Ryoko said after a moment, letting the laughing scientist catch
her breath. "Well, almost everywhere. I haven't tried your feet yet.
I wonder if they're as ticklish as he rest of you."
Washu cringed. Her feet were her weakest point. Small, just like the
rest of her, a size five, with soft rosy pink soles, and tiny pudgy
little toes. The tops of her feet, unlike her soles, were a creamy
white, like milk, and her toenails were painted a soft pink color as
well. As much as she dreaded what was coming, the deep pulsing
throb between her thighs made Washu nearly delirious with
desire.
"Please... Ryoko..." she gasped breathlessly, "you can... take the
machine... please... just let me go... please!! You're making me
crazy!!"
"I know, Washu," Ryoko chuckled. "That's what makes it so much
fun! I'm sorry, really, but I just wouldn't be able to forgive myself
if I didn't tickle your soft bare feet. Oh look, how cute! Pink little
toes, all ready to be tickled!" Washu started to giggle softly at the
notion, even before Ryoko touched her. But once she felt that
familiar touch on the bottom of her sole...
"AAAAHHHH!!! NOT MY FEEET!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *gasp* AHAHAHAHA
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!! STOP STOP STOP
RYYYYYOOOOKKKOOOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
Washu screamed, actually managing to move on the bed a little
at the sheer torture of Ryoko's nails tickling her ultra-ticklish
feet. Ryoko found a sweet spot at the center of her arch, and
Washu's eyes rolled back into her head.
"Oh, I see you REALLY like that," Ryoko chuckled evilly. "Let's
try that again... and up the ante a bit by playing with your toes!"
Ryoko moved both hands to Washu's ticklish left foot, and
began scratching the hot spot on her arch while she wiggled
the fingers of her other hand between the tiny toes.
Washu was in hell. She was in heaven. She didn't know where
she was, but it felt as if she had been there for eternity. The warm
soft gentle throbbing in her loins had quickly built to a raging
inferno, driven by the wonderful agony on her ticklish soles and
toes. She was delirious now, and hallucinated that Tenchi was
there, tickling her softly, erotically, as he made love to her. Her
laughter turned to a wild frenzied cackling as her orgasm exploded
within her, and her toes managed to clench and curl tightly as she
fell into a light swoon.
* * *
Washu awoke a few moments later with Ryoko gently sucking on
her toes. "Ah, you're awake I see," the space pirate smiled
wickedly as Washu giggled blissfully, in the afterglow. Ryoko
was no doubt oblivious as to the full effect her tickling had had
on her, and Washu thought that she should perhaps keep it
that way for the moment. Besides, the sooner she gave her what
she wanted, the sooner she would be released to finish relieving
her remaining sexual tensions.
"Okay, Ryoko," she said after a moment, when Ryoko paused
to let her speak. "I give. You win! You can have my device, and
I'll even tell you how to work it. Just release me from the stasis
field and I'll do whatever you want."
"Good girl," Ryoko said smugly, as she pressed the counter
button on the device, releasing the tired genius. Washu
wearily made her way back to the lab, and returned a few
moments later with another small silver tube.
"Here you are. This is the sensor control unit. Just hook the
round end into the stasis field generator you already have, and
you'll be able to freeze your target in place just like you did me,
or use it to tickle her senseless without even touching her. Just
point and click."
"Gee thanks, Washu," Ryoko said with glee, holding the key to
Ayeka's downfall in her hands. "Yanno, this was fun," Ryoko said sweetly, as if nothing had happened. "We'll have to do this again
some other time, alright Washu? I just love these Mother-daughter
sessions, don't you?" With a laugh, Ryoko phased through the
wall, disappearing. Washu, yawning, merely slipped back under
the covers. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep once
more, her hand sliding its way between her thighs.
Chapter 4: Mihoshi
"Hahahaha... *gasp* hah. haha hah ahahah ahaha haha haha haha
hah.. *gasp* *wheeze* *cough* ahhh... hahahah.. hahahah.. haha
hahaha... hahaha.. ha.. ha... haa..." Keyoni gurgled weakly as the
space smuggler sawed lightly between her wide spread toes.
Rational thought had long left her, and her mind had shattered in
a million pieces, leaving behind only the insane tortured soul and
body of a Galaxy Police Officer.
"Well," the smuggler said after a while, "that was fun. I didn't think
you last the whole two hours, Detective Keyoni. But you seem a
litte out of it right now... so I guess I'll let you rest a bit." He
released her feet, and turned to face his other captive. "Well,
Officer Mihoshi, looks like its finally your turn now." He walked
towards the tightly bound blonde, holding up the small serrated
knife, to cut away her uniform, when suddenly, alarms began
flashing.
"Damn!" he said, running over to a nearby console. "Computer,
display viewscreen!" The computer complied, and the long
range scanner display lit up, showing what was obviously a
small group of Galaxy Police cruisers heading for his location.
"Looks like I've overstayed my welcome. The cavalry is on the
way to rescue you two... so I'd better be off."
Moving quickly, he loaded the two bound women into an escape
pod, and jetisoned them into space, then brought his engines
online and blasted off for the nearest star system.
Keyoni blinked her bleary tear-soaked eyes at her surroundings.
Could it be true? Had they actually been saved? Was her
torment finally over?
"Hey, Keyoni, are you alright?" Mihoshi asked, rolling over to
face her partner. "You look just awful. That bad man must have
really tickled you to death!"
Yeah, no thanks to YOU, you stupid little... "Yeah, I'm
okay. Thank God I radioed Headquarters that we were about
to move in before we left our ship. When we missed the hourly
check-in, I knew they'd send someone to investigate." She began
rubbing her wrists against the metal interior of the capsule,
sawing the ropes holding her in place. After a few moments, she
managed to break free, and quickly untied herself and Mihoshi.
At that moment, the Galaxy Police showed up. Keyoni activated
the comm system in the escape pod. "This is Detective First Class
Keyoni reporting in! The criminal has escaped! He just took off
in his ship less than five minutes ago! If you hurry, you can still
catch him!"
"Roger that, Detective," the dark-haired policeman replied. "We'll
round him up before he gets too far. Uh.. um.. Detective Keyoni, do
you know you are out of uniform?"
Keyoni glanced down and gasped, turning bright red as she
quickly covered herself with her hands. "OH! Uhm, sorry
about that! The escaped prisoner, he.. um... oh, never mind!"
Blushing furiously, sank down behind her seat and waited for
the pod to align itself with her ship.
Moments later, back aboard their ship and fully dressed, Keyoni
finished filing her official report. The smuggler had indeed been
captured, but the arresting officers, Detectives Seron and Hyden,
were given the credit. Worst of all, Keyoni was now the laughing
stock of the entire force. It was bad enough that everyone knew
a lowly thug, a smuggler, had gotten the drop on her, and that
everyone had seen her almost naked. She only hoped no one
ever found out how the smuggler had tickle tortured her for two
solid hours.
"Oh wow, I'm sure glad that's over," Mihoshi said once the
other Police officers had flown off. "Being a member of the
Galaxy Police is great, but I really hate doing all that paperwork.
Well, I guess we better head back to Earth now!"
Keyoni paused, and turned to face her partner. "Wait a
second. Did you say you just did the paperwork? Mihoshi,
I just filed our report just before the officers left!"
"You did?" Mihoshi asked. "Oh, well that's great! I filed one
too, so now Headquarters will have two reports to study! That
should really impress them... especially when they read how
detailed and exact mine is!"
Detailed? Exact? "MIHOSHI!!" Keyoni yelled, blowing her top.
"TELL me you DIDN'T put in the part where the smuggler
tickled me almost to death!"
Mihoshi gulped, seeing the angry expression in her partner's
face. "Well... you said we always have to be very precise when
we file reports to Headquarters..."
Keyoni stood there growling, foaming at the mouth, for several
seconds. A million thoughts ran through her head. She saw her
last fragile thread of hope for advancement ripped asunder once
again by her dimwit partner. Worst, she had just endured two
hours of sheer torture thanks to Mihoshi's big mouth, and now
everyone would know her secret weakness. Suddenly, a smile
began to grow across Keyoni's face, and her eyes began to
glow with a strange mad gleam. She took a step towards Mihoshi,
and chuckled softly.
Mihoshi backed away slowly. "Uhm, Keyoni?" Mihoshi asked in
a small voice. "Are you okay? You don't look so good."
Keyoni chuckled again, backing the well tanned blonde back into
a corner. "Oh, I'm just fine, partner," she said, wiggling her fingers
towards the frightened girl. "It just occurred to me that you didn't
get a chance to feel what it was like to be tickled into insanity by
that nice space cargo smuggler that just got taken away! And I
haven't had the chance to thank you for giving him all that good
advice on just where to tickle me!"
Mihoshi grinned weakly, finding herself back against the wall.
"Oh, that's okay, Keyoni. You don't have to thank me, really.
I was just being helpful, that's all."
The mad gleam in Keyoni's eyes flashed brilliantly. "Oh, but
I insist," she purred, as she closed in on her target.
* * *
"No, Keyoni, please! I'm sorry! Don't do this to me, please!"
Mihoshi begged as she found herself stripped down to her
underwear, and handcuffed to the bed in the ship's sleeping
quarters. Her bronze skin seemed to tingle all over with just
the thought of being tied down and helpless while being
tickled.
Keyoni, however, wasn't listening. She was truly off in her own
little world, completely insane, and utterly consumed with the
sweet revenge she was about to gain over the partner that had
once again ruined her life. "Tee hee hee...oh yes, yes... this is
going to be good! Tee hee hee," she giggled softly, wiggling
her fingers as she moved slowly towards Mihoshi's ribs.
"EEEK!" the captive girl cried out, feeling fingers in her ribcage.
It didn't tickle, exactly, it startled her more than anything else.
Seeing this as a sign of weakness, Keyoni dove in, working her
fingers furiously in Mihoshi's ribs, trying to elicit that screaming
hysterical laughter the smuggler had brought out in her.
"Tee hee hee... oh Keyoni... hee hee hee.. that tickles!! hehehe...
Can't we just uhm... hehehe.. talk about this or something?"
Keyoni frowned. It obviously wasn't having the effect she'd hoped
for. "Okay, so you're only marginally ticklish on the ribs. No
problem. You have plenty of other ticklish spots to torment!"
With relish, she moved down to Mihoshi's tummy, and began
kneading and probing the soft flat tummy. The tanned beauty
might have been an airhed, but she was in excellent shape; there
was hardly a trace of fat anywhere on her body.
Mihoshi's giggling went up a notch at the tickling of her belly.
"Tee hee hee hee hee hee... hee hee hee... oh oh my tummy!
Don't tickle my tummy, Keyoni! hee hee hee hee...oh my, I
didn't realize I was ticklish here too! Tee hee hee..."
Keyoni was becoming frustrated. DAMMIT! She HAS to
be really ticklish somewhere! I can't stand the idea that she
isn't ticklish, that my plans for revenge will be spoiled yet
again! Oh please God, let her be insanely ticklish somewhere,
please, I beg of you!
Her armpits were again, only marginally better than her ribs, and
Mihoshi did indeed giggle helplessly, but not much else. "Oh, oh,
Keyoni... hehehehe... I can't take much more of this... hehehehe.
You're driving me crazy! Tee hee hee hee...Just let me go, okay? I
promise not to get us in trouble anymore... hehehehehee!!"
Keyoni was about to simply give up and quit. Mihoshi hadn't been
tickled since she was a young girl, so even this mild tickling was
too much for her, but it wasn't the devilish, mind-blowing torture
that Keyoni had wanted it to be. The ditzy blonde still looked on it
like a game, and even though she had apologized, Keyoni still felt
robbed of her revenge. She'd tickled Mihoshi everywhere, from her
ears down to her knees. She'd even tried removing her underwear
and tickled her huge fleshy breasts and her tender inner thighs,
which were EXTREMELY ticklish, but... tickling her THERE served
to arouse her more than torture her, so she quickly left those areas
alone.
"I guess you've learned your lesson," Keyoni said, defeated, as
she knelt down at the foot of the bed to begin undoing Mihoshi's
bindings. By accident, her nails stroked the sole of Mihoshi's left
foot, causing the girl to squeal loudly and burst into stacatto
laughter. Keyoni glanced up startled.
Of course! Her feet! I can't believe I didn't try her feet! After all,
that was my weakest spot when I was being tickled too! The
sadistic smile returned to Keyoni's face as Mihoshi continued to
giggle and titter from the momentary touch on her bare foot.
"Well, well, so you are ticklish after all," Keyoni said with a smirk.
Bringing her ten wiggling fingers into play, she began scratching
her nails up and down Mihoshi's bare soles, causing her to scream
with laughter.
"B-b-but Keyoni! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHAHAHA!
YOU SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAID YOU WOULD LET MEE
HEHEHEHEHEHE GOOOOOO OH OH OH HOHOHOHOHOHO
HOHO.. HEHEHEHEHEHEE... AH! AH! AH! NOOOO! DON'T
TICKLEE MY FEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE HEHE
HEHEHE HEHEHEHE HEE HEHEHEHEE HEHEHEEETT!!"
Mihoshi's fully tanned peds were large and soft, probably a size
nine or ten, with long slender toes, painted a blinding scarlet. She
was always going around barefoot when she could help it, so her
heels and the balls of her feet were a bit rougher than the other
girls. Still, she took care of her feet as she did with every part of her
lovely body, with creams and pedicures, so while not as soft and
tender as her partner's ticklish soles, her feet were extremely
vulnerable to Keyoni's ticklish touches.
Keyoni, for her part, was in 7th Heaven. Finally, after an eternity,
she was able to take out the years and years of frustrations and
bad feelings on her partner, to teach Mihoshi a lesson once and
for all, to torture her without truly hurting her. Keyoni slipped off
her own boots while pausing to give Mihoshi a chance to breathe,
and rubbed her bared soles against the carpet. The slight tickle
made her explode into giggles, and she briefly relived her torture
at the hands of the smuggler hours ago. Something else to punish
Mihoshi for!
"Are you ready for round two, Mihoshi?" she asked devilishly,
as she climbed atop the bed, straddling her tightly bound partner.
She began tickling Mihosi's arches, her weakest spot, making her
burst once more into frantic laughter, while she worked her own
bare feet into Mihoshi's underarms. Keyoni wiggled and flexed
her toes, adding to the tickling by stroking Mihoshi's armpits
while her fingers worked 'solely' on her ticklish feet. Mihoshi's
laughter doubled, as if being tickled so fiendishly had made
her other spots more sensitive and more ticklish.
"Nononononoo....aahhahahahahahah Iiiiiiii cahahahahahnn'tt
taaakkkkeee iiiiittttt!! Noooooo moooooorrreeee!! Hahahahaha
hahahahahahahahahaa, oh God my feet.. no more, no more...
hahahahahahahahahaha... *gasp* hahahahahahahahaaahaa
haaaaa!! *gasp* *gasp* *gasp* Hahahahahahahahahaaa..."
Keyoni was brimming over with satisfaction. She had Mihoshi
right where she'd always wanted her. She racked her brain to
think of ways to torture her further, to drive her completely to
her breaking point. Sliding off her weakened, breathless partner,
Keyoni went to the supply closet and returned a moment
later with several brushes, an ear cleaner, (an Earth Q-Tip) and
a small feather duster.
Mihoshi blinked her red puffy eyes as Keyoni returned, and seeing
what she carried, nearly burst into tears. She couldn't even beg
anymore, and all the fight had been tickled out of her the half
hour before. All she could do was shake her head in denial as
Keyoni knelt once again at the foot of the bed.
Keyoni ran the gamut on her. The feather duster probably bothered
Mihoshi the least, although she was still laughing three minutes
after it stopped. The brushes were pure horror, and Mihoshi
actually wet herself under the fluffy bristled of Keyoni's make up
brush in her arches. The Q-tips were nearly as bad, except that they
didn't spread out to cover more skin when they made contact.
Mihoshi literally thought she would die when Keyoni returned to
the feather duster and began sawing the festhers between her long
slender toes. But what tickled the absolute worst was the direct
approach.
"I like using my fingers better anyway," Keyoni said, as she held
Mihoshi's big toes and opened up the spaces between all the rest.
The blonde bronzed beauty went into that eerie silent laughter as
her delicate toes were tortured, and her eyes rolled back into her
head. Strangely, though, a feeling of warmth began to rise within
her at the insidious stroking of her most ticklish toes.
"Whaahahahaha...hahahahahahaha...hahahahahaha ah ah ahaaaha
hahahahahaha!!" Mihoshi laughed wearily, seeing spots begin to
dance before her eyes. Her clit felt like it would explode any second
but her body felt completely drained, ready to shut down. She
sensed what was happening to her, that she was about to cum
just from having her feet tickled, and as much as it confused her
(no real challenge there, by the way) she knew what she had to do.
"MOOORREEE!!" she managed to yell, between laughs and gasps
for breath. "MORE, KeeeyooonnIIII! Tickle me more!! Hahahahaha
hahahahahaha!! I can't take it! I'm going crazy!! Ahahahahahahaha
hahaha!! *GASP!* Tickle my tooooeeess!! Hahahahahahahaaa!!"
"If you insist," Keyoni replied, happy to oblige. Leaning forward,
she wrapped her lips around all five of Mihoshi's wiggling digits,
and began sucking and licking all five of her toes, flicking her
tongue deftly into the narrow undercurl, and snaking it in
between each toes, licking and tickling the ultra sensitive flesh
between. Her fingers continued to assault her other foot, working
its way from toes to arch and back again. Mihoshi laughed, a deep
crazed, cackling belly laugh, and her body twitched and writhed
with a new desperation. Suddenly she went stiff.
"KKKEEEEEEYYYOOOONNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!" she screamed,
as she came in a gush, clenching her toes tightly, straining hard
against her restraints as her body arched itself into a bow. Keyoni,
amazed at her reaction, quit licking and sucking her toes, idly
stroking Mihoshi's other foot gently as she watched her partner
ride the wave of bliss for another minute or two before collapsing
fully, back onto the bed.
"What the hell?" Keyoni whispered, glancing down at Mihoshi.
The blonde girl was deeply asleep, her smile still etched into her
face. Her feet and toes still wiggled slightly, and soft giggles
floated from her lips, as if she was still being tickled in her dreams.
Sighing, shrugging it off, Keyoni removed the handcuffs, and
untied her feet. "That was kinda strange. Oh well, I got my revenge
on you, Mihoshi," she said softly, as she went back to the control
room and sat in the pilot's seat.
As she directed the ship back to Earth, she thought more about
Mihoshi's reaction to the tickle torture at the end. Strange. It
seems that she really LIKED it! I don't see how anything that
torturous could be in ANY way erotic... it's too extreme. I certainly
didn't feel anything arousing when that smuggler was tickling me.
Still... I can't deny that I enjoyed tickling Mihoshi. It gave me
a charge... a feeling of power. It...oh hell, tickling her like that
aroused the hell out of me! Okay, I admit it. But BEING tickled?
No... I just don't see it.
Bringing the ship back to a landing outside their apartment,
Keyoni added, Well... maybe... it could be.. arousing. If the
right person did the tickling. Hmmm. I wonder if Tenchi likes to
tickle?
Chapter 5: Princess Ayeka
Ayeka sighed softly in her sleep, tossing and turning slightly
on the small padded mat that served as her bed. She was having
a most delicious dream, featuring Tenchi and herself. (well, duh!)
The Princess of the Royal Family of Jurai was as proper and as
refined as any of society's finest. She loved her Tenchi dearly,
and was more than ready to defend him to the death if need be.
Despite this, in Tenchi's presence, she was horribly shy, unable
to even touch his hand without blushing red as a fire engine.
In her dreams, however, it was VERY different.
All the sensual, sexual feelings she had repressed came alive
in her dreams, and her subconscious explored all the passion
her upbringing wouldn't allow her to show...
{i] "Oh, Lord Tenchi," Ayeka said softly to her dream lover,
clutching his naked chest tightly against her own. "Oh Tenchi,
how I've dreamed of this day."
"And I too, Ayeka," Tenchi said softly, leaning forward to kiss
her lips, while his fingers stroked her nipples. Ayeka gasped,
and moaned softly, feeling pulse quicken, and her breath run
shallow. Her thighs began to slicken, and with just a glance from
Tenchi, she parted them wide, allowing him access.
"Oh Lord Tenchi," Ayeka panted breathlessly, as Tenchi moved
into position. "Finally! Take me, Tenchi, take me now!"
Tenchi smiled at her, nibbling and kissing her lips a moment,
as he paused, at the very entrance to her passion. Before she
could ask if something was wrong, Tenchi grinned at her,
sliding a hand gently along her chest, down to her soft pale
tummy, making the Princess wiggle and writhe in pleasure.
"Oh! Be careful, Tenchi," Ayeka giggled. "I'm ever so ticklish!
Tee hee hee hee!!"
"Oh, really?" Tenchi said, moving smoothly down to Ayeka's
soft bare feet. His fingers traced lines up and down her flawless
white soles, making Ayeka titter and giggle uncontrollibly. She
desperately wanted to tell him to stop, but she couldn't get the
words past the laughter. The tickling slowly increased, getting
faster and more intense, but try as she might, Ayeka couldn't
seem to pull her feet away... [/i]
In the real world, Ryoko was grinning widely. The haughty
princess was indeed ticklish, even in her sleep. As she ran
her long nailed fingers along Ayeka's twitching soles, she
watched her face and body for a reaction. Ayeka slept soundly,
but giggled intently, wiggling and twitching her toes wildly.
Meanwhile, Ayeka, still dreaming that Tenchi was tickling her,
sighed and begged softly between giggles. "... hmmm... uuhh...
noo... hehehehee... Tenchi... pleeeaasseee... hehehehe... it
tiiickleess..."
Ryoko frowned. "Why... that little sneak! She's even trying
to hog Tenchi in her dreams! Well, I'll show her!" Ryoko dug
all her nails into Ayeka's ticklish soles, and tickled furiously.
Ayeka screamed loudly, and exploded into laughter, jerking
awake.
"WHHAAAATT?? AAAHHHH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAA!! RYYYOOOKOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAA!!
STOP IT! STOP IT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" With a
supreme effort, Ayeka managed to kick forward, catching
Ryoko in the chin, sending her flying back into the wall. Not
wasting any time, Ayeka got to her feet and stalked her way
over to the dazed space pirate.
"RYOKO! You DARE to interrupt my beauty sleep with your
shameful shinanagins? I've had it with you! I'm going to teach
you a lesson once and for all!"
"Oh yeah?" Ryoko countered, pulling out the device Washu
had given her. "I was thinking just the same thing! See how you
deal with THIS!" She aimed the tube at Ayeka and fired.
"Wha--?" Ayeka asked, pausing in surprise as she was suddenly
bathed in a strange yellow light. She tried to shield her eyes,
only to find herself unable to lift a finger. "What... is.. this? I
can't.. move!"
"Of course, Ayeka!" Ryoko sneered, pushing her helpless
rival back to the bed. "Surely you recognize Washu's greatest
invention, the Stasis Field Generator! She let me borrow it for
a while, and I thought I should show you just how well it
works." Ryoko slipped the small silver band around Ayeka's
forehead and stepped back to admire her handiwork for a
moment.
Not intimidated in the least, Ayeka growled, straining her
unresponsive muscles, trying in vain to regain control. "You!
You twisted fiend you! You'd better let me go this instant if you
know what's good for you! When I get free, I'll teach you a lesson
you'll never forget!"
"Oh, Princess," Ryoko smirked, pointing the device at her once
more. "When I finally release you, you're not going to do anything
of the kind. In fact, by the time I let you go, you won't want
anything but to leave Earth and Tenchi here for me." She flicked
the switch on the device and stood back to watch the show.
Ayeka was in the middle of another rant when she felt... something.
She wasn't sure exactly what it was... just a tingling in her body,
like static electrcity. She tried to ignore it, and opened her mouth
to let loose another stream of curses and insults when she felt it
again, stronger, moving slowly over and about her body. It didn't
hurt, but it was uncomfortable, like an itch you couldn't scratch.
"So... what is this supposed to prove?" the Princess asked
haughtily. "So it itches and I can't scratch. Big deal, I can deal
with a little discomfort. You won't make me give up Tenchi
with something so childish."
"Oh, but Ayeka, dear," Ryoko replied, turning the power up
another notch, "the torture is just beginning! We haven't even
started yet. Don't worry, you'll start feeling it soon."
To Ayeka's chagrin, she DID start to feel it now. It was a soft
tingly feeling, slowly increasing as it worked its away across her
flesh. A feathery caress, stroking her nerve endings. It was
annoying at this level, it tickled slightly, but underneath her
skin, along her very nerve endings where she couldn't reach
even if she COULD move. She had to concentrate to keep a
straight face, as the sensations at her feet and sides were
making her want to smile.
"You look like you're really starting to feel it now, Ayeka. Maybe I
should give you a little taste of what FULL power is like, just to let
you know what you have to look forward to." Ryoko turned the
power to FULL for a moment, then turned it back down to one
quarter strength again.
For a split second Ayeka was in hell. It felt as if a billion feathers,
fingers, brushes, tongues, and lips were tickling, sucking, nibbling,
and teasing every inch of her flesh with all their strength, on all of
her weakest points at the same time. The careful dam holding back
her laughter was obliterated in the onslaught, and her head, the
only part of her body she could control, whipped back and forth
insanely as she screamed and screamed in helpless apoxy.
"EEEEEEEEEEKKK!! AAAAAAAH! AAAAAAH!! AAAAAHH!!
AAAHHHHHHHHH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
HHHHAAAAAA HAAAAA HAAAAA!!" Ayeka's eyes rolled
back into her head from the intensity. Not being able to move,
not even being allowed to thrash helplessly, made it so much
worse than she could have imagined. The bombardment had
lasted less than thirty seconds, but Ayeka continued to laugh
unabated for nearly five minutes after the sensations returned
to the soft gentle feeling once more. Ryoko waited for her to calm
down once more before she continued.
"Now then. I'm going to slowly bring you back to that level of
ticklish torment, Princess," she said, running a finger along
Ayeka's chin. "You've just had a taste of it, a few seconds, but
when I am done, you'll have lasted an entire HOUR of that horror.
Is that really what you want?"
Ayeka's eyes went wide, and her lips trembled. The thought of
enduring an hour of that level of ticklishness was more than she
could bear, but what little pride she had left wouldn't allow her to
show how much the thought frightened her. "You... you're not
serious? You can't do that... that... inhuman torture to me!" She
wanted to beg, to plead for mercy, but her stubborn pride wouldn't
let her. Plus, the look on Ryoko's face told her more than words
how much she would relish hearing her beg.
"Now, now, Princess," Ryoko said in mock kindness, "I'm not
a heartless fiend. Don't think I'd enjoy seeing you suffer this
way, oh no. I'd be very happy to release you right now, and
let you go back and enjoy a restful night's sleep. All you have
to do is renounce any and all claims on Tenchi, and agree to
leave him to me."
Ayeka narrowed her eyes, despite the incredible tickling she
felt across her arches and her ribs. "Absolutely not! I'll NEVER
give up Lord Tenchi to you... hehehehee... no! Never! You
heehehehe hear me Ryoko? Do your worst! Nothing can make
me surrender my love for TenCHIIIIIIIII HEHEHEHHEHEHE!!
HEHEHEHEHEHEEE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE!!
HE HE HE HE HE HE!!"
Ryoko smiled as she slid the device up another quarter turn, and
listened to Ayeka's stacatto laughter. Her laughter came in a steady
stream of rapid fire giggles, that only seemed to increase in
strength despite the toil it was taking. If Ryoko had understood
more about the effects of prolonged tickling, and the true
workings of the device, she might have understood truly just
how torturous the experience was for the Princess. The more
she was tickled, the more ticklish she became, and the device
was sending the sensations directly into her brain, so her body
never got used to the feeling, never had a chance to wind down
or become desensitized. Had she been a normal human girl, instead
of a very powerful alien being, poor tickled Ayeka would have
collapsed, and her brain would have shut down.
Half an hour later, Ayeka was tear-streaked, red-faced, and still
laughing like a banshee. The device was set at 85 percent, and
Ayeka was so lost in the sensations she didn't even know where
or who she was anymore. The only thought in her mind was
Tenchi, that she had to endure it for Tenchi, couldn't give in
no matter what, had to keep her Tenchi.
"Wow," Ryoko said, watching her helpless rival struggle to
breathe, laugh, and scream all at the same time. "This really
IS intense. I would have thought you'd given up ten minutes
ago. I have to admit, Princess, you really must love Tenchi to
go through all of this." Then Ryoko grinned evilly. "Too bad
for you, I love him as well. Since I'm not willing to give him up,
I have to push you right to the limit. Here comes, Full Power!"
Ryoko turned the device up as far as it would go, until it
began to hum and throb lightly in her hand. On the bed, Ayeka
let out her wild screams again, as the complete onslaught of
sensations slammed into her already taxed brain. It now felt as
if several hundre tiny spiders had crawled along the soles of her
supremely ticklish feet, wormed their way under her skin, and
were tickling her unbearably just under the surface. Meanwhile,
a shower of feathers were fluttering along her sides, between
her thighs, and under her hyper ticklish underarms. Her ears,
her neck, her belly button, the small deft crack of her ass---
every spot on her body was overloaded with tickle sensations.
"AHHHHH!!" she screamed, no longer even laughing, just
keening in a hoarse tired voice."AHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHH!!
AHHHHHHH!! AAAAAHH AHHHH AHHHH AHHHH AHHH
AHHH AHHHHH AAAAHHH AAHHH AAAHHHHH!!"
Ayeka felt The End coming. She knew it. She couldn't take this
level of punishment for long. Her mind and body was starting to
unravel, and she felt as if her very essence was beginning to
dissolve away into nothing. More than anything she wanted it to
stop. Needed it to stop. Simply could not endure any more. All she
had to do is give up Tenchi, and she could have peace. All she
had to do was say the words. Against her will, she felt the words
push their way up her throat, begging be heard.
"NEEEVVVVEEERRRR!!! I'LL NEVER GIVE HIM UP!! AAAAHH!!
AAAAAHHHH!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!
*gasp* *gasp* *gasp* Uhhhhhhh..." Ayeka groaned suddenly in
sweet relief as the sensations ceased completely. For several
seconds, she thought perhaps she had died, that her brain had
simply shut down for good, until her dazed mind picked up on
Ryoko's words.
"...the hell is this?" she was saying to herself, clinking the metal
tube against the bedpost. "Stupid thing just quit on me! Grrrr!!
Looks like Washu didn't have all the bugs out of it yet. Darn! I
was so close! A few more seconds and she would have given in
too!"
I'm... alive. Yes. I'm alive! Washu's machine conked out, luckily
for me! I can even move now... or rather, I COULD move, if I wasn't
so exhausted. My stomach feels like a train wreck from laughing so
hard for so long. Ohh... so tired... need to rest... need to sleep. No.
I can't let Ryoko get away with this! I'll need to move quickly before
she figures out what happened.
"Blast it! I'm going to give Washu a piece of my mind in the
morning," Ryoko said angrily, still fiddling with the tube. "I
might even tie her down and give her another little tickle session
for not making sure this device worked properly! Oh well, I guess
tomorrow's another d---OOFFF!!" Ryoko fell with a thud to the
floor, with a ring of stars circling around her head.
Ayeka, panting deeply, clutching the heavy stone statuette in
her hands, smiled with vindication, seeing her hated rival out cold
on the floor. "I see that Washu was as much a victim of your little
scheme as I was," Ayeka said with a smirk. "I think it's only fair
then to let Washu help in teaching you a proper lesson." She
grinned, glancing down at Ryoko's bare feet, peeking out from
her long blue silken gown.
"Oh, yes, Ryoko," Ayeka said with a soft chuckle. "I think we
can definitely teach you a lesson you'll never forget!"
Chapter Six: Ryoko!!
Ryoko woke from a daze. She'd just dreamed that Tenchi had been
kissing her softly, nibbling on her beautiful sexy body, making her
squirm and sigh in pleasure. In her dream, the normally shy boy
had taken control, grabbing her roughly, forcing her down on the
bed, pinning her arms and legs beneath her. Breathless with arousal
and passion, she opened herself up to receive her Tenchi's love...
...And opened her eyes to find herself strapped down in her
bedroom, in only her panties. "Huh? What the hell? What's
going on here?"
"Ah, Ryoko, I see you're awake now," Ayeka said smugly,
glancing down at her rival. "It seems the shoe is on the other
foot now, isn't it?" She raked her long manicured nails along
Ryoko's bare sole, making her shriek. "Hmm, or rather the shoes
are OFF, aren't they? My my, Ryoko, for such a tough space
pirate, you have very tender feet. Ticklish feet. Cootchie
cootchie coo, Ryoko!"
"EEEEEKK!! AAHHH!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHA!! AAYYYEEEKKAA!! NOOOOOO!!" Ryoko
cried out, thrashing frantically. She tried desperately to pull
away, to phase through the bed, and reappear somewhere far
far away where it was safe, but for some reason she couldn't.
"Hi Ryoko," Washu said, stepping into view, still in her nighty.
"I suppose you've noticed that you can't disappear right now."
She smiled grandly, holding up the small control in her hand. "My
genius came up with a way to hold you in place while we tickle
you silly. It seemed only fair, after the nice little lullabye you gave
me earlier." She moved over to Ryoko's side and began running
her small slender fingers into the blue-haired pirate's armpits.
Ryoko's laughter went up a notch. "NNOOOO!! NOT THERE!!
WAAASSHUU!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
NONONONONO!! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEE!! STAAHAHAHPP
IT!!" She thrashed and wiggled for all she was worth, but she was
unable to break free. Ayeka and Washu smiled at each other as
they tickled Ryoko.
"My, I must admit," Ayeka yelled over the sound of Ryoko's
screaming laughter, "this is a lot more fun than I thought it would
be. To think, after all the fights, all the battles, all the arguments,
all I had to do to put Ryoko in her place was to tickle her!"
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Washu said with a chuckle,
as she straddled Ryoko's hips, to get total access to the wild
woman's ample chest. "Hey, Princess, why don't we make a game
out of this? Let's see who can make her scream the loudest?"
"You're on," Ayeka said with a twinkle in her eye. "You go first."
Washu looked her victim in the eye. "Are you ready, Ryoko? I'm
going to pay you back for all the torture you put me through!"
Washu began at the top, wiggling her slender, practiced fingers
along the pirate's shoulder and neck, making her wiggle and
squirm. Compared to what she had just endured, it was almost
tolerable. Rather than try to catch her breath, Ryoko used this
slight break to beg shamelessly.
"Washu! Ayeka! Please!" she pleaded amidst her giggles. "I
learned my lesson! REALLY! I'm sorry! HehehehheheHEHEHE!!
ACK!! NO! Don't! Don't tickle my breasts! EEEeeehehehehehe!!"
Ryoko was extremely sensitive there, and she couldn't control the
incredible titilation flowing through her luscious mounds. Washu's
errant fingers spidered up into her exposed underarms, startling her
with a blast of sensation. "AAAHHH!! WASHUUU huuu huuh ho
hohohohohohohoho hahahahahahahahaha hohohohohohoho no!
No no no!! Not that not that!! Hahahahahahaha!!"
Washu kept up the intense tickling for fifteen minutes, exploring
Ryoko's entire upper body, moving back again and again to her
most ticklish spots, scratching lightly in the hallows of her armpits,
digging fingers into her gloriously ticklish ribcage, and dipping her
pinky into Ryoko's shallow belly button. When she finally stopped,
the blue-haired demon was sweat-soaked, and panting for breath.
Ayeka nodded sagely.
"I'm quite impressed, Washu," she said after a moment, while their
victim gasped for breath. "I must say, it will be hard to make Ryoko
laugh any harder or louder than you did just now. I really have my
work cut out for me." She waited for Ryoko to calm back down
completely before kneeling down at her feet. "Still, I think I have
a chance. Now that you have her all warmed up for me, I think I
can finish her off."
Ryoko glanced up at Ayeka, shaking her head, tears running
down her cheeks. "Please, Ayeka, don't!" she begged. "I'll
never do anything like this again, I swear! I'll be good from now
on, I promise! Just don't tickle my feet! I'm begging you!" Ryoko's
feet, large and wide, perhaps a size 10, twitched and squirmed
anxiously.
"So shameless," Ayeka said, clicking her tongue. "You tried to
make me give up my darling Tenchi by tickling my poor ticklish
feet! I begged you not to do it, I asked for mercy, and you showed
me none! Why should I treat YOU any different?" She emphasized
her point by raking her nails once across both arches of Ryoko's
bare feet, making her scream in laughter, short pudgy little toes
spreading and wiggling spasmodically. "I had to endure your
torture, Ryoko, now you'll have to endure mine!"
The Princess began her assault. She didn't bother wasting her time
on a slow warm-up like Washu, she went immediately for the kill.
Ayeka had never tickled anyone before, and until this night had
certainly never been mercilessly tickled either. But Ryoko had
tortured her for nearly two hours, using every trick and technique
she could think up, trying to break her. Ayeka was a fast learner,
and decided to show Ryoko just what she had learned from her.
"Oh, Ryoko, dear, you REALLY must take better care of your feet,
you know," she said with a smirk as she tickled the poor girl into
insanity. "Just look at these soles! You should really get regular
pedicures like I do. Your heels, for example," she said, scratching
deeply on Ryoko's slightly roughened heels., making the girl
chuckle even harder. "Hmm, well you ARE ticklish there after all,
so maybe they're not quite as calloused as I thought."
Washu grinned, watching Ayeka work, delighting in her taunts and
jeers. Hmmm. Ayeka is pretty good at this. And from what I
gather, Ryoko really worked her over. She must be easily as ticklish
as her little sister. Hmmm... I'll have to explore this in depth another
time.
"And, Ryoko, these arches really will not do," Ayeka chided, as
she traced the trail of lines running across Ryoko's high curvy
arches, sending her into a high-pitched keening laughter. "You
should use some lotion, and perhaps some moisturizer to keep
them nice and soft. " Ryoko's arches WERE very soft and tender,
as they were so high and trim they never touched the ground, and
Ayeka's well cared-for fingernails pushed wave after wave of
desperate laughter from the blue-haired girl's tortured throat.
"Ahahahahaaaa... ahahah... hahha... hahahaha... ha... ha... aaahhh...
haha...*gasp* *gasp* hahaha hah ha ha ha hahahaha... *wheeze*
*cough* please... stooaaahhhhpppp!!" After more than half an
hour of steady tickling, Ryoko was a mess. Her feet, worn out from
wiggling and flexing, trying to escape, had gone limp, lying prone
in Ayeka's grasp. All her haughtiness was gone, tickled out of her,
and she was a weak submissive little giggle girl.
"Five more minutes," Washu warned, checking her watch. "You've
got her to the level I had her with my upper body tickling, but you
haven't yet pushed her over the edge."
"Hmmm," Ayeka said, thinking, while her fingers roamed randomly
along Ryoko's long wide soles. Washu was right; Ryoko's laughter
had plateaued, and by choosing to tickle her lower body, Ayeka's
choices were limited. The space pirate's knees were only slightly
less ticklish than her feet, and she refused to touch her anywhere
between her legs. There's got to be something I can do to push
her over the edge. But what?
"Three minutes," Washu counted.
Suddenly, Ayeka had a flash, something she'd dreamed about
Tenchi doing to her before she awoke to find Ryoko tickling her
helpless sleeping form. Well, it definitely worked on me. Why
not? Leaning forward, she whispered softly, "Well Ryoko, there
is ONE place on your feet that is in at least fair shape--- your toes!
Yes, they look simply... delicious!"
Ryoko's eyes went wide and rolled back into her head as she felt
Ayeka's lips and tongue violate the ultra-soft flesh between her
toes. Frantic, wild laughter burst forth from her lips and she shook
and thrashed with renewed strength, struggling desperately to
phase through the bed, the floor, the foundation... anything to
get away from Ayeka's evil tickling touch.
"AAAAHHHHHHHH!!! CAN'T TAKE IT!! AAAAAAAAHHHH!!
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!"
Ryoko couldn't take it anymore, it was just too intense. As she tried
in vain to clench her toes closed and prevent Ayeka's wicked
tongue from tickle-licking her, she felt a deep pressure between her
legs, making its presence felt. To her deep embarrassment, Ryoko
let her bladder release.
"EEEWWWW!! GROSS!!" Ayeka yelled, releasing Ryoko's feet,
and pulling away frowning. "Only a true reprobate like yourself
would pee in the bed from just a little tickle torture!"
Washu chuckled. "Well, Princess, looks like you won the contest.
You made her wet herself, so you're the winner!"
"Yes, well I was inspired," Ayeka replied, chuckling in return. The
victim, red-faced, merely moaned and turned her face away in
shame. "I think she's learned her lesson for the time being. Come
on, Miss Washu, let's return to bed. It's getting pretty late now,
and we both need our sleep." Ayeka giggled softly as she made
her way back to her bedroom.
Washu paused at the doorway. "Don't worry, Ryoko, your powers
will return to you in the morning. In the meantime, I suggest you
get cleaned up, change your sheets, and get some sleep. And I
would also suggest you think about everything that happened
tonight. Yeah, Ayeka, Sasami, and I are all ticklish, but so are you!
Anything you do to us, we'll pay you back in spades! Keep that
in mind, Ryoko," Washu said with a grin as she walked out.
Ryoko, sighing deeply, began gathering up her bedsheets...
Epilogue:
"You... you wretched creature!" Ayeka yelled, clenching her fists.
"Shaddup, you pampered little priss!" Ryoko yelled back, baring
her teeth.
The two hated rivals glared at each other across the breakfast
table, once again, to the continued annoyment of all. It had
become a regular occurence. The others merely shrugged as
always, and watched the all-too familiar scene play out. Every day
it seemed that some minor thing or another would set one of them
off, but this time the fight had a slight new twist to it.
As usual, Tenchi stood up to act as referee. "Come on you
guys," he said sheepishly, holding up a hand between both
girls. "Can't we PLEASE just sit down for once and have a nice
calm breakfast? Please?"
"Get back, Tenchi!" Ryoko growled, pulling the boy behind her.
"She started this! The Princess is gonna pay for everything she's
ever done to me... especially last night! I don't plan to back off this time!"
"You conniving, evil woman!" Ayeka countered, pulling Tenchi her
way instead. "YOU started this argument, and I shall not allow
you to get away with it! Last night you only got everything you
deserved"
"HEY!" Ryoko cried, grabbing Tenchi's arm. "Let go of my
Tenchi, Princess! I'm not going to warn you again!"
"YOUR Tenchi? Why, you... you...!" Ayeka sputtered angrily.
Sasami and Washu merely ignored the proceedings, like before.
"They're at it again," Sasami said rolling her eyes. "Honestly, I'm
supposed to be the child here, and THEY are supposed to be
adults! Every morning, I work hard and cook a good breakfast,
but all THEY ever do is fight."
"Yeah, well, what can you do about it? Somethings will simply
never change." Washu gulped down the fresh squeezed juice.
"Besides, you have to admit it IS entertaining."
"Yeah, you're right about that, tee hee hee," Sasami giggled, as
Tenchi went flying into the wall, once more.
The End.
