Diaries of a Tickle Slave (*/F, F/F, Fx12/F)

Maius 25, 675 R.R.S. (Roman Republic Standard)​

Father has agreed to take me and Viviana on his caravan so that I may see the world and all its wonders! I will be not only farther from home than any other time in my life, but miles farther and most Imperial citizens also! I hope it to be a grand adventure. Viviana and I are talking and planning for the trip with such excitement! Imagine, the daughter of a senator traveling to foreign lands, acting as diplomats and witnessing the grandeurs and admiration Rome brings to the rest of the world! We set off in less than two moons. Oh Diary, I'm simply shivering with anticipation.
-Julia​

Lunius 15, 675 R.R.S.​

Our first day, and we still haven't left our lands. Rome truly is a vast place, Viviana and I have become inseperable, We travel side by side and sleep next to one another every night! This adventure has brought us quite close. There are many more legionaires than I had expected. There is almost a soldier for each roman in are caravan. I've been told our pace will quicken significantly once we leave The glorious soil of Rome, and so my entries may be shorter, but I shall try to keep you updated.
-Julia​

Lunius 20, 675 R.R.S.​

I'm on a boat! Oh how marvelous it was to nimbly glide over the water with such speed. Viviana and I were lucky enough to travel in another vessel than Father, and so we ran about the ship questioning every deck hand about which way this pulley affected this sail. Though despite our pleas, the ship's quartermaster would not let us down to the rower's compartment of the ship. We could simply lean over the edge and witness the precision of the oars as they pulled us through the water and awe. I got the distinct impression that if the water could feel, the oars dipping lightly would send shockwaves of torment through the water. I asked Viviana how she thought it would feel if a series of mini oars stroked her skin and we both mused on what exquisitely ticklish sensations it would bring. Such thoughts have been running through our heads as of late, though I dare not cross that line with my friend, I worry she is simply humoring me in my musings. But perhaps one day I shall be in the position to explore. Well, the sun is setting fast, and such a frightfully cold wind has picked up, I must get to my bedding with Viviana.
-Julia​

Lunius 22, 675 R.R.S.​

Finally back on land! We are told we're to set off again into the Red Sea to witness the wonders of Africa, but after spotting strange ships patrolling around us the captains had deemed it more prudent to set the caravan on land and create a defensive maritime perimeter. Oh my heart pounded at the sight of these other ships, they were piercing ebony in color, and if one tried you could see these were not simple merchant vessels, perhaps they belonged to other diplomats of other regions. Oh what excitement. Viviana and I held one another in our camp as we saw these barbarian ships circle around before heading off in the direction we had planned. Perhaps only I took notice at how exquisite her skin was, and had to focus to hold back from letting my fingers graze and slide up her sides, but I greatly appreciated the chance. I've caught myself staring at Viviana with my quill in hand as I fancied it across her skin when she fetches water or prepares our food. She has caught me on occasion, and smiled politely, though I doubt she percieved what my plans were for her. Alas, I'm running short of parchment, and so I must use quota for my entires, Though I shall keep you updated.
-Julia​

Lunius 28, 675 R.R.S​

These lands are horrible! I've never feared more than any other time in my life. Yesterday our caravan was attacked by Barbarians carrying all manner of terrible spears and crude sheilds. Several Legionaries fell defending us, though the generals assure my father that the entire caravan is still protected. How can they expect me to sleep when we're still within eyesight of the mounds of burning Barbarians? Viviana and I held each other throughout the night, though not even thoughts of tickling her could distract me from the atrocities today. Why can't these barbarians simply lay down their arms and join the glory of Rome? Hopefully these people have a leader or civilized court that may listen to reason.
-Julia​

Quintilis 4, 675 R.R.S.​

To distract me from the anxiety of another attack, I had decided to trap Viviana and punish her. In the morning, I had told her to prepare my things in my pack to set out, but purposely left my pack too full, leaving only my prettiest jewelery and silks out, so that she would in a rush stuff them in her pack. In the afternoon, I "found" them, and threatened to tell my father. In her haste, she pleaded that she meant no offense and that I not tell her father lest she be left behind in such strange lands. Oh diary! I got to administer my own punishment, and told her I would discipline her myself by Tickling her! For that offense, I bound her arms with some cloth and ever so delicately poked and prodded her ribs until she quivered and wimpered under my touch. It was exquisite, I had to make sure no one heard her squeals though, as our encampments are very close togethor on account of the tighter perimeter the soldiers make us keep. I wished to simply thrust my fingers upon her to attack and send her into fits of uncontrollable laughter, but her being on the edge and my being forced to restrain myself has taught me two things. First, that I must find a time to tickle her incessently, and two, that I must find more reasons to punish her myself. But all my games are jaded by the shadow of the fear of another barbarian attack, oh how i hope to meet a civilized, gods fearing people.
-Julia​

Quintilis 6, 675 R.R.S.​

Another two days and another Trap for Viviana, This one was my own devilish genius! I had hid her footware deep in my pack and left mine near her, As I took a stroll, I told her to fetch water and breakfast. When I returned and saw her in my footware, I scolded her and told her she would walk with me to punishment. After informing several gaurds, I walked just out of sight behind a hill to find a sickly dry tree in a shady valley. I promptly tied Viviana's arms over her head as she wimpered and pleaded for forgiveness. I told her it was for her own good. with that, I had began raking my nails down her arms sending her into anticipatory fits of giggles. I have learned that the fear of tickling her may tickle her more than the actual tickling. As such, I use it to my every advantage. I circled around her and showed her my hands dancing just an inch off her skin and she quivered and howled for me to stop. I was in ecstasy. I poked and lightly circled her bellybutton as her tummy clenched and shook under my delicate touch. When I turned around and pretended to be done, I caught her off gaurd and ferociously dug my fingers into her sides as she jumped and tugged at her bonds helplessly as she giggled uncontrollably between quick pleas for mercy. In the time, I found her to be most ticklish on her lower hips, and near her collarbone, I was so tempted to release her broach to tickle her semi undressed, but I was too engrossed in her laughter that I tickled her through the cloth of her toga. After far too soon, I saw terrifying figures watching me on a far hill. I quickly untied Viviana and we ran back to our camp. When the fear and panic settled down, I resented the barbarians most for them ruining my plans for Viviana, I hope soon I get to torment my friend's delicate soles. Perhaps I shall bring quills with me if It doesn't look too odd.
-Julia​

Quintilius 18, 675 R.R.S.​

My apologies diary! I had been so dreadfully saddened and terrified, We've had several attacks since last we spoke, and only in the last two days have we had any respite. The forces sent to protect us have been noticably dwindled. And this is not due from any shortness of valor, there are simply large roaming bands of barbarians striking us without much peace. The caravan has been forced to stay tightly togethor and I've found myself only looking forward to my punishments of Viviana during the day. I've become bolder in that I simply go deep into a group of strangers camps to set up my own camp. Let the merchants hear, they know not who I am. Most recently, I punished Viviana for not preparing my food adequately. After finding a suitable place, I bound her arms and legs and began to explore her feet. She was immediately anxious when I put her on her belly and pulled her legs up by her toes. I torturously sent her into hysterics with the simple act of sliding my finger up and down her soles. once I heard her begin to get out of breath from laughter I wrapped my legs around hers and attacked with both my hands on her soles near her toes. Her screams turned silent within moments, but her body shook and writhed powerfully. slipping my fingers between her toes produced similar reactions. When I tucked her feet under my arm for stability, I used one articulate hand to torment her soles until she croaked for mercy breathlessly as she convulsed helplessly. I wondered If I could punish her further by making her wet herself, but thought to save the pleasure for a time when I would need extra excitement. They say we've almost arrived at our destination, and the descriptions of this new land is exciting while also terrifying. The surrounding areas compose a loose federation of nations, some of which may be the Mauraders who've been attacking us. Hopefully a deal could be made so that our return trip occurs with less trouble.
-Julia​

Quintilius 24, 675 R.R.S.​

Our forces have been destroyed. The treacherous Barbarians betrayed my father and enslaved us. The gaurds defended us to the last man in the main streets, but the battle was hopeless. They had been widdling us down since we stepped on their lands, We've been seperated from the men and the women have been broken down into groups according to age. Viviana's homeland is supposed to be near here, though she assures me she knows nothing of anything. I wish to punish her for anything, but there are barbarian guards all around, and I sulk and miss my father. I fear incessently.
Hope For me,
-Julia​

Quintilius 28, 675 R.R.S.​

These barbarians have rushed me into some sort of temple. Viviana has abandoned me once she found a guard to speak with. They've dressed us in metallic clothing that barely covers us, but we've been packed into these dark dungeons underground and the heat is intolerable. At random each day they pick a girl to go the above ground and at night they put them back. Afterwhich, the girl is limp and cannot be summoned up, they refuse to speak of anything afterwards. I fear that I may be next any time. As the guards enter, I swear I've seen Viviana with them. I hope I'm wrong, but fear I may be right.
-Julia​

Sextilis 03, 675 R.R.S.​

My worst fears and torments have been realized. It is only now that I have even the strength to write about what has happend without convulsing from the sheer thought. I was chosen to be taken out of the dungeon. Several barbarian guards traversed the dungeon with who I now am sure was Viviana. Upon making eye contact, I was seized by the guards and escorted into the temple. I witnessed the last sacrifice be dragged out of what I could only describe as a coffin. It was an ominous black marble with slots carved out for something I would only later realize and come to fear. The girl before was limp and I thought dead if it were not for her random convulsions. I began struggling but Viviana whispered in my ear that the ceremony might proceed faster if I did not struggle. They stripped me on the alter and carried me to the stone encasement. My hands and feet were placed in the slots carved out of the box, and my head and limbs were strapped to the marble by thick leather belts. I began to shake with fear and perspiration appeared even as my skin touched the cold marble. The cover was placed over me and I found my wrists and ankles helplessly pinned into the marble slots by this heavy decorated tablet. Almost immediately, the other slots that were carved around me giving me light and air were immediatly violated by long, slim, feminine hands. I think back it seems as if several seconds passed as I saw what was happening in horror before reacting. My brain simply could not process the torturous sensations. They tickled me with such expertise that my next breath drew in deep and I laughed as my entire body jolted. I could not think let think back to remember myself at any time breathing, as I was so utterly consumed by their terrible nails. It felt as if each thread of feeling were being given exclusive tickling sensations. Any thought that came to my tormented mind struck me with such intensity I remember them with the tickling that brought it about and I still tremble at their echoes. A curious thing had happend, and I fear these vile creatures may have caught a glimpse of it. I am not broken as the other girls have been. I still stand and speak and eat my servings without assistance. I may have been tickled for several minutes or several days, but when I was escorted out, I could still think, albeit in a very primal, defensive way. I worry that my body and facination with tickling may have betrayed me, and that I may not be done with what these tormentors have in store for me.
-Julia​

Sextilis 07, 675 R.R.S.​

I had been chosen for the marble encasement every day since that first terrible day. I fight and claw and am told that my cooperation will bring relief faster; but I see past their lies. Still, something very worrisome is happening. As I'm being tortured, I can only wish I could thrash about as they make me laugh uncontrollably. I fear my mind is slipping, since I've started begging for more along with my pleas for them to stop. I tell myself it is only because it does not matter anyway, and that I should try everything, but I am not sure what to think. When I'm pulled out, there is a certain amount of satisfaction along with the relief and horror for tomorrow.
-Julia​

Sextilis 08, 675 R.R.S.​

Today something different happend. As I was drawn out, Another woman my age was taken with me. We were placed on the alter, our ankles were strapped to each other's wrists. The temple priestesses made commands, but it took Viviana to rise from her throne to tell us to begin. We were told to tickle each other as a means of seeking approval from their god of happiness and good fortune. the other girl refused, but without thinking I accidentally begun and set off both our torments. She was slightly shorter than I was, and so my hands and nails could better reach the space between the balls of her feet and her toes. She was in hysterics but her tickling caused such a fear in me that I might lose that I in futility tried to draw away. She somehow slipped her finger between my toes causing my hands to clench and she took full advantage. My mind flashed with panic as my feet were being tickled horribly in a torment I initiated and would soon lose. Each breathe produced more helplessly pathetic giggles and less breath. My hands exploded open and sent a shockwave around the other slave...
Curious, do I consider myself a slave? Is this what my life has become? have I accepted my fate? I fear I may indeed be slipping away. My thoughts are now consumed with how to better submit my body to the hands in the Marble Tomb or provide better entertainment during the tickling games I was subjected to today. I must rest.
-Julia​

Sextilis 12, 675 R.R.S.​

Viviana has become my terrible best friend. I yearn to be at her side and feel her brush against me, but resent her when she orders me to the tickle trials. It seems their calender is marked in the temple by each new tickling device. The most recent is some sort of terrible spiders web made of fine silken rope. I am told to lie down as priestesses gently wrap my wrists, hips, and ankles as they pull them through rings in the corners of the temple and double back across my thighs, elbows and just below my ribcage. The process was continued several times, each knot was looped and doubled, next the priestesses made joining knots, completing the spiderweb like look to the terrible scene. Next, several guards were made to pull a series of levers and ropes to tighten the silken structure; lifting me off the ground evenly and tightly. I then remained suspended on my back, floating as if bewitched by some terrible tickling curse. The priestesses then began to position themselves. I wimpered, begged, but also my mind raced with anticipation and excitement. Viviana took a place between my legs close to my hips. She stood like a goddess with two priestesses at each of her sides that would focus on my helpless feet. Several priestesses stood around me preparing to begin on my thighs, sides, chest and underarms. As well as two for my neck and ears, I also saw two Priestesses slide under my body. No matter how I tried, I'd never see these terribly efficient ticklers, and the thought made me almost quiver with excitement. Viviana then said the words I've waited for since that first day I mused with quill in hand whether or not she thought the same thoughts as me in regards to tickling. She said, "Julia, I'm going to own you for the rest of your days, but only if you agree to be my slave and submit yourself to this temple willingly."
Then She moved one hand very close to my helpless stomach and begin teasing me with dancing fingers as a preview to the mind shattering torment I was to receive. There was no second of reprieve this time. Instantly and wholly I felt every nail on every finger graze my skin as they began their assault in tandem. My body blazed with tickling sensation as my head fell backwards into a blind frenzy of hot, maddening ticklish shocks. My vocal chords produced every range of squeal and every pitch of giggle. The two women on each foot tickled in a ritualistic pattern, as each of their fingers mirrored exactly what the corresponding woman did on the opposite side. Growing and shrinking circles of ticklish fire assaulted my heels as long fields were raked up my soles and finally, between each toe every thread of feeling erupted and cried out in ticklish agony. The Priestesses under me tickled under my knees and my back with similar effects. My body was tightly bound and so only my head could move, my body degrading into a vessel of quaking limbs and high-pitched laughter. I lifted my head to see broad smiles on everyone's face and remember back to find myself proud that my body be used to such effect. The women tormenting my ribs and sides hunched to better angle their fingers across my core of ticklishness. The women on my underarms tortured my relentlessly with maddeningly light strokes of their nails constantly down near my chest. The Two Priestesses that were to tickle my neck had the added benefit to whisper phrases and teases that exploded back and forth through my head causing my to be racked with ever more torment and pleasure...
Pleasure, Am I finally ready to accept the fate I have sealed for myself? that this entire time my greatest fear and also my greatest desire were the same; and the sweet thought of relentless tickling awaited me for me in the halls of this temple for the rest of my days? I suppose my mind has slipped in its defending me from this realization. Though I know in actuality my body knew of my terrible secret before my mind was ready to admit it. My doom and blessing is that I'm to be used as a vessel for pleasure and entertainment for these strange foreign gods in whatever way the people in this temple choose for me. And even before I write these words, I knew I had hoped and looked forward to each of my trials and lessons. I'm sure my body knew before my mind did.

Because When Viviana asked me, I had instinctively agreed to this submission.
I'm a senator's daughter no more, I'm a Tickle Slave.
-Julia​