wishfoot88
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hi
here it is
Tales from Sensoria.
In the far off world of Sensoria there is a tribe of ticklers.....
the world of Sensoria was originally a penal colony for the human criminals of the multiverse.
As thousands of humans poured in, the punishment system became to inhuman. The typical whipping and sensory deprivation was too mush for all the humans to bear. A new punishment was devised, tickling. Prisoners were subjected to extensive tickle torture. Some were driven insane while others were rehabilitated.
After the great riot of 3067, the colony was disbanded in favour of a secret planet, one of an ancient creature....
the former prisoners were a t a loss. With their freedom but nothing else, they decided to seek help from the united government of allied planets. A large loan was issued to the new civilisation, and cities were built.
But the old way of the punishments were never lost. The thousands of years that had gone by, had created a race of super-sensitive humans. Dubbing themselves Sensorians, they accepted the fact that the smallest twitch on their skin would send them into a world of tickling.
But not all was well. A group of Sensorians had separated from the others. They hid away in the planet's many caves. Nobody knew what happened to anybody that went in those caves, just that their laughter could be heard.
Each and every Sensorian was issued with an intelligent body suit that blocked the feelings of tickling...
and so a civilisation was made. This is one of the many tales from Sensoria.
Case file; Prince Arthur.
About 1000 miles south of the main city there is a small city called Kingsbridge.
The mighty city is entirely based on a bridge over the wide river on laughter.
This is where the king of Sensoria resides. King James has never left the main palace since he was appointed king. But he has been ruling the world.
He separated the cities off and allowed them to have their own statesman who would take care of the city.
The king had made many orders over comfort in his small city.
1; No shoes are allowed within city limits.
2; The floor must be covered in extra soft, extra comfort carpet, throughout the whole city.
3; All citizens must always where slippers or be barefoot.
4; Anti-tickle suits are illegal with city limits.
5; All convicts and trouble makers will be sent to the pit of eternal laughter.
6; Only selected citizens may enter the king's room.
The king had tried to make his city a comforting paradise. But, with the anti-tickle suits outlawed, tickling crimes were on the rise.
The whole city was covered in a vast roof that protected it from the rain, this meant that slippers could be worn. Most citizens opted for the furry paw type slippers that went over the heel as this protected their extremely ticklish feet. But those that dared to go barefoot were often killed due to tickling. With most of the citizen's feet never touching a hard surface, their feet were even more sensitive.
There were many advances in science in the city. Tickling slippers were introduced. As well as collars that transformed people into furry characters. But these were dangerous. The tickling slippers were often left on whilst the lee was stuck with them. And the furry solution was not perfect.
The king's son Arthur was visiting the city. The king was passing the crown onto his son. Arthur arrived at the city gates.
The guards instantly recognised him.
“get our liege to the control room!” shouted the guard at his fellow worker.
Arthur was taken to a room where he was stripped of the anti-tickle suit, socks, shoes. He was given a pair of scarlet over ankle slippers to put on.
“are you sure?” asked Arthur, eyeing the slippers.
“it is them or barefoot” announced the guard.
Arthur quickly put the slippers on. He paused as the fur brushed over his sole, sending a volt of ticklishness through him. He stood and took a step. It was like walking on pillows. The comfort was so intense that Arthur barely wanted to move. He blinked and walked out of the room.
He was in the royal courtyard. In front of him was grand palace. He walked towards the entrance and was escorted to the king's room.
Once he was at the door the guard turned to him.
“now, do not be alarmed at what you see, it is vital for running the world” he said.
Arthur looked at him, confused.
The grand doors were opened to reveal the king's room.
The large room was a royal scarlet. Large sofas and beds layed around the room. Huge windows dominated the walls. Paintings of previous kings and queens hung on the wall between the windows. Large screens hung around showing all the information of the world.
And in the middle was the king. He was on a extremely grand bed. But it was not that that puzzled Arthur. It was the fact that he was restrained. His huge slipper clad feet were locked in red padded stocks. He was swamped in heavy duvets. Thick furry belts held him to the bed. His arms lay at his sides with keyboards beneath his palms.
The king looked up at Arthur.
“my son!” he cried. Arthur ran forward and embraced his bound father.
“father! What have they done to you?” he asked.
“well, you see, the kingdom is run by the individual states. And they wanted to keep me controlled”
he stated.
“so they bound you?” enquired Arthur.
“well....that as well......they also sentenced me and every king to daily tickling.” he said.
At that moment the grand doors swung shut.
Arthur was grabbed from behind. He struggled. The guards looked at the king, who nodded.
One of the guards grabbed hold of one of Arthur's slippered feet.
“ash, stop, click, bird, still, breeze” the king intoned.
The ancient trigger words that were installed into Arthur's mind were released. He could not move.
The guards lowered him to the floor. They both removed a slipper each and stoked his sole. Arthur tried to laugh but the sound was not coming out.
His eyes began to water. The sensation was way too much. Those snaking fingers were driving him mad. He could not take it. The world dissolved into darkness.
Arthur was out cold. That guards replaced the slippers. Before they could do anymore they were picked up and carried to a set of stocks in the far side of the rooms.
“tickling a prince? Now that deserves a good tickling!” cried the king.
The guard's black slippers were removed to reveal their soft soles. The servants began to tickle them.
Meanwhile the king was released from his captivity. And Arthur was placed inside the bed restraint.
Arthur awoke. He tried to stand but was restrained. He looked down at himself and saw he was in the same position as the king was. But Arthur could not even talk. Beneath his nose was a small pot of smelling salts to keep him awake. His slippers were being removed and his toes tied back to the stocks. Arthur began to panic.
“i am sorry my son” said the king sadly. The king left the room as the crown was placed on Arthur's head.
“DAD! PLEASE DO NOT DO THIS!!”cried Arthur. But his father ignored him. He left the room, wiping a tear.
4 servants walked to the stocks and began to stoke and lightly scratch Arthur's soles. He began to roar with laughter. It was already too much. He was shaking as the tickling continued. He screamed with laughter. But still those fingers wiggled around his toes and soles. He was going out cold when the smelling salts kept him awake. He could not get away.
He would be tickled forever!!!
there was no way out. His ticklish feet were being licked now. He was screaming so loud. Now one would help him.
He was to be tickled forever..........
here it is
Tales from Sensoria.
In the far off world of Sensoria there is a tribe of ticklers.....
the world of Sensoria was originally a penal colony for the human criminals of the multiverse.
As thousands of humans poured in, the punishment system became to inhuman. The typical whipping and sensory deprivation was too mush for all the humans to bear. A new punishment was devised, tickling. Prisoners were subjected to extensive tickle torture. Some were driven insane while others were rehabilitated.
After the great riot of 3067, the colony was disbanded in favour of a secret planet, one of an ancient creature....
the former prisoners were a t a loss. With their freedom but nothing else, they decided to seek help from the united government of allied planets. A large loan was issued to the new civilisation, and cities were built.
But the old way of the punishments were never lost. The thousands of years that had gone by, had created a race of super-sensitive humans. Dubbing themselves Sensorians, they accepted the fact that the smallest twitch on their skin would send them into a world of tickling.
But not all was well. A group of Sensorians had separated from the others. They hid away in the planet's many caves. Nobody knew what happened to anybody that went in those caves, just that their laughter could be heard.
Each and every Sensorian was issued with an intelligent body suit that blocked the feelings of tickling...
and so a civilisation was made. This is one of the many tales from Sensoria.
Case file; Prince Arthur.
About 1000 miles south of the main city there is a small city called Kingsbridge.
The mighty city is entirely based on a bridge over the wide river on laughter.
This is where the king of Sensoria resides. King James has never left the main palace since he was appointed king. But he has been ruling the world.
He separated the cities off and allowed them to have their own statesman who would take care of the city.
The king had made many orders over comfort in his small city.
1; No shoes are allowed within city limits.
2; The floor must be covered in extra soft, extra comfort carpet, throughout the whole city.
3; All citizens must always where slippers or be barefoot.
4; Anti-tickle suits are illegal with city limits.
5; All convicts and trouble makers will be sent to the pit of eternal laughter.
6; Only selected citizens may enter the king's room.
The king had tried to make his city a comforting paradise. But, with the anti-tickle suits outlawed, tickling crimes were on the rise.
The whole city was covered in a vast roof that protected it from the rain, this meant that slippers could be worn. Most citizens opted for the furry paw type slippers that went over the heel as this protected their extremely ticklish feet. But those that dared to go barefoot were often killed due to tickling. With most of the citizen's feet never touching a hard surface, their feet were even more sensitive.
There were many advances in science in the city. Tickling slippers were introduced. As well as collars that transformed people into furry characters. But these were dangerous. The tickling slippers were often left on whilst the lee was stuck with them. And the furry solution was not perfect.
The king's son Arthur was visiting the city. The king was passing the crown onto his son. Arthur arrived at the city gates.
The guards instantly recognised him.
“get our liege to the control room!” shouted the guard at his fellow worker.
Arthur was taken to a room where he was stripped of the anti-tickle suit, socks, shoes. He was given a pair of scarlet over ankle slippers to put on.
“are you sure?” asked Arthur, eyeing the slippers.
“it is them or barefoot” announced the guard.
Arthur quickly put the slippers on. He paused as the fur brushed over his sole, sending a volt of ticklishness through him. He stood and took a step. It was like walking on pillows. The comfort was so intense that Arthur barely wanted to move. He blinked and walked out of the room.
He was in the royal courtyard. In front of him was grand palace. He walked towards the entrance and was escorted to the king's room.
Once he was at the door the guard turned to him.
“now, do not be alarmed at what you see, it is vital for running the world” he said.
Arthur looked at him, confused.
The grand doors were opened to reveal the king's room.
The large room was a royal scarlet. Large sofas and beds layed around the room. Huge windows dominated the walls. Paintings of previous kings and queens hung on the wall between the windows. Large screens hung around showing all the information of the world.
And in the middle was the king. He was on a extremely grand bed. But it was not that that puzzled Arthur. It was the fact that he was restrained. His huge slipper clad feet were locked in red padded stocks. He was swamped in heavy duvets. Thick furry belts held him to the bed. His arms lay at his sides with keyboards beneath his palms.
The king looked up at Arthur.
“my son!” he cried. Arthur ran forward and embraced his bound father.
“father! What have they done to you?” he asked.
“well, you see, the kingdom is run by the individual states. And they wanted to keep me controlled”
he stated.
“so they bound you?” enquired Arthur.
“well....that as well......they also sentenced me and every king to daily tickling.” he said.
At that moment the grand doors swung shut.
Arthur was grabbed from behind. He struggled. The guards looked at the king, who nodded.
One of the guards grabbed hold of one of Arthur's slippered feet.
“ash, stop, click, bird, still, breeze” the king intoned.
The ancient trigger words that were installed into Arthur's mind were released. He could not move.
The guards lowered him to the floor. They both removed a slipper each and stoked his sole. Arthur tried to laugh but the sound was not coming out.
His eyes began to water. The sensation was way too much. Those snaking fingers were driving him mad. He could not take it. The world dissolved into darkness.
Arthur was out cold. That guards replaced the slippers. Before they could do anymore they were picked up and carried to a set of stocks in the far side of the rooms.
“tickling a prince? Now that deserves a good tickling!” cried the king.
The guard's black slippers were removed to reveal their soft soles. The servants began to tickle them.
Meanwhile the king was released from his captivity. And Arthur was placed inside the bed restraint.
Arthur awoke. He tried to stand but was restrained. He looked down at himself and saw he was in the same position as the king was. But Arthur could not even talk. Beneath his nose was a small pot of smelling salts to keep him awake. His slippers were being removed and his toes tied back to the stocks. Arthur began to panic.
“i am sorry my son” said the king sadly. The king left the room as the crown was placed on Arthur's head.
“DAD! PLEASE DO NOT DO THIS!!”cried Arthur. But his father ignored him. He left the room, wiping a tear.
4 servants walked to the stocks and began to stoke and lightly scratch Arthur's soles. He began to roar with laughter. It was already too much. He was shaking as the tickling continued. He screamed with laughter. But still those fingers wiggled around his toes and soles. He was going out cold when the smelling salts kept him awake. He could not get away.
He would be tickled forever!!!
there was no way out. His ticklish feet were being licked now. He was screaming so loud. Now one would help him.
He was to be tickled forever..........
