MrMacphisto
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Hello everyone, it's been quite a while since I started writing stuff again, so I figured I'd return right after tummyticklish... 
Anyway, enjoy the story; the tickling begins after a somewhat lengthy plot development.
The King of Iron Feather Tournament 8: The Ticklish Battle
"Julia is going down tonight, and all my friends are gonna see it!" Xiaoyu's jubilant voice resonated throughout Jin's living room.
"I can't wait to see you out there; that Chang girl has a real attitude, and she deserves a beat down..." Jin laughed as he watched his beautiful girlfriend cheerily smile. While his words implied a contempt for Julia's reputed "bitchiness," he secretly hoped that the ensuing catfight would involve clothing being torn off of both of the competitive fighters. A medley of lesbian "fight" scenes worthy of "The Man Show's" broadcasts ran through his head dizzily.
"Jin, what are you staring at?" Xiaoyu's puzzled remark stirred him from his trance, and Jin quickly recovered with words of assurance. "Oh nothing dear... just thinking about how I'll have fun watching you two get na... er... contend in the ring."
"the ring... heh... you make it sound like we're gonna be in a steel cage... It's at the school quad; a much nicer arrangement, don't you think?" Jin just nodded as he hoped that it would rain, in order to spice up the occasion. Always the good little girl, Xiaoyu was going to battle the school snob in her uniform, which meant that a silk blouse and a thin lacy bra would be all that kept the upper half of her feminine physique covered from the elements. He already knew Julia favored thin blouses herself, so this could mean he'd get a peak at what Miss Chang had to offer as well.
A few hours later, Julia Chang shared a few last moments with her mother before the fight. "Julia, I know this is gonna be a heck of a fight, but I'm sure you can win this tournament." Michelle Chang comforted her talented, yet aloof, daughter.
"Mom, I know what I'm doing. I'm in this tournament to destroy Heihachi for what he did to you and our heritage." The young Navajo polished her red-rimmed glasses as she spoke fervently. Though her composure was reminiscent of Nina Williams's cold exterior, she had a fury within her soul that burned with vengeance.
"You have always been an honorable and loyal daughter, but I don't want you to take this so seriously that you truly hurt yourself. This may be a fighting tournament, but some of these competitors don't just strive to win: they desire killing their opponents."
"You act like I haven't been through this before... I was in the third one and that brief tag tournament with you, but don't think that I've grown careless of who I'm up against. Besides, I'm not worried about Xiaoyu; hell, I know her as a classmate. Maybe not as a friend, but...."
Michelle simply shook her head as she escorted her rebellious daughter through the school quad. "You're gonna wear those in this fight?" She nudged Julia's brown high-heeled boot with her own moccasin-clad foot.
"Yes, mother... I won't trip or fall. I don't even expect to break a sweat against this one...." The two Navajo women continued toward the fighting circle as several students supporting either side chanted for their favorite contender. Despite her fervor for her family's cause, Julia seems to dress in very mainstream ways, her mother thought to herself... Michelle looked down at her own traditional outfit, shook her head again, and then joined in the chanting in favor of her daughter. Julia displayed her signature arrogant grin as she watched Jin and Xiaoyu walk up to the "arena."
"Oh look, there's Miss Priss waiting for us. I wish I could just run up to her now and deck her into the dirt where she belongs." Jin just grinned at his feisty girlfriend, and tried his best to hide his amusement. Even when she wanted to be vicious, Xiaoyu always sounded cute in her high-pitched voice. "Now honey... We gotta wait until the ref officially starts this match for your victory to count." As his mind flooded again with lurid images of lesbianism, he noticed something odd that startled him. Hwaorang stood in front of the crowd supporting Julia and walked to the middle of the fight circle just as Jin and Xiaoyu entered it.
"Welcome ladies and gents...." The red-haired one affected a cheesy announcer voice as he called the group to quiet down. "I am your ref this afternoon.... In this corner, we have the lovely Julia Chang, and over here..." He turned and winked mockingly at Jin, "We got the winner of this year's superlative 'most flexible...' Zooowwyeeeeeeww" Jin knew from the start that his old sparring buddy had a thing for Julia, and to top things off, he personally wanted to compete against her instead of Xiaoyu, since he believed the Chinese gymnast was a better fighter to begin with. Jin fumed with the knowledge that this definitely wasn't going to be a fair fight for his girlfriend.
"I hate it when he says my name like that." Xiaoyu observed the muted laughter of the crowd after Hwoarang's demeaning introduction.
Jin angrily whispered, "Don't worry about it... You can still kick her ass; that's something even he doesn't deny." After Hwaorang went through the usual spill about the rules of the tournament (and making a few sly winks at Julia), the two femme fatales readied themselves in their characteristic stances. On a three count, Julia quickly slid under Xiaoyu's defenses and punched her in the stomach. Xiaoyu bent over in pain just in time for Julia's uppercut to hit her under the chin. This sent the gymnast's head upwards, which caused her body to fly through the air until she landed on her back a few feet away.
This was an impressive start for Julia, but Jin gritted his teeth as he watched his girlfriend hit the dirt. Julia even seemed surprised at her own ability and paused for a moment as the crowd remained silent. Xiaoyu slowly got up and grasped her bruised jaw and sore back in pain but glared at Julia. The Navajo girl smiled deviously and ran towards Xiaoyu to try and bum rush her, but the agile gymnast ducked and tripped her. Julia flew face first into the ground as dust rose from the impact.
Hwoarang's expression reflected the pain he assumed Julia felt from that fall, and Jin just sardonically grinned when his comrade looked at him. As Julia spat some dirt from her lip and adjusted her glasses, Xiaoyu jumped high, flipped in the air, and attempted to stomp on Julia's back. Julia caught her reflection on the edge of glasses's lens and rolled out of the way. Xiaoyu's feet hit the ground, and she felt her ankles slightly sprain. She winced in pain for a moment as Julia got up.
The Navajo warrior saw this weakness in her opponent and faked a punch. Xiaoyu tried to grab her wrist, but Julia ducked and double-kicked her sore ankles. The Chinese gymnast screamed in pain and barely caught herself when she fell. The sharp heels of Julia's boots inflicted harsh pain that coursed through her legs. Julia quickly took advantage of her fallen foe and sat on the backs of Xiaoyu's legs as she held her ankles in a tight hold. The poor girl shrieked again as she struggled to escape Julia's hold. Jin stared grimly at Hwoarang, and the "ref" raised his thumb with a laugh.
"Give up now, or you'll feel more pain." Julia continued to squeeze Xiaoyu's ankles with her toned arms.
"Never!!!" The flexible gymnast tried to arch her back far enough to grab Julia by the neck and throw her off. Still, the Navajo tightened her submission hold with Xiaoyu's screams growing louder. Damn it, I don't want to break her ankles, but if I have to, thought Julia. The look on Jin's face told Hwoarang that his old friend would interfere in the fight soon, if his girlfriend's pain worsened.
"Julia... That's enough... This isn't a deathmatch, so try something else before you kill the poor girl." Julia didn't seem to like this idea, so he crouched and tried to pull Xiaoyu's legs from her. "Look, if you don't let go, I'll have to disqualify you, and we all know..."
"HAHAHA" Silence filled the arena again, as Hwoarang stopped in mid-sentence from Xiaoyu's outburst, and a wicked grin formed on Julia's face. When the ref had slid his hands against her opponent's legs, she had laughed and spasmed from his touch. Hwoarang whispered something in Julia's ear, and she replied, "No prob, ref..." Julia hummed as she gently unlaced Xiaoyu's shoes. The crowd was confused at first, but then the Navajo's supporters began to chant, "Strip her!"
Julia shook her head in disgust as she slipped off the schoolgirl's shoes. Xiaoyu panicked for a moment, but then struggled again; she couldn't have all her classmates see her naked. Jin just blinked a few times in awe, and Hwoarang laughed and nodded mischieviously. Julia gazed at the moist, dirty soles of Xiaoyu's socks for a moment and then ran her fingernails lightly against them. The gymnast yelped and then bit her lip with a worrisome expression. "Ah, Xiaoyu, I don't intend to hurt you, I just wanna make you laugh. You are ticklish, aren't you?"
Xiaoyu responded with silence; she was extremely ticklish, as Jin loved to exploit, but her feet were her worst spots. She could barely stand foot massages, for even the most careful fingers managed to tickle her sensitive soles. Yet, something about that maddening sensation on her feet aroused her. "Please...."
Julia ignored her opponent's pathetic pleas and promptly tore her socks off. Although Julia wasn't the slightest bit lesbian, she did have to admit that the gymnast's small feet were cute. "Aw... they're so soft..." Xiaoyu felt Julia's manicured nails slide against her pinkish soles. She continued to spasm, her eyes squeezed shut, and her cheeks reddened from holding in the giggles building up inside. "I'm gonna tickle these cute little feet until you beg for mercy, since I know you can take pain. This is worse than pain, isn't it?" Xiaoyu was about to curse her fiendish enemy, when she yelled out in wild laughter.
"You biAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA"
As soon as Julia's nails attacked under her pudgy toes, Xiaoyu went into laughing convulsions. The light strokes across her soles were bad enough, but anything touching her toes tickled madly. Julia watched as her toes wiggled chaotically; her shiny pink toenails would occasionally come into view when she clenched her toes. The laughter poured out uncontrollably from Xiaoyu's mouth, and after a few minutes of Julia poking under and between her toes, she was a sweaty, exhausted mess. Her jet black hair was matted on her wet forehead, and she was breathing hard while Julia gave her a short break. "Well, I didn't really have to fight you to defeat you; instead, I got to humiliate you through tickling. Are you ready to give up now?"
Jin had spent the last few minutes quickly going from angry to aroused. He couldn't help but enjoy hearing Xiaoyu's sweet laughter, and he could even tell from the edge of her whining voice that he wasn't the only one getting excited from this. Still, he hated to see his girlfriend suffer like this, so he valiantly fought the lurking hope that she wouldn't surrender. He also caught a glance in the crowd that Hwoarang was also enjoying this, since he discretely attempted to "adjust" himself. This induced an intense loathing within Jin toward the one he once considered a friend.
Xiaoyu barely managed a "no." Julia grunted in annoyance. "Fine, what do I have to do to you now?" She was amazed at her stubbornness, and just as her frustration was about to overtake her, Hwoarang jokingly pantomimed her licking Xiaoyu's feet. She frowned at him and sighed, but reluctantly considered the idea.
Xiaoyu was finally thinking coherently now, and she lunged for Julia's sides, hoping her tormentor suffered from the same weakness as herself. However, before her hands could reach their destination, she froze at the wet sensation of Julia's tongue licking her soles. The crowd cheered with renewed vigor as Julia licked and nibbled Xiaoyu's arches. The gymnast was more hysterical now than when she had used her nails. Julia had thought her opponent's feet would smell and taste bad, but apparently Xiaoyu used a very fragrant lotion on them. The Navajo savored the strawberry flavor of her feet so much she began to nibble and lick her toes.
"OOOOOOHEHEHEHEGEGEGEEEHAHAHAHAHAAAAHHHDD"
The gymnast thought her earlier torture was bad, but it was nothing compared to the tickling of her opponent's tongue. The pleasure she was feeling was only making it harder for her to hide her arousal and embarassment at having her feet titillated. When Julia's tongue slithered under and between her toes, she bucked more violently, and squeals mixed with her laughter. However, she really gave away her secret as soon as Julia starting sucking her toes.
"YEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEESSSSSS"
"Uh oh... It appears you like this a little too much...." Julia laughed in surprise and nodded at the crowd. Michelle was disgusted at what she saw as foul play and perversity, and shook her head in disgust as her daughter's eyes met her own. Julia frowned for a moment but then shrieked suddenly at the sensation of hands goosing her ribs. Xiaoyu pushed her off and onto the ground by surprise.
"It looks like two can play that game... Miss Ticklish Indian..." Julia was straddled by Xiaoyu the same way that she had done to her. She tried in vain to push herself off the ground, but she couldn't budge. Xiaoyu slid onto the backs of her legs and held her ankles in the same tight hold. "I'm curious: are your ten little indians ticklish?" With amazing speed, the gymnast ripped the laces off of Julia's boots. Oh god, not my feet, thought Julia. She was also very ticklish, and she was pretty sure her feet were her worst spots too. After hearing about her mother's account of tickle torture, she figured her own feet would be extremely ticklish just by sheer genes. Her question would be soon answered now, since she now felt her boots being yanked off.
Xiaoyu grinned at her little victim; she was about to inspect just how sensitive the school snob's feet were. For far too long, Julia had rudely waved away all of Xiaoyu's attempts at becoming friends with her. Now, she had a second reason to torture this prudish Navajo girl: she wanted to see how her opponent could take her own medicine.
Jin and Hwaorang were paralyzed as they witnessed the impending torture of their mutual object of desire. Jin couldn't wait to see how such a cold bitch could melt from mere strokes across her soles. Hwoarang had a slight foot fetish and anticipated the baring of feet that were perpetually encased in boots.
Xiaoyu teasingly tugged the ends of Julia's socks as she struggled adamantly to escape the anklehold. The Navajo girl felt fear well up inside of her as her socks slowly slipped off. After an agonizing few moments, she sensed a cool breeze blow over her bare feet. Xiaoyu admired the soft reddish soles that were obviously pedicured within a week ago. Unlike the gymnast's short, pudgy toes, Julia's toes were long, with the second toes being the longest. Her high arches were similar to Xiaoyu's delicate arches, and the Chinese schoolgirl giggled at the nervous flexing of her opponent's feet. Very lightly and slowly, she dragged her fingertips across Julia's quivering soles.
Julia bit her lip and squinted her eyes at Xiaoyu's touch. She felt her tormentor's fingers accelerate in their movement, and soon, she was squirming spasmodically while occasionally letting soft squeals escape her lips. As she expected, her soles were incredibly sensitive, not only from her recent pedicure, but also due to how she kept them protected from the outside elements in her assorted array of boots and sneakers. Only her shiny red toenails were a testament to how she would flaunt the beauty of her feet to the privileged few who saw them stripped of their clothing. Despite her distress, she gradually felt an unexpected warmth wash over her body. Just as she was adjusting to the pleasure mixing with her ticklishness, the maddening strokes invaded the spaces under and between her toes. She instantly erupted with hearty laughter.
"WUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH"
Xiaoyu relished the melodious laughter of her enemy and gleefully observed the erratic wiggling of her toes. As she felt the young Navajo buck wildly under her, the gymnast intensified her torture by devilishly licking her victim's soles. Like Xiaoyu's own feet, it became quickly apparent that Julia supplemented her pedicure with a fragrant lotion: in this case, mint.
"SHIHHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTT"
Between curses and maniacal laughter, Julia gave in to the wet sensations of the gymnast's agile tongue upon her feet. Though it tickled worse than fingers, it made her extremely horny. By now, she knew she would lose this battle, but she wanted to be sensually satisfied in the meantime. She let the tingly feelings overwhelm her body, and moans could be heard among her cackling. By the time Xiaoyu was licking and sucking her toes, she was moaning very loudly, and her laughter became whiny giggles.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAH"
"Well would you look at that? I think she's pretty 'randy,' don't ya agree?" Xiaoyu giggled and smiled at her very enthralled boyfriend. Julia slumped against the ground and breathed deeply with a mirthful grin on her rosy face. Like her opponent looked earlier, the formerly cold and composed student's brown hair stuck to her sweaty forehead, and her outfit was likewise smudged with dirt and torn in places.
A very battle-worn Xiaoyu removed herself from straddling Julia and stood barefoot to face the cheering and dumbfounded crowd. Jin ran up to his happy sweetheart and playfully poked her sides. She giggled more and jumped into his arms. Hwoarang eventually presented Xiaoyu with her trophy, and declared her as the winner. Shortly after the crowd thinned out from the post-fight processions, the redheaded ref approached the exhausted Julia at her festival table with a cunning grin.
"What do you want, Van Damme?" Julia snidely snapped at him.
"Oh, I don't know... but I do know what you seem to want...." With lightning reflexes, he punted her legs out from under the table and held her ankles together. Before she could react, he stroked her soles with an electric toothbrush. She fell back in her seat with laughter, too tired to resist his attack.
"NOOOOOOHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA"
"Jin suggested I use this wicked little device on your touchy little tootsies. He said it works wonders on his girl's toes. Besides, you should never forget to brush...." Julia resumed her helpless state from before, and Hwoarang tasted her toes while the swirling utensil did its handiwork.
TO BE CONTINUED....
Anyway, enjoy the story; the tickling begins after a somewhat lengthy plot development.The King of Iron Feather Tournament 8: The Ticklish Battle
"Julia is going down tonight, and all my friends are gonna see it!" Xiaoyu's jubilant voice resonated throughout Jin's living room.
"I can't wait to see you out there; that Chang girl has a real attitude, and she deserves a beat down..." Jin laughed as he watched his beautiful girlfriend cheerily smile. While his words implied a contempt for Julia's reputed "bitchiness," he secretly hoped that the ensuing catfight would involve clothing being torn off of both of the competitive fighters. A medley of lesbian "fight" scenes worthy of "The Man Show's" broadcasts ran through his head dizzily.
"Jin, what are you staring at?" Xiaoyu's puzzled remark stirred him from his trance, and Jin quickly recovered with words of assurance. "Oh nothing dear... just thinking about how I'll have fun watching you two get na... er... contend in the ring."
"the ring... heh... you make it sound like we're gonna be in a steel cage... It's at the school quad; a much nicer arrangement, don't you think?" Jin just nodded as he hoped that it would rain, in order to spice up the occasion. Always the good little girl, Xiaoyu was going to battle the school snob in her uniform, which meant that a silk blouse and a thin lacy bra would be all that kept the upper half of her feminine physique covered from the elements. He already knew Julia favored thin blouses herself, so this could mean he'd get a peak at what Miss Chang had to offer as well.
A few hours later, Julia Chang shared a few last moments with her mother before the fight. "Julia, I know this is gonna be a heck of a fight, but I'm sure you can win this tournament." Michelle Chang comforted her talented, yet aloof, daughter.
"Mom, I know what I'm doing. I'm in this tournament to destroy Heihachi for what he did to you and our heritage." The young Navajo polished her red-rimmed glasses as she spoke fervently. Though her composure was reminiscent of Nina Williams's cold exterior, she had a fury within her soul that burned with vengeance.
"You have always been an honorable and loyal daughter, but I don't want you to take this so seriously that you truly hurt yourself. This may be a fighting tournament, but some of these competitors don't just strive to win: they desire killing their opponents."
"You act like I haven't been through this before... I was in the third one and that brief tag tournament with you, but don't think that I've grown careless of who I'm up against. Besides, I'm not worried about Xiaoyu; hell, I know her as a classmate. Maybe not as a friend, but...."
Michelle simply shook her head as she escorted her rebellious daughter through the school quad. "You're gonna wear those in this fight?" She nudged Julia's brown high-heeled boot with her own moccasin-clad foot.
"Yes, mother... I won't trip or fall. I don't even expect to break a sweat against this one...." The two Navajo women continued toward the fighting circle as several students supporting either side chanted for their favorite contender. Despite her fervor for her family's cause, Julia seems to dress in very mainstream ways, her mother thought to herself... Michelle looked down at her own traditional outfit, shook her head again, and then joined in the chanting in favor of her daughter. Julia displayed her signature arrogant grin as she watched Jin and Xiaoyu walk up to the "arena."
"Oh look, there's Miss Priss waiting for us. I wish I could just run up to her now and deck her into the dirt where she belongs." Jin just grinned at his feisty girlfriend, and tried his best to hide his amusement. Even when she wanted to be vicious, Xiaoyu always sounded cute in her high-pitched voice. "Now honey... We gotta wait until the ref officially starts this match for your victory to count." As his mind flooded again with lurid images of lesbianism, he noticed something odd that startled him. Hwaorang stood in front of the crowd supporting Julia and walked to the middle of the fight circle just as Jin and Xiaoyu entered it.
"Welcome ladies and gents...." The red-haired one affected a cheesy announcer voice as he called the group to quiet down. "I am your ref this afternoon.... In this corner, we have the lovely Julia Chang, and over here..." He turned and winked mockingly at Jin, "We got the winner of this year's superlative 'most flexible...' Zooowwyeeeeeeww" Jin knew from the start that his old sparring buddy had a thing for Julia, and to top things off, he personally wanted to compete against her instead of Xiaoyu, since he believed the Chinese gymnast was a better fighter to begin with. Jin fumed with the knowledge that this definitely wasn't going to be a fair fight for his girlfriend.
"I hate it when he says my name like that." Xiaoyu observed the muted laughter of the crowd after Hwoarang's demeaning introduction.
Jin angrily whispered, "Don't worry about it... You can still kick her ass; that's something even he doesn't deny." After Hwaorang went through the usual spill about the rules of the tournament (and making a few sly winks at Julia), the two femme fatales readied themselves in their characteristic stances. On a three count, Julia quickly slid under Xiaoyu's defenses and punched her in the stomach. Xiaoyu bent over in pain just in time for Julia's uppercut to hit her under the chin. This sent the gymnast's head upwards, which caused her body to fly through the air until she landed on her back a few feet away.
This was an impressive start for Julia, but Jin gritted his teeth as he watched his girlfriend hit the dirt. Julia even seemed surprised at her own ability and paused for a moment as the crowd remained silent. Xiaoyu slowly got up and grasped her bruised jaw and sore back in pain but glared at Julia. The Navajo girl smiled deviously and ran towards Xiaoyu to try and bum rush her, but the agile gymnast ducked and tripped her. Julia flew face first into the ground as dust rose from the impact.
Hwoarang's expression reflected the pain he assumed Julia felt from that fall, and Jin just sardonically grinned when his comrade looked at him. As Julia spat some dirt from her lip and adjusted her glasses, Xiaoyu jumped high, flipped in the air, and attempted to stomp on Julia's back. Julia caught her reflection on the edge of glasses's lens and rolled out of the way. Xiaoyu's feet hit the ground, and she felt her ankles slightly sprain. She winced in pain for a moment as Julia got up.
The Navajo warrior saw this weakness in her opponent and faked a punch. Xiaoyu tried to grab her wrist, but Julia ducked and double-kicked her sore ankles. The Chinese gymnast screamed in pain and barely caught herself when she fell. The sharp heels of Julia's boots inflicted harsh pain that coursed through her legs. Julia quickly took advantage of her fallen foe and sat on the backs of Xiaoyu's legs as she held her ankles in a tight hold. The poor girl shrieked again as she struggled to escape Julia's hold. Jin stared grimly at Hwoarang, and the "ref" raised his thumb with a laugh.
"Give up now, or you'll feel more pain." Julia continued to squeeze Xiaoyu's ankles with her toned arms.
"Never!!!" The flexible gymnast tried to arch her back far enough to grab Julia by the neck and throw her off. Still, the Navajo tightened her submission hold with Xiaoyu's screams growing louder. Damn it, I don't want to break her ankles, but if I have to, thought Julia. The look on Jin's face told Hwoarang that his old friend would interfere in the fight soon, if his girlfriend's pain worsened.
"Julia... That's enough... This isn't a deathmatch, so try something else before you kill the poor girl." Julia didn't seem to like this idea, so he crouched and tried to pull Xiaoyu's legs from her. "Look, if you don't let go, I'll have to disqualify you, and we all know..."
"HAHAHA" Silence filled the arena again, as Hwoarang stopped in mid-sentence from Xiaoyu's outburst, and a wicked grin formed on Julia's face. When the ref had slid his hands against her opponent's legs, she had laughed and spasmed from his touch. Hwoarang whispered something in Julia's ear, and she replied, "No prob, ref..." Julia hummed as she gently unlaced Xiaoyu's shoes. The crowd was confused at first, but then the Navajo's supporters began to chant, "Strip her!"
Julia shook her head in disgust as she slipped off the schoolgirl's shoes. Xiaoyu panicked for a moment, but then struggled again; she couldn't have all her classmates see her naked. Jin just blinked a few times in awe, and Hwoarang laughed and nodded mischieviously. Julia gazed at the moist, dirty soles of Xiaoyu's socks for a moment and then ran her fingernails lightly against them. The gymnast yelped and then bit her lip with a worrisome expression. "Ah, Xiaoyu, I don't intend to hurt you, I just wanna make you laugh. You are ticklish, aren't you?"
Xiaoyu responded with silence; she was extremely ticklish, as Jin loved to exploit, but her feet were her worst spots. She could barely stand foot massages, for even the most careful fingers managed to tickle her sensitive soles. Yet, something about that maddening sensation on her feet aroused her. "Please...."
Julia ignored her opponent's pathetic pleas and promptly tore her socks off. Although Julia wasn't the slightest bit lesbian, she did have to admit that the gymnast's small feet were cute. "Aw... they're so soft..." Xiaoyu felt Julia's manicured nails slide against her pinkish soles. She continued to spasm, her eyes squeezed shut, and her cheeks reddened from holding in the giggles building up inside. "I'm gonna tickle these cute little feet until you beg for mercy, since I know you can take pain. This is worse than pain, isn't it?" Xiaoyu was about to curse her fiendish enemy, when she yelled out in wild laughter.
"You biAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA"
As soon as Julia's nails attacked under her pudgy toes, Xiaoyu went into laughing convulsions. The light strokes across her soles were bad enough, but anything touching her toes tickled madly. Julia watched as her toes wiggled chaotically; her shiny pink toenails would occasionally come into view when she clenched her toes. The laughter poured out uncontrollably from Xiaoyu's mouth, and after a few minutes of Julia poking under and between her toes, she was a sweaty, exhausted mess. Her jet black hair was matted on her wet forehead, and she was breathing hard while Julia gave her a short break. "Well, I didn't really have to fight you to defeat you; instead, I got to humiliate you through tickling. Are you ready to give up now?"
Jin had spent the last few minutes quickly going from angry to aroused. He couldn't help but enjoy hearing Xiaoyu's sweet laughter, and he could even tell from the edge of her whining voice that he wasn't the only one getting excited from this. Still, he hated to see his girlfriend suffer like this, so he valiantly fought the lurking hope that she wouldn't surrender. He also caught a glance in the crowd that Hwoarang was also enjoying this, since he discretely attempted to "adjust" himself. This induced an intense loathing within Jin toward the one he once considered a friend.
Xiaoyu barely managed a "no." Julia grunted in annoyance. "Fine, what do I have to do to you now?" She was amazed at her stubbornness, and just as her frustration was about to overtake her, Hwoarang jokingly pantomimed her licking Xiaoyu's feet. She frowned at him and sighed, but reluctantly considered the idea.
Xiaoyu was finally thinking coherently now, and she lunged for Julia's sides, hoping her tormentor suffered from the same weakness as herself. However, before her hands could reach their destination, she froze at the wet sensation of Julia's tongue licking her soles. The crowd cheered with renewed vigor as Julia licked and nibbled Xiaoyu's arches. The gymnast was more hysterical now than when she had used her nails. Julia had thought her opponent's feet would smell and taste bad, but apparently Xiaoyu used a very fragrant lotion on them. The Navajo savored the strawberry flavor of her feet so much she began to nibble and lick her toes.
"OOOOOOHEHEHEHEGEGEGEEEHAHAHAHAHAAAAHHHDD"
The gymnast thought her earlier torture was bad, but it was nothing compared to the tickling of her opponent's tongue. The pleasure she was feeling was only making it harder for her to hide her arousal and embarassment at having her feet titillated. When Julia's tongue slithered under and between her toes, she bucked more violently, and squeals mixed with her laughter. However, she really gave away her secret as soon as Julia starting sucking her toes.
"YEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEESSSSSS"
"Uh oh... It appears you like this a little too much...." Julia laughed in surprise and nodded at the crowd. Michelle was disgusted at what she saw as foul play and perversity, and shook her head in disgust as her daughter's eyes met her own. Julia frowned for a moment but then shrieked suddenly at the sensation of hands goosing her ribs. Xiaoyu pushed her off and onto the ground by surprise.
"It looks like two can play that game... Miss Ticklish Indian..." Julia was straddled by Xiaoyu the same way that she had done to her. She tried in vain to push herself off the ground, but she couldn't budge. Xiaoyu slid onto the backs of her legs and held her ankles in the same tight hold. "I'm curious: are your ten little indians ticklish?" With amazing speed, the gymnast ripped the laces off of Julia's boots. Oh god, not my feet, thought Julia. She was also very ticklish, and she was pretty sure her feet were her worst spots too. After hearing about her mother's account of tickle torture, she figured her own feet would be extremely ticklish just by sheer genes. Her question would be soon answered now, since she now felt her boots being yanked off.
Xiaoyu grinned at her little victim; she was about to inspect just how sensitive the school snob's feet were. For far too long, Julia had rudely waved away all of Xiaoyu's attempts at becoming friends with her. Now, she had a second reason to torture this prudish Navajo girl: she wanted to see how her opponent could take her own medicine.
Jin and Hwaorang were paralyzed as they witnessed the impending torture of their mutual object of desire. Jin couldn't wait to see how such a cold bitch could melt from mere strokes across her soles. Hwoarang had a slight foot fetish and anticipated the baring of feet that were perpetually encased in boots.
Xiaoyu teasingly tugged the ends of Julia's socks as she struggled adamantly to escape the anklehold. The Navajo girl felt fear well up inside of her as her socks slowly slipped off. After an agonizing few moments, she sensed a cool breeze blow over her bare feet. Xiaoyu admired the soft reddish soles that were obviously pedicured within a week ago. Unlike the gymnast's short, pudgy toes, Julia's toes were long, with the second toes being the longest. Her high arches were similar to Xiaoyu's delicate arches, and the Chinese schoolgirl giggled at the nervous flexing of her opponent's feet. Very lightly and slowly, she dragged her fingertips across Julia's quivering soles.
Julia bit her lip and squinted her eyes at Xiaoyu's touch. She felt her tormentor's fingers accelerate in their movement, and soon, she was squirming spasmodically while occasionally letting soft squeals escape her lips. As she expected, her soles were incredibly sensitive, not only from her recent pedicure, but also due to how she kept them protected from the outside elements in her assorted array of boots and sneakers. Only her shiny red toenails were a testament to how she would flaunt the beauty of her feet to the privileged few who saw them stripped of their clothing. Despite her distress, she gradually felt an unexpected warmth wash over her body. Just as she was adjusting to the pleasure mixing with her ticklishness, the maddening strokes invaded the spaces under and between her toes. She instantly erupted with hearty laughter.
"WUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH"
Xiaoyu relished the melodious laughter of her enemy and gleefully observed the erratic wiggling of her toes. As she felt the young Navajo buck wildly under her, the gymnast intensified her torture by devilishly licking her victim's soles. Like Xiaoyu's own feet, it became quickly apparent that Julia supplemented her pedicure with a fragrant lotion: in this case, mint.
"SHIHHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTT"
Between curses and maniacal laughter, Julia gave in to the wet sensations of the gymnast's agile tongue upon her feet. Though it tickled worse than fingers, it made her extremely horny. By now, she knew she would lose this battle, but she wanted to be sensually satisfied in the meantime. She let the tingly feelings overwhelm her body, and moans could be heard among her cackling. By the time Xiaoyu was licking and sucking her toes, she was moaning very loudly, and her laughter became whiny giggles.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAH"
"Well would you look at that? I think she's pretty 'randy,' don't ya agree?" Xiaoyu giggled and smiled at her very enthralled boyfriend. Julia slumped against the ground and breathed deeply with a mirthful grin on her rosy face. Like her opponent looked earlier, the formerly cold and composed student's brown hair stuck to her sweaty forehead, and her outfit was likewise smudged with dirt and torn in places.
A very battle-worn Xiaoyu removed herself from straddling Julia and stood barefoot to face the cheering and dumbfounded crowd. Jin ran up to his happy sweetheart and playfully poked her sides. She giggled more and jumped into his arms. Hwoarang eventually presented Xiaoyu with her trophy, and declared her as the winner. Shortly after the crowd thinned out from the post-fight processions, the redheaded ref approached the exhausted Julia at her festival table with a cunning grin.
"What do you want, Van Damme?" Julia snidely snapped at him.
"Oh, I don't know... but I do know what you seem to want...." With lightning reflexes, he punted her legs out from under the table and held her ankles together. Before she could react, he stroked her soles with an electric toothbrush. She fell back in her seat with laughter, too tired to resist his attack.
"NOOOOOOHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA"
"Jin suggested I use this wicked little device on your touchy little tootsies. He said it works wonders on his girl's toes. Besides, you should never forget to brush...." Julia resumed her helpless state from before, and Hwoarang tasted her toes while the swirling utensil did its handiwork.
TO BE CONTINUED....
