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Ticklers in the hands of an angry god (part: 1)

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The following is a long narative that eventually leads up to a long and descriptive tickling scene.

(Warning: contains descriptions of extream tickle torture, bondage, sexual situations, and some violence)

*disclaimer* All the charactors in the following novel are over the age of 18. This novel should not be read by anyone under the age 18. The following is a work pure fiction and any similarities to real people or events is purely coincidence.

Estimated read time: 35 - 40 minutes

Ticklers in the Hands of and Angry god

Part 1:

Intro
Deep in the South Pacific lost among still uncharted islands there once existed a very unique culture. They were a people steeped in story telling, myth, and tradition. They were a very superstitious people especially about the spirits that inhabitied their island. Chief among these spirits was Luur the god of Destruction. The people of the island would do anything to appease Luur for every essence of their being feared him. For more then a thousand years the people of the island appeased Luur with tickling. A choosen one would be selected from the population who was deemed to be the most ticklish and tickled by the high priest of Luur for an entire season. At the end of each season a great festival would be held in which a new chosen one would be selected. As the islanders would learn one year it is very important that the festival of the chosen one go smoothly.

The last day
The last day of the dry season had finally come. It had not come soon enough for one young lady on the island. Her name was Elieve and she was the chosen one. She was indeed very ticklish and she hated being tickled more then anything in the world. The High Priest had been tickling her every day for what had now seemed longer then she could remember. She had been looking forward to her last day as the chosen one but now she dreaded it. She knew that the tickling on the last day would be the worst. Although her body had become better able to endure ever longer tickle sessions her will to endure the torture grew less. She feared that the High Priest would tickle her all day without mercy and that she would go insane. She felt that maddness was already taking her for even in her dreams she could not escape the tickling.

Her time had come and it was starting to get light out. She knew that the tickling would start at sunrise like it had on every other day. Two guards that had been sent by the high priest had just entered her room. They were to escort her to the tickling altar on the hill outside the temple. When the guards saw her she was sitting on the edge of her bed wearing only a grass skirt and sandals. She only had time to grab her grass and flower headpiece before the guards had pushed her out the door. The guards hurried her out of the temple and up the long climb to the altar on top of the hill. The climb did not wind her like it did when she first became the chosen one. Her body had become lean and muscular from all the relentless tickling. By the time she had reached the top of the hill it was light enough to clearly see the stone alter. It was covered with freshly cut palm leaves and flowers. There was another priest waiting for her at the top of the hill. He told her to lay down on the alter so he could tie her to it. She cooperated with the priest in the hope that they would show her mercy on her last day and she knew that resisting had never helped her in the past. She was bound to the altar by her ankles and wrists with ropes that were made from a local plant that were very stong but soft to her skin. Being tied to the altar made her mind race with what was about to come and her life began to flash before her eyes...

Stories from the past
She was back home as a young child. Her best friend Kishia had just snuck up behind her and squeezed ribs. She nearly jumped out of her skin that time and she made Kishia promise never to do that again. Kishia knew Elieve was ticklish but no one knew just how ticklish she really was.

Flashing forward in her life she was a bit older when she was told a story that gave her nightmares for most of her childhood. Little did she know those nightmares would one day come true.

It was the story of how human sacrifice had came to an end on their island. In the distant past the people of the island used to appease Luur with daily human sacrifice. Usually they would only sacrifice slaves or capitives but if they ran short they would have to sacrifice one of their own people. It was time to sacrifice the last slave on the island. They had saved the strongest and hardest working slave for last and he did not give up with out a fight. It took five men to drag him kicking and screaming up the hill to the sacrifical altar. Even after he was tied to the altar the high priest could not pin him down to make a clean kill. Two other priests came over to help hold him down. They each grabed the slave under the arms and pushed him down. The slave was very ticklish and this only made him thrash about even more. The sun was already peaking over the horizon when a third priest came to hold the slave's hips down. This too tickled the slave and sent him into a frenzy. The high priest took his knife and desperatly tried to make a kill clean or not for time was almost... The ground began to shake and high priest stood in fear that Luur had been angered by the slave still being alive. The high priest dropped his knife and it shattered when it hit the ground. The ground stopped shaking and everything was quite. The high priest realized that Luur was not angry but was glad and wanted the slave to live. He had appeased Luur with tickling and not death. The high priest went over to the slave and tickled him some more and slave laughed for the first time in his life for he knew he would live. HAHAHAHAHAAAAAhahahaHHAAAHHHAAAhhAAAA The high priest tickled the slave for the rest of the morning until he could laugh no more. He then realized he could tickle the same slave every day and there would be no need for new victims. After many days of tickling this same slave Luur sent the high priest a sign to let him know it was time to get a new victim to tickle. By now the raiding parties had returned with more slaves and the most ticklish one was chosen. In time the need for raiding parties ended and with them slavery and war also ended. Now anyone could be chosen as Luur's Ticklee provided that they were extremely ticklish.

Everyone on the island loved that story and some even worshipped the first tickle slave as a lesser god. Others beleive that the only reason people laugh when being tickled is because of that slave. The slave was laughing at death and laughing for his own life and it has forever been associated with tickling.

As a child Elieve hated that story. She had recurring nighmares that the High priest of the island would tickle her beyond all her limits. On the few occasions when she saw the high priest even from a distance she would start to cry. She thought the high priest was cruel for tickling the same person for so many days. Insted of dying one quick death the victim now had to suffer many long deaths at the hands of the high priest. In time she out grew the nightmares but the thought of the high priest anywhere near her still made her skin crawl. As she came of age and grew into a beautiful young woman she began to forget all about tickling except for when it was time for the festival of the chosen one.

Ticklish Encounters
Elieve knew ever since she had come of age that as the festival of the chosen one grew near people would start to tickle test her to see if she might be ticklish enough to be nominated as the chosen one. Her only hope of not being nominated was to keep her true ticklishness a secret. She had learned not to flinch or show any sign of how ticklish she was when people would try to tickle test her. The slightest tickle to her was sheer torture but she could not risk even the hint of a smile. All she could do is fight off the tickler as fast as she could before the tickling would overwhelm her. So far her plan was working. She had just made it through her sixth festival of the chosen one. Her secret was safe and she became confident that it would remain that way for another season.

It had only been a few days since the festival of the chosen one when Elieve saw her lifelong friend Kishia walking on the beach. She too had grown into beautiful young woman. Kishia was wearing a short grass skirt and only her long dark hair covered her breasts. They were both glad to see each other after such a long while. They had remained great friends all throughtout childhood and they became like sisters to eachother. Kishia told her that she had something to show her. She was eager to tell Elieve the whole thing but she wanted it to be surprise. They both started to walk down a sandy trail away from the beach into the jungle. Kishia led her on as they walked. Elieve was becoming more excited with each step not knowing what her friend was trying to show her.

At the end of the trail was a newly constructed hut. Kishia said that her boyfreind had just built that hut for her and they were to be maried in two days. Elieve congradulated Kishia in her good news and they went inside the hut. The hut was separated into two rooms with a main room in the front and a smaller room in the back for sleeping.

Elieve excitedly asked her friend who. Kishia replied that his name was Dallion. He was the young fisherman who caught the large swordfish for the festival. She explained how he had become an important part of her life. Elieve could tell Kishia was deeply in love with him just by the way she talked about him. Elieve could not have been more happy for her friend. Just then Dallion walked in the hut. He was wearing a grass and palm leave skirt that was tied at the waist with a heavy leather belt. He was tall and muscular and his skin was dark.

Kishia jumped up to him and put her arms around his neck. Dallion hugged her tightly while she kissed him. He loosened his grip and began to tickle her ribs just behind her breasts. A wide smile broke across her face and she began to gigle and laugh. Heheheahhaahha She kissed him again and he stopped tickling her for a moment. He moved his hands up towards her arm pits and began wiggling his fingers. She began to laugh harder. HAAHAAHAHHAAA He continued to tickle her arm pit which uncontrollably caused her to pull her arms down. Normally she loved these ticklish games he would play with her but she did not want to be rude to her guest. Through her laughter she tried to tell him to stop. HaHahhhaSSthhaop HHAhaha He listened and uncrossed his arms letting her out of his ticklish hug. She turned around and was now facing her wide-eyed guest. From behind, her boyfreind began tickling the sides of her belly as she tried to introduce him to her guest. But she was laughing too hard to say anything of meaning. HHAAHHAAaaSSSbbbhhaaHHHaaMMhhAAHHAAAAAA He continued tickling her belly and hips until she was out of breath. She was beginning to double over from the tickling when he suddenly stopped. He too had just realized they had guest.

Elieve was frozen with fear after watching her friend get a good tickling from Dallion. After he stopped ticking Kishia he walked over to her but she was speachless. He grabed at Elieve's ribs and she gasped before quickly pulling away from him. He felt the tension in her muscles through his touch and knew she must be very ticklish. He knew he was going to have fun tickling her today. By then Kishia had recomposed herself and was trying to get him back for tickling her. She tickled him under his arms which started a whole new tickle fight. She knew that was his most ticklish spot and she quickly had him laughing hard. HHAAAAAAAHAAHHHAAAAAAAHAHAAAAAHAA However, he was able to turn the tables on her soon enough. He had pinned her to the ground and was straddling her hips. He was free to tickle her belly and ribs which he knew were her most ticklish spots. He was able to drive her wild and into hysterics in no time. She continued laughing until she was out breath. hhaaaaHHHAAAAAAAhhHHHaaAAAAAAAAHhhhhAAAAAAAAAAAAhhaaaaa By the time he stopped tickling her their guest had long gone.

Elieve did not see either of them again until the wedding. She couldn't not go to her lifelong friend's wedding just because her boyfriend had tried to tickle her. She was confident that her secret was still safe. She knew Dallion would not try to tickle her again not at his own wedding. Her friend was finally getting married and she began to wonder when she would ever get married. Her thoughts were interupted by the starting of the ceremony. The ceremony was preformed on the beach by one the lesser priests on the island with the bride and groom in the nude. She was just thankful it was not the high priest of Luur who did the wedding ceremonies. The wedding ceremony was quick and soon a great feast was prepared for all the guests. After a little while she put all her fears of tickling aside and went up to the bride and groom to congradulate them both. Kishia finally had the chance to formally introduce her friend to her new husbend Dallion. She gave Kishia a hug and relucktenly let Dallion hug her. Elieve was glad Dallion did not try to tickle her agian. Nothing was mentioned of the events from other day and before long she had fogotten all about them. Soon after Kishia and Dallion retired to their hut and the festivities came to a end. She thought she might have heard faint laughter comming from the direction of their hut but she put it out of her mind and went home.

While at the wedding she had promised Kishia that she would come over in a few days and help her decorate her new home. In the days after the wedding Elieve spent her free time gathering bamboo and flowers and making twine for the decorations she had promised her friend. She collected all her supplies and began walking to Kishia's hut. She was almost there when she saw Dallion walking up the trail towards her. She greeted him from a distance and he asked her if he could give her a hand with carrying the supplies. She said he could help her if he wanted to but just as she was about to walk past him Dallion stepped in front of her blocking her path. She dropped all of her supplies and before she could react he had pushed her up against a nearby tree. He grabed her hands and pinned them above her head leaving her nearly nude upperbody completely vulnerable. She begged him to let her go. He repositioned her hands so he could hold them down with just one hand and tickle her with his other free hand.

Elieve's eyes grew wide as Dallion began to touch her under arm with his free hand. She pleaded with him not to do this. Her begging became desperate as he touched the soft skin of her arm pit. She admitted to him to being much too ticklish for this. His smile grew much wider after hearing that and he knew he would have lots of fun seeing for himself just how ticklish she is. He wiggled his fingers inside her arm pit. She gave up on begging and was now struggling to get free from his grip. Then her will broke and she starting laughing uncontrolably. HAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHaaaHAhaaa It was too much for her and she couldn't stop laughing. HHAAHHAAHHAAhaahaaHaha He slowly moved his hand down her side tickling her soft skin as he went. This drove her wild and her laughs turned to screams. HHAAHAhahahaAAAAAAAhAAAAAAaaa She fought with him desperatly to get free but he was too strong for her. He then moved his hand to her other arm pit which seemed even more ticklish now that she was already worked up. By now she was screeming so loudly it began to hurt his ears. AAAaaaeaaaahaaaeaaaahaaa

He stopped tickling her but she continued to screem as loudly as she could. AAaaaahaaaaahaeeeaaaaaaaaa He threatened to tickle her until she lost her voice if she did not shut up. Then all was quite except for her heavy breathing. Aparently no one heard her screams. She had a chance to catch her breath and asked him why he was tickling her. Again Elieve begged him to let her go because she was way too ticklish for anything like this. He could hear the fear and desparation in her voice. He had never seen anyone as ticklish as she was. She screemed as if he were torturing her. He began to think maybe he was holding her hands too tight and was hurting her so he loosened his grip a little. As he did this she began to struggle to get free again. He knew he had not harmed her and thought that she must be faking it to ruin his fun.

He started tickling her again this time on her belly. She instantly bust into laughter. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAA He found that the general area just below her belly button was one of her most ticklish spots. Her laughter became hysterical and tears streamed down her face. He continued tickling her there while she was completely at his mercy. She was tensing all her muscles and sucked in her stomach trying in any way to lessen the tickling. His hand followed her movements and her struggles only made the tickling sensations worse. She would have screemed but she did not have the breath to. She couldn't take it anymore and went berserk. She squirmed, wiggled, and writhed in ways that did not seem possible. He was amazed at the strength of her contorting little body as he tried to control her. She was now kicking him as hard as she could until she got him good in the knee. At that the ticking stopped and they both fell to the ground. She quickly got up and ran back down the trail faster then she had ever run in her life. As she ran she could still feel his hand on her ticklish skin.

For many days Elieve did not leave her family's land and she spent her free time just sitting in her hut. She was desperatly afraid of running into Dallion again. One day her friend Kishia came looking for her wondering where she had been all this time and whether everything was alright. Kishia found her just sitting on a chair by the back wall of her hut. She asked her what was wrong and pulled up a chair for herself. Elieve was able to tell her friend about what had happened but by the time she had finished her story she was starting to cry. Kishia told her it was alright and gave her a long hug. She told her that Dallion was always doing that and that maybe they could teach him a lesson. She said that they could trick him and tie him up and tickle him until he begged for mercy. She said no to Kishia's plan and told her no more tickling she had had enough to last a lifetime. Kishia then swore on all ancestors that he would never tickle her again.

The next day Elieve saw Kishia again and this time she brought her husbend Dallion with her. Kishia made him apologize for what he did to her. He promised to never tickle her again. She could see that his oath was sincere and that he was truely sorry for traumatizing her like that. All this made Elieve feel alot better. In time she would try to put this experience behind her and get on with her life. She became even closer to her friend and they visited each other often. She eventually forgave Dallion and they too even became friends. Her life began to very much return to normal as the next festival of the chosen one approached. She beleived her secret was in safe hands and was confident no one else would find out.

Just three days before the festival of the chosen one a new story began to circlate among the people of the island. There were many different versions of the story but they all were about a man bumping into an extreamly ticklish girl in the jungle and mercilessly tickling her. When Elieve first heard this story she knew immediately that the story was about her ticklish experiance. Her mind was filled with anger and fear at the same time. She ran all the way to Kishia's hut and saw that they were both at home. She was hysterical and was accusing Dallion of telling the whole island. He tried to calm her down and explain that he did not tell anyone about what happened. He told her that many men claim to be the originator of that story and besides no one knows who the girl in the story is. Kishia suggested that maybe someone else had seen them. Elieve grew pale and faint upon hearing Kishia say that. He told them both that it was impossible for anyone to have seen them. Elieve asked him then where else did that story come from. He told them it was probably just a work of fiction and that they were reading into it too much. Kishia agreed with him and told her she should try not to worry about it.

It was after dark before Elieve had calmed down enough to think straight. She made a plan to just go home and keep a low profile until the festival. She was just about to leave when Dallion asked her if she would like him to walk her home. It was night but the stars were out and she could see the trail just fine so she refused his offer still not completely trusting him. She left Kishia's hut and began to walk down the trail.

Elieve started to become nervous as soon as the they were out of earshot. She did her best to keep her imagination from running away from her but she couldn't control herself. She could not help but think that there was someone in jungle watching her. She quickened her pace and tried to think of something else. All she could think about was that someone had seen her and knew how ticklish she was. She began to aproach the spot where Dallion had tickled her. She feared that someone was waiting for her there, waiting to mercilessly tickle her. She had just passed the spot in the trail where she had been tickled and began to feel somewhat relieved.

She continued walking down the trail when she heard some rustling in the nearby undergrowth. She stopped and began to feel fear growing from the pit of her stomach. She listened to where she thought the sound had come from but heard nothing. She started walking again and tried to convince herself that it was just the wind. Then she heard more rustling louder and closer then before. She got a lump in her throat as she realized that was no wind. She froze and held her breath tring to listen for any sound. All she could hear was her own heart beating. She feared anyone out there could hear it too. She summoned her curage and called out to whatever was there and prepared to face her fears. Only the silence of the jungle night answered her. She called out again and still there was silence. She called out a third time but voice cracked with fear. After a few monments she started walking quickly nearly running down the trail. She heard the sound of footsteps behind her and knew someone was following her. She did not stop to face them but went into a full run trying to get away as fast as she could. The footsteps matched her speed and began to close the distance behind her. She was running for her life and she managed to get more speed out of her legs. The footsteps began to fall behind when a deep winded voice yelled out to her, "YOU CANNOT...RUN...I KNOW...Who YOU...ARE."

The Festival
When she made it home she was an exhausted shaking mess. The sound of the voice was still echoing in her head. She was in full panic mode now and knew for sure she would be nominated at the festival. All she could do was cry herself to sleep that night. She had nightmares that she was back in the jungle caught by a shadowy figure who tickled her to death.

By the next morning Elieve had come up with something she had not thought of before. She would not go to the festival of chosen one. She could not be nominated if she did not go. Her plan might work except that her family did not take it well when they found out she would not be attending the festival especially her Father and Uncle. They both told her she had to go, the whole island would be there and she would disgrace her family if she did not go. But Elieve insisted that she could not go. They inquired why she did not want to go. She cried that someone would nominate her to be the chosen one. Her father asked who was going to nominate her. She sobbed that a man chased her in the jungle and tickled her to death. Tickled to death her uncle replied. Her Father told her it was just a bad dream and that she was letting her imagination run away with her. He also told her that her mother was the same way when she was younger. He said she was always fearing that she would become the chosen one but she was never even nominated. Elieve began to question herself. Was it really just a dream, did she imagine the whole thing.

She was calm for the rest of the day as she realized she had been confusing dreams with reality. That night she was hesitant to go to sleep. She was still worried about the festival and that she might have more nightmares. Again she had the same nightmare only this time she could see the face of the shadowy figure who was tickling her. She had seen the face of the high priest and woke up in a cold sweat. She laid awake in her bed for the rest of the night thinking about how she had not had nightmares like these since she was a little child.

By morning she was quite angry at herself. She knew her father was right, she had been letting her imagination run away with her. She was acting like a scared little child rather then a mature adult. She was going to go to the festival and she was going to have a good time. She then remembered she usually had a good time at these festivals dispite her fear of being tickled. At the festival there would be story telling, contests of the strenght and speed, dancing, magic acts, and all the food she could eat. She started smiling at the thought of the pleasant aspects of the festival that she had been ignoring.

The festival was held at a large beach and field that lay between the temple and the ocean. This area was quite some distance from her family's land and by the time Elieve got there hundreds of people from all over the island were already there. She knew her friend Kishia would be there but she wondered would she be able to find her in the crowds. She wondered around the festival site while keeping a look out for her or anyone else she might know. She eventually found Kishia. She was standing on the edge of the constest grounds watching the men compete in the javelin throwing contest.

She walked up to Kishia and she told her that Dallion entered this contest but he had already lost. Kishia suggested that they both enter the next contest which was a race down the beach. She was thinking about entering the race herself since she had nearly won the race at the last festival. Everyone in her family were fast runners but none of them had ever won any of the festival races. Elieve agreed to enter the race. They both took their places at the starting line and Kishia wispered to Elieve that she was not going to let her beat her this time. Elieve just smiled and concentrated on getting herself ready to run. She knew she could run fast and win the race if she really wanted to. To psych her self up she pretended that if she did not win this race someone would chase her down and tickle her. At the thought of tickling she nearly jumped the signal to go. She concentrated on the race and when the signal to go was given she burst down the track running as fast as she could. The wind from running so fast tickled her skin but this only made her run faster. She had taken the lead and left Kishia way behind her. She used her fear of tickling to maintain her lead and won the race my a wide margin.

Kishia finished a few moments later. They were both nearly out of breath from running when they hugged each other. Elieve was given a beaded necklace for winning the race. She could not remember ever having so much fun. She went around all day bragging to everyone about winning the race but she never told anyone her secret of how she won. She continued to have fun for the rest of the day and met back up with her family at sunset. They were all so proud of her especially her father.

As it started to get dark torches were lit and the crowds began to gather around the clearing infront of the temple. There were steps that led up to a platform just infront of the temple's enterence. This platform was used as a stage for the ceremony of the chosen one. An orator came out of the temple and walked to the edge of the platform. Several guards also came out of the temple. The crowd grew quiet as the orator announced the lesser priests as each came out of the temple. The orator then announced the high priest of Luur has come. The high priest stepped out the temple and stood next to the orator. The high priest was wearing a robe made out of red parot feathers and also wore larger feathers in his headdress.

At the sight of the high priest Elieve took Kishia's hand and began to squeeze it. Kishia squeezed back and wispered to her that it would be alright.

The orator then retold the story of the tickle slave. The crowd then cheered at the end of the story but Elieve and Kishia did not. It was time to pick nominations for the new chosen one. The orator asked the crowd if there were any volenteers. Two women who were a little older then Elieve volenteered themselves and walked up onto the platform. Then the orator asked the crowd if anyone knew who was the most ticklish among them. A man yelled out and pushed a young woman about Elieve's age forward. The crowed parted away from her and she came onto the platform. Another young woman shouted out and pushed a man forward. The man grabed her and gave her a tickle causing her to laugh. The orator told them both to come onto the platform. The orator then asked for more nominations. After several moments none came forward and orator asked again.

Elieve was starting to shake at the sound of the orator's words. Kishia once again wispered to her that it would be OK. She started to breathe a sigh of relief but before she could finish the orator started pointing in her direction. The orator said step forward. Everyone near her started pointing at themselves in confusion except Elieve. The orator then said young lady with the beaded neckless step forward. Elieve's heart dropped into her feet. She went to squeeze Kishia's hand but it was gone. The crowd parted away from her and the orator told her to step up onto the platform. By the time she got up to the platform she was shaking so badly that she did not even realize that two other people were called up onto the platform after her. Elieve felt as if she were up on the platform alone with all the island staring at her.

Continued...
 
Elieve turned her back to the crowd to face the temple to keep them from seeing her cry. She knew that now she had no hope and that the high priest would make her the choosen one as soon as he found out how ticklish she was. It would only be a few minutes before the high priest would start tickling her. The high priest had already started tickling the first volenteer. Her laughter sent chills down Elieve's spine. Even the thought of the high priest anywhere near her used to make her upset. Soon the high priest would be touching her skin, ticking her body. This was her worst nightmare come true. She had did her best to prevent this from happening but now there was nothing she could do.

Elieve had managed to stop crying by the time it was her turn to be tickled by the high priest. The high priest could see the tear trails that were on still on her face and knew immediately that she would be a great chosen one. The high priest looked her right in the eye. His eyes were cold, hard, and terrible and could stare right through her. He continued to look into her eyes watching them dilate and water. His eyes seemed to be staring right into her soul. She wanted to look away but she could not.

Then it started. He had distracted her and she was completely unprepared for the tickling. The high priest somehow knew exactly where she was the most ticklish. He went right for the area below her belly button and she burst out laughing. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAAHAA She tried to grab his hand and make him stop but he continued to tickle her with his other hand. The high priest was making her laugh so hard her sides hurt. HHAAHHAAHHHAAAHHAAAAh The tickling made her weak and she fell over. The high priest bent over her to continue tickling her exposed side. She wanted to screem but she couldn't stop laughing. HAHAHAhahahahaaaah. She tried to kick him but he grabed her ankle and pulled her foot up. She was glad he had stopped tickling her for a moment while he was positioning her foot. He removed her sandel and began to tickle her foot. The foot tickling seemed to send shocks through her entire body. Elieve had no idea her foot was that ticklish because noone had ever tickled her there before. He was only tickling one foot but it felt as if he was tickling both of her feet. The tickling was too much for her and she couldn't breathe. Then the tickling stopped as suddenly as it started and he let her foot go.

She continued to lay on the ground with tickling sensations still pulsing through her. She wanted to get up but all she could do was lay there and gigle. The high priest had already moved on to his next tickle victim. The tickling ceremony was over by the time she was standing again. Elieve was trying to listen to what the orator was saying over her heavy breathing. The only thing she heard him say was that she was the new chosen one. Elieve screemed NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. She was going to run but before she had taken even two steps the guards grabed her. Their hands tickled her overstimulated skin and she screemed. AAAHHAaaaaaaaaa They were pulling her into the temple. She was able to get one last look into the crowd where she was able to see Kishia standing among them. She could see that Kishia now was crying. That was the last time she saw her or anyone else she knew in her life before becoming the chosen one.

The high priest turned her life as the chosen one into an unbearble tickle hell. She was always kept on the edge of mental and phyical exhaustion. The high priest had all the time he needed to explore her ticklish body. In time he found all her ticklish spots. On occasions he would dedicate an entire tickle session to tickling just one spot. Elieve hated every second of these torturous tickle sessions. The high priest was able to find ticklish spots on her body that she was not even aware of before. He even seemed to be able to create new ticklish spots in places she knew she was not ticklish. The high priest was able to make her entire body feel ticklish.

All of this was a blur to her now. She could not remember in what order he tickled her to find out all her body's ticklish sercrets. All she knew is that he tickled her and tickled her often in his crewl ways. She no longer cried her self to sleep anymore, she was too exhausted for that. She did all her crying while tied and tickled on the sacrificial alter. She was gratefull for any sleep and rest she was given despite her constant nightmares. The nightmares were not as bad as the real thing. She had been living a real life nightmare for longer then she could remember now. Her flashback ended as she realized where she was.

Anticipation
Elieve was tied to the sacrificial alter of luur awaiting her last day of tickling. She hated being tied down because it made the tickling seem all the more worse since she could not fight back. Her entire body was completely vulnrable laying on her back with her arms and legs spread wide. Her perky breasts pointed to the sky as it grew ever lighter. She knew it would only be a few moments before the high priest would come and start the tickling.

The thought of the tickling starting again sent shivers through her entire body. She had barely recovered from the last tickle session when the high priest would always come and tickle her again. She began to beleive that her only purpose in life was to be tickled. She tried to convince herself that it was for the greater good of the island like the stories told. She wanted to draw strength from that thought like the past chosen ones had done but she could not. She did not beleive in that stuff even when she was a child. She had always beleived that the high priest was nothing more then a cruel monster. Elieve could see with her own eyes that he enjoyed what he was doing to her. The more she suffered the more pleasure he got out of it. She felt she was cursed for being fated to be his tickle slave. She thought about this often before being tickled and it became a mental torture in its' own way.

Elieve turned her head and saw two lesser priests walking toward the alter. They stopped just five feet from her and kneeled down in front of the alter. They were looking right at her when they started chanting something softly. Elieve did not know what they were saying or why they always watched her tickling sessions. She had always hoped that maybe they would help her. They could see her suffering and at times she even begged them to help her when she had the breath to. Never did they help her. All they ever did was watch. She was embarrassed and wished they did not always see her in her state of humiliation. She began to hate them as much as she hated the high priest. She did not understand how they could just watch her like that and all this time never help her.

Elieve's heart started beating faster as she saw the high priest walking up the hill towards her. He came right up to her and stood next to the alter. He opened his feathered robe and one of his servents came up behind him to help him take it off. Underneath his robe the high priest was wearing many necklaces and pendents and a grass skirt with feathers woven into it. He placed both his hands a few inches above her midsection and spread his fingers. He moved both his hands apart until his left hand was above her thighs and his right hand was hovering over her chest. He then slowly raised both his hands to the sky and called out to Luur to accept this offering. Elieve held completely still while he did this trying to brace herself for the coming tickling.

The high priest put his hands down and was staring at her body. Elieve was breathing slowly and deeply trying calm herself before the tickling. He continued to just watch her breathe. She knew he was trying to distract her again and catch her by surprise. She had fallen for this trick too many times and she was not going to let him trick her again. Elieve wanted to break his consetration so she called out to him. She told him to start tickling her ribs which where rhythmicaly moving and teasing him as she breathed deeply.

The high priest moved his hands to tickle her ribs but he knew she was prepared for it. This was his last day to tickle her and he wanted to make sure it was her worst. In all his time as high priest he never saw anyone as ticklish as she was. He did not want to ruin his last day tickling her by starting the session on her terms. He wanted to push her to the edge of insanity right from the start and keep her there all day. Just before he was about to touch her he pulled away and pointed his index finger at her. He had let the nail on that finger grow long and pointy and now he was going to tease her with it.

He let his nail touch her colar bone and he dragged it towards her neck. Elieve was ticklish on every part of her body and this was no exception. She gasped as soon as he touched her and the movement of the long nail on her skin caused her to gigle. Gassseeeeppp hehehehaheha He continued to tease the sides of her neck with his nail as she tried to push his hand away with her head. Her whole body was moving around on the alter as she gigled. Hehehehhahaahehehe He used his other hand to hold her head to one side as he moved his nail to tickle her ear. Elieve had forgotten how ticklish her ear was. The sensations were torturous and all she could do was pull at her bonds. She was trying to kick her legs out of their bonds when one of her sandels fell off. The high priest stopped tickling her ear when he heard her sandel fall. He lightly dragged his nail over her neck and between her collar bones. Elieve was trying to hold still and figure out where he was going to tickle her next. Her eyes grew wide as he slowly dragged his nail between her breasts and over her stomach. She let out a few gigles as he passed over her most ticklish spots. Her whole body was starting to tingle as she got goose bumps all over her skin. She realized where he was going as he traced his nail down her leg. She screemed. NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOO NOT MY FOOT...PLEASE NOT MYYYEEEEEEEEAAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Sheer torture
Her screems truned to laughter as his nail moved past her ankle and onto the sole of her foot. Her foot had a perfectly curved arch and instep and of course they were extreamly ticklish. The high priest used his nail to lightly tickle the pink skin of her arch. Elieve tried scrunching up her foot but it did not stop the tickling. It even seemed to make it worse as he used the nail to tickle in and out of the folds in her foot. She could not stand any amount of foot tickling. She kicked wildly with both her legs even though they were bound. He continued to tickle her foot even as she kicked and laughed. hahahahahah

He stopped tickling her for a moment as he took out a piece of twine. When Elieve saw the twine she started kicking her foot harder. He grabed her foot and looped the twine around her big toe. Elieve screemed. STOP NOOOOO...PLEASE ahaha NOT THAT
He tied the other end off to a hook on the alter and tightened the rope around her ankle. Her poor foot was completely helpless and she knew it. The high priest went back to tickling her sole with his nail. Now all she could do is laugh and maybe wigle her foot a little. The skin on her arch was smooth and soft and perfect for tickling. She could not protect it at all anymore by scrunching up her foot. The light teasing and tickling with the nail just sent her off laughing herself silly. Hahahahahhehehehahahhehehahehehahehe...

He used his nail to trace all the little lines on her the sole of her foot. The sensations were maddening to her and all she could do was laugh and gigle until her sides hurt. ahahahehehehahehe
He continued by raking the nail up and down and side to side on her foot. She was starting to lose her breath from all the laughing and tickling. The high priest then tickled her foot with both hands. His fingers danced on her arch sending ticklish shocks through her whole body. She was gasping for air by the time he stopped to give her a break.

The high priest took out another piece of twine and tied it around the big toe of her other foot. Elieve started screeming before he even touched her. She could still feel the echos of the tickling coming from the other foot when he started on this foot. He was tickling her arch with his fingers and tickling inbetween her toes with his nail. This was torturous beyond all beleif for her and all she could do was laugh and screem. ahahhhhhhhaaaaaaahahahahhahaaaaaahah

The high priest stopped tickling her and removed a long white feather from his headdress. Elieve's whole body shook as soon as the feather touched the skin of her toes. He slowly ran the feather back and forth between her toes. After he finshed tickling each toe he brushed the feather up and down the whole leghth of her foot. While he was tickling one foot with the feather he started tickling the other foot with his nail. The tickling of both feet at the same time was sheer torture for her. Again she was all out of breath by the time he gave her another break.

Elieve did not even have a chance to fully catch her breath by the time he started tickling her again with the feather. He held the feather up to his mouth and lowered his face down to her foot. The feather was barely touching her skin when he started to blow air over the feather. The feather buzzed as it lightly tickled her skin. Elieve let out a quick screem and then she threw her head back. The buzzing of the feather made her whole body feal like it was being tickled. The high priest took in another breath and blew on the feather. She let out another quick screem as it buzzed her skin. He moved his head back to her other foot and blew on the feather. This time she just let out a little squeek before throwing her head from side to side. eeeap

The sun had now risen well over the horizon. Elieve knew her ticklish ordeal had only just begun. Her face was already covered in tears and she felt exhausted. She did not know how much more tickling she could take before she would go insane or die. The high priest had laid the feather aside for now and was giving her a break. A renewed fear of tickling came over her as she saw the high priest's servant come over and hand him a small bowl of palm oil. In a fear filled voice she begged. No Please NO...Have Mercy *sob* No More *sob* Sthohohop

The high priest dipped one finger in the bowl of oil and lightly traced the edge of her foot. He started by lightly spreding oil under her toes and then down the side of her foot. He moved his finger around the edge of her heal and then up the other side of her foot. He dipped his finger in the oil again and traced his finger around the edge of her foot. Elieve was laughing and crying and screeming at the same time. hahahaaahahahaaaaaaahahaha*sob*hehhahaheha*sob*hahaaaaa

The high priest dipped for more oil and slowly painted a sprial on her foot. He started at the edge of her sole and slowly worked his way to the center. Little drips of excess oil ran down her foot and tickled her. The nerves at the center of her sole became hypersensitive but he worked slowly and carefully not to spoil the climax that was forming at the center of her arch. Tears were streaming down Elieve's face as he neared the center. The sensations were overwhelming her and she trembled. His oily finger reached the center of her arch finially giving the overstimulated nerves a chance to release. The sensations hit Elieve's brain like a bolt of lightning. It felt like a thousand little fingers were tickling her poor foot. Her heart and mind were racing and her whole body shook violently. Elieve lost controll of her bladder and she peed herself.

The high priest stopped tickling her and took a step back to watch the effects of his cruel touch. He let out a deep evil laugh as she lost complete controll over her body. She continued writhing on the alter for many minutes afterward. Her body was covered in sweat as she breathed heavily tring to regain some composure.

The high priest's servant came over and gave her some water and wiped away some of the tears and sweat from her face. She could still feel the echos of the tickling coming from her foot. The servant wiped up the small pool of urin from between her legs. Elieve was very embarassed that she had peed herself and the fact that someone else had to clean her up made it even worse. The high priest had done that to her before but she was still as embarassed as she was the first time she peed herself. She begged the servant to help her and let her go. The servant just gathered up his rags and bowls and walked away. His indifference to her suffering made her angry. She thought he was just as cruel as the two priests who always watched her and did nothing.

The servant became the least of her wories as the high priest came back over to torture her feet some more. He dipped his finger in the oil again and started spreading it under the toes of her other foot. Elieve knew he was going to do it again. That monster was going to do it again. Even from the start his oily finger tickled her beyond all she could take. She wanted to avoid another tickle torture at all costs. She would rather pull her foot off then let it suffer another extream tickling. She pulled at her bonds with all her strength. She gritted her teath and let out a loud yelling groan. RRRGGGGGGAAAA

The twine bit into her toe as she pulled. The pain was nothing compared to the tickling. The high priest's extream tickle tortures were worse then any pain she had ever felt. He stopped spreading oil on her foot but she continued to pull. He had to grab her whole leg to keep her from pulling out of her bonds. Her whole body lifted up off the alter from the tension in her muscles. She was fighting him like an insane animal. Blood was trickling down her foot from her toe when the twine broke. She continued to struggle and resist against her bonds. The high priest starting tickling her lower belly to get her back under his control. The tickling knocked the wind out of her and she fell back down on the altar. Soon she was too out of breath to resist anymore.

He stopped tickling her and went to inspect her foot. It still had some blood from her toe mixed in with the oil on it. He was shocked when he discovered that her foot did not appear to be ticklish anymore. Her strugling had cut off the circulation so she could not really feel anything in her foot. He became very angry at her and started tickling her other foot again which was still as ticklish as ever. She let out a screem and then some more laughter. aaaaaaaaaaahhahahahaha

The high priest did not tickle her long. He was tired of tickling her feet and wanted to really teach her a lesson for that act of resistance. The sun was now climbing higher in the sky and it was now clearly mid-morning. He picked up his feather and went over to look her in the eye. She had lost that look of innocence she used to have. Her eyes where now as cold and hard as his. Innocent or not he could still put fear in her eyes.

He used the tip of the feather to tease her ticklish nose. She tried to fight the smile but she could not help it. He moved the feather over her neck and brushed it past her breasts. Her breasts were extreamly ticklish and she hated it when he used the feather on them. With the stimulation her already perky breasts became more erect. Her nipples hardened with the slightest touch of the feather. She gasped for air each time the feather passed over them. He lightly teased them with the very edge of the feather. She arched her back to bring her breasts into full contact with the feather. The lighter the teasing was the more it tickled her. He could see that she hated every second of the teasing but he also knew she must enjoy it at some level. He passed the feather one more time over her breasts and then down her side.

Elieve's sides were also very ticklish. He slowly brushed the feather up and down her side from her hip to her arm pit. The feather made her gigle as it softly bushed against her skin. Her gigling turned to laughter as the feather passed over her more ticklish spots. Her body was becoming more ticklish with each touch. Her laughter was becoming louder and her eyes were watering. She knew the feather was only priming her for more intence tickling. She continued laughing not expecting when it would come. hehehehhahahahahahhaahahahaheheha

She let out a loud screem as his fingers dug into the sides of her hip and lower abdomen. AAAAAAAAHHHAAAAA
The feather was still softly tickling the side of her breast when his fingers touched her. She tried to roll to one side to stop the tickling but her bonds were too tight. He continued to tease her with the feather while he used his other hand to give her a deeper tickling. Elieve had to deal with two sensations at once. She could not fight them both and gave into the sensations. She arched her back and her body partially lifted off the alter. His figers dug deeper into her side as she her screems turned to moans. He dropped his feather and then used his hand to tickle the side of her rib cage. His fingers tickled on top of and inbetween each rib. The tickling was overly torturous to her as it drowned out any sence of pleasure she was getting from her coming orgasm. She became weak as her climax neared and her body fell back to the alter. He moved his hand from her hip and reached over to the other side of her rib cage. His fingers dig into her ribs and she gasped as it knocked the wind out of her. Even her lungs felt ticklish and she could not draw in breath. Her whole body jerked as her orgasm failed and she didn't climax. She wanted to screem louder then she ever screemed before but her lungs did not respond. The tickling overhwhelmed her mind and she thought she was going to die as her last defences failed.

Elieve did not notice when the high priest had stopped tickling her. She laid still on the alter as she managed to draw in a breath. Her ribs still ached with tickling as her lungs expanded. Her body was covered with sweat and she felt more exhausted then she had ever felt in her life. She could still feel his hands on her ticklish body even though he had not touched her for quite some time now. Elieve just concentrated on her breathing trying to rebuild her defences. She knew the tickling was not over. She knew that cruel monster would come and tickle her again. She no longer feared death, only tickling. She only feared that she would be forced to live and endure endless tickling. She would welcome death with open arms if death promised not to tickle her.

She was still breathing heavily when he started lightly touching her arm pit. Elieve tried to brace herself for a new round tickling but her defences were gone. The high priest had control of both her mind and body. He could do anything to her he wanted to. She was totally at his mercy. Elieve had to take without resistance any tickling he gave. This was beyond torturous for someone who hated to be tickled as much as she did. She had never felt so helpless in her life.

The high priest started painting oil on the edges of her arm pit. She had no will to resist and just gigled and squealed. heheheeehheeaaheh He was using the oil to paint a spiral of tickles in her arm pit in the same way he had tortured her foot. Elieve gasped with each touch. She could not fight anymore and she just had to take it. She wished for death or anything that would end the tickling. As he neared the bottom of the hollow of her arm pit the torture really began to take its' toll on her mind. She forgot who she was and why she was being tickled. Her over sensitive nerves at the center of her arm pit screemed when he touched them. Her mind seemed to impode at that point and she slipped in to a deep ticklish trance.

A short break
The sun was very high in the sky now. The high priest knew that more then half the day was already gone. He wanted to tickle her some more but he too needed a break. His body was covered in sweat when he put her in a trance. He walked away from the alter and took a bowl of water from his servant. He sat down and thought about how he was going to finish his last tickle session with Elieve. He had already taken her beyond any point he had ever taken her before. He wanted to continue tickle torturing her for the rest of the day but he did not want to push her beyond insanity until the very end. He knew what he was doing was very dangerous and that he could kill her if he was not careful. He had never killed a ticklee before and he did not want Elieve to his first.

The two lesser priests that had been watching the tickle session stood up and walked up to the altar. They untied Elieve from her bonds. They knew it was safe to untie her as long as she was in a trance she could not run away. She looked to be half dead except that she was gigling from time to time. They rolled her to one side and replaced the tattered palm leaves that were under her. They let her lay on the altar untied for a while to give her ticklish body some rest.

The high priest eventually walked back over to the altar. He rolled her back onto her back and began to tie her down again. He wanted to get back to tickling her for the day was almost over. He awakened Elieve from her trance by pouring cold water on her body. The shock of the cold jolted her awake and she knew exactly what was going on.

Insanity
The tickling was starting again, this time on her belly. There was a small pool of water left in her belly button and it felt ticklish. The water rippled and spilt down her side as her toned belly twitched and quivered under his touch. Elieve still had no denfence against the tickling. She could not fight the sensations but just had to laugh with them. She did not want to laugh, she really wanted to cry but the laughter was uncontrollable. ha ahaha ahhhaa

Elieve had been tickled all day and she was at her wits end. She had lost control of her body and her mind. She did not know how much more tickling she could take. She began to feal as if insanity was covering over her like a ticklish blanket. She felt as if the end were near and that her mind could take no more. Insanity was about to take her when the tickling stopped.

Elieve began to just cry. She knew this was only just another break. She wished he would just finish her off. It would not take much, she had no defence at all. But the high priest did not finish her. He wanted to prolong her suffering. He would tickle her for a few minutes and then just before she would go insane he would stop and give her a rest. He was mostly tickling her belly now. Her belly was best for short quick tickles. He alternated between soft tickling and deeper tickling to drive her wild. This destroyed her mind little by little but he did not finish her.

The sun was now low in the sky when the high priest gave her a longer the usual rest. Elieve hoped that this would be the last of it. She had managed to survive all day but she would rather die now then take just one more second of tickling. She was so tired she couldn't even move. Even without the bonds she wouldn't be able to get get away. Her body was covered in a cold sweat and she looked pale.

The high priest started tickling her again. He slowly draged his fingers over her ribs and down across her belly. She was too weak to squirm. Her muscles could only twitch lightly under his touch. He poured the remainder of the oil on her abdomen and began knead her belly. The minutes fell dead making each touch feel like an eternity of tickling. Insanity was taking her. She closed her eyes as the world around her began to disapear. She sensed nothing except for the tickling. Tickling invaded all her thoughts and she forgot everything. Even her hate of tickling was forgotten. Evenything lost all meaning and then her mind was gone.

Sunset
The sun had set behind the horizon. The oil and sweat made her body glisten in the fading light. She looked like a dead angel laying there on the altar. But she was not dead. Her chest rose ever so slightly as she breathed. She was only in a trance. The lesser priests untied her from her bonds. Two strong men walked up to the altar carrying a strecher covered in flowers for the chosen one. The priests took some of the flowers and sprinkled the pedals on her body. She was then placed on the stretcher. The two strong men slowly walked away as they carryied her down the hill.

The high priest was very pleased with himself. He had tickled another chosen one beyond insanity. Tickling Elieve was his master piece. There has never been a better ticklee before or since. He looked over at her for one last time knowing that he would never see her again. She would be exiled from the island to a place only Luur knows where. She would remember little or nothing of what had happened to her. It was time for him to move on. The high priest would have to pick a new chosen one tonight. Luur demands a new ticklee and he would not disappoint.

(Part two will be posted in about one week)
 
Wow! I thouroughly enjoyed this one, Novus. Your description of Elieve's anticipation and anxiety is excellent! I also loved the long nail and use of palm oil :). I could have gone without the blood and urine, but that's just a personal preference. Very nice job. I can't wait for part 2! Many thanks
 
Thanks for the complements soleshine. This is only my first tickling novel so I really appreciate the feedback. I tried to put a little of everything into this story to cover all my bases.

I am almost done writing part two. I am shooting to have it posted by Saturday.
 
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The novel is now complete. All three parts are now available. Enjoy.
 
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