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...
(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...