The following is the shortest of the three naratives. This time the descriptive tickling scene is in the beginning and then the conclusion of the novel.
(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: 20 - 25 minutes
Ticklers in the hands of an angry god
Part3:
Tickling Emily as the Chosen One
Emily was roused from her sleep early the next morning by two of the temple guards. Emily opened her eyes when she felt them touching her. It was dark in her room and she could not see well. There was some faint light coming from the single window of her room. Emily pulled her hand up to her face and rubbed her eyes. She looked down at the men and noticed that they were untying her feet. They had already untied her hands so she tried to sit up. She was feeling very naked once again she tried to cover herself with the scrapes of clothing that were still on the table. She covered her breasts with one scrap of cloth but it would not stay and she had to hold it up with her hand. She pulled on the scrap of panty that was still between her legs hoping that it would cover more of her body. She felt embarrassed at her appearance and she wanted to cover up more.
As soon as the guards finished untying her feet she pulled them up underneath her. She reassuringly rubbed her foot not wanting them to be tickled again. She was very ticklish all over her body but she didn't mind being tickled. Infact she even liked it but she could not stand to have her feet tickled. It was sheer torture for her. Emily hoped they would never touch her poor feet again.
One of the men gave Emily some water to drink so she could regain her strength for her coming tickling. After she finished her water they gave her a pair of sandels to wear. She put them loosly on her feet and hopped off the table. The men urged her to follow them and she did as they wanted without resistance. They led her out the room and down a long hall. Emily did not know where they were taking her or what they were going to do to her. They led her outside and up steep trail. The trail was dificult for Emily and she kept falling behind. The men continued to push her onward up the hill to the tickling alter. Emily was nearly out of breath when they reached the top. She began to feel anxious when she saw the alter. She knew in her heart that they were going to tie her down again and tickle her. One of the men pointed to the altar and urged her get on it. She was trying to get up when he grabed her under her arms to help her up. His fingers tickled her and she wanted to laugh but she held it in. Emily pulled her legs up and laid down on her back. The men soon tied her down and walked away.
Emily tossed in her mind over and over why she let them tie her down again. She knew now what was in store for her but she let them tie her up anyway. She thought about how foolish she was being. They were surely going to tickle her feet again. She did not understand what was pulling her forward making her get into one ticklish situation after another. The tickling she had been recieving was pure torture yet something inside her made want more. It was an insatiable craving for endless tickle torture that seemed to taking over her mind. Emily wished she was not so ticklish. When she was not being tickled silly she felt empty. She felt hopeless that she would never find herself. Living without tickling was torture but being tickled was torturous beyond all she beleived.
The craving in her was particularly strong at that time and she was eagerly anticipated the coming tickling with giddiness. She felt the butterflies in her stomach and they even seemed to be tickling her. She moaned with delight at the thought that she would soon be tickled all over her body. She stretched out on the altar and twisted against her bonds. She could already feel imaginary hands and feathers tickling her skin. She was drunk with thoughts of tickling. Her wait on the altar seemed to be endless. She was tied and helpless and she desperately wanted to be tickled. The wait was torturous knowing that she would soon be fulfilled but not soon enough.
She was driving herself crazy as she eagerly watched two men walk over to her and kneel down in front of the alter. Her heart started pounding when she saw the man in the feather robe approach. She drooled with excitement in the anticipation and tried to swallow. Emily felt a rush of energy shoot through her body and she could not lay still any more. She pulled against her bonds and tried to squirm off the altar. He had not even touched her yet and she was already in a fit.
The high priest saw her writhing on the alter where he knew he was going to have one of the greatest times breaking her down. He took off his robe and walked right up next to her. He placed his hands over her midsection and spread his fingers. Before he could move his hands she reared up her body and brushed up against his hand with her belly. It tickled her and she quickly jerked away. The high priest finished the starting ritual and raised up his hands to the sky and called out to Luur to accept this offering. He had never seen a chosen one this eager at the start of a tickling ceremony before. He was going to tickle her long and hard and make her beg for mercy. The fear and desperation he saw in her last night was gone. He disliked the fact that she was not under his control but he knew enough tickling could soon fix that.
He decided not to start with teasing and went right at her with all he had. He grabed at her wiggling midsecion and tickled the sides of her belly with both hands. Her whole body quivered as his fingers firmly dug into her skin. He moved his fingers slowly and firmly giving her a very deep tickling that she could feel in her kidneys. She giggled and then laughed as hard as she could. hhehehehehahahahAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHa She got the release she was looking for as she lost controll of her body. She jerked her body from side to side as he tickled her. He slowly inched his fingers around her belly button and continued to give her a very deep tickling. She laughed uncontrollably as she felt tickling move to each of her organs. HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA AHHAHAHAHAHh HAHAHAHAHhaah She threw her head from side to side when his probing fingers tickled her intestines. The slight hunger she felt made it tickle even more. She felt like he was tickling her from the inside, tickling her in the most upclose and personal way possible.
She stopped thrashing and tensed all her muscles trying to repel his probing fingers. She stretched out exposing her belly more to the tickling as she used her muscles to push his fingers away from her ticklish organs. Her actions had an effect and the tickling abated abit. He was still tickling her enough to make her laugh and giggle. Hahahahahaha hehehehehahaha Emily did not understand why she did what she did next but she told herself not to do it over and over again. Somehow something pushed her forward and she did it anyway. She relaxed her muscles letting the deepest most torturous tickling resume. His fingers dug deeply into her abdomen and tickled her worse then ever. She laughed so hard her sides began to hurt and she lost the stregnth to push him away again. She was powerless to midigate the any of the tickling. She purposefully had gotten herself into the worst tickling situation in her life and now she had to pay for it.
He wiggled his fingers as they sunk deeper into her abdomen. All she could do was laugh as he tickled her deeply and massaged her belly button. HAHAHAHAHHAAHHAAHHAA All of Emily's insides were extreamly ticklish and he gave them a thorough working over. She nearly lost herself in an orgasm as the tickling moved below her belly button and he tickled her uterus. She gasped deeply with each touch. She became super sensitive to each tickle. The tickling was so deep she could feel it in her thoat when she laughed. HAHAAHAA HHAAHHAAHHAA He really had her when his fingers found her bladder. It was nealy full and she urinated herself as soon as he started tickling it. Her whole body shook and jerked as he tickled her bladder. The urine squirted out in bursts and got all over her legs. Emily was so hysterical at that time she did not even notice or care. Her face had turned beet red and tears streamed down from her eyes. She was still laughing deeply through her labored breathing and crying. He finially stopped tickling her to give her some rest before she passed out.
She felt ticklish all inside her and it became worse now that he had stopped tickling her. Her belly rippled with light giggles as he removed his hands from her abdomen. The echos of the tickling slowly diminished and she was able stop laughing and catch her breath. Even though she was hot and sweaty the craving in her still begged for more. She did not know what had gotten into her to make her want to be tortured more like that. She was torn between being tickle tortured silly and her insatiable desire to be tickled silly.
The high priest's servant came over to her and cleaned up some of her sweat and tears. He wiped her face clean with cool water and then he wiped up all the urine. The high priest came back over and ordered the servant away. He looked at her pink face and neck and checked to see if she was fearfull of more tickling. She breathed deeply as she stared back at him. There was no fear in her eyes and he thought her will must be strong to endure such tickling. As she breathed he noticed her ample breasts pointing up at him. He knew it was time to tickle them next.
He lightly dragged his fingers up the side of her breast to her nipple. Emily let out some giggles when he first touched her but she soon started squeeling as he fingered her nipple. hehe hehe heeeeeeeeheheeh He used his nail to tease the edges of her breast as he contined to tickle her nipple. Her breasts shook with each laugh which tickled her even more. The skin on her breasts was the most sensitive on her body making the slightest touch tickle like crazy. She quickly became aroused by the tickling and her nipples hardened. She tried to move and squirm her breasts out of his reach but there was nothing she could do except take it. Emily could not stand all the light teasing and tickling she got on her breasts. In her laughter she called out to him. hahahaha Stop haha Thaat hahah Tickles hahahahahah PLeeease hahah Sthahap hahaha eeeep
She heart skipped a beet when he used his nail to tickle her nipple. She rocked her chest back and forth trying to jiggle her breast away from his nail. He firmly grabed her breast with one hand to hold it still and continued to tickle away at her nipple. It tickled so much she could not even laugh. She could only let out a few squeeks and screems between her gasps for air. eeeeep eeeaaah haaah She let out a quick screem as he lightly flicked the tip of her nipple with his nail. aaaehhh He then used his nail to lightly trace the edge of her nipple. Emily continued to giggle and screem as he concentrated on tickling her nipple. Hehehehe eeep hahahaehehe heheheeeeeep The tickling then moved slowly down the side of her breast to the valley of her chest. His fingers lightly tapped on her chest plate and sent strange tickling sensations through her entire body. She was exceptionably ticklish here and it drove her totally wild. She couldn't stand it and she tried to toss herself over. She pulled against her bonds and screemed with ticklish laughter. HAHAHAAAAAHAHAHHHAAAAHAH HHAAAHHAHHHHHHHAAAA
Emily thoroughly lost herself in the tickling. She was so ticklish all over her body that she lost complete controll over every part of her. She felt utterly defenseless to every touch. She was frightened of what was happening to her but somehow she was fulfilleded and at ease with herself. Only the most intence tickling could melt away her cravings that had imprisioned her all her life. She finally broke free of her internal restraints. She recieved what she was longing for and found her soul. The dam had burst, never again would she hold back. The tickling had elevated her to a state of nirvana and no amount of torture could unhinge her.
The high priest tickled her with ever greater zeal. He could not break her or even make her weary. She laughed and screemed with every touch but he not could make her cry in desperation. He had already tickled her pink. She was hot and sweaty and her hair was disheveled and in her face but there was no sence of urgency about her movements. It seemed as if she could wiggle and writhe under his touch forever. He had given her almost everything he had and he woried that she would be too much for him in the end.
The urgency was in him when he started tickling her arm pits. He had not patients to tease her and just dug his fingers vigorously into her. Emily was still just laughing, laughing without a care in the world. HAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAAAAAAHAHHHAAH She was in an other world. She was tickled so much already it gave her amazing pleasure to be tickled some more. Only when the tickling stopped would she be tortured again. Her arm jerked uncontrollably as his fingers tickled all the way deep into her joint. He tickled her in both of her arm pits and all she did was laugh. HAHAHAHAHAH She just laughed and laughed and laughed even though her lungs ached and pleaded for some rest. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHaa She was glad he did not give her rest because she did not want the tickling to ever stop.
He became desperate that he still did not have her under his controll so he started squeezing the sides of her rib cage with his hands. He tickled her deep and hard moving his fingers all over her ribs. She was beyond ticklish at this point and her muscles jerked and tenced in rapid succession. He had never seen anyone endure so much tickling and yet not crack. She laughed and at times called out to him in her native tongue. HAHhhahahahahahah Tickle Me hahahahahah More hahahah MOre hahahha Please more hahahhahahhhhhhhaha He did not understand her. He thought she might be breaking when he wedged his hands underneath her and tickled her back. He twitched his finger with the nail and sent ticklish tingles all throughout her body. Her laughter turned back to squealing and giggling. hahehehehheeee heeheeehhhheeeee Her whole body skook with pleasure when he tickled her back. She screemed out to him for more. AAAAAAAAhhhhhhaaa MOOOORRE Pleeease Morre hahahaha
His eyes burned red with anger that she was still sane. He still did not have control over her. There seemed to be nothing that could break her. He looked down at he feet and remembered that he had not tickled them yet. He smiled when he remebered how she reacted to the last time he tickled her feet. Emily's final trial by tickling had come.
The high priest stopped tickling her and walked down by her feet. He grabbed her foot and tied up her toes. Emily knew she was in for it when touched her feet. She screemed when he scrached the nail up her foot. HAAAAAAHAAAA It tickled her and sent her to new hieghts of pleasure. He tickled her sole quickly and lightly with his nail and then tickled her slowly and deeply. She never stopped laughing and giggling. hhhhahaahahahahehe hehehehehehehaha It should have tortured her but it delighted her insted. Her feet were unbelievably ticklish yet she eagerly lapped up each sensation.
He took out a bowl of palm oil and started spreading it on her toes. He made sure to get some inbetween each and every toe and in every wrinkle. He tickled her with his oily finger as he spread it all over her foot. It was unbearably ticklish and she laughed continuely. hahahahahahahaha He painted the oil in a spiral on her foot starting at the edge of her sole and working inwards to the center of her arch. All the ticklishness in her entire body became focused on that one spot. Emily could feel the anticipation building and could not wait for him to set her going. When he reached the center of her foot she stopped laughing and she trembled. She let out a deep moan and started hyperventilating. She was hit with a double orgasim and she cummed. Emily never felt so much pleasure. She was filled with mind numing delight and she forgot everything. Her body finally gave out on her and she passed out.
The Wrath of Luur
The high priest did not know if he had broken her or not. She squirmed and shook with such fury that he could not imagine that not breaking her. No one could go through that and still remain sane he thought or could they. There was still doubt in his mind. If that did not break her he would have to think of some new ways to tickle her. This was only her first day as the chosen one. He could still tickle her for many more days. Luur will surely be pleased with him he thought.
Then he heard what sounded like thunder in the distance but there was not a cloud in the sky. He looked nervously around for a minute and then looked back down at Emily's body. She was unconscious but still breathing. He thought it might be best if he untied her and had her brought back to the temple. He sent his servant to go fetch the stretcher and started to untie her from the altar. Then he heard another clap of thunder that was very close by. The lesser priests stood up and ran away. The high priest was left alone with Emily's naked body on the altar.
He heard the sound of footsteps coming up the trail. It was one of the pale strangers and the hight priest feared that he come to take back his woman. He could not let him take the chosen one. He had to tickle her some more to please Luur. It was William and he was exceedingly angry when he saw Emily laying naked on the alter. William ran right up to the high priest and punched him in the face as hard as he could. He took it hard on the chin and was knocked flat onto his back. William ran over to the altar and cut away Emily's bonds with his knife. He tried to wake her up she was still unconscious. He picked her up off the altar and carried her on his shoulder. The high priest was struggling to get up when he called out for his temple guards. Two guards ran at William. He reached for his pistol and shot one of them in the chest killing him dead on the ground. The other guard ran away for his life and the high priest was cowering hiding behind the altar.
William ran down the trail carring Emily with him. He came down the hill as quickly as he could. The trail opened on the field near the temple. There was no one in sight so he ran with down the field all the way to the beach. He carried Emily to the beach where there was a boat with a few other men waiting for them. William waded into the water and placed Emily in the boat. He pushed the boat into deeper water and jumped in it. He covered Emily with a blanket and helped the men row the boat back to the ship.
The high priest had to get the chosen one back. He ran down the hill after William. When he reached the end of the trail he saw William running down the field. The high priest ran into the temple to get more of his men. He had gotten five of his guards to together and told them not to come back without the chosen one. As soon as they left the ground began to shake. The whole temple was shaking and the high priest fell on the ground. He cried out to Luur for forgiveness. A huge sink hole opened up and swallowed the temple. The high priest of Luur was buried alive.
The boat had only just pulled up along side the Quill when the sea became very angry. William heard distant screems coming from the island. He looked over and saw dark smoke rising over the island. He picked up Emily and with the help of the crew got her on board the Quill. The rowboat was swamped by a large wave as soon as he climbed up onto the ship. He quickly carried Emily below deck into her cabin. The crew raised the anchor and unfurled the sails and the Quill began sail out of the lagoon. Huge waves slamed the ship and rocked it back forth.
The captian looked in astonishment as he saw a towering wall of water loom over the island. The wave grew taller and steeper as bore down on the island. The wave crested and broke over the island in blinding flash of foam. Seconds later the wall of foam and water slamed into the Quill. It towered over the masts and tore the sails. The quill was swamped and carried out to sea by the giant wave. The wave ebbed when ship was almost sunk. All was calm and there was no sign of the island.
The Survivors
The captian made note in his log that the island that they had just discovered the day before is no more. It was swallowed by the sea and they had bearly escaped with their own lives. Repairs were made to the Quill and he had no choice but to sail on to the colony. The colony was three weeks away by his best estimate and he hoped the few supplies they had secured from the natives would last.
Emily awoke from her sleep the next day. She was laying in her bed with William by her side. At first she thought it was all some strange dream. Was she really tickled she thought. But it was too real to be a dream. Emily asked William were she was and what happened to her. William told her she was safe back in her cabin and that he had to rescue her from the natives. He told her it was a long story and he would explain it to her another time. She wispered to herself that it was not a dream, she really had been tickled. She closed her eyes and fell back to sleep dreaming of more ticklish times.
Over the next few days Emily returned to her past normal life as the rich daughter of a merchant. She was tortured in her mind. She had seen the bliss of tickling and wanted more. She knew she could not get any for long time or maybe never again. She became depressed but she held it in not leting anyone know of her desires. All she could do to amuse herself was to tickle herself with the feather when she had the chance to. It was not the same and she only giggled when she used it on her feet.
The ship had sailed for four days when the lookout spotted a raft floating in the water. Laying on the raft was one of the native girls. As far as they knew she only survivor from the island. The men went onto the raft. The girl was only semi conscious and very dehydrated. They brought her onto the ship where none of them thought she would live. When Emily heard that a native girl was found she rushed onto the deck to see her. The men were discussing what to do with her when Emily boldly told them to take the girl to her cabin. Two of the men carried the girl below deck and placed her on Emily's bed. Emily stayed with her day and night for many days caring for her as she slipped in and out of consciousness.
The native girl finially woke and Emily comforted her as best she could. The girl was regaining her strength and she would surely live. Emily tried talking to her often even though she could not understand the girl's language. She was able to get her name. Her name was Elieve, the girl said her name was Elieve. Emily became very attatched to Elieve and called her Eve for short. Emily gave her one of her dresses to wear which was abit large on her because she was thinner then Emily. During the rest of the voyage Emily and Elieve were inseparable. Elieve even began to pick up a little bit of English. Emily still had tickling on her mind but she never tried to tickle Elieve. Emily could tell that she did not like to be touched and that tickling her would just be too much.
The sailing was good and the ship reached the colony in only 17 days. William escorted Emily and Elieve to her father's Estate. Emily finally heard the story of how he saved her when William told her father about the adventure, minus any tickling that is. He gave William a large reward for saving Emily. He stayed a few nights at the estate and then left on another ship. Emily never saw William again. Emily asked her father if he could let Elieve stay and live with them on the Estate. Emily was an only child and he always did what she asked of him. Emily and Elieve became like sisters.
Over the course of a year Emily taught Elieve English and the proper ways of etiquette in the west. There was one word that Elieve did not know. She had no idea what the word for tickle was and did not care to ever learn it. She had recovered most of her past memories and she was traumatized by them. She was destroyed by the high priest and so was Emily but in a different way. Emily still craved to be tickled and she tickled herself everyday. Elieve heard giggling coming from Emily's room one day and went inside to see what she was doing. Elieve was shocked to see that Emily was using a feather to tickle her feet. She quickly turned away and ran down the hall. Emily put the feather down and ran after her.
Elieve ran into her own room and sitting on the bed. Emily walked in and sat down next to her. Emily asked what was wrong but she did not say. Emily pulled up her leg so that her bare foot was just under her other leg. Emily took Elieve's hand and guided it over to her toes that were peaking out from under her leg. Emily was smiling when Elieve's hand touched her foot. Emily wispered into Elieve's ear that it tickled. Elieve looked over at Emily's smiling face and saw how happy she was. Elieve started to smile herself and wispered tickle. Elieve's fingers started moving and she tickled Emily's foot. Emily started giggling and Elieve tickled her more at the sound of her voice. hehehe hehehehehehehehehe Elieve stopped tickling her and gave Emily a hug. The curse of high priest had been broken. From that day onward Elieve tickled Emily for a few minutes everyday. Emily and Elieve eventually moved back to Europe. How their experiances affected western culture is not fully known.
The End
(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: 20 - 25 minutes
Ticklers in the hands of an angry god
Part3:
Tickling Emily as the Chosen One
Emily was roused from her sleep early the next morning by two of the temple guards. Emily opened her eyes when she felt them touching her. It was dark in her room and she could not see well. There was some faint light coming from the single window of her room. Emily pulled her hand up to her face and rubbed her eyes. She looked down at the men and noticed that they were untying her feet. They had already untied her hands so she tried to sit up. She was feeling very naked once again she tried to cover herself with the scrapes of clothing that were still on the table. She covered her breasts with one scrap of cloth but it would not stay and she had to hold it up with her hand. She pulled on the scrap of panty that was still between her legs hoping that it would cover more of her body. She felt embarrassed at her appearance and she wanted to cover up more.
As soon as the guards finished untying her feet she pulled them up underneath her. She reassuringly rubbed her foot not wanting them to be tickled again. She was very ticklish all over her body but she didn't mind being tickled. Infact she even liked it but she could not stand to have her feet tickled. It was sheer torture for her. Emily hoped they would never touch her poor feet again.
One of the men gave Emily some water to drink so she could regain her strength for her coming tickling. After she finished her water they gave her a pair of sandels to wear. She put them loosly on her feet and hopped off the table. The men urged her to follow them and she did as they wanted without resistance. They led her out the room and down a long hall. Emily did not know where they were taking her or what they were going to do to her. They led her outside and up steep trail. The trail was dificult for Emily and she kept falling behind. The men continued to push her onward up the hill to the tickling alter. Emily was nearly out of breath when they reached the top. She began to feel anxious when she saw the alter. She knew in her heart that they were going to tie her down again and tickle her. One of the men pointed to the altar and urged her get on it. She was trying to get up when he grabed her under her arms to help her up. His fingers tickled her and she wanted to laugh but she held it in. Emily pulled her legs up and laid down on her back. The men soon tied her down and walked away.
Emily tossed in her mind over and over why she let them tie her down again. She knew now what was in store for her but she let them tie her up anyway. She thought about how foolish she was being. They were surely going to tickle her feet again. She did not understand what was pulling her forward making her get into one ticklish situation after another. The tickling she had been recieving was pure torture yet something inside her made want more. It was an insatiable craving for endless tickle torture that seemed to taking over her mind. Emily wished she was not so ticklish. When she was not being tickled silly she felt empty. She felt hopeless that she would never find herself. Living without tickling was torture but being tickled was torturous beyond all she beleived.
The craving in her was particularly strong at that time and she was eagerly anticipated the coming tickling with giddiness. She felt the butterflies in her stomach and they even seemed to be tickling her. She moaned with delight at the thought that she would soon be tickled all over her body. She stretched out on the altar and twisted against her bonds. She could already feel imaginary hands and feathers tickling her skin. She was drunk with thoughts of tickling. Her wait on the altar seemed to be endless. She was tied and helpless and she desperately wanted to be tickled. The wait was torturous knowing that she would soon be fulfilled but not soon enough.
She was driving herself crazy as she eagerly watched two men walk over to her and kneel down in front of the alter. Her heart started pounding when she saw the man in the feather robe approach. She drooled with excitement in the anticipation and tried to swallow. Emily felt a rush of energy shoot through her body and she could not lay still any more. She pulled against her bonds and tried to squirm off the altar. He had not even touched her yet and she was already in a fit.
The high priest saw her writhing on the alter where he knew he was going to have one of the greatest times breaking her down. He took off his robe and walked right up next to her. He placed his hands over her midsection and spread his fingers. Before he could move his hands she reared up her body and brushed up against his hand with her belly. It tickled her and she quickly jerked away. The high priest finished the starting ritual and raised up his hands to the sky and called out to Luur to accept this offering. He had never seen a chosen one this eager at the start of a tickling ceremony before. He was going to tickle her long and hard and make her beg for mercy. The fear and desperation he saw in her last night was gone. He disliked the fact that she was not under his control but he knew enough tickling could soon fix that.
He decided not to start with teasing and went right at her with all he had. He grabed at her wiggling midsecion and tickled the sides of her belly with both hands. Her whole body quivered as his fingers firmly dug into her skin. He moved his fingers slowly and firmly giving her a very deep tickling that she could feel in her kidneys. She giggled and then laughed as hard as she could. hhehehehehahahahAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHa She got the release she was looking for as she lost controll of her body. She jerked her body from side to side as he tickled her. He slowly inched his fingers around her belly button and continued to give her a very deep tickling. She laughed uncontrollably as she felt tickling move to each of her organs. HAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA AHHAHAHAHAHh HAHAHAHAHhaah She threw her head from side to side when his probing fingers tickled her intestines. The slight hunger she felt made it tickle even more. She felt like he was tickling her from the inside, tickling her in the most upclose and personal way possible.
She stopped thrashing and tensed all her muscles trying to repel his probing fingers. She stretched out exposing her belly more to the tickling as she used her muscles to push his fingers away from her ticklish organs. Her actions had an effect and the tickling abated abit. He was still tickling her enough to make her laugh and giggle. Hahahahahaha hehehehehahaha Emily did not understand why she did what she did next but she told herself not to do it over and over again. Somehow something pushed her forward and she did it anyway. She relaxed her muscles letting the deepest most torturous tickling resume. His fingers dug deeply into her abdomen and tickled her worse then ever. She laughed so hard her sides began to hurt and she lost the stregnth to push him away again. She was powerless to midigate the any of the tickling. She purposefully had gotten herself into the worst tickling situation in her life and now she had to pay for it.
He wiggled his fingers as they sunk deeper into her abdomen. All she could do was laugh as he tickled her deeply and massaged her belly button. HAHAHAHAHHAAHHAAHHAA All of Emily's insides were extreamly ticklish and he gave them a thorough working over. She nearly lost herself in an orgasm as the tickling moved below her belly button and he tickled her uterus. She gasped deeply with each touch. She became super sensitive to each tickle. The tickling was so deep she could feel it in her thoat when she laughed. HAHAAHAA HHAAHHAAHHAA He really had her when his fingers found her bladder. It was nealy full and she urinated herself as soon as he started tickling it. Her whole body shook and jerked as he tickled her bladder. The urine squirted out in bursts and got all over her legs. Emily was so hysterical at that time she did not even notice or care. Her face had turned beet red and tears streamed down from her eyes. She was still laughing deeply through her labored breathing and crying. He finially stopped tickling her to give her some rest before she passed out.
She felt ticklish all inside her and it became worse now that he had stopped tickling her. Her belly rippled with light giggles as he removed his hands from her abdomen. The echos of the tickling slowly diminished and she was able stop laughing and catch her breath. Even though she was hot and sweaty the craving in her still begged for more. She did not know what had gotten into her to make her want to be tortured more like that. She was torn between being tickle tortured silly and her insatiable desire to be tickled silly.
The high priest's servant came over to her and cleaned up some of her sweat and tears. He wiped her face clean with cool water and then he wiped up all the urine. The high priest came back over and ordered the servant away. He looked at her pink face and neck and checked to see if she was fearfull of more tickling. She breathed deeply as she stared back at him. There was no fear in her eyes and he thought her will must be strong to endure such tickling. As she breathed he noticed her ample breasts pointing up at him. He knew it was time to tickle them next.
He lightly dragged his fingers up the side of her breast to her nipple. Emily let out some giggles when he first touched her but she soon started squeeling as he fingered her nipple. hehe hehe heeeeeeeeheheeh He used his nail to tease the edges of her breast as he contined to tickle her nipple. Her breasts shook with each laugh which tickled her even more. The skin on her breasts was the most sensitive on her body making the slightest touch tickle like crazy. She quickly became aroused by the tickling and her nipples hardened. She tried to move and squirm her breasts out of his reach but there was nothing she could do except take it. Emily could not stand all the light teasing and tickling she got on her breasts. In her laughter she called out to him. hahahaha Stop haha Thaat hahah Tickles hahahahahah PLeeease hahah Sthahap hahaha eeeep
She heart skipped a beet when he used his nail to tickle her nipple. She rocked her chest back and forth trying to jiggle her breast away from his nail. He firmly grabed her breast with one hand to hold it still and continued to tickle away at her nipple. It tickled so much she could not even laugh. She could only let out a few squeeks and screems between her gasps for air. eeeeep eeeaaah haaah She let out a quick screem as he lightly flicked the tip of her nipple with his nail. aaaehhh He then used his nail to lightly trace the edge of her nipple. Emily continued to giggle and screem as he concentrated on tickling her nipple. Hehehehe eeep hahahaehehe heheheeeeeep The tickling then moved slowly down the side of her breast to the valley of her chest. His fingers lightly tapped on her chest plate and sent strange tickling sensations through her entire body. She was exceptionably ticklish here and it drove her totally wild. She couldn't stand it and she tried to toss herself over. She pulled against her bonds and screemed with ticklish laughter. HAHAHAAAAAHAHAHHHAAAAHAH HHAAAHHAHHHHHHHAAAA
Emily thoroughly lost herself in the tickling. She was so ticklish all over her body that she lost complete controll over every part of her. She felt utterly defenseless to every touch. She was frightened of what was happening to her but somehow she was fulfilleded and at ease with herself. Only the most intence tickling could melt away her cravings that had imprisioned her all her life. She finally broke free of her internal restraints. She recieved what she was longing for and found her soul. The dam had burst, never again would she hold back. The tickling had elevated her to a state of nirvana and no amount of torture could unhinge her.
The high priest tickled her with ever greater zeal. He could not break her or even make her weary. She laughed and screemed with every touch but he not could make her cry in desperation. He had already tickled her pink. She was hot and sweaty and her hair was disheveled and in her face but there was no sence of urgency about her movements. It seemed as if she could wiggle and writhe under his touch forever. He had given her almost everything he had and he woried that she would be too much for him in the end.
The urgency was in him when he started tickling her arm pits. He had not patients to tease her and just dug his fingers vigorously into her. Emily was still just laughing, laughing without a care in the world. HAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAAAAAAHAHHHAAH She was in an other world. She was tickled so much already it gave her amazing pleasure to be tickled some more. Only when the tickling stopped would she be tortured again. Her arm jerked uncontrollably as his fingers tickled all the way deep into her joint. He tickled her in both of her arm pits and all she did was laugh. HAHAHAHAHAH She just laughed and laughed and laughed even though her lungs ached and pleaded for some rest. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHaa She was glad he did not give her rest because she did not want the tickling to ever stop.
He became desperate that he still did not have her under his controll so he started squeezing the sides of her rib cage with his hands. He tickled her deep and hard moving his fingers all over her ribs. She was beyond ticklish at this point and her muscles jerked and tenced in rapid succession. He had never seen anyone endure so much tickling and yet not crack. She laughed and at times called out to him in her native tongue. HAHhhahahahahahah Tickle Me hahahahahah More hahahah MOre hahahha Please more hahahhahahhhhhhhaha He did not understand her. He thought she might be breaking when he wedged his hands underneath her and tickled her back. He twitched his finger with the nail and sent ticklish tingles all throughout her body. Her laughter turned back to squealing and giggling. hahehehehheeee heeheeehhhheeeee Her whole body skook with pleasure when he tickled her back. She screemed out to him for more. AAAAAAAAhhhhhhaaa MOOOORRE Pleeease Morre hahahaha
His eyes burned red with anger that she was still sane. He still did not have control over her. There seemed to be nothing that could break her. He looked down at he feet and remembered that he had not tickled them yet. He smiled when he remebered how she reacted to the last time he tickled her feet. Emily's final trial by tickling had come.
The high priest stopped tickling her and walked down by her feet. He grabbed her foot and tied up her toes. Emily knew she was in for it when touched her feet. She screemed when he scrached the nail up her foot. HAAAAAAHAAAA It tickled her and sent her to new hieghts of pleasure. He tickled her sole quickly and lightly with his nail and then tickled her slowly and deeply. She never stopped laughing and giggling. hhhhahaahahahahehe hehehehehehehaha It should have tortured her but it delighted her insted. Her feet were unbelievably ticklish yet she eagerly lapped up each sensation.
He took out a bowl of palm oil and started spreading it on her toes. He made sure to get some inbetween each and every toe and in every wrinkle. He tickled her with his oily finger as he spread it all over her foot. It was unbearably ticklish and she laughed continuely. hahahahahahahaha He painted the oil in a spiral on her foot starting at the edge of her sole and working inwards to the center of her arch. All the ticklishness in her entire body became focused on that one spot. Emily could feel the anticipation building and could not wait for him to set her going. When he reached the center of her foot she stopped laughing and she trembled. She let out a deep moan and started hyperventilating. She was hit with a double orgasim and she cummed. Emily never felt so much pleasure. She was filled with mind numing delight and she forgot everything. Her body finally gave out on her and she passed out.
The Wrath of Luur
The high priest did not know if he had broken her or not. She squirmed and shook with such fury that he could not imagine that not breaking her. No one could go through that and still remain sane he thought or could they. There was still doubt in his mind. If that did not break her he would have to think of some new ways to tickle her. This was only her first day as the chosen one. He could still tickle her for many more days. Luur will surely be pleased with him he thought.
Then he heard what sounded like thunder in the distance but there was not a cloud in the sky. He looked nervously around for a minute and then looked back down at Emily's body. She was unconscious but still breathing. He thought it might be best if he untied her and had her brought back to the temple. He sent his servant to go fetch the stretcher and started to untie her from the altar. Then he heard another clap of thunder that was very close by. The lesser priests stood up and ran away. The high priest was left alone with Emily's naked body on the altar.
He heard the sound of footsteps coming up the trail. It was one of the pale strangers and the hight priest feared that he come to take back his woman. He could not let him take the chosen one. He had to tickle her some more to please Luur. It was William and he was exceedingly angry when he saw Emily laying naked on the alter. William ran right up to the high priest and punched him in the face as hard as he could. He took it hard on the chin and was knocked flat onto his back. William ran over to the altar and cut away Emily's bonds with his knife. He tried to wake her up she was still unconscious. He picked her up off the altar and carried her on his shoulder. The high priest was struggling to get up when he called out for his temple guards. Two guards ran at William. He reached for his pistol and shot one of them in the chest killing him dead on the ground. The other guard ran away for his life and the high priest was cowering hiding behind the altar.
William ran down the trail carring Emily with him. He came down the hill as quickly as he could. The trail opened on the field near the temple. There was no one in sight so he ran with down the field all the way to the beach. He carried Emily to the beach where there was a boat with a few other men waiting for them. William waded into the water and placed Emily in the boat. He pushed the boat into deeper water and jumped in it. He covered Emily with a blanket and helped the men row the boat back to the ship.
The high priest had to get the chosen one back. He ran down the hill after William. When he reached the end of the trail he saw William running down the field. The high priest ran into the temple to get more of his men. He had gotten five of his guards to together and told them not to come back without the chosen one. As soon as they left the ground began to shake. The whole temple was shaking and the high priest fell on the ground. He cried out to Luur for forgiveness. A huge sink hole opened up and swallowed the temple. The high priest of Luur was buried alive.
The boat had only just pulled up along side the Quill when the sea became very angry. William heard distant screems coming from the island. He looked over and saw dark smoke rising over the island. He picked up Emily and with the help of the crew got her on board the Quill. The rowboat was swamped by a large wave as soon as he climbed up onto the ship. He quickly carried Emily below deck into her cabin. The crew raised the anchor and unfurled the sails and the Quill began sail out of the lagoon. Huge waves slamed the ship and rocked it back forth.
The captian looked in astonishment as he saw a towering wall of water loom over the island. The wave grew taller and steeper as bore down on the island. The wave crested and broke over the island in blinding flash of foam. Seconds later the wall of foam and water slamed into the Quill. It towered over the masts and tore the sails. The quill was swamped and carried out to sea by the giant wave. The wave ebbed when ship was almost sunk. All was calm and there was no sign of the island.
The Survivors
The captian made note in his log that the island that they had just discovered the day before is no more. It was swallowed by the sea and they had bearly escaped with their own lives. Repairs were made to the Quill and he had no choice but to sail on to the colony. The colony was three weeks away by his best estimate and he hoped the few supplies they had secured from the natives would last.
Emily awoke from her sleep the next day. She was laying in her bed with William by her side. At first she thought it was all some strange dream. Was she really tickled she thought. But it was too real to be a dream. Emily asked William were she was and what happened to her. William told her she was safe back in her cabin and that he had to rescue her from the natives. He told her it was a long story and he would explain it to her another time. She wispered to herself that it was not a dream, she really had been tickled. She closed her eyes and fell back to sleep dreaming of more ticklish times.
Over the next few days Emily returned to her past normal life as the rich daughter of a merchant. She was tortured in her mind. She had seen the bliss of tickling and wanted more. She knew she could not get any for long time or maybe never again. She became depressed but she held it in not leting anyone know of her desires. All she could do to amuse herself was to tickle herself with the feather when she had the chance to. It was not the same and she only giggled when she used it on her feet.
The ship had sailed for four days when the lookout spotted a raft floating in the water. Laying on the raft was one of the native girls. As far as they knew she only survivor from the island. The men went onto the raft. The girl was only semi conscious and very dehydrated. They brought her onto the ship where none of them thought she would live. When Emily heard that a native girl was found she rushed onto the deck to see her. The men were discussing what to do with her when Emily boldly told them to take the girl to her cabin. Two of the men carried the girl below deck and placed her on Emily's bed. Emily stayed with her day and night for many days caring for her as she slipped in and out of consciousness.
The native girl finially woke and Emily comforted her as best she could. The girl was regaining her strength and she would surely live. Emily tried talking to her often even though she could not understand the girl's language. She was able to get her name. Her name was Elieve, the girl said her name was Elieve. Emily became very attatched to Elieve and called her Eve for short. Emily gave her one of her dresses to wear which was abit large on her because she was thinner then Emily. During the rest of the voyage Emily and Elieve were inseparable. Elieve even began to pick up a little bit of English. Emily still had tickling on her mind but she never tried to tickle Elieve. Emily could tell that she did not like to be touched and that tickling her would just be too much.
The sailing was good and the ship reached the colony in only 17 days. William escorted Emily and Elieve to her father's Estate. Emily finally heard the story of how he saved her when William told her father about the adventure, minus any tickling that is. He gave William a large reward for saving Emily. He stayed a few nights at the estate and then left on another ship. Emily never saw William again. Emily asked her father if he could let Elieve stay and live with them on the Estate. Emily was an only child and he always did what she asked of him. Emily and Elieve became like sisters.
Over the course of a year Emily taught Elieve English and the proper ways of etiquette in the west. There was one word that Elieve did not know. She had no idea what the word for tickle was and did not care to ever learn it. She had recovered most of her past memories and she was traumatized by them. She was destroyed by the high priest and so was Emily but in a different way. Emily still craved to be tickled and she tickled herself everyday. Elieve heard giggling coming from Emily's room one day and went inside to see what she was doing. Elieve was shocked to see that Emily was using a feather to tickle her feet. She quickly turned away and ran down the hall. Emily put the feather down and ran after her.
Elieve ran into her own room and sitting on the bed. Emily walked in and sat down next to her. Emily asked what was wrong but she did not say. Emily pulled up her leg so that her bare foot was just under her other leg. Emily took Elieve's hand and guided it over to her toes that were peaking out from under her leg. Emily was smiling when Elieve's hand touched her foot. Emily wispered into Elieve's ear that it tickled. Elieve looked over at Emily's smiling face and saw how happy she was. Elieve started to smile herself and wispered tickle. Elieve's fingers started moving and she tickled Emily's foot. Emily started giggling and Elieve tickled her more at the sound of her voice. hehehe hehehehehehehehehe Elieve stopped tickling her and gave Emily a hug. The curse of high priest had been broken. From that day onward Elieve tickled Emily for a few minutes everyday. Emily and Elieve eventually moved back to Europe. How their experiances affected western culture is not fully known.
The End
